I just hope BTS win the Grammys, they deserve it more than anyone my fingers are crossed since long....
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Warmth, tenderness and comfort. All Yoongi ever wanted. All of it provided to him by nothing but his dear bed.

He can almost imagine the heavenly feeling of the soft covers and fluffy white pillows over him.

The peace and tranquility taking over him as he dives deep in dreamland.

With no botherance and disturbance, Yoongi would stay for eternity like this...

Or rather not?

The young teacher's eyes open up slowly, a yawn escaping his pretty mouth. Seeing no trace of clear light or surroundings. Why is it so dark? He feels up his surroundings. Already missing his imaginary slumber.

What it is this place?

Yoongi doesn't know if he's still dreaming of hallucinating. Turning his head, to the side he observes he is covered with something, something hard and cold and not so soothing.

Suddenly, he feels a slight sharp pain in his side. On both both his sides. This is not a dream. He tells himself before attempting to sit up straight in wherever the fuck he was. He needs to get out of here!

Why was he lying on the dirty, hard, cold concrete floor anyways?

Ah! It's just the sharp edges...books.. and documents causing the pain. Now that he looks around, he's covered with books and documents and files all over. What the actual fuck. How bad he wanted it to be pillows instead!

Yoongi runs a hand through his hair, his brain attempting to recollect the memories of how he randomly ended up in this shitty basement like creepy place. What a mess he made.

The old storage room...Damn.

Of course the damned storage room! That Kim Heechul had asked to bring some files from! Yoongi swallows thickly. An attempt to comprehend what could have happened.

He can't believe??? he seriously?? passed out?? In a place like this?? Knocking over the shelves??? And made the files fall over him?? God...wish he doesn't get fired for such unprofessionalism.

But you can't blame him totally. Poor sleep deprived man was on the verge of falling unconscious anytime since morning. They'd understand right?

Speaking of morning, what time is it right now? Yoongi looks around and finds his phone laying beside him...dead ...not even a single percent left. The open flashlight must have consumed all the charging.

Judging by it, the teacher assumes it must have been hours already! Goddamnit! He needs to get out!!

Now fully in sense due to the little shock, Yoongi quicky puts his phone in his pocket and gets up on his feet. Taking in the place more. Yep, it IS the storage room. So big and dark...Only little light entering from the high window. The sky is indeed, quite cloudy.

As he walks two steps towards what he assumes to be the door, a faint sound enters his ears. He can't exactly make out what it is, but sounds like some...battle? He shakes his head. How the hell can a battle occur in the middle of his place.

(The storage room isn't rectangular in shape, it's has few conerns and multiple walls.)

Waking further more as he turns aound a corner, he finally sees it... the source of that sound... to his utter shock and displeasure, of course it's none other than...

Jeon fucking Jungkook.

Rich brat sitting on the floor near one of the bookshelves, legs crossed, hands equipped in what looks like a video game, totally engrossed in it.

Like...whatever on earth is going on.

Yoongi stares at him with a weirded out face. So many questions rushing through his mind. But he doesn't dare speak out anything. He wonders if he should just ignore the younger's existence and casually walk out.

Just in time, Jungkook seems to feel the presence of the older, buring stares into his little coconut head. He peeps up from his game, and instantly flinches.

Flinches hard with a shudder. His poor console dropping in the hard concrete floor while his back hits the shelf behind, knocking few books on his head.

"WH-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???"

"I could ask you the same."

Jungkook grits his teeth, finally moving his eyes look nearby... somewhat still processing the occurrence of Mean Yoongi standing in front of him.

Shit!

"What time is it?? How long have I been here??"

"How could I answer that question? But why did you come in here anyways?"

"I just- I don't have to tell you!"

"Yeah, you don't have to...I can tell you came here to ditch class and play your video game in silence and lone which I may add, is not allowed in the campus. And you kept playing for so long you couldn't keep track of time? Huh?" Yoongi sighs, "Unbelievable."

Jungkook wanted to spit out a snarky reply, but all he can do is glare at his teacher's cheeky smirk, he did state the truth afterall. Smart ass.

The younger regrets even coming here. Since when did he become so unaware of his surroundings when transfixed into something particular? Not gonna lie, he has always been like this.

Not his fault Taehyung ended up making such an unexpected high score, so he just had to surpass it as soon he noticed. There wasn't a single soccer ball in here anyways. And the temperature in this room was fine too to sit down for a quick play.

'Quick play' LMFAAAAAAAAAAAO

Jungkook tutts, then stands up to dust his pants. Without uttering a word, he approaches the door with Yoongi following closely behind.

He tries turning the knob. Keyword : tries.

Why isn't it opening?

Jungkook attempts to turn it again. And again. And again. But the damn door knob even budge. He feels a brief sense of fear in his veins.

"Let me do it, Jungkook."

Yoongi shifts the younger to the side to let himself turn it, as if it can help any better.

"I think..the door is locked."

Jungkook speaks wide-eyed, his voice barely above a whisper. Making Yoongi experience a cold shiver.

"No no it can't be!" The teacher applies force this time, but no good is brought out.

"Well..fuck. It really is. Who could have locked it like this?"

"The security. They lock every rooms after the school ends until the next morning."
Jungkook replies, frozen in his spot, eyes fixed on the ground. He looked like he was almost zoning out. (Jungshook)

"Is it okay, if we try breaking this door.. they will understand.. they must!"

Yoongi's voice comes out shaky, but successfully manages to make Jungkook all ear to him, the younger nods. Before throwing himself on the door.

Not once, but several times. Yet. Not even THE Jeon Jungkook's immense strength could manage to budge the hard hard hard door even a tad bit.

What ironman material they used to build this wall of a door...

The two look at each other, mixed emotions rushing in both of them. A deep sense of unsurity prevailing in their guts.

They just want to go home at this point.

Only to make the situation even worse, Yoongi's phone has no battery, and Jungkook's video game is just useless, they can't even fucking contact anyone to come get them from this old dark room. Well at least, the ceiling fan is still working.

Yoongi notices it. A sudden spark lights up in his eyes.

"If the fan is still working, it means they haven't cut off the power supply yet. Then, then there must be someone still in this school!!"

Jungkook raises an eyebrow.
"You mean we should scream out hoping for someone to hear."

"What else do you want? I can't bear to be stuck in here until tomorrow morning."

"Neither can I. Especially with you."

Yoongi cringes at Jungkook's comment making the younger smirk.

"You think I can?"

"So?"

"So??"

They snap their heads collectively towards the high window through which some light it entering. Before looking back at each other briefly.

As if understanding the thoughts of their minds, they nod at each other. Then hurriedly approach the window. Hopefully someone can hear them if thye shout for help from there.

The get closer and realise the window in way too up high, neither of their heights can even reach a hand in front it.

"What do we do now??"
Jungkook spits out nearly angrily. He doesn't want any of this.
Being stuck in a room with Mean Yoongi.. what a nightmare!

Or is it??

Yoongi opens his mouth to answer something possibly reasonable, he gets interuppted by Jungkook. The younger is on his knees and hands near the wall of that window, staring up at him with an annoyed scowl.

"I'd never ever do this...but fuck it! I can't wait to get out."

Yoongi, getting the intention, gets closer to him, " You really think I should-"

"JUST GET ON ME ALREADY!"

He's so pissed right now...

Yoongi removes his shoes before stepping up on Jungkook's back, he could appreciate the younger's strength for later, but now it's not that important. Yes, he is impressed.

Even though Jungkook gave his body height to climb on, Yoongi's face still couldn't reach up enough to the window. It was lacking up a lot.

Fuck the person who had to build it at such an unreachable place!

The teacher cautiously steps down at the failed attempt while Jungkook stands back up. Looking at each other again, with blank minds.

The tension between them so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

Never had either expected to be in such a situation, yet here are they. Unable to help themselves.

Yoongi turns back at the wall. His wise brain trying to figure out what could be done...
What should I do now? Hmm-

Just as the teacher is deep in thought, all of a sudden he feels two strong hands gripping his thighs from below.

Whoa whoa whoa!

Yoongi's eyes grow out as much as they possibly could, a deep shade of red spreading itself on his once pale white face. His heartbeat almost stops for a millisecond as he finds himself being lifted up, due to the shock obviously.

Jungkook lifted Yoongi up above his shoulders in an instant. Gently yet firmly. It actually comes out as a surprise to both of them. The younger doesn't fully takes in what he's doing, but he looks so... determined?

(Like this)

His now blushing red teacher is beyond flustered at this move, but don't tell him! He'd deny it all the time!

Jungkook can be so impressive at times.

Jungkook must have noticed the little gasp Yoongi had let out while being lifted. How Embarrassing. That's why he is now glancing up at Yoongi with a smug face.

No word spoken. But his cheeky grin expresses everything.

"J-Jungkook?"

"Yeah~?"

And that's it! Yoongi can't make eye contact with this dumbass anymore.

His immediate stimuli is to look in a different direction. Anywhere but the brat's eyes. But as to save his pride, he coughs before speaking out trying to sound stern, miserably fails though.

"W-what are you doing- Jungkoooo??"

The said boy strides closer towards the wall without wasting anymore time. Not even letting his teacher complete the sentence.

"I hope it's convenient for you now."
He says after few seconds.

Oh.

Finally, at last! Yoongi can reach up to the window. Ahh he looks out for someone, anyone just ONE single person who could hear out to him. His eyes scan through the empty grounds to find any presence of a human.

But as unlucky as they could be, Jungkook shifts his foot for a better angle, and ended up stepping on a pointy stupid misfortune piece of a cursed evil bitch pencil!

And what can one expect? The poor brunette boy naturally lost balance.

Making both of them fall.

To the ground.

Hard.

Ouch!

It takes Jungkook mere three seconds to jump back on his feet to compose himself. As if nothing happened. His back and butt hurt like a bitch but boi wanna act cool. Sigh.

"ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!!"

His almost-scream make Yoongi, who still lies groaning on the floor, furrow brows. He's far more in pain than the brat. Falling face first is like slipping a giant smartphone harshly onto you from a great distance. The only difference is, the phone feels like concrete or iron instead.

"And why is it my fault, exactly?"

"It just is!"

"All I did was exist.."

"You are heavy! Why are you heavy??"

"Who says I'm heavy?"

"You ARE heavy."

"I'm much lighter than you. Make it make sense."

"Tsk tsk tsk"

Yoongi may or may not have caught Jungkook caressing his hurt shoulder from the corner of his eyes. This reminds him of the terrifying incident that occured in Hawaii.
I really wish he stops putting on his cool tough guy facade sometimes.

"Do you want me to check your injury for you uh?"

Jungkook raises his brow to why the pale man is being all considerate now. This is not the Mean Yoongi he was used to hating on.

"I don't feel a thing!"

"Lies."

The younger observes Yoongi's doubtful face. He doesn't want to, would never want to, but feels somewhat, just teeny tiny bit warm in his heart.
He really cares about me...

"I'm telling you it's nothing. Little painful, but I'll be fine soon."

Jungkook tries reassuring Yoongi.

The corner of his lips may or may not have curved a full centimeter up. His eyes may or may not have crinkled to a pleasant cresent-ish shape. He may or may not will regret this for life like the overactor he can be.

On the other side, Yoongi's small yet satisfying smile came out ever so naturally. He knows only feeble gentle approaches could bring him and Jungkook closer.

Despite being good in almost everything, the boy still lacks what Yoongi can point out. He wants the younger to be open and honest, with himself.

And as a teacher, he believes a major part of his student's personality development lies on him too.

Or is there something more to it?

"I don't think we'll be able to get out before tomorrow."
Jungkook huffs out, more calm now.

"That is, if no-one comes here. We still have hope."

"People don't really come here unless they have to get some of the stored stuff which is not often."

Yoongi shrugs,
"Just hope they do today."

Jungkook goes to settle back in the place he was sitting previously in defeat. He picks up his console and resumes playing the game.

It's really awkward. But that's the only way to pass time now.

While sadly Yoongi doesn't have anything to get involved in. He isn't feeling sleepy anymore. Ah that means, they must have been trapped for hours. But mehh let it silde. He could consider reading one of the books of this room wasn't so damn light deprives.

As fucked up as it could be, he has no choice but to wait.

C'mon! There must be something I could do!!

A pout unnoticingly makes its way on the soft pink lips of Yoongi who is simply standing like an idiot. It's cute.

"Umm.."

He hears Jungkook's voice enter his ears.

"...I was wondering if you're skilled enough to defeat my score."

What a smexy way to ask someone to play with you Jeon!

Jungkook would look cooler if he didn't scratch the back of his neck, probably feeling some embarrassment.

"You don't hate me anymore?"

Yoongi didn't mean to say that out loud.

Jungkook gets caught off guard. HE DID NOT JUST EXPECT THAT. It causes him to stammer for a bit, not being able to phrase what he wants to say.

"I-I'm... I'm trying n-not to. I mean-you aren't a very fun rival. Yup no fun. So I rather not waste my time. Y-yeah that's basically it! The hatery seemed pointless."

"..........."

"Do you wanna play or not??"

Yoongi shrugs in his mind before nodding. Anything to not be bored to death in such a prison of a room. Bruh.

He walks over to Jungkook and sits down crossing his legs beside him. Not too close, not too far. The right distance.

The ceiling just then starts slowing down before coming to a halt.

"They cut the power supply. Ah Great! So relieved now."

Sarcasm thrives in Yoongi's comment. Like it's already summers! And no cool wind is making the suffocating room more unbearable than it is.

How worse can this day get? I would be peacefully sitting in the air conditioned room with my family. And...

An disgustingly sweet smell disturbs Yoongi's thoughts. It's so strong and teasing in his nose. Irritating.

His eyes meet Jungkook's playful ones beside him. The boy has his shirt unbottoned from the collor and top two. Letting all the annoying scent of cologne escape and spread nearby.

And this cheeky brat has the guts to smirk now??

Yoongi frowns at him.

"It's hot." Jungkook say nonchalantly and grins wide.

He knows what he is doing.

"Why do you even need to wear cologne in school?"

"So I don't smell bad! Duh."

This has Yoongi speechless. He is judging so hard.

After few seconds, Jungkook hands over the console to Yoongi. Both of them adoring challenging looks on their faces.

"I'm dead sure you can't beat my score. I'm a master at games."

"Try me."

Jungkook scoots closer to Yoongi's personal space to peep into the game and ensure the older ain't cheating. Too close.

And they may or may not have slightly blushed at their next eye contact.

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Meow~

"Ouuhhhhh my little Yunki is getting impatient? So kyoooot!!!"

A honey-draped cheerful voice booms into the quiet empty corridors.

"Just wait few more mins my kitty, we're reaching the storage room!!"

Meow~

"You will look so adorable wrapped in my yellow blanket!! You know it has fluffy kitten paws drawn on it?? Just for you~~"

A little endearing feline is being swung around playfully by two small but thick hands.

"Ahh!! I wonder why I kept it in that old place..you know Yunki I almost thought I lost it wahhhh!!"

Meow~

"Lets get it soon!! Kawaii blankiee for maii kawaii kittieeee~~"

The read headed figure twirls with the kitten in his hands, who's just as amused.

They are skipping over in the now illuminated corridors. The olds corridors of the old hallways look so different when brightened by the light sources, especially at late night. They appear much less scary.

Not a sight to see everyday.

"WE'RE HERE!! WERE HERE!!!"

Meow~

The redhead gently places down his kitty on the floor. He takes out a key from his pocket. The key to the storage room indeed.

"Gahh~ I forgot the light bulb in there is defused...geez..it will cause difficulty in searching for your blankie-BUT ANYTHING FOR YOU YUNKI!!"

He cheers out and the kitten meows back just as enthusiastically.

Park Jimin and Yunki have surely made a special, inseparable bond with each other. How sweet! The author wishes she had a cute little pet too (ب_ب)

After unlocking the door, he opens it wide open. Some lightbeams from the corridors enter the darkened room,

Uncovering the surprising sight it had been holding within itself.

Meow~

Min Yoongi and Jeon Jungkook were sitting on the floor, leaning against each other in front of a book shelf. The older's head placed gracefully on the younger's shoulder. Faces so close. Their hands touching, kept one on top of the other. And a console-like thing fallen near their bodies.
Both of them being dead asleep.

This is certainly going to need a lot of explanation.

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Yoonkook are the cutest ship ever UwU

The next update will be by the end of March!!! Thank you for reading❣️