yoonkook nsfw au ✩
after high school, yoongi leaves to chase after his dream of becoming a famous rapper. as his popularity grows, the more the spotlight grows on him. despite his friend’s warnings, yoongi can’t seem to let go of his friends with benefits, jungkook.
after high school, yoongi leaves to chase after his dream of becoming a famous rapper. as his popularity grows, the more the spotlight grows on him. despite his friend’s warnings, yoongi can’t seem to let go of his friends with benefits, jungkook.
♡ smutty angst with a happy ending, i love drama but im a big ‘ol softie so.
♡ taehyung, yoongi, seokjin, and hoseok are famous
♡ namjoon, jungkook, and jimin aren’t famous
♡ any questions or concerns:
curiouscat.me/euphorjieun
♡ taehyung, yoongi, seokjin, and hoseok are famous
♡ namjoon, jungkook, and jimin aren’t famous
♡ any questions or concerns:
curiouscat.me/euphorjieun
04. yoongi and jungkook fell onto the bed, feverishly kissing the youngest as jungkook’s hands quickly zipped down yoongi’s jacket. they pulled away as jungkook struggled to take yoongi’s shirt off, just the sounds of their panting echoing.
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#yoonkookau | #nsfwau ♡
yoongi felt like he needed to say something but the words didn’t come out. instead, he opted to watching jungkook undress. his tongue slid out to wet his burning lips, noticing jungkook’s eyes following the motion.
“like what you see?” jungkook asked.
“like what you see?” jungkook asked.
his voice was deeper than usual, lips red from their harsh kissing. yoongi could see red marks all over jungkook’s shirtless body, marks that yoongi made while they made their way to jungkook’s apartment. they weren’t supposed to be here, doing this.
yoongi came here with the sole purpose of ending things with jungkook. seokjin’s words kept echoing in his head. so much that yoongi couldn’t drown them out with music so he left the studio and drove to meet jungkook. he was supposed to end this. yet...
“i missed you,” jungkook whispered as he sat down on yoongi’s lap, chest moving up and down as he met yoongi’s eyes. “did you miss me?”
yoongi scoffed, knowing that jungkook didn’t mean it. he didn’t miss yoongi and yet, yoongi almost believed the asshole.
yoongi scoffed, knowing that jungkook didn’t mean it. he didn’t miss yoongi and yet, yoongi almost believed the asshole.
jungkook was a convincing liar and yoongi knows it. jungkook has a telling, his voice gets deeper in a lie, and yoongi quickly picked that up. he remembers asking jungkook if he was into vanilla and the deeper his voice got, the more lies that came out of him.
yoongi finds it cute more than anything else. mostly because jungkook can’t lie for shit. “no.” but yoongi was the funniest out of both of them. yoongi was an excellent liar.
“you’re no fun,” jungkook smiled before closing off their distance again, their kiss quickening.
“you’re no fun,” jungkook smiled before closing off their distance again, their kiss quickening.
as yoongi pressed jungkook against the bed, moans coming from both men as they pressed together for friction, yoongi couldn’t help but think of seokjin’s words. one day he’ll do it. one day he’ll end things with jungkook.
just not tonight.
just not tonight.
14. jungkook giggled as yoongi smiled against his lips, the eldest wrapping his arms around his waist.
“i forgot about that picture,” yoongi whispered, jungkook smiling against yoongi’s lips. “where did you find it?”
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“i forgot about that picture,” yoongi whispered, jungkook smiling against yoongi’s lips. “where did you find it?”
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“i found it looking through my pictures,” jungkook said as he wrapped his arms around yoongi’s neck, leaning against the wall. “you still remember my account?”
yoongi scoffed, pulling jungkook’s body closer. “and lose all those pretty pictures of you? no thanks.”
yoongi scoffed, pulling jungkook’s body closer. “and lose all those pretty pictures of you? no thanks.”
jungkook laughed, shaking his head at the man, absolutely endeared by him. when they first met, jungkook wasn’t sure what to expect from yoongi. yoongi was always so distant, quiet, and beautiful.
they met during jungkook’s first year of university. jungkook attended a small venue when he found the man had a set. he watched as yoongi performed, completely immersed in the music. it wasn’t until the performance finished that he realized jungkook had been holding his breath.
“jungkook?” jungkook came back from his thoughts, chuckling softly when he found yoongi looking at him. “everything okay?”
“yeah, just thinking about the first time we met,” jungkook smiled. “you’ve come a long way, hyung.”
“yeah, just thinking about the first time we met,” jungkook smiled. “you’ve come a long way, hyung.”
yoongi just stared at him, jungkook wondering if he had crossed a line. but his uneasiness washed away when yoongi pressed their lips together. jungkook immediately returned the kiss, both of them melting into each other, their bodies knowing where to go, where to press.
jungkook leads them to the couch, the closest place jungkook can think of. he pushed yoongi down, yoongi’s darkened eyes looking up at him.
“let me congratulate you,” jungkook said, slowly getting on his knees, yoongi’s eyes following him intensely.
“let me congratulate you,” jungkook said, slowly getting on his knees, yoongi’s eyes following him intensely.
yoongi licked his lips as jungkook started unbuckling his jeans. “congratulate me for what?”
“your song, dummy,” jungkook laughed as he rubbed yoongi over his jeans, making the eldest gasp softly.
“oh, right,” yoongi arched up into jungkook’s hand. “right, my song.”
“your song, dummy,” jungkook laughed as he rubbed yoongi over his jeans, making the eldest gasp softly.
“oh, right,” yoongi arched up into jungkook’s hand. “right, my song.”
jungkook just grinned at him, always finding this side of yoongi adorable. yoongi can be dirty, can be rough, and dominant. but he could also be like this. so shy, so soft. jungkook could press soft kisses to yoongi’s neck and the man might mewl.
he found it all adorable. something that jungkook couldn’t find anywhere else. no one could amuse jungkook like yoongi. no one could turn on jungkook like yoongi. even with the nature of their relationship, jungkook knew when to appreciate some good dick and some great sex.
“you left again,” yoongi lightly slapped jungkook’s cheek, jungkook grinning as their eyes met. “are you going to put your mouth to good use or what?”
so dirty. so, so dirty. jungkook didn’t answer, just pulled yoongi’s pants down, hearing a chuckle from the man.
so dirty. so, so dirty. jungkook didn’t answer, just pulled yoongi’s pants down, hearing a chuckle from the man.
jungkook pulled away all the unnecessary layers, feeling himself hardening as yoongi’s dick curled up. yoongi was circling his hand on jungkook’s back, swallowing loudly.
“hyung,” jungkook whispered, hands slowly moving up and down yoongi’s thighs.
“hyung,” jungkook whispered, hands slowly moving up and down yoongi’s thighs.
“what?”
“is it possible to be in love with a dick?” jungkook whispered, mouth watering as he leaned forward, tongue sliding down yoongi’s length.
yoongi let out a breathless laugh, his fingers slipping into jungkook’s hair, tightening at the root. “shut up and suck my dick.”
“is it possible to be in love with a dick?” jungkook whispered, mouth watering as he leaned forward, tongue sliding down yoongi’s length.
yoongi let out a breathless laugh, his fingers slipping into jungkook’s hair, tightening at the root. “shut up and suck my dick.”
15. jungkook just smiled at yoongi’s words, keep his eyes locked on yoongi as he slipped the tip into his mouth. jungkook dipped his hips, pressing his crotch against the floor.
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#yoonkookau | #nsfwau ♡
jungkook loosened his jaw some more before taking all of yoongi into his mouth. yoongi gasped as jungkook’s warm mouth wrapped around him, fingers tightening around the base of jungkook’s hair, pretty pink lips parting as jungkook slid his tongue along the bottom.
“fuck,” yoongi panted as jungkook slowly moved his head up and down, wetting the length of the dick for future purposes. jungkook closed his eyes, moaning as he hallowed his cheeks, taking him in and out. jungkook sucked the tip before deepthroating.
he pressed his crotch against the floor, moaning louder at the friction. jungkook kept the rhythm up, feeling yoongi pulsing in his mouth. jungkook opened his eyes, wanting to see yoongi’s face. the eldest was looking at him through hooded eyes.
the look itself could make jungkook cum in his pants. yoongi’s pink lips were parted, cheeks tinted red, sweaty bangs sticking to his forehead. yoongi looked so beautiful, so wrecked. and just from jungkook’s mouth.
“hands,” yoongi tightened his grip on jungkook’s hair, forcefully pulling him off his dick. “hands behind your back.”
jungkook’s interest sparked, doing as yoongi said. “yes,” he whispered.
jungkook’s interest sparked, doing as yoongi said. “yes,” he whispered.
yoongi’s hand pressed against jungkook’s warm cheeks, his thumb caressing the outline of jungkook’s bottom lip. “you looked so fucking stunning with my dick between your lips, baby. i almost forgot how much you enjoy being on your knees.”
jungkook’s dick twitched in his jeans, heart beating fast he felt a slight sting against his face. yoongi had slapped him with his dick, jungkook keeping his gaze on yoongi.
“you like that, don’t you?”
“yes.” jungkook answered truthfully, loving the smirk on yoongi.
“you like that, don’t you?”
“yes.” jungkook answered truthfully, loving the smirk on yoongi.
“you’re going to be the downfall of me, you know that?” yoongi whispered, jungkook not sure what he meant by that. he was about to ask him, question what he meant when yoongi was holding his hardened dick in front of him. “ride it.”
jungkook’s toes curled, quickly undressing without a second thought. usually, he’d call yoongi a cocky bastard but not tonight. tonight, jungkook needed a nice fuck and only yoongi could fuck him like he likes it.
jungkook stepped out of his underwear, lazily pumping his dick as he looked up to find yoongi rolling on a condom. “hey, i know what we should do.” yoongi looked at him curiously, jungkook quickly looking around for his phone. he bent over, ignoring the whistle from yoongi.
“aha,” jungkook walked over to the speakers, grinning to himself as he plugged the aux cord to his phone.
“what the fuck are you doing?” yoongj chuckled. “you’re ruining the mood i had set up.” jungkook just winked at him.
“what the fuck are you doing?” yoongj chuckled. “you’re ruining the mood i had set up.” jungkook just winked at him.
the first notes of yoongi’s new song started playing. jungkook laughed at the annoyed expression on the man’s face. jungkook smiled as he slowly danced his way back to yoongi, swinging his hips side to side, his hardened dick staying curled up against his stomach.
yoongi’s annoyed expression turned to a focused one, eyes slowly moving up and down jungkook’s toned body. jungkook felt shy, like he always did with yoongi’s sharp eyes but he liked it. he liked being in yoongi’s gaze, he liked feeling like this.
“how’s it possible for you to be sexy and dorky all at once?” yoongi whispered as jungkook made his way to him.
jungkook leaned forward, hands against yoongi’s thighs, smirking at him. “it’s a talent of mine.”
“you know what else is a talent of yours? riding dick.”
jungkook leaned forward, hands against yoongi’s thighs, smirking at him. “it’s a talent of mine.”
“you know what else is a talent of yours? riding dick.”
“so impatient,” jungkook teased, earning himself a slap to the ass. jungkook just kept his grin, loving this all too much. he grabbed yoongi’s base, yoongi hissing in his ear. “can’t wait for you to perform this in front of millions and think of this moment.”
jungkook moaned as he took yoongi in, the warm stretch making his toes curled. he slowly moved, trying to get himself used to the stretch. he had prepared himself earlier, in case he met someone at the nightclub, but nothing happened.
now, completely bottoming yoongi, he was happy to go home solo.
“not millions,” yoongi whispered, holding jungkook’s hips tightly. jungkook rolled his hips, both men gasping at the pleasure. “thousands,
maybe.”
“doesn’t matter,” jungkook rolled his eyes. “just think of this.”
“not millions,” yoongi whispered, holding jungkook’s hips tightly. jungkook rolled his hips, both men gasping at the pleasure. “thousands,
maybe.”
“doesn’t matter,” jungkook rolled his eyes. “just think of this.”
jungkook bounced up and down yoongi’s dick, moaning as the stretch went from slightly painful to pleasurable. jungkook just moved his ass like yoongi liked it, chasing after his high. now it wasn’t want yoongi, now jungkook wanted to cum, wanted to cum because of yoongi.
“shit, baby, you’re so fucking stunning,” yoongi grabbed handfuls of jungkook’s ass, making the youngest whine and pant above him. “look at you, so fucking desperate to cum, aren’t you?”
“yes, yes,” jungkook desperately bounced up and down, feeling a whine bubbling in him.
“yes, yes,” jungkook desperately bounced up and down, feeling a whine bubbling in him.
he needed the extra thrust. he needed yoongi to fuck him. “please,” jungkook pressed his leaking dick against yoongi’s stomach. “please, please.”
“please what?”
“please fuck me,” jungkook gripped yoongi’s shoulder, nails digging into his skin as he continued riding yoongi.
“please what?”
“please fuck me,” jungkook gripped yoongi’s shoulder, nails digging into his skin as he continued riding yoongi.
“i—i need you to fuck me,” jungkook hiccuped, trying his best to not cum like this. he wanted yoongi to fuck him. “please, hyung.”
the title was what made yoongi cave in and they both knew it. in a matter of seconds, jungkook was flipped onto the couch.
the title was what made yoongi cave in and they both knew it. in a matter of seconds, jungkook was flipped onto the couch.
yoongi fucking into his ass, the house being filled with loud moaning and slapping of skin. jungkook’s dick was flapping around, throbbing for release but jungkook resisted. wanted to feel yoongi’s body over him, long and thick dick fucking and stretching him.
“yes, yes,” jungkook praised, feeding yoongi’s ego. they could even hear the song at this point, just the sound of jungkook’s whimpers. “right there, hyung. you fuck me so good.”
“such a little pleaser,” yoongi sucked and bit jungkook’s exposed neck, sending jungkook in a shiver
“such a little pleaser,” yoongi sucked and bit jungkook’s exposed neck, sending jungkook in a shiver
he was overwhelmed, eyes brimming with tears once he felt yoongi’s hand wrap around his dick. the constant fucking into his ass, the wet tongue lapping his neck, the fast paced handjob. jungkook came without warning, gasping and throwing his head back in pleasure.
jungkook laid there, tightening around yoongi as the eldest finished himself off. yoongi came into the condom, both of them panting fast. jungkook looked up at him, laughing breathlessly as he brushed back yoongi’s sweaty bangs.
“kind of disappointed you didn’t fuck my mouth.”
“kind of disappointed you didn’t fuck my mouth.”
yoongi rolled his eyes with a smile. “i should get going, it’s a long drive back.”
jungkook lifted himself up against his elbows, watching as the man pulled himself out. “or,” jungkook said slowly, not sure what he was offering. “you can stay and drive back tomorrow.”
jungkook lifted himself up against his elbows, watching as the man pulled himself out. “or,” jungkook said slowly, not sure what he was offering. “you can stay and drive back tomorrow.”
yoongi looked at jungkook, then at their pile of clothes. “i don’t know,” yoongi said, biting his lip.
jungkook chuckled. “you don’t have to, of course,” jungkook slowly got up from the couch, wincing. “it’s a long drive so i thought you might want to rest.”
jungkook chuckled. “you don’t have to, of course,” jungkook slowly got up from the couch, wincing. “it’s a long drive so i thought you might want to rest.”
“sleep where?”
“here,” jungkook gestured at the couch but yoongi pointed to the cum stains they had just left. “oh, never mind. you don’t mind splitting the bed do you?”
“i don’t but are you sure? i don’t want to put you out.”
“here,” jungkook gestured at the couch but yoongi pointed to the cum stains they had just left. “oh, never mind. you don’t mind splitting the bed do you?”
“i don’t but are you sure? i don’t want to put you out.”
jungkook smiled. “i don’t mind, i’ll go get some fresh sheets.” jungkook made his way to the his bedroom, grin spreading across his face. “and stop staring at my ass!”
31. “talk to me, gukkie,” jimin’s warm hand squeezed jungkook’s knee. jungkook has spent the last hour vomiting into his toilet that he questions why he drank so much. but then woosung’s face appeared and jungkook vomited some more.
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#yoonkookau | #nsfwau ♡
jimin sighed as he rubbed his back. “do you need anything? want me to make you something?” jungkook shook his head, the thought of eating making his stomach churn even more. “alright, just let it out.”
“i think i’m done,” jungkook leaned back against the bathtub.
“i think i’m done,” jungkook leaned back against the bathtub.
“i’ll go get you water,” jimin ruffled jungkook’s hair before getting up and leaving. jungkook sighed, phone buzzing in his pocket but he didn’t mind it. he knew he reacted immaturely with yoongi, he knew he shouldn’t have been so mean but he couldn’t help it.
every time he sees woosung, he reacts like this. jungkook wasn’t sure why but the man made him feel all funny inside. with his stupidly sweet charisma and witty humor. he was so much like yoongi that jungkook wasn’t sure why they broke up in the first place.
woosung was perfect. perfect for yoongi.
“here, you only had bottled kind,” jimin came back, twisting the cap off. “drink up.”
“hyung, have you,” jungkook licked his dehydrated lips. “how do you know if you’re lonely?”
“here, you only had bottled kind,” jimin came back, twisting the cap off. “drink up.”
“hyung, have you,” jungkook licked his dehydrated lips. “how do you know if you’re lonely?”
jimin smiled at him. “drink first and then i’ll tell you.” he watched jungkook take a few sips of water before speaking. “is this about woosung?”
“woosung, he’s so,” jungkook threw his head back against the bathtub. “he’s perfect for yoongi, hyung.”
“woosung, he’s so,” jungkook threw his head back against the bathtub. “he’s perfect for yoongi, hyung.”
“that doesn’t mean anything, gukkie. you could meet the most compatible person ever and they could still be undatable.”
“when we first started sleeping together, the thought of dating him seemed a bit revolting but he was hot.” jungkook explained. “so we fucked.”
“when we first started sleeping together, the thought of dating him seemed a bit revolting but he was hot.” jungkook explained. “so we fucked.”
jimin chuckled. “why do you think you’re lonely?”
“everyone is leaving me,” jungkook said softly, lifting his head to look at jimin. “yoongi left, hoseok left, namjoon and dojoon left. you’re going to leave.”
“everyone is leaving me,” jungkook said softly, lifting his head to look at jimin. “yoongi left, hoseok left, namjoon and dojoon left. you’re going to leave.”
“baby, that doesn’t mean you’re lonely,” jimin laughed softly as he moved in closer. “i know it might seem scary but we will always be here for you. no matter how lonely you get, you’re not. i’ll always be here.”
jungkook shook his head. “i don’t want you to drop everything.”
jungkook shook his head. “i don’t want you to drop everything.”
jimin smiled at him, leaning in to press a kiss to jungkook’s cheek. “how cute, you think i actually drop everything to be with you.”
jungkook groaned, wiping away jimin’s kiss. “hyung, gross!”
“look, you just need to relax, guk. yes, we’re all leaving to do our own things.”
jungkook groaned, wiping away jimin’s kiss. “hyung, gross!”
“look, you just need to relax, guk. yes, we’re all leaving to do our own things.”
“but that does not mean shit. you and i are still best friends. mingyu is still your friend. namjoon and dojoon will still be your friends,” jimin reassured. “and yoongi will still be your friend, too. yes, woosung might’ve been perfect but they broke up on their own terms.”
jungkook looked down at his hands. “you know, he never told me but i think i was to blame for their breakup.”
“why would you think such a thing? of course not, jungkook. what you two had started after woosung, right?”
“yes.”
“why would you think such a thing? of course not, jungkook. what you two had started after woosung, right?”
“yes.”
“so there’s no reason in putting blame on yourself,” jimin squeezed jungkook’s knee. “yoongi is nice and sweet, jungkook. i know he wouldn’t want to hurt you or woosung.”
“if i’m not lonely, does this mean i actually like yoongi? what do i do now? i can’t,” jungkook sighed.
“if i’m not lonely, does this mean i actually like yoongi? what do i do now? i can’t,” jungkook sighed.
“i think you should think about what you want, if you are feeling lonely, looking for temporary company isn’t the best thing.” jungkook nodded as he kept looking at his hands. “that being said, yoongi is probably crushing on you too, let’s be real.”
“is not,” jungkook chuckled softly.
there was a loud bang, both men jumping as they turned to the door.
“jeon jungkook!” someone yelled out but he recognized the voice. “you little shit come out!” jungkook smiled at jimin, who gave him a smug grin.
there was a loud bang, both men jumping as they turned to the door.
“jeon jungkook!” someone yelled out but he recognized the voice. “you little shit come out!” jungkook smiled at jimin, who gave him a smug grin.
32. jungkook was on the floor of the bathroom when yoongi walked in. his friend, jimin, was sitting next to him looking up at yoongi with a knowing smile.
“are you okay? you look pale,” yoongi said, looking at jimin. “is he okay?”
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“are you okay? you look pale,” yoongi said, looking at jimin. “is he okay?”
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jimin glanced over at jungkook before nodding. “just having a rough night.” jimin slowly got up. “i’m going to go make him something to eat, keep an eye on him, will you?”
yoongi nodded, waiting until jimin left to look at jungkook. jungkook avoided his gaze immediately.
yoongi nodded, waiting until jimin left to look at jungkook. jungkook avoided his gaze immediately.
yoongi sighed as he sat down on the edge of the bathtub, licking his lips nervously. jungkook looked tired, pale, and worm out. yoongi wondered how long he had been throwing up for.
“i’m sorry,” jungkook said. “i don’t think i want that blow job.”
“i’m sorry,” jungkook said. “i don’t think i want that blow job.”
yoongi chuckled, ruffling jungkook’s hair, wincing at the sweat. “you need a shower, dork.” he said before getting up and turning on jungkook’s water. jungkook sighed, leaning his head against yoongi’s leg.
“i fucked up, yoongi,” jungkook said softly.
“i fucked up, yoongi,” jungkook said softly.
“what makes you say that?” yoongi asked, trying not to move the leg that jungkook was leaning against.
jungkook shook his head. “i was mean to you and immature,” he looked up at yoongi, their eyes meeting. “and you drove all the way here again.”
jungkook shook his head. “i was mean to you and immature,” he looked up at yoongi, their eyes meeting. “and you drove all the way here again.”
yoongi chuckled, squatting down to meet jungkook’s eye level. “hey,” yoongi said softly, finding this jungkook quite adorable. jungkook, as dorky as he is, can shield his emotions easily. something that yoongi has seen many times, especially with someone older.
it was almost as if he wanted to be mature too, or even more mature than the older person. yoongi wondered what else was spinning around in the youngest’s head.
“i made the decision to drive here,” yoongi said. “no one forced me, i’m here because i want to.”
“i made the decision to drive here,” yoongi said. “no one forced me, i’m here because i want to.”
jungkook nodded, his eyes still not meeting yoongi’s. “i still feel bad.”
“just give me gas money and we’ll call it even,” yoongi teased, getting a small smile from the youngest. “you’re a horny drunk, you know.”
“yeah, i know,” jungkook sighed. “i once fucked a couch.”
“just give me gas money and we’ll call it even,” yoongi teased, getting a small smile from the youngest. “you’re a horny drunk, you know.”
“yeah, i know,” jungkook sighed. “i once fucked a couch.”
“on a couch?”
jungkook shook his head, lifting his head to meet yoongi’s gaze. “no, i was drinking alone when i thought my couch was this guy i had a crush on. i—yeah, you get it.”
yoongi couldn’t help but laugh at the idea of a drunk jungkook rubbing against the couch.
jungkook shook his head, lifting his head to meet yoongi’s gaze. “no, i was drinking alone when i thought my couch was this guy i had a crush on. i—yeah, you get it.”
yoongi couldn’t help but laugh at the idea of a drunk jungkook rubbing against the couch.
a hilarious yet hot idea. “you are something else, jeon.”
“i should probably shower,” jungkook broke off their gaze again but yoongi noticed that jungkook’s cheeks were turning pink. “see you after?”
“course.”
“i should probably shower,” jungkook broke off their gaze again but yoongi noticed that jungkook’s cheeks were turning pink. “see you after?”
“course.”
36. “then they all just started a giant doggy pile, all of them just fucking whoever would fuck them back. and at that moment i realized that i was in the wrong house party.”
yoongi threw his head back in laughter, eyes gleaming under the moon.
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yoongi threw his head back in laughter, eyes gleaming under the moon.
#yoonkookau | #nsfwau ♡
“it wasn’t the dicks and vaginas on the walls that gave it away?” yoongi squeaked out.
jungkook shook his head. “i thought it was decorations or a theme,” jungkook smiled at yoongi. “your turn.”
yoongi wiped his eyes, shaking his head in protest.
jungkook shook his head. “i thought it was decorations or a theme,” jungkook smiled at yoongi. “your turn.”
yoongi wiped his eyes, shaking his head in protest.
“wait, wait,” yoongi put his hand on jungkook’s bicep, making jungkook stop walking to look at him. “i have to ask, for curiosity reasons and for health reasons, did your stay?”
jungkook laughed. “i was going to.”
“jungkook!”
“but then you called,” jungkook said.
jungkook laughed. “i was going to.”
“jungkook!”
“but then you called,” jungkook said.
yoongi looked up at him, eyebrows furrowing as he did. “i called?”
jungkook hummed, staring down at the smaller man. he never noticed the little details on yoongi’s face. the pastel purple and blue under yoongi’s eyes from the lack of sleep. the cute button nose.
jungkook hummed, staring down at the smaller man. he never noticed the little details on yoongi’s face. the pastel purple and blue under yoongi’s eyes from the lack of sleep. the cute button nose.
“i stopped you from having an orgy? i’m so sorry,” yoongi smiled, his entire face lighting up.
yoongi was so pretty, it almost made jungkook annoyed at him. how could someone so pretty be walking around like this? teasing everyone, making everyone fall for him.
yoongi was so pretty, it almost made jungkook annoyed at him. how could someone so pretty be walking around like this? teasing everyone, making everyone fall for him.
jungkook chuckled at himself. he’ll deny it until the end, for his sake and for yoongi’s sake. but tonight as yoongi walked further from him, yelling at jungkook to catch up, jungkook will confess to the night. i like you, yoongi. just for tonight.
42. help me pick who wins the bet!
♡ if jungkook wins: yoongi has to write jungkook a song
♡ if yoongi wins: jungkook has to visit yoongi in seoul
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♡ if jungkook wins: yoongi has to write jungkook a song
♡ if yoongi wins: jungkook has to visit yoongi in seoul
— you can vote here too:
curiouscat.me/euphorjieun
46. yoongi should’ve known something was wrong from the moment he stepped inside the car. seokjin was awfully quiet, quieter than usual. even when he tried to make light conversation, the man was silent.
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it wasn’t until they reached the restaurant they would be eating at that seokjin finally broke the silence.
“i like jungkook,” seokjin said, just as yoongi was about to take off his seatbelt. he watched as seokjin’s knuckles tightened around the steering wheel.
“i like jungkook,” seokjin said, just as yoongi was about to take off his seatbelt. he watched as seokjin’s knuckles tightened around the steering wheel.
“i’ve liked him for quite some time now,” seokjin continued. “actually for a long time. i didn’t say anything before because before i knew it, you two were becoming friends with benefits. so i have to ask.”
yoongi looked at seokjin, not sure how to react or say.
yoongi looked at seokjin, not sure how to react or say.
“that one night stand,” seokjin turned to look at yoongi. “was that someone new or was it jungkook?”
yoongi sighed, everything clicking together. why seokjin would always react negatively whenever jungkook was brought up. the constant reminder to end that relationship.
yoongi sighed, everything clicking together. why seokjin would always react negatively whenever jungkook was brought up. the constant reminder to end that relationship.
seokjin liked jungkook? did jungkook ever talked to him? sure they were all friends but yoongi can’t remember the last time jungkook even mentioned seokjin or seokjin mentioning jungkook in a positive way. seokjin would always talk negatively about jungkook.
and why...why was yoongi getting so worked up about this? about seokjin liking jungkook. was seokjin hoping that yoongi had a one night stand with someone else? did seokjin want jungkook? the thought of jungkook sleeping with seokjin made yoongi feel sick to his stomach.
not because seokjin wasn’t attractive, not because he wasn’t sure jungkook doesn’t find seokjin attractive. but because the idea of jungkook fucking someone else made yoongi feel funny. but why? they’re not exclusive. are they?
no, jungkook has slept with other people. so has yoongi. they weren’t exclusive. they just weren’t. so why does yoongi feel this way?
“it was jungkook,” yoongi said. “why?”
“it was jungkook,” yoongi said. “why?”
seokjin sighed, nodding as he looked towards the front. “i thought so.”
“do you really like jungkook?” yoongi asked.
“do you?” seokjin turned back to yoongi. “because i like him enough to date him, what about you, yoongi?”
“do you really like jungkook?” yoongi asked.
“do you?” seokjin turned back to yoongi. “because i like him enough to date him, what about you, yoongi?”
yoongi furrowed his eyebrows slightly. “what are you saying?”
“just being transparent with you,” seokjin said, unbuckling his seatbelt. “should we go in? hoseok is waiting.”
“just being transparent with you,” seokjin said, unbuckling his seatbelt. “should we go in? hoseok is waiting.”
73. yoongi frowned down at the message from hoseok, wondering what the man was referring to. thank him for what? for letting yoongi rewrite the song? it didn’t seem like something yoongi wanted to be thankful for.
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if anything, he was really fucking annoyed with everything. it always made yoongi want to pull out of the collaboration entirely. the artist was so rude, uncooperative, and aggressive. dropping curse words every three seconds. not that yoongi minds cursing.
he’s known to accidentally curse here and then but when you say it every other word is when yoongi starts to get annoyed. but then again, yoongi was already biased with the person so that didn’t help either. yoongi scoffed as he walked down the hall, empty coffee cup in hand.
just the thought of today really annoyed yoongi. on top of that, he had seokjin’s little date with jungkook bothering him. not so much the date part but seokjin’s cockiness. ‘he’s a funny guy,’ yeah, no shit. jungkook is hilarious. he’s always been hilarious.
why did it take him so long to realize that? jungkook was amazing and great company to have. sure, yoongi only meets up with the guy to fuck, but yoongi was friends with jungkook before that. the first time they met that spring morning, yoongi knew jungkook was funny.
yoongi just rolled his eyes, deciding to not let that bother him again. he has an entire song to recreate, he shouldn’t waste his energy on seokjin and his quote-on-quote crush on jungkook. even if yoongi’s never heard seokjin talk about him before but whatever.
yoongi was turning the corner towards the lounge when his stride came to a stop. blinking a couple times to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. standing a few feet away from him was jungkook. yoongi furrowed his eyebrows, wondering if he was just hyped on the coffee.
to be honest, yoongi did drink four large cups of coffee and was about to get his fifth one. but now, now yoongi might have to quit all together if they make him see things. there was no possible way that jeon jungkook was here. here in seoul. here in front of yoongi.
“he’s actually right there,” one of the employees pointed at yoongi, jungkook’s head lifting in confusion. the two men stared at each other for a long time, yoongi’s body stiffening up as jungkook broke out in a wide smile.
“hey hyung,” jungkook said. “long time no see.”
“hey hyung,” jungkook said. “long time no see.”
74. “what the fuck are you doing here?” yoongi finally said after a long silence. jungkook had waited for the eldest to prepare his coffee before he was dragged to one of the studios within the company. he has to admit he’s a little disappointed.
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#yoonkookau | #nsfwau ♡
jungkook has heard marvelous reviews about this company that he wanted a in-depth tour. but judging by the frown on yoongi’s pretty face, jungkook guesses it might be the wrong time to ask for a tour.
“that’s not a nice way to greet someone who left a fun party for you.”
“that’s not a nice way to greet someone who left a fun party for you.”
“then you should’ve stayed,” yoongi said bluntly. “you didn’t answer my question, what the fuck are you doing here?”
jungkook sighed, looking around yoongi’s studio. it wasn’t at all like anything he’d imagine. it was much more organized and smelled pleasantly.
jungkook sighed, looking around yoongi’s studio. it wasn’t at all like anything he’d imagine. it was much more organized and smelled pleasantly.
“jungkook,” yoongi said louder, jungkook noticing one of those stress balls on yoongi’s desk.
he picked it up, giggling as he turned to look at yoongi. “you have one of these?” jungkook asked. “isn’t this the one i gave you for christmas?”
he picked it up, giggling as he turned to look at yoongi. “you have one of these?” jungkook asked. “isn’t this the one i gave you for christmas?”
yoongi grabbed the stress ball from jungkook. “jungkook, i’m serious. you can’t just show up at my company like this. what if i hadn’t seen you? you would’ve been mistaken for a fan and be carried out.”
jungkook pouted slightly. “i am a fan.”
jungkook pouted slightly. “i am a fan.”
“seriously?” yoongi rolled his eyes, taking a step back. “how did—how did you even get here?”
“hoseok paid for my cab,” jungkook said, taking the stress ball back and playing around with it. “he also paid for a hotel room in case you kicked me out.”
“hoseok paid for my cab,” jungkook said, taking the stress ball back and playing around with it. “he also paid for a hotel room in case you kicked me out.”
yoongi frowned. “hoseok?”
“yep.”
“why the fuck would he do that?” yoongi said, eyes moving up and down jungkook’s body. “you have lipstick on your shirt.”
jungkook looked down, chuckling as he hummed. “we were doing body shots, it was the only fun part.”
“yep.”
“why the fuck would he do that?” yoongi said, eyes moving up and down jungkook’s body. “you have lipstick on your shirt.”
jungkook looked down, chuckling as he hummed. “we were doing body shots, it was the only fun part.”
“you always complain about parties being boring but go anyway.”
jungkook scoffed, squeezing the ball as he pouted again. “what else can i do? my date stood me up.”
“it wasn’t a date.”
jungkook only pouted more. “it was an agreed social engagement, technically a date.”
jungkook scoffed, squeezing the ball as he pouted again. “what else can i do? my date stood me up.”
“it wasn’t a date.”
jungkook only pouted more. “it was an agreed social engagement, technically a date.”
“why did hoseok send you, jungkook?”
jungkook sighed, looking down at the stress ball. he noticed jungkook’s initials written on one side. he couldn’t help but smile at the faded marker. jungkook had bought the stress ball for christmas after noticing yoongi was tense.
jungkook sighed, looking down at the stress ball. he noticed jungkook’s initials written on one side. he couldn’t help but smile at the faded marker. jungkook had bought the stress ball for christmas after noticing yoongi was tense.
teasingly, jungkook has written in marker on the ball, making a joke about how yoongi should squeeze the stress ball like how yoongi squeezes jungkook’s balls during sex. jungkook didn’t expect yoongi to still have it.
“he sent me here to distract you,” jungkook said, lifting his head to meet yoongi’s gaze. “and because he’s worried that you’ll lock yourself in this studio until you finish the song.”
yoongi scoffed as he crossed his arms. “that’s how we work, why is he being so nosy?”
yoongi scoffed as he crossed his arms. “that’s how we work, why is he being so nosy?”
jungkook hummed. “he feels bad,” he explained, picking off some lint from the ball. “he has a mini concert in japan while you’re stuck here. he wanted to make sure you were in good company.”
“so he sent you?” yoongi scoffed. “so much for good company.”
“so he sent you?” yoongi scoffed. “so much for good company.”
jungkook grinned, leaning back against yoongi’s desk. “now that’s not very nice.”
yoongi sighed, grabbing his stress ball back from jungkook. “fine,” he said. “just sit on the couch and look pretty. i should at least try to finish the first verse tonight.”
yoongi sighed, grabbing his stress ball back from jungkook. “fine,” he said. “just sit on the couch and look pretty. i should at least try to finish the first verse tonight.”
“and then we eat,” jungkook said. yoongi frowned. “what? hoseok said you haven’t eaten since the meeting.”
“hoseok really loves to gossip, doesn’t he?”
“so we’re eating after, right? im a little famished from all those shots.”
yoongi hummed. “yeah, menus are over there.”
“hoseok really loves to gossip, doesn’t he?”
“so we’re eating after, right? im a little famished from all those shots.”
yoongi hummed. “yeah, menus are over there.”
“yay!” jungkook moved to where yoongi was pointing, grabbing the stack and looking through them. “i can get anything i want, right?”
“i’m not your sugar daddy.”
jungkook hummed. “no but you owe me from standing me up.”
“life is about moving on, jungkook.”
“i’m not your sugar daddy.”
jungkook hummed. “no but you owe me from standing me up.”
“life is about moving on, jungkook.”
“so i can?”
yoongi sighed, sitting down at his desk. “yeah, get whatever you want.”
“thanks pd-nim,” jungkook teased, smiling as he heard the eldest scoff at him.
yoongi sighed, sitting down at his desk. “yeah, get whatever you want.”
“thanks pd-nim,” jungkook teased, smiling as he heard the eldest scoff at him.
75. yoongi glanced over at jungkook, just to make sure that the man was still there and not some coffee hallucination. surely enough, there was the man on the couch, pillow on lap, eyes looking around the studio.
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#yoonkookau | #nsfwau ♡
yoongi let his eyes wandered up and jungkook’s body. it hadn’t been that long since he last saw jungkook but the man looked different. his dyed hair was fading, his eyeliner was slightly smudged, lips were chewed on. not to mention the amount of lipstick on his shirt.
yoongi clenched his jaw before looking away. “i like the food you ordered.”
jungkook hummed, turning his head to look at yoongi. “i knew you would!” he smiled. “you’re always saying you like a little spice.”
yoongi couldn’t help but chuckle at the man, looking away.
jungkook hummed, turning his head to look at yoongi. “i knew you would!” he smiled. “you’re always saying you like a little spice.”
yoongi couldn’t help but chuckle at the man, looking away.
“there’s a clean shirt in the cabinet if you wanted to change,” yoongi cleared his throat. “you reek of alcohol.”
jungkook lifted his shirt, sniffing it. “oh, wow,” he got up immediately. “why didn’t the lady from before say anything?”
“she was busy drooling.”
jungkook lifted his shirt, sniffing it. “oh, wow,” he got up immediately. “why didn’t the lady from before say anything?”
“she was busy drooling.”
jungkook laughed as he walked over to the cabinet, eyes looking at it curiously. his round eyes filling up with curiosity as it opened with one push. “seoul is really just technology advancements, isn’t it?”
yoongi chuckled. “why are you acting like an old man?”
yoongi chuckled. “why are you acting like an old man?”
yoongi glanced over at jungkook, watching as the man took off his shirt, revealing his chest. yoongi swallowed nervously as his eyes moved up and down. jungkook’s chest was so define and so fucking attractive, yoongi has to look away. but his eyes slowly came back.
“you have a hickey,” yoongi said.
jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. “i didn’t,” jungkook looked down, laughing as he nodded. “oh, yeah, saerom did that. she was trying to seduce some girl.”
“by sucking on you?”
“she was licking off the shot, i think.”
jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. “i didn’t,” jungkook looked down, laughing as he nodded. “oh, yeah, saerom did that. she was trying to seduce some girl.”
“by sucking on you?”
“she was licking off the shot, i think.”
yoongi shook his head. “you’re really something else.”
“we should do that,” jungkook said, yoongi turning to look at him. his eyes widened slightly as he saw jungkook close to him, propping himself down onto yoongi’s lap.
“we should do that,” jungkook said, yoongi turning to look at him. his eyes widened slightly as he saw jungkook close to him, propping himself down onto yoongi’s lap.
yoongi’s hands automatically moving to hold jungkook’s hips, holding the man safely in place. “do what?”
“body shots,” jungkook smiled at him. “i like your body, it’s very toned and milky.”
yoongi couldn’t help but scoff at the compliment, even if his cheeks start to warm up.
“body shots,” jungkook smiled at him. “i like your body, it’s very toned and milky.”
yoongi couldn’t help but scoff at the compliment, even if his cheeks start to warm up.
“no,” yoongi said, deny it like always. it was only a matter of seconds before he would give in, like always. “seokjin told me he had fun on your date.”
“oh!” jungkook said. “that’s sweet, he’s a nice guy. i almost feel bad for thinking otherwise.”
“oh!” jungkook said. “that’s sweet, he’s a nice guy. i almost feel bad for thinking otherwise.”
yoongi hummed, refusing to look at jungkook, so he went back to staring at his computer screen. he had gotten a lot more than a verse done but still had a lot more to do.
“what else did he say?” jungkook said, wrapping his arms around yoongi’s neck.
“what else did he say?” jungkook said, wrapping his arms around yoongi’s neck.
‘that you like me,’ yoongi thought. he still didn’t look at jungkook, cheeks too warm. he knew jungkook was smiling at him, could see it in the corner of his eye. he wasn’t sure why yoongi was being so bashful. but jungkook was on his lap, ass pressed against yoongi’s dick.
not to mention that jungkook smells good, now that he took off his shirt. now all that yoongi could smell was jungkook’s favorite cologne mixed with the takeout they had ordered. yoongi hesitated to admit but jungkook smelled like...home.
76. jungkook smiled into the kiss, wrapping one leg around yoongi’s waist to pull the eldest closer to him. yoongi kissed him deeper, tongue sliding down jungkook’s bottom lip teasingly.
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#yoonkookau | #nsfwau ♡
jungkook let yoongi kiss him, missing the feeling of yoongi like this. yoongi kissing him, yoongi above him, yoongi touching him. his hands were moving up and down jungkook’s sides, nails tentatively digging into jungkook’s skin, making the youngest shudder under him.
“you taste like coffee,” jungkook mumbled against yoongi’s lips, making the eldest pull away slightly.
“you taste like cheap alcohol,” yoongi mumbled back, making jungkook laugh as he looked at yoongi.
jungkook’s heart was beating fast, making him look away shyly.
“you taste like cheap alcohol,” yoongi mumbled back, making jungkook laugh as he looked at yoongi.
jungkook’s heart was beating fast, making him look away shyly.
“congratulations,” yoongi said. “you’ve officially distracted me.” he sighed at the realization that jungkook managed to peel him off of the chair. yoongi slowly sat back on his legs, licking his lips as he ran his fingers through his hair.
jungkook laid on the couch, smiling up at yoongi. “i did promise i would.”
“you’re evil,” yoongi teased, placing his hand on jungkook’s knee. the moved seemed so natural. a simple movement just to be touching jungkook. the thought only made jungkook smile.
“you’re evil,” yoongi teased, placing his hand on jungkook’s knee. the moved seemed so natural. a simple movement just to be touching jungkook. the thought only made jungkook smile.
‘idiot,’ jungkook said to yoongi, ‘what’s going to happen when jungkook’s heart flutters? will yoongi take responsibility?’
“does this mean our bet is off?”
“huh?”
yoongi looked at jungkook, his thumb subconsciously caressing jungkook’s knee. “well, you came to seoul.”
“does this mean our bet is off?”
“huh?”
yoongi looked at jungkook, his thumb subconsciously caressing jungkook’s knee. “well, you came to seoul.”
“nice try,” jungkook laughed. “i came to seoul on different circumstances, our bet is still on.”
yoongi chuckled. “good,” he said. “but i’m going to win, so it doesn’t matter.”
“fuck off,” jungkook scoffed, shoving yoongi’s hand away. he got up from the couch.
yoongi chuckled. “good,” he said. “but i’m going to win, so it doesn’t matter.”
“fuck off,” jungkook scoffed, shoving yoongi’s hand away. he got up from the couch.
he sat down on yoongi’s chair, putting on the headphones he’d been wearing. “so what are you working on?”
“music.”
“no shit,” jungkook looked up at yoongi, who was standing next to him. “come on, let me hear something! everyone gives me spoilers but you!”
“music.”
“no shit,” jungkook looked up at yoongi, who was standing next to him. “come on, let me hear something! everyone gives me spoilers but you!”
“what’s that supposed to mean?” yoongi asked, leaning into jungkook to grab the mouse.
jungkook’s heart skipped at the sudden closeness, eyes blinking as he turned away. “just,” jungkook said. “seokjin and hoseok, who i haven’t talked to in months, tell me everything.”
jungkook’s heart skipped at the sudden closeness, eyes blinking as he turned away. “just,” jungkook said. “seokjin and hoseok, who i haven’t talked to in months, tell me everything.”
“but i’ve been talking to you since high school and you don’t even tell me what you’re up to,” jungkook looked back at yoongi.
yoongi met jungkook’s gaze, chuckling as he raised his eyebrows. “are you pouting?”
“fuck off, just play your stupid song.”
yoongi met jungkook’s gaze, chuckling as he raised his eyebrows. “are you pouting?”
“fuck off, just play your stupid song.”
yoongi laughed, double clicking a file. a piano slowly played, jungkook wondering if it was yoongi playing. his eyes slowly moved to yoongi, who was biting on his bottom lip. jungkook couldn’t help but smile up at him. he looked so nervous, so cute.
the song came to an end, jungkook taking off the headphones.
“don’t be a dick,” yoongi said immediately. “but what did you think?”
“what?” jungkook chuckled. “i love your music, i’ve always told you that.”
“i know but what do you think?”
“don’t be a dick,” yoongi said immediately. “but what did you think?”
“what?” jungkook chuckled. “i love your music, i’ve always told you that.”
“i know but what do you think?”
jungkook smiled up at yoongi. “i loved it,” he said honestly. “like everything that you put out, it’s beautiful and that artist is an idiot for saying otherwise.”
“how did you—“
“i told you,” jungkook said, looking away. “everyone tells me something but you.”
“how did you—“
“i told you,” jungkook said, looking away. “everyone tells me something but you.”
yoongi chuckled, sighing as he ruffled jungkook’s hair. jungkook turned to look at yoongi, about to complain when he found yoongi staring at him with a small smile. “thank you,” yoongi said. “for distracting me tonight.”
jungkook scoffed. “what? are you kicking me out?”
jungkook scoffed. “what? are you kicking me out?”
“no,” yoongi said. “i forgot how nice it is to have you here with me.”
jungkook looked up at yoongi, heart skipping heavily in his chest. “min yoongi,” jungkook said. “are you flirting with me?”
yoongi rolled his eyes, lightly hitting jungkook in the head. “i need more coffee.”
jungkook looked up at yoongi, heart skipping heavily in his chest. “min yoongi,” jungkook said. “are you flirting with me?”
yoongi rolled his eyes, lightly hitting jungkook in the head. “i need more coffee.”
81. jungkook stared at the woman, smiling softly as yoongi cleared his throat.
“noona, this is my friend, jungkook,” yoongi said. “jungkook, this is one of my managers, danbi.”
jungkook bowed politely. “nice to meet you.”
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“noona, this is my friend, jungkook,” yoongi said. “jungkook, this is one of my managers, danbi.”
jungkook bowed politely. “nice to meet you.”
#yoonkookau | #nsfwau ♡
the woman smiled at jungkook before turning to look at yoongi. “i was asked to check on your progress, you didn’t work all night again, did you?”
yoongi chuckled, scratching the back of his head as he looked around the studio. “no, noona. not tonight.”
yoongi chuckled, scratching the back of his head as he looked around the studio. “no, noona. not tonight.”
the woman, danbi, glanced over at jungkook. “from the looks of it, it seems like you had dinner already, that’s good. you usually go hours without taking a break.” she ruffled yoongi’s hair, yoongi scoffing.
“i know my limits.”
“i know my limits.”
jungkook looked away from them, feeling his phone vibrate. a message from saerom, asking jungkook what was going on. he looked back up, finding the two huddled over the desk. yoongi was explaining to the woman what changes he had made to the track.
jungkook got up from the couch, yoongi turning to look at him. “you need something, guk?”
“bathroom,” jungkook said, shaking his head. “don’t worry, i’ll be right back.”
“you sure? i can take you—“
“nonsense,” danbi laughed, patting yoongi’s arm. “he’s not a little kid.”
“bathroom,” jungkook said, shaking his head. “don’t worry, i’ll be right back.”
“you sure? i can take you—“
“nonsense,” danbi laughed, patting yoongi’s arm. “he’s not a little kid.”
jungkook wanted to scoff at her dismissal response but didn’t want to embarrass yoongi. instead, he just bowed politely before walking out of the studio. jungkook looked around, following the company’s signs to the bathroom. noona? jungkook scoffed.
noona? noona, she didn’t even look that much older than yoongi. noona. jungkook scoffed again, crossing his arms as he felt his face warming up. noona. who did she think she was? ruffling yoongi’s hair, treating him like a little kid. jungkook sighed.
what right did jungkook have being pouty over this? none. ‘jungkook, get a hold of yourself,’ jungkook thought. besides, you were cuter. jungkook nodded. he was cuter.
82. “yeah, i know, noona,” yoongi said, writing down another advice danbi gave him. “i’ll keep that in mind, thanks.”
danbi pulled away slightly. “alright,” she said. “you obviously know what you’re doing, sorry for butting in.”
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danbi pulled away slightly. “alright,” she said. “you obviously know what you’re doing, sorry for butting in.”
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“you know that’s not what i meant,” yoongi scratched his eyebrow, noticing that jungkook still wasn’t back. “i should go get more coffee.”
“i think you’ve had enough, yoongi. remember that you need to take care of your health if you want that mini tour.”
“i think you’ve had enough, yoongi. remember that you need to take care of your health if you want that mini tour.”
yoongi sighed, nodding as he pushed his chair back. “i will, noona. don’t worry.” he said. danbi sighed, grabbing her jacket and walking with yoongi out of the studio. he bowed politely before going the opposite direction. yoongi dialed jungkook’s number.
yoongi looked around, bowing at the coworkers he passed by. where did the brat go? yoongi hung up the call before dialing again. he heard a phone ringing nearby, quickly walking over to the sound. yoongi quickly came to stop once he found the brat.
jungkook was sitting in the middle, completely surrounded by yoongi’s coworkers. there were trainees all around him, producers, and even stylists. yoongi couldn’t help but chuckle, watching as everyone tried to talk to jungkook. yoongi leaned against the wall.
it wasn’t like yoongi didn’t blame him. jungkook was a vision of beauty. a perfect balance between someone attractive and someone soft. with his pretty eyes and lips, his toned and broad body. not to mention that smile. yoongi sighed, mind drifting back to what seokjin said.
had it been true? that all jungkook talked about was yoongi. or was seokjin trying to get a reaction out of him. was it true that the infamous jeon jungkook had a crush on yoongi? why didn’t the idea make yoongi uncomfortable? why? why did it make yoongi blush?
“ah, hyung!” jungkook quickly shot out of his seat, everyone looking up to see who jungkook was referring to. jungkook bowed at yoongi’s coworkers before grabbing yoongi’s wrist. “please get me out of here!” jungkook whispered.
“why? it seemed like you were making friends,” yoongi teased, letting jungkook pull him along. his eyes drifted to jungkook’s hold on him, his warm cheeks burning even more as yoongi slid his hand down, intertwining their fingers together.
jungkook turned, yoongi trying to act coy. “your coworkers are too friendly,” jungkook said. “they asked me what my shoe size was and then if i’d ever played golf, what does that mean!”
yoongi laughed, noticing that jungkook had gotten lost. “hey,” yoongi stopped walking.
yoongi laughed, noticing that jungkook had gotten lost. “hey,” yoongi stopped walking.
jungkook stumbled at the sudden pull but just turned to glare at yoongi. “no stopping! we have to escape.”
“fine,” yoongi said, their hands still intertwined. “let’s go to that hotel hoseok paid for you.”
jungkook looked at yoongi, furrowing his eyebrows slightly.
“fine,” yoongi said, their hands still intertwined. “let’s go to that hotel hoseok paid for you.”
jungkook looked at yoongi, furrowing his eyebrows slightly.
“what about your song?”
“rome wasn’t built in one day,” yoongi smiled, making jungkook to scoff at him. “i’m all worn out, you’re supposed to distract me, so do it.”
jungkook looked around. “what about that woman?”
“what about her?”
“won’t she be mad or something?”
“rome wasn’t built in one day,” yoongi smiled, making jungkook to scoff at him. “i’m all worn out, you’re supposed to distract me, so do it.”
jungkook looked around. “what about that woman?”
“what about her?”
“won’t she be mad or something?”
yoongi chuckled, taking a step closer to jungkook. jungkook looked down at him. “are you coming or not?”
jungkook hummed. “fine,” he said. “lets go.”
jungkook hummed. “fine,” he said. “lets go.”
83. yoongi watched as jungkook flipped through the menu, looking for some breakfast to order.
“didn’t you just eat?” yoongi asked, leaning onto his side on the bed. “how are you eating again?”
jungkook looked up yoongi.
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“didn’t you just eat?” yoongi asked, leaning onto his side on the bed. “how are you eating again?”
jungkook looked up yoongi.
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“i’ll suck your dick in a few, just let me order something,” jungkook waved his hand around.
yoongi scoffed before rolling his eyes. he moved closer to jungkook. jungkook looked up, letting out a squeak as yoongi pressed their lips together. jungkook quickly kissed him back.
yoongi scoffed before rolling his eyes. he moved closer to jungkook. jungkook looked up, letting out a squeak as yoongi pressed their lips together. jungkook quickly kissed him back.
yoongi used all his strength to pull the man closer to him, jungkook smiling as he pulled away slightly.
“needy much?” jungkook pushed aside the menu, pushing yoongi back against the bed before straddling him.
“needy much?” jungkook pushed aside the menu, pushing yoongi back against the bed before straddling him.
“hungry much?” yoongi said, knowing it wasn’t his best comeback but jungkook was kissing him again so it didn’t matter. jungkook kissed him slowly, yoongi putting his hands on jungkook’s thighs, sliding them up and down slowly.
jungkook’s fingers slid into yoongi’s hair, his grip tightening as he tilted yoongi’s head back slightly, changing the angle of their kiss. yoongi slid one his hands up, pressing his palm against jungkook’s crotch. due to the friction, jungkook bit down on yoongi’s bottom lip.
yoongi retaliated by putting more pressure against jungkook’s crotch, slowly moving his hand against jungkook’s hardening dick. jungkook moaned against yoongi’s lips, making yoongi smirk, getting the reaction he wanted.
“needy much?”
“fuck you.”
“needy much?”
“fuck you.”
yoongi smirked wider as he pulled away slightly, jungkook panting above him. yoongi lifted his hand, moving aside the strands of hair that had fallen onto jungkook’s face.
“sorry about my manager,” yoongi said. “she’s something else.”
“sorry about my manager,” yoongi said. “she’s something else.”
“whatever,” jungkook said. “she seems to care about you.”
yoongi rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “trust me, she just cares as long as i bring in money.”
“sucks.”
“not really,” yoongi shrugged. “you learn to have thicker skin with all of that music business.”
yoongi rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “trust me, she just cares as long as i bring in money.”
“sucks.”
“not really,” yoongi shrugged. “you learn to have thicker skin with all of that music business.”
jungkook looked down at yoongi. “what do you mean?”
“just,” yoongi met his gaze, his heart beating fast as their eyes met. “learning to take rejection and criticism lightly.”
jungkook frowned. “who’s rejecting your music? are they idiots?”
“just,” yoongi met his gaze, his heart beating fast as their eyes met. “learning to take rejection and criticism lightly.”
jungkook frowned. “who’s rejecting your music? are they idiots?”
yoongi laughed genuinely, shaking his head. “not every song i make is going to be perfect, sometimes i half-ass things.”
“so what? they’re still unique,” jungkook said.
“idiot,” yoongi whispered. “that’s not how life works, not everything has to be perfect.”
“so what? they’re still unique,” jungkook said.
“idiot,” yoongi whispered. “that’s not how life works, not everything has to be perfect.”
jungkook shook his head. “i still think every song of yours will be perfect and unique. i really love your music, even the rejects.”
yoongi smiled. “you’re still a child, you know that?”
“now you’re insulting me,” jungkook smiled before pressing their lips together.
yoongi smiled. “you’re still a child, you know that?”
“now you’re insulting me,” jungkook smiled before pressing their lips together.
they kissed slower this time, jungkook holding onto yoongi’s neck as they kissed. yoongi slid his hands to hold jungkook’s hips, deepening their kiss. yoongi slid his tongue along jungkook’s bottom lip, making the youngest open his mouth even more.
yoongi eagerly took the invitation, one of his hands sliding down to grab jungkook’s ass, making jungkook arch back against his touch, tongues meeting in the middle. yoongi used all his strength to switch their positions, pressing jungkook against the bed.
using his free hand, yoongi worked to pull jungkook’s shirt up, turning his head as he pressed kisses down the middle of jungkook’s chest, hooded eyes spotting the hickey where saerom had sucked. yoongi clenched the bed sheets, feeling a wave of possessiveness pass over him.
he wanted to punish jungkook for letting someone else touch him like that, he wanted to mark jungkook everywhere to make him learn just who he belonged to. but yoongi stopped just at jungkook’s rib cage. jungkook wasn’t his. he had no right to be jealous.
“hyung,” jungkook panted, yoongi looking up at the man. jungkook was peaking over his shirt, cheeks flushed as their eyes met. yoongi had no right to be jealous, had no right.
‘i’m sorry,’ yoongi thought. ‘just for tonight, let me pretend you’re mine.’
‘i’m sorry,’ yoongi thought. ‘just for tonight, let me pretend you’re mine.’
84. jungkook frantically kicked off his jeans, watching as yoongi pressed kisses all over his stomach, moaning as yoongi felt jungkook up over his boxers.
“already so wet, guk?” yoongi said teasingly, his voice making jungkook twitch under yoongi’s touch.
“already so wet, guk?” yoongi said teasingly, his voice making jungkook twitch under yoongi’s touch.
yoongi smirked, definitely feeling the sudden movement. “what’s got you so excited, baby?” yoongi asked, moving his hand up and down as he jerked jungkook over his boxers. jungkook was moaning softly, eyes closing. “did hyung get you this excited?”
jungkook wanted to slap the cockiness out of yoongi but fuck, he’d be lying if he didn’t like it. “yes,” jungkook responded. “yes, hyung, just like that.”
“shit,” he heard yoongi whisper before pressing open mouth kisses to jungkook’s hips, pulling down his boxers.
“shit,” he heard yoongi whisper before pressing open mouth kisses to jungkook’s hips, pulling down his boxers.
jungkook let out a moan as yoongi’s hand wrapped around jungkook’s length, jerking him off. “hyung,” jungkook’s fingers slipped into yoongi’s hair, toes curling. “please.”
“please what? what do you want hyung to do, koo?” yoongi cooed. “want hyung to touch you more?”
“please what? what do you want hyung to do, koo?” yoongi cooed. “want hyung to touch you more?”
“you shit,” jungkook laughed between his moans, arching as yoongi took the tip in. he closed his eyes again, feeling yoongi’s warm mouth take more of him in. “hyung, fuck,” jungkook threw his head back as he felt yoongi’s lubed fingers slipped into him.
yoongi pulled away, fingers sliding in and out of him. “you like calling me hyung, baby?” yoongi asked, jungkook scoffing. his scoffing only cost him another finger inside him, jungkook moaning louder as he felt the immediate stretch. “what did you say?”
“you wish,” jungkook smiled, tightening his grip on yoongi’s hair as the eldest finger fucked him quickly, stretching jungkook’s hole, pressing kisses to the side of his length. jungkook’s lips parted, noises of pleasure falling off of them easily.
he felt so fucking good, so fucking great. he missed this, he missed yoongi. jungkook had almost forgotten their bet. but as yoongi pulled away, jungkook was able to come to his sense. he opened his eyes, finding yoongi taking off his own jeans.
“hyungie,” jungkook said, making his voice sound cuter. yoongi choked on his spit as he looked up at jungkook.
“what?” yoongi said.
jungkook grinned, finding a weak spout. he pouted dramatically, tilting his head. “hyungie, will you let me ride you?”
“what?” yoongi said.
jungkook grinned, finding a weak spout. he pouted dramatically, tilting his head. “hyungie, will you let me ride you?”
85. yoongi blinked, the man sitting on the man pouting at him was still there. yoongi thought it had been another one of his wet dreams but no, as he blinked again, jungkook was still there.
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“hyungie,” jungkook said cutesy, moving to the edge of the bed, larges hands coming out to touch yoongi’s length. “let me ride you, please?”
yoongi let out a soft groan as jungkook lapped his tongue to the tip of his length, big brown eyes looking up at him.
yoongi let out a soft groan as jungkook lapped his tongue to the tip of his length, big brown eyes looking up at him.
“please?” jungkook said, a little too high pitch and yoongi isn’t a man that falls for cute things. he really isn’t. he doesn’t like the over done cutesy voices and phrases. but fuck, seeing jungkook all pink cheeked, eyes wide, and lips fully swollen. yoongi was a weak man.
“yeah,” yoongi said, almost breathlessly. he took a step forward, seeing the smirk spreading on jungkook’s face. “yeah, sure.”
jungkook raised an eyebrow, the cute look shifting into a more mature one.
jungkook raised an eyebrow, the cute look shifting into a more mature one.
jungkook used his strength to pull yoongi onto the bed, yoongi bracing himself as he fell with a loud thud, the bed springs making a noice. jungkook didn’t waste any time, quickly climbing onto yoongi’s waist, smirking down at him. jungkook arched his back.
his ass pressing back against yoongi’s hardened dick. “what’s got you so excited, hyung?” jungkook whispered, mocking yoongi’s words from before. “is it me, hm? do like being called hyung?”
yoongi couldn’t help but marvel at the man.
yoongi couldn’t help but marvel at the man.
jungkook was going to be the end of him, he really was. yoongi just looked at him, watching as jungkook pressed kisses down yoongi’s chest, mirroring what yoongi had been doing. but jungkook wasn’t hesitating, the youngest was sucking and biting marks all over yoongi’s body.
yoongi watched him with hooded eyes, watched jungkook leave several marks all over his body. the very thing that yoongi had been hesitating, the man did without thinking. yoongi pushed aside his thoughts, deciding not to overthink things.
yoongi slipped his fingers into jungkook’s hair, lifting jungkook’s head up. “jungkook,” yoongi said. “are you going to ride me or are you waiting for something else?”
jungkook smiled up at him, pressing his ass more into yoongi’s dick. “admit it first.”
jungkook smiled up at him, pressing his ass more into yoongi’s dick. “admit it first.”
“you wish,” yoongi grabbed jungkook’s hips with one hand and aligned himself with the other.
“wait,” jungkook said, putting a hand on yoongi’s chest. “wait, wait!”
yoongi stopped his hips, looking up at jungkook worriedly. “what is it?”
“wait,” jungkook said, putting a hand on yoongi’s chest. “wait, wait!”
yoongi stopped his hips, looking up at jungkook worriedly. “what is it?”
jungkook was blinking, panting above yoongi with a worried look all over his face. “you,” jungkook said softly. “you don’t have a condom on.”
yoongi looked down, eyes widening slightly as he noticed that he didn’t. “oh,” yoongi said. “shit, you’re right.”
yoongi looked down, eyes widening slightly as he noticed that he didn’t. “oh,” yoongi said. “shit, you’re right.”
jungkook chuckled, looking away shyly. “yeah.”
“i’m clean,” yoongi said. jungkook quickly turned to look at him.
“what?” jungkook said, eyes widening a bit. “are you suggesting—“
“well, i trust you,” yoongi said.
“i’m clean,” yoongi said. jungkook quickly turned to look at him.
“what?” jungkook said, eyes widening a bit. “are you suggesting—“
“well, i trust you,” yoongi said.
jungkook stared at him for a long time before looking away again, trying to stop himself from smiling. “wow,” jungkook said. “min yoongi, you’ve been flirting with me all day.”
“shut up,” yoongi said, looking away from jungkook too.
“shut up,” yoongi said, looking away from jungkook too.
the two men remained like that for a while, both looking away from each other, cheeks blushing red.
“so,” yoongi cleared his throat. “are you, do you—“
“yeah,” jungkook said. both of them slowly turning back to each other. “i’m clean too.”
“so,” yoongi cleared his throat. “are you, do you—“
“yeah,” jungkook said. both of them slowly turning back to each other. “i’m clean too.”
“you trust me?” yoongi whispered.
jungkook smiled softly. “nope,” jungkook teased, pressing their lips together. yoongi shook his head but kissed him anyway, both of them breathing each other in. jungkook slid his tongue in, yoongi sucking on it lightly.
jungkook smiled softly. “nope,” jungkook teased, pressing their lips together. yoongi shook his head but kissed him anyway, both of them breathing each other in. jungkook slid his tongue in, yoongi sucking on it lightly.
yoongi pulled away to guide himself into jungkook’s hole, heart beating fast as jungkook slowly turned his face into yoongi’s neck, sucking and biting the skin there. with a roll of his hips, yoongi was able to slip himself in securely, a soft moan coming from jungkook.
86. “admit it,” yoongi whispered, looking up at jungkook with darkened eyes. “come on, baby.”
jungkook looked at yoongi, a scoff falling from his lips. jungkook might not have a hyung kink but if yoongi keeps calling ‘baby’...
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jungkook looked at yoongi, a scoff falling from his lips. jungkook might not have a hyung kink but if yoongi keeps calling ‘baby’...
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jungkook leaned his hands back against yoongi’s thighs, smirking as he saw yoongi’s smirk faltering as jungkook slowly moved his hips. “dream on.”
yoongi rolled his eyes, putting one hand on jungkook’s hip. “move,” yoongi said. “or i’m going to fuck you.”
yoongi rolled his eyes, putting one hand on jungkook’s hip. “move,” yoongi said. “or i’m going to fuck you.”
jungkook pouted. “your dirty talk could need some work.”
“jungkook,” yoongi said a bit louder, grip on jungkook’s hip tightening. “i’m fucking serious.”
jungkook looked up at yoongi, oddly knowing what he meant. they were fucking. no condom. nothing.
“jungkook,” yoongi said a bit louder, grip on jungkook’s hip tightening. “i’m fucking serious.”
jungkook looked up at yoongi, oddly knowing what he meant. they were fucking. no condom. nothing.
the sensation was new to both of them but jungkook was having too much fun poking yoongi’s patience that he genuinely debated whether or not to keep going. but as yoongi suddenly thrusted up into jungkook, making the younger man let out a moan, his entire body warming up.
jungkook glared up at the man, moving his hips slowly, building the tension between them—more than what already existed. yoongi was closing his eyes, nails digging into jungkook’s hip. he felt different too, felt more raw, felt more intimate.
“come here,” yoongi whispered, eyes hooded open as he beckoned jungkook. curious, jungkook leaned forward, hips still moving slowly, asshole sliding up and down yoongi’s length. everything felt really fucking amazing, the stretch of yoongi’s hardened dick felt great.
jungkook wasn’t sure what else could make that moment better.
that was until yoongi kissed him.
jungkook has kissed a lot of boys, has kissed yoongi multiple times. but yoongi was kissing him differently and it just made the entire moment better.
that was until yoongi kissed him.
jungkook has kissed a lot of boys, has kissed yoongi multiple times. but yoongi was kissing him differently and it just made the entire moment better.
yoongi was kissing jungkook like jungkook was oxygen, so desperate to taste and savor the younger man. jungkook could barely keep up with the demand, in between moving his hips and keeping up with the pace, jungkook felt this odd sense of need.
it was silly, to have your heart flutter while riding and messily making out with someone but it was. jungkook’s heart was fluttering, making him completely nervous to what to do next. so jungkook stops all together, panting as he pulled away from yoongi.
“you okay?” yoongi whispered, blown wide eyes looking at jungkook. he looked almost euphoric in a way.
“yeah,” jungkook whispered, not sure what to say or what to do. fuck, this was terrible. jungkook hasn’t felt this nervous since the first time he had sex.
“yeah,” jungkook whispered, not sure what to say or what to do. fuck, this was terrible. jungkook hasn’t felt this nervous since the first time he had sex.
jungkook looked away, feeling guilty of interrupting them again but he couldn’t help it. “i just,” jungkook tried to think of an excuse but his mind just went back to yoongi’s kiss, yoongi’s touch. fuck, jungkook was screwed.
“hey, look at me,” yoongi said.
“hey, look at me,” yoongi said.
yoongi reached up, grabbing jungkook’s chin, and turning his head. yoongi greeted him with a smile. “talk to me, guk, you’re really quiet tonight.”
jungkook chuckled, “kind of odd to have a man-to-man chat with your dick in my ass, don’t you think?”
jungkook chuckled, “kind of odd to have a man-to-man chat with your dick in my ass, don’t you think?”
“if it’s what gets you to be serious,” yoongi thrusted up playfully. “why not.”
“i’m sorry,” jungkook said. “i ruined the mood again.”
yoongi laughed, shaking his head. “you never ruin the mood, koo. except that one time you almost vomited on my dick.”
“i’m sorry,” jungkook said. “i ruined the mood again.”
yoongi laughed, shaking his head. “you never ruin the mood, koo. except that one time you almost vomited on my dick.”
“too much hot dogs,” jungkook shuddered at the memory. “never again.”
yoongi hummed, ruffling jungkook’s hair. “so? talk to me, what’s going through you little jungkook mind.”
jungkook smiled at him. “i’m just,” jungkook wrapped his arms around yoongi’s neck.
yoongi hummed, ruffling jungkook’s hair. “so? talk to me, what’s going through you little jungkook mind.”
jungkook smiled at him. “i’m just,” jungkook wrapped his arms around yoongi’s neck.
“i’m just sobering up,” jungkook lied, “don’t drink and distract yoongi, it’s very tiresome.”
“we can stop if you want.”
jungkook shook his head, leaning forward to press his lips against yoongi’s. “just kiss me,” jungkook whispered. “like before.”
“we can stop if you want.”
jungkook shook his head, leaning forward to press his lips against yoongi’s. “just kiss me,” jungkook whispered. “like before.”
87. yoongi kissed jungkook feverishly, tongues mixing in between messily. the kiss was messy, disoriented, and desperate. jungkook was letting faint moans press against yoongi’s lips as the youngest bounced up and down his length.
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yoongi was gripping jungkook’s hips hard, helping him left and fall back down. within a matter of minutes, jungkook was completely bottoming out, cheeks turning a pretty pink. yoongi was a bit obsessed with the vision in front of him.
jungkook looked so fucking beautiful, forgetting all the times before when yoongi thought the same. this view right here. jungkook’s lips raw and bitten, eyes dark and wide, cheeks flushed. this jungkook was fucking stunning and yoongi needed to fuck him harder.
yoongi pushes jungkook onto his back, the bed squeaking with the sudden weight. yoongi lifts one of jungkook’s legs to his shoulder, angling the man differently.
“you’re really pretty,” yoongi said, thrusting in and out of jungkook at a faster speed.
“you’re really pretty,” yoongi said, thrusting in and out of jungkook at a faster speed.
jungkook put his hands on yoongi’s shoulders, staring down at the man as yoongi fucked him deeper and harder. “shut,” jungkook tried out but his sentence was drowned out but his moans. the sound of skin hitting skin bouncing around the hotel room.
yoongi could feel his entire body start to ache but he kept going, leaning his head to suck marks into jungkook’s inner thigh. “fuck, guk, every inch of you is addicting.” yoongi said, eyes looking over at jungkook as he bite down on the skin.
he wanted to make sure that the man was seeing and hearing him. yoongi wasn’t sure when he’ll get the courage to say all of this again. so as he licked and sucked marks into jungkook’s thighs, fucking in then out of him, he let jungkook process his words before continuing.
“i don’t have a ‘hyung’ kink, baby,” yoongi whispered, his fingers digging into jungkook’s hips, leaning their faces close. jungkook’s eyes were watering, mouth opened as he used his hand to cover himself. “it’s all you, guk. whatever you call me, that’ll be my kink.”
“as long as it’s you,” yoongi whispered before sliding himself completely out before thrusting harder into jungkook. jungkook was hiccuping as he moaned, nails scratching down yoongi’s back. yoongi leaned his forehead against jungkook’s, both men panting as yoongi continued.
jungkook leaned his head to the side, lips pressing against yoongi’s ear. the two men shook in each other’s warmth before cumming. the room was filled with loud panting. despite all that, jungkook took a deep breath before whispering into yoongi’s ear.
“mine.”
“mine.”
109. jungkook was scrolling on his phone when his doorbell rang. the sound making his heart jump down to his stomach. his hands started to get clammy, the idea of seeing yoongi for the first time since confessing finally settling in.
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jungkook swallowed, slowly getting up from his couch, walking to the door. his heart was pounding fast in his chest, could hear it in his ears. he opened the door, smile spreading across his face as he was met with a bouquet of flowers.
“here,” yoongi said. “i would’ve gotten you a diamond necklace but you’re just a maybe boyfriend.”
jungkook bit down on his lips, trying hard not to smile bigger than he already was. he took the flowers, looking down at them.
jungkook bit down on his lips, trying hard not to smile bigger than he already was. he took the flowers, looking down at them.
“there was some lady selling them at the corner,” yoongi said, jungkook looking up at him. he could see a light tint of pink to his cheeks. “she said my partner would really appreciate them so i bought them, gave me a discount because she said i was very handsome.”
jungkook laughed, humming as he looked back down at them. “she’s right,” he said.
“that i’m handsome?”
“nope, that i’d appreciate them.”
yoongi rolled his eyes, walking into the apartment with a scoff. “jerk,” yoongi said as he shrugged off his jacket.
“that i’m handsome?”
“nope, that i’d appreciate them.”
yoongi rolled his eyes, walking into the apartment with a scoff. “jerk,” yoongi said as he shrugged off his jacket.
jungkook giggled as he closed the door, holding onto the flowers tightly. no one had ever bought him flowers before. he watched as yoongi put his jacket on the rack, his eyes looking over at jungkook.
“do you really like them?”
“course, they’re beautiful.”
“do you really like them?”
“course, they’re beautiful.”
“i didn’t know what your favorite flower was,” yoongi said, scratching the back of his neck shyly. “or if you’re allergic, you’re not, right?”
jungkook shook his head, sniffing the flowers. he hummed. “thank you.”
jungkook shook his head, sniffing the flowers. he hummed. “thank you.”
“you’re welcome,” yoongi smiled softly, clearing his throat as he looked around the apartment. “did you really clean?”
jungkook couldn’t help but laugh at yoongi’s attempt at small talk. usually they’d be half way into the bedroom, clothes scattered around the apartment.
jungkook couldn’t help but laugh at yoongi’s attempt at small talk. usually they’d be half way into the bedroom, clothes scattered around the apartment.
jungkook liked this, liked not having yoongi’s tongue shoved into his mouth five seconds after letting the eldest in. he liked yoongi bringing him flowers. he liked seeing yoongi blushing as he avoided jungkook’s gaze. he likes yoongi a lot.
“i should probably put them in water,” jungkook said, “do you want anything?”
“no, i’m fine,” yoongi said. “thank you.”
jungkook hummed, walking into his kitchen and grabbing a makeshift vase. he’d have to go out and buy a real one later.
“no, i’m fine,” yoongi said. “thank you.”
jungkook hummed, walking into his kitchen and grabbing a makeshift vase. he’d have to go out and buy a real one later.
“you look good,” yoongi said, jungkook looking up at him. feeling his heart beating in his chest as their eyes met.
jungkook smiled slightly. “it hasn’t been that long since we last saw each other, you know.”
yoongi moved closer, jungkook’s heart picking up, hands sweating.
jungkook smiled slightly. “it hasn’t been that long since we last saw each other, you know.”
yoongi moved closer, jungkook’s heart picking up, hands sweating.
“i know but still,” yoongi said, close enough to touch jungkook’s cheek. “it feels like you change every time i see you.”
jungkook scoffed. “how so?”
“i don’t know. hotter? manlier? cuter? handsomer?”
jungkook giggled. “handsomer?”
“i missed that.”
jungkook scoffed. “how so?”
“i don’t know. hotter? manlier? cuter? handsomer?”
jungkook giggled. “handsomer?”
“i missed that.”
jungkook looked at him. “missed what?”
“your giggles,” yoongi said. “i only heard them a couple of times over the years.”
jungkook smiled at him, stepping closer to yoongi. yoongi smiled back at him, both men leaning into each other until their lips touched.
“your giggles,” yoongi said. “i only heard them a couple of times over the years.”
jungkook smiled at him, stepping closer to yoongi. yoongi smiled back at him, both men leaning into each other until their lips touched.
jungkook has kissed yoongi multiple times but nothing could prepare him for this. there weren’t fireworks, no leg lifting, no spark but there was something. something indescribable that made jungkook smile instantly, made him feel so light weight, and so happy.
and the more yoongi kissed him, the more surreal the moment felt. jungkook wanted to pinch himself, wake himself up from the dream. this wasn’t real, yoongi wasn’t here, yoongi wasn’t his, yoongi wasn’t kissing him like this. jungkook sighed as they pulled apart.
“ask me,” jungkook whispered, stepping closer to yoongi. yoongi furrowed his eyebrows at him. “ask me again.”
yoongi laughed, pulling jungkook closer to him until their bodies touched. “jeon jungkook, will you be mine?”
jungkook nodded, staring at yoongi’s eyes. “yes.”
yoongi laughed, pulling jungkook closer to him until their bodies touched. “jeon jungkook, will you be mine?”
jungkook nodded, staring at yoongi’s eyes. “yes.”
110. “uno!” jungkook shouted, yoongi groaning as he the younger one beat him once again.
“i think you’re cheating,” yoongi said. “you can’t see my cards, can you?”
jungkook laughed. “don’t be a sore loser.”
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“i think you’re cheating,” yoongi said. “you can’t see my cards, can you?”
jungkook laughed. “don’t be a sore loser.”
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yoongi scoffed as he looked down at his cards. the color was green, all of yoongi’s cards were red. there was no way he was going to win. he reached over, another red card.
“how about a deal?” yoongi offered.
jungkook grinned at him. “it’s just three shots, hyung.”
“how about a deal?” yoongi offered.
jungkook grinned at him. “it’s just three shots, hyung.”
“you try downing three more shots with my stomach, i drink any more, i might throw up and that’s not sexy.”
jungkook giggled, cheeks red as he nodded. “okay, what are you offering?”
yoongi sighed, shit, what was he offering? “if i draw a green card, i’ll blow you.”
jungkook giggled, cheeks red as he nodded. “okay, what are you offering?”
yoongi sighed, shit, what was he offering? “if i draw a green card, i’ll blow you.”
“i thought your offer was supposed to be something good,” jungkook pouted. “full offense but your blowjobs are kind of bad.”
yoongi scoffed. “asshole.”
“now that’s an idea,” jungkook grinned, yoongi tensing as he saw a smirk growing on his lips. “what if you don’t?”
yoongi scoffed. “asshole.”
“now that’s an idea,” jungkook grinned, yoongi tensing as he saw a smirk growing on his lips. “what if you don’t?”
yoongi’s throat went dry, forgetting what he was even offering. “uh,” he said.
“if you don’t draw a green card,” jungkook said. “i want to live tweet us fucking on your account.”
“fuck no.”
jungkook pouted. “come on, it’ll be fun.”
“if you don’t draw a green card,” jungkook said. “i want to live tweet us fucking on your account.”
“fuck no.”
jungkook pouted. “come on, it’ll be fun.”
yoongi shook his head. “how about this? if i draw a green card, you take the shots and blow me.” jungkook rolled his eyes but his smirk remained. “if i don’t draw a green card, you can tweet from my account only one time.”
“just once?” jungkook whined.
“just once?” jungkook whined.
“i’m not trying to get fired here, baby,” yoongi chuckled. but jungkook was still pouting and looking at yoongi with the sweetest eyes—fuck, how was he so whipped for this man already? “one tweet and one instagram post.”
that clearly got jungkook’s attention.
“deal!”
that clearly got jungkook’s attention.
“deal!”
yoongi sighed, biting down his lip as he reached over to grab the card from the pile. he could feel the intensity rise. he looked up at jungkook, who was just as at the edge of his seat as yoongi. his palms were starting to sweat.
he was just about to turn the card over when he phone started ringing. the two men jumped, startled by the sudden interruption.
“sorry,” yoongi mumbled, reaching over to grab his phone from his jacket pocket. he looked down at the ID, it was one of his managers.
“sorry,” yoongi mumbled, reaching over to grab his phone from his jacket pocket. he looked down at the ID, it was one of his managers.
“noona,” yoongi said.
“hey, yoongi, sorry to call you this late. i just wanted to let you know that the singer rejected the song again. hoseok said he wants to pull out of the deal and we wanted to know your take on it.”
“hey, yoongi, sorry to call you this late. i just wanted to let you know that the singer rejected the song again. hoseok said he wants to pull out of the deal and we wanted to know your take on it.”
yoongi sighed, closing his eyes as he got up to sit on the couch, rubbing his temple. “what was the problem this time?”
“i don’t know, just know that they rejected everything and refused to call us back.”
“seriously?”
“sadly.”
“i don’t know, just know that they rejected everything and refused to call us back.”
“seriously?”
“sadly.”
yoongi shook his head, opening his eyes to find jungkook staring at him curiously. “that’s fine, noona.” he said, watching as jungkook looked away from him. “just pull out of the collab, i’m done with them.”
“okay, i’ll see what we can do.”
“okay, i’ll see what we can do.”
yoongi sighed, ending the call, looking up at jungkook. “what is it?”
“blue,” jungkook said.
“did you switch the cards?”
jungkook smiled. “maybe.”
yoongi shook his head, holding his phone up. “come and get it.”
“blue,” jungkook said.
“did you switch the cards?”
jungkook smiled. “maybe.”
yoongi shook his head, holding his phone up. “come and get it.”
jungkook smiled, getting up from the ground, and walking over to yoongi. the man straddled yoongi’s waist, grin on his face as he pressed their crotches together. yoongi held onto jungkook’s waist, both of them humming in unison.
“you okay?” jungkook asked, resting his hands on yoongi’s shoulders, licking his lips as his eyes met yoongi’s.
“i’ll be fine,” yoongi whispered. “work stuff.”
jungkook hummed, lifting a hand to poke yoongi’s nose. “you can talk to me, you know. perk of being your boyfriend.”
“i’ll be fine,” yoongi whispered. “work stuff.”
jungkook hummed, lifting a hand to poke yoongi’s nose. “you can talk to me, you know. perk of being your boyfriend.”
“ah, that’s right,” yoongi smiled. “i get all the perks of being jungkook’s boyfriend. what does that entitle me to?”
“hmm,” jungkook hummed as he leaned into yoongi. “random kisses, nose bops, nudes, blowjobs, giggles, cuddles, handjobs, louder moaning, lingerie.”
“hmm,” jungkook hummed as he leaned into yoongi. “random kisses, nose bops, nudes, blowjobs, giggles, cuddles, handjobs, louder moaning, lingerie.”
yoongi chuckled, hands sliding down to jungkook’s ass, making him arch back into yoongi’s hands. “like the one you’re wearing right now?”
“yup,” jungkook whispered.
yoongi shook his head, closing off their distance with a kiss. jungkook kissed him back.
“yup,” jungkook whispered.
yoongi shook his head, closing off their distance with a kiss. jungkook kissed him back.
their kiss was slow, no pressure to be quick, not like before. the two of them knew they had all night together, no need to rush right through whatever will come next. but as jungkook pulled away, lips curling up into a smirk, yoongi knew what was coming.
“gimme,” jungkook said, giggling as he held out his hands.
yoongi sighed, putting his phone in jungkook’s palms. “you’re a cheater, you know. you did this with our ‘hyung’ bet too. you didn’t even won yet i’m writing you a song.”
yoongi sighed, putting his phone in jungkook’s palms. “you’re a cheater, you know. you did this with our ‘hyung’ bet too. you didn’t even won yet i’m writing you a song.”
jungkook just smiled. “put your password in first.”
“it’s,” yoongi bit his tongue, feeling his cheeks warming up as he remembered what he had as his password.
“it’s?”
“it’s ‘spring day,’” yoongi said.
“it’s,” yoongi bit his tongue, feeling his cheeks warming up as he remembered what he had as his password.
“it’s?”
“it’s ‘spring day,’” yoongi said.
jungkook looked at yoongi. “really? why?”
yoongi shrugged. “it’s a nice season.”
jungkook hummed, looking down at yoongi’s phone as he typed in the password. “it’s also the season we met.”
yoongi smiled at him, knowing that perfectly well.
yoongi shrugged. “it’s a nice season.”
jungkook hummed, looking down at yoongi’s phone as he typed in the password. “it’s also the season we met.”
yoongi smiled at him, knowing that perfectly well.
112. jungkook smiled as he finished posting, looking down at yoongi, who had been staring at him. “what is it?” jungkook asked.
yoongi shook his head. “i just think you’re stunning, that’s all.”
jungkook rolled his eyes, handing back the phone.
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yoongi shook his head. “i just think you’re stunning, that’s all.”
jungkook rolled his eyes, handing back the phone.
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“they’re not too bad,” jungkook smiled, wrapping his arms around yoongi’s neck, pulling their bodies closer.
“we’ll see,” yoongi smiled, closing their distance. jungkook smiled into the kiss, feeling his body melting into yoongi.
“we’ll see,” yoongi smiled, closing their distance. jungkook smiled into the kiss, feeling his body melting into yoongi.
so natural, so sweet, jungkook felt euphoric almost. just feeling yoongi kiss him, tongues tentatively brushing against each other. the sound of them kissing echoing into the house. jungkook was starting to get hard, hips rutting against yoongi.
“i should go,” yoongi whispered, pulling away from jungkook. “i have an early meeting tomorrow.”
jungkook blinked, looking down at yoongi. “oh, okay,” he said. “right, you should go.”
“unless.”
“unless?”
jungkook blinked, looking down at yoongi. “oh, okay,” he said. “right, you should go.”
“unless.”
“unless?”
yoongi’s lips turned up, one of his hands moving up and down jungkook’s back. “unless you want to come with me.”
jungkook furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head a bit. “what do you mean?”
“stay at my apartment.”
jungkook furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head a bit. “what do you mean?”
“stay at my apartment.”
jungkook felt his body stiffen, biting down on his bottom lip to stop himself from smiling. “i—“
“you did say to show you seoul,” yoongi said, his fingers lightly dragging up and down jungkook’s sides. “you’ll be traveling up there for seokjin’s party, wouldn’t you?”
“you did say to show you seoul,” yoongi said, his fingers lightly dragging up and down jungkook’s sides. “you’ll be traveling up there for seokjin’s party, wouldn’t you?”
“but namjoon and jimin—“
“they’re big boys,” yoongi chuckled, lifting up from the couch, pressing kisses to jungkook’s neck. “the party is in two days, gives us plenty of time, don’t you think?”
jungkook closed his eyes, feeling yoongi’s warm lips against his skin.
“they’re big boys,” yoongi chuckled, lifting up from the couch, pressing kisses to jungkook’s neck. “the party is in two days, gives us plenty of time, don’t you think?”
jungkook closed his eyes, feeling yoongi’s warm lips against his skin.
the warm lips made jungkook shudder, feeling as yoongi’s tongue slid over jungkook’s neck, teeth biting down before sucking marks.
“yoongi,” jungkook whispered, moaning softly as yoongi kept sucking and biting marks against his skin.
“what do you say?”
“yoongi,” jungkook whispered, moaning softly as yoongi kept sucking and biting marks against his skin.
“what do you say?”
jungkook scoffed, as if he could say not to such an offer. “okay,” jungkook whispered.
yoongi pulled away, looking up at jungkook with a grin. “yeah?”
jungkook felt a blush on his cheeks, seeing how darker yoongi’s eyes were. almost as if he was hungry for jungkook.
yoongi pulled away, looking up at jungkook with a grin. “yeah?”
jungkook felt a blush on his cheeks, seeing how darker yoongi’s eyes were. almost as if he was hungry for jungkook.
the younger had to look away from yoongi’s cat-like expression, feeling his entire body warming at the intensity.
“i want a good tour,” jungkook said. “with lots of food and shopping destinations. saerom would be mad if i don’t bring her back something.”
“i want a good tour,” jungkook said. “with lots of food and shopping destinations. saerom would be mad if i don’t bring her back something.”
yoongi nodded. “deal.”
“we make lots of deals, you know,” jungkook said, playing with the zipper of yoongi’s jacket.
“is that bad? we come to agreements,” yoongi pressed a kiss to jungkook’s lips. “i think that’s quite sweet, means we have good communication skills.”
“we make lots of deals, you know,” jungkook said, playing with the zipper of yoongi’s jacket.
“is that bad? we come to agreements,” yoongi pressed a kiss to jungkook’s lips. “i think that’s quite sweet, means we have good communication skills.”
jungkook looked up at him. “really?”
“yes,” yoongi grinned. “i told you, guk. it’s always been easy with you, has been from the start.”
jungkook tilted his head, laying his head into yoongi’s shoulder. “shut up.”
“yes,” yoongi grinned. “i told you, guk. it’s always been easy with you, has been from the start.”
jungkook tilted his head, laying his head into yoongi’s shoulder. “shut up.”
“are you blushing?”
“i don’t like you.”
“i think you do.”
“fuck you.”
yoongi snorted, pressing kisses to jungkook’s head. “there, there. it’s okay, the big infamous jungkook fell for me. don’t be embarrassed.”
“i don’t like you.”
“i think you do.”
“fuck you.”
yoongi snorted, pressing kisses to jungkook’s head. “there, there. it’s okay, the big infamous jungkook fell for me. don’t be embarrassed.”
jungkook lifted his head, frowning at yoongi. “you’re one to talk! weren’t you the one who kept saying you only liked my body!”
“did not,” yoongi scoffed, looking away.
“you did! i remember! you were with namjoon and seokjin hyung when—“
“did not,” yoongi scoffed, looking away.
“you did! i remember! you were with namjoon and seokjin hyung when—“
yoongi interrupted jungkook with a kiss, making jungkook laugh as he kissed him back.
“jealous much?”
“shut up.”
“don’t worry, yoongi, it’s nothing to be embarrassed over!”
“fuck off.”
“jealous much?”
“shut up.”
“don’t worry, yoongi, it’s nothing to be embarrassed over!”
“fuck off.”
117. jungkook was lost, definitely lost. it was starting to get dark and cold. he bit down on his lip, eyes looking everywhere. maybe he should keep walking? why did his phone have to die right now?
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he sighed, walking along the street, shivering as he did. jungkook spotted a small coffee shop at the corner, quickly running to it. he let out a sigh as the warmth of the shop wrapped itself around him.
“jungkook?”
“jungkook?”
jungkook turned to find seokjin sitting at one of the tables. jungkook chuckled, feeling his eyes water at the friendly face.
“hyung,” jungkook said, glancing at the people sitting with seokjin.
seokjin got up from his seat. “come take a seat, you look cold.”
“hyung,” jungkook said, glancing at the people sitting with seokjin.
seokjin got up from his seat. “come take a seat, you look cold.”
119. yoongi waited outside, sighing as he waited for seokjin and jungkook to come. he paced back and forth, hands in pockets as he waited. the streets were dark now, just lightly lit by the streetlights.
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“hyung,” yoongi turned instantly at the sound of jungkook’s voice. he watched as jungkook smiled at him with the biggest smile yoongi has ever seen. his heart fluttered for a second, seeing as seokjin grinned at them.
“what are you doing outside?” jungkook laughed, yoongi noticing that he was wearing a jacket. “were you waiting for me?”
“of course not,” yoongi turned his gaze away from jungkook to look at seokjin. “thanks for walking him, hyung.”
“of course not,” yoongi turned his gaze away from jungkook to look at seokjin. “thanks for walking him, hyung.”
seokjin hummed, “yoongi, do you mind if we talk for a bit?”
jungkook looked at seokjin then yoongi. “do you need me to go?”
“i don’t mind,” seokjin said.
“go upstairs,” yoongi said, “you’ve already been outside long enough.”
jungkook looked at seokjin then yoongi. “do you need me to go?”
“i don’t mind,” seokjin said.
“go upstairs,” yoongi said, “you’ve already been outside long enough.”
jungkook scoffed, pouting as he looked at yoongi. “why treat me like a little kid?”
“go,” yoongi said, smiling softly as he patted jungkook’s butt lightly. “i’ll be right up.”
jungkook thanked seokjin for the jacket before walking up to the apartment.
“go,” yoongi said, smiling softly as he patted jungkook’s butt lightly. “i’ll be right up.”
jungkook thanked seokjin for the jacket before walking up to the apartment.
“what is it? i’m tired, hyung.”
seokjin sighed. “namjoon is coming to my party.”
“i know,” yoongi said. “jungkook mentioned it.”
“so you two are?”
“what do you want, hyung?” yoongi said, frowning at seokjin.
seokjin sighed. “namjoon is coming to my party.”
“i know,” yoongi said. “jungkook mentioned it.”
“so you two are?”
“what do you want, hyung?” yoongi said, frowning at seokjin.
seokjin sighed. “you know how i feel about jungkook, yoongi. i just want transparency from you.”
“we’re dating,” yoongi said.
seokjin lowered his gaze, chuckling as he nodded. “i suppose that explains the marks on his neck.”
“we’re dating,” yoongi said.
seokjin lowered his gaze, chuckling as he nodded. “i suppose that explains the marks on his neck.”
“anything else?”
“nope,” seokjin grinned. “see you soon.”
yoongi sighed as he rolled his eyes, turning towards his apartment. he walked inside, coming to a stop when he found jungkook in the lobby.
“didn’t i send you away?”
“nope,” seokjin grinned. “see you soon.”
yoongi sighed as he rolled his eyes, turning towards his apartment. he walked inside, coming to a stop when he found jungkook in the lobby.
“didn’t i send you away?”
jungkook pouted. “how can i leave like that? are you two okay?”
yoongi chuckled, reaching over to squeeze jungkook’s cheek. “why wouldn’t we be okay? you think we’re fighting over you?”
“well when you say it like that...”
yoongi chuckled, reaching over to squeeze jungkook’s cheek. “why wouldn’t we be okay? you think we’re fighting over you?”
“well when you say it like that...”
yoongi smiled. “it’s fine, baby. come on, let’s get you some warm clothes.”
“but what did you talk about?”
“stuff.”
“what kind of stuff?”
“life stuff.”
“yoongi!”
“but what did you talk about?”
“stuff.”
“what kind of stuff?”
“life stuff.”
“yoongi!”
120. jungkook is mad at him in the morning, yoongi could tell by the distance between them as he woke up. something yoongi learned quickly about jungkook was that loved cuddling. so the distance was definitely a sign.
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another sign was the fact that jungkook said ‘i’m mad at you’ to yoongi.
“jungkook,” yoongi said, smiling at him softly. “why are you so pouty?”
jungkook rolled his eyes, arms crossed as he frowned. “am not!”
“jungkook,” yoongi said, smiling at him softly. “why are you so pouty?”
jungkook rolled his eyes, arms crossed as he frowned. “am not!”
yoongi moved closer, despite jungkook glaring at him to stay put. yoongi leaned close to the youngest until jungkook was pressed against the wall, yoongi leaning one hand against the wall, eyes slowly moving up and down the man’s body.
“what’s wrong?”
“what’s wrong?”
jungkook looked at yoongi. “do you regret getting together?”
“what?” yoongi frowned. “of course not.”
“it’s just,” jungkook looked away from him, biting his lip as he sighed. “seokjin hyung mentioned something that got me thinking.”
“what?” yoongi frowned. “of course not.”
“it’s just,” jungkook looked away from him, biting his lip as he sighed. “seokjin hyung mentioned something that got me thinking.”
yoongi frowned at the mention of the name. “don’t believe everything seokjin says, jungkook. he has ulterior motives.”
jungkook looked back at yoongi. “he said dating is hard for you. that the public will pick apart anyone you date so you have to keep it a secret.”
jungkook looked back at yoongi. “he said dating is hard for you. that the public will pick apart anyone you date so you have to keep it a secret.”
yoongi blinked, remembering the lecture that he gotten the first day after being scouted. no dating, break up with all current relationships, music must be number one. at first, he thought this was genius. having only jungkook as someone to fuck, let out all his frustrations.
without being tied down to one person, he could fuck someone else or casually date other people. it was never just jungkook. their relationship was what yoongi needed for the first half of his career but yoongi quickly got lonely.
found himself wishing one of those one night stands would stay, would look at yoongi with something more than just lust and need. jungkook is easy. not in the sexual or pick up sense. just in the sense that the younger is easy to be around.
there’s a lot of chemistry, a lot of history, a lot of common ground, and a lot of understanding. jungkook has always been the easiest to talk to and that’s why yoongi kept coming back to him. as much as it was familiarity, it also the sense of comfort in hard times.
“jungkook,” yoongi whispered, wanting to convey all of this to the younger but jungkook was looking at him with misty eyes. “fuck what he says, we’re going to be fine. you trust me, right?”
jungkook nodded. “yes.”
“then trust me when i say that it’ll be fine,” yoongi promised.
jungkook nodded. “yes.”
“then trust me when i say that it’ll be fine,” yoongi promised.
“that’s stupid,” jungkook smiled softly. “you can’t guarantee that.”
“shut up and let me be romantic, will you?”
jungkook moved close to yoongi, making yoongi’s heart jump at the close proximity.
“do you trust me?” jungkook asked.”
“shut up and let me be romantic, will you?”
jungkook moved close to yoongi, making yoongi’s heart jump at the close proximity.
“do you trust me?” jungkook asked.”
“of course.”
“then confide in me,” jungkook pouted, wrapping his arms around yoongi’s neck. yoongi automatically pulling him onto his lap, jungkook looking at him. “you can talk to me.”
“i know, i know,” yoongi sighed. “i’m sorry, i just—seokjin—yeah.”
“then confide in me,” jungkook pouted, wrapping his arms around yoongi’s neck. yoongi automatically pulling him onto his lap, jungkook looking at him. “you can talk to me.”
“i know, i know,” yoongi sighed. “i’m sorry, i just—seokjin—yeah.”
jungkook pressed his lips against yoongi’s, yoongi kissing him back. the two kissed slowly, yoongi’s hands moving up and down jungkook’s body. they moved up his back to down low to grab his ass. jungkook smiled against his lips.
“jealousy is a good look on you,” jungkook teased.
“jealousy is a good look on you,” jungkook teased.
“shut up,” yoongi sighed. “it’s annoying. i just feel so protective and angry.”
jungkook giggled, humming as he looked at yoongi. “are you busy today?”
“nope, took the day off to spend it with you.”
“how sweet.”
yoongi rolled his eyes, pushing jungkook back against the bed.
jungkook giggled, humming as he looked at yoongi. “are you busy today?”
“nope, took the day off to spend it with you.”
“how sweet.”
yoongi rolled his eyes, pushing jungkook back against the bed.
“so? what do you want to do?” yoongi asked, pressing a kiss to jungkook’s jawline. “do you want me to show you around?” he kissed down jungkook’s neck, the sound of his kiss echoing. jungkook arched up at the touch of yoongi’s tongue sliding down his skin. “do you want stay in?”
yoongi pressed his palm against jungkook’s crotch, a gasp slipping out. “do you want to go somewhere in particular?”
“yes,” jungkook said, slipping his fingers into yoongi’s hair. “yes to all of them.”
yoongi grinned up at him. “eager baby.”
“yes,” jungkook said, slipping his fingers into yoongi’s hair. “yes to all of them.”
yoongi grinned up at him. “eager baby.”
123. jungkook glared at yoongi as he sipped his coffee, eyes looking out at the garden just outside the window. jungkook scoffed, the man completely oblivious to the eyes ogling him. the men and women staring at yoongi, giggling.
#yoonkookau | #nsfwau ♡
#yoonkookau | #nsfwau ♡
since when did he becomes so handsome? so pretty? jungkook sat back against his chair, taking a good look at yoongi. he was stunning, really. jungkook couldn’t help but smile, even at his annoyance with all this attention. part of him wanted to hide yoongi from everyone.
but the other part of him felt proud. yes, such a handsome man was his. yes, they’re together, get lost! jungkook let out a giggle at his own thoughts, yoongi’s cat-like eyes turning to look at him.
“what?” yoongi asked, tilting his head cutely.
“what?” yoongi asked, tilting his head cutely.
“nothing,” jungkook said, cheeks warming. “just,” he said. “you look good.”
yoongi snickered, raising his eyebrows slightly. “didn’t you mock me for saying that a couple days ago?”
jungkook shook his head. “did not.”
“you’re annoying.”
yoongi snickered, raising his eyebrows slightly. “didn’t you mock me for saying that a couple days ago?”
jungkook shook his head. “did not.”
“you’re annoying.”
“annoyingly cute?”
“far from it, baby,” yoongi rolled his eyes with a smile, sipping his coffee again. “are you ready to go home or do you want to go somewhere else on your list?”
jungkook looked down at his list, the last one was saerom’s recommendation, binnies.
“far from it, baby,” yoongi rolled his eyes with a smile, sipping his coffee again. “are you ready to go home or do you want to go somewhere else on your list?”
jungkook looked down at his list, the last one was saerom’s recommendation, binnies.
“there’s one left,” jungkook said, holding out his list. yoongi grabbed it, eyes widening as he looked down at it.
“you want to go there?”
“what is it?”
yoongi snickered, looking up at jungkook with a grin. “who told you to go there?”
“saerom.”
“you want to go there?”
“what is it?”
yoongi snickered, looking up at jungkook with a grin. “who told you to go there?”
“saerom.”
124. yoongi looked down at the list, eyes widening as he read what was written. ‘binnies.’
he couldn’t help but want to laugh. who recommended this to jungkook? was it jimin? was it someone from his nsfw account?
“saerom,” jungkook answered.
#yoonkookau | #nsfwau ♡
he couldn’t help but want to laugh. who recommended this to jungkook? was it jimin? was it someone from his nsfw account?
“saerom,” jungkook answered.
#yoonkookau | #nsfwau ♡
of course.
“it’s,” yoongi chuckled, eyes looking away from jungkook. “it’s an adult hotel.”
jungkook choked on his spit, eyes widening as he looked up at yoongi. “huh? that’s—that’s a thing?”
yoongi smiled at jungkook’s shocked expression. “it’s pretty popular.”
“it’s,” yoongi chuckled, eyes looking away from jungkook. “it’s an adult hotel.”
jungkook choked on his spit, eyes widening as he looked up at yoongi. “huh? that’s—that’s a thing?”
yoongi smiled at jungkook’s shocked expression. “it’s pretty popular.”
“oh,” jungkook looked down at the paper, biting his lip as he nodded. “we don’t have to go if—“
“are you getting shy on me, jeon?”
jungkook looked back up at him. “no,” he said.
“good,” yoongi smirked, feeling himself warm up at the idea. “do you want to go?”
“okay.”
“are you getting shy on me, jeon?”
jungkook looked back up at him. “no,” he said.
“good,” yoongi smirked, feeling himself warm up at the idea. “do you want to go?”
“okay.”
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