Work Text:
Me 4:05 am
so that’s it?
you’re just not coming back?
Me 4:07 am
hyung talk to me
we can’t end it like this
Read at 4:11 am ✔️
No matter how much time has passed, the embarrassment remains the same as Jungkook’s eyes flicker over the last texts sent to Yoongi.
His mind wanders back to the previous night when he was shockingly blessed with Yoongi’s presence in a dimly lit bar bathroom. Instantly caught off guard, he had no idea how to respond. I mean, how could he?
They had recently broken up all of two weeks ago and within the first week he’d already given his number out to some guy he barely even knew. Although it would be valid for him to feel completely pissed off based simply on the way he found out about it and that it even occurred in the first place, that’s not how he felt at all.
Instead, he felt sad. Upset that the chances of them getting back together seemed to lessen in his eyes. He’s being irrational, for sure. Dramatic, maybe. But, all with good reason.
Anyway, to cut straight to the point, he didn’t talk to Yoongi last night when presented with the opportunity. Doesn’t make sense, right? Trust, it barely adds up in his head either. The fact of the matter is, Jungkook didn’t feel ready. Even with the mini pep-talk given by Jimin, and the fact that all Jungkook has wanted Yoongi to do up until this point was talk to him, when push came to shove it didn’t feel right at that moment. Still, that doesn’t mean he’s absolutely opposed to it. He just needs more time, and Yoongi understands that. For the past two weeks, Jungkook has been a mess. Not even twenty four hours ago, Jungkook felt like he was spiraling as that regretful night played constantly in his head. Now that Jungkook is feeling an ounce of normalcy, he wants to hold onto that. Maybe that’s why Yoongi seemed so understanding. He agreed to be open to talk when Jungkook felt ready. Jungkook’s not there yet, but he’s getting there.
In the meantime, Jungkook has begun to do anything to keep his mind off it. The problem is everything reminds him of Yoongi.
For the first time in weeks, Jungkook felt the energy to do laundry, a task that he’d enjoy completing any other time. It was going great at first, he was working with a good rhythm, separating his white clothes from his colored clothes, and his colored clothes from his dark clothes. Then, throwing the dark clothes in the washer while his white clothes spun in the dryer. He was enjoying it, really, until he wasn’t. Obviously, the universe couldn’t let him be on the happier side of life for too long. It had to throw something in the mix to stir some feelings up in him.
It starts when he realizes ‘Fuck, I didn’t go through my pockets’ as he’s folding his clothes that are freshly out the dryer. He noticed a big, black ink stain formed at the pocket of a pair of sweatpants, and the source of this catastrophe? A singular gel pen. Jungkook lets out an exasperated sigh, rubbing a hand across his face. Great now he has to make sure the rest of his clothes aren’t ruined. He goes through each pocket and finds hair ties, crumbled up receipts that he can no longer identify the writing on, and an airpod (he’s been looking for that).
Me [to b0yswhocry]
10:45 am
guys
i’m abt to have a BREAKDOWN
i just DROWNED my airpod
in a DOUBLE wash cycle 😵💫
tae-hyungie
10:46 am
no way
rest in pieces 🙏🏼
A beep sounds, indicating the end of his current wash cycle. Jungkook moves sluggishly to the washer, fearing what else had been left behind in his other pockets.Transferring each article of clothing into the newly emptied dryer, Jungkook comes across an eerily familiar piece of clothing. It was an oversized, distressed hoodie that he owned, but has seen Yoongi wear more times than he can count. Nuzzled up on the couch or during late nights at the studio, he took it everywhere he went. Funny how he’d forgotten it so easily. Jungkook rummages through the front pocket, and the tips of his fingers glide against a smooth and pointy edge. He carefully grasps the item in between his pointer- and index-finger, slowly pulling it from its resting place. The moment his eyes land on the item, he recognizes the image immediately and the memories flood in.
…
“Hyung, come on” Jungkook whines, clinging to Yoongi’s arm, “Just one photo, I promise.” Yoongi gazes at Jungkook, the way he always does with his eyes sparkling and a slight smile he can’t seem to hide.
“And if I say no?” He replies, clearly holding back a chuckle as Jungkook pulls out his best pout.
“Then, I’ll be really sad, and you don’t want that. Right, hyungie?” If Yoongi could describe the view in front of him right now, he’d struggle to find the words to explain it. Jungkook’s doe-like dark brown eyes are glistening in the night. They’d just gotten done eating at some high-end Italian restaurant located in the middle of Seoul. They finished two bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon, spending the entire night giggling and chatting about how their week went. Yoongi is in the process of beginning a new project, a second mixtape, so he’s been in a number of meetings with record executives to map out plans. Jungkook has been busy at the tattoo shop he works in. Dozens of customers have visited this week alone to book future appointments with him which is common during this time of the year. Thursdays and Fridays were especially busy since those are the only days he accepts walk-ins. Regardless of this increase in work coming in, Jungkook enjoys every second of it, so much that it doesn’t even feel like a ‘job’ to him. He loves being able to do something he loves, creating art. Nothing compares to it. Well, nothing aside from spending nights like these with his soulmate.
With the only response from Yoongi being a small smile taking over his features, Jungkook decides to try a little harder with convincing. What could his fool-proof, 99.9% success rate strategy be? Leaning in and peppering Yoongi with kisses (his favorite pastime). He gently cups his face in between his two hands and starts at his forehead. He trails down slowly and presses more soft kisses on the apples of his cheeks. He swears he can feel Yoongi’s face heat up at each action. Then, he moves to the middle of his face, kissing the button of his nose. One, two, three times. Finally, he glides down, lips hovering over Yoongi’s own before he presses a soft kiss on his plump lips. Their mouths move with familiarity as Yoongi presses forward to deepen the kiss. Jungkook accepts the entrance of Yoongi’s tongue as their lips tango. Their tongues fight for dominance, and Jungkook gives in easier than he’d like to admit. Pulling back with a whine, Jungkook gazes down at Yoongi with those damned eyes.
“Fine,” Yoongi lets out a labored breath, looking as out of it as Jungkook feels “How do you want me?”
“Preferably on all fours… but for now, on my lap please.” Jungkook bats his lashes as he guides Yoongi onto his lap, the elder’s favorite seat. They were currently sitting in front of the Han River, and Jungkook thought this would be the perfect spot to capture some memories. Yoongi rests his head on Jungkook’s shoulder right before he captures the photo.
…
Jungkook glances at the photo before him. Even though the image appears to be faded from the washer, and the faces aren’t as clear as they once were, he could still make out every detail with his eyes closed. Yoongi’s lips plump and red from the kiss they shared directly before. His smile wide and eyes slightly lidded. Jungkook remembers everything, from the heat of the kiss, to the way Yoongi felt, and how he praised his body in every single way he could that night without fail.
Jungkook considers the implications of what it may mean for Yoongi to carry this image in the pocket of his hoodie. How it may contradict Jungkook’s worries that formed in the past two weeks about Yoongi no longer possessing feelings for him anymore. He struggles with letting this one discovery influence his current feelings, causing him to waver in the slightest.
Me [to b0yswhocry]
11:17 am
hypothetically speaking
11:18 am
wwyd if ur washing clothes and find a particularly special pic of u and ur ex in the pocket of a hoodie ur ex wore often esp in the days leading up to ur demise and now ur feelin slightly crzy but in a totally normal way…
100% hypothetically speaking btw
this is not me at ALL :p
hobi-hyungie
11:18 am
erm
so u found something yoongi left behind
Me
11:18 am
NO!!! this is HYPOTHETICAL can’t u read hyung >_<
tae-hyungie
11:18 am
right…
i’d ask ‘what are we’ then block him to avoid the answer fr
hobi-hyungie
11:19 am
we love avoidant tactics
minie
11:19 am
well I would talk to him because I know what we have is strong
and the last thing I would want is to let that go
if you love someone, then they’re worth fighting for
hobi-hyungie
11:20 am
yea u and hyung can work this out
you’ve had ur time apart
now u need to talk
Me
11:20 am
but what if he hates me
well not ME me but the hypothetical me… me :/
tae-hyungie
11:20 am
hypothetical or not he doesn’t hate u
trust me
hobi-hyungie
11:20 am
^^
minie
11:21 am
really, kook
don’t stress too much
yoongi loves you
and we love you too <3
Me
11:21 am
i love you all too
so much
hobi-hyungie
11:21 am
<3
tae-hyungie
11:21 am
<33
Jungkook releases a heavy sigh. It looks like his hypothetical friend… or hypothetical HIM will not get the answers they’re searching for at this moment. He finally finishes folding the warm batch of clothing before setting the hamper to the side, and making his way to the kitchen.
These past few weeks, he had been ordering out more than he’d like to admit... an unhealthy amount if you ask his friends. But, trust, he had a reasonable excuse for it all. He simply could not find the will to stand in the same kitchen he once played sous chef in with the love of his life as they laughed, kissed, and embraced one another, fantasizing how their lives will be once they have little ones of their own.
“Fuck…” Jungkook chokes out as he begins to feel his throat tighten and eyes sting. No no no, he won’t let this happen again. He was just doing so good. Jungkook shakes his head in an attempt to subdue the thoughts that try to slip through. “I’m going to make a delicious lunch, and today will be a good day.” He says to himself with as much optimism as he can conjure up while his hand grips the refrigerator’s handle.
Rummaging through the fridge, Jungkook takes out eggs, green onions, and carrots. There should be some peas in the freezer, maybe even some day old rice left in one of those takeout containers. Perfect, now all he needs is… his breath hitches as his hand hovers over the red container. There’s no way a container of kimchi is going to be the straw that breaks the camel's back. He lets out a dubious laugh as the levees finally break. The tears Jungkook spent this entire time trying to hold in finally unload as he reaches his breaking point.
Of course, everything is connected to him. Yoongi has tainted every aspect of Jungkook’s life. The laundry he folds, the food he consumes, the bed he rests in. One way or another, Yoongi is strategically intertwined, leaving Jungkook with the reminder that it will only be that much harder to let him go. Something’s gotta give.
Me
12:07 pm
Are you busy tonight?
…
Jungkook sits across from his hyung as the smoke from the grill fills the air in between them. He watches as he takes charge of carefully prepping the grill, glancing between Jungkook and the tongs gripped in his hand, attempting to decode the look on his face.
“How have you been?” He asks with curiosity, eyebrow slightly raising as he uses scissors to cut the pork belly into smaller pieces.
Jungkook’s eyes dance around the room, not to avoid eye contact, but to search for the words that are having trouble finding their way out of his mouth.
Jungkook’s shoulders drop as he lets out a sigh… he’s been doing that a lot lately. “Would it be stupid if I said I don’t know?” He questions with a visible frown, eyebrows furrowed together.
”That’s fair,” He throws some more meat on the grill, “you’ve had a rough couple of weeks, and I’m partially to blame for it.”
”Joon-hyung, what happened between Yoongi and I has nothing to do with you. You can’t blame yourself for that.”
”I know, but I still noticed something was off with him. Plus, I could sense it was affecting you. I should have said something.”
”No matter what you said, it wouldn’t have changed anything. You know how hyung is… once he makes up his mind, that's the end of it.” Jungkook’s voice audibly depletes.
“Still…” Namjoon trails off, but Jungkook shakes his head, “No, it’s not your fault. This is something Yoongi and I have to figure out if we’re truly meant to be.”
”You’re right,” He finally gives in, flipping the pork belly to ensure it's evenly seared on both sides, “but don’t give in too easily. He hurt you, and left you in the dark with next to no explaination. He may be my best friend, but I can admit when he’s wrong. I even ripped him a new one for the way he handled it.”
Jungkook smiles at that, “Thank you, hyung. I’ll make sure to give him a hard time… If he ever wants to come back, that is.”
”Trust me when I say this, Kook. He does. He always will, without a doubt.” Namjoon rummages through his messenger bag, before pulling out a familiar leather jacket. He passes it over to Jungkook, who runs the tips of his fingers against the cuffs of the sleeve where their initials are engraved.
“I found this by the bin,” Namjoon clears his throat, “Sitting there as if he wanted to throw it away, but couldn’t find the will to. Like he’s still holding on. That’s the hope you should be holding onto.”
“He was my soulmate, hyung.”Jungkook murmurs, voice low as a whisper, as he grips the jacket in his hands. Holding on tight, as if the jacket will disappear if his grip weakens.
”He still is, Kook. Never question that.”
…
Jungkook doesn’t know why he asked Namjoon to bring him here nor can he figure out why he continued to go through with it when Namjoon mentioned leaving to Jin’s for the night to give them ‘privacy’. He hadn’t even called Yoongi to see if he was okay with meeting like this— out of the blue, with nothing more than a knock’s worth of notice. Maybe Jungkook is doing this for himself. He knows he will instantly back out of it if he attempts to call. Just like with most things he dreads doing, he has to go in head first to leave no room for error.
His legs already feel weak as he waits for the elevator to reach his level. The pep talks he received prior seemed to do next to nothing in calming his nerves. God, when did he become so antsy? He was strong enough to walk away from Yoongi at the bar that night, why can’t he channel that energy now? Why does it feel like his strength weakens with each inch he moves closer to Yoongi? He can feel his need for Yoongi flow through his bones. The need passes through his veins and merges with his blood. Why does Yoongi still hold that power over him? Why does he still make him feel so weak? He wants to stand up to him, give him a piece of his mind. Then again, he wants to be held by him. He wants to be told that everything is a misunderstanding, and he can’t live without him. Is that fucked up? Jungkook still cares about Yoongi, without a doubt. That’s why he let him walk away. That’s why he’s been slowly losing his mind every day since he left. But is his love too much?
The elevator dings, indicating its arrival to the lobby. Slowly, he makes his way onto the enclosed metal machine, and waits in silence to be let off on the sixth floor. He fiddles with his fingers, as the jacket from earlier hangs over his arm, and attempts to level his breathing. While time seemed to move slowly when he stood in the lobby, it suddenly felt like the world was placed at 2x speed. Before he knows it, he’s already in front of Namjoon’s apartment, 613.
His hands remain balled up at his sides while he squeezes his eyes shut. This shouldn’t be as hard as he’s making it. Maybe this isn’t a good idea…
You’ve come too far to back down now, he tells himself whilst lifting hand and timidly knocking on the door. There’s a length of silence, and Jungkook’s worries only heighten. Once again, he knocks on the steel door, this time with more force, and he is met with the same result. Perhaps this is a sign from the gods that this was a terrible idea to start with. Jungkook turns on his heels, just as the door swings open, and he hears that familiar, warm voice shoot out “Joon-ah, how many times are you gonna forget your keys—” The voice cuts off, and he can only imagine the man behind him is having the same realization he is.
Jungkook turns back around swiftly and the tension between the two remains thick. For a second, all they can do is stare at one another before Jungkook finally breaks.
“Hyung, I’m sorry for coming unannounced. I wanted to talk to you, but I knew if I called I would’ve chickened out before you answered. I—I just really wanted to see you, and I know you wanted to talk, but I—”
Yoongi must sense the panic settling in because he silently moves out the way, and opens the door wider. “It’s fine, Kook-ah. Come in.”
Jungkook clamped his mouth shut, and made his way inside, arm slightly brushing against Yoongi’s as he slipped past. It sends a shiver down his spine. He removes his shoes at the door, and watches as Yoongi’s eyes travel curiously to the item that's held tight against his body.
He chuckles, “Thought you got rid of this, huh?” He watches as the older man’s mouth opens and closes, searching for words to defend his actions.
“I thought it’d help..”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, “Help what? You already got rid of me, that wasn’t enough? You had to make sure every single trace of what we had no longer existed?”
”Jungkook, you don’t get—“
”No, hyung, you don't get it! You don’t get to pull away from me, pick a fight, and leave without a word, then assume I’d be okay with it. Then, take a guy’s number when we had been separated for all of what? Two weeks? What the hell is wrong with you?”
Suddenly, every emotion that built up in Jungkook’s body begins to spill over. Judging by the reaction on Yoongi's face, he anticipated this moment.
“For weeks, I blamed myself! I tried to pick apart every interaction we had leading up to that moment to figure out where I went wrong. Was I not doing enough? Did I not love you enough? Did I love you too much? Nothing added up!” Jungkook’s breathing becomes heavier as the words push their way through his throat.
“Every day, I have to sit in a home we made, and think about how every single fucking thing placed within it reminds me of you! But you get to waltz your ass around like nothing ever happened? Like I never happened? Do I really not mean anything to you anymore?” And if Jungkook thought he’d already cried the last of his tears, his body reminds him there’s still more left within him. His bottom lip begins to tremble, and his hands waver.
“You matter to me, Jungkook. That shouldn’t even be a question.”
“If I matter, then why did you leave me? Why did you take that number? Why would you get rid of this?” He holds out the jacket as it visibly shakes in his grip.
The jacket holds a deeper meaning. There are memories tied with the brown leather that provides warmth, both figuratively and literally.
“I gave this to you when—” a sob cuts off Jungkook’s words. “I gave you this when your mother died. You lost the original jacket she gifted you, and that alone destroyed you.” He watches as Yoongi begins to waver. If Jungkook’s appearance didn’t already have him on edge, this conversation surely did.
“I found the exact replica, and then what? What did I tell you?”
“You told me to never let it go” Yoongi began softly, “To never let it go, and let the warmth of it hold me as she once did.” He repeated the words by heart.
Jungkook nods, and tears continue to flow. The salty liquid slips into his mouth, and the congestion begins to set in causing him to sniffle.
”Then, you embroidered the cuffs, and told me that when times are hard… when I need you both most… the message is there to remind me we’re never too far apart.” No matter how strong Yoongi tried to remain, at that moment, he finally let go.
”So why would you want to get rid of it?”
“Because every single moment I look at it, I think of you. Both of you.” He confesses, and his mouth tightens. “Everything has felt so overbearing lately. I— I know I can come to you, but I’d never want to put all of that weight on your shoulders. Working on my mixtape, and trying to meet all of the demands only made everything worse. It brought all of my troubles to the surface, and I didn’t know how to deal with it. Maybe I didn’t want to deal with it in the first place.” Yoongi lets out a titter. “That’s why I left. I’m a fucking coward, and I can’t accept help even when it comes with arms stretched and a bunny smile.”
“I didn’t want to get rid of it, but every time I looked at it, all I was reminded of was how much of a fuck up I’ve been. I’d get trapped in this cycle of hating myself for what I put you through that night, and regretting every second of it. Even without the jacket serving as a reminder of you, I still couldn’t let go. That’s why I went to the bar that night. Because no matter how hard I try to escape you, I can’t and that fucking terrifies me.”
Jungkook scoffs, “Don’t lie, I know Namjoon’s the reason why you showed up in the first place.”
”Yes, he woke me the fuck up, but I would have found my way back to you regardless. I love you, Kook-ah. You may not believe me, but I do. So fucking much.” Yoongi runs a hand through his hair. “And I swear to you, there is nothing romantic going on between me and that guy. I don’t even know why they mentioned it in the way they did. He’s another producer that I considered collaborating with, that's all.”
Jungkook visibly shivers hearing that nickname roll off his tongue for the second time that night. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have let me go that easy.”
“It’s because I love you that I let you go that easily. I’m a fucking wreck.”
”Well, who the fuck isn’t a wreck? We’re all a little fucked up, but it’s all about how we deal with it! Running away isn’t an option,” Jungkook moves a step closer, his fingers twitch at his sides before his hands raise to hold Yoongi’s face between his palms. “we have to be there for each other.”
Yoongi nods, “I’m sorry,” he whimpers. “What I did was out of line and immature. I hurt you, so fucking bad. I know I did, and I feel absolutely horrible about it. If I could reverse back time I would. I missed you so much. The sound of your laugh, the weight of your arms around me. Your presence… everything.”
Jungkook glances down, “I missed you too… And I want to apologize too. That night, I said some things I regret… We both did… and I don’t want to go any further with you believing you’re the only one in the wrong. We both played a part.” Jungkook rests his forehead against Yoongi’s.
Yoongi refuses, “What you said was just a reaction to my actions. Some of the things you said were valid. I was distant, and I wasn’t there for you. I missed our dates and…” Jungkook uses the pads of his thumbs to wipe away the tears that escape the other’s eyes.
“It’s okay, sweetie.” He whispers, before adjusting to kiss Yoongi’s forehead. “What matters most is where we go from here. You know what you’ve done wrong. Don’t repeat the same mistakes and open up to me. Talk to me, be transparent with me. That’s how you can show me you love me.”
“I never..ever want to lose you ever again and I will do everything in my power to make it up to you. No matter what it takes.” His mouth hovers over Jungkook’s before he finally claims his lips.
This… This is the moment Jungkook has been waiting for… or at least close enough to it. Their lips entangle, and Jungkook swears he's levitating right now. He wouldn’t be surprised if his soul left his body, and he’s nothing more than a vessel as a result. His breathing stops, and it’s as if all he needs to survive are the longing kisses that have been pressed to his lips. The warmth of Yoongi’s mouth reminds him that he is not dreaming. Yoongi is here with him, and they are finally one again. He melts into the older man’s hands as they wander around his body, looking to refamiliarize themselves with the maze that is Jungkook’s body. Still, no matter how much time they’ve spent apart, it doesn’t take him long to touch him in all the right places.
The kiss grows deeper, and their breathing becomes heavier. Yoongi grips the back of Jungkook’s thigh, and the younger takes that as his sign to jump. Yoongi catches him suavely, wrapping his legs around his waist whilst he keeps one hand on his thigh and the other around the back of his neck. He moves skillfully to the spare bedroom and lays Jungkook gently on the bed.
A soft moan escapes Jungkook’s lips the moment he feels Yoongi’s knee rest between his legs. “Hyung…” He whimpers, as their lips part.
”Shh, baby. I got you.” He starts at the top, kissing his forehead, then the apples of his cheeks where his tears dried minutes before. Then, he moves to the button of his nose and kisses it one, two, three times and damn the implication of it makes him shiver. The hand that once took its rest on his thigh travels up to the exposed skin where his shirt rose. “Can I?”
Jungkook musters up the strength to nod despite the pressure forming in his pants, begging for release.
Yoongi guides the shirt up his torso and over his head, leaving kisses over his body in its wake. His mouth waters as he takes a look at the sight before him. Jungkook’s chest heaves up and down, and he looks down at him over hooded eyes.
Yoongi lets his tongue hang from his mouth and licks a stripe down the middle of Jungkook’s chest, stopping between his pecks. He wraps his lips around the other’s nipple, welcoming the taste of steel whilst his tongue plays with the piercing decorating the sensitive area. His nipples perk up at the attention, and his bulge only continues to grow. His tongue flicks back and forth, saliva sliding straight down, pooling on his chest. The man beneath him squirms, grinding against the knee placed exactly where he needs the most attention. He gives Jungkook’s nipple a slight tug, which causes his body to jerk forward. The moan that follows rings in his ears.
“Touch me,” Jungkook whines, eyelids hanging low. Yoongi tugs at his jeans, disconnecting the button that holds it all together.
“Up.” He says simply, and the younger lifts his hips to allow Yoongi to undress him. In one swift motion, his jeans follow his briefs off his body and into a pile on the floor.
His hardened cock springs out with a bounce and rests against his stomach. Yoongi glides the tips of his pointer and middle finger against the tip of Jungkook’s length, collecting the precum trickling out.
Jungkook back arches off the mattress, as the nastiest sound escapes from his lips the moment he sees Yoongi suck on those same two fingers while locking eyes with him.
Yoongi grabs the base of Jungkook’s cock, and strokes him up and down at an agonizing pace. His mouth waters at the sight and can't help but enclose him in his mouth. His head bobs up and down, speed picking up each time he reaches close to the base. His hand works simultaneously, working on massaging the remainder of the length that doesn’t fit. Jungkook begins rutting against his mouth, causing Yoongi to squeeze his eyes together.
“Hyung.. I can’t..” The build up in the pit of his stomach causes him to pause, “Need you inside of me.”
Yoongi pulls off with a pop, and works on getting himself undressed. His clothing follows Jungkook’s as it lands in the same area, somewhere on the floor. Yoongi sighs in relief as his cock is finally released from the prison that was his jeans.
“First… let me have a little taste.” He grumbles, flipping Jungkook on his stomach and pulling his hips up towards his face. Yoongi rests on his knees, colossal hands spreading his perky cheeks apart. Like a starved man, he dives straight in. His tongue goes to work, as it once did with the rest of his body.
His hole pulsates at the action, moans growing louder while Yoongi’s tongue works meticulously.
When he finally pulls away, he comes to the realization “Fuck, I don’t have any lube.” His eyebrows knit together.
Jungkook groans, “Who cares, hyungie? Just get inside me.”
Tempted, but not stupid, Yoongi decides against Jungkook’s wishes.
“Joon’s gotta have something.” He mutters under his breath. He rises from the mattress and rummages through his pocket for his phone. Rushing as if there’s no time left in the world, he quickly dials his temporary roommates number, and waits for an answer.
”Joon— Yes, I saw him.. No, let’s not worry about that right now… Can you just… Joon, where’s your fucking lube?” Yoongi loses his patience, walking out the room in search of the cure to all his worries.
All the while, Jungkook’s grown impatient. He sucks on his index finger, using his saliva as a lubricant of its own, and slowly slides his finger into his hole. He releases a drawn out moan, face burying deep into the pillow resting at the head of the bed. He guides his finger in and out rhythmically, gasping at the feeling of his tight walls enclosing around his own finger.
“Tsk tsk tsk, couldn’t wait could we?” He turns his head to see Yoongi at the end of the bed, stroking his own cock as he watches Jungkook wreck himself.
Yoongi pops the cap of the lubricant open, and squirts a quarter in his hand, warming it up between his fingers. Slapping Jungkook’s hand away, he takes over his place, and inserts his own two fingers.
Jungkook feels a tingle travel through his body as his body spasms with every entrance of Yoongi’s long fingers.
“Ooh fuck, I need you so bad.” Jungkook whines, and Yoongi’s cock jumps at the sound of his voice.
”Baby, I’m going to fill you up so well. I miss being in that tight little hole of yours.”
Jungkook begins to feel lightheaded, the build up of his organism mixed with Yoongi’s fingers, and slick words in his ear. He’s going to faint if he can’t come soon.
Yoongi adds in a third finger, making his way to his prostate. Once he reaches the prized spot, Jungkook’s sentences become incoherent. At this point, he’s babbling nonsense and can't seem to care at this moment.
Yoongi continues working his way inside him, while he strokes own cock, preparing himself for his entrance.
“That should be good.” Yoongi mutters, before removing his fingers, and guiding Jungkook on his back once again.
He lines himself up with Jungkook’s hole, “Ready?” He checks, and the younger nods his head, still too far gone to form a sentence.
Yoongi carefully guides himself inside, going inch by inch, checking the temperature. “Fuck me already!” Jungkook yelps, and that’s all it takes.
Yoongi gets going at a faster pace, skin slapping as the two breathe heavily. Jungkook leans up to grab Yoongi by the back of his neck, and presses their lips together. The feeling of Yoongi groaning into his mouth causes his body to quiver. Goosebumps form all over his skin as he finally becomes one with his soulmate again. This is the type of closeness he can't find anywhere else. He wouldn’t dare to. No one compares to his Yoongi.
‘I love you’ Yoongi continuously whispers as he grinds his hips profoundly. The love he feels for Jungkook feels so heavy in his chest. He tries to put those emotions into every action he makes at this very moment.
Jungkook clings to Yoongi’s body for dear life as their tongues tangle together. He bites Yoongi’s bottom lip, pulling a moan from him. In retaliation, Yoongi drives himself deeper inside the man.
He continues ramming himself inside, taking his right hand to grip Jungkook’s cock and move in the pace of his strokes. “I’m gonna—“ Jungkook starts, cutting his own self off with another whimper. “I’m gonna come.” This only motivated Yoongi more. He speeds up his pace until Jungkook is spilling over his hand and onto their stomachs.
Yoongi continues sliding in and out, chasing his own orgasm that follows soon after. He slowly pulls out of him, cum dripping out of Jungkook’s hole the moment Yoongi’s cock is no longer there to plug it.
He glances over at Jungkook who looks absolutely fucked out of his mind. He drops a kiss upon his lips, before standing up.
“Noo, come back.” He whines, catching his hyung’s attention.
“I have to clean us up, I’ll be back.” And surely he does, in record time, with a damp rag resting in his hand. He gently wipes the cum off Jungkook’s stomach before trailing down to his sensitive cock, and pulsing hole. Yoongi throws the rag to the side, before climbing back in bed and wrapping Jungkook in his arms.
Jungkook’s eyes flutter open, and his gaze is filled with so much love. “I love you, hyungie… Don’t you ever forget that.” His voice remains firm.
“I love you too.” Yoongi says breathlessly, brushing the hair falling in Jungkook’s face out of his eyes. He leans forward, and plants a kiss on his lips.. “Forever.”
…
tae-hyungie [to jin-hyungie’s family of 7]
1:57 am
i heard our hypothetical friend got his back blown out
a win fr
minie
1:57 am
tae, that was top secret information I told you in confidence!
hobi-hyungie
1:58 am
last time i checked, i haven’t been fucked?
tae-hyungie
1:58 am
not yet ;p
jin-hyungie
1:58 am
I knew you had it in you, yoongs!
Drinks on me!
joonie-hyungie
1:59 am
Oh no, where could they have gotten this information from…
This is super surprising and my first time hearing of it
Whaaaat!
yoonie luv <3
1:59 am
joon you’re DONE
Me
2:00 am
ngl he ate this shiii up chat 🥴
time for dessert!