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Honestly, Yoongi knew it was Jungkook’s fault. He didn’t want to admit it but it had never occurred to him that he was so dependent on someone else, not until he met him and gave him what he wanted. And the thing is, he doesn’t hate it.
Yoongi was weak, he knew. He craved attention and he hates being lonely. Ever since his dad left, he’s clinging onto Jungkook as if the boy was his only lifeline left.
And Jungkook loves it.
“You’ve succeeded, Jungkook.”
“What do you mean, love?”
“You wanted me all to yourself, and never to rely on anyone else other than you,” Yoongi explained. “You wanted me, all of me. Well, you’ve succeeded.”
A smirk. A dangerous one, Yoongi thought. “Then come here.”
“Why?”
“You belong in my arms and nowhere else.”
I can’t deny that, Yoongi thought bitterly. He hated himself for agreeing with him, and though it terrified him, he welcomed that fear because he knew Jungkook could give what he wanted.
So he steps into the arms of the devil who loves him.
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Jeon Jungkook.
The Jeon Family Group. Highly successful and influential. Many subsidiaries. Many companies. They bore over the business industry for many years and had control over almost everything.
The Jeon Family is famous in an intimidating way, being founded a century ago by their first-generation Jeon. They were hard workers and geared to succeed; achieving things no human could even begin to fathom.
They own multiple companies; stretching from different industries like food, hotel, medical, and fashion. They are also looking to venture towards technology and are currently working with a potential partnership.
They have two sons, namely Namjoon and Jungkook.
Namjoon was normal in every sense while Jungkook was strange since young. They were always given what they wanted and they never really learned what it means to be denied anything they wanted. They didn’t know what ‘no’ meant, and their parents gave them everything.
It caused more harm than not.
Jungkook despised sharing his items, be it food, clothes, or toys. He disliked people touching the things that belonged to him. His tantrums were getting worrisome. And the older he got, the worse it got. So his parents were rightfully worried, but they were surprised when he shared his toys and items with Yoongi.
He told them that the items mean nothing to him but it means more to Yoongi and Yoongi means the whole world to him. So he’d trade these items to see his Yoongi smile.
It was peculiar.
Strange but pleasing.
Yet worrying.
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Jungkook looks up when he hears footsteps and the smile on his face withers when he notices his hyung with a sullen face. He put aside the book and got up, closing the distance to see that his face was streaked with tears.
“What happened, hyung?”
“Dad left us,” he sniffed. “It’s only me and mum left.”
“Oh.” Jungkook went up to his best friend and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, resting his chin on his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m scared,” he said timidly.
“What are you scared of?”
“I’m scared my mum will leave me and I’ll be alone.”
“You won’t be alone, hyung,” he said. “I’ll be here for you. I won’t go anywhere.”
“You won’t?”
“Yes, I won’t leave you.”
“Do you promise me?”
“Yes, I promise.”
Yoongi burst into hysterical tears upon hearing the promise and Jungkook’s heart crunched, bringing himself close to his hyung - wrapping his arms around him as he murmured sweet nothings to his ear.
Yes, I won’t leave you, Jungkook thought. And you won’t leave me. I won’t let you.
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Jungkook and Yoongi met when they were kids.
They were neighbors. Jungkook and his family moved next door and they were invited for dinner but when they were there, Jungkook was throwing a tantrum while being scolded by his father. Yoongi clung to his mother as he watched the kid yell and whine, fearful of being near to a scary kid.
Yoongi was not too good with rowdy kids.
He remembered the moment where Jungkook stopped his tantrums to make his way to Yoongi, his doe eyes sparkling with awe. Both mothers were chatting about their kids, excited to have their kids be friends, and looked on eagerly to see Jungkook trying to communicate with the shy Yoongi.
“Dad, can I have him?” Jungkook asked, tugging on his father’s pant legs as he pointed to Yoongi who ducked behind his mother’s legs. “He looks so pretty. Can I have him?”
Jungkook’s father looked pained. “Sure, you can be friends with him Jungkook-ah.”
Hearing that spurred him forwards, inching towards the shy boy and offering a hand to him. “Hi, my name is Jungkook,” he introduced, making his voice soft like silk. “Let’s be friends!”
“Come now, Yoongi,” his mother chastised as she pulled him forward. “He wants to be your friend. Say hi.”
“H-hi.”
Yoongi was very shy when he met Jungkook for the first time. The fiery eyes, the confident smirk, and that look which young Yoongi didn’t understand at first. They hit it off rather quickly, much to the surprise of their parents and from there, their friendship formed.
Into something else entirely.
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“Hey, where’s Jungkook?”
Yoongi looked up to see a classmate of his appearing in front of him with a tentative look on his face. “The first thing you ask is where’s Jungkook?” he asked. “Do you miss him or something?”
“What the fuck? No!” he cried out. “You’re always with him. It’s odd to see him not here.”
“It’s none of your business, jackass.”
He rolled his eyes. “I see someone didn’t get his morning fix.”
“You better fuck off before I get Jungkook to break your ugly face.”
He blanched at Yoongi’s threat and scurried away immediately, heading towards the other side of the theatre hall - putting distance between them so he doesn’t have to see Yoongi’s mighty glare on his person.
Being Jungkook’s best friend comes with reparations and sometimes, not often mind you, Yoongi likes to use his name to scare people off and it works.
Honest to God, people are scared when they hear his name.
Minutes later, the man himself appeared and slid down onto the chair next to him - looking awful and sleep-deprived. Even though he looked like a hot mess, he was hot in Yoongi’s opinion.
“Did you sleep at the ass crack of dawn again?”
“Yeah, I was playing.”
“Overwatch again?”
“No, Genshin Impact.”
“What is that?”
“An RPG.”
“A what?”
Jungkook turns to look at him, a dark look sliding across his eyes as he accessed his best friend critically. Yoongi could feel his body tensing, and a strange sensation pooled at the pit of his stomach. He tried to keep that from bubbling.
“Google it, hyung.”
An involuntary shiver ran down his spine at the cold tone he used. Not here, Yoongi thought. Not here. Not now. Control yourself, Min Yoongi! He rolled his eyes at the reply but didn’t continue the conversation. Yoongi tried to calm himself down, and focus on the lesson at hand.
It was tough.
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“Here.”
“Are you taking care of me, Jeon?”
“I’ll take this back then.”
“Hey! You rascal!”
“Don’t be a brat, hyung,” he said softly. “I don’t have the patience today.”
Even if he said that Yoongi could feel the lightbulb lighting up in his head and he tried to hide the smile from forming on his face. He loved disturbing the younger boy and he loved teasing him.
“Don’t.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“I know that face.”
“I wasn’t making any faces.”
“You don’t need to,” he replied. “I know you.”
His statement made him smirk and he looked down at his food. Was he being too obvious? It’s a bit embarrassing. He felt a hand on his head, and he looked up to see Jungkook messing around with his hair - a serious look on his face before he continued with his lunch.
“Eat.”
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For this class, he was alone and though he was lonely, he knew that he was too dependent on Jungkook. It was a weakness of him, relying on him since they were kids and it was a tough habit to kick. He spun his pen and sat up, making himself comfortable as the professor entered the theatre hall.
I should focus, he thought.
Today’s elective was new so he didn’t know everybody and the professor passed notes down the rows, telling them that these new notes that he had printed will aid them in their reports. Yoongi waited as one of them got up to pass the stack of paper to him.
“Here you go.”
“Thank you,” he replied as he took the stack of papers, taking one for himself for passing over to the course mate behind him.
He flashed Yoongi a warm smile before he headed back to his seat.
Yoongi stared down at his paper and focused on the lesson at hand. It was a dry course and he found himself staring off into space or using his mobile phone more often than not. It was hard to stay awake, and it was even harder to keep his attention in the class before he found himself drifting asleep.
When class was finally over, he jumped up and quickly packed his things - shoving them in his bag so he could leave the classroom quickly or he’d be stuck in an elevator full of kids and he didn’t want to climb down the stairs to the ground floor.
He left the classroom amidst the others and he was contemplating to head to the staircase when he found the boy who smiled at him nearing him. He turned to him automatically, seeing him smile at him again and Yoongi knew he was about to talk to him.
“Hey.”
“Hi.”
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Yoongi.”
“That’s a pretty name.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m -“
“I’m rather busy,” Yoongi interrupted. “I’ll talk to you some other time.”
“Oh.”
Yoongi did not give him a second look and simply rushed down the stairs, winding steps until he reached the first floor. He pushed the doors open and walked out to the open - making his way towards the side gate to leave the University compound.
Let’s head home, Yoongi thought.
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“I’ve told you this multiple times, Min Yoongi.”
He shivered.
“You belong to me,” he said. “I’d appreciate it if you don’t go around having fun with other men. You know what happened the last time.”
His senses were screaming at him. No! This is wrong! They were yelling. Begging him. He fought against them. No, Yoongi thought. This is what I wanted. I wanted to belong to someone. And that is Jungkook.
“Words, hyung,” he said. “I want to hear them.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?” he asked as he tilted his head, his eyes darkened momentarily. “Are you being a brat again, hyung?”
“I am not.”
Jungkook closed the distance between them and as the man towered over him, Yoongi could feel his heart racing. He reached a tattooed hand out to grasp his throat, his fingers pressed flat against the jugular vein. Oh shit, he can know how fast my heart is beating, Yoongi thought.
“Oh darling,” Jungkook said, his eyes flashing with mischief as his voice dropped low, gravel and hypnotic. “I see someone is excited.”
“I … am not.”
“Don’t be stubborn,” he replied. His fingers were massaging his neck, and it feels so good. Yoongi’s eyes were fluttering shut. “You want me. I know you do.”
“You made me like this.”
He chuckled. “Indeed I did.”
“Then it’s your responsibility.”
“I plan to.”
“All of me?”
“All of you.”
“Then cuff me.”
Jungkook raised an eyebrow at the order given and Yoongi felt his heart palpitations rattling against his rib cage. The hold on his throat tightened and his eyes fell shut; rejoicing in the sensation.
“I’ve trained you too well.”
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Min Yoongi wasn’t what he was before he awakened the side of him which Jungkook loves. Honestly. I swear. He was a normal boy, with hopes and dreams and a future he wanted to achieve except that he has the Jeon Jungkook as a best friend.
It all started innocently.
Nobody cared about a clingy boy who hated sharing. The teachers simply thought that he was being adorable and though they told him that it was good to share, he only shared with one boy. Nobody thought much about that, it was something that can be unlearned.
But it developed into something else entirely.
However, Min Yoongi was happy that he had Jungkook as his best friend. That was enough for him. He was happy that the boy was giving him attention, lending him his toys, and spending time with him. He felt special. Jungkook was special to him. He felt that he could be happy with Jungkook, and always snuck out to play with him.
Jungkook was always with him, which ultimately made Yoongi depend on him. He was never without the best friend, going to school and going home together. Out during weekends and holidays. They spend every waking moment together they are almost joined at the hip.
And nobody thought otherwise.
And now they can’t go back.
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Yoongi sipped his caramel macchiato with a frown and set it on the table as he typed on his laptop. He was busy typing out a report and he paused for a moment to refer to his notes before he continued typing. It was a typical scene for a university student trying to submit his assignments on time.
He was sipping his caramel macchiato again when the chair opposite him was dragged backward and he looked up in confusion to see a beautiful man standing before him.
“What are you doing?”
“Uhm, can I sit here?” he asked. “There isn’t any space available.”
Yoongi looked around the cafe and noticed that it indeed was full. “No, I’m waiting for someone,” he replied. “Sorry.”
He looked disappointed. “Oh, okay.”
Yoongi tried to look apologetic as the man walked away but he was irked that he dared to pull out a chair even before asking. The lack of human decency was appalling. He cannot believe that anyone would do that at this time of era, and he put aside the moment to focus on the matter at hand.
An hour later, the chair opposite him was dragged back noisily and Yoongi reacted without thought. “I said I’m waiting for someone,” he said and looked up. “What the fuck are you -”
The words in his mouth dried when he saw Jungkook raising an eyebrow at him as he took a seat. “It’s me, hyung,” he replied. “Don’t need to get your panties in a twist.”
Oh, I would want you to do that, Yoongi thought unabashedly. “Someone tried to take a seat earlier,” he explained. “It was a reflex.”
“Who was it?”
“I don’t know I’ve never seen him before.”
“Hmm.”
Yoongi didn’t say more as the younger got up to order his usual drinks and dessert combo, leaving him behind and so he resumed with his work. He had a feeling that Jungkook was about to do something again, he could feel that familiar feeling brewing in his gut.
I hope I’m wrong, he thought.
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Yoongi stood in the bathroom, facing the mirror and he admired the marks on his pale, snow-white skin. They were flawless, except for the myriad of bite marks, hickies that spanned across his neck, collarbone, chest, and scattered around his waist, all the way down to his navel and inner thighs.
They were pretty.
It made him look beautiful.
He loved how those marks made him feel and he had a little smile playing on his face the longer he stared at them. He loved being marked, loved being owned and he loved just how sexy it made him look. He tilted his head a little, seeing his neck and the way the hickies decorated the skin.
Oh, I look so pretty, he thought.
“Yes, you are.” A deep, sultry voice interrupted his inner monologue.
He jumped a little as he saw Jungkook hanging by the doorway looking at him with darkening eyes and a little smirk that he knew too well. A tattooed hand was holding onto the doorframe and Yoongi visibly gulped at just how sexy and erotic he looked; even when he wasn’t doing anything.
“What?”
“You. You are pretty.”
He giggled at his words and his cheeks flushed, the heat spreading to his ears. He loved hearing praises. Loved giving them too. Jungkook headed inside the bathroom, towering over his hyung, and held his chin with two fingers; tilting it up so he could look at his eyes.
“Round two?”
“Yes,” he breathed. “Yes.”
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Yoongi snapped his head up when he heard the door being unlocked and the lock whirring. It was the dead of the night and Jungkook was finally home. Where has he been? Yoongi wondered as he sat up in the dark room, twisting around to see his shadow by the doorway.
“Jungkook?”
He didn’t answer. The man himself stood staring ahead; deep in his thoughts. His silence was scaring him. Yoongi could smell blood on him and he quickly flicked on the lights; flooding the bedroom with brightness to reveal what he had been hiding. Yoongi let out a gasp at the horror before him.
What has he done?
“Jungkook.”
Silence.
“Jungkook!”
He seemed to snap out of the haze, the manic look in his eyes disappeared to be replaced by his usual doe-eyed look that Yoongi loved. He seemed to remember where he was, registered the pale look on his hyung’s face, and then looked down at his own hands. They were covered with blood.
“Are you afraid of me, hyung?”
That was not the question Yoongi wanted to hear.
“Did you kill someone again?”
He tilted his head. “He was disturbing you,” he said. He turned angry. “I don’t want anyone taking you away from me!”
“Hey! I’ve told you many times I won’t go anywhere! I’m not going to break my promise!” Yoongi yelled. “You don’t have to kill people! You’re lucky you’re rich or you won’t even get away with this, Jungkook!”
“But hyung -“
“Enough! No more killing!”
Jungkook looked lost, and Yoongi couldn’t stop his heart from shaking. With fear or anger, he doesn’t know. Wanting some normalcy, he made the younger boy take a shower and get rid of his clothes; the bloodstains were a sick reminder of what he had done.
Yoongi didn’t know what else to do or say. He’s murdered someone and he knew that the Jeon’s had the influence, money, and power to hide that from the public’s eye.
How long had he been doing this? How many people had he silenced? How many cover-ups? Did his family know? Was Namjoon part of this? It made sense why all the boys that he had an interest in ended up disappearing.
Jungkook was a monster and he doesn’t know if he loved him more.
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Jungkook entered their bedroom and crawled into bed with him, ducking underneath the covers to cuddle his hyung. Yoongi was wide awake; feigning sleep and allowed him to wrap his arms around his torso. He felt better with him near, the warmth from his body comforted him.
“I love you, hyung.”
“No more killing, Jungkook.”
“I can’t promise you that.”
“Please, don’t.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“You can’t murder someone whenever they decide to mess around with me, Jungkook,” Yoongi explained quietly. “You’ve been doing that since kindergarten. You can’t do that. It’s not right. Don’t you trust me?”
“I trust you, hyung,” he said. “But I don’t trust them.”
“No one will take me away from you,” Yoongi said firmly. “I made a promise.”
“I know.”
“You’re getting worse by day, Jungkook,” he said with worth. “You’re getting more anxious.”
“I can’t help it,” he replied. “I just want to make you mine.”
“I already am yours.”
“Not yet.”
“What?”
“Not yet.”
What does that mean?
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Yoongi loved being like this. Drunk, high on excitement, and breaking rules. He loved it. A smile framed his lips as he swayed his hips, letting the music control the movement of his body and he enjoyed the electrifying moment. He could feel the tension in his shoulders disappearing and the stress slowly dancing away.
A warm body appeared behind him and he could smell cologne wafting in his nostrils before he felt a pair of hands appearing on his waist. He backed into the warmth, feeling the lean chest pressing against him and the length rubbing against his ass. He heard a laugh and a tongue flicked out to lick his ear.
“Aren’t you a hot mess?”
“Yes, I am,” he replied, their bodies gyrating along with the music and he could feel the heat fueling his courage. Yoongi threw his head back, resting it against his chest. It feels so good. He feels so alive. This was the moment.
“Want to go somewhere for a good time?”
“Yes -”
The warm body disappeared and he turned around to see a livid Jungkook appearing opposite him. Oops, he’s been caught. His eyes were dangerous - dark with intent and he knew the kind of trouble he’s in. But Yoongi felt even more alive, electrifying and he downed the rest of the drink before flashing him a wicked grin.
“You’re here quick.”
“Let’s go.”
“No,” Yoongi replied as he swayed his hips in a circular motion, tongue dangling out as a smirk framed his lips, feeling sexy and eager to push Jungkook’s buttons as he ran a hand down his torso - watching as his eyes followed his hand. He was dancing only for one, he was a tease all right.
Jungkook swooped in, a warning hand on his throat which made Yoongi stop dancing as his eyes fell shut - welcoming the feeling of being dominated by the one man he wanted to be devoured. Yoongi feels his face being scrutinized, and he feels his lips on his ear. He trembled as he felt his hot breath.
“Don’t be a brat,” he said and bit his ear before leaving him behind the dance floor.
“Yes, sir.”
The ride home was silent. Jungkook was silently fuming and Yoongi was pleased with himself at how the night had turned out, even though he knew he was deep in trouble. But, Yoongi being Yoongi, he slid a hand on Jungkook’s thigh which made the younger grip the steering wheel hard.
“I didn’t teach you to be a brat, Yoongi.”
“I know.”
Yoongi was shivering with excitement as they left the car and walked to their shared house and all was peaceful until the door shut behind him. The door lock whirred shut and then not a second later, he was pinned against the wall, a hand on his throat as his lips were ravaged by a hungry predator.
He was left a ragged mess as Jungkook stalked away, and Yoongi being Yoongi, followed him along to his bedroom like a lost puppy. He craved for that high, and Jungkook was the only one who could give that to him.
“Do you still want to be a brat, Yoongi?” Jungkook asked as he started peeling off his shirt, showing off his broad back and sculpted shoulder blades.
Yoongi gulped audibly as he could see the contours of the muscular back. He craved to touch it. He wanted to. Will he be fucked to oblivion tonight? He couldn’t wait. He couldn’t.
“But you liked it when I am,” Yoongi answered.
He turned around to face his hyung; an innocent look plastered on his beautiful face and he chuckled, knowing full well what his brat craved so he jerked his head over, making Yoongi comply.
He sat down at the foot of his bed, spreading his thighs and giving a commanding look to Yoongi who melted to his knees immediately; eager to please and eager to get fucked. Eager to savor his dick, eager to eat, he was very eager today.
“Don’t use your hands.”
And Yoongi complied.
Yoongi wastes no time - leans forward, ass in the air and hands supporting him to lay kisses on the mound of his jeans - moans rippling from his lips until he’s nuzzled against Jungkook’s hardening cock.
Jungkook helped to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans, shifting a little to let him have more access between his legs. Yoongi was eager to show how far he can take Jungkook now.
He’s been practicing, you see.
He’s proud of how far he’s come.
With his teeth, he pulled the zipper down to reveal the bulge and he began to savor his meal, leaving wet open-mouthed kisses down the cloth - using his lips, and tongue, he took pride in knowing that he had the skill to make Jungkook hard.
He didn’t care that his face was covered with saliva because all he wanted was to bury his face against his cock. He pulled his boxers down, wanting to free his dick and it flopped out hard; making him let out a moan.
It was beautiful. The veins throbbing along the shaft. The smooth pink skin. Everything about Jungkook was beautiful. A masterpiece and he was able to savor every inch of him as much as he liked.
Maybe because Yoongi took too long to admire his cock that he felt Jungkook’s hand grab a fistful of his hair, guiding his mouth to his cock. The appendage was throbbing with need and he was moaning prettily.
“Take me whole.”
Heeding his command, Yoongi unhinged his jaw and had to open his mouth wide to take Jungkook halfway. He lets out a moan as Yoongi takes his cock whole. His eyes water at the cock pressing at the back of his throat and he sets his jaw - breathes out through his nose as he sinks himself down.
Oh, this is heaven. I’ve stepped into the gates of heaven, Yoongi thought.
As always, Jungkook was full of praise for his hyung. He let his voice drop down to a deep, silky tone - knowing that it makes Yoongi feel hypnotized as he guided the boy, knowing that he wanted to see how deep he can take him.
“That’s good, love,” Jungkook breathes, panting as he brushes his hair out of his eyes. He sounds proud. Relieved. “You’re getting better. Yes, there. Very good, baby.”
That’s all that Yoongi wanted to hear.
He lets his senses dull, his throat getting used to the stimulation and he goes deeper every single time, in a smooth yet hypnotic rhythm. He was careful to keep his teeth aside, his tongue savoring every inch of delicious cock and if he could do this all day, he would.
Jungkook let out a groan, throwing his head back as his hips bucked a little. He was close, Yoongi knew and he was about to get rough. He couldn’t wait. Fingers fisted in his hair and the rhythm he had set was fastened; as Jungkook was near to his release.
He gets rough when he’s getting close and Yoongi loves it. His eyes watered every time his cock hit the back of his throat and saliva had dribbled down the sides of his mouth; enough to lubricate him.
Yoongi feels wet and heady but he loves every minute of it. He knew Jungkook loved how he looked whenever he gave him a blow job and he loved how it made him feel. Powerful, and beautiful.
“You’re so beautiful, my love,” he whispered harshly as the hold on his hair tightened until his scalp ached and he rolled his hips - making him gag at the sudden change in pace. “Oh, you look so good, sweetheart. You’re doing good.”
He let out a moan, wanting Jungkook to cum in his mouth and he took over immediately; pushing his cock to the back of his throat - making his eyes smart as he took in everything.
Yoongi loves this moment, the pause between ecstasy and pleasure. The calm before the storm. The silence before the dam breaks. Jungkook let out a growl, yanked Yoongi back a little as he cummed in his mouth - shooting load after load down his throat, a smile spread across his face.
“You did well.”
“Please. Please?”
“Words, hyung. I want to hear words.”
“I want to be fucked, please. Please fuck me. Rail me. Please, Jungkook? Please?”
He smiled. “Come here,” he said. “Up on the bed.”
Yoongi got on the bed as directed and before he could collect himself, his pants were pulled down including his boxers, earning a cry of shock from the older.
“Show your pretty ass to me, hyung.”
Eager to please, he did as instructed and arched his hips up so his ass was displayed like it deserved to be. He could hear Jungkook shifting behind him and then a hot breath on his hole before a tongue dragged itself across the sensitive skin, earning a cry of shock.
Jungkook let out a moan as he savoured the meal before him, smiling as he heard a whimper from his hyung. He took pride in making his legs shake and he loved making the older beg him for more. He loved knowing that it was him that his hyung was begging for.
Loved knowing that his hyung only wanted him, only had eyes for him and only beg and whimper his name. He goes absolutely wild hearing him cum for him, seeing him orgasm and writhe underneath him as he pounds into his hyung.
Yoongi was all his to own, to bear.
He was so beautiful, so angelic, and he was all his.
No one will take him away from him. No pathetic soul will dare to sink his claws into him. No other human mattered. It’s just his hyung and him, like it has always been.
Jungkook likes to take it slow. He turned him around, into a missionary position so he could document each facial expression his hyung makes at every movement of his fingers. He loved seeing the wide categories; storing them away in his mind so he could refer to them whenever he feels horny.
He loves hearing every whimper, every Jungkook and every please that leaves his pearl lips. He craved hearing the raspy voice and how electrifying it made him feel.
It made him feel alive.
“Please Jungkook!” he cried. “I can’t -“
Pulling his fingers out made him let out a whimper, he pulled on a condom and slathered more lube on his throbbing cock and splayed open his pale legs even further as he inched his way forwards, aligned his cock to his hole - both men eager to feel more.
As he pounds into his hyung, each cry of pleasure and each cry of his name are enough to send him to heaven. He could listen to him beg, he could listen to his voice and nothing else. He would be sated for the rest of his life.
His hyung was so beautiful, so precious, so heavenly.
Each hard thrust binds them together.
Each calculated pound seals their fate together.
But Jungkook feels that it’s not enough. He needs to do something else to bind Min Yoongi to him forever.
It was selfish of him but they made a promise and Jungkook wanted that to happen. He wanted that confirmation. He needed that to happen or he wouldn’t be able to feel easy.
Yoongi arched his back and wrapped his legs around his thin waist, crossing his feet at the small of his back so with each numbing thrust, he could feel his cock going deeper each time.
Jungkook seemed to know what his hyung was trying to do, hooking his arms over his pretty legs and pulling him up higher which earned him a pretty cry of pleasure from the older man.
He had his head thrown back, revealing his pretty neck slicked with sweat - his mouth hanging open with raspy cries. Jungkook wanted to nip at it, run his teeth down his skin and mark him but he can do that later.
“Jungkook!”
He’s getting close, Jungkook thought.
“Jungkook! There! Please -“
Jungkook was fixated at his words and gave him what his baby wanted; changing from his hard thrusts to rolling, rocking and his hips to hit his prostate repeatedly, relentlessly and watching as Yoongi held on to dear life.
He scrambles for purchase on his forearms as Jungkook maintains the pressure on his prostate, driving him wild and he couldn’t stop the disembodied moans from leaving his open mouth.
Jungkook rolls upwards, listens to Yoongi making the prettiest cry and watches as his damp hair causes rivulets of mint to form prettily on his forehead.
“Love your cock -“
Jungkook smiles. “It’s made for you, Yoongi.”
“Yes,” he starts and stops. His voice was slurring. He was getting close. “Yes, it’s made for me - just for me -“
Jungkook focused on his prostate, knowing a better angle by sitting up on his haunches and hoisting his legs over his waist, earning a pretty mewl of desperation from Yoongi who’s grabbed onto the white sheets.
“I want to see you come,” Jungkook said. “Let me see you come, baby.”
Neither of them reached for his leaking cock. They’ve done it a few times, letting Yoongi come untouched. Jungkook loves seeing him writhe and tremble underneath him and Yoongi loved the intensity building up; throbbing and pulsating.
He loves it.
One thrust and he watches his hyung climax, his cock pulsed - off-white cum leaks from the slit and a few more thrusts and Jungkook comes next, gasping as his body trembles, overwhelmed, drowning deeper.
Yoongi’s eyes had gotten all glassy and he had a faraway look as he repeatedly called for Jungkook. He had a vice like grip on his forearm, cum pools on his navel, and he looked spent; beautiful and all his to own.
“I love you, Jungkook.”
Yes, he knows what he ought to do.
.
Yoongi knew Jungkook wouldn't stop his rampage. Ever since that day, that boy gave him a smile and his number, Jungkook was acting all sorts of weird and had been clingier than ever. Though he could hardly complain about the mind-blowing sex he was getting each night, he can’t help but be worried about the younger boy.
When he didn’t see that boy, he knew something was up so he left class and called Jungkook but couldn’t get through. He knew his mobile phone was switched off and the only other place he could get him was at their shared apartment so he went home as fast as he could.
He burst into the apartment, the door slamming onto the wall as he barged in and he saw Jungkook inside the bathroom, bent over the sink trying to wash away the blood on his hands. He was coated with them and his face was streaked with it. He looked up in shock when he heard Yoongi entering the room.
“You …”
“Hyung -”
“What the fuck did you do?” Yoongi yelled. “Did you kill that boy?”
“Hyung, please listen to me.”
“Jungkook, what will satisfy you? What will stop you from committing homicide?” Yoongi demanded as he grabbed at his hair in frustration. “What more can I give you to make you satisfied with life?”
Jungkook stared at his hyung with wide eyes, making Yoongi falter in his anger. His doe eyes, filled with the known galaxies of the universe were his weakness. He could perish and beg to fall into them every single time. Yoongi knew he could willingly step into Valhalla if he could see those eyes once more.
“Jungkook -”
“I am doing all these for you,” he replied. “All of these.”
“Why?” he cried. “Why can’t you ask me normally? I would’ve said yes!”
“No, I need you to want me,” he replied. “Crave for me. Yearn for me. All of your thoughts must be me and only me, no one else.”
“Then you don’t know me well enough, Jeon Jungkook!”
“Wait -”
Min Yoongi stormed out of the shared apartment but Jeon Jungkook was faster than he was, grasping him by the shoulder to twirl him around and slammed him hard against the door. His arms blocked off his escape route and he tilted his head, eyes ever so serious as he stared right into his soul.
Yoongi was trapped, both physically and emotionally.
“You’re not leaving.”
Yoongi tried to still his racing heart. He just wanted to fall into those eyes and stay there forever. “You murdered people,” he said. “How can I let that slide? Why on Earth did you do that?”
“I did all for you,” he said.
“But why -“
“They just need to be out of the picture so -“
“My attention on you has never waned. My love for you has grown stronger. My desire for you has never stopped,” Yoongi interrupts in a whisper. “You’re all that I have. You’re all that I want. You’re all that I will ever need. What more should I say, what more should I do to make you feel that you have all of me?”
Jungkook let out a breath and chuckled, as he rested his head on his shoulder. His arms dropped to his sides. Yoongi took that as a good sign and went to wrap his arms around his waist, pulling up his shirt to feel his skin on his hands.
“Hyung.”
“Yes?”
“I’ll make love to you all night.”
He sucked in a breath.
“Be prepared.”