Thread by @agustjrg

#yoonkookau 🔞 tangled up in plaid

yoongi and his grunge band d-day are reaching new heights, touring sold out shows and achieving infamy. but jungkook and his punk band, dead than cool, are determined to rival their success, and their messy history is to blame.

• front man yg, drummer vocalist jk
• nsfw, smutty
• rivals who hook up
• casual use and mentions of drug use, cigarettes, and alcohol
• angst, drama, rock music
• lyrics may appear from other bands, please just roll with it

based on this prompt and subsequent polls

https://twitter.com/agustjrg/status/1641438646640443396?t=3I4eFXBSx90bRVJBt_UfKA&s=19

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the lights were blinding and hot. the roar of the crowd deafening. the stench of sweat, cheap alcohol, and cigarettes was thick in the air, underpinned by the cloying scent of mj.

yoongi hammered on his guitar, strumming open chords to drag out the final moments of the encore whilst his drummer, yijeong, aimlessly smashed against the symbols and let loose a thunderous and chaotic series of drum rolls.

"we were d-day!" yoongi yelled into the microphone, "and I hope you had a fantastic fucking night!"

the crowd grew even louder, their screams vibrating through the floor of the stage. a sea of thrashing bodies spread out wide before him, and he grinned as his heart raced.

namjoon handed off his bass guitar as he bowed to the audience with a flourish. and seokjin threw all of his remaining guitar picks into their waiting, outstretched hands as he blew them kisses.

the energy in the air was wild, and yoongi could hardly breathe as he gave one final wave before leaving the stage, pulling off his guitar and passing it to his guitar tech.

"excellent show, boys!" namjoon whooped as he bounced with every step, practically jumping all the way to their green room, "this might be our best one yet!"

"all of my sets are perfect, so you do you," seokjin grinned as they all piled into their designated space, "but I will admit, you all did exceptionally well tonight."

yoongi laughed as he pulled off his leather jacket and threw it onto a couch, sweat glistening along his arms, "yijeong! I was nervous when you said you wanted to switch to double-kick, but you kicked total ass tonight. consider me a convert."

"thanks boss!" yijeong pulled a few beers out of a tub of ice and handed one to him, "how many times do I have to tell you to just trust me, hmm? I know what I'm about."

"that you do," yoongi winked and cracked open his beer holding the bottle up to the room, "here's to a killer fucking show!"

"hear fuckin' hear!" seokjin yelled as they clinked their beers together, and yoongi knocked back half of the bottle before finding his bag and pulling out a packet of cigarettes.

I'm just stepping out for a smoke," he told them as he patted down his jeans to check that he still had his lighter on him, "I'll be back in a few minutes."

his band mates gave him the vaguest acknowledgement before they started to scream at each other in excitement, the adrenalin still burning in their blood.

yoongi had always loved the high of a show, but he hated the comedown. he always needed fresh air and a cigarette to make the descent a reasonably smooth one, lest he crash and burn into a place that he didn't want to be.

he stepped through a side door and out into a dark alley, the sounds of his excited fans heading home echoing from the other side of the building. the air was cool, chilling the sweat on his skin, and he breathed it all in before bringing a cigarette to his lips and lighting it.

"you were good tonight," came an all-to familiar voice, and yoongi drew a deep drag before bothering to look up at his greatest mistake.

"jungkook," he leaned against the brick wall behind him, "good to see that you're still coming to my shows."

he let his eyes linger as he took jungkook in. his big dark eyes, the messy hair, the piercings, the tattoos, the leather, the tight jeans, and the lit cigarette hanging between his lips. how was it that he somehow always got more attractive every time yoongi came back to town?

"I always come to your shows," jungkook stepped closer, "the same way that you always come to mine."

yoongi shrugged and took another drag. he /did/ always go to jungkook's shows when he had the chance, even if he always regretted it in the end.

"not the biggest fan of your drummer though," jungkook ashed his cigarette, "he never gets the early stuff right."

"so you've said before," yoongi straightened and shot him an unimpressed look, "too bad the drummer who wrote those songs went and quit on us."

jungkook looked away, the words falling heavy between them, and yoongi breathed out a quiet, humourless chuckle.

jeon jungkook, his biggest regret. a regret that came with an entire list of regrets wrapped inside of it like some kind of fucked up russian doll.

"you wrote them too… and perhaps d-day wasn't right for him," jungkook brought his cigarette to his lips, "it happens."

regret number one: letting jungkook walk away from the band.

yoongi shook his head and ran a hand through his shaggy hair, still knotty and wet from the stage, "so why are you here, hmm?"

jungkook blew out a plume of smoke and raised a pierced eyebrow, "I'm pretty sure that you know why I'm here."

"to scout out the competition?"

"I don't need to scout out your band to be better than you," jungkook rolled his eyes, "we're coming up way faster than you ever did."

regret number two: letting himself become a bad taste in jungkook's mouth.

"well, when you finally move on from playing bars, let me know," yoongi clicked his tongue, watching the way jungkook narrowed his eyes, "we're always looking for a somewhat decent opening act."

regret number three: playing along with this stupid fucking rivalry just to stop jungkook from forgetting that he exists.

jungkook scoffed and squared his shoulders, "fuck you."

"well…" yoongi straightened, "I'm assuming that's the reason, then?"

jungkook dropped the cigarette and crushed it under a heavy boot, smoke wafting from him on the exhale, "it is."

regret number four: fucking jungkook when he was still the drummer for his band.

yoongi let his eyes sweep over jungkook once again, his appreciative gaze forever snagging on the tiny waist that had been cinched in with a studded belt, and the thick, muscular thighs wrapped in too-tight denim.

he flicked his cigarette away and looked up into jungkook's eyes, finding burning anger and desire simmering within them, churning until they became one and the same, "good."

regret number five: still fucking jungkook whenever he could.

yg pulled jk forward by the front of his faded sex pistols shirt, their mouths crashing together in a moment of heat and wet groans as his back hit the wall with a thud.

and that was the thing about jungkook— every time the two of them fell into each other like this, it was like a match that would strike into a wildfire. and yoongi couldn't stop it, even if he tried.

jk's lips parted so easily for him, pliant and willing as yg licked into his mouth, drinking in the taste of him like it might the last time it ever happened. which it could be, he didn't exactly know. yg didn't hold any of the cards here.

"you always look so hot on stage," jk breathed out as he worked his hands underneath yg's damp tank top, cold fingers sliding across heated skin, "it's not fucking fair."

"and you look hot just by existing," yg bit down on jk's lip and groaned, "so fuck off."

jk grunted as he kissed along ygs jaw and down to his throat, licking and sucking at the sensitive skin as yg pulled him close, hands seeking as much of jk as he could possibly reach. he found jks hair, pulling it tight as jk slipped an arm around his waist and sunk in his nails.

it was ridiculous how hard yg was getting from something so simple, but he'd always been a weak man when it came to jk. and then jk had to go and make it worse by sliding his leg up to press his thigh against him, causing yg to moan and grind his hips forward.

"so are you gonna fuck me here in this alley?" jk spoke between hot, laving kisses.

"no, I'm a gentleman," yg pushed him back before grabbing his hand and dragging him through the side door, "but I /will/ fuck you in the bathroom."

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yg all but shoved jk into the tiny backstage bathroom, the light flickering overhead and the smell of bleach and artificial flowers in the air. if yg looked, he was sure there'd be questionable graffiti all over the walls, but he'd much prefer to just keep kissing jk senseless.

there was a lot to be said for his post-show comedown routine, but that always went out of the window once jk was around. that had, afterall, been what had gotten him into this mess in the first place.

their kisses were more aggressive than sensual, all teeth and tongues as yg locked the door and grabbed jk's belt, his fingers failing to work fast enough for his needs.

adrenalin was still coursing through his veins, his blood hot and his heart hammering like a snare roll between his ribs. jk always tasted like sin, and his body felt like forbidden fruit beneath his hands.

but yg had always been a sinner and he'd been living in hell for years.

jk pulled out a packet of lube from his back pocket and dropped it onto the sink, grunting as he tugged open yg's pants and freed his aching, leaking cock.

"god— you need to come back to town more often," jk whined as he wrapped a hand around yg with a firm stroke, drawing out a shuddered hiss from him.

yg leaned forward and captured jk's lips, dragging his tongue across the roof of his mouth before shifting to tug jk's pants down, "why? did you miss me?" 

jk scoffed and sent him a sharp look, "in your dreams, maybe."

yg rolled his eyes before grasping his hips and spinning him around to press him against the sink, shooting him a glare through the mirror as he tore the packet of lube open with his teeth, "so cruel."

"it's the only way to survive you," jk gripped the sink as he bent over, "and it's what we're good at."

"it's the only way to survive you," jk gripped the sink as he bent over, "and it's what we're good at."

yg wasn't so sure about that. many things had come naturally with jk, like laughter and music and sex. but cruelty had always been hard… at least, for /him/ anyway. jk seemed to have no problem with it, and yg couldn't exactly blame him for it either.

but he brushed the thoughts aside as he coated his fingers and pushed between jk's cheeks, mildly surprised to find himself immediately accommodated, "you came prepared."

"of course I did," jk croaked out as he pushed himself back against yg's hand, his eyes falling closed, "I only came here for this."

yg pressed his lips together as he ducked his head, concealing his face behind his hair as he concentrated on making sure jk was ready for him. he'd done this to himself, really. there was no one else to blame for his regrets.

but that didn't mean he couldn't torture jk, just a little bit. he plunged deep into him, crooking his fingers into a sensitive place that knew all to well, and jk slammed forward with a cry.

"watch that mouth of yours," yg muttered as he massaged the bundle of nerves, "it'll get you in trouble."

"yg—" jk gasped out, his body quivering as sweat formed at his temples, "hurry the fuck—"

"behave." yg crooked his fingers again, pushing firmer against it as he bent over a trembling jk, "don't make me ask twice."

jk nodded, eyes squeezed shut and jaw clenched, barely able to contain his whimpers.

"that's better," yg pulled his hand away and quickly began to apply lube to his cock, "good boy."

he lined himself up, unable to repress the shiver that ran through him as his head caught on jk's rim, and he clenched his teeth as he pushed in.

jk's hands slipped along the sink as he let out a broken whine, and a guttural groan ripped from yg's chest as he bottomed out. 

his head was spinning and his breath quickened, jk's walls so hot and tight that it had him seeing stars whilst he waited for the go-ahead.

he didn't have to wait for very long, because jk let out a garbled sound made up of formless words that yg had experienced time and time again.

yg pulled back and snapped his hips forward, driving deep into him with enough force that jk was barely able to catch himself.

and then they both let go.

the sounds of their collective moans bounced off of the tiled walls, and yg's hand found the back of jk's hair to tug his hair back and arch his spine.

his other hand gripped his hip so tight that it was bound to mark, and jk's legs began to shake as he pumped deep into him, their moist skin slapping together and rippling from the impact.

yg could feel it coming, not a release or any kind of comedown. but the reason that they both did this for. the reason they came back to each other again and again and again. not for the pleasure, or the attention, but for—

"yg," jk said softly, the gentleness at odds with the rough way he was being taken. yg's eyes shot up to meet jk's through the mirror, finding them warm and free of any of their usual, guarded ire.

and there it was.

yg pulled out and carefully turned him around, helping jk lean against the sink as he grabbed the back of jk's thighs and wrapped them around his waist, jk's jeans pulling tight between them.

jk's hands sank into yg's hair and pulled him in for a kiss far more tender than any of the others. his lips were soft, his tongue slow and searching, and yg met him in kind. he exhaled in relief as he felt something finally loosen in him, and all of the bullshit just fell away.

yg balanced jk against his hips as he slid back in, jk sinking deep and wrapping his legs tighter around him. yg's arm slipped around his waist, and the other held onto his leg as he rolled his hips, fucking deep into him as jk's breath stuttered against his mouth.

because this was how it used to be, all those years ago when everything still made sense. back before jk left. back before they found themselves like /this/. and in these moments, yg could never decide if it was all a lie, or the closest to the truth that they'd ever been.

and as yg rocked into him, drawing out moans and hitched sobs of pleasure, jk started to come undone. with every stroke he wound tighter, his mouth growing wetter, and soon jk was rucking up yg's shirt to paint the skin of his stomach in his spend.

his walls clenched so tight that yg was helpless but to follow him over the edge, his stomach coiling tight before snapping, and waves of pleasure sent his vision dark as he shook and spilled into him.

they both slumped against each other, chests heaving as they rode out the aftershocks. yg buried his head into the crook of jk's neck, goosebumps breaking out along his heated flesh from the tingling warmth of jk's fingers dragging across his scalp.

god, he had missed him. every song that he had written on that tour bus was stained with it, coloured with a longing that could never quite be quenched. not even now.

jk shifted to pull a bunch of paper towels from the holder next to the sink, and the two of them shuddered with a hiss as yg pulled out and detached himself from him, setting jk on the ground as he moved back.

"here," jk said quietly as he handed over the towels, "I figured you wouldn't want to leave here covered in cum."

"how thoughtful," yg chuckled as he wiped himself down, discarding them in a bin before taking the rest from him, "let me."

he carefully cleaned jk up as gently as he could— jk had always been so sensitive afterwards, and it was the least that he could do.

"yg…" jk whispered as yg finished up, voice timid and vulnerable, "kiss me."

yg paused and looked up at him, finding those big, sparkling eyes watching him with trepidation. yg threw away the towels and stepped closer, but jk stopped him with a raised hand.

"kiss me like you mean it."

yg's heart skipped a beat as he swallowed thickly. sometimes he would forget the fact that jk didn't exactly know that he had /always/ meant it. he had never told him, and probably never would.

he moved forward, cupping jk's jaw with both hands as he leaned in to capture his mouth with his own. he poured everything into it, gently licking at jk's lower lip, gaining entry to his mouth and sliding his tongue along his to guide it back between his own teeth.

jk melted against him, hands sliding over yg's shoulders to ghost along the back of his neck. time became irrelevant, the world ceasing to exist as he allowed himself to indulge in the softness of jk.

but the kiss eventually slowed, and yg rested his forehead against jk's, "I did miss you, you know. you were on my mind a lot."

"as I should be," jk huffed in amusement as he nosed at yg's cheek, "you play my music every night."

"/our/ music," yoongi corrected, "they're still my favourites, there's no way that I'm not playing them."

"I admit… they're some of my favourites too," jk sighed as he flicked a lock off yg's hair, "the songs I wrote for dead than cool notwithstanding, of course."

"/of course,/" yg teased, "they're not half bad… for /punk/, anyway."

"fuck off!" jk laughed, an /actual/ smile gracing his face, "you think you're so cool with your grunge—"

yg silenced him with another kiss, a gentle movement of lips that had jk leaning into it happily. yg always loved it when he was like this.

"yg…" jk murmured against him on a breath, "maybe… we—"

he was interrupted by loud banging on the door, and both of their heads whipped in its direction.

"yo, boss!" came yijeong's voice, and jk went rigid under yg's hands, "you in here?! we've been looking for you!"

"fuck off!" yoongi yelled back, frustration growing rapidly in his chest, "I'm busy!"

"get your hands off of the groupie and get out here!" yijeong laughed, "we're nearly packed up and we're waiting to go!"

jungkook scoffed, and yoongi turned back to see his face twisting into a scowl. his smile was nowhere to be seen, and all of that warmth was quickly disappearing.

"hang on," yoongi said quietly to jungkook before turning back to the door, "just go without me! I'll book a ride!"

"suit yourself!" yijeong called out, "wait— did you still want me to come over tonight? should I bring a change of clothes?"

"are you fucking kidding me?!" jungkook suddenly shoved yoongi in the chest before he could answer, rising to his full height as he fastened his jeans, "what the hell is wrong with you?!"

yoongi blinked, his mind struggling to catch up with what was happening, "huh?"

"don't play dumb!" jungkook shook his head as he straightened his jacket and ran a hand through his hair, "just— ugh, whatever."

jungkook looked furious, his eyes failing to conceal the look of hurt that he was rapidly hiding behind walls. and then they went dark and blank, save for the indifference that masked them.

regret number six: always somehow managing to make jungkook look at him like that.

"what are you—" yoongi struggled, but broke off when it all clicked, suddenly realising what had jungkook all riled up.

/oh, for fucksake./

"see you 'round, yoongi," jungkook said flatly, turning towards the door and ripping it open to reveal a surprised yijeong on the other side, who was holding yoongi's leather jacket limply in one hand.

"woah," yijeong stepped back, "uh—"

jungkook glared at yijeong as he shouldered his way past, his gait heavy as he stalked down the hall and pushed his way out of the side door, the door swinging closed loudly behind him.

yoongi groaned and fixed up his jeans, his mood falling flat and his chest turning hollow.

"um, sorry…" yijeong coughed awkwardly as he looked between yoongi and the exit, "so you two are still… uh…"

"yeah," yoongi sighed and rubbed his eyes, "well… we were. I don't know."

"right," yijeong scratched at the back of his neck, "so… I'm going to assume that you want to cancel tonight's writing session?"

yoongi would have laughed at it all if it didn't suddenly feel like he was drowning.

"that would be good, yeah," yoongi took his jacket, pulling it on as he stared at the door that jungkook had just left through, "I'm going to go find a bar. I'll see you tomorrow."

he was going to drink himself into oblivion. he was so tired of watching jungkook walk away.

regret number seven: being stupidly in love with jungkook the entire fucking time he'd known him, and never saying a damn thing.

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