Thread by @yoongisqrd

🔞 // namkook had a petty fight before they went out that night.

notes:

⋆ cw // jealousy, nsfw
⋆ will be a happy ending
⋆ mandatory 'i do not condone this behavior'

NJ and JK had had a petty fight before leaving the house that night.

Nothing major. JK thinks NJ can sometimes be a little overbearing and NJ—funnily enough—thinks the same thing about JK.

So now they find themselves at a club with their friends, standing side-by-side but sipping their drinks facing opposite directions.

Looking at them, nobody would know they’d been together for five years.

Nobody would guess that JK had woken up spooned against NJ’s chest that morning, NJ’s hand already taking care of JK’s morning wood for him before he’d even fully opened his eyes.

They’d skipped breakfast.

But now here they were, ten hours later, arms crossed and appearances surly. NJ chomped on ice; JK nibbled on everybody’s stolen drink garnishes.

“Are you two fighting?” JM asked, looking shrewdly between them.

“No,” they both answered defensively, arms tightening.

“They’re the worst when they fight,” YG observed generally. “Refusing to admit the honeymoon can’t last forever.”

“We never fight,” JM informed the dour pair, leaning his head on YG’s shoulder.

“Not once,” YG agreed, putting a hand around JM’s waist.

JM quipped everybody couldn’t be as happy as them. Then he dragged a moaning and groaning YG onto the dancefloor by his wrists.

JK watched them disappear into the crowd with a disgruntled expression. He wanted to dance, too.

It was while looking like that that another man approached him.

“Your glass is empty,” the man said, smiling at him.

JK looked down. It was.

“Could I get you another?” he asked pleasantly.

In a moment of bewilderment, JK turned at once to face NJ. But NJ was pointedly not looking at them. Could definitely hear them, based on how his jaw clenched as he took another sip of his whiskey, but refused to look.

He was being petty. JK had chafed against his overbearingness earlier in the day and now NJ was being petty and leaving him high and dry out of spite.

Well, JK thought, his boyfriend knew JK liked winning games. Bit of a competitive streak.

“Sure,” JK said, managing a smile back.

The man grinned and disappeared for a minute.

“Nothing wrong with a free drink,” JK mumbled aloud to absolutely nobody.

“Mm-hmm,” NJ agreed with—again—nobody.

The man returned with JK’s drink. NJ watched carefully as the stranger handed JK the glass, where their fingers touched.

JK took the drink and nestled it against his chest. He brought up his free hand and stuffed it under his armpit. NJ sipped his whiskey.

“Do you come here often?” the man asked.

Feeling the full gaze of NJ burning into the side of his face, JK answered in a smaller voice than he would have liked, “Sometimes.”

The man nodded, his smile suddenly tight. He bobbed his head to the beat of the music for a couple moments before leaning against JK’s ear and whispering, “That guy keeps watching you.”

JK’s head snapped toward NJ.

NJ, who was standing there openly and watching them—one elbow on the bar, eyes half-lidded, rolling the tip of his tongue around btwn his teeth. He swirled his final sip of whiskey before downing it.

JK swallowed.

“Should we move?” the man suggested. “I can get us a booth.”

It was weird. JK couldn’t remember the last time somebody who wasn’t NJ had leaned over him like this, had been so close to his neck that he could smell their cologne. He didn’t like the scent. His nose wrinkled.

NJ caught him. He smirked. Smug and self-satisfied.

JK supposed a big reason as to why this all felt so foreign was because, usually, NJ never let him out of his sight when they went out. Never let him out of his grip. (That JK did the exact same with NJ was /not/ important right now.)

There were so many fish in the ocean. What if he was missing out?

Okay, well, he knew he wasn’t. But what /if/, hmm?

JK thought it would be really healthy, actually, for their relationship, if one of them at least learned to cope with some jealousy. Taking a good look at the man in front of him for the first time, JK realized he was nearly unspeakably gorgeous. Tall, dark, very handsome.

“What’s your name?” JK asked, dazed, blinking.

“Taehyung,” the man smiled widely. He offered his hand for JK to shake and JK thought it was such an endearing gesture in the middle of a club.

“Would—would you like to dance, TH?” he asked.

TH beamed, smile sparkling. “Let’s.”

TH is the one who leads the way to the dancefloor, firmly taking JK’s hand in his. JK bites his bottom lip, feels NJ’s eyes on him all the way down his spine.

It seems easier thought than done: put on a show to make him jealous. But this was psychotic! What was he doing?

TH seemed perfectly lovely, and JK felt awful about how long he’d dragged it on already (he would definitely at least buy TH a drink back to even things out). This was not good behavior, even if he was pissy with NJ.

Suddenly there was a warm hand on his waist and a chest pressed against his own and all the panic buttons in JK’s head went off at once.

Where was his overbearing boyfriend?! Shit! Where /was/ he!

JK jerked his head around to where NJ had been standing all night, by the bar, and where he still was standing—but now he wasn’t alone. And his attention was not on JK. It was on a man JK didn’t know.

A man who rivaled TH in good looks. (Not NJ, though. Never him.)

“Oh, good,” TH said near his ear, catching his line of sight, “Your stalker found somebody.”

JK nodded.

The man beside NJ was leaning on the bar with both elbows. JK watched as he said something to NJ, and NJ—he…he broke into a silly smile. After a night of impenetrable stoicism, he’d finally cracked a reluctant grin.

“Wow, there really is somebody for everybody, huh,” TH commented. His grip around JK’s waist tightened. Pressed their hips together.

Suddenly, the two by the bar both threw a glance in JK and TH’s direction. JK faced TH again, face heating up. Awkwardly, he put his hands on TH’s shoulders.

TH smiled almost wickedly.

“You’re all red,” he said over the loud music.

JK shook his head vigorously. No he wasn’t. (He knew he was.)

“You’re so nervous,” TH noted. “Are you okay?”

JK nodded his head vehemently. He looked at their toes.

“Creepy guy is still looking at us,” TH told his bowed head. “He /really/ will not stop looking at you, god.”

“He’s, uh—shit,” JK mumbled. Oh god—he couldn’t bear it; he fessed up: “He’s my boyfriend.”

“What?”

“Hesmyboyfriend,” he garbled out, looking everywhere but at TH’s stunned face.

To his surprise, TH’s wicked grin only widened.

“Mine’s next to yours,” TH revealed.

JK blinked. “…What?”

TH leaned his entire frame against JK’s and giggled as he warmly breathed into his ear, “My boyfriend is the one your boyfriend is talking to. The one looking like he’s barely restraining himself from storming the floor.”

JK shot a quick glance that way.

He was met with two sets of piercing eyes. NJ’s attention was certainly back on him again, and the handsome man next to him had eyes for nobody but TH—and everywhere he was glued to JK. Their gazes were equally dark.

“Th—that’s both of them,” JK quickly told TH, turning to face the other way, taking a deep breath. “Looking like that.”

TH laughed under his breath. “Typical.”

“If that’s your boyfriend, why did you—”

“Why did you?” TH asked back just as quickly.

“To make him jealous!” JK confessed, knitting his brows. TH was still holding on to him as they mechanically danced, neither really committed beyond appearances.

“Why?”

“We got in a dumb fight. I’m sorry.”

“To me? For what?” TH smiled, puzzled.

“I’ll pay you back for the drink.”

“The drink’s yours. I offered.”

“I shouldn’t have said yes,” JK stated miserably.

“I wanted you to,” TH shrugged.

“Why?” JK asked in turn.

TH looked a touch bashful. “It’s a game we play.”

“So you weren’t hitting on me?” JK asked (90% relieved, 10% offended).

TH mouthed an unapologetic ‘sorry.’

JK couldn’t believe him. What a night.

“But /you/ wanted to make your boyfriend jealous?” TH redirected. “Dancing with me?”

JK couldn’t understand why TH seemed so amused by the situation. JK was sweating bullets. “Yes.”

“Then let’s make him jealous,” TH all but purred. He moved his hands from JK’s waist and folded them over the other against the small of his back, pressing their bodies closer together. JK thought he heard himself squeak.

“But I was just being stupid,” JK admitted, eyes wide. “I—I—,” but he didn’t know what to say. If he split apart from TH just yet, NJ would gloat for half a century. He knew he would.

So he just tightened his grip around TH’s neck to keep his legs from jellifying under the stressful situation he’d stupidly placed himself in. Oh god, oh god, oh god. How was TH so calm?

“Which of them do you think will crack first?” TH wondered aloud, leaning over again and brushing his lips against JK’s ear where the two other men could see.

JK didn’t know a single thing about TH’s boyfriend, but he knew everything about his. “Mine,” he professed weakly.

“Do you want him to?” TH asked.

JK feebly nodded his head.

He arched a brow.

JK widened his eyes.

TH asked him something.

JK further widened his eyes. “O—okay.”

TH laughed. “Hold tight.”

JK took a deep breath.

TH slid his hands from the small of JK’s back down to rest both palms over his ass. Without any hesitation, he squeezed.

“What the FUCK?!”

JK found himself immediately being yanked away from TH’s grip. When he whipped around, he came nose-to-nose with a very, very, /very/ furious Park JM.

JM pried the stranger’s hands off of his best friend’s ass and tugged JK close to his side. He looked him right in the eye.

“Who the fuck is that?!” JM half-shouted. “/Where/ the fuck is NJ?!”

“Right here.”

JK didn’t have to look up at NJ to know he was angry as shit. It was radiating off of him in waves.

NJ put a hand on JK’s back and JK slipped out of JM’s hold and wrapped himself around NJ. He smelled so good, familiar. NJ put his arms around JK, tucking him under his chin.

It was a little funny, standing like they’d just been reunited after an endless war in the middle of dozens of couples bumping and grinding against each other on a dancefloor.

“Why the fuck are you two standing like that?” they heard YG ask loudly, appearing out of the crowd suddenly, holding drinks.

“/This/ guy,” JM seethed, “Put his hands on JK!” He pointed towards TH.

“JM, hold these,” YG said at once, not taking his narrowed eyes off of an innocent looking TH. He thrust the two fruity looking cocktails into JM’s hands.

“And who the fuck are you?” YG demanded, stepping up to TH, cuffing up his sleeves. TH’s eyes widened, spotting YG’s hands already curled into fists.

JK unburied himself from NJ’s chest to pipe up and say something, but—

The handsome man from the bar slid in front of TH.

“I don’t think so,” he said smoothly to YG, hands in his pockets. TH wrapped his arms around the man’s middle and rested his chin on his broad shoulders, grinning as he looked back at YG from safely behind him.

YG scowled. “Move.”

“Not a chance,” the man said pleasantly, tilting his head toward TH. “He’s my boyfriend.”

YG scoffed. “That’s great. And did they sell the leash separately?”

“Oooooh!” TH gasped, thriving in the chaos. “/Oof./”

“Your boyfriend should keep his hands to himself,” NJ finally said, glaring TH down.

“That’s what yours was doing?” the man inquired back, meeting NJ’s simmer with a boil.

“/He/ was decidedly /not/ grabbing a stranger’s ass,” JM defended, huffing.

“Seokjin-hyung, he asked me to dance first,” TH ratted out, pointing to JK.

JK was indignant. “NJ, YG, JM-hyung, he bought me a drink first!”

“And why’d you take the drink?” TH demanded.

“You said I should!” JK protested.

“You—you said I could touch your ass!” TH indicted. “I asked first!”

“Be—because /you/ said—”

“He was trying to make his boyfriend jealous,” TH sniffed, exposing JK without a single remorse in the world.

“Jeon JK!” JM rounded on JK, enraged, (he would have put his hands on his hips for the full effect were he not holding two dainty martini glasses).

“I /knew/ they were fighting,” YG exclaimed to JM, smug. “I told you so—!”

“We’re not fighting!” NJ reiterated, annoyed, tightening his own hold around JK.

“We never fight!” JK pouted, glowering. He curled further into NJ’s arms. Why had they been fighting again?

“You’re all so immature,” the tall man—SJ, apparently—concluded.

The four of them dropped their own argument and turned their joint ire towards him again at once.

“You know /what/—,” YG growled.

“And why was /your/ boyfriend buying strangers drinks?!” JM had the fortitude to ask. “Hmm?”

“Oh,” SJ replied simply, “To turn me on. It’s a game we play.”

“And did it work, hyung?” TH asked sweetly.

“One-hundred-percent,” SJ nodded. “Honestly, I thought you guys were doing the same thing,” he shrugged, gesturing between NJ and JK.

“Me too,” TH agreed.

“You two are psychopaths,” JM alleged, horrified.

TH stuck his tongue out at him. JM stuck his right back.

“Well,” NJ responded, voice deep and displeased (sending cataclysmic shivers down JK’s spine), “We weren’t.”

Jungkook held on to his solid frame tighter.

“Message received,” SJ nodded, unperturbed. “And, uh, if you could all just excuse us,” he said, inching away from them, TH following his footing, “We’ll be heading out now, thanks.”

And then they vanished into the crowd—gone just as mysteriously and abruptly as they'd arrived.

The four were silent.

“Now… what the fuck was that…” JM wondered.

“Give me my drink,” YG just sighed.

“I need something stronger than this now,” JM said, pursing his lips as he looked down at the bright pink liquor in his cup.

“Shots?” YG asked around.

“I think we’ll get going, actually,” NJ decided for them. JK was not opposed to the idea. He sunk his fingertips into the front of NJ’s chest. NJ subtly crept a hand up JK’s shirt and dug his nails into the flesh of JK’s hip.

“You guys suck,” JM settled.

YG simply nodded his head in agreement. He grabbed JM by his wrist, bid them a quick farewell, and then they disappeared off in the direction of the bar.

NJ and JK just stood there on the dancefloor, silent and still, for a few moments. JK wanted to say something, but he couldn’t think of /what/. His mouth felt dry.

It was NJ who ultimately spoke first.

“Maybe I /should/ be less overbearing, hm? Never seen you look so helpless in your life, waiting for me to come and save you.”

“I wasn’t,” JK lied miserably.

NJ lifted a hand pet his hair. “You were, baby.”

“I’ll sleep on the couch tonight. Let’s go.” NJ dropped his arms from around him, but held JK’s hand in his as they walked out of the club and into the brisk night.

Neither of them spoke on the car ride home.

NJ was /mad/.

When NJ was mad, he sat perfectly still. Next to him, meanwhile, JK bounced his leg uncontrollably, picked at his nails, and chewed apart the insides of his cheeks.

They got home. NJ threw on his pajamas, brushed his teeth, took a pillow off their bed, and then disappeared into the living room.

JK laid awake, eyes wide open, for exactly one hour. Then, he crawled out of bed and tiptoed into the living room. It was too quiet in there, which meant NJ was also wide awake.

“Hyung?” he said quietly, standing at the foot of the sofa.

First, NJ didn’t move. Then, after a few moments (in which JK felt his heart in his throat), NJ lifted his hips and shifted over, making room for JK on the wide couch beside him. JK jumped in next to him, not wasting a second, and wrapped his arms and legs around NJ like a koala.

“I’m an idiot,” he whispered. “Really, really stupid.”

“You’re not. I’m worse,” NJ mumbled, eyes closed. He lifted his arm and JK rested his head on his bicep, cuddling closer.

“You’re not,” JK argued.

“I am.”

“Not.”

“Am.”

“Not.”

“/Am./”

“///Not.///”

NJ smiled. JK risked leaning up and kissing the hint of his dimple on his cheeks.

“Hated dancing with somebody else,” JK told him.

“It’s okay,” NJ said.

JK blinked. Hmm? What?

“Hated them… touching me,” JK added on pointedly.

“It happens,” NJ said.

JK’s mouth fell open. What the fuck was this shit?!

“Are you—are you okay, hyung?” JK asked, lifting his head up and taking a good look at NJ.

“I’m fine,” NJ answered tightly.

“You sure?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Okay. No thoughts about somebody else grabbing my ass, then, tonight?” JK double-checked.

NJ firmly shook his head. “Was great. Enjoyed it.”

JK narrowed his eyes. He slipped a hand up NJ’s shirt and tweaked his nipple. “Hyung!”

“Ow! What the—,” NJ yelped, tugging JK’s hand off of his chest. “I’m—I’m trying not to be jealous!”

“What the hell—why?!”

“You said!”

“When?!”

“Earlier!”

“I would /never/ say that!” JK exclaimed, outraged at the very idea.

“You said I was—”

“And you /are/—”

“Well, so are you—”

“Yes, and—?”

NJ was at a loss.

“Hyung,” JK whined, slapping his chest now, “You’re /sexy/ when you’re jealous!”

NJ took a very, very deep breath.

“Oh. Well,” he began slowly, peeling JK’s arms and legs off of himself, rolling over until he’d tucked JK fully underneath his hulkier frame, “In that case…” He ran a hand down JK’s backside until letting his palm grip over his ass.

JK trembled, lost all of his nerve.

He murmured into JK’s ear, “Then I’m about to be really, /really/ sexy, baby.”

And he squeezed—harshly.

🚩 to be continued... (will delete this tweet)