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It takes a few moments for Yoongi to realise where he is when he wakes. He blinks at the morning light edging through the window, blinds not drawn. It’s grey outside, a faint drizzle of rain flecking the glass. It makes him think of wintery Sunday mornings as a kid; his brother taking up too much space in their cramped shared bed, the smell of his mother’s food drifting in from the kitchen.
But Yoongi’s definitely not in Daegu. He’s not even in his own apartment, or Jungkook’s. Memories of last night bleed slowly into his brain, still foggy with sleep. He's in Kim Seokjin’s apartment, a fact that doesn’t seem quite as worrying as it did when he first arrived last night. There is a muffled voice speaking from one of the other rooms, conversation one-sided as though they’re on the phone.
Yoongi’s gaze lowers from the window to the sleeping form beside him. Jungkook is sprawled on his front, covers gathered around his waist. His cheek is pressed into the pillow, lips parted slightly. Yoongi swallows heavily as he remembers last night. The chat and the drinking. The blowjob in the bathroom. The strange, sweet kiss afterwards. Jungkook’s hand on his forearm as they fell asleep.
Yoongi needs a cigarette.
He considers getting up and leaving. Heading out of the building for a smoke, then jumping in a taxi home. But he feels like ducking out without a thanks would be inconsiderate towards Seokjin. And also- perhaps he doesn’t want to leave right now. It’s comfortable in the bed and his head is thumping. A bit more sleep wouldn’t hurt.
Yoongi swings his legs out of the bed, wincing as he stands. He bends down to find his discarded pants, retrieving his phone. He blearily opens up his emails as he shuffles over to the window. There’s a simple question about a contract clause from Legal that he quickly types out a response to. Yoongi yawns, drawing the blind. Another question from Donghyun about the Shanghai deal, but it looks like Taehyung’s already answered it. Everything else can wait until later, when Yoongi’s thinking a little clearer.
The room is mercifully dark with the blinds closed, easing the throb in Yoongi’s skull. He wonders if he’s outstaying his welcome, but so long as Jungkook is here, he’s sure Seokjin will be okay with it. In fact, Seokjin seemed more than okay with their situation. Whatever that is, exactly.
Yoongi climbs back under the covers, careful, but not careful enough. Jungkook stirs, an unhappy noise escaping his lips.
“Stop moving.”
Yoongi doesn’t give the mumbled request a response. He lays on his side, back to Jungkook and knees curled up. The sharpness in his temples means it takes a little while, but soon enough Yoongi finds himself drifting back into sleep.
When he next wakes up, there's much more noise coming from outside. A mix of voices, the clatter of pans. Yoongi's headache is still present but it has dulled at least. He yawns and gives his limbs a small stretch. Almost instantly he feels a hand on his waist, a strong body pressing into his back.
"Mm. You're awake," Jungkook murmurs, nudging Yoongi's shoulder with his nose. "Can we fuck?"
"I've literally been awake for less than thirty seconds," Yoongi tells him. Jungkook's crotch presses against the back of his thigh, arousal evident through his underwear.
"I'm horny though."
"When are you not?"
"Don't act like you don't like it," Jungkook says, words pressed into Yoongi's shoulder.
Yoongi gives a non-committal grunt. He admits, having a gorgeous twenty year old begging for his dick so often is kind of enjoyable. But Jungkook doesn't need to know that. Anyway, right now the comfort of sleep seems almost more enticing. He ignores Jungkook, closing his eyes again.
"Don't fall back to sleep," Jungkook sighs. "Come on, you don't even have to do much. Just lemme ride you."
Yoongi huffs and turns over, pushing Jungkook away. The younger rolls onto his back, a quiet, pleased laugh leaving him.
"'m tired," Yoongi tells him, even if the idea of laying here and letting Jungkook ride his cock, lazy and deep, does sound incredibly tempting. He imagines that tight heat around him, Jungkook sinking down over and over, drawing orgasms slowly from the both of them. Not the worst way to wake up.
"Such an old man," Jungkook teases, low, sultry. He turns onto his front, arching his back perfectly and wriggling his hips. "You'd honestly give up this ass for sleep?"
"You're a real fucking nuisance, you know that?" Yoongi tells him, voice deep and scratchy from slumber. He sits up anyway, actions belying his words. He shuffles down the bed, palm smoothing over the curve of Jungkook's ass. "We don't have anything with us anyway. Give it up."
"There's lube and a condom in my pocket," Jungkook retorts immediately. "Let me get it."
"Why do you even-"
"I was hoping you'd fuck me at the event last night. But you were being boring so-"
Jungkook shrugs and Yoongi smacks him on the ass. Jungkook turns his head, biting down happily on his lower lip. He shifts his hips, as though asking for more. Yoongi doesn't give it to him, simply grabs at the meat of his ass through his tight underwear. Now that sex is a definite possibility, Yoongi's cock is starting to show interest.
Yoongi's only just slipping a hand up the leg of Jungkook's underwear when a loud knock sounds at their door.
"Guys? Breakfast or- brunch, lunch, whatever, is gonna be ready in five minutes. Get up."
"We're good, thanks," Jungkook calls back immediately.
"Kook-ah, get the fuck up. Jin's gone to a lot of effort."
"Can't it wait, like, thirty minutes?"
"Up. Now."
Jungkook sighs, face dropping down to press huffily into the pillow. The creeping arousal slowly fades from Yoongi. Jungkook stays face down for a while, and Yoongi suspects Jungkook's waiting for his erection to disappear before getting up. Yoongi kneels on the bed, unsure what he's meant to do. He clears his throat.
"I'll just order a taxi and-"
Jungkook turns over, rolls his eyes. "Stay and eat. Jin'll be offended if you don't."
In all honesty, Yoongi feels very strange at the thought of staying. If he imagined sleeping a little later may be overstaying his welcome, then eating breakfast with Seokjin - that he's apparently taken effort to prepare - seems like a step too much. Jungkook, however, is already off the bed and stumbling out of the door before Yoongi can say anything more.
Yoongi stares after him. There's no fucking way he's walking out there in only his underwear like that. He pulls on his formal pants from yesterday along with his shirt. It's all become somewhat dishevelled throughout the evening, but it will have to do. He wanders out of the bedroom towards the smell of cooking food and the sound of laughter.
The kitchen is bustling. Different pans are on the hob, some cold dishes already laid out on the table. Seokjin tends carefully to all the items, dressed in what appears to be a pink silk kimono. It's ridiculous, but Seokjin wears it well, in the way that only someone who's never had to give a fuck about other people's opinions could. Namjoon leans against the worktop, watching Seokjin cook. He's dressed more casually in pajama pants and a baggy t shirt. He wears thick rimmed glasses this morning, unlike last night, and he pushes them up his nose as Yoongi takes a seat at the table.
Jungkook's sat there already, elbows resting on the top, chin propped in his palms. A dark bruise has blossomed against his collarbone, much more obvious now in the bright light of the kitchen. He doesn't seem shy about it. If Namjoon and Seokjin are at all bothered by the sight, then they hide it well. Yoongi finds himself looking at it a touch too long.
"Do we have enough meat?" Seokjin asks, chewing on his lower lip thoughtfully as he looks at the dishes.
"More than enough. Even Kook can't get through this," Namjoon replies.
"Watch me," Jungkook tells them stubbornly, the challenging tone lost when it gets caught on a wide yawn.
Namjoon steps closer to the hob. He pokes at one of the frying pans with a wooden spoon, sending sizzling oil spraying wildly. He and Seokjin jump back to avoid it.
"Okay, what have I said about trying to help." Seokjin sighs, but it's unmistakeably fond. "I love you, but you're a liability."
Jungkook snorts, face creasing up in mirth at something unknown. He turns to face Seokjin, grinning.
"Hey, remember when he almost shot himself in the foot?"
"Wait, how do you know about that?" Namjoon asks, dismayed. Seokjin laughs, in that odd, squeaking way of his, and pats Namjoon on the ass with his free hand.
"Sorry, babe. It was too funny not to tell someone."
Namjoon huffs, though it's playful. "I hate you both."
"Look, all I'm saying is, it's best you stay away from dangerous things. Be that guns or frying pans."
Namjoon smirks and sidles up to Seokjin, slipping an arm around his waist. "Guess I'd better stay away from you then."
Jungkook groans, running a hand over his face. "Can you two stop flirting and get on with the food?"
Namjoon gives him the finger, nose nuzzling into the crook of Seokjin's neck. That edge of fear, of trepidation, creeps back into Yoongi. He knows they're joking around but it's true; Seokjin is dangerous. Or at least his family is. Yoongi may have been lulled by the easy laughter and friendly welcome. But such casual talk of guns just brings that anxiety rushing back about where Yoongi is. Who he's with.
“So, Yoongi,” Seokjin begins once they’ve all sat down and started to eat. “Just what exactly are your intentions with our dear Jungkookie?”
Jungkook lets out a pained noise and covers his face with his hands. “God, can you not be so fucking embarrassing all the time?”
Seokjin laughs at Jungkook’s response, and he smiles at Yoongi to show that he’s only teasing.
“Sorry. I just love it when he goes all pink in the face like that.”
“Fuck you.”
Seokjin ignores Jungkook’s muttering and lets his smile turn into a grin. “What kind of work do you do, Yoongi?” he asks. “If you’re earning enough to be a member of my club, you must be doing well for yourself.”
“I’m doing okay,” Yoongi shrugs lightly, offering a small smile in return. It’s something of an understatement but he’s sure Seokjin understands. “I work in Business Development.”
“Business Development, huh?” Seokjin keeps grinning, arches an eyebrow. “What a wonderfully vague term.”
There’s a glint in his look, one that implies he knows exactly why Yoongi’s job title is so broad. Knows that it most likely includes a lot of things that you wouldn’t necessarily want to list on your resume.
“Yes, it is rather,” Yoongi agrees, lips quirking into more of a grin.
Seokjin chuckles. “Can I ask where you work?”
“He works for Jeon Group,” Jungkook cuts in, smirking.
Seokjin raises his other eyebrow. Yoongi’s seriously going to murder Jungkook. Seokjin stares at him then returns his gaze to Yoongi, as though waiting for him to confirm what the younger is saying. Yoongi nods, having the sense to at least look at little guilty.
“Fuck, Jungkook, really?” Seokjin groans, shaking his head. “You’re never gonna let my poor heart rest are you?”
“It’s fine,” Jungkook sighs, rolling his eyes. “It’s not like dad knows. Don’t be overdramatic.”
He spoons a forkful of scrambled eggs into his mouth, and Namjoon gives Seokjin a pitying look. Yoongi gets the feeling it’s not the first time Jungkook’s given Seokjin cause to worry.
“Just- be careful okay?” Seokjin says, eyes flickering between both of them, but lingering on Yoongi a little longer. “If he finds out-“
“He won’t find out,” Jungkook huffs. “It’s not like he gives a shit about anything in my life, is it?”
Yoongi supposes the comment was intended as jokey. Instead it sounds blunt and painful. The table falls silent, and Namjoon takes a long sip of his coffee. Yoongi looks down at the food on his plate, feeling awkward but unsure what he could say, even if he wanted to. Eventually Namjoon clears his throat, breaking the tension.
“So Kook, you still driving that hideous Lamborghini?”
“You’re just jealous of its beauty,” Jungkook tells him airily. “And I’m not having it insulted by someone who drives a cheap-ass BMW.”
“The word you’re looking for is understated,” Namjoon replies. “It helps not to draw attention to yourself in my line of work.”
Yoongi remembers the first time he’d earned enough to buy himself a nice car. That was a BMW too, sleek and black. A sign Yoongi was going up in the world already, even in his early twenties. He remembers his mom telling all her friends so proudly, like it was the height of achievement. And yet it’s the sort of car that Jungkook would have turned his nose up at.
“Ugh, enough car chat please,” Seokjin sighs. “Cars are so dull.”
“Well. Yours is,” Jungkook snorts, and even Namjoon allows himself a small grin.
“Hey. Bentleys are classy.”
Jungkook grimaces and Namjoon laughs at the pair of them. He seems so comfortable with Jungkook that it makes Yoongi wonder just how long he’s been with Seokjin for. Both of them seem around Yoongi’s age, Seokjin maybe a little older.
Talk turns to gossip about a bunch of people who Yoongi’s never heard of, and he eats his breakfast quietly. Once or twice he catches Jungkook’s eyes lingering on him, but he soon looks away whenever Yoongi spots him.
Eventually Seokjin lets them know that he has an appointment he needs to get to this afternoon. Yoongi’s glad of it. He and Namjoon are pleasant company, but Yoongi's clothes feel musty and he really needs to brush his teeth.
The car ride back to his and Jungkook’s apartment block is a lot more sedate than last night. Jungkook drives reasonably carefully, even if he does occasionally put his foot on the accelerator, snickering whenever Yoongi grips the door handle a little tighter.
“Did you have fun last night?” Jungkook asks once he’s parked up and they’re heading into the building.
“Yeah, I did,” Yoongi tells him. It’s not an answer he expected to give, but it is an honest one.
“Cool,” Jungkook grins. He nods. “Me too.”
He presses the button for the elevator and turns to Yoongi, grin turning devious.
“So, you wanna come over later? Finish what we were starting this morning?”
“I can’t,” Yoongi says as they step inside. “Need to catch up on some work.”
“It’s a fucking Sunday night,” Jungkook huffs. He hits the buttons for their floors.
“Yes, well, I didn’t get where I am from taking it easy.”
It’s true, of course. He’d have nothing if it wasn’t for his intense work ethic. Despite this, he knows he could probably spare an hour or so. But he’s spent a lot of the last twenty-four hours in Jungkook’s company. They can wait a little while before seeing each other again.
Jungkook looks at him, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “If you don’t wanna come over just say.”
Yoongi holds his gaze, feeling almost guilty. But he has nothing to feel like that about. Christ, this whole thing is a casual hook up; they don’t owe each other anything.
“I’ve got to work,” is Yoongi’s only reply.
The rest of the ride is uncomfortably silent. Finally the elevator pings for Yoongi’s floor. Jungkook doesn’t say anything.
“Well. See you.”
Jungkook nods and watches Yoongi as he leaves the elevator.
“See you."
*
“He’s such a sweet little dog.”
She holds out the phone across the table, showing Yoongi what feels like the hundredth photo of a small bundle of fur. This time it appears to be wearing a sweater. Yoongi smiles once more at his mom’s delight over her new puppy.
“Cute. I look forward to meeting him.”
“Speaking of that,” she begins. “Will you be coming back for Christmas this year?”
“Yes. I think so,” Yoongi nods. “Unless anything comes up at work.”
She nods, looking hopeful.
“And will-“
Whatever it is she’s about to say is cut off by the buzzing of Yoongi’s phone on the coffee shop table. He looks down at the screen, blinking in surprise when he sees Jungkook’s name as the caller. Yoongi hasn’t heard from the younger in nearly two weeks. Not since that bizarre night – and morning - at Seokjin’s place. It’s not like Yoongi’s been counting the days or anything but, well, the lack of contact is strangely noticeable.
“Do you need to get that?” his dad asks, nodding down at the phone.
“It can wait.”
The buzzing dies out as Yoongi’s mom continues speaking.
“So what I wanted to ask is, will you be bringing anyone home for Christmas?”
Yoongi doesn’t get a chance to answer as his phone starts vibrating again. His mom chuckles.
“Someone’s keen to speak to you.”
“Ah, it’s just work,” Yoongi lies, seeing Jungkook’s name again. “Just one second.”
He picks up his phone, typing out a quick can’t talk right now and hitting send.
“Sorry about that.”
“You work too hard, dear,” his mom smiles. “You should take a break now and then.”
“Oh, leave him be,” his father cuts in. “Nothing wrong with being a hard worker. You can see he's doing well for himself. That’s a good thing.”
He nods, as though the matter’s settled. Gives Yoongi a smile, pleased and proud. Yoongi’s phone buzzes with three short sharp sounds, messages coming through. He wonders if they’re from Jungkook too, but doesn’t check.
“And will you be bringing anyone home this year?” his mom asks again, not letting the matter drop.
“No. Just me." He pauses, inhaling slowly. "So don’t worry, you won’t have to pretend be okay with me bringing a guy home.”
She sighs, looking pained. “That’s not why I was asking.”
Yoongi gives her a look, knowing that it’s exactly why she was asking.
“So, you’d be okay if I did have a boyfriend. Brought him home to introduce to everyone?”
“Yoongi,” his dad says, warning tone in his voice. Yoongi presses his lips together into a tight line.
“Look, I’d of course be happy to meet anyone you bring home,” his mom replies, sounding entirely unconvincing. “But- come on dear, don’t you think it’s time to move on from these- ideas you have.”
“You honestly think being gay is something I can move on from?” Yoongi says, shaking his head. He doesn’t know why it still surprises him. His mom looks around, as though fearful of anyone overhearing.
“I think if you just went on a few dates with some nice girls then you might think differently.”
“Jesus Christ mom, this isn’t some fucking phase. When will you get that?” Yoongi grits out.
“Don’t talk to your mother like that,” his father snaps. The proud smile is long gone.
“We just want what’s best for you,” she says through a clenched jaw. “There’s no need to get so angry at me.”
There’s a lot Yoongi wants to say but he holds it in. He knows it’s pointless. They’ve been through this enough times to know it only ends in arguments, and no one winning. He wonders how it must feel, sometimes, to just be accepted for who you are.
Awkward silence settles over the coffee table. From other tables he can hear the laughter of friends, of families. He sighs almost inaudibly.
It had been going so well. He’d listened to his mom’s stories of her new dog. Nodded along with his dad’s talk of how nice the back yard at their house is looking now that’s he’s started gardening. Sometimes Yoongi wonders if he should let their comments wash over him; agree when they suggest that he get a girlfriend. It would be easier for sure, but he can’t ever bring himself to do it.
They chat a little more but it’s stilted now, coming in bursts of awkward comments rather than the free-flowing conversation of before. Soon enough they are parting ways, their hugs goodbye far colder than the warm hugs of reunion earlier. They leave with unenthusiastic promises of seeing each other at Christmas. Yoongi watches them walk into the train station with something like sadness.
It’s only once he’s flagged a taxi down and settled into the back seat away from the icy air outside that Yoongi checks his phone. Two missed calls from Jungkook, and three unread messages.
Jungkook:
Why can’t you talk
Where are you?
Answer me asshole
Yoongi almost finds himself smiling despite his sour mood. He presses call.
"Why don't you ever just message back like a normal person?" comes the eventual reply.
It makes Yoongi lips curve into an actual smile this time.
"Don't act as if you don't like hearing my voice."
He can recall the way that Jungkook so often shivers beneath him whenever Yoongi murmurs in his ear, voice deep and dripping with sinful words. He hears Jungkook make a quiet, irritated noise, but it gets no response other than that.
“It’s been so long I’ve forgotten it,” Jungkook replies with sarcasm.
“Who’s fault is that?”
Yoongi means it teasingly. But it hits him he’s not sure who’s fault it is. Sure, Jungkook’s not messaged him the last two weeks since that awkward elevator conversation, but Yoongi’s not reached out either.
"So you've decided to stop ignoring me then,” Jungkook replies, choosing not to answer Yoongi’s comment.
"Just because I don't pick up the moment you ring doesn't mean I'm ignoring you. It means I'm busy."
"What were you doing earlier that meant you were so busy?"
"I had company."
There's a pause on the end of the line.
"Company," Jungkook repeats flatly. A few moments pass, silent. "What kind of company?"
"My parents."
"Oh." Another pause. "How was that?"
"Same as always. Started okay, ended badly."
Jungkook chuckles, though it's more in understanding than humour.
"So, I'm gonna get takeout tonight and I always order too much. You want to split it?"
"Maybe you should just order less."
Jungkook sighs. "I could. But then there would be no one there afterwards to bend me over the dinner table and fuck me so hard I'm still aching the next day."
Yoongi's eyelids fall shut momentarily, drinking in the image Jungkook paints so easily. He draws in a slow, steadying breath.
"That would be a shame."
Yoongi can almost hear the smirk down the phone line.
"I'll take that as a yes."
It’s nearly 10pm that night by the time Yoongi’s caught up with his email Inbox and is standing outside Jungkook’s door. It takes a long time for Jungkook to answer, as always, and Yoongi glances around him. He hopes no one has been noticing his frequent visits to Jungkook’s apartment. Seokjin’s words of warning have done nothing to alleviate the trepidation Yoongi has about this- thing that they have together. He can’t quite bring himself to stop it though.
When Jungkook opens the door he’s dressed in light blue ripped jeans and a plain black top. It’s not his usual outfit of sweatpants and baggy t shirt, but it’s still a long way from the last time Yoongi saw him, clothed in a well fitted and expensive suit. Yoongi thinks he might prefer this. The familiarity is oddly comforting, in a way he can’t place.
“I’m starving,” Jungkook announces by way of greeting. “I’ve already ordered.”
“What if I don’t like what you’ve ordered,” Yoongi counters, stepping inside.
“Tough. Shouldn’t have kept me waiting.”
“I told you I had work to do.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes and wanders through to the lounge. There's music playing on the sound system but it's blissfully quiet. Apparently Jungkook only saves blasting music at full volume for when Yoongi's trying to work or sleep.
"You want a drink?"
"Sure."
Yoongi follows him into the open plan kitchen. It's remarkably spotless; Yoongi highly doubts that cooking ever actually happens here, much like his own kitchen. Jungkook goes straight over to a tall cabinet, opening it to show a variety of bottles. Some spirits, some whiskies, some champagne. Yoongi opts for a Japanese single malt.
He looks around as Jungkook fixes his drink. Despite having visited Jungkook's apartment numerous times, he's never seen much past the entrance hall, the bedroom, or the bathroom. He's glimpsed in the lounge a few times, but that's it. The kitchen is impersonal and sterile, except for a few Polaroids pinned to the fridge door.
One is of an unknown beach, the setting sun painting the sky in dusky hues of pink. Another is of a dog, the image blurry no doubt from the dog struggling to stay still for the photograph.
There’s a photo of a somehow familiar-looking guy with Jungkook, both pulling a stupid expressions, the words Happy Birthday loser <3 scrawled underneath. It takes Yoongi a while longer than it should to realise that the guy is Jimin. Yoongi's so used to seeing him as sultry and seductive, that it throws him to see the dancer looking as carefree as that. Yoongi hadn't realised that Jimin and Jungkook were quite so close. His stomach dips strangely.
He recognises Namjoon in one of the snaps, passed out with drawings all over his face. Someone's hand is thrust into the frame, giving a thumbs up of approval. Seokjin appears on another, a sunkissed shot of him and Jungkook. They're leaning against the railings on a yacht, glasses of champagne in their hands and sunglasses pushed up into their hair. They both look a little younger, but still with an obvious air of privilege.
"The Amalfi Coast."
"What?"
Yoongi's attention is drawn away back to Jungkook, who's holding out a glass of whiskey and smirking at Yoongi's interest in the picture. He nods towards it.
"The photo. We rented a yacht for my eighteenth birthday," he explains.
"Was Jimin there?" Yoongi asks casually.
Jungkook frowns slightly and lets out a soft laugh, confused. "Why would Jimin be there?"
Yoongi shrugs. "You two seem close is all."
"You are jealous," Jungkook grins, probably remembering Yoongi’s interest when they snuck off together at Seokin’s party, and seeming oddly pleased. Yoongi makes a low, dismissive noise.
"Just wondering."
Jungkook keeps grinning at Yoongi, mischief flaring in his eyes. Yoongi takes a long sip of the whiskey. He holds Jungkook's gaze, refusing to give into the younger's teasing look. Eventually Jungkook shakes his head.
“The answer is no, anyway. I didn't dance at the club until I was nineteen. Before that- well, Jimin and I didn't exactly move in the same circles."
Yoongi nods in understanding. He doesn't know much about Jimin, other than that Jungkook says he dances at the club in order to pay rent, and that he's been angling for a sugar daddy. Doesn’t sound like a privileged background.
"What does Jimin do outside the club?" Yoongi asks as they head back into the lounge. Jungkook picks up a half-empty glass of something clear that he must have been drinking before, most likely vodka.
“Has Taehyung not mentioned?" Jungkook says, sitting down on the large couch. Yoongi sits down beside him. He still can't quite get used to it. That night after he came back from China, the night at Seokjin's; chatting without the immediate intention of fucking.
"We're not really close," Yoongi tells him.
It's true. Taehyung's the nearest Yoongi has to a friend, but it's not a close relationship. He's sure that Jimin already knows far more of Taehyung's personal life from the last few weeks than Yoongi ever has found out in the years he's known him.
"Oh," Jungkook says. He shrugs it off easily. “Jimin's a dancer. But like, a proper one. Contemporary or something like that. But, y’know, dancing doesn't exactly pay well." He snorts. "Well, the clean kind at least."
"I see."
Jungkook's lips twist in thought, as though contemplating something.
"You know, Taehyung's treating him good. He's turning up to work in Gucci. Nice rings. Had a fucking Cartier watch on the other day."
"Yeah, Taehyung bought it for him at the auction night."
"Hm." Jungkook pauses, twisting his glass in his hand. "You should tell Taehyung to stop spoiling him so much. He's not gonna need to dance at the club soon if it keeps going like this."
"Is that a bad thing?"
"Yes," Jungkook huffs. "It's a lot more fun with Jimin around."
“I hate to disappoint, but I don't see Taehyung stopping any time soon," Yoongi comments. "He seems rather infatuated."
"Yeah," Jungkook sighs, sounding caught somewhere between distaste and approval.
"Anyway," Yoongi continues. "I don't think you're in any position to comment on people being spoilt."
"I'm not spoilt," Jungkook protests, even as his lips twitch into a smirk at the obvious lie. He pauses, then says pointedly, "You never fucking buy me anything."
“That’s because I'm not your sugar daddy."
"You can still buy me things."
"Like I said. Spoilt," Yoongi tells him, his own mouth curving into a smirk too.
It's nice, the easy banter. It feels a world away from the staid and impersonal conversations at work. From the awkward, stilted conversations with his parents. It's relaxed; enjoyable.
"Don't be stubborn," Jungkook huffs playfully. "You know you wanna spoil me."
Yoongi sips on his drink, licks his lips lightly. "If that's what you want, we can go to your bedroom right now. I'll spoil you all night long."
His voice is low, teasing. It makes Jungkook press his lips together, holding back the devilish grin Yoongi's sure is trying to spread across them. His mouth opens slightly, as though about to speak, and Yoongi's stomach tightens in anticipation. But then Jungkook simply gives a small shake of the head.
"Not yet. Lets have dinner first."
As if on cue there is a knock at the door. Jungkook jumps up to answer it and Yoongi stands, hovering awkwardly in the centre of the lounge as he listens to Jungkook settling up with the person at the door. Eventually Jungkook returns, dumping the bags unceremoniously on the kitchen table.
"You okay to eat in here?" Jungkook checks. "I can't be assed to use the dining room."
"Fine by me."
Jungkook's ordered Thai, and a lot of it. Container after container gets taken out of the bags. By the time they're sitting down to eat on opposite sides of the table, the surface is covered with tiny cartons of food, each one smelling delicious.
"You weren't lying about over-ordering."
Jungkook grins at this, a small laugh escaping him.
“You ever been to Thailand?” Jungkook asks before taking a large bite of food. He closes his eyes as he does so, a quiet, appreciative sound escaping him. It catches Yoongi’s attention for a moment too long, and he almost forgets to answer.
“Yeah, I’ve been there a few times on business. But normally it’s Russia or China. Sometimes Japan.”
Jungkook waves his hand dismissively. “Jesus, stop talking about work. I mean like, on vacation.”
“I don’t really do vacations,” Yoongi shrugs.
“You are so fucking boring,” Jungkook says, but there’s almost something like a note of fondness in there. He smirks, amused. “What about as a kid? Where did you vacation?”
Yoongi leans over the table, spooning out some curry from one of the containers and carefully adding it to his plate.
“We didn’t.”
“Really?” Jungkook asks, confused. As though he can’t quite contemplate the idea. The disparity in their upbringings feels quite striking.
“Really,” Yoongi replies. “When you can’t afford to heat your house, vacations become less of a priority.”
Jungkook doesn’t say anything. When Yoongi looks up his brow is furrowed, and he’s staring at Yoongi curiously. It makes Yoongi uncomfortable. He doesn’t want Jungkook’s judgment for his poor upbringing – or even worse, his pity. He pointedly looks back down at his plate, focusing on eating.
“Oh,” Jungkook says quietly. He doesn’t offer any further thoughts on the matter, and for a moment all that can be heard is the sound of utensils against the plates. Eventually Jungkook clears his throat. “Where did you grow up?”
“In Daegu. I moved here when I was eighteen.”
“Ah,” Jungkook replies. Takes another mouthful of food before speaking again. “Are your parents still there?”
Yoongi nods. “Yeah. I don’t see them all that much any more.”
“Do you not get on?” Jungkook asks, clearly remembering Yoongi’s comments from earlier.
Yoongi sighs and shifts uncomfortably. He half expects Jungkook to apologise, to tell him not to worry about it if he doesn’t want to talk. He doesn’t though; just watches Yoongi carefully.
“We don’t not get on,” he admits eventually. “We would just get on better if I didn’t like men.”
Jungkook grimaces and looks down, poking at his food absently. “That’s shit.”
“Yeah,” Yoongi agrees.
“Like, you’re their kid. Why should it matter.”
Yoongi’s not entirely sure if Jungkook’s talking about Yoongi or himself. Jungkook bites down on his lip, frowning slightly, and catches himself.
“But whatever. Fuck them.”
“Thank you for that sage advice,” Yoongi replies dryly, making Jungkook chuckle. The younger shrugs, looking up and catching Yoongi’s eye almost shyly. It disappears quickly though, replaced with a smirk.
“Or you know, fuck me. That’ll make you feel better.”
“Can I at least finish this Pad Thai first?”
Jungkook grins, laughing lightly. It makes Yoongi smile too.
Yoongi steers the conversation back towards safer ground. He asks about Jungkook’s week. He hears about drinks with Seokjin and Namjoon at the Grand Hyatt. Hears him complain about having to go to his brother’s for Christmas, claiming that the elder refuses to bring in a chef and so is planning to cook - something Jungkook is adamant will go horribly wrong. After the stress of seeing his parents today, and the long week at work, it’s weirdly relaxing to just sit and listen to Jungkook talk about the mundanities of his life.
“Oh, and I was at the club on Wednesday. Jimin had this guy that wanted him to dress up like a cat in one of the private rooms. That was weird.”
Yoongi’s happy mood fades a little at the mention of the club. It’s not like he cares about Jungkook dancing there but- well, what man would like hearing details about what the guy they’re sleeping with does with other men? Something of a mood killer.
“Did he do it?”
“Yeah. He said it was weirdly like, not sexual. Just kind of petted him a lot and had him wear some ears and shit.”
“I think you guys need to brush up on your client confidentiality skills,” Yoongi tells him. Jungkook grins and spoons in a mouthful of food, eyes sparkling. Yoongi lets a few beats pass before he continues. “You ever get asked to do stuff like that?”
Jungkook shrugs, finishing his mouthful before answering. “Get asked to do a lot of weird shit. But I don’t do private dances or you know, any extras. Well, except with you of course.”
He smirks and Yoongi lets the corner of his own mouth twitch into one too. He idly wonders just what extras Jimin will do with customers. Wonders what Taehyung thinks about it. An unexpected relief trickles through Yoongi too, upon hearing that Jungkook doesn’t do anything more than dance.
“You wouldn’t really suit a cat anyway,” Yoongi tells him. “Too needy. Cats are meant to be aloof."
Jungkook grins, dirty and intrigued. “You’d make a good cat then.”
“Try to put me in a pair of cat ears and you’re fucking dead.”
Jungkook’s face scrunches up as he grins more brightly. “Shit. Well now it’s a challenge.”
“No.”
Yoongi’s stern tone loses its impact when finds himself smiling too.
“What about a tail?”
“I can leave you know.’
Jungkook lets out a burst of laughter, oddly sweet. Yoongi takes a large bite of tempura to hide the grin that’s threatening to spread. Jungkook sips his drink, eyes still glinting mischievous and happy. Yoongi feels Jungkook’s ankle loll against his own beneath the table. The music changes track through the speakers.
“So what would you like to wear?” Jungkook asks teasingly.
“I’m not really into dressing up,” Yoongi tells him honestly, voice low as he continues. “I like it a lot more when someone dresses up for me.”
“Yeah?” Jungkook bites down on his lower lip. The food now sits forgotten on his plate. “And how would you like me to dress up for you?”
Yoongi swallows thickly. It’s less of a hypothetical question and more of an actual offer. It makes a warmth start to pool in his lower body from the thought of Jungkook possibly doing something like that for him. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, obvious enough for Jungkook to notice. He leans back in his chair, as though considering the younger.
“I like lingerie.”
“Like, on a man?”
Jungkook’s tone isn’t judgemental, but as though he wants to clarify exactly what Yoongi’s suggesting. He nods.
“Yes. On a man.”
Jungkook seems to consider this. He picks up his glass, finishing its contents and running a finger around the edge. “What do you like about it?”
Yoongi thinks back to previous experiences. It’s been a while since he’s had that in person, but it’s still one of his go-tos on those rare occasions he searches out videos online. When he allows himself a little more time to indulge.
“I like the contrast. Seeing something so pretty and dainty on a strong, hard body.”
Jungkook visibly shifts in his seat. His eyes become a little more hooded, index finger still circling the rim of the glass. He seems to let Yoongi’s words settle, heat starting to simmer in his gaze.
“A body like mine?”
Yoongi nods. “That would definitely work."
“Do you like my body, Yoongi?”
Yoongi holds his gaze. Lets the heat build between them as he answers.
“Yes. You’re fucking gorgeous.”
There’s no point in lying. Jungkook has an incredible body. Thick thighs, toned arms, firm stomach. Yoongi adores how it looks. How it feels pressed against him, trembling beneath him. He knows Jungkook must work out to keep so in shape and Yoongi appreciates it immensely.
Jungkook looks pleased by the answer. “You ever think about me dressed up like that for you?”
“No,” Yoongi admits, trying to ignore the way Jungkook’s intense look falters momentarily. He’s thought of Jungkook a few times in between their meetings, but that particular scenario hasn’t crossed his mind so far.
“Will you now?”
“How could I not?"
Jungkook seems to like that answer. The heat flares more wildly in his gaze. He stands up and walks towards him. Yoongi gets where things are going and pushes his chair away from the table, allowing Jungkook space to swing a leg over Yoongi’s lap and straddle him. His arms loop around the elder’s shoulders.
Yoongi wonders if he’s going to ask more, or going to tease him for his responses. But instead he leans in, immediately capturing Yoongi’s lips in an open-mouthed kiss. He slips his tongue inside almost straight away, and Yoongi finds himself letting him. He brings his hands to Jungkook’s thighs. They rub over the denim, occasionally feeling a flash of skin through the rips. The kiss is heavy and wet and messy, need overtaking any finesse.
Yoongi’s not entirely sure where the hunger behind the kiss is coming from, but he goes with it. Jungkook tastes intoxicating, heady. Yoongi’s hands slip further up Jungkook’s thighs before reaching round to firmly grab his ass. Jungkook whimpers filthily into the kiss. Yoongi tugs him closer.
The kiss breaks only for Yoongi to run his lips down Jungkook’s neck, nipping at the flushed skin every so often the way he’s learnt that the younger likes. He can hear Jungkook panting close to his ear when Yoongi latches onto the crook of his neck, sucking deliberately. He remembers how much Jungkook seemed to enjoy the mark left on him last time.
“Yoongi.”
Jungkook breathes out his name, the lust dripping from it shooting straight into Yoongi’s lap. One of Jungkook’s hands twists into Yoongi’s hair, keeping his mouth on his neck. His head tilts back, overcome with pleasure. Yoongi can feel his cock fattening at how Jungkook goes so utterly pliant under his touch.
“Please,” Jungkook whispers once Yoongi’s pulled away, just enough to lick over the blossoming mark.
“What do you want?” Yoongi urges, slipping one hand beneath Jungkook’s shirt and pressing it against the dip of his lower back.
“Fuck me,” Jungkook pants.
“You want it here, baby?” Yoongi murmurs, recalling Jungkook’s comments from earlier. “Want me to bend you over the table?”
Jungkook lets out a small, pained noise at that, as though he wants it badly. He shakes his head however.
“No. Bedroom.”
Yoongi grunts his agreement, smacking Jungkook on the ass in a bid to get him to stand up. Jungkook does so, grabbing Yoongi’s wrist and pulling him in the direction of his room.
Once inside Jungkook throws himself down onto the bed, bouncing slightly as he lands on his back. Yoongi immediately follows him down, covering his body with his own. His mouth meets Jungkook’s once more, tongues gliding together slick and eager, breaths panted out against each other.
Yoongi grabs the hem of Jungkook’s t shirt, wrenching it over his head and throwing it to the floor. He kneels up, straddling Jungkook’s hips. He tries to catch his breath, to calm down the pace. It’s been almost two weeks since they’ve last done anything like this, and Yoongi’s missed it more than he realised. He wants to savour it.
He reaches out, fingertips trailing over Jungkook’s chest. He traces the hard lines, the ripples of muscle. His palms come to rest on Jungkook’s abdomen, thumbs dipping beneath the waist of his jeans before stopping. Jungkook looks up at him, watching closely as Yoongi dips his head down. He takes one of Jungkook’s nipples into his mouth, sucking lazy and gentle. He hears the sharp intake of breath from Jungkook, drinking in the sound.
“Oh god,” Jungkook groans, back arching into the wet heat of Yoongi’s mouth.
Yoongi loves how responsive he is. He works his mouth for a long time, circling his tongue and sucking light but deliberate. He lets his tongue lave over the nub, getting it good and wet before biting gently. As soon as he pulls away he brings his fingers up to replace his mouth, the wetness aiding the way they play with his nipple. Jungkook squirms beneath him, breathing hard.
“Fuck. You really love this, don’t you,” Yoongi says, almost a little awestruck.
He leans in to take the other nipple between his lips, fingers still teasing the first. Jungkook shudders beneath him, whining beautifully as Yoongi plays with him. The sounds make Yoongi’s cock throb within the tightness of his own jeans, the broken gasps making him unbearably hard.
Eventually it becomes too much. Yoongi pulls away, unbuttoning his jeans and pressing his palm hard against his straining erection, stroking himself through the fabric of his underwear. Jungkook sighs under him. His eyes are closed as he licks his lips, as though the sensation of Yoongi’s touch is still seeping through him.
“Yoongi,” Jungkook breathes. “Will you eat me out?”
Jungkook gets no answer other than Yoongi gripping his hip and rolling him over. A quiet, pleased noise escapes him at the action. Yoongi stands up by the edge of the bed, removing his own jeans and underwear before taking the lube and a condom out of the drawer and tossing them on the bed He wraps his hand lightly around his cock, sighing at the slight relief it brings.
He kneels back on the bed behind Jungkook. The younger’s spine is curved as he sticks his ass up, knees spread and ready. Yoongi barely holds back a groan.
“So eager for me,” he comments, palm rubbing over the swell of his ass.
“You’re the one already jerking himself off,” Jungkook retorts. His words are languid, almost slurred with arousal.
Yoongi smacks his ass just once, hard, and enjoys the whimper that falls from Jungkook as his body jolts from the impact. He reaches around with one hand, finding the zipper of Jungkook’s jeans and slowly pulling it down. Jungkook’s breathing gets faster as Yoongi inches down his jeans and underwear just enough to pull his heavy cock out. He strokes it slow with a few drawn out motions.
“So fucking wet, baby,” Yoongi murmurs, hand moving easily with the precome leaking from the younger. “Always so hard and wet for me.”
Jungkook moans, soft but utterly sinful. His back arches further. Yoongi pulls his hand away, tugging Jungkook's jeans and underwear down a little more to expose the flesh of his ass. Yoongi dips his head, nipping at the curve of muscle. A sigh leaves Jungkook’s parted lips.
“Mm. Take them off.”
He shifts pointedly, reaching back to try to pull his clothes down. Yoongi would love to tease him some more, but seeing Jungkook like this, so desperate for Yoongi inside him, leaves him aching with desire. He pulls down the jeans, helping Jungkook out of them before doing the same with his underwear. They fall to the floor, forgotten.
Jungkook’s cock hangs flushed and dripping between his legs. Yoongi can’t resist giving it a few more long, slow strokes, before both of his hands come to rest on Jungkook’s ass. He hears Jungkook’s breathing stutter, knowing what’s about to come. One thumb dips to brush over Jungkook’s rim, and the younger visibly jerks from the sensation.
Yoongi leans forward, deliberately avoiding placing his mouth near to where Jungkook wants it. He presses an openmouthed kiss to the base of his spine, inhaling slowly. Jungkook smells clean, vanilla scent beneath the fresh sheen of sweat.
When Yoongi finally drops lower, spreads Jungkook’s cheeks and sweeps the flat of his tongue over his rim, he can already feel the shakiness in Jungkook’s thighs. It drives Yoongi a little wild, knowing that those strong thighs are already trembling under his ministrations. And when he finally licks inside and feels how easily Jungkook's knees spread wider, it makes his stomach jump in wonderful pleasure.
“Yeah,” Jungkook sighs throatily. “Fuck.”
Jungkook’s voice drips with wanton need, like he’s been aching for too long to have Yoongi’s tongue inside him. The heat of the noise travels through Yoongi, doing nothing to alleviate the throb of his own cock.
Jungkook goes loose-limbed, letting Yoongi hold him up by his hips as his tongue delves deeper, searching and spreading him. He licks against those tight, hot walls, mind spinning with how they will soon feel around his dick. The thought makes Yoongi moan as he slowly, deliberately, starts to eat him out. Jungkook’s breath hitches and breaks, low drawn out whimpers spilling from him.
“That feel good?” Yoongi murmurs when he pulls back in order to slick up his fingers.
“I’ve had better.”
Yoongi bites playfully at the meat of his ass, near growling out his words. “Must you always be so fucking difficult.”
“God, stop talking. Get your tongue back in me.”
Yoongi chooses to ignore him, letting the frustrated whines wash over him. He takes his time coating his fingers in the lube before cautiously sliding one inside the younger. Jungkook immediately tenses, then relaxes, as he gets accustomed to the sensation. Yoongi works the single digit back and forth, loosening him enough until his tongue can join.
“Oh- oh fuck,” Jungkook whispers.
He writhes on the covers, as though caught between pushing back and it being too much. Yoongi soon adds another finger, mouth gently sucking at Jungkook's rim as he fingers him, deep and deliberate. He crooks them just right, revelling in the way Jungkook shakes under him, wracked with pleasure.
By the time he’s adding a third Yoongi simply rests his forehead on the small of Jungkook’s back. Jungkook’s sweat-slick and quivering under his touch. Yoongi lets it all seep into him, filling his core and adding to the tightening heat in his gut. The feeling around his fingers is too much; he needs to be inside of him.
“Jungkook, shit,” he pants, unbearably turned on from preparing the other. “Can I fuck you?”
“Yes, yes,” Jungkook moans, all presence of teasing gone. “Fuck me. Stretch me out. Need your cock.”
Yoongi’s fingers grip hard on Jungkook’s hips, needing a way to ground himself amongst the heady words. He rolls on the condom and grabs the lube, coating his cock and hissing with not-enough relief. Jungkook’s collapsed down onto the bed, hips moving in lazy rolls as he ruts against the mattress. It’s a delicious sight.
Yoongi crawls over him on his hands and knees. He slips one hand beneath Jungkook’s hips, tilting them just enough to line himself up. He swallows heavily, breath catching in his throat as the head of his cock slips just inside Jungkook’s rim. It slides out again, cock wet with lube, before he’s finally pushing in.
It’s fucking bliss. A long, deep groan leaves Yoongi as his cock slides in deeper, deeper, until he’s completely buried inside. Jungkook is so hot, so tight around him. It’s dizzying. He drapes his body over Jungkook’s, pushing the younger back down into the mattress. Yoongi’s chest sticks to his back, cock so deep inside as he begins to languidly circle his hips.
The moan Jungkook lets out is breathy and low, drawn out slowly as though the pleasure keeps on increasing as Yoongi sinks in deeper. The sound of satisfaction is so raw as Yoongi fills him, and it makes Yoongi ache. Yoongi ducks his head, nipping at Jungkook's spine as he works his hips
Yoongi pulls away enough so that his length slides out a little. He props himself up on his elbows, head hanging down so that he can look between the two of them and watch the way his cock disappears back into the younger. He inhales sharply at the sight, pressing his forehead into the nape of Jungkook's neck as he starts fucking him, slow and deep.
"Yeah, Yoongi," Jungkook sighs, mumbled words catching on a whimper. "Like that. God, yeah, fuck me just like that."
"Shit, Kook," Yoongi whispers. "You like it when I take you like this? When I fuck you so deep?"
He slides in hard at the end of his sentence, eliciting a choked out moan from Jungkook. Yoongi has to gather himself, unable to hold back the groan that spills past his lips. He doesn't get an answer to his question other than Jungkook's arm reaching backwards, blindly searching out Yoongi's ass to encourage him to go even harder.
"Fuck," Yoongi breathes out, voice tight as it makes roll his hips more powerfully. Get unbelievably deeper.
Jungkook's nails dig in as he grabs Yoongi's ass. Yoongi takes his hand, pressing it into the mattress but keeping up with the slow but intense pace. With his other hand he holds Jungkook's hip, starting to pull him back onto his cock every time he slides into him.
Yoongi fucks him like this for as long as he can. It's so deep, so hot, feels so fucking good around his dick that he swears his vision starts to blur. Jungkook takes it so well, whimpering and moaning wonderfully with every thrust. Squeezing Yoongi's fingers tight when it all gets too much.
"Yoongi, I need-" Jungkook begins breathlessly at one point.
Yoongi's certain he knows what he needs, even without him finishing the sentence. The languid, sensual pace is incredible. But with every roll of his hips, Yoongi feels that heat grow heavier, more insistent within him. He aches for more; more friction on his cock, to thrust into the younger until he cums.
Yoongi leans back, chest damp with sweat from where it's been pressed against Jungkook's back. He wraps his forearm around Jungkook's waist, helping the younger sit up with him. Yoongi ends up kneeling, his cock still deep in that tight, wonderful heat. Jungkook moans loud, unrestrained, at the change in position. His knees spread wide as he melts back against Yoongi's chest.
"This what you need, baby?" Yoongi murmurs into the side of Jungkook's neck.
He holds around Jungkook’s waist with his free hand, keeping him still as Yoongi starts to fuck up into him in earnest. Jungkook gasps and lets his head loll back against Yoongi's shoulder. Yoongi's head tilts up, mouthing wetly at Jungkook's jawline as the younger lets out a stream of utterly debauched sounds.
The hand not holding Jungkook in place slides up over his chest, over his neck. Yoongi lets his fingers splay over Jungkook's throat. He can not only hear but feel the way the younger's breath quickens in anticipation. Yoongi remembers their first meeting; Jungkook saying how he'd imagined Yoongi's hand around his throat. They've never discussed it since though, and Yoongi won't do anything more without proper consent. He lets it fall, tips of fingers circling Jungkook's already abused nipples instead.
"Keep going, shit," Jungkook whispers.
He sounds desperate, obviously close. Yoongi knows how he feels. He's teetering on the edge, heat building tighter in the pit of his stomach. He needs it, needs to cum inside Jungkook.
Yoongi drops his hand, wraps it around Jungkook's cock. His hand slides easily, Jungkook's body shuddering from the extra sensation. Yoongi keeps his fingers moving, keeps thrusting up into Jungkook. Breathy ah-ah-ahs keep falling from Jungkook. They suddenly jump up in pitch, getting quicker, quicker.
"Fuck, fuck."
The heat around Yoongi's cock gets far tighter, far more intense. He holds onto Jungkook's hip with one hand, pulling him down hard onto his lap as Jungkook cums and Yoongi swiftly follows. Jungkook lets out a long, gorgeous moan, rocking weakly down onto Yoongi's cock.
“That’s right baby, keep cumming for me," Yoongi murmurs, feeling the way Jungkook shivers as Yoongi keeps stroking him. It draws the sensations out from Yoongi too, the pleasure building and crashing in hot, heavy waves through him until Jungkook becomes too sensitive and Yoongi drops his hand.
It takes a long while until either of them move, both coming down from the blissful highs of their orgasms. Jungkook winces when he finally kneels up and lets Yoongi slip out of him. Yoongi ties off the condom with slightly trembling hands and chucks it onto the floor. He stands and walks over to the closet where he knows Jungkook keeps towels. He takes one out, freshly laundered, and cleans himself off.
Jungkook's sprawled on his back. Yoongi takes a moment to look at him. He somehow seems soft despite the hard planes of his body, loose-limbed and lazy against the crumpled silk sheets. Yoongi walks over with the towel, kneeling at the edge of the bed and starting to carefully clean him up too. At some point Jungkook's eyes flutter open. He watches Yoongi curiously.
"You missed a spot," he teases when Yoongi's finished, and Yoongi whacks him lightly on the shoulder with the soiled towel.
It makes Jungkook laugh, in that easy, sweet way he so often does, that seems so completely at odds with how he is at other times. His eyes shimmer playfully and his teeth show.
Yoongi isn't sure what makes him do it. Why he chooses that moment to lean in and press his lips to Jungkook's. He feels the quiet gasp of surprise against him, as well as the soft pleased murmur that follows when Jungkook parts his lips for him. Their tongues glide together, slow, searching. It's not a sweet kiss, and it's not a particularly tender one, like when Jungkook kissed him in Seokjin's bathroom. It's something different; something new. A little like desire, a little like comfort. A little like something else that Yoongi can't place.
When they break apart he seesJungkook's expression, caught somewhere between pleased and confused. His lips still hold the shine of Yoongi's kiss. Yoongi keeps his gaze a second longer before pulling away and standing up.
"Are you going?"
Yoongi blinks and looks over.
"Actually I was going to turn off the music in the lounge. But I can go if you want."
"No way. I wanna fuck all night." He pauses, smirks. "You know, if you think you can manage it."
"I think you already know the answer to that," Yoongi tells him lowly.
Jungkook keeps smirking. Yoongi lets his gaze travel along Jungkook's naked form, appreciating it immensely. Recalls how it felt against him. The sex just now was incredible, and Yoongi is more than happy for a repeat performance later.
Jungkook grins as Yoongi keeps staring. It's arrogant, cocky, but there's a subtle hint of shyness in there too. Yoongi's heartbeat feels unusually erratic.
And as he turns to leave the room, Yoongi wonders if there might be something a little more than sex that makes him stay the night this time.