Archive of Our Own

“Fuck, Hyung, these are beautiful.” Hoseok said, holding the photo up to the dim red light, a glare running across the shiny surface of the film paper. He placed it back on the line, hanging it with the others by a wooden pin, waiting for them to dry. The photo being of a boy pressed naked against a burgundy carpet. He scanned the line, looking at how the photos glimmered, still wet and dripping. “Gorgeous.” He let out under his breath and shaking his head, leaning slightly one side of his hip more than the other, hands slipping into his pocket. “I see you used the model I referred you to.”

Yoongi skimmed the row of photos, his works, and grit his teeth silently in the inside of his mouth. They were good, sure, but they weren’t perfect. They weren’t what he was looking for. They felt so immature to him, like an emotion just wasn’t coming through, like there was a barrier he couldn’t break down during the shoot. “There nice, just not it.” He said.

He wanted something that proved his growth, he wanted something mature, sophisticated, sexy. The model he used gave off more adolescent vibes than he wanted, round face and soft eyes, and innocence poured out of the photos, and Yoongi liked them, but they weren’t what he wanted. Not this time.

Hoseok whipped his head towards Yoongi. They could hardly see each others expressions in the dark room but Yoongi knew Hoseok was about to pop off, so to speak. “Hyung, your first show is in two days. Don’t you dare.” The frustration snaking between his teeth as he spoke.

Hoseok knew Yoongi, he knew Yoongi was reckless, eccentric, and would totally restart his whole show and redo it again in one night if he needed to. He knew Yoongi would do it and he hated him for it, because if anyone could pull it off, he was damn sure it was Min Yoongi. Yoongi was just different, even during their classes he seemed above everyone. He saw the world through a different pair of lenses. Hoseok was convinced he saw the world in the same lenses Picasso, Dali, Klee wore, Yoongi was going places and this show, oh god, this show was just the beginning of it. Yoongi’s first art show.

Yoongi probably doesn’t consider it as much as Hoseok thinks he should, not many photographers fly into the world of art after their first show, let alone some kid still in college. He managed to book a venue in downtown Seoul, courtesy to one of his professors and slide in a slot for three days. That’s it. Three days, his art is in and then out, he needed to create something memorable. Yoongi knew selecting an art school was a risky move, he also knew majoring in photography was a dead end road for most people. There’s not much profit to be made in photography, unless you get big, that is. You get fame- or you get to shoot meaningless portraits for people who pay you at hallmark, he wasn’t about to start taking senior photos for highschool brats. So yes, a lot rode on this show, but he also knew he wasn’t gonna call it a day and go home, there will definitely be more shows.

Yoongi clicked his tongue and shook his head, picking up one photo. The model, what was his name? Kim Taehyung, was laid against a red floral carpet, the angle taken from above as his bare pale bare body contracted against the deep color. It was a beautiful photo, the emotion Yoongi was able to capture and bring out was stunning, but still the boy looked too young. Yoongi looked up at Hoseok, throwing the photo against the table. “I need a new model by tonight.” He said.

Hoseok furrowed his eyebrows. “Hyung, these photo’s are fine. It’s too close to the show, don’t risk it like that.” He said frustrated by his hyung. Hoseok can’t think of one time Yoongi was ever satisfied the first time he did something.

“That’s just it, fine. There fucking fine.” Yoongi said shaking his head, taking the photos on the line off, throwing the pins on the table and stacking them. “They need to be perfect.” He said, this time under his breath to himself. He shoved the photos, that were dry for the most part into a folder and started rushing towards the door. He had to rush. He has a show in two days and a whole gallery to redo. He turned back towards Hoseok. “Text me the number of some more models that are willing to work at midnight tonight.”

He left the room, leaving Hoseok behind. He shook his head. “That crazy bastard.”

* * *

Yoongi sat in the restaurant on the bar stool waiting for his dinner and scrolling through model profiles Hoseok sent him. At this point he was getting frustrated, none of the models possessed what he wanted, that it factor, that aura. They weren’t… seductive, mature, sophisticated. The best one so far was names Kim Seokjin but his frame was too well built for Yoongi’s image, he wanted someone slim with a tiny frame but not to much so. “Fuck…” He let out, he was screwed. Maybe he should call off the whole show, no. That’s what quitters do.

“Fuck, this food looks so good?” The waiter said placing a bowl of soup and another of rice in front of Yoongi with a soft smile and a stifle of a laugh. His hair black and rested just above his wide eyes. He placed the tall glass of water down, glancing at Yoongi and then at the table, noticing the camera on the table. His figure leaned against the table, at least halfway interested in Yoongi, or at least his camera.“You go to that art school down the block?” His lips curved up into a smile and eyes shimmering with curiosity.

Yoongi looked up at the young boy, he was slim but tall, dressed in a black uniform. The apron tied around him emphasized his tiny waist, a nice s line revealing itself to Yoongi. He nodded. “Yeah… photography major.” He said glancing at his camera then back up at the boy. “You go to school?”

The waiter shook his head. “Nah, it’s not my thing-”

“Jungkook!” Someone yelled from the kitchen. The boy’s back straightened and he looked over at the busy mess, flames and heat mixed with various spices, his eyes falling on a man in white flipping some vegetables in a pan. Yoongi watched as he focused, his eyes narrowing and his breath came out slow, like he was tired and overworked but still pushing through, the slightest layer of sweat covered his skin. “We have a take out order on the west side of Seoul, get the car started and hustle up.”

“Okay!” Jungkook shouted back and turned to Yoongi, a little more rushed than before. “Anything else I can get you before I head out?”

Yoongi just stared up at him for a moment, his mind numbing as he watched the corners of his lips, the ways his eyes wrinkled, the curve of his nose. “What time do you get off work?”

Yoongi thought he might have found his model.

* * *

Yoongi waited outside the restaurant, watching as the boy ran up to him after his shift. Jungkook’s hands were shoved into his oversized coat, the fur lining of the hood a little excessive to Yoongi’s taste personally. Yoongi brought a cigarette up to his thin lips and took a deep breath, letting out the smoke.

“This isn’t some sort of scam, right?” Jungkook asked, leaning to one side of his body, shifting his weight. “Like this isn’t some kind of abstract plan to get me to sleep with you?” He said with a bit of sarcasm laced in his voice as he visibly shivered, doing a little two step in his spot just to keep moving, creating some kind of warmth. Despite it nearing midnight he was still pent up with energy and Yoongi found that remarkable, not many people could put up with Yoongi’s crazy dead of the night schedule. He just functioned better when the moon was up.

Yoongi shook his head. “Nope, strictly business.” He said before taking another drag of his smoke. “My studio is literally right around the corner.” He said, starting to walk, the other following close behind him.

“Hey, give me a smoke too, will ya?” Jungkook said, picking up his pace to match with Yoongi’s. Yoongi handed Jungkook a cigarette and lit up his lighter, Jungkook’s face leaning into the fame to catch the end of the stick aflame, his features exaggerated with shadows created by the light. Jungkook backed up and took a deep drag, exhaling out into the sky and Yoongi found the action rather attractive, he wanted to capture it on his camera. “So how old are you?”

“Twenty one.” Yoongi said turning towards Jungkook. “You?”

“Eighteen.” Jungkook said, lifting his hood over his head and letting out a shiver.

“Jesus, you’re hardly legal and you already smoke?” Yoongi said shaking his head.

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. “Yeah, so? You’ve probably been smoking his junior high.” He said in defence.

Yoongi shrugged, Jungkook wasn’t wrong. Yoongi was a bit of a rebel back then, still is a little bit, but it’s harder to be a rebel when you're an independent adult, who’s gonna tell him not to smoke and drink now? Yoongi couldn’t be a rebel anymore, the meaning only pertained to people who had high powers over them, like parents. The only rules Yoongi could break at this point were the laws, but that’s not rebelling, that’s being a straight up criminal.

If Jungkook was anything like him, he probably drank and smoke just because people told him not to. Something about the rush of defying fed their drive. That’s probably how Yoongi developed this habit of restarting projects the night before, it gave him a rush. Hoseok told him he couldn’t do it, recreate the whole show, but he was gonna do it because hell, Hoseok can’t control him. No one can. That’s the sort of rebelling Yoongi fed himself these days.

They arrived at the building and Yoongi brought them inside, it’s an old abandoned factory and the owner leases out rooms for studio artist. Yoongi kinda liked the studio, it’s dirt cheap at that for a giant space too. He opens the door to his studio and watched as Jungkook walks in slowly, observing the area.

Lot’s of light props and thinks hanging, photos clipped by wooden pins everywhere, various props and objects piled in boxes in the corner, but that’s not what’s stealing Jungkook’s attention. It’s the view or city lights from the twelfth floor. Yoongi throws his jacket on a sofa he keeps against the wall, sometimes he drags it into a scene as a prop. “It’s my favorite part of the studio.” Yoongi says.

Jungkook turns and Yoongi thinks the scene is beautiful, Jungkook standing in front of a stunning background. “Do I get paid for this?” He asked.

Yoongi shrugged. “I mean, if you wanna be, you can. How $500 sound?” Yoongi offers.

Jungkook looks at him stunned for a moment. “More than enough.” He says slowly, that was way more than he was expecting and he starts to wonder how loaded Yoongi is. Probably some rich art kid who’s parents don’t mind making risky carrier moves such as pursuing art because they have money to fall back in. He looks at Yoongi and observes the male in the black turtle neck and thick framed glasses, feeling more hesitant towards him. Privileged people piss Jungkook off.

“It’s just the photo shoot right?” He said, trying to be clear as possible. “Nothing else.” He says firmly, carefully taking off his jacket and placing it on the sofa as well.

Yoongi looks up at him from his camera settings. “Of course. Seriously, kid, I just need a model, that’s all.” He smiled and nods his head at the boy before returning to the camera, finding the right settings.

He has a few cameras laid out now, so he can capture different qualities. People sometimes think that in photography the crisper the quality is the more amazing the photo is, but it’s much more than that, it’s not about a clear picture at all. It’s about the composition and values, the color, the essences. Subject is trivial to whether it can be depicted clearly.

Jungkook hovers around, walking around the studio, looking at the photos hung around the place. Most of the people in the photos are naked, an odd characteristic, but it’s not the kind of nudity you would seen in pornography, it feels so much more stipped down than that. Jungkook brings his hands to wrap around himself, feeling vulnerable just looking at the nakedness of others.

“Do I have to get naked?” Jungkook ask suddenly, feeling insecure.

Yoongi looks over at Jungkook and presses his thin lips in a line, did he forget to mention that part? He goes over to his bag and pulls out the photos from earlier, the photos of Taehyung and hands them to Jungkook. “We have to recreate these photos but with a different essence.” He says simply.

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, he didn’t get it. “Why can’t you just use these?” He ask, feeling not that keen on posing naked like the boy in the photos. The boy in the photos looked beautiful and Jungkook feels like he couldn’t possibly make something better than that, not in a million years.

Yoongi clicked his tongue. “When you look at the photo, what does it look like to you? Like what’s the essence?” He said kinda rushed out.

Jungkook stared at them, looking into the boys eyes. “It… it kinda reminds me of… do you know the story of adam and eve?” He asked suddenly and Yoongi blinks at him a few times, trying to process the sudden transition waiting for the younger to elaborate further. “In the story, before they eat the forbidden fruit they are knowledgeless, they don’t really have a conception of right and wrong. It says they were merely pleasant and beautiful human beings, pure, and they walked around naked, but with no shame, because they didn’t know better.” Jungkook finds himself babbling on and he gets straight to the point. “It just… the photo is reminds me of that kind of innocence.”

Yoongi’s staring at Jungkook and he’s finding everything the boy is saying remarkable, the way he’s drawing connection and speaking.

Jungkook continues the story. “After they eat the fruit they gain knowledge and when God goes down to see them, for the first time ever they hide from him. Because they were naked, and because they knew what they did was wrong and they suddenly knew what wrong was. They sinned.” He finishes.

Yoongi tilts his head and smiled, he liked that. He liked that explanation and that meaning, that underlying message of knowledge being too good for our own good. He looked at his own photos and suddenly understood the meaning he didn’t have when taking them, he saw it in them. That innocence and purity, like adam and eve must have been before they ate the fruit of knowledge. He smiled up at Jungkook. “Are you religious?”

Jungkook shook his head. “Not really but the bible is a really great piece of literature on its own, if you strip away the religious context it’s really amazing, the stories are remarkable.” He smiled and gave a little shrug.

Yoongi still stunned by Jungkook took a step closer. “Well… in the story Adam and Eve, they sinned and they gained knowledge after they ate the fruit, right?”

Jungkook nodded.

“If these photos are before they ate the fruit. Then I want you…” He said under his breath, Jungkook could hardly hear Yoongi. “I want you to be Adam after he ate the fruit.” He smirked. “I want you to be downright sinful.”

* * *

“Jungkook, I promise this is professional.” Yoongi said, standing at the top of a ladder with a camera ready in his hands waiting for the younger to take the white sheet off his body. Clearly Jungkook was bashful, it’s not like he was a professional model who posed naked all the time. He was a guy Yoongi picked up at a restaurant for christ sake.

Jungkook was flushed red. “Does it matter if I’m shaved or not?” He asked, covering his face with his arm. God, how could he just get naked for a total stranger. He was so body conscious over himself.

“Jungkook your pubes are not the main focus of this shoot, I don’t give too shits if they are shaved cleaned or not.” Yoongi said, climbing down his ladder, annoyed, it was one in the morning and he needed this done tonight, he needed to edit and print the photos in the morning, get them ready for the show case. “Listen.” He said nearing Jungkook and giving a little tug on the white sheet. “You’re probably really fucking hot under this.” He rolled his eyes, tongue heavy with sarcasm.

Jungkook grasped onto the white sheet and kept it covering him. “I’m really not all that amazing. I’m skinny and bony and gross.”

Yoongi dropped the sheet. “Hey.” He said sternly. “You are not gross, don’t say that. I picked you at a random ass restaurant for a reason. I don’t let just anyone model for me, you hear me.” He said.

Jungkook blushed a bright red and slowly nodded his head. What was he even doing here at this point? He took a deep breath before closing his eyes and lifting the blanket, a cool air hitting his exposed skin. He opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling lights, they were burning into his exposed skin. Exposed, so fucking exposed. He tensed up and turned towards Yoongi who hardly bat an eye at him before he started climbing up the ladder.

Yoongi reached the top of the ladder and looked at Jungkook through the viewfinder. He was so fucking stunning, Yoongi taking the opportunity to really look at him and his features. His skin was so smooth except for a scar on his cheek and hair dark against his pale complexion. His pubic hairs where natural, maybe trimmed a little and patted down, but mostly natural. His skin was tight around his muscle and bones, the slightest indication of his ribs poking through his skin and creating bumps across his chest, so slim and thin.

“Just relax.” Yoongi said, keeping the camera to his face. For Taehyung’s photos, he used a merlot red but Yoongi wanted to be even more dramatic, he pulled out a black carpet and placed Jungkook on it, it looked like he was sinking into it, melting into lust, knowledge, and sin. He watched as Jungkook tried to loosen up, looking into the camera with a flat face. Yoongi frowned, this was gonna be hard, he needed a conversation starter. “So Jungkook… What are your turn on’s?”

Jungkook’s eye’s widened, snap, Yoongi captured the image. “W-what?!”

“You’re suppose to be sinful, remember?” Yoongi said, biting his tongue, trying to take a nice picture. Well, not just a nice picture, a great picture. “What makes you super horny?” He asked again.

Jungkook looks around nervously and then back up to the camera, it wasn’t as hard to speak to Yoongi through the camera as it was speaking to him face to face, at least not when he’s on the floor naked like this. “I don’t know…” Jungkook started, trying to think about it, snap snap snap. “I like being controlled.”

Yoongi snickered. “Yeah? So you’re like a super sub?”

Jungkook rolled his eyes. “I guess if you want to call it that, I just like it when a man can pick me up and throw me into bed.” He pushed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, snap.

Yoongi nodded. “Wait, you’re gay?”

“Why, is something wrong with that?” He said slowly, feeling cautious.

“No, no cause, like- same. I’m super gay… it’s just I thought since you know, you’re like into the bible you would be, I don’t know. More apprehensive towards that kind of stuff.” He explained.

Jungkook looked to the side. “First off, I already said I wasn’t religious and second off, the bible technically doesn’t say being gay is bad. There’s just this one story that kinda, maybe, alludes to it if you squint your eyes hard enough.” He let out a chuckle, his hair sprawled above him, snap.

“Can I hear it?” Yoongi ask.

“Sure, I guess.” Jungkook said closing his eyes, trying to recall the story, snap. “Well I don’t remember the specifics but basically there was this small town and some angels came to visit it. They needed a place to stay and this one nice guy offered his home to the angels, and he needed to protect them for like… intruders I guess.” His tongue darted past his lips to moisten them, snap. “Anyways, so when word got out that this guy was housing these angels the intruders started to try and break in because they wanted to sleep with them, and basically rape them.”

“Oh geez.” Yoongi said, following closely to the story.

“Yeah, I know... Anyways, so these angels are male, and so are these guys and this is literally the only mention of anything remotely gay in the whole bible. But yeah, God get’s angry that these guys wanna sleep with these angels, whether it be because it was too gay I don’t know, and he burnt the whole town except for the guy who tried to protect the angels.” Jungkook paused and furrowed his eyebrows. “Maybe God wasn’t angry because it was gay, maybe he was fucking angry because they tried to rape the angels though, like how do we know?!”

Yoongi paused at the question, it was a good question. He looked at Jungkook, he looked so lost in his thoughts, breathing in and out harshly. He snapped a few more photos. “So you have any happy biblical stories?” He asked, a little chuckle.

Jungkook shrugged. “Not really... I know some stories about gay Daoist monks that ran around naked in the woods, being you know, gay.” He let out a laugh at how silly it sounded but it was true, he read multiple poems and great chinese writings. “It’s really desirable to be honest.”

Yoongi let out a soft laugh, his gummy smile showing itself to Jungkook as he looked up. Yoongi had a nice smile, it was soft and cute. “Arch your back up.” Yoongi directed and Jungkook did, he arched his back and looked up so lustfully into the camera, he could tell how comfortable Jungkook had become, the photo was beautiful but Yoongi wanted him to look darker, sexy, dirty. “Fuck, your gorgeous.”

Jungkook blushed and continued to pose against the carpet. He didn’t mind Yoongi’s compliments but they distracted him. Luckily for Yoongi, they were working. “So hot.” “Sexy.”

Jungkook felt like he was gonna combust. They eventually moved a few times, they spent some time taking photos of Jungkook on a stool, and on the hardwood floor, he ended up against the windowsill, his bare frame against the cold glass. Jungkook was hesitant about people seeing him but Yoongi reminded him he was on the twelfth floor and no one could see him for the ground.

“It’s cold.” Jungkook said, his skin touching the icy window as he looked at Yoongi. After a while of loosening up Jungkook became a pro at this, this natural aura came off him. His hair was wet against his forehead since Yoongi poured water on him for the effect. “Hey, Yoongi?”

“Hm?” Yoongi said, snapping photos of Jungkook left and right.

“How’d you get into art school, your parents rich or something?” He asked. To his surprise Yoongi wasn’t as prickish as he thought he could be, he was rather comforting and soothing, nice. He let Jungkook take things at his own pace, not like some pushy snob.

Yoongi shook his head. “No, I’m from a poor family in Daegu… I wasn’t even planning on going to college because I couldn’t afford it but I got a full scholarship.” He said and smiled, Yoongi knew he didn’t have it easy and he had to work three, sometimes four times harder than anyone else to maintain his scholarship and financial aid status. But it was worth it, he was doing what he loved.

Jungkook remained silent and looked into Yoongi’s camera, he realized how humbled Yoongi was. Jungkook definitely understood that kind of situation of not being able to afford opportunities as they present themselves. He looked at the older, his black hair ruffled up now from running his own hands through it and keeping himself awake. The older was attractive, but past the physical sense, Jungkook didn’t give two shits how someone looks on the outside. He was done with dating guys for their looks, it never ended well and the relationship was ever only ankles deep in water. He thought Yoongi’s mind was attractive. The way his brain moved from one idea to the next and how he took pictures, Jungkook felt lured in by him.

Never in a million years would the younger have thought he would be pressed against a window, stark naked, as a model. He never thought he would be doing something like this and yet here he was. A more than attractive man was capturing photos of him. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t feeling to some extent a growing feeling of desire as his eyes fell upon Yoongi’s lips and pale creamy skin. Jungkook didn’t have the greatest love for himself, he was never really pleased with his body but Yoongi, somehow Yoongi make him feel pretty, gorgeous, handsome, sexy. He angled his head down at looked up at Yoongi through his long eyelashes.

Yoongi froze for a moment, that look, the way Jungkook just looked at him made his heart skip a beat and hands fumble on the camera. It was what Yoongi wanted, finally after hours Jungkook was finally to look darker, he felt dangerous, this whole situation felt dangerous. He looked at Jungkook through the viewfinder, that kind of expression didn’t come from anywhere, no it was so lust driven and hungry. His fingers shakily clicked down on the camera button, a flash going off and illuminated the room, flashing against his skin. Captured. He let out a shaky breath.

“Fuck Jungkook, that expression… was…” he couldn’t even find the words to describe it, lust, hunger, desire hung in the air like a deep mist Yoongi was becoming quickly addicted to.

“Downright sinful?” Jungkook ask with a smirk toying at the corner of his lips, his glare intensifying. He bit down on his lip, the flesh slowly pulling out from between his lips. God, Jungkook was screaming inside, what was he even doing right now?

Yoongi swallowed painfully and took another photo before lifting his head from the camera to look at Jungkook. “Sinful indeed.” He said lowly, his voice in a growl almost. Jungkook’s whole body was a sin and Yoongi wanted it. He let out a cough at the thought and they were both brought out of whatever trance that was. He shook his head. “Maybe we should start taking some shots on the sofa.”

“Yeah, sure.” Jungkook said, finally lifting himself from the freezing window and walking across the studio, his heart was beating so loudly in his chest and he could feel the adrenaline coursed through him with each step he took. He arrived at the sofa and looked at the coats laid down on them, picking them up. “Um… where should these go?”

Yoongi looked up from his camera, scanning the photos he took. He was proud of them, they looked good, Jungkook looked good in them, he made Jungkook look good in them like that. He glanced at the younger male holding out the coats. “Oh, I got them.” He said taking a few steps forward with his hand stretched out to take them. Before he knew it, he felt his foot get caught on a electrical cord for his equipment, and he was falling forward, he braced himself as he fell. One hand catching the arm of the sofa, the other slouched over the back of it, and Jungkook, Jungkook was under him.

For a moment Yoongi froze, his gaze fixed on the wide eyed male underneath him, voice caught his his throat. He didn’t know what to do, they were so close, closer than they had been all night and Yoongi could feel Jungkook’s heat radiating of his body like a furnace, he could hear his soft breathing and feel his chest rise up and down, grazing his own. Jungkook was flushed red in the cheeks and Yoongi could only imagine what he could look like right now. He began to lift himself up, flustered, embarrassed, confused, but at full force Jungkook wrapped his hand around the back of Yoongi’s neck and pulled him against his lips.

It was a bit of a rushed out kiss, the sudden contact and their teeth clinking against each other for a moment, but Yoongi quickly fell into the kiss seamlessly, finally tasting the sweet tinge of lustful sin to the younger's lips. Kissing Jungkook was kinda like biting into a caramel apple, the initial blast of sweet caramel but quickly sinking into a juicy savory flavor that was mouth watering. Smoke and strawberry chapstick. Yoongi shifted so that his arm was resting by the side of Jungkook’s head and kissed him, pushing his tongue past those pairs of lips and deeper into the kiss. When Jungkook sighed into his mouth it sent shivers down Yoongi’s spine.

Jungkook on the other hand was so lost into the sensation of kissing Yoongi, so caught up in how the man above him pushed past his lips and toyed with his tongue, lightly circling and sucking the muscle. Jungkook felt like he was in fire, his face burning, and Yoongi was the fuel to keep it raging. It was odd, everything about this night was so crazy, so unexpected but this, right now, kissing Yoongi, it felt right.

Jungkook moaned into Yoongi’s mouth and shivered under his touch, large veiny hands going to caress the sides of him and hold onto his waist. Cigarette and coffee, he could taste what Yoongi fueled himself off of and he wondered if Yoongi could taste the lust that fueled himself. Yoongi tasted good, and he felt good, and Jungkook felt good, he wanted to feel even better.

“Yoongi…” Jungkook let out softly between kisses and Yoongi looked down at the younger. How did they get here, and why did it take them so long. The older lightly brushed his fingers across Jungkook’s forehead, swiping his bangs to the side and revealing his beautiful expression, eyes wide open and eyebrows furrowed together, mouth, pink swollen lips parted slightly letting out small pants for air. Jungkook’s hands had found their way to the front of Yoongi’s shirt, clutching fist into the fabric, trying so desperately to hold on. Yet a smirk tugged the corner of Jungkook’s lips. “I thought you weren’t gonna lure me in for sex?” He asked playfully.

Yoongi’s eyes frenzied across the scene, his eyes not finding a place to stop and rest for a moment. He let out a breathy chuckle, hardly a laugh. He looked into Jungkook’s deep chestnut eyes. “This, is- I mean is this okay?” He asked, feeling his heart pound out his chest and his fingers ran down Jungkook’s neck, he wanted to mark, taint, ruin.

Jungkook’s back arched at the feather like sensation of Yoongi’s fingers skim down his skin. He let out a small moan, needy. “More than okay… Great.” He said softly.

“Good.” Yoongi said before diving back into another kiss, this time more lustful and hungry, hands searching each others bodies.

Jungkook’s hands made their way to Yoongi’s shirt buttons, handling the task of making each button come undone. It felt ridiculous that Jungkook had been naked this entire time and only now yearned for Yoongi to follow, he wanted to see the creamy smooth skin that pooled up Yoongi’s clothes and run his nails across the flesh, making marks of his own. He wanted Yoongi to wake up tomorrow and remember the name Jeon Jungkook as he would stretch himself in the mirror to see lines down his back. After, not really anytime at all Yoongi stands up and rids the shirt himself, being too impatient. Quickly he undid his felt and pulled down his pants, they pooled at his feet as he stepped out of him.

He was hard under his underwear, it was obvious, and so was Jungkook, much more obvious than Yoongi but still. Suddenly Yoongi was picking up a camera and Jungkook nearly whined. “What are you doing?” He asked, kinda annoyed that Yoongi wanted to take more pictures when Jungkook was lying on the sofa practically begging to be fucked out.

Yoongi pressed the one button. “I’m into film making too.” He let out, a sort of haughty smirk as he propped the camera up in a bin, facing the sofa and returning to Jungkook.

“Film making.” Jungkook said with a heavy eye roll, yeah sure. Film making. Whatever Yoongi wanted to call it he guessed. Jungkook nearly closed his eyes and arched his back up when he watched Jungkook climb over him on the sofa, keening at the lust to be touched till his feet brushed up against a fabric. His eyebrows knitted together. “Take your socks off.” He said.

Yoongi looked down at him. “Why? My feet are cold.”

Jungkook coughed out in disbelief. “In the bible it says not to have sex with your socks on, now take them off.” He said coldly.

“Huh, I don’t remember that verse.” Yoongi said with a chuckle before sitting up and taking his socks off just to satisfy Jungkook, his toes freezing but whatever. He was about to get laid, they’ll warm up. He leaned back over Jungkook again, leaving soft kisses against his neck, sucking lightly against the flesh like it was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. So sweet and beautiful, the marks he left looked like flower petals.

Jungkook grasped onto the back of Yoongi’s neck, moaning into his ear and tugging his hair desperately. Yoongi had soft hair, surprisingly soft for how dyed it looked. The room was heavy in sweat and lust, almost as heavy as Yoongi’s body felt pressing against him. Pressing against each other, being pushed together with a force unexplained. Yoongi grinded down against Jungkook and Jungkook let out a pant and bucked his hips back up. “Shit Yoongi.” He let out quickly, rushed out, voice already sounding unstable and wrecked.

Yoongi was equally as wrecked, not that he would let it show. Never. He kissed his way down Jungkook’s marvelous body, from his neck, down his chest. His jutted hip bones, Yoongi’s long bony fingers wrapping around the length of Jungkook’s cock. Jungkook sighed from the touch as Yoongi slowly started to slide his fingers up and down the shaft, lightly, not too much pressure, maybe too little. His fingers feeling up and down, feeling the bumps and each vein as they travelled along. Yoongi marvelled at the expressions that fluttered across Jungkook’s face, watching the boy turn a bright red. Pretty, Jungkook was pretty like this.

The noises he let out where pretty too and fuck, Jungkook was so much more than a pretty face and Yoongi knew it. He was smart and witty, sarcastic motherfucker that’s for sure. Yoongi could listen to Jungkook story tell about religion all day, it made Yoongi question. Yoongi liked being questioned because he also liked answering. His pace quicker around Jungkook's cock, using the pre come to slide up and down the length with more ease. Jungkook was dissolving beneath him, letting out the pretty breathy moans.

“Please...please… Yoongi.” Jungkook changes like a mantra beneath the man, his nails starting to claw deeper into Yoongi’s flesh. “Close, don’t wanna come yet.” He let out breathless, his hips buck up. Body going against his words.

Yoongi quickly let up, releasing the cock and looking around his studio before letting out a frustrated sigh. Jungkook is just catchy his breath beneath him when Yoongi is slipping two slender fingers past the youngest lips. “Suck, I don’t have lube.”

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows and speaks around the fingers. “Condom?” Jungkook wants Yoongi bad, don’t get him wrong, but he’s also not willing to fuck basically a stranger without protection. All those awkward years of sex Ed weren’t for nothing and he wasn’t going to let his teachers down now.

Yoongi nods his head. “Yeah, in my wallet.” He reassures, getting up off the sofa and looking around the scattered clothes for his jeans. For most this might feel like a moment of heat broken but Jungkook hearts swells because Yoongi really does care enough to display that Jungkook is in fact in safe hands. Yoongi opens his wallet and takes the condom out, showing Jungkook the shiny foil wrapper before standing back up. Yoongi taps Jungkook's thighs lightly before muttering a quiet. “Sit up.”

Jungkooks a little clueless but he does, giving Yoongi space to sit down legs apart, man spreading which Jungkook finds hot as hell. Yoongi now taps his own thighs and Jungkook is crawling over the older, straddling Yoongi. Words aren’t needed for Jungkook to know he should lean down and kiss Yoongi again, falling back into the mood. They kiss sloppy this time as Yoongi hooks a finger into Jungkook's mouth whilst kissing, their tongues rolling around the finger to chase each other. It’s a first for Jungkook, he can’t say he’s kissed while also sucking fingers before but it saves time he supposed. Yoongi slips a second finger in his mouth, this time breaking the kiss and Jungkook is left rolling his tongue around and in between the fingers, being sure to fully lubricate them.

Yoongi pulls them out from Jungkook's lips, saliva stringing from his fingers to them. Jungkook looks all kinds of fucked up, eyes lust halfway shut as he raises his body for Yoongi. Yoongi is faced with his nipples as his fingers trail towards Jungkook’s whole and he doesn’t resist the urge to take the left bulb between his teeth causing Jungkook to grown deeply. A noise husked from the back of his throat before Yoongi finally slips a single digit with in the younger man. Jungkook’s velvety walls are tight around Yoongi’s single finger and the thought of his own cock buried deep within makes Yoongi eyes roll back and let out a groan.

Jungkook is letting out small gasp and pants above the older man, scowling sinking himself down on the finger. “Go for another.” He says, sure of himself and Yoongi does, slips in a second. So much tighter before. He moves his fingers slowly bringing them in and out, his other hand his kneading Jungkook's ass cheek as he begins spreading his fingers and scissoring. Jungkook’s not gonna lie, it hurts a little but the pleasure he knows their seeking will pay off so he sinks down onto the digits, a slight role to his hips till the find a rhythm Jungkook quite likes. “Ah…” He lets out a shape moan when the pad of Yoongi’s fingers brush against something that feels like a starting fire, hot. Yoongi picks up on the noise quick and aims for it again, fingers massaging Jungkook's prostate.

Jungkook is a bit more energetic and excited now, bouncing carelessly on Yoongi’s slender elegant fingers, breathy coming out fast and hard. He’s chasing even though he knows he probably shouldn’t be yet but it feels to good, Yoongi is toying his nipple between his teeth, pinching them a little to hard but lapping wet, sticking, moist, warm licks over them afterwards and Jungkook's mind is going crazy. He feels it coiling in his stomach and his eyes are fluttering shut, head tilted back, making the most sinful noise when suddenly Yoongi is withdrawing his fingers and Jungkook feels cold. His hole is gaping for the sensation to come back.

This is the second time Yoongi had brought Jungkook so close, his thighs are shaking and he’s not sure how much longer he can remain stanced above the older like this before collapsing. He looks down at Yoongi slightly pissed because Jungkook is really tired of edging orgasms and not getting them. He watches as Yoongi rips past the foil with his teeth, Jungkook also can help notice how red his own nipples are and they feel sore in the best way possible. Yoongi rolls the condom down his shaft which Jungkook notes is short, maybe six inches but it’s thick and pressed heavy against Yoongi’s stomach.

Yoongi looks up at Jungkook, brushing the fringe against his forehead to the left. “Sure you want this?” He ask, hands already landing on Jungkook’s hips, lifting him so his cock is rimming Jungkook’s hole. It’s puckering for him to slide in.

Jungkook scoffs and sinks himself down onto the cock and he can feel the stretch, it hurts. He makes out a whiny noise and notes the way Yoongi’s grips his hips a little tighter. He sinks himself all the way, being filled as much as he can before letting out in a breathy shaken voice. “Who wouldn’t want this?” He ask in shaky sarcasm but still really feeling the stretch. He licks his lips. “Feel good Yoongi…”

Yoongi whose head is thrown back raises it to raise an eyebrow. “Is that a question or statement?”

“Both?” Jungkook lets out, lifting himself up and back down. If you told him this night was gonna end in him riding Yoongi on a beat up sofa in his studio… well Jungkook would probably believe you, he had his suspicions. On the other hand Yoongi genuinely thought this was just gonna be another photo shoot and he’s more than happy it isn’t. The both groan at the sensation.

Yoongi’s grip is bruisenly hard on Jungkooks hips now. “Gonna ride me… gone ride me good?” He stumbled out a little embarrassed to say the least. He always found sex talk a little hard, it didn’t come out naturally for him. Jungkook didn’t seem to mind as he let out a hum and lifted himself up again, this time as he came down he met the force of Yoongi’s thrusting up and they both moaned. “Shit…”

Jungkook nodded his head, shit is right. Damn Yoongi felt so good in him, he picked up his pace, bouncing in a smooth quick rhythm on Yoongi’s cock, morning himself breathless. Jungkook really loved this, the spontaneity of it all. Really he did, from the very moment Yoongi asked him to model back at the restaurant. He lowered himself pressed his lips against Yoongi’s, their lips just panting against each other, sharing breaths and pants. Hot wet breaths as Yoongi’s hips snap up into Jungkook.

Jungkook gets loud, Yoongi concludes as the younger shamelessly moans so loud he’s sure anyone in any of the studios on this floor could hear him. He wouldn’t doubt someone was here either, artist work on strange shifts. But Yoongi likes it, he liked how loud Jungkook gets, words slurring into meaningless mutters. Yoongi looks past Jungkook for a moment and notices the faintest hint of the sun against the horizon, they really have been up all night. The light is starting the cast shadows around the room and Yoongi is thrusting into Jungkook hard now, the boy shivering in his grip. They pound together so hard the sound of skin slapping resonates and fills the room. The glow of a dawn glistens against Jungkook bare wet back, and Jungkook is casting a shadow over Yoongi. A dark shadow and Yoongi can’t help but think, Jungkook really is a walking sin.

“Close.” Is all Jungkook mutters before his hand is slipping between their bodies and he’s slowly stroking himself. Yoongi is entranced by the fluttering expression Jungkook makes when the younger finally lands on a cute nose scrunch before climaxing between them.

Yoongi is not far behind, merely two thrust later and he’s groaning, grip on Jungkook tightening and then releasing. Body going limp. His head rolls back against the sofa and the room smells like sex. Jungkook lifts himself and collapse into the sofa, head propped by the arm rest. He’s exhausted and he’s pretty sure when he gets to he checks his phone he’s gonna have three dozen miss calls from his roommate Seokjin. But still, wow, worth it. He looks over at Yoongi, how godlike he looks and Jungkook’s mind is running in circles back to religion, but he doesn’t want to get into the technicalities right now so he pushed the thoughts aside. What do people usually say after one night stands. Great sex, thanks? He’s not sure what to say or how to say what he wants so he sits back up and leans towards Yoongi. The elders eyes are closed so he doesn’t see Jungkook lean forward are press a small, short, cute peck against his cheek. “Thanks.”

That definitely didn’t feel like something someone would do after a one night stand, and then the thought ponders Jungkook, what if he didn’t want this to be just a one night stand?

Yoongi opens his eyes, a little shaken. “You’re gorgeous, I hope you know that.” He lets out, turning towards Jungkook. “I don’t even have to look at those photos to know they came out exactly how I wanted them to.”

Jungkook blushes and not much happens after that. They get dressed and Yoongi scribbles his number down on the back of a photo he found pinned on the wall. The photo being quite simple and out of Yoongi’s usual aesthetic but still beautiful. It’s of an orange half peeled and Jungkook can’t help but giggle, because Yoongi feels a little like an orange half peeled and Jungkook wants to know more, peel more. They make their way down stairs, Yoongi’s hand heavy with a camera, sleep not even on his mind, he’s heading straight for the dark room. Jungkook on the other hand is exhausted and he’s contemplating calling off his shift for later today but decides against it since rent is due this week.

Once they’re down stairs they stand around for a moment before Yoongi is digging through his pockets for a smoke and lighter, placing them between his lips. “Text me your address so I can pay you, ‘kay?” He mumbled around the cigarette, flame in front of his face.

Jungkook shifts, discomfort visible on his face. He gives a small shrug. “Don’t worry about paying me, I had fun.” He gives a shy smile. Besides, Yoongi’s probably broke college kid and $500 just sound like too much he’s comfortable taking. All in all, he ended up having some great sex.

Yoongi furrows his eyebrows and lets out a breath of smoke. “You sure?”

Jungkook gives him another smile, this one more sly and he’s tugging the cigarette out Yoongi’s mouth and placing it in his own, giving a deep inhale and slow exhale. “I’m sure.” And with that he’s already walking down the street, photo with scribbled number in hand and a cigarette to hips lips and he’s leaving Yoongi breathless all over again. Yoongi doesn’t want to say it but he really might be head over heels for this kid.

*********

“Fuck Yoongi, do you even know who that guy is?!” Hoseok whispers harshly into Yoongi’s ear pointing at a middle age man in an expensive looking suit examining the blown up photo of Jungkook pressed against the window, hair matted wet, he looks cold and gives off an unforgiving aura, it’s hauntingly beautiful. Hoseok grabs Yoongi’s shoulders and squeeze them. “He writes for the New York Times Yoongi, the guy is fucking famous. And he’s here, at your first show.”

The gallery was here and the turnout was greater than Yoongi could have imagined. The lightwood floors where filled with all sorts of spectators, some with big names, some with cash in their pockets. Yoongi was dressed in his best suit, bow tie clean cut and a dark navy blue. He looked good, a little under slept but don’t all artist look like that. At least all good artist do. People frequently walked up to him and asked him questions about his work, what did it all mean? The question he got the most was about who the boy in the photos is. The question brought a smile to his lips. He was also being showered in praise by critics he only ever dreamed of being praised by.

Yoongi mouth drops and he lets out a “Oh shit.” He turns towards Hoseok. “Hope he writes something good about my work.”

“Hell Yoongi I would.” Hoseok says looking at the photo in front of them, this one Jungkook is sinking deep into the black carpet, melting into the ebony. Hoseok is swirling the fizzy orange drink poured into a wine glass as he spectated the photo. “This shit is deep hyung.” He lets out before looking down the rest of the wall, photos similar to each other, different frames. With in each frame however a different energy is being conveyed. “Where’s you get this model?”

“Some restaurant.” Yoongi answers too quick before realizing how dramatic Hoseok is. Before Hoseok could even open his mouth the ask questions Yoongi is answering them. “He was cute, I asked him to model for me and he said yeah.” He nods his head concluding the story before Hoseok gives him that look and Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Fine!” He exclaimed. “Yes, we fucked.”

Hoseok lips curl up into a grin Yoongi wants to slap off his face. “You sly dog.” He lets out before wrapping his arms over the olders shoulders. “I could already tell before I asked, he’s giving off these kind of want to be fucked vibes, you feel me?” Hoseok says, leaning closer. “Was it good?”

Yoongi sighs. “More than good, God Hoseok he was so mesmerizing. The way he talked and looked at me through the lense.” Yoongi’s shoulders fell. “Probably the best fuck of my life.” Yoongi feels something flutter in his stomach as he thinks about that night, the things that happened after the photo shoot and he wonders if Jungkook still thinks about it, but then he feels silly because damn, it was only two days ago. Give the kid time to send a text.

Those words where a big deal to hear out of Yoongi. He didn’t go around sleeping with everyone but he had his fair share of one night stands. Not to mention Yoongi is on the reserved side of things so for someone to rile is a pretty big deal. Jungkook more than riled him up and if that was translucent through the photos then good, he wanted everyone else to be just as riled as he was. Hoseok pats him on the back before going to fetch a drink for Jimin, Hoseok’s boyfriend. Jimin was pondering some photos by the back corner alone and Yoongi could just see expressions flutter his face as he stared at Jungkook. The kind of expressions Yoongi wanted to draw out of a viewer. He knew he was successful.

The first day of the gallery went on, night was approaching and Yoongi was still talking with whoever approached when he noticed a hint of smoke catch a glare of light from outside. He excused himself, passing through the never dying crowd. Yoongi’s heart started to beat as he pushed past the door, a wall of cold hitting him in the face along with the sight of Jungkook.

Yoongi’s heart melted. Jungkook was awkwardly placed in a slightly oversized suit, tugging at it a bit and fixing up his hair. He looked out of place, that’s for sure, and Yoongi hadn’t imagined seeing the younger here of all places, though in some way it seemed like a give. Jungkook blushed a bright red and Yoongi doesn’t really remember Jungkook being so shy two days ago. “Sorry, I’m just not use to this.” He says, gesturing to himself. He meant the suit, and being all dressed up, the formality. He’s a waiter, not some high end rich kid.

Yoongi just smiled. “Neither was I.” He says softly and it was true. He was just a scuffed up kid from Daegu, worlds away from suits and ties and tiny wine glasses laced in fingers. He stepped forward and tugged on Jungkook’s hand, slowly intertwining it with his own. “There are a lot of people that want to meet you.” He says excitedly, it was coursing in him.

Jungkook blushes because he already knows what those photos look like and being in a room of himself naked feels odd and like a scenario from a really weird wet dream if he’s being honest. Yoongi is tugging him in when Jungkook tugs back. “Wait… Yoongi.” He pauses, like that didn’t sound right. “Hyung.” Better. “Listen, the other night was really special for me.” He starts and it’s all too embarrassing. “And I know we just met, and I’m not saying we jump into anything but I just… I just want to get to know you more. I wanna know your story and watch you take photos, and I want to be in your photos.”

Yoongi squeezes Jungkook’s hand reassuringly. “Me too Jungkook.” Yoongi looks back at his gallery. “I’m kinda booked for the next two days but do you wanna go for breakfast after the gallery is over?” He ask.

Jungkook nods. “I would love that.”

With that Yoongi walks Jungkook inside the building.