Chapter Text
Here they go again.
Jungkook thought as he stared at the two lovebirds in front of him flirting with each other on the sofa.
He scoffed internally, finding humor in that he was just sitting on Hoseok's lap five minutes ago, legs wrapped around his waist, stuffing his face in Hoseok's neck. Of course, without his knowledge.
Jungkook had taken his time indulging in Hoseok’s addictive vanilla smell before the man he despised the most came into the training room, ruining his moment.
That motherfucker.
Jungkook grimaced when Yoongi softly brushed Hoseok's bangs away from his eyes. If Jungkook had it his way, he would’ve wreaked havoc by now. Unfortunately, it would be bothersome for him and his beloved Hyung. Instead, he could only maintain his calm demeanor, cold stare, and bored expression.
Yet, Jungkook struggled with how Yoongi's hands traveled across Hoseok's soft, caramel skin.
That’s supposed to be his hands on his Hyung, not Yoongi.
He continued to observe the way Yoongi would lean into Hoseok's ear to whisper God knows what—making Hoseok giggle stupidly in such a way that it made him want to vomit. To say Jungkook was jealous would be an understatement.
The couple looked so horribly sweet and wholesome. Jungkook wanted to wreck their perfect relationship just to get what he wanted.
Just to get that fucking he wanted.
“Yoongi! Can you come over here for a sec? We gotta review your moves,” the choreographer called from across the room.
Yoongi pouted at Hoseok, “Can’t you just tell him that my moves are good already?”
Hoseok smiles at him reassuringly, “You know I can’t do that, Hyung, or else I’d be playing favorites.”
“Am I not your favorite already?” Yoongi smirked as Hoseok rolled his eyes.
“Yoongi!” The choreographer called again. “Okay, okay! I’m heading over—“ Yoongi responds before turning to Hoseok, “Good luck kiss?”
Hoseok lets out an exaggerated sigh before quickly pecking Yoongi’s lips, who promptly smiles and runs over to the choreographer. Getting up from the sofa, Hoseok straightened his pants and headed to the water fountain for a drink.
As he bends over the faucet, he suddenly feels a large tattooed hand creeping underneath his stomach, making him squeal.
"Hyung~" The familiar voice behind him mused.
Upon realizing who it was, Hoseok giggled at how Jungkook wrapped his arms around his waist, sticking his nose on his Hyung’s nape.
"What's wrong Jungkook?"
"It stinks here."
“You have your nose right in my neck, and I’m sweaty from dancing all day. Are you saying I stink?”
“No! That’s not what I meant!” Jungkook stammered, “I like Hyung’s smell. Everything else in here stinks.”
Hoseok burst out in laughter, remembering Jungkook’s sensitivity to smell.
"What, do you have asthma or something? Am I your inhaler?"
"Exactly." Jungkook nodded in his neck.
Hoseok fondly smiles, hidden from Jungkook’s perspective. He walks around the room, uncaring of Jungkook’s strong grip on him. Meanwhile, Jungkook continued to breathe in Hoseok’s vanilla scent, which, combined with the smell of sweat, made him sniff like an animal.
Yoongi glanced at Hoseok, chuckling at seeing the giant brat leeching on Hoseok again. He shook his head and continued practicing while Hoseok stood still for Jungkook to inhale his being fully.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
"Okay, Koo—" Hoseok wriggled in Jungkook’s grip, motivating Jungkook to hold him even tighter. Sometimes, Jungkook’s clingy streak over Hoseok was endearing to the older. Other times, it was annoying, but who was Hoseok to judge? He raised the kid, after all. However, something about Jungkook at that very moment seemed off to him… This didn’t feel like brotherly affection, no.
This time, it felt like —
“—kie?” Hoseok felt warm lips latch onto his neck, sucking on his flesh softly. The sudden action caused Hoseok to stiffen. It was getting too affectionate and uncomfortable for Hoseok’s liking.
“Jungkook...Hey, Jungkook! This isn’t funny anymore, let Hyung go." Hoseok tried to let out a nervous laugh, thinking that maybe Jungkook was just messing with him.
Hoseok tried to unclasp Jungkook's hands, but it was useless. The strength of Jungkook’s grip was around the fold of Hoseok’s arms, preventing him from moving.
"Jungkook.. What are y-you doing?" He turned to see a dark expression encompassing the younger’s face.
Panicked, Hoseok looked at Yoongi, who was clueless as to what was going on
"What's wrong Hyung?" Jungkook inquired, the dark expression from before dissipated.
Hoseok shivered, feeling wet lips brushing against his earlobe. Hoseok’s intuition was right. This wasn’t rational, this was primal. Bordering past clinginess and into obsession. This wasn’t affection. Not desire. But lust .
"S-Stop!"
Jungkook giggles, staring at him innocently with his big doe eyes contradicting his underlying desires.“You let me cuddle you every time we sleep beside each other, Hyung. What’s so different now? I’m just showing how much I love my Hyung, it's no big deal, right?” The huskiness of his voice makes Hoseok shiver again to his amusement. “Aw, I didn't know you were so sensitive, Hyung!”
“Jungkook. I really don’t think this is appropriate… What if Yoongi-Hyung sees us?” Jungkook recoiled at the mention of Yoongi’s name, causing his grip to loosen slightly. Hoseok turned around to see Jungkook’s playful attitude drop to adopt the same dark expression he had worn earlier.
Hoseok was confused. Why did the sudden change? As much as he could ponder up reasons as to why Jungkook’s demeanor changed, he took this as a sign to escape. Releasing the breath he didn't know he was holding in for too long, Hoseok immediately unclasped Jungkook's hands and placed distance between the two.
"I.. Uh..” He coughs,”-- I need to go to the restroom for a sec. Yeah…I’ll– I’ll be right back!"
He musters up an excuse and gives Jungkook an awkward smile, to which Jungkook tilts his head.
Hoseok ran straight in front of the mirror when he entered the restroom, checking the slightly pink hickey that began to form on his exposed skin.
"Shit. Shitshitshit–" He cursed. How the hell was he going to explain this to Yoongi? Hoseok inspected the hickey again, prodding at it as if it would magically disappear. He silently prayed that the older would forgive him if he explained that it was Jungkook's doing. Maybe he could play it off as a prank! Or, he could ask one of the makeup noonas to cover it up until it disappears. Regardless, he had to think of an excuse before Yoongi caught him and accused him of cheating.
Overwhelmed by the anxiety settling in his stomach, all Hoseok wanted to do was run away from the bathroom and into the confines of his bedroom, where the sheets still smelled like Yoongi. He didn’t know if he could ever look Jungkook in the eye after the incident from earlier, but regardless– he knew could never look at him the same. Upon opening the door to the restroom, there stood the cause of his anxiety.
"Hyung, are you okay?" Said Jungkook with a concerned expression.
No. Nonono.
Hoseok gasped, the thumping of his heartbeat echoing loudly in his ears. He can’t do this. Not right now. Not when his anxiety is through the fucking roof and the person who was causing it was right in front of him, taunting him with his fake concern.
“Hyung?” Jungkook asked again, snapping Hoseok away from his thoughts as he stepped towards him.
“Y-Yeah, no, um— Hyung’s fine, Kook-ah. Just had to use the restroom. Anyways, I have to go now, Yoongi-Hyung and I were planning to eat out after this and I think he’s done with his practice.”
Hoseok hurried past Jungkook to head towards the door. In the process of turning the knob, Jungkook’s larger hand grabbed his dainty left wrist, yanking him backward. In one swift movement, the younger spins him around, pushing him against the bathroom door, and locks it. He slams both of his hands on the door, right next to the sides of Hoseok’s head, making him flinch violently.
“I think he won’t mind if you’re a few minutes late,” Jungkook says, voice dropping to another husky octave.
Hoseok didn’t want to entertain him. The thought behind those dark eyes scared him, and he knew he had to run away before finding out what intentions lay behind them. But before he could even force himself out of Jungkook’s arms, he was restrained. Hoseok continued to struggle, even if he knew it was useless. His once dearest maknae that he raised was now stronger, bigger, and taller than him. The worst part of it all was that with the amount of time he spent at the gym, he didn’t have to put that much effort into restraining Hoseok. And yet, here Hoseok was, struggling for his fucking life.
“Jungkook, stop playing with me!” He pounds his fists on Jungkook’s firm chest.
Jungkook scoffs before forcefully grabbing both his wrists in one hand, “Me? Playing games? You’re one to talk,” he leans closer to whisper in Hoseok's ear, “when you’re the one who’s been playing games with me, whoring yourself out to Yoongi-Hyung when I’m right here.” Hoseok widens his eyes as Jungkook continues, “So, if you want to talk about playing games, then I’ll show you what real playing looks like.”
Hoseok tried to prevent himself from letting unwanted sounds come out his mouth upon feeling Jungkook's lips latch on the same spot where he left a hickey.
“You know,” Jungkook nibbles at the flesh, “I’ve been turned on since I saw Yoongi-Hyung stroking your knee earlier.” Hoseok whimpers airy pleas, which Jungkook ignores as he slides Hoseok’s loose shirt off his body with ease. “And you know what? I’m kinda tired of it. I’m so tired of playing nice, Hyungie~” The hand not holding Hoseok’s wrists begins to make its way behind the older’s neck as his tongue trails up to the shell of Hoseok’s ear, “You know how much I have to restrain myself from touching you whenever you sleep just because you’re dating Yoongi-Hyung?” He grips Hoseok’s jaw to look him directly in the eyes, “And yet sometimes I consider throwing all logic out the window because I find it so funny how you let another man cuddle you in bed in the first place.”
“You…You don’t know what you’re talking about, Jungkook,” Hoseok attempted to reason with Jungkook’s hand still gripping his jaw.
“No, I think I know what I want. I want you. You dating Yoongi will not stop me from getting what I want.” At that point, Jungkook knew he would cross a boundary of no return. There would be no consequences to draw doubt inside him. He didn’t care, not when operating on the pure adrenaline thrill.
Jungkook's hand slid underneath the older’s shorts, fondling the smooth, bare, supple flesh.
“--Kook no! I don’t like this, please stop, I’ll–”
“You’ll what, Hyung?” Jungkook paused, his hand hovering right above the elastic band of Hoseok’s shorts. Hoseok choked up a cry but did not respond to Jungkook’s question. “That’s what I thought.”
As much as Jungkook loved how those shorts hugged his ass and showed his thighs, they were a nuisance between him and his goal. They needed to come off before he ripped them apart.
"It's so fucking annoying how pretty you are."
Hoseok sobs as Jungkook digs his teeth deep into his neck as if wanting to seep blood from it.
Something dark switched within Jungkook again as he looked directly at Hoseok, who was all teary-eyed and red. His eyes trailed down to Hoseok’s lips, and immediately, the other knew what he was about to do. Hoseok tries to push Jungkook away while twisting his head. Still, Jungkook was stronger, forcing Hoseok’s gaze back into his direction before diving into his pouty lips, finally tasting what he had always craved. Jungkook’s moans swallow Hoseok’s cries as he explores the insides of Hoseok’s mouth with his tongue.
After a long time, Jungkook finally pulled away, satisfied with his initial cravings, as a trail of saliva connected him and Hoseok. The sight was so enticing. Hoseok, with a puffy and bloody bottom lip from Jungkook’s harsh biting, heaved in deep breaths of air while tears raced down his cheeks.
“You taste so good, Hyung, you’re so addicting.” Jungkook pants, equally breathless, “But I bet you taste much more fucking sweet down there. I bet your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend would kill himself once he finds out his boyfriend's slutting himself out to his beloved maknae. Isn’t that right, Hyung?”
Hoseok was stunned at Jungkook’s choice of words. Who was this… monster in front of him? He didn’t recall raising him in that way, disrespecting not only him but also Yoongi. This sudden change was all too confusing to him.
But maybe Jungkook was always like that. Hoseok couldn’t have known because he never noticed how Jungkook always stared at him and Yoongi. Yet, it was all too late now.
Jungkook grabs a fist full of Hoseok’s head, dragging him away from the door and bending him over the sink. Hoseok yelped at the pain, but the noises Jungkook planned to draw out from him were not an issue for him as the bathroom they were in was only for the rest of the members, far away and inaccessible to the staff. Jungkook yanks Hoseok’s head back, giving him a sight far from pleasing for Hoseok, who would get a front-row view of seeing himself getting wrecked apart. Jungkook didn’t care, though. It’s what he wanted, after all.
Hands sprawled out on the cold sink, Hoseok hangs his head low, not wanting to see the sight of him cheating. Jungkook tutted at his action, “C’mon, Hyungie, I put you in front of the mirror for a reason!” He tugs on Hoseok’s soft, fragile strands and pulls on his scalp, forcing him to look at the show before his eyes.
Jungkook poked his tongue inside his cheek, seeing his beloved Hyung scowl at him with indignation and slight humiliation, but the anger weighed much more.
Hoseok squirmed in Jungkook’s grip, but upon Jungkook nudging his clothed bulge against his hole, he began to panic. His struggle only made Jungkook hold on tighter to his hair, keeping him in place viciously with one hand as the other unbuckled his belt. Even though Jungkook’s actions were obstructed in Hoseok’s view, he was not oblivious to the auditory signs. Hoseok’s eyes widened with fear as the hand then moved onto his shorts, swiftly pulling them down below the swell of his ass.
Jungkook chuckled, like the little sadist he was. He swats his hand on Hoseok’s left ass, watching the recoil. On the other cheek, he does the same again, keeping Hoseok’s head in place with his other hand to watch Hoseok wince at the sting.
“I love that look on your face, I'd like to see it often, Hyung.”
Jungkook gives one last harsh slap on both cheeks, eliciting a sweet, loud moan from Hoseok. It was truly music to his ears. He draws his attention to Hoseok’s hard cock. “Really? You got hard from that? That’s so embarrassing, Hyung,” he giggles as he kneads and spreads both cheeks apart, watching his hole clench around nothing. Jungkook didn’t care about Hoseok’s hard-on, not when he was only here to deal with his urges.
Finally, he takes his cock out from its confines and aligns it to Hoseok's dry hole, nudging the tip at his entrance. Hoseok shakes his head violently and attempts to kick backward in order to get away from Jungkook. However, in his attempts at resistance, Jungkook pins him down on the cold sink, the edge digging into his skin as Jungkook growls in his ear, “Don’t. Move.”
Jungkook kicks both of Hoseok’s ankles apart, spreading him out wider, which gives him a better view of the older’s hole. He indulges himself at the sight—smooth, tight, and untouched by him. Finally, his Hyung was all his .
Without wasting any more time, Jungkook spits on Hoseok’s hole and immediately enters him fully, groaning at the tight and warm heat, embracing him whole like a glove. Of course, it was a dry enter, but it was all pleasure on his end as before Hoseok could scream, Jungkook’s hand clasped over Hoseok’s nose and mouth.
“We don’t want you making too much noise, do we?” Jungkook looks directly at Hoseok through the mirror, who shakes his head reluctantly. “Good,” he says, withdrawing his hand from Hoseok’s mouth. Although Jungkook knew that no matter how loud Hoseok screamed, no one would have been able to hear it from their location, he liked finding pleasure in Hoseok panicking, as it inadvertently made him tighter.
With one hand in the older’s hair, the other hand gripped harshly on his tiny waist, determined to leave a mark.
Jungkook pulls out slowly, the hot drag of his walls causing Hoseok to stream hot tears down his face. This only turned on Jungkook even more, though, as seeing his Hyung cry inspired him to thrust ferociously, drilling his hole wide open.
Hoseok quivered, and he felt sick for feeling pleasure in pain. Jungkook coos at Hoseok’s eyes, rolling to the back of his head. “Aw, am I making you feel better than Yoongi-Hyung? Does his dick even compare to mine?”
All rationality left Hoseok’s mind. The overwhelming pain rendered him useless to ponder the size difference between him and Yoongi. At that point, Jungkook’s words were just intelligible noises to Hoseok as his moans reverberated back into his ears.
Jungkook keeps his brutal pace while rearranging Hoseok’s right leg to be atop the sink. The new angle gave him deeper access into Hoseok’s heat, making Jungkook pound inside him even harder and making Hoseok cum at the sensation. With the way Hoseok kept moaning and clenching around him every time he assaulted his prostate, Jungkook was so fucking close to the edge. The feeling was so addicting, incomparable to any fleshlights he fucked before, that Jungkook swore to himself that this wouldn't be the last time.
If he could fill Hoseok up with his cock and make him leak faucets of his cum any chance he could get, then so be it. He’ll get exactly that.
But poor Hoseok.
Hoseok, who, while sobbing, could feel Jungkook tearing him open. He didn’t like this at all—this wasn’t like the sex that he and Yoongi had. No, what he and Yoongi did —that was made out of love. But this? Hoseok couldn’t even find the words to describe the complete pain and agony Jungkook was drilling into him. The amount of greed and force Jungkook used ensured that Hoseok couldn’t walk or dance for a bit.
Deep in Hoseok’s mind, he prayed to God, any God that would listen, that Yoongi would forgive him for everything.
Jungkook’s thrust eventually slowed down in pace but did not falter in intensity as he buried himself deep into Hoseok for a final time. Jungkook releases all his load with a loud groan at the same time Hoseok releases his. Hot cum filled Hoseok’s insides, the sheer volume making Hoseok shiver as he peeked down to see a small bulge in his torso. The restroom was anything but silent as the heavy pants from Jungkook and staccato cries from Hoseok filled the room.
After catching his breath, Jungkook reached into his back pocket and took out his phone. He grabs the fucked-out Hoseok by the head and takes a picture of his debauched reflection in the mirror (while ensuring he’s out of the frame) before releasing his hair. Without a word, he looks down at himself, still connected to Hoseok’s swollen hole, and presses the record button on his phone.
Slowly, Jungkook pulls out from Hoseok, hissing as he watches the sinful sight of the white fluids dripping onto the floor, followed by red stains.