I archived this for a while but it's not as bad as I thought it was I guess

(Miss Right)

Seokjin was getting tired of all the delays. They were supposed to be leaving for a photo shoot in ten minutes and no one was ready. They had been trying to get ready for over twenty minutes but things kept getting in the way, like Jimin getting distracted by Instagram or Yoongi falling back to sleep. It was exhausting trying to deal with them all. Finally, finally, it seemed that they could nearly leave.

A sudden chill found its way through the city earlier that morning, so Seokjin demanded everyone take their coats, despite the fact that they weren't staying in the city for long. Namjoon's coat was missing. A collective groan was let out from everyone; all of them were frustrated with the delays by this point. Jungkook rolled back onto the sofa and turned his phone back on, Taehyung started emptying one of the closets to search for the coat and Yoongi would have gone back to his room if Jimin hadn't stopped him.

"Found it!" Taehyung shouted and a half-hearted cheer went up. The others lined up by the front door. Well, six of them did. Seokjin rolled his eyes.

"Jungkook, come on!" His eyes were glued to his phone and he was slouched across the couch, chewing gum. He was 22 now, but he still acted like a teenager most of the time. He flicked his gaze upward.

"Coming, babe," he replied nonchalantly, standing up and throwing on his jacket. Um. Everyone stared at him. Jungkook noticed this collective scrutiny and paused. "What?" The others looked amongst themselves and tried not to laugh. Taehyung broke first and started giggling uncontrollably.

"Jungkook, you just called Jin-hyung 'babe'!" Hoseok explained. Jungkook thought back and blushed.

"N-no I didn't," Everyone disagreed with him loudly. "Okay, well I meant hyung, so can we leave now please?" He was so flustered and it made the others hug him and walk him out of the door, promising never to let him forget that. It was a fun car ride. No one addressed anyone by their names, only terms of endearment. Jungkook looked like he wanted to die and Seokjin didn't blame him. He didn't say anything for the whole journey, just stayed at his phone and blocked everyone else out unsuccessfully.

The car arrived at the destination and they stepped out, examining the set. It was a pretty field with a clear stream running beside it. There was a gazebo with lights around it that would be illuminated when it got darker. For now, it was just the individual shots on the grass and by the river. Jungkook went first and Seokjin admired his ability to calm down completely and stay cool while the photos were being taken. It was incredibly bright and hot and wearing a full suit in this heat wasn't helping. At least it was a white jacket.

When Jungkook's shooting was over, it was his dual shots with Taehyung. They both knew that the photos would drive shippers crazy and they really got into it by the end. Seokjin felt something that felt like jealousy but he ignored it since it was his turn next. He tried his best not to squint at the sun and not to overheat in his black waistcoat. Lying on the cool grass was gratefully accepted as a pose.

Something went wrong with the camera equipment and they were told to take a break after only forty-five minutes of shooting. Yoongi fell asleep in the hot air and Jimin and Hoseok messed with him a little. You could never sleep while the others were awake; it was a big mistake and everyone knew it. Jungkook was sitting on the floor, still on his phone, still not talking to anyone. Seokjin wondered if that morning got to him more than they thought. He sat down next to Jungkook.

"What you doing?" he asked. No reply. "Babe," he implored. Jungkook flushed red and smiled slightly.

"I hate you." Seokjin grinned and lay down, resting his head in Jungkook's lap. He looked up at Jungkook, his head providing welcome shade from the sun.

"Love you too, sweetheart." Jungkook kept his attention on his phone and didn't respond. "Am I allowed to ask what that was about?" Jungkook's eyes glanced at him for a second before returning to the screen.

"It was a mistake. Just a blip. Can we drop it please?" Seokjin knew his maknae well enough to see that he was faking his smile, that he was avoiding eye contact on purpose.

"Jungkook-ah, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, hyung." Seokjin wasn't convinced. He got up, leaving Jungkook alone, and quietly passed the message to the others to stop with the whole 'babe' thing. Being responsible hyungs, they did. Well, they didn't, but they didn't do it around Jungkook at least. They were children but they cared for each other. Evening fell and most of the day shoots were over. After dinner, the seven of them went back to the field and saw the gazebo lit up with blue and purple lights against the dark night. It was beautiful.

The final shots didn't take long. Everyone was tired and they wanted to go to sleep. Jungkook hadn't spoken much and Seokjin felt sorry for him. He knew what it was like to be laughed at. Their room for the night was on the edge of the field, quiet and secluded. Even so, Seokjin couldn't sleep. It was perfect conditions for sleeping, too. Slightly annoyed that he couldn't just rest like everyone else, he went down to the kitchen to see if there was any leftover food. He passed Jungkook's room on the way and saw the door standing ajar. The room was empty.

Jungkook was nowhere to be found on the ground floor so Seokjin went outside to look for him, all thoughts of food evaporated from his mind. He walked outside and along the river. It was a warm night and Seokjin thought that even if he didn't find Jungkook, he was still grateful for the fresh air after the humid, cloying day. He looked towards the gazebo, still glowing purple, and saw a silhouette moving inside – Jungkook. Seokjin sped up, glad to have found him.

Jungkook was just sitting on one of the benches, kicking at the ground. He was staring at the wooden panelling, seemingly deep in thought. As Seokjin moved closer, he could see that Jungkook was crying. Shit. Seokjin couldn't stand seeing one of his members crying, especially Jungkook. It took a lot to make Jungkook cry, which is why usually only talking about ARMY could do it. But Jungkook was crying by himself, alone, at night. Privately. Secretly. Seokjin didn't realise he had run the last few metres.

The crying boy looked up at the noise and then back down again. He hastily wiped away the tears rolling down his face and smiled at Seokjin. What was strange was that it was a genuine smile. As if something had made him laugh. Before Seokjin could ask why he was crying, Jungkook said,

"Hyung, I'm fine, I swear. It's… it's so ridiculous. I never thought I would cry over this." Seokjin was confused. Jungkook was clearly sad but he was happy at the same time.

"I don't understand. Why are you crying?" Jungkook looked up and took a deep breath. His face shone beautifully under the lights. He paused for a moment before answering.

"Yeah, okay. You." Seokjin froze. Him?

"Jungkook, I… if this is about this morning, I'm really sorry and- " he was cut off by Jungkook chuckling slightly.

"No, it's not…" Jungkook turned to face him. "I don't understand you. I don't know how you can be so…perfect. I mean, you're the best hyung any of us could ever ask for. You ran over here when you saw me crying, you told everyone to stop teasing me when you saw that I didn't like it, you always make sure I eat properly and I don't work too hard. I know you've got your own stuff going on but you always stop to check I'm okay. I think that's why…" He paused. "I think that's why I like you. You're so kind and funny and amazing. You're handsome as hell and you always know how to cheer me up by just existing. I find it incredible and I can't help but love you for it."

Seokjin thought that maybe it was the combination of the night, the warm air and the soft lights, the gentle breeze and the quiet river, the pure love and truth of the words, the beauty of the boy in front of him. It was all of this that gave him the courage to kiss Jungkook. It was soft, careful, but passionate and Seokjin couldn't imagine wanting anything else more than he wanted this.

"Holy shit." A voice came from outside the hut and split the two of them apart like the identical poles of a magnet. They both looked in panic at the speaker and saw a familiar face smiling excitedly. "Aw, Kookie, you did it! I'm so happy for you, oh my god that's so cute!" squealed Taehyung. Seokjin looked over at Jungkook, whose face was flushed with pride and embarrassment. Seokjin smiled,

"He knew the whole time?" Jungkook nodded, not making eye contact. Taehyung laughed,

"You have no idea how funny this morning was, I was dying! We were just talking about it last night as well! Didn't I always tell you Jin-hyung would like you back? Jungkookie, tell me I'm the best…" Seokjin stopped listening after a minute. He didn't really process everything that had happened in the last ten minutes but he knew one thing for certain. He had no regrets and he was happy. In his mind, that was all that mattered.