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At first, it’s funny. Seokjin doing a country song? Jungkook and Jimin laugh about it when he first tells them about it, over a dinner on a weekend they take leave from the army. Jimin laughs about Seokjin wearing a cowboy hat, and Jungkook smiles as he pictures it, the goofy hat and Seokjin’s beautiful face.

Probably something pink and sparkly. Something ridiculous. After all, it’s what their hyung does best.

Seokjin takes it well, laughing along with them—perhaps even louder—and says it will be fun. Jungkook admires that he doesn’t take himself too seriously—maybe even to a fault. He just does things to make the members or ARMYs laugh, with very little consideration for if it makes him look cool or hot or anything the rest of them might worry about, which is one of the things Jungkook most admires about him.

It’s still funny when Jimin and Jungkook huddle together in Jimin’s bunk a month before their discharge, listening to their hyung’s new album when they get a break from their duties. The song is fun, a little absurd, and makes no real sense.

Both of them asking ‘what the hell are the lyrics even about?’

Neither of them know, and Seokjin declines to answer when they ask him later. He's laughing about it, enjoying that people are having fun with it. From tuna to lassos, he thinks it's fun to have a song that people can have a laugh with.

After their discharge, as Jungkook sits in the crowd of Seokjin’s solo tour with Jimin and Yoongi, it’s different. Watching Seokjin perform this absolutely ridiculous song, it becomes…a lot less funny.

Suddenly, his oldest hyung, the one he’s relied on for so many years, the one who he goofs around with, the one who always knows how to make him laugh even when he’s feeling sulky…is hot.

He’s transfixed, taking in the way that Seokjin moves around on stage. Those pretty, full lips as he sings. The way the sweat runs down his neck. The confidence he moves with. The confidence is new. How can he be this hot performing an insane song that's for some reason about lassos? It doesn't even make sense.

It’s earth-shattering.

Before he realizes it, there’s a stirring in his pants. Embarrassment washes over him. He shifts uncomfortably, trying not to make it obvious that something is suddenly wrong. Jimin and Yoongi are next to him, seemingly unbothered by the sight before them, just smiling and laughing at the performance.

He’s vaguely aware of them, but he’s not paying attention, too focused on Seokjin on that stage. It’s not like Jungkook doesn’t have eyes, he knows he’s handsome. God, Seokjin would never let anyone forget it.

But this…this is something else.

Something that feels…oddly familiar.

“You okay?” Jimin asks, nudging him in the ribs lightly.

Jungkook doesn’t look away from the stage. “Uh-huh.” Which is already unusual. If anyone can pull him out of his own thoughts it’s usually Jimin.

Something about the planes of Seokjin’s face, the confidence, the way he’s laughing about this stupid song…somehow it all just makes him hotter. Even the way he does that absolutely ridiculous lassoing motion. Jungkook knows he should be laughing, but instead it just makes him think about tying him up and having his way with him.

Which is really not something he should be thinking about. Not about his hyung.

Liking guys isn’t exactly new to Jungkook, he’s known since he was a teenager. A couple of experiments with Jimin and one guy from school, and he pretty much figured out that he liked guys. Aside from those experiments when they were younger, though, Jungkook stays away from trying to mess around with the members. It would be messy, after all.

That doesn’t stop Namjoon and Yoongi during late nights working through lyrics, and it doesn’t stop Jimin from sleeping with a number of the members at one point or another. But Jungkook doesn’t really care what they do, it’s for his own sanity that he stayed away.

It makes him wonder. To the best of his knowledge, Seokjin also doesn’t sleep with any of the other members. Not that he’s ever heard. Not that he wants to hear.

One time he walked in on Seokjin and one of their backup dancers in a compromising position. The dancer was between his legs, hands underneath Seokjin’s shirt as he kissed his neck. Jungkook had just stood there, frozen, until Seokjin noticed. And even they they just stared at each other, heat washing over Jungkook as they made eye contact. It struck him in that moment both that he should go and that Seokjin looked incredible that way, his hair all messed up and lips marked a pretty shade of red.

The dancer noticing was what broke the moment, the stare between them. “Is he going to watch?” the dancer asked.

Jungkook had choked down a response and left quickly, feeling far too flushed than he should have. The moment had returned to him all too often, though, in the showers when no one else was awake and he could touch himself and wash away the shame afterward.

So he’s pretty sure Seokjin isn’t straight, at least. Though they never even talked about that moment.

Which just makes this all a little more…complicated.

Seeing Seokjin on stage like this is stirring up something. Something that maybe…just maybe, Jungkook has tried to forget about over the years. Tried to shove somewhere in the recesses of his mind, just how hot Seokjin can be. Suddenly, he can’t escape it.

At the end of the concert, Jungkook is still transfixed. Was he just in the military too long? Has he lost all of his senses? Or has Seokjin somehow gotten a million times hotter while he was away? If that’s possible.

It’s baffling, and the worst part is he isn’t sure what to say to him. The four of them are supposed to go grab dinner, yet somehow Jungkook feels…giddy. It’s weird, and as they all crowd around a table, he pulls his hood lower. Whether he’s trying to hide from people or from the members, he isn’t really sure.

The only thing that works in his favor is that being quiet isn’t entirely unusual, he often lets his hyungs talk as he just listens and nods along. For the most part, this is no different. Jimin talks excitedly and Seokjin laughs, telling his own stories about preparing for the tour and things he hopes no one noticed onstage.

“Jungkookie, what did you think?” Seokjin asks him, smiling widely.

The problem is, Jungkook figured that the whole thing was temporary. That it was just something about watching Seokjin onstage, something even about that stupid song. And once it was over, things would go right back to normal. It would be just regular goofy Seokjin and Jungkook could return to business as usual. Maybe even tease him about how ridiculous Rope It is.

Unfortunately, that doesn’t happen. Jungkook is still transfixed. Seokjin’s hair is still a little damp, and he has this urge to brush it away from his eyes. He wants to see how he’d look underneath him.

Shit.

“Kookie?” Jimin prods.

Heat sweeps up the back of his neck and face, realizing he’s been quiet too long. “O-oh, sorry. You were great, hyung.” He smiles brightly, hoping no one is looking too close.

But he’s never been lucky enough to fly under the radar when he wants to. The problem of being the maknae is they all watch over him, they all notice when something is off. For better and worse.

Because worst of all, Seokjin’s smile falters. “You didn’t like it?”

It would be easier—maybe—if it was a joke. But there’s that look in Seokjin’s eyes like he really cares what Jungkook has to say. Like his opinion matters. It’s somehow suffocating, because Jungkook can hardly think straight.

He shakes his head, trying his best to recover. “I did, you sounded great. I…Rope It is a lot cooler live than it sounded on the album.” He tries to veer into teasing, tries to lighten the mood. Tries to ignore that he’s still fucking hard.

Seokjin laughs. “Think the hat was too much?”

Jungkook realizes immediately he should have never even brought up that damned song. Because now he’s remembering it again in vivid detail. “I…no, no, it was just the right amount.” He grabs his water, gulping it down, hoping they’ll move on. Hoping he can forget that image in his mind.

It doesn’t work. Jimin and Seokjin move on, sure, but it’s still burned in his mind. Yoongi fixes him with a long stare, like he already knows exactly what the problem is. Like he can see right through Jungkook’s quiet ways, see the thoughts racing through his head.

And maybe he can. Because when they get ready to go, Yoongi asks Jimin to go with him, leaving Jungkook and Seokjin to ride together. He parts his lips to protest, but Seokjin is smiling so sweetly that he can’t find the heart to suggest otherwise. Wordlessly, he crawls in, and Seokjin follows after him.

It all feels a little too real. There’s this heat emanating off of Seokjin’s body, and just this overall thrum of electricity. Jungkook is at a loss. Unfortunately, when Jungkook is feeling out of sorts, he has a tendency to just say things before his mind can fully catch up.

“When did you get so hot, hyung?” is what comes out. Of all things. His neck burns.

Seokjin’s eyes widen, mouth dropping open in outrage. “Yah! What’s that supposed to mean, you punk? Do you know who I am?”

Jungkook laughs, shrugging a shoulder. Trying his best to recover even though he wants to melt into the ground. “You weren’t this hot before.”

Seokjin blinks. Once. Twice. A third for good measure. “Does worldwide handsome mean nothing to you, you brat?”

It should make it easier, it should make it so much simpler. It doesn’t. “Sure, always handsome. But not hot.”

“I’m always hot! What are you even talking about?” Seokjin’s lips quirk slightly, like he’s trying not to laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.

Jungkook would too, if he wasn’t too busy kicking himself for saying more than he should have. It’s veering dangerously close to the truth, to something he can’t take back. He shrugs. “You changed, that’s all.”

If only he could just stop fucking talking.

Seokjin frowns at him for a moment, lips a pretty cherry red. “I’m the same. What made you suddenly decide this, huh? What finally opened your eyes to what everyone else has known for years?”

He knows he shouldn’t say it. Knows he should just change the topic. But Jungkook is nothing if not honest. For better and worse. “Rope It,” he mumbles, turning away to look out the window, seeing the city pass them by. Anything is better than looking at Seokjin right now, anything would be better than seeing him laugh at him—or worse, to realize he’s serious.

There’s a moment of silence. “The song you said was stupid?”

Jungkook flushes. “I don’t know, hyung, you just…looked really good on stage.”

“Wow, didn’t expect you to have a thing for cowboy hats.”

Turning to glare at Seokjin, he’s unfortunately just struck again by just how fucking hot he is. There’s this overwhelming urge to kiss him, to see how much he can make those full lips of his swell and turn an even prettier shade of red.

Fuck.

“It’s not the hat…”

“Huh?”

Before Seokjin can figure it out on his own, Jungkook gives into his urges. Against his better judgement, despite the surge of uncertainty running through him. He leans in and closes the distance, pressing a quick kiss to those pretty pink lips. Seokjin freezes against him, and a chill runs down Jungkook’s spine.

Oh god. He’s fucked up.

Pulling away, eyes wide, a million thoughts race through his head. He’s just completely fucked up his relationship with his favorite hyung forever. Seokjin is going to hate him. He’s going to laugh at him or tell the rest of the members that their little maknae became a weird pervert while in the military, and life is never going to be the same.

But Seokjin is just staring at him, bewildered. Eyes bright and shiny, just visible from the lights in the city passing them by. He’s slack-jawed, and fuck, he looks so pretty like that. “…huh?” is all he manages to get out.

Jungkook is panicking. Why did he do that? Why couldn’t he have just taken this to his grave, why couldn’t he have just jerked off to the thought later? Oh god, jerking off to his beloved Jin-hyung? What was wrong with him?

It wouldn’t be the first time, an unhelpful voice in the back of his mind offers. Or the second. Or the tenth.

“S-sorry….hyung. Let’s just forget it, huh?” He’s staring back at Seokjin with wide eyes, trying not to panic too much about what just happened.

Seokjin licks his lips, and it’s maddening. His pink tongue darting out over those pretty full lips. Still against his better judgment, it stirs arousal low in Jungkook’s belly. “You have a thing for me?” Seokjin persists, very much not forgetting it.

He swallows. Shrugs. Buying himself time to come up with something other than- “Maybe.” Why did he say that?

There’s this flash of something in Seokjin’s eyes, but he looks away before Jungkook can start figuring out what it is. “Kookie…”

It should be enough to send Jungkook into a spiral, to make him completely abandon the idea. To pretend like it was all a big joke, something—anything—was better than this. But he can’t. He’s come this far, and every time he looks over at Seokjin, he sees the pretty eyelashes, the sharp jaw, the pale skin he wants to kiss so badly. “Hyung…” He scoots closer until they’re hip to hip.

Seokjin glances at him—well, glances at his shoulder really, he seems to be avoiding eye contact. “Jungkook, come on. Don’t tease your hyung, okay? I’m too old for these games!” The phrase is familiar, but there’s a softness in his voice that isn’t. Like he really doesn’t have the heart for games, if it is one.

He’s panicking too.

And that’s what makes Jungkook act. He reaches out, sliding a finger along Seokjin’s jaw to turn his face toward him. Their eyes meet for a moment, and fuck, maybe Jungkook understands exactly why Seokjin was avoiding eye contact. There’s something burning there, and it sends a wave of arousal coursing through him. He wants to devour his pretty hyung.

Leaning in, he kisses Seokjin again. This time, he doesn’t pull away immediately. Seokjin’s lips are so soft against his, and even worse, he’s all pliant against him. He doesn’t exactly kiss Jungkook back at first, but he doesn’t push him away either.

Jungkook kisses him harder, licking at the seam of Seokjin’s lips, which causes him to finally part his lips, his hand coming to rest on Jungkook’s neck as he kisses him back. He slides his tongue inside Seokjin’s mouth, savoring the sensation of wet heat against him, the way that his hyung melts against him. Kissing Seokjin is so much better than he expected it to be.

And that’s when it clicks into place. All those late nights of Jungkook seeking Seokjin’s attention, all the play fighting with him, all the ways they’d tease each other. The way he would seek him out when he was sad or homesick or blaming himself because he wanted comforting. The way his beloved Seokjin hyung had crossed his mind a few too many times when he jerked off in the shower stalls late at night in their dorms, coming so hard he almost passed out.

Fuck. He’s been wanting to do this for a long time.

The grip on his neck tightens, and Seokjin lets out the most devastating sound into the kiss, almost a whine. And Jungkook realizes maybe Seokjin has wanted this too. Jungkook’s hand moves, trailing down his hyung’s back, wanting to feel more of him. Wanting to feel every part of him. There’s too many clothes in his way, they’re in a cramped car, and nothing is quite what it should be. But it’s enough for now, it has to be.

His hand goes to Seokjin’s hip, and all at once, he pulls. Seokjin breaks the kiss in surprise, but quickly recovers and catches the hint, swinging his leg over Jungkook until he’s straddling him. Jungkook looks up at him, and his cock throbs in his pants, taking in the way his hyung’s lips are all red and kiss-swollen already.

His gaze darts to his adam’s apple as he swallows, and he pulls Seokjin to him. Like it isn’t enough to have him on top of him, he needs more. Needs to taste him. He licks a stripe along his neck, savoring the sensation of Seokjin shivering against him, a soft breathy sound leaving his lips.

Realistically, they really shouldn’t be doing this. Not here. Their drivers know better than to say anything, but it seems a little disrespectful to be moaning and groaning in the backseat while they’re just trying to take them home. But Jungkook is too far gone to care, too enamored with this beautiful man on his lap, letting him kiss and lick his beautiful throat.

Seokjin’s hands come to Jungkook’s chest, and he feels for a moment. “When did you get so big?” he grumbles.

Jungkook can’t help but grin. “My muscles aren’t the only thing that’s big, hyung.”

“Yah! Don’t be nasty.”

Which seems like an ironic thing to say given Seokjin is the one in his lap, feeling his chest, whining softly at Jungkook’s ministrations. But Jungkook just laughs, grabbing his hyung’s hips and bringing them down further onto his. He rolls his hips against him, and Seokjin fucking shudders against him.

“I think you like me being nasty, hyung…can you feel what you’re doing to me?” Jungkook’s voice has dropped lower, raspier with want.

Seokjin parts his lips to respond, but it’s he’s made the mistake of looking Jungkook in the eye again. “Brat,” is all he gets out before he leans in this time, capturing Jungkook’s lips with his own.

Jungkook smiles into the kiss, but then he rolls their hips together again. Seokjin moans, and Jungkook swallows the noise, his cock burning with desire. God, if that’s how Seokjin sounds when he’s being fucked….he is in a lot of trouble.

Seokjin’s hands are still on his chest, feeling along his muscles and tweaking one of his nipples. Jungkook groans into the kiss, sliding his tongue deeper into Seokjin’s mouth. His hand slides around to grab at his ass, and Seokjin starts, hips jerking against Jungkook’s.

He’s so sensitive and Jungkook can’t help but wonder about so many more things. What would he sound like if Jungkook blew him? If he took that big cock all the way down his throat? What kind of pretty sounds would he make if Jungkook slides two fingers inside him? If he split him open on his dick? Fuck, the very thought is too much.

He smacks a hand against his ass, and Seokjin breaks the kiss to moan, the sound all pretty and soft and insanely sexy. Jungkook doesn’t actually know how he’s waited this long.

The car pulls to a stop too soon, and they both freeze. Seokjin’s eyes have gone wide, like he just now remembered where they were, and that they really shouldn’t be doing this for any number of reasons. It makes Jungkook want to panic a little, to pull him back to this state of comfortable pleasure, even though it’s terrifying in a different way.

Because the thing is, Seokjin is always very aware of his privacy. He always has been, and Jungkook thinks maybe it’s because he was an adult when he joined Bangtan, or if it’s just Seokjin. Jungkook hasn’t known much more than this life, so his boundaries are all fucked up.

Not Seokjin. He makes it a point to not let people know what’s going on in his private life. Even the members. Even him, given the backup dancer incident was one of the first clues he had that Seokjin even had a private life. So Jungkook can see the panic in his eyes as the car pulls over.

“Hyung,” Jungkook says, trying to get his attention back on him. “We’re at my building. Come up?”

There’s a beat of silence, which is so very rare for Seokjin. “Jungkook-ah…”

He can see that now that the moment is broken, he’s back to doubting himself, doubting this situation. The thing is, though, is that Seokjin is still on Jungkook’s lap. “Hyung…come upstairs with me,” he says, squeezing Seokjin’s ass as he does.

A flash of something goes through Seokjin’s expression, and he looks like he’s going to say no for a moment. Like it’s all gotten to be too much, and now he’s realized what a bad idea this is. Amazingly, though, he nods. Just once, and then he’s moving off of Jungkook’s lap, running a hand through his hair to straighten himself up.

It just makes him hotter. God, Jungkook doesn’t know how the fuck didn’t act on any of this sooner. The real question is why Seokjin is going along with this, maybe. It isn’t like Jungkook has much to offer him that he couldn’t find elsewhere, and with a lot more baggage attached to it. It would be easier, perhaps, if this was just pure horniness, but he knows it isn’t just that. He’s wanted this for so long. Even though he hardly dared to dream of it. So he doesn’t want to let it go now. They pile out of the car with only a quick acknowledgement, and it feels almost impossible to just be quiet and calm until they’re inside.

Jungkook burns for his hyung. Burns to see more of him, to see him come undone underneath him. He’s so close to it that it makes him impatient. Flinging open the door, he waits for Seokjin to go ahead of him, waits until they’ve both taken off their shoes, but then he’s pushing him back against the door, lips finding Seokjin’s again.

There’s another moment of hesitation. This is exactly why Jungkook pounces, he knows that if Seokjin actually has the chance to think things through he’s liable to change his mind. To start working himself into a state about little maknae Jungkook, even though he hasn’t been the cute baby maknae Jungkook so many still think of for years. Jungkook doesn’t want him to see him like that, he wants him to see so much more.

Mercifully, Seokjin seems to forget himself and kisses him back, a hand coming to rest against the back of Jungkook’s neck. Jungkook runs his hands along Seokjin’s body, roaming over slim hips and a tiny waist, caressing over his surprisingly muscular pecs. It strikes him again that maybe he’s been harboring some suppressed desire for his oldest hyung, flashing back to the times he would stare in a daze after his impossible body. Seokjin isn’t one of the members who really bothers to go to the gym often, he’s just naturally built like a beautiful model.

Which he knows only too well.

“Jungkook…” Seokjin breathes, tipping his head away to gasp for air.

“Yes, hyung?” Jungkook leans in again, kissing along his jawline desperately. He craves more, craves to touch.

His head tilts, giving into Jungkook’s mouth against his skin. “Mm…should at least take this to your bedroom, bun. Doesn’t your hyung deserve that?”

A burning stirs deep in his groin, and he gently caresses his teeth over the sharp juncture of Seokjin’s jaw. Feels him shudder at the motion. “Yeah? You don’t want me to just take you right here? Hold you against the door and fuck you like this?”

“I-...brat, you just want to prove how strong you are, don’t you?”

Jungkook grins, catching his eye. Seokjin is trying his best to keep some semblance of a level head, trying not to just give into everything Jungkook wants. But he’s always been bad at saying no to Jungkook, always been so soft for him. The thing is, Jungkook has a soft spot for him as well. “Tell me you wouldn’t like it, hm? You’re so small, Jin-hyung, I could lift you up so easily…like a pretty little doll.”

Seokjin’s eyes widen slightly in surprise. “You can’t talk to me like that…” but there’s no heat to his words. In fact, he sounds almost wrecked.

He dares to wonder—hope—he’ll get another chance to see just how much he likes that idea.

For now, though, Jungkook laughs. “Sorry, hyung, I’m just playing. I’ll take you to the bedroom.” He doesn’t wait for him to respond, just quickly grabs Seokjin up into his arms to carry him off bridal-style.

“H-hey?!” Seokjin squawks, but he dutifully wraps his arms loosely around Jungkook’s neck anyway.

And Jungkook is right. He’s so light, so easy to pick up. It wouldn’t take much to hold him against a wall or a door or anywhere and fuck him senseless. Even if Seokjin is about the same height as Jungkook, he’s so much tinier. His muscles are so fine and lean, and it makes Jungkook want to devour him.

Quickly he takes him into his bedroom and tosses him onto the bed. Seokjin splutters. “Yah! I’m old, you can’t throw me around like-”

The words die on his lips as Jungkook takes off his shirt in one fell swoop, tossing it onto the ground. Silence falls around them, Seokjin’s gaze raking over his body.

“Like what you see, hyung?” he asks, grinning.

It isn’t like they haven’t seen each other naked before. They lived in dorms together for years, where they saw everyone in the most unflattering possible positions, and even body parts they didn’t see on their own selves. Even after they moved to separate homes, they still caught a glimpse now and again during quick changes. It was nothing, really. Not usually.

But Seokjin hadn’t seen Jungkook like this since before the military, and certainly never in this context. “You…shit.”

“Come on, hyung, don’t leave me hanging. Am I the only one getting naked here?” Jungkook asks as he reaches for the button on his jeans. He doesn’t really mind Seokjin admiring his body, he has nothing to be ashamed of. He works hard for it. Truthfully, he’s just dying to see underneath Seokjin’s clothes.

Seokjin licks his lips, impossibly pink and pretty, before reaching for the hem of his shirt. He’s much slower about it than Jungkook, maybe slightly more unsure, but he finally tosses it in the general direction of the floor.

Jungkook’s gaze sweeps over his body immediately, taking in all that beautiful pale skin. It’s not enough. He wants to press kisses against his pale body until red marks bloom against his flesh. He drops his pants, standing there hard in his boxer-briefs.

Seokjin is staring unashamedly now, over the muscles of his flexing arms as he undresses, over his pecs and abs, over his powerful thighs, and—almost reluctantly—at his cock. He swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing noticeably.

“Okay?” Jungkook tries to catch his attention for a moment, but Seokjin isn’t looking away. It’s hot. Enjoying the way Seokjin is looking at him, he grabs his hard cock through his underwear, shivering with pleasure. “See what you do to me, hyung? I’ve been hard since I saw you onstage.”

A soft sound slips from Seokjin’s pretty lips, and his gaze flickers up to Jungkook’s. “Come here, bun,” he says, his voice dropping softly.

The edge of teasing, the notes of hesitation, have all dropped from his voice. Now it’s just desire written there.

Amazingly, desire for him. Jungkook still isn’t quite sure how the fuck they ended up in this position. How he has beautiful Seokjin laying on the bed waiting for him, admiring his muscles and cock. That he’s going to be able to touch him soon. “Take the rest off, hyung…let me see you.”

Seokjin blinks, and then his hands are moving, taking off the rest of his clothes. Jungkook’s heart pounds as he sees all that beautiful flesh appearing for him. His long legs, that pretty waist, and even more—that huge cock of his. Jungkook, for the most part, likes to be the one on top, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to admire a beautiful dick every now and again. He wonders if Seokjin would ever want to, or if he’d let him suck him off. He probably makes such pretty sounds when he’s getting sucked.

“Come here, baby boy,” Seokjin says again, reaching out for Jungkook as he lays back on the bed, propping himself on Jungkook’s pillows.

It’s such a gorgeous sight that it almost takes his breath away. He quickly slides his underwear down over his hips and takes them off, the last garment in their way. Seokjin’s gaze is heavy on him, something dark and fiery there. Instead of going straight to the bed, however, he goes to his nightstand, reaching in to grab the condoms and lube he stores there.

Seokjin’s gaze doesn’t leave him. “Do you…you know, with a lot of guys?”

Jungkook meets his gaze, tossing the items onto the blanket. “Why? You getting jealous?” He grins, crawling onto the bed. “Or do you want me to fuck you raw, hyung?”

Seokjin’s ears flare red, but it’s hard to say which suggestion made him blush more. “Brat. I was just asking.”

He hums, making his way between Seokjin’s thighs, staring down at him. “Define ‘a lot.’”

There’s a pause, and Seokjin is staring up at him with this strange, dark look in his pretty eyes. It’s hard to read, and it makes Jungkook feel a little off-guard. “I don’t know…more than Jimin?”

Jungkook laughs. “No one I know fucks more guys than Jimin. I don’t know, hyung, I don’t really think about it. Why? Do you?”

This time, Seokjin immediately shakes his head. “No.” So easy for him, he doesn’t even hesitate. He wonders for a moment what makes someone special enough to be chosen. But then another thought occurs.

Does he think Jungkook is a slut?

Is he a slut? He’s starting to wonder with the way Seokjin is looking at him. But that’s not what this is supposed to be, this is about him and his favorite hyung. Not the third degree about his sex life.

A little voice in the back of his mind says that it’s not like the two are unrelated, especially not at this very moment. Seokjin is still laying there, naked and hard, waiting for him, after all.

“I know enough to fuck you so hard you come. Who cares about anything else?” He doesn’t wait for more of Seokjin’s questions, more of his doubts. Because really, Jungkook doesn’t exactly know where this is going, doesn’t know what Seokjin is asking of him. Leaning down, he presses soft kisses against his thighs, pulling his legs apart as he does.

That seems to be suitably distracting for the time being, and Seokjin groans softly. “Don’t be a tease,” he says between clenched teeth.

Already so eager, it makes Jungkook feel a surge of excitement. He realizes he likes being the one to make Seokjin fall apart like this with such simple touches. Pressing soft kisses against his inner thigh, he hesitates for only a moment before leaning in and licking a long stripe along Seokjin’s hard cock.

“Oh fuck.” Seokjin’s moans are so beautiful, the sound going straight to Jungkook’s hard length.

He grabs the lube and squirts some onto his fingers as he continues licking Seokjin’s hard length. When he reaches the tip, he parts his lips, taking it into his mouth. Fingers card through his hair, and Jungkook groans around the head of his cock, which makes Seokjin shiver.

Guiding his fingers, he slides them toward his entrance, gentle motions teasing him as he circles around his rim. Seokjin’s fingers tighten in his hair. Slowly, he begins to slide a finger inside of his tight entrance, pushing inside as he takes more of his cock into his mouth.

Seokjin moans above him, and Jungkook glances upward, meeting his gaze. Seokjin likes that, his cock pulsing when their eyes meet. Jungkook slides further down, taking more and more of his length into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks around him. He wants to taste Seokjin, wants to feel all of him, hot and heavy on his tongue. As he does, Seokjin begins to relax around him, and Jungkook’s fingers slide in easier, speeding up as he yearns for more of those delicious sounds.

“Jungkook…fuck, fuck.” Seokjin’s moaning again, the pretty noises filling the air.

He wonders for the millionth time how the fuck they never did this before now. What was it about now that made it possible? But it’s probably better he doesn’t overanalyze it, that he doesn’t spend this whole incredible moment inside his own head.

Taking the moans as a signal, he slides his middle finger inside of him as well. Seokjin feels so tight and hot around his fingers, it’s enough to make his cock ache at the thought of being buried deep inside him. He bobs along his length, taking in as much of him as he comfortably can. If he wasn’t so preoccupied with also filling him up and stretching him, he’d love to be able to suck Seokjin off, practice taking a cock this big. After all, Jungkook loves a challenge.

“S-stop, bun…come on.” Seokjin is sounding all breathy now. Jungkook looks up, seeing his pretty lips all slick with spit from the way he keeps licking them. His fingers keep tightening over and over in Jungkook’s hair, every time Jungkook swallows more of him down or his fingers brush against that delicious spot inside of him.

Jungkook makes a production of sliding off of his cock, raising off with a lewd, wet sound. “You’re not close already, are you, hyung?” he teases, his voice a little raspy from sucking his dick.

Seokjin groans, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment in embarrassment. “Don’t tease me. I’m old and you…fuck, Jungkook.”

Jungkook laughs, a surge of pride filling him. He likes making his hyung feel so good like this, and he likes the proof that he’s doing exactly what he needs. “Sorry, hyung. You look so pretty like this, you know…so ruined. So pretty. This is what I wanted to do to you onstage.”

He slides a third finger inside of him, and Seokjin arches off the bed, keening into his touch.

“What do you think everyone would think, huh? Seeing you like this? Ready to come just from me fingering you?”

Seokjin’s cock throbs, and Jungkook can’t help but grin at the sight.

“Oh, you do like that. Dirty hyung, you like people watching you?”

“Would you stop talking- Oh.” Seokjin’s protests are cut off when Jungkook presses against his prostate, purposefully thrusting against the exact spot that keeps making him groan and lose all thoughts.

It’s so hot to see him come undone, but Jungkook is starting to get impatient. As much as he loves seeing Seokjin fall apart like this, his cock is pulsing with desire, so turned on it’s starting to hurt. He wants to fuck him so badly.

“You still want my cock?” he asks, carefully, still a little teasing, but wanting to make sure Seokjin hasn’t changed his mind somewhere in the middle of all of this.

“Please, baby boy…need you,” Seokjin’s voice is so far gone.

Jungkook almost doesn’t expect it. He thought there would be another joke, or another plea to get him to stop talking. But there’s none of that, just pure longing and desire. And how can Jungkook say no to that?

He slides his fingers out, and lifts up, grabbing for the condom and lube. “So pretty like this, hyung,” he can’t help but tell him again.

Seokjin’s eyes flutter open, watching as Jungkook rolls the condom down over his considerable length. Watching as he grabs the lube and squirts a generous amount over himself, stroking with a soft hiss. “Jungkookie…”

“I’ve got you, baby,” Jungkook says, figuring they’re in too far for Seokjin to care if he’s called hyung or not.

He positions himself back between his thighs, and guides himself to Seokjin’s entrance, running his cock along the crack of his ass teasingly for a moment. Only when Seokjin starts parting his lips—either to protest or beg, he isn’t sure—does Jungkook slowly start to breach him.

Seokjin brings his fist up to his mouth, biting down to stop his sounds.

Jungkook frowns. “Hands down, I want to hear you.”

There’s a look of annoyance, but then Jungkook continues pressing inside of him, slowly filling him up, and it’s gone. Seokjin’s hand drops away from his mouth, and he lets out the prettiest, soft moan. His head tips back against the pillows, and Jungkook desperately wants to lick along his throat.

But he can’t just yet, too enraptured with filling Seokjin up and making him moan for more. He doesn’t stop filling him until he’s seated all the way inside, and Seokjin groans at the sensation. Jungkook’s breathing is heavy, trying to keep himself still. Every nerve in his body is crying out to move, crying out to fuck into the tight heat of Seokjin’s body. But he loves his hyung, he doesn’t want to hurt him.

Seokjin’s breathing is starting to steady, his eyes still clamped closed. Jungkook reaches out, slowly running his fingers along his pretty skin. Feeling along the softness of his thigh, over his hip bone, trailing up over his flat stomach, over his pecs. He pauses for a moment, thumb running over his nipple, Seokjin shudders at the sensation, and Jungkook watches as goosebumps wash over his skin, chills running over him.

“Feel so good, baby,” Jungkook says, and then he’s leaning down, pressing open mouthed kisses against Seokjin’s chest. He licks over his other nipple, savors the way that Seokjin shudders against him.

“Fuck…Jungkook…fuck, move, bun, move.” Seokjin’s voice sounds so wrecked, long gone already even though they’re just getting started.

It’s so cute. Jungkook never realized just how sensitive his pretty hyung was, never knew that he could have probably had him moaning under him like this before. He licks over his nipple again and again, closing his teeth gently over it and pulling slightly. Though he’s desperate to move as Seokjin asks, he’s so fun to play with.

Seokjin groans, and then the sound is muffled again. Jungkook glances up, sees the way that he’s once again put his hand over his mouth. Like he can’t bear to moan for Jungkook.

“What did I say?” he asks at the same time as he pulls his hips back, slowly drawing out of him.

There’s a fleeting look on Seokjin’s face, like he’s considering arguing or maybe telling Jungkook that he isn’t supposed to talk to him like that, but thinks better of it, slowly lowering his hand. Jungkook doesn’t take further chances, he thrusts into him sharply, filling him up all in one quick movement.

Seokjin arches off the bed, moaning loudly, and Jungkook takes the opportunity to grab his wrists to pin them above his head. He’s staring straight down at his favorite hyung this way, buried to the hilt inside of him. Seokjin is breathing heavily, and then his long legs wrap around Jungkook’s waist, pulling him in closer.

He likes it, Jungkook realizes, and can’t help but grin. All those different muscular men throwing him around on Run Jin must have really got him going, just like all the ARMYs joked about. “So good, baby,” he praises, staring down at his pretty face as he slowly continues to thrust into him.

Seokjin’s eyes flutter closed, like it’s too much to look at Jungkook or maybe he’s just overcome with pleasure. He shifts, lightly trying to break Jungkook’s hold on his wrist, but his heart doesn’t seem in it. Jungkook holds him tighter, hips rolling over and over into him. He feels so good around him, his tight heat surrounding his cock.

It’s so much more than he’s ever dreamed of. “You can be good for me, right, baby?” he asks, hands trailing down over Seokjin’s pretty arms, savoring his soft skin as he keeps up an incessant, slow pace inside of him.

“Y-yes,” Seokjin says, his voice is all wrecked with pleasure.

“Good boy.” Jungkook leans in and kisses him softly, just one lingering press of lips, before he props himself on his arms, caging Seokjin in so he can fuck into him harder, can make more of those beautiful sounds spill from Seokjin’s lips.

As if on cue, Seokjin groans, head tipping back against the pillows, his hands moving from where they rested above his head to touch Jungkook. He feels along his muscular arms, lingering on his shoulders, feeling the way they flex as Jungkook fucks into him.

Still, his eyes remain closed. It takes a lot of effort to not just lean in and kiss him again, or ask him to open them so he can see. He wants to see how far gone he is, wants to see the lust and pleasure written in his pretty brown eyes. As it is, he can see the way Seokjin’s ears are a burning shade of red, cheeks flushed pink, lips swollen and dark. His pretty eyelashes are wet against his cheeks, and Jungkook resists the urge to kiss them away.

“Feel so good, baby…you like this? You’re taking my cock so well…” Jungkook praises, snapping his hips especially sharply into him.

Seokjin moans the prettiest sound and his fingers dig deeper into Jungkook’s skin, eyes fluttering open. It’s even more beautiful than he’d dreamed, his eyes darkened with shades of lust, looking at Jungkook with so much affection.

“Kookie…”

“Tell me, baby…come on. You can do it,” he says, though his voice breaks a little, the pleasure slowly continuing to build every time he thrusts deep inside Seokjin.

“Mm…fuck…it’s good…” Seokjin mumbles.

Jungkook can’t resist and leans in, kissing him desperately. It’s all wet and hot, tongues sliding together and moaning into each other’s mouths. There’s no finesse to the kiss, they’re both too far gone to worry about that. Jungkook licks over and over into Seokjin’s mouth as he fucks into him, his hips continuing to increase with speed.

Seokjin is clenching around him, his legs tightening and fingers digging in deeper and deeper so that Jungkook is a little worried he might leave marks. But he isn’t concerned enough to ask him to stop. It feels too fucking good for that.

“You getting close?” he asks, lips pressing against Seokjin’s with how close they still are.

Seokjin nods against him, surprisingly silent for once in his life.

“Touch yourself, baby, go ahead. You’ve been so good for me,” Jungkook says. Any other situation in the world, and this would have quickly led to a fight, but clearly all formalities have gone out the window as soon as Jungkook’s cock entered Seokjin.

Seokjin is so good and pliant against him, taking everything Jungkook is giving him. One hand slides down from Jungkook’s shoulder, sliding between their bodies toward his cock.

Jungkook pulls away enough to watch, enough to get more leverage to fuck him senseless as he strokes his big cock. Plus, he likes seeing the way Seokjin touches himself. Likes to watch the way his length steadily leaks precum, the way that Seokjin’s finger runs through it to make the slide of his hand all slick and messy. Jungkook can’t help but smile a little as he notices Seokjin’s fingers stroking in the same rhythm as his hips. It’s so fucking hot, it makes his own cock pulse more and more inside of him.

“So good…bun…fuck, so good,” Seokjin mumbles, almost delirious with his own pleasure. His eyes have fallen closed again, and sweat drips down his face as he jerks himself off.

“Come for me, baby. I’m close too…come for me, let me watch.”

Apparently Seokjin really likes being told what to do. Or maybe he has a thing for being watched—something Jungkook hopes he can find out later, hopes he can see everything that makes Seokjin come undone. Only a few more strokes of his pretty hand, and Seokjin’s release hits him. He cries Jungkook’s name loudly, arching into his thrusts as he tightens his legs around Jungkook’s body. Come shoots over his stomach and chest, painting his already pale skin white.

And most of all, the way he releases makes him clench over and over around Jungkook’s cock in a way that makes Jungkook feel absolutely crazy. His length throbs incessantly, and he knows he’s just so close.

“Kookie…” Seokjin groans out, reaching a hand up to wrap around Jungkook’s neck, pulling him in.

He follows, and Seokjin kisses him desperately, over and over. The sensation of Seokjin’s tongue desperately seeking his and a final thrust, burying himself deep inside his favorite hyung, causes his climax to wash over him. Stars dance behind his eyelids as he comes, moaning over and over into Seokjin’s mouth as the pleasure washes over his entire body. He’s on fire, burning with pleasure as he releases into the condom. Part of him wonders how much better Seokjin would feel raw, but the thought is slipping away as he starts to come down.

Fluttering his eyes open, he realizes he and Seokjin are still face to face, lips almost brushing together in the aftermath. They’re both breathing heavily, and suddenly a hand comes to push away the hair matting on Jungkook’s forehead.

He smiles a little, tiredly. “Still taking care of me…what a good hyung you are.”

Seokjin scoffs, but there’s no real annoyance behind it. “Brat.”

They both laugh, and then Jungkook carefully removes himself from Seokjin. Legs get unwrapped from around his waist, and Seokjin lies pliantly on the bed, looking a little dazed as Jungkook pulls out.

“Wait here, hyung.”

Not that he probably needs to even say so, Seokjin doesn’t look like he’s in the mood to move. Jungkook goes and wets a towel to clean up. When he returns, Seokjin still hasn’t moved, he’s just lying in the same place, staring at the ceiling.

Wordlessly, Jungkook moves in and begins cleaning him up, wiping the come from his skin before it dries. “You okay?”

Seokjin nods. “Just tired…”

Jungkook grins. “I guess that’s what happens when you get old?”

A pillow flies at him before he has time to dodge. “Don’t be mean to your hyung.” Seokjin’s voice is all whiny, still edged with exhaustion, but something that sounds so very satisfied.

Jungkook laughs, and finishes cleaning him up without hassling him more.

When he comes back this time, Seokjin is sitting on the edge of the bed. “I should get going.”

A pit forms in Jungkook’s stomach immediately. That’s all? Why does he feel so torn about it? Any other hookups he had weren’t so different. Either he left or they did pretty quickly after.

But that was different, wasn’t it? Because they weren’t his beloved Jin-hyung.

“You don’t have to…” he says, a question in his voice. Truthfully, he didn’t expect Seokjin to leave. It isn’t like they had never slept over at each other’s houses, that wasn’t anything too unusual. Was it bad? Was Seokjin in the throes of post-nut clarity and realizing what a horrible idea this was?

Seokjin looks at him, this long, searching gaze. Like maybe he’s hoping for something there, or maybe he just doesn’t want to hurt Jungkook’s feelings. “I don’t know, Jungkook…” he says, and then he’s off the bed, searching through the pile of discarded clothes.

The pit forms tighter. “Oh…sure, okay.” He scratches the back of his neck. How was this not awkward just ten minutes ago when he was buried inside of him, and now they could hardly look at one another? Did he do something wrong? “Was it…bad?” He can’t help but ask. It feels pathetic. It reminds him of all the times through the years that he’s asked a similar question whenever they had a performance or after recording, ask if he was bad for some kind of reassurance.

Seokjin blinks. Once. Twice. Three times. His ears are turning red again. “Jungkook, don’t be silly, you’ve never been bad at anything in your life.” The answer is familiar, the context is not.

Because from him, that feels like a non-answer. The same thing Seokjin might say about any other part of their lives. Jungkook licks his lips, watching as he gets dressed. Jungkook is still naked, and he’s never quite felt more exposed this way. But he doesn’t know what to do. Doesn’t know if he should also get dressed, or what.

Did something go wrong he didn’t realize? Did he hurt him somehow? “Hyung…are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” He hates the way his voice is so small, the way he sounds like he’s on the verge of tears. It’s not doing a great job of proving he’s not such a baby, proving that he can handle this.

It does make Seokjin falter, though, and he turns around, his shirt in hand. His lips curve into a reassuring smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Of course not, Kookie. I just have to go.”

The pit in his stomach twists and turns. Has he fucked this all up? Are things never going to be the same between him and his beloved Seokjin-hyung? All because he got horny? But that seems ridiculous, because it isn’t like he pushed Seokjin into sleeping with him. He was just as into it.

Unless something did happen that he just hasn’t realized.

But he doesn’t say any of that, just stares as Seokjin puts on the rest of his clothes. He doesn’t say anything else, just puts a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder as he passes by, and then he’s leaving.

Jungkook doesn’t move. Even as he hears Seokjin padding through his apartment, even as he hears him shuffling to put his shoes on, even when he hears the door open. And close. The tears sting his eyes, and he tries to swallow them back.

It doesn’t work, of course, Jungkook has never been good at stopping himself from crying. But he feels especially ridiculous in this state. Naked, just having fucked Seokjin, and feeling completely strange. What could have happened? He’s an attentive lover…he always pays attention if his partner looks uncomfortable or pained or anything like that, and none of that had passed over Seokjin’s face.

The only thing it could be is shame. Shame at having slept with a member of Bangtan? Shame at having slept with the maknae?

He doesn’t know, and he doesn’t think he’s going to get any good answers. With a sigh, he heads for the shower, wishing Seokjin was with him. There’s an ache in his chest, an ache at the whole thing. He knows he wouldn’t regret this for a second if it wasn’t for the way that Seokjin was acting after. If he wasn’t worried about what he did wrong.

Because it had to be something, right?

—

He doesn’t see Seokjin for a few weeks after that. The BTS group chat is still alive and well, with Seokjin making his usual bad jokes here and there, acting like nothing is wrong. Like nothing happened. If it was anyone else, Jungkook would take that as comfort. Would think that means they were over whatever was bothering them.

But not Seokjin. He’s an actor, after all, and he’s really good at it. Playing whatever role he needs to in order to keep his own peace. Jungkook doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know if he should talk about it with him. But it is Seokjin, and he knows he’ll just brush it off with a joke or a laugh.

It doesn’t help that Seokjin seems to carefully avoid him in the chat. Jungkook tells them about a restaurant he goes to and normally Seokjin will say that Jungkook should treat him. Now there’s nothing, just Namjoon asking how their jjajangmyeon compares to his favorite place. Another time, Jungkook replies to Seokjin’s joke, and it goes un-reacted to, unanswered. Not very Seokjin-like.

Jungkook sighs for approximately the hundredth time as he sits on Jimin’s couch, swirling the whiskey in his glass.

Jimin raises a brow, glancing up from his phone. “Are you going to tell me what’s got your ass in such a twist lately? You’ve been sighing and moping for days.”

The thing is, Jungkook wants to tell Jimin about it, but he also doesn’t know how. He and Jimin have been through everything together, after all. Growing up together, Bangtan, the army. There’s nothing they don’t know about one another. Jungkook was there, awkwardly patting his back when Jimin came out as gay when they were just teenagers, trying to be supportive but severely lacking many social graces. Jimin was there for him, much sweeter and tender, when Jungkook came out as bi to all the members. Jimin wiped his tears, and they all hugged him. So he knows that Jimin is better with this stuff than he is, knows that Jimin won’t judge him.

But how can he tell him that he fucked their oldest hyung? That he might have fucked things up forever? Because Seokjin might be the type that can pretend nothing happen, but Jungkook isn’t. If something is on his mind, if something is bothering him, everyone knows it.

Jimin of all people can’t judge him for sleeping with a member, of course. But part of him is still nervous. He doesn’t know if it would be worse to be judged for sleeping with Seokjin or finding out that Jimin slept with him himself.

“I can’t tell you about it,” he says instead. It isn’t worth denying that something is wrong. Not with Jimin.

“Why not?” Jimin leans forward, focusing his attention on Jungkook even more.

“It’s…personal.”

Jimin laughs. “Koo, please. I have seen you jerk off more than I can count. I’ve seen you shit in a disgusting military camp, I really don’t think it gets more personal.”

Jungkook cracks a smile. “Okay, sure, but…this involves someone else.”

“You’re not that social, I could probably narrow it down.” Jimin’s gaze isn’t unkind, more amused with a touch of concern there.

He knows Jimin just wants to help. And what else is he going to do? He’s bad at keeping things inside. He’s not the strong, stoic type. “I…it’s Jin-hyung.”

Jimin takes a drink of his whiskey, considering him for a moment. “What about him? Did something happen?”

“Well…sort of.” Jungkook leans against the back of the couch, groaning. “It’s…embarrassing.”

“Hm…does this have something to do with his concert?”

He blinks. “How did you know?”

“You were acting very strangely that entire night, Koo. What happened? Did you two…fight or something? Yoongi-hyung said you two needed to get something out of your system.” He shrugs a dainty shoulder.

Jungkook feels himself heating up, knows his ears are probably turning a shade of red. “Why did he say that?” he asks, but his voice sounds croaky and that’s as good as confirmation.

Jimin laughs. “Oh my god. Jungkook. Did you and Seokjin fuck?”

His face is burning, and he takes a drink just to give himself something to do. This time he shrugs.

“Oh my god. Finally. I know you’ve been fantasizing about his worldwide handsome ass basically your entire life,” Jimin muses, a smile on his lips.

Jungkook’s mouth drops. “I have not.”

“Please. Don’t pretend like I didn’t walk in on you in the shower that one time, moaning Seokjin’s name.”

Did he really do that so often? “Why do you even remember that? Oh my god, why have you seen me jerk off so much? I’d think you have a thing for me at this rate.” He knows that isn’t the case, but he’s trying to distract himself from the humiliation creeping up the back of his neck. It isn’t like Jimin is wrong, he just…hasn’t put it all together this way before.

Jimin laughs. “Come on, Koo. Focus. Okay, so you fucked. Great. Why does this lead to you sighing and groaning? Are you missing his sweet dick? Is little Jungkookie in love?”

Jungkook throws a pillow at him. “You are so not helpful.”

“Tell me then.”

The pit returns. “Well…okay. Fine. So…maybe I have had a little crush on Jin-hyung for a while, but it was…fine. Just one of those things I could ignore. But…did you see him at that concert?”

Jimin smiles that pretty smile of his. “He looked good. Rope It is where we lost you entirely. Want to be tied up by Seokjin-hyung?”

His face burns some more. That pretty smile seems a lot more devilish now. “Shut up.” He’s glad they’ve both agreed that formalities and age isn’t really important when the two of them are alone, or he’d be dead already. “No, just…ugh. Maybe. He was so hot. Not like…usual Jin being hot, you know? Either way…yeah. I got stupid, you know that. We all went to dinner, it was fine-”

“You acted so weird, but I guess fine works.”

Jungkook frowns at him. “I was trying my best, okay?”

“I guess talking with a boner is challenging.”

He groans. “Stop talking. Either way, after a very normal and fine dinner…you know, the car. I got…stupid. I kissed him.”

“Wow, bold.”

“I know…it was fine, like…he was receptive to it. We went to my place and…well, you know.” Jungkook takes another drink. He wonders if Seokjin has told anyone about what happened. It doesn’t seem likely, but he and Yoongi talk about everything the same way he and Jimin do, he’s pretty sure.

“You’re not going to give me the details?” Jimin pouts playfully.

“You’re a pervert.”

“Well…yes. But come on, did Seokjin pin you down on your own bed and fuck you senseless? Did you ride him on your coach? I need to picture it.” Jimin stares off wistfully.

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “One, neither. Two, why do you think I’m the bottom?”

Jimin’s brow quirks. “Ooh. Got it. I always wondered…do you think he’s just a bottom?”

“Can we focus?”

“Is that not relevant? Is that the issue, you want his big king size up your ass but he’s a strict bottom?”

“N-no!”

“So he’s vers?”

“Jimin-ssi! I don’t know. It just happened the once, we didn’t talk about it. Can we move on now?” But mainly, Jungkook’s takeaway is that Jimin doesn’t know. Meaning he hasn’t fucked Seokjin. Why does that make a wave of relief wash over him?

“Mm…can’t promise I won’t return to this topic, but sure. As you were.”

Jungkook laughs, shaking his head. “You’re ridiculous.”

That smile returns. “One of the many reasons you love me. Now don’t leave me hanging…what? Were you unable to perform? Did you come in his eye? I hate when that happens.”

“No, none of that either. The sex was good…great even-”

“Ooh.”

Jungkook shoots him a look. “But…it was afterward, things got really weird. He just…like got up and said he had to go. And well, he…did. Things just have been really weird since. He won’t talk to me. I think…I fucked up.”

Jimin hums. “What makes you think it’s your fault?”

“Huh?”

“Come on, Koo. He just got railed by the maknae. Seokjin doesn’t really let himself be…vulnerable. Not even for us. To my knowledge, he’s never even kissed one of us because his boundaries are so high. So…maybe he’s just working through it for himself.”

“But…he wanted to…didn’t he? Did he just…feel like he couldn’t say no to me?” A pulse of fear is running through him now. He would hate if Seokjin did something like that out of obligation.

Jimin laughs.

Unexpected given Jungkook’s impending meltdown. “That’s not funny!”

“Oh, were you serious? Jungkook…oh my god, you are so clueless.”

He blinks. “Huh? Why?”

“You haven’t noticed the way Seokjin looks at you? Ever since you started getting hot and jacked it’s been pretty…obvious.”

Jungkook stares at Jimin for a long moment. “Wait…huh? Really? I…no he hasn’t.”

“Oh my god. You’re priceless.”

He frowns, thinking. Thinks about the way that Seokjin’s gaze would land on him all full of affection, or he’d joke about how Jungkook was getting too big. Was that what he meant? Sometimes Seokjin would stare for a moment too long, but Jungkook figured that was nothing, some kind of fondness just from their bond. There’s nothing that he’d really classify as obvious. Maybe he’ll ask about it later. “So…you don’t think he hates me now?”

Jimin reaches out, grabbing his hand. “He could never hate you. So no, I think he just…needs to figure it out.”

He isn’t sure he feels exactly better about it. Isn’t sure what to do with this. “So what should I do?”

“Fuck him again, probably. And don’t let him leave next time.”

It seems so easy. Maybe it is. Or maybe Jimin is setting him up for disaster.

But what does he have to lose?

—

Somehow, Jungkook determines the only way he can manage this is if he goes to see another one of Seokjin’s performances. It’s been too long to be a reasonable amount of time for them not to talk. Seokjin doesn’t reach out, and Jungkook doesn’t either. He just shows up to one of the Japan shows.

Of course he’s let backstage, and he heads for where Seokjin is getting ready, laughing with the staff about something. This is different than the other show, because this time Jungkook is alone. There’s no Jimin or Yoongi next to him to reassure him. No one he can hide behind, just himself out there in the open. Hoping that Seokjin won’t hate him after all.

“Hyung,” he calls out, smiling his wide Jungkook smile as he approaches where he sits.

Seokjin turns, and the smile quickly fades from his face, replaced by a look of unease. Like he wants to get away. Guilt. Shame.

It’s terrible. The pit in his stomach returns greater than ever, and he fights the urge to turn around and walk out of the arena. To pretend he was never there, or that this was all some misunderstanding. But he doesn’t. He’s come too far.

Even if he wants to throw up.

“Jungkook.”

There’s no cutesy addition, no Jungkookie, no anything. Seokjin’s face is so blank, and to anyone else, it might look like nothing. But not to Jungkook, not so someone who’s known him as long as he has.

His smile gets wider, and he wonders if Seokjin can see the nerves. Wonders if he can see the eagerness. Truthfully, he doesn’t know entirely if he’s going to go through with the plan. If he’s going to try and sleep with Seokjin again—Jimin has been known to let his dick get in the way of a good plan—or if he’s just there to smooth things over. Maybe he won’t know until he can properly gauge how Seokjin is going to react. “Hey, hyung. I wanted to see your concert again, is that okay?” he asks, tilting his head, staring at him with wide eyes. The makeup noonas and managers are still around.

Seokjin’s lips press together the way they do when he’s trying to figure out what to say. A little habit from his nerves. “Of course, Jungkook. I- well…” he trails off, and then he smiles, that usual Seokjin smile. Not the one that’s just for Jungkook. The one he gives to an awkward interviewer asking invasive questions none of them wants to answer. “I can’t blame you. I’d want to watch me if I didn’t have to be me and all.”

He’s acting. There’s that Seokjin persona coming out again, pretending there’s nothing else there. That’s fine, but Jungkook can’t find it in himself to laugh. “Well…good luck.  I’ll leave you to it, but I’ll be watching, okay?”

Even he isn’t quite sure if it’s a threat or a promise.

He heads to the box, hiding low in his mask and hood so no one will see him. His hands are stuffed in his pockets so no one can see the tell-tale tattoos flash at them, but he gets a few looks anyway. What is it about ARMYs? How can they sense him anywhere? He doesn’t stop, though, just keeps heading through the stadium until he’s safely closed in. It’s just him and a couple of managers, and he’s only glad about that now. Though it would have been less awkward with Jimin or Yoongi or maybe even Taehyung, but he needs to figure out what the fuck he’s gotten himself into.

Has it gone so far that Seokjin can’t stand the sight of him? That isn’t going to work if BTS is ever going to continue their activities—something they’ve already promised. So they’ll have to figure this out one way or another.

Jungkook is looking at his phone when the show starts. The first glimpse of Seokjin has him sharply inhaling. He was just in front of the man, how has he somehow become even more beautiful? It isn’t fair.

The first half of the show is spent in trepidation. He’s still amazed, watching Seokjin work the stage by himself. No, he’s no Hoseok with powerful dance moves, but he’s got his own Seokjin charm.

The trouble comes the same way it started the first time. Rope It.

Jungkook gets closer, his eyes raking over the stage, the screen. How the fuck is Seokjin so hot with that stupid cowboy hat on? Singing this insane song?

He has no answers, just knows that there’s heat pooling in the base of his spine. This tingling, dangerous feeling that took every sane thought out of his head the last time it happened this exact time. Jungkook watches mesmerized as Seokjin lassos over his head, and once again he’s amazed at even himself. How is he so turned on by this weird cowboy song?

All thoughts of the awkwardness between is gone, replaced by this sheer desire to fuck Seokjin senseless. To hold his pretty little arms over his head and fuck him until he’s begging. Fuck.

And that’s when it happens.

Seokjin leans back, bouncing in a way that seems absolutely lewd. And somehow even worse is the look on his face. His full lips are flushed and parted, breathing heavily. The same face he made when Jungkook was fucking him. And then the fucker licks those pretty lips. Just one agonizing, slow movement of his pink tongue, sliding over his bottom lip in a way that makes Jungkook positively groan.

Managers be damned.

It’s made even worse by this motion he does with his fingers, his middle and ring fingers thrusting upward. It’s brief, but Jungkook is devouring every single second of Seokjin on this stage. His cock throbs in his pants and he grits his teeth.

That fucker. He’s doing it on purpose.

There’s no doubt in his mind. Seokjin is too aware of himself to do something off-the-cuff, not quite confident enough in his own dance moves to not think it through. There was a message in it. A message meant for him? Maybe. It’s all he can think. Admittedly, his cock might be doing a fair amount of the thinking.

Every moment after that is just ammunition. The way Seokjin smiles into the camera, the way he lays on the stage, the way he glances up into the boxes. It all feels like a message, and Jungkook is trying his best to not get too excited.

Mostly because he doesn’t want to come in his pants right here with the managers milling about.

But when the final song starts, Jungkook is leaving. Heading backstage, heading to Seokjin. In case Seokjin gets cold feet, he’s not going to let him get away. He probably isn’t thinking straight, but he doesn’t really care at the moment. All he can feel is this desire. For Seokjin.

Jimin’s words are playing in his mind. The way Seokjin has looked at him. That he should make sure he can’t leave next time. He doesn’t know how well he’s going to manage it, but that isn’t part of his plan.

Truthfully, he has no plan. Just that he’s hoping he isn’t wrong. That whatever all that was, it was just for him.

The show ends, and Jungkook waits patiently. Knows that Seokjin will make a couple of stops before finding him in the back, and he’s okay with that. He doesn’t want to see him too close to him just getting offstage, just in case he ends up still in professional Seokjin mode.

It’s not long, though. Seokjin steps into the room, and his eyes widen a little when he sees Jungkook there. “Hey-”

Jungkook doesn’t give him a chance to speak. He wraps his muscular arms around Seokjin’s tiny, pretty waist, and pulls him in close. Waits just a second, their lips a hair’s breadth away from one another. Just enough that he could move away if he wants to. He doesn’t.

Leaning in, he presses their lips together. Seokjin melts against him immediately, parting his lips so Jungkook can lick into his mouth. His cock is throbbing, and he pulls his hyung closer, until their chests are flush against one another. But it isn’t enough.

Suddenly, he spins them around, and then his hands are traveling down to Seokjin’s thighs, pulling him up and over to the couch so he can crawl on top of him, still kissing him breathless. Seokjin’s long legs wrap around him, and his arms circle his neck as he kisses him back.

It’s almost unreal, just how much he’s wanted to do this for the past weeks, and now is able to. He slides his tongue against Seokjin’s and a soft little sound slips out. He knows that Seokjin can feel how hard he is, the way his cock is rubbing against him this way. But that’s okay, because he can feel Seokjin’s cock too. Also hard.

“Was that for me?” Jungkook asks, breaking away from his mouth only to continue pressing open-mouthed kisses along his jaw and down his neck.

Seokjin lets out a soft sigh. “Was what for you?”

Jungkook swats his ass. “Don’t deny it, hyung.”

There’s a scoff, almost a laugh. “So what if it was? What are you going to do about it, hm?”

Jungkook’s cock throbs again. It’s torture to be so close to Seokjin’s ass but with so many clothes interrupting what he really wants. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re never going to ignore me again.”

Seokjin bristles, freezing in his arms at this. “Jungkoo-”

He’s cut off by Jungkook returning his lips to his, kissing him over and over to keep him from talking. He doesn’t want to hear what Seokjin wants to say, doesn’t want to hear an apology or an excuse or even a denial.

He waits until Seokjin has been kissed into submission before he asks, “Your hotel? Or right here?”

There’s a shiver against him. “Too dangerous here…hotel.”

Partly, Jungkook doesn’t want to wait that long. Partly, Jungkook wants to wait longer, to make sure Seokjin has some food and water before they jump right into it. But he doesn’t know if he’s going to get the chance again, doesn’t want to miss the opening Seokjin is giving him.

He kisses him a few more times, savoring the way Seokjin leans into him, the way he pulls him closer with his legs, the way he rolls his hips desperately against Jungkook’s, like he’s trying to find purchase but there isn’t enough. So he finally lets him up, both of them gasping for air. Seokjin is still in his stage clothes.

“Let’s go,” Jungkook says. Without a second thought, he grabs the hat.

A look of confusion passes over Seokjin’s face, before realization dawns. “Yah! You’ve got to be kidding me!”

Jungkook grins. “Shouldn’t have tempted me with this if you didn’t want the outcome.”

“I can’t believe this little brat,” Seokjin grumbles to himself, but he doesn’t argue.

The ride to the hotel is much the same as last time, with a pretty Seokjin in his lap, kissing him over and over until both of their lips are all kiss-swollen and red. Something about this seems easy. They don’t need to go into the other things, the unspoken parts. Not yet. Because maybe Seokjin is just as turned on being onstage as Jungkook is watching him.

Or maybe it’s the Jungkook watching him part. He doesn’t know, doesn’t want to press his luck and ask. He’s grateful that the hotel is closer than his building was to that venue, though. It’s a wonder they make it through the lobby and the elevator without grabbing each other, but they can never be too sure about any stray fans lurking around. They head for Seokjin’s room, and he swipes them in.

As soon as they’re in, sliding off their shoes, Seokjin is grabbing Jungkook’s shirt.

“Wow, eager, aren’t we?” he teases, but is accommodating. He lifts his arms, letting Seokjin take off his hoodie and toss it onto the floor.

“You look too good to wear so many clothes,” Seokjin muses, eyeing him with both lust and this unbridled tenderness that makes Jungkook feel…something.

Is this what Jimin meant?

It’s a stirring in his belly, very different from the burning arousal still there. It’s a dangerous feeling he doesn’t want to name. He heads toward the bed, undoing his pants already. There’s no pretense this time, at least. No hesitation because they both know what they’re looking for.

More or less.

When Jungkook turns, Seokjin’s shirt is coming off. He pauses, takes in the sight, admiring his pretty, lean body as it’s exposed to him. “Beautiful,” he says softly.

Seokjin looks up, a flash of surprise crossing his face. “I know,” he says, in contrast. Trying to hide the way his cheeks have flushed slightly pink.

Jungkook laughs and grabs for the condom and lube he put in his pocket as Seokjin finishes getting undressed. He places the hat on the bed.

“Come here, baby, I want to touch you.”

“Yah, is that any way to talk to your hyung?” There’s no heat in Seokjin’s words, almost like he’s saying it out of habit more than anything. Or maybe to cover his embarrassment. “And why are you just carrying those around?”

Jungkook grins, watching as Seokjin does as he asks anyway, the bed dipping as he hops on. He puts down a pillow for him. “Face down, ass up,” he instructs.

Seokjin frowns.

“Hyung.”

“Brat.” Despite his protests, Seokjin doesn’t seem to really mind, because he quickly gets into his position, using the pillow to prop his ass so Jungkook has better access.

He’s still amazed that he’s able to see this. To see Seokjin spread out like this for him, to see the pretty pink of his hole as it waits for him. And Jungkook has been awfully patient, hasn’t he? He deserves to enjoy this.

Settling on the bed, he pushes Seokjin’s legs apart, making him open even more for him. And then he’s grabbing his ass, spreading him apart as he leans in, kissing his cheek softly.

“H-hey…what are you doing?”

“Just enjoy it, hyung.” He swats his ass lightly, savoring the way it jiggles just a little, the way it turns a pretty shade of pink.

Most of all, he enjoys the pretty sound that comes out of Seokjin’s mouth. Somewhere between a whine and a moan.

His tongue snakes out and he runs the flat of his tongue over Seokjin’s rim. Another moan above him, and he can feel Seokjin shifting. Probably grabbing onto the blanket.

“You taste good, hyung.” He continues his motions, sliding his tongue over his rim over and over again.

Seokjin shifts back against him, arching into his tongue. “Jungkook…fuck,” his voice is strained, like he’s already on the verge and trying not to turn into a complete mess underneath Jungkook’s ministrations.

Slowly, he points his tongue, circling his rim one more time before dipping it past the tight ring of muscle. Barely sliding in, just enough that Seokjin shudders around him. He’s so beautifully sensitive, it makes Jungkook want to do this for hours. He’s not patient enough for that, of course, but his cock throbs at the thought. Maybe make good on that stupid song and tie him up with some rope.

But that’s for later, provided he gets the chance. And given that they’ve gotten this far, he thinks the possibility is increasing.

He licks inside his ass, and he’s amazed at just how tight he is. Knows he’s going to feel so good around his cock. But he likes the way Seokjin is falling apart around him. Soft moans and groans are leaving those sinful lips as Jungkook thrusts his tongue inside of him. His hands massage his ass, feeling in the pretty skin there and keeping him open so he has full access to tongue fucking him as much as he wants.

Seokjin shivers, and gasps. The prettiest sounds leaving him at every thrust, every lick, every movement inside of him. “P-please…oh fuck, baby boy…please…” his voice is wrecked, yearning for more, long forgotten is the desire to uphold any other image. He’s long past pretending he doesn’t want this or that he isn’t absolutely liquid against Jungkook right now.

“You want more, baby?” Jungkook asks, leaning back to stare at the sight before him. Taking in Seokjin’s pretty ass raised for him, his small little waist, his broad shoulders, hands gripping the blankets tightly, hair a complete mess.

“Yesss.”

And how can he deny him that when he sounds so pretty?

He grabs the lube and squirts some onto his fingers, and for good measure lets some of it drip onto Seokjin’s ass. He shivers at the cool sensation, but Jungkook doesn’t give him time to complain. Sliding a finger over his crack, he slowly begins to breach him. “Good…so good for me.”

Seokjin groans softly at the intrusion, his hole clenching around Jungkook briefly before he relaxes again. Trying to adjust to his finger while he’s still so eager for more.

It’s so hot, and Jungkook briefly hopes that he’ll get the chance to do this over and over again. To explore the many ways he can make Seokjin fall apart. He’s too horny to really think about what that’s supposed to mean, too far gone to tie any kind of implication to the thought. Just that his hyung is so hot and he wants him. So much it makes him ache.

“You can take more, can’t you, baby?”

Seokjin nods, a desperate movement. “Yeah…need it, bun.”

Jungkook smiles a little to himself, pushing another finger in to join the first. He’s so tight and hot around his fingers, his cock throbs over and over against his stomach, yearning to be touched, yearning for more friction. He knows it’s coming soon, so he just ignores it, focuses on the way Seokjin arches into him.

He’s fucking back onto his fingers, and it’s so fucking hot. Thrusting his fingers in and out of his tight hole, he begins to spread them apart, opening him up for his cock soon. He doesn’t ask this time when he slides in a third, and Seokjin gasps, but isn’t about to complain.

Soon. Jungkook is dutiful to spread him open carefully, not wanting to hurt him. He knows his cock is big, so he tries to make sure that Seokjin will be well prepared, that the slide in will be nice and slick and easy instead of painful. He’s been on the receiving end of that unfortunate disaster before.

“Jungkookie…please, please, bun…” Seokjin is groaning, a complete mess underneath him.

It’s so hot to see him come apart like this. To see him begging for Jungkook’s cock, begging to be fucked this way. It makes Jungkook’s cock twitch again, so painfully hard just from watching Seokjin. In his defense, of course, he’s been fantasizing about this for a while. Ever since their last time together.

Finally, he pulls his fingers out of him. There’s a pause for a moment as he grabs the condom, rolling it down over his cock and slicks himself up liberally. “Okay, baby, you’ve been good. Come here.”

Jungkook hauls Seokjin up, lifting him out of his position. He pulls him down so he’s lying on top of him, staring up at Seokjin, feeling his body on top of his own.

“Fuck…you’re so strong,” Seokjin says, staring down at him with eyes blown black with lust.

Jungkook grins. “You like that, don’t you? I can just toss you around…hold you up anywhere…hold you down anywhere. Do anything I wanted with you. That’s what you like, isn’t it?” his voice is all raspy and low from his arousal.

Seokjin’s adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Fuck,” is all he’s able to get out.

Pulling him in, he kisses him softly, over and over. It’s all hot and messy this time, lips and tongue and even a little bit of teeth clashing against one another. They’re both too turned on to care. Jungkook’s hands slide down Seokjin’s body, feeling the sweat-slicked skin and raking in the surprisingly defined back muscles. Over his pretty waist. Over that cute ass of his. And then to those beautiful thighs, spreading his legs apart until Seokjin’s legs fall to either side of his, straddling him. Seokjin doesn’t move, however, just keeps kissing Jungkook desperately.

Like there’s something he wants to say with his mouth, and this is the only way he can do it. Seokjin’s sinful lips move, though, tracing down Jungkook’s jaw and over his throat. Jungkook moans softly at the feeling, the hot feeling of his mouth pressing against him. Seokjin doesn’t stop until he’s kissing Jungkook’s pecs, kissing his skin as his hands join him, feeling along his muscles.

It’s hot knowing that Seokjin wants to feel him, knowing that he likes what he sees. As Seokjin’s tongue laves over a nipple, he groans, deep and low in his throat. His fingers pinch the other one, and Jungkook shivers. As much as he likes Seokjin’s attention, as much as he wants to let him continue, his cock is still throbbing. He’s eager.

“Baby…need to fuck you,” he says, sounding much more whiny than he intended to.

Seokjin lifts up, and he laughs. The sound is so unexpected, but it makes them both laugh. “Aw, is that so? You’re so cute like this, you know…you want hyung to let you fuck his ass? You want to be inside me, baby boy?”

This isn’t what he expected. But he nods, his hands coming to rest on Seokjin’s hips, just resting there lightly. “Please…yes. Want you so bad.”

“When have I ever denied you anything?” Seokjin says, a smile on his face. This isn’t the idol smile, not the one he gives the cameras. This is the real one, the flash of a sweet smile that Jungkook feels is just for him.

A glance is all it takes, and Seokjin grabs the Rope It cowboy hat, popping it onto his head. “You like this?”

And fuck. Jungkook really does. His mind flashes back to how hot he looked onstage, to the way he bounced around in a way that made Jungkook want him to bounce on his cock. “Fuck…yeah, you look so hot.”

Seokjin laughs, but he’s nothing if not shameless, so he doesn’t seem to mind. And every ounce of humor leaves as Seokjin moves again, sliding down to straddle his hips, lifting up and grabbing Jungkook’s cock.

Jungkook’s hands are still on his hips, and he’s just amazed, watching Seokjin’s beautiful face. Seokjin guides Jungkook’s cock to his entrance, and all at once lowers himself. He doesn’t stop to slowly ease him inside, doesn’t stop until Jungkook’s cock is seated fully inside of him.

Loud moans leave them both, and Jungkook’s fingers tighten on Seokjin’s skin, almost breathless at the sensation of his tight heat around him. His cock throbs inside of him, and he wonders if Seokjin can feel it. Wonders if he can tell just how turned on he is. Though Seokjin doesn’t seem to be in a much better state. A steady flow of precum is leaking out of his cock, and Jungkook wants to lick it off.

“Fuck, baby…fuck, you feel so good…” Jungkook moans praises, trying his best to resist the urge to roll his hips upward into Seokjin.

Seokjin is still, his head tipped back, exposing that beautiful throat to him. Sweat drips down his neck, and the cowboy hat somehow just makes him look even hotter. His lips are all swollen and wet from how often he’s licked them. “So big, bun…’m so full,” Seokjin mumbles.

It’s a lot to take in. Jungkook’s tattooed hand slides from around his hip and moves to encircle Seokjin’s big cock, sliding the precum down around it as he strokes slowly. Distracting him with pleasure. And maybe for his own personal gain, he really likes the feeling of his thick cock in his hand.

Seokjin watches him with dark eyes, hidden even more by the hat. But apparently, the motions seem to help. Because then he’s moving, slowly lifting himself just an inch or so, before dropping back down. He keeps this up, just fucking himself on Jungkook’s cock all deep inside him.

“Fuck…” Jungkook groans, his cock throbbing again. He doesn’t know if he’s going to last long this way, not with the way he’s been yearning for Seokjin the past weeks. It’s almost too much already, but they’ve barely gotten started. “Come on, baby, ride me. You can take more.”

Seokjin likes being told what to do in the bedroom, it seems. Because he listens so well, a sharp contrast to Seokjin any other time. He begins bouncing along his cock more eagerly, and it’s everything Jungkook wanted. One hand goes to grab the hat, his head thrown back as he moans over and over again as he fucks himself open on Jungkook’s cock.

This is the moment that he dreamed of. The moment that he fantasized about as soon as he saw Seokjin in that ridiculous hat, singing that even more ridiculous song. And yet, maybe it’s not so ridiculous if it’s just this fucking sexy somehow.

“You’re so hot…fuck, Jin…”

A hint of a smile comes to Seokjin’s lips, and he turns his gaze on Jungkook, still bouncing on his cock. “You like this? Such a little pervert. Can’t even watch a concert without getting horny. Insatiable…” his tone is all teasing, but there’s an undercurrent of lust that undercuts anything he’s really saying, as he tries not to sound so completely gone filled with cock.

Jungkook grins. “What can I say? This is what you do to me.” His hand moves away from Seokjin’s cock and heads for his ass, feeling the muscles working as he rides him.

It’s so hot, and Jungkook feels the pleasure building, tight and heavy as Seokjin bounces more and more desperately. His fingers dig in, and he uses his hold to help, pulling Seokjin down onto his cock and further up.

Seokjin leans forward, hands falling onto Jungkook’s chest as he fucks himself over and over, for a different kind of leverage.

He realizes Seokjin is getting tired, and he keeps hold of his ass as he lifts him up, planting his feet on the bed. He stills Seokjin with one quick smack against his ass, and then he thrusts up into him.

A gasp leaves Seokjin’s lips, and his fingers dig into Jungkook’s pecs. As he gets fucked, a steady stream of moans begins to fall from his lips, eyes sliding closed.

It’s the most beautiful sight Jungkook has ever seen. Which is a crazy thought to have when he has his hands full of Seokjin’s ass, fucking into him over and over. Somehow he’s still struck by just how gorgeous his hyung is, and how beautiful he looks as he falls apart for him. There’s a muscle in Seokjin’s jaw that clenches every time Jungkook bottoms out, right before he pulls out again.

Jungkook wishes he could sink his teeth into it, could suck on his jaw and skin until he leaves blossomed bruises against his pale skin. The thought is enough to make his cock pulse inside of him again. His hips snap up harder, more desperate.

That’s when Seokjin slips, his hands unable to find purchase on Jungkook’s sweat-slicked chest. His arms fall to cage Jungkook in, trying to hold himself up. Jungkook takes his cue, and wraps his arms around that tiny waist, rolling them over so that Seokjin is on his back. The hat gets knocked off, rolling onto the floor somewhere with the sudden movement.

Jungkook props himself on his knees, hands grabbing at Seokjin’s thighs to spread his legs further apart as he fucks into him again, not wasting any time. He can feel the burn of arousal, the overwhelming pleasure threatening to break loose. “Are you getting close, baby?” he rasps out, staring down at Seokjin’s face.

His lips are parted, moaning out his pleasure over and over. Eyes are half-lidded, looking up at him blearily. Hair matted to his forehead all sticky and wet. Well and truly fucked out. “Y-yes…harder.”

“Touch yourself for me, baby.”

He only waits a moment, just enough to see Seokjin’s hand wrap around his slick cock, before he slams his hips into him. Over and over, so hard that the sound of skin against skin is almost too loud. It seems to work, though, Seokjin is arching off the bed, fingers desperately stroking his big cock, crying out his name loudly as he suddenly is overcome with pleasure. His release shoots over his pink-tinged torso, and the moans falling from his lips are the prettiest sound in the world.

It’s enough to see him come undone, to feel him clenching over and over around his cock. He groans as he thrusts deep inside him one last time, stilling as his own orgasm hits him. Fingers dig into Seokjin’s pretty thighs, so hard it will be a wonder if bruises don’t form there. Pleasure burns throughout his entire body as he comes, wishing once again that he could fuck him raw. Could feel the sensation of Seokjin around him, could release his come deep inside of him and maybe even watch it trickle out of his pretty ass.

They stay like that for long moments, each of them trying to catch their breath and recover from the intensity of their releases. When his eyes flutter open, he sees Seokjin already staring at him, with this tenderness that’s almost too much. It’s so rare, so vulnerable, so open.

“Hyung?” he says softly, lowering Seokjin’s legs. “You okay?”

Seokjin keeps staring. “Kiss me, Jungkookie?”

He doesn’t know why that request makes him nervous. As though he hasn’t kissed him countless times by now, like he isn’t still buried to the hilt inside of him. Something about that look in his eye, the softness in his voice…it makes him nervous. But he doesn’t say that, just leans down and presses their lips together, so softly.

Fingers curl into his hair, pulling him in. Seokjin’s lips are all soft and warm, pliant against his own. Opening easily for him. Jungkook only lightly teases his tongue in, licking almost playfully against his lips. Seokjin counters by brushing his tongue against his, meeting him. There’s a soft sound that slips out of Jungkook’s throat, and he wonders what the goal is here. Because he’s still deep inside Seokjin, and he’s not sure he can get hard again just that quickly. But he’s also not sure he won’t if Seokjin keeps kissing him like that.

He’s even more nervous to pull away, however, so he keeps kissing him. His tattooed hand comes to rest against Seokjin’s cheek, kissing him deeper and deeper as they lay there together. Seokjin’s fingers curled in his hair like he’s afraid of letting him go.

But it can’t last forever, as much as Jungkook wishes it could.

He pulls away first, though his hand still caresses his face. “Let me clean you up, hyung…” he says softly.

Seokjin blinks. Just once. “Oh. Yes.”

It’s a strange sort of sound, and Jungkook is a little nervous. He can’t put his finger on why, except this is where everything went wrong last time. Carefully, he untangles himself from Seokjin, and gently pulls out of him, met with a soft groan.

Going to the bathroom, he wets a towel and only glances at himself in the mirror. He looks as ruined as he feels, everything a mess. His eyes are wide, and he can see the hint of nervousness in them. So Seokjin must too.

When he returns, Seokjin hasn’t moved. He’s glad. So he carefully tidies him up, wiping his release and making sure he’s alright. “You okay, hyung?” he asks again as he finishes, tossing the towel away.

Seokjin hums, rolling to a drier part of the bed. “Of course, Jungkookie, aren’t you?”

A surge of fear runs through him as he recognizes that for exactly what it is. Another dismissal. He’s trying to ignore this.

Jungkook isn’t going to let it happen again. His jaw clenches, and then he’s on the bed, sitting on Seokjin and staring down at him. “Hyung. Talk to me.”

Surprise settles on his face. It’s different like this, when they aren’t just horny, but their naked bodies are still pressed together. Embarrassment flashes through his eyes. “About what!? Get off me!”

“No! Not until you talk to me, hyung.” His heart is pounding, nerves flooding through him. He shouldn’t be talking to Seokjin like this, but he’s not going to put up with it again. He wants answers, deserves some answers. Doesn’t he?

Seokjin presses his lips together, gaze shifting away from Jungkook like he’s trying to look for an escape. “Yah! You’re being ridiculous.”

Jungkook sighs, reaching out and cupping Seokjin’s face with both of his hands, forcing him to look at him. Seokjin’s eyes are wide. Surprise. Annoyance. Nervousness. “Please, hyung…come on. Did I hurt you? Tell me if I did…please, I want to know what’s wrong.” Much to his dismay, tears are beginning to form in his eyes. If only he wasn’t such a crybaby, he might be able to get through this.

But something in Seokjin’s gaze softens as he notices the tears, unable to look away or pretend they’re not there. He sighs this time. “Jungkook…no, you didn’t hurt me.”

“So…what is it, hyung? What did I do wrong?” He sniffs, trying his best to not become a complete baby. It’s not very successful, but he moves his hands away from Seokjin’s cheeks.

Seokjin’s eyebrows knit together. “Don’t cry, Kookie. It’s…you didn’t do anything wrong. You never do.”

“Hyung…that isn’t an answer. Just tell me. I can handle it, whatever it is…I’m…I’m an adult, you know.” Which makes him feel even more ridiculous to have to say. “I’ve been through the army and everything, you don’t…you don’t have to protect my feelings.”

Saying that while a stray tear rolls down his face is surprisingly not the most effective argument.

Seokjin’s expression melts. Arms wind around Jungkook’s waist, and he rolls, taking Jungkook with him until they’re laying side by side on the bed. He pulls Jungkook close, one hand going to scratch at his head. “You’ll always be a baby, Kookie. Our baby. My baby.”

This makes a fresh round of tears sting his eyes. “Hyung…”

“That’s…” Seokjin sighs. “That’s why this is…hard. You’re our maknae, Jungkook. We’re supposed to protect you and love you, not…”

“Get fucked by me?’

“Don’t be crass! But yes, that. That’s just…it’s not right. I shouldn’t have let it happen. Once. And definitely not…again.” Seokjin’s voice is soft, tender. Taking care of him.

Jungkook watches his face carefully. “We both wanted it, though. What’s so wrong about that? I’m in my late twenties, hyung, there’s nothing wrong with it…if you…didn’t like it, that’s okay. But don’t…dismiss it just because I’m the maknae.” His voice is on the verge of pleading, and he’s starting to feel even more nervous somehow. Because this conversation is starting to get away from him.

What is he hoping for? What does he want from Seokjin? The thought feels scary.

Seokjin’s ears flush pink. “It’s not about liking it…”

“But you did.”

“I wouldn’t have done it twice if I didn’t.”

“So…is there something else I’m missing here?”

Seokjin is quiet for a moment, but there’s a tension in his face, like he isn’t sure he wants to keep talking. Not something that happens very often, given that Seokjin does nothing but most of the time. “I don’t just…fuck around. That isn’t…normal for me.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen. “Huh? Really? You don’t do hookups or anything?”

“No! I’m not like that. I’m not Jimin or…” Seokjin flushes again, trailing off and looking strangely guilty as he looks away from Jungkook.

He’s going to throw up. “Or what? Me? So you think I’m a slut too, hyung?”

Seokjin’s lips part in surprise. “Hey, you know Yoongi has very strong feelings about using that word, do you need his lecture again?”

But he isn’t denying it. Before he’s thought about it, he’s off the bed before Seokjin can even react. The tears have dried up, and now he’s just pissed.

“Hey! Where are you going? Aren’t you the one who wanted to talk?”

Jungkook’s vision is blurred as he grabs the clothes scattered across the floor, and goes to the bathroom. He doesn’t know which clothes are even his or Seokjin’s until he’s there, as he begins putting them on hurriedly. He just doesn’t want to look at him anymore. Doesn’t want to see that look on his face.

Because he thinks Jungkook is a slut. Normally, he wouldn’t care. Because Yoongi is right, words are just words and they’re used to shame people for stupid, arbitrary reasons. But that isn’t the point.

The point is that Seokjin thinks Jungkook is that type. Said with disdain. The type to just sleep with anyone on a whim, and that hurts. He doesn’t see the way he’s looked at Seokjin for years. Somehow, Seokjin has reduced it to a fluke of a hookup. He’s used to Seokjin dismissing things: conversations he doesn’t want to have, obligations he doesn’t want to do, errands he’s too lazy for.

But he’s never dismissed Jungkook before.

He dresses in a hurry, leaving the rest of the clothes on the floor for Seokjin to pick up later. It’s not his problem. When he opens the bathroom door, Seokjin is standing there, looking nervous. Lost.

Jungkook doesn’t care. With one last glare, he turns and grabs the door handle.

“Jungkoo-” Seokjin’s voice carries after him, sounding even more nervous than he did all those years ago before their debut stage.

It doesn’t slow Jungkook down, though. He lets the door slam behind him, storming off toward the elevator. After traveling just to see Seokjin in concert, this is the thanks he gets?

The pit in his stomach is tighter than ever. He feels sick. It’s bad enough that Seokjin thinks he’s nothing but some cheap whore, but on top of it he’s in a different country and Jimin isn’t around to talk to. Normally he’d go crash at his apartment, any plans Jimin had before be damned.

But he’s not there. He knows he could call him, but his throat feels dry. He feels wiped out, scraped clean.

Part of him wonders if Seokjin will come after him. Or at least message him, tell him he didn’t mean it. That he’s sorry.

He doesn’t.

Maybe it’s some kind of sign that every time this happens it ends in a disaster.

—

Los Angeles helps. The sun, the ocean, the other members. He hasn’t been able to see Namjoon and Yoongi all that much, so he’s happy to have them, happy they can smile together and talk about the new album. It’s normal, comforting. Even if all of them aren’t there. Taehyung off in Paris, Hoseok off on his tour. And Seokjin.

Also off on tour.

Jungkook hasn’t reached out, and Seokjin hasn’t either. It’s eerily silent, and it only makes him feel worse. He tries his best to not dump it all on everyone else—well, except for Jimin. All it took was one worried frown and for Jimin to take his hand and it all came out in a tearful confession. After Jimin threatened things that were not particularly appropriate given Seokjin was their hyung, they agreed it might be best to not drag everyone into it.

After all, it’s about one of their own. He doesn’t want them to take sides, doesn’t want them to be stuck in the middle.

It eats him up inside, but he does his best to smile and listen to everyone’s stories. Their plans and ideas and visions. He’s excited, or he tries to be.

The thing is, Jungkook isn’t an actor. He’s not Seokjin. Every emotion, every thought, every whim flits across his face. The others notice, of course, he can tell by the way they look at him a moment too long or the way they exchange glances when they think he isn’t looking.

He’s on the balcony of his room, standing against the rail and sipping an iced coffee. He’s not supposed to drink for a few days, and it’s annoying. Mostly because he doesn’t want to feel the sharp pang of everything so keenly.

“Hey.” Yoongi drawls behind him, and then he’s leaning against the railing too.

Palm trees sway in the wind. Jungkook keeps his gaze focused on them, on the shades of pink and orange as the sun sets on LA. “Hey, hyung,” he finally says.

“You wanna talk about it?”

Yoongi has never bothered asking simple questions like if something is wrong or not. Because if it comes to that, he already knows something’s going on.

Jungkook shrugs. “How much do you know?” Seokjin and Yoongi are close, after all. But that doesn’t mean much, Seokjin is well known for keeping his private life that. Jungkook knows all too well.

“Mm…some. Jimin told me.”

So much for not dragging everyone into it. Jungkook scoffs. “He has a big mouth.”

Yoongi snorts. “He’s worried about you.”

“Are you?”

“Should I be?”

The million dollar question, really. He doesn’t know how to answer it, so he doesn’t. Just shrugs again. “I fucked up.”

“Did you? How so?” There’s no judgment in his voice, which is one of the things that makes Yoongi so easy to talk to.

Jungkook takes another drink of his coffee. “I slept with Jin-hyung, you know. I shouldn’t have…it made things weird. And now…I don’t know. It doesn’t matter, I guess. It shouldn’t have happened.”

“The first or the second time?”

Jungkook frowns at him, but seeing the hint of a smile curve his lips melts away any irritation he may have held. “Jimin needs to learn some restraint.”

“Already pretty fond of restraints, don’t know if it’ll help him.”

His mouth drops open. “Hyung.”

Yoongi snorts. “Oh, come on, Jungkook. Did you really have no idea?”

“You’re sleeping with Jimin?! I guess I know it happened before, but…currently?” He doesn’t know if he feels more betrayed at Jimin telling Yoongi all about his situation with Seokjin or about Jimin not telling him about is own situation with Yoongi.

This time, Yoongi shrugs. “All I’m saying is…it happens. It’s okay. Do you really think fucking Jin-hyung was a mistake? After all this time?”

Jungkook’s stomach flips. It was easier to ask about Yoongi and Jimin. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asks instead, trying to buy himself some time. Trying to figure out how much he means it.

“Hm…are you telling me you only ever felt anything for Jin-hyung when you saw him as a cowboy?”

“Fucking hell, he told you everything, didn’t he?” Jungkook would very much like to crawl under a rock, but none seem to be around.

Yoongi laughs at this, short and deep. “Sorry, he tends to do that sometimes.”

“Post-fucking you mean?” His tone is accusatory, and he knows he sounds like a child.

But Yoongi is used to him. “Yes. So answer the question.”

Jungkook isn’t sure how he’s supposed to feel about Jimin and Yoongi at all, much less that it’s a recent thing. “Everyone knows Jin-hyung’s hot, that’s not really news…”

Yoongi stares at him. “Mhm, he isn’t afraid to remind us.”

He flushes, suddenly feeling a bit warm despite the nice chill in the air. His gaze focuses down on his glass, the condensation dripping down. Unfortunately, it just reminds him of sweat dripping down Seokjin’s neck. He sighs. Again. “What difference does it make, hyung? He thinks…well, it doesn’t matter really.”

“Jungkook…you know you have to talk to him, right? At one point or another.”

He nods, wonders if Jimin told him everything. If he knows what Seokjin really thinks of him. “Yeah. I will…just not right now.”

Yoongi wets his lips, thinking. Very cat-like as usual. “You know I’m not going to tell either of you what to do, but…” he trails off, like he’s trying to summon his words. “I think you both feel too strongly to let things get between you. He’s an idiot, sure. But…I don’t know. He cares about you.”

That isn’t really the question, though, is it? He knows that Seokjin will probably always have some measure of fondness for him. Thinking the worst of him won’t change that. “So…what? I should just forgive him?”

“Just forgive him? No. Definitely not. Make him work for it,” Yoongi’s brows are furrowed now. “He was being an asshole and a backwards thinking idiot. So no, no easy forgiveness there. I just mean…I guess if he tries to make it up to you—properly—then…try not to just shut him out. Unless it’s a really shitty ass apology. Then let me talk to him.”

Two things occur to him simultaneously. One, Jimin has a really big mouth. Two, how much he appreciates Yoongi. Slinging an arm around his shoulder, he offers a small smile. “Thanks, hyung.”

“You’ll be okay…you’re a tough kid.”

Jungkook wrinkles his nose, “How’s it feel to be shorter than a kid then?”

“Aish, brat.” He swats him playfully.

It’s nice. Simple. If only he had never actually acted on his impulses. If only Seokjin had never released that godforsaken song. Things could have still been easy with him too.

A little voice in the back of his head said that things were never that easy. That something was always there, lingering, like an itch that couldn’t be scratched. A thought just on the tip of his tongue.

But he doesn’t want to think about that, doesn’t want to pay attention to that thought.

—

“Jin-hyung’s coming?” Taehyung asks, looking up from his phone, freshly in from Paris last night.

Jungkook keeps washing his bowl from breakfast, trying not to seem worried about it. They haven’t spoken since it happened, so he doesn’t really know what it’s going to be like. Not that he hasn’t been tempted, of course. Even if Seokjin was the one who owed him the apology, it was hard to not talk.

Seokjin still replies just fine in the group chat to everyone else, but Jungkook just fell silent. Not entirely unusual for him, he’s notorious for ignoring messages for hours and days on end. He wonders if Seokjin notices, though, if he wonders if he’s upset.

“When’s he getting here?” Jimin asks Namjoon.

“Mm, his plane lands soon. So maybe an hour? Two at most.”

Jungkook puts the bowl into the dish rack, staring at it for a long moment. He knows if he turns around they’ll be looking at him, searching his face for clues. Trying to figure out if he’s going to fall apart or not. So he makes sure that he schools his expression into something neutral when he finally turns toward them.

“I’ll be back before he gets here…going to go work out,” he says simply. The stares are on him anyway, of course. Trying to figure out what to do.

He knows they want to make this thing right, but they know that they can’t. He doesn’t know exactly how much Taehyung and Namjoon know, doesn’t know if Jimin’s gone ahead and blabbed to them as well. It was known to happen.

Mostly, Jungkook just doesn’t want to drive himself or anyone else crazy for the next hour. Or two. Hard to tell with LA traffic. Maybe if he works out hard enough, if he wears his body out, he’ll be fine. It will be easier.

He returns to the house a little over an hour later, still damp with sweat. He hears him before he sees him, that loud laugh echoing through the house. It makes something twist in his stomach, but he knows he can’t avoid it.

Following the sound of the voices, he finds them all in the living room, lounging around with cups of coffee and tea and a cake someone bought. Jungkook tries to look everywhere but at Seokjin at first, but it’s hard. Something about him always draws Jungkook’s attention, after all. How can someone look so beautiful just off such a long flight? It isn’t right.

Seokjin looks at him when he feels eyes on him, and the smile falters for only the briefest of moments. “Hey, Kookie,” he says, “I was wondering where you were.” There’s no giveaway in his tone, sounding just like his usual, casual self.

It’s infuriating.

Jimin’s face looks concerned. Yoongi looks impassive. Namjoon keeps glancing between the two of them. Taehyung is the only one who doesn’t seem particularly bothered, just picking at his piece of cake.

Jungkook can’t muster the energy to smile. “Hi, hyung. Glad you landed safely I…uh, I’m gonna go shower, you guys don’t want to smell me. Just wanted to greet you first.” He lifts a hand, still not venturing very far into the room. He doesn’t trust himself to.

“You don’t want cake first, Jungkook?” Namjoon asks.

“Later!” He’s already walking out of the room. It might be a first for him, turning down cake. But the gym has proven to be a good excuse anyway.

Jungkook takes his time. He undresses slowly, piling his gym clothes nicely and letting the water run for a while before he hops in. Even then, he just stands for a long time under the water, letting the heat wash over his muscles. He could argue it away as being good for after a workout, soothing himself. He takes his time with his hair, washing off his body, scrubbing himself clean. But after a while, there’s really nothing else to clean, and it doesn’t seem responsible to waste that much water.

So he sighs to himself, rinsing off one last time before turning off the shower and stepping out. He soothes himself with the knowledge that he can prolong this a little longer, since he has to blow dry his hair and apply his skincare. It’s not much, but it’s all he’s got.

What he doesn’t expect, however, is Seokjin sitting on his bed when he steps out of the bathroom. He’s holding a plate of cake, and his eyes linger, raking over Jungkook’s body.

It’s only then that he wonders if he should have brought his clothes into the bathroom with himself. As it is, he’s just standing there with a towel slung around his waist, hair dripping. Not much to hide behind. “Uh…” he doesn’t exactly know what to say, and he isn’t ready to forgive him enough to make a cute little joke about the situation like he otherwise would.

This seems to snap Seokjin’s attention back to Jungkook’s face. “I…Jungkook. We should talk.”

Jungkook tries not to sigh or roll his eyes. He doesn’t want to start a fight right away. After all, he told Yoongi he would try. “I don’t know if we do. I need to get dressed.”

“Jungkook. Sit down.” Seokjin is usually the fun hyung, easy to laugh with, and that’s how he likes it. But when he switches his tone to something more serious, that very particular hyung tone, the rest of them know he means business. And they don’t usually dare to question it.

There’s a part of him that wants to challenge it, just for the hell of it. See what happens. But things are already bad enough, he doesn’t need to make it worse. Maybe. Depending on what Seokjin has to say.

And really, it’s kind of hot.

Dutifully, he secures the towel and walks over, sitting down on the bed. He says nothing, though, just watches Seokjin carefully. Sees the way his lips are doing that thing where they press together, like he’s trying so hard. His beautiful brown eyes are sparkly, searching. Almost a little lost.

Seokjin puts the cake on the bed, nudging it toward Jungkook. “Look…we can’t…leave things like this, Kook.”

Sitll, he says nothing. Just keeps watching.

“It’s not good for everyone.”

Is that all he’s concerned about? “I can be professional, hyung.”

There’s a flash of surprise. “I…no, I didn’t…” Seokjin sighs. “Words are not really my strong suit here.”

Normally, Jungkook would reassure him that he doesn’t need to try. That he understands what he’s trying to say so it doesn’t matter if it comes out right or not. But he’s not going to give him that comfort. Because he does want to hear it, he wants to hear it even if it’s going to crush him. He picks up the cake instead, taking a forkful.

Seokjin’s eyebrows furrow, and he seems to catch on that Jungkook isn’t going to make it easy on him. “Aish, this is hard. You know I…Jungkook. I wouldn’t do all that with just anyone.”

Jungkook swallows the bite of cake. He hardly tastes it, really. “I know. You’re not a slut, you said that.”

“Hey…”

“Come on, hyung, stop playing with me.” He puts the cake down and stands up, irritation growing. If he waits for Seokjin to just get out with it, he’s going to be waiting all night. “Just get it over with, okay? We fucked twice. We don’t owe each other anything, right? That’s all it was.” He’s trying his hardest to focus. Trying to make sure he’s calm instead of angry. Even if the words are loaded, his tone is careful. And mostly, trying not to cry. It doesn’t take much to set him off, especially in high-emotion situations.

Seokjin’s eyes widen. “Is that really how you feel?”

He’s losing his temper, however much he tries to clamp it down. He’s trying not to say something that will launch them into an argument, but it’s not seeming promising. “Why wouldn’t it be? I’m just a slut, remember?”

Okay, probably not the best tactic to diffuse the tension.

But Seokjin doesn’t seem to be getting angry. No, his gaze softens even more. “I’m sorry. Jungkook….come here,” he reaches out a hand toward him, “I shouldn’t have said what I did. To be honest…I panicked.”

It’s hard for Jungkook to stay pissed off if someone isn’t returning the same energy, it feels like picking a fight for no reason. And he doesn’t like doing that. At least during his fights with Taehyung, he fights back and then they’re both being jerks before Jimin has to break it up. But Seokjin isn’t Taehyung.

And as much as he loves to play-fight with Jungkook (nothing says affection like a good neck chop), he rarely gets angry with him. This seems no different.

So Jungkook begins to slowly deflate, though he’s still cautious. He takes a step closer, not exactly reaching out for his hand, but not pulling away either. “Panicked about what?”

Seokjin isn’t easily deterred, so he grabs Jungkook’s hand anyway, pulling him even closer until their knees brush. “About…everything. You’re the maknae. What would the others think? What kind of hyung was I? All these things. All these worries. And…I was stupid. I’m sorry, Jungkook. I don’t think you’re a slut. And even if you were, I had no right to call you or anyone else that. I’m sorry…I know I hurt your feelings.”

He doesn’t point out that Seokjin didn’t say the word, but this is confirmation enough that it’s what he meant.

Hot tears prick his eyes. “I don’t just fuck anyone, hyung…you were special for a reason.”

Squeezing his hands, Seokjin glances away. “Kookie…I know. I’m…I’m sorry. Hyung messed this one up, okay? I don’t…I don’t think that way of you. How can hyung make it better, hm?”

Jungkook doesn’t answer, just stands there silently, watching him. Because really, he doesn’t know the answer. “I don’t know…” he pulls his hands away gently, taking a step back.

Seokjin’s eyes turn to his. There’s tenderness there, but also an edge of something else, something like fear. And then it morphs into something else, something that looks like resolve. “Okay. Tit for tat. I called you a slut…well, I’ll be a slut. How about that? I’ll, um, I don’t know…get Jimin’s weird pretty friends to come on my face. I’ll finger myself in an airport bathroom and send it to the group chat, would either of those help? Spank myself on stage?” There’s this edge of desperation in his voice, the usual Seokjin lingering under the surface with his usual jokes, but he doesn’t seem like he’s joking.

Despite everything, Jungkook cracks a smile. He looks cute like this, all worried and nervous. That, more than anything, is what pulls on his heartstrings. Not some insane idea of slut for slut. “Don’t be ridiculous, hyung, don’t do any of those things,” he says with a laugh.

His frown begins to smooth. “Then…how?” A thought seems to strike him. “And hey! What do you mean? What reason was I special?!”

Jungkook shakes his head. There’s no way he can really stay mad at Seokjin, not when he’s like this. Not when he can see how much it means to him to have Jungkook’s forgiveness. He steps forward again, this time not stopping until he’s standing between Seokjin’s legs, his hands moving to cup his face, making him look up at him. “Haven’t you figured it out yet, hyung?”

Seokjin swallows nervously, meeting his gaze. Probably not his most comfortable moment, probably not something he wants to do right now. But maybe he knows it’s too late for that, maybe he knows that there’s no way to resolve this if not for right now.

Leaning down, Jungkook captures Seokjin’s lips with his own, kissing him softly. Of course, he realizes that he’s been in a towel this entire time, but that’s starting to seem more and more precarious. Seokjin leans into the kiss, tilting his head back as a hand comes to rest on Jungkook’s own, like he just needs to touch him.

He pulls away after a moment, though he stays close, pressing their foreheads together. “Don’t you get it, hyung? The way I’ve…felt about you?”

Seokjin inhales sharply, apparently not expecting those words. That’s always been their greatest difference. Where Jungkook is so earnest and honest—sometimes to a fault—Seokjin has no problem lying or repressing his true feelings. “You mean before my stint as a cowboy?”

Jungkook’s mouth curves into a grin, and he pulls further away to look at him. “Shockingly. Are you telling me…it was just me? You just let me fuck you out of some…hyung obligation? Seems a little excessive, if you ask me.”

A scoff. “Well not everyone is lucky enough for a hyung like me.”

He nudges his knee. “Tell me.” Sure, he can probably read through his jokes, can probably figure it out based off of everything if he really wants to. But he doesn’t want to. This whole thing has been too complicated, too hard, all just because they both got horny one night. So now he wants him to say it. Wants to know for sure.

“Such a brat,” Seokjin grumbles, looking away from him again. But then his gaze lifts again, and he sighs. “Fine…I…well. I don’t know.” He grumbles, still probably trying to figure a way to joke this away. But it’s not happening. He licks his pretty lips and blinks nervously. “Maybe the past couple of years I’ve…wondered. But you’re Jungkook…our little maknae. And I’m supposed to take care of you.”

Jungkook feels his stomach clench, but he forces a grin. “I don’t know, hyung, you seem to take pretty good care of my dick.”

Seokjin laughs, swatting him playfully. “Brat. You know what I mean.”

“Mhm. You like me.”

“Yah! What are we, twelve?!”

“Wow, you love me already? Needy hyung.” Jungkook is smiling. The pit is unwinding, the one that’s been there since everything weeks ago. Maybe even longer. Maybe since he first started seeing Seokjin differently.

Seokjin groans. “There’s no reasoning with you!”

“You’re one to talk.” He doesn’t give him the chance to respond, though. He leans in and kisses him again, softly. Over and over. He crawls on top of him, onto the bed, holding his hands and holding them on either side of his head. Seokjin kisses back desperately, like he’s trying to pour all of his thoughts, all of those things he struggles to say, into one kiss.

It might not be perfect, might not be exactly what would make Jungkook’s heart race, but for now it’s enough. His tongue slides into Seokjin’s mouth, hungrily kissing him. He’s missed this, missed the sensation of his body underneath him. It’s getting too dangerous, he knows. Neither of them have actually said the words, neither of them have wanted to break the careful barrier they have. But he wonders if they’re both feeling the same things.

He hopes so. Jungkook is patient when he really needs to be, so he’ll wait if it takes Seokjin longer to be able to say it.

“Uh…hope I’m not interrupting, but…are you two coming to dinner?” Namjoon calls from the hallway.

They break apart quickly as if he was standing right next to them. When they realize the door is still closed, they make eye contact and break into a round of laughter. It’s nice, familiar.

“We’ll be right out, hyung,” Jungkook calls, trying to calm his fits of giggles. When he does, he notices Seokjin watching him, his eyes sparkling with such tenderness that he can feel it in his throat.

“Will we?” Seokjin asks.

Jungkook smiles and presses another lingering kiss to his lips. “Yes. They missed you too, you know. We can spend more time together later.”

He moves to get up from him, only for Seokjin to pull him in again, a hand on the back of his neck. “I am sorry, baby boy. Hyung will make it up to you…I don’t like seeing you upset.”

There’s that other feeling in his stomach again, the one that’s dangerously close to butterflies. He’s too old for butterflies. “I know. Just don’t do it again, okay? I might not be so forgiving then.”

Seokjin smiles, lightly squeezing his neck. “Got it. Go get dressed, they don’t want to stare at your abs during dinner.”

Jungkook laughs. “Oh, but you do? Noted, hyung.”

An eye roll. “Brat.” But the word is filled with so much affection.

—

There are a few days before Seokjin has to go to Anaheim for his shows, and Jungkook doesn’t leave his side. The others notice, of course. Namjoon looks a little awkward whenever Jungkook leans too affectionately on Seokjin, but he doesn’t say anything. Jungkook can almost see the thoughts circling behind his eyes. He never cares exactly what they do in their private lives as long as they’re safe, happy (or as close as they can get), and it doesn’t impact their work as Bangtan. So he just looks away.

Jimin, on the other hand, won’t stop smiling about it. Yoongi has to redirect his attention several times, whispering things like “don’t bother them.” Jungkook just shakes his head. Taehyung is mostly indifferent, or maybe he doesn’t even notice. Though Jungkook finds it hard to imagine Jimin wouldn’t have told him, since he seems to love talking about it to everyone.

They go out to dinner altogether, in a private room in the back of a Korean restaurant so no one will bother them. Jungkook sits across from Seokjin, mostly by circumstance but if it also means he can stare at his perfect face more easily, then that’s just a bonus.

Everything feels…normal. Sure, Hoseok isn’t there, he’s still working on his own solo schedules, but it’s comforting. Soon they’ll be off again, Namjoon and Yoongi leaving soon to attend a wedding in Seoul, where they’ll meet up with Hoseok again. Jungkook himself had to start getting ready to go to Japan in a couple of weeks for work with Calvin Klein.

But for now, at least, they’re all together. Jimin is telling them stories about their time in the military, and Jungkook mostly just smiles a little, nodding his head in agreement, throwing in the odd anecdote or two to punctuate the moment.

When Seokjin laughs, Jungkook feels a sense of calm wash over him. He never feels quite as comfortable as when he’s with the members, and he knows now that it’s no real coincidence that Seokjin has a lot to do with that feeling. It’s like being home.

When they get back from the dinner, Jimin looks around at each of them, running his hand through his hair. “So? Who wants to go out?”

“Out where?” Jungkook asks, frowning slightly, “We were just at dinner.”

He laughs. “Koo, please. A club, something, I don’t know. I’m bored. We’re in LA. There has to be something.”

In other words, he’s horny. Jungkook snorts. “Pass, but good luck.”

Taehyung shrugs. “I’ll go, sure.”

Yoongi mumbles something about the studio, and Namjoon follows after him, calling out a quick “Don’t do anything stupid” aimed at Jimin and Taehyung. Like getting caught probably.

“Seokjinnie-hyung? You want to come?” Jimin asks with one of those devilish smiles of his, the kind that means he’s just trying to poke the beast.

Jungkook resists the urge to groan, namely because he’s curious if Seokjin will go for it. Not that he’s really the type to go out at the best of times, he’d much rather stay home and play his games. But what if?

“I’m too old for that kind of thing,” he waves a hand dramatically. “Go on, enjoy your youth.”

They all laugh, and Jimin and Taehyung disappear upstairs. Probably to change into something hotter so they can get laid. Not that they couldn’t get laid even if they were wearing a turtle costume probably.

“Too old to go out or too old to get laid?” Jungkook asks, grinning.

“You of all people can’t ask me that, you brat!” Seokjin looks amused, though.

Jungkook smiles, “Maybe it was an offer.”

Seokjin’s eyes widen slightly, “I…”

“What? Did you think I only wanted you after Rope It?” He takes a step closer, hand running along Seokjin’s chest.

Seokjin seems dumbfounded, and his pretty pink tongue slides out, running over his sinful lips. “I don’t think I’d thought that far.”

Jungkook’s hand snakes around his shoulder and grabs him by the neck, pulling him in. “So don’t think at all.” He doesn’t close the distance, pausing when they’re only a breath apart. He’s curious, in a way. Because the other two times they’ve fucked, it’s been directly after a concert. Seokjin was tired and worked up then, but this was different. Everything was calm, he couldn’t use the show or adrenaline as an excuse for ending up this way.

But he doesn’t need to think too hard, because Seokjin quickly leans in, kissing him. Hands move to Jungkook’s waist, and he can’t help but smile into the kiss. Feeling Seokjin’s pretty lips against his sends a shiver of pleasure down his spine, and he’s amazed at just how little it takes to get all worked up from just being around his hyung.

Jungkook licks into his mouth, and Seokjin moans softly, drawing even closer to Jungkook until they’re pressed flush against one another. They kiss for long moments, getting lost in each other’s lips and tongues so they don’t even know how much time passes.

So they don’t hear when Jimin and Taehyung come down the stairs. Not until Jimin’s loud laugh cuts through the room.

Seokjin jumps away from Jungkook like he’s been burned, a look of horror on his face as the realization hits him that they were just standing there in the living room for anyone to see. “Hey! Don’t sneak up on people!” he ends up saying, trying to hide the blush that’s creeping up his face.

Jimin smiles. “Taehyung, I don’t think we were sneaking, do you? I think you were just distracted, hyung.”

Taehyung snickers. “You two should probably get a room. There’s lots of them in the house, you know. Unless you like people watching?”

If Taehyung didn’t know before, he certainly does now.

“Ooh, that could be fun.” Jimin places a finger on his chin like he’s considering it.

“Oh come on!” Seokjin is barely looking at any of them.

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Don’t you two have somewhere to be?”

“Aw, I think our Jungkookie is horny. I guess we should leave them to it,” Taehyung says with a sigh.

Jimin laughs. “Bye! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”

They’re quiet as Tweedledee and Tweedledum leave, Jungkook feeling a warmth creeping up his neck. Neither of them move.

“Um…” he mutters.

“We should…get some sleep maybe.” Seokjin rubs his neck.

“Hyung, it’s 9:30.”

“I’m old, Jungkook!”

This makes him laugh, the tension starting to break. “Hyung…I think everyone already knows. We don’t…I mean…I don’t know. Do we have to hide it?”

“Well I’m not going to let them watch if that’s what you mean.”

Jungkook laughs. “God, no. Come on, hyung, let’s go where no one else can disturb us.”

“So pushy.” But Seokjin is laughing too, leading the way up the stairs.

They don’t talk about it, but it seems natural for them to just go to Jungkook’s room. They find themselves naturally wrapping around each other, limbs entangled on the bed, lips finding lips comfortably. Jungkook rubs his hand along Seokjin’s back, languidly kissing him over and over. Seokjin’s hand rests on his chest, and he smiles a little as Jungkook kisses him.

It’s comfortable, almost alarmingly so. It feels like home in a way that he can’t really explain. Different than the kind of home he feels with the other members. And it’s something different than arousal. It burns deep in his chest, has maybe burned there for years, but now it’s able to blossom. Able to envelop him in this comfort.

His hand comes to Seokjin’s face, pulling away from him slightly just so he can look at him. Take in the kiss-swollen lips, the pretty sparkling eyes. “You know…I missed you so much.”

Surprise flickers across Seokjin’s face, knitting his eyebrows. “It was only a few days, bun-”

“No…I mean then too. I miss you whenever you’re not right here with me. But I mean…when I was in the military. When you were in the military. It…it was so hard, hyung, to not see you.” He doesn’t know exactly where this is coming from, doesn’t know why he feels this overwhelming urge to say it. Just that he needs to or he might burst.

Seokjin’s gaze softens. “Oh bun…I missed you too.”

Jungkook smiles a little. “I know. You mentioned me on Run Jin how many times?”

A pretty flush, and Seokjin swats his chest, looking away. “Brat.”

He pulls him down and kisses him again, just softly. “I’m glad. You know…I’ve always…it’s always been you, hyung. I don’t…I don’t care if it’s impossible or weird or hard or…whatever it is. Just thinking of you with anyone else…I don’t want that.”

Silence.

“What are you saying?”

Is he not being clear enough? “Hyung. I don’t want this to be just…us fucking.” The conversation was vaguely familiar, vaguely dangerous. But he had to say it.

“Jungkook…baby boy, come on. Haven’t you realized? It never was.”

His breath catches in his throat. “You mean…?”

Seokjin brushes the hair away from Jungkook’s forehead, tenderly, affection clear in his eyes. “Sweetheart…of course. I know I fucked up…I said something rude to you, but that was…what I was trying to tell you. It didn’t come out right, and I hate that it hurt you. But...that’s what it was, I just meant I wouldn’t do this with just anyone. You’re special to me, Kookie…haven’t you realized that already?”

Tears prick his eyes. He feels silly. A little embarrassed. And most of all, this overwhelming warmth in his chest. “I’m sorry, hyung.”

Seokjin kisses him softly. “Don’t be sorry. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Jungkook kisses him back, caressing his cheek and pressing against him over and over. “Neither of us need to be sorry again…it’s okay. It’s all okay.”

There’s a smile against his lips. “You’re so sappy.”

He laughs. “You like that about me.”

Seokjin doesn’t deny it, just kisses him again. They lay that way for a long time, tangled up in each other and sharing soft kisses now and again as they drift closer to sleep. For the first time in weeks—hell, maybe even for the first time in years—Jungkook feels truly calm. Something about the comfort of Seokjin so near to him, the smell of his hyung’s cologne, the peace after making up, knowing that he maybe feels the same warmth in his chest as Jungkook.

He falls asleep with Seokjin curled against him, his head on Jungkook’s chest.

—

Of course, Seokjin can’t actually stay long. He has two nights in Anaheim he has to prepare for, and it’s an annoyingly long way from LA for him to just stay with them.

“Why did you have to plan everything so last minute, hyung?” Jungkook asks, a whine creeping into his voice.

Seokjin laughs. “It only seemed like a good idea too late.”

They have another dinner while everyone is there. Partly, Jungkook wishes the others were there. But Yoongi and Namjoon have already gotten on their flight back to Seoul for the wedding, and Hoseok was on his way there too. So it’s just the four of them, which is unfortunate. Because the last thing they need is Taehyung and Jimin teaming up against them.

Which is, of course, the first thing they do.

“So…” Jimin cups his chin in his hand, elbow on the table, staring them down. “Tell us. Are you two together?”

Seokjin splutters on his drink.

Jungkook groans. “Don’t start, hyung.”

Taehyung grins. Nothing brings out his mischievous side like Jimin and a hint of gossip. “Yeah, we want to hear all about it. Is hyung’s cock as big as the legends state? I’ve only seen it flaccid.”

“Yah! You little brats, why do you even want to know? We shouldn’t be talking about this!” Seokjin cries, his face flushed pink, ears tipped red.

They all laugh at that.

Jungkook shrugs. “It is big, but hyung really likes taking my cock.”

Seokjin flushes about three different shades of red, his hand flying out to smack Jungkook’s chest.

Jungkook catches his hand, lacing their fingers together, stilling the inevitable hit. “Sorry, hyung, they were going to find out eventually.”

“Well, well. I always wondered,” Jimin mused, a devilish smile on his face, acting like Jungkook didn’t already confirm it. Probably just to be even more infuriating.

“Ahh, no, that makes sense, really.” Taehyung hums, staring off into the distance.

“You think?”

“Definitely. Princess Jin. All that manhandling. Plus, did you hear that tie me up song?”

“Ooh, Jungkook’s favorite.”

“Guess he wants to be tied up by our little Kookie.”

He wouldn’t mind if the earth opened up and swallowed him.

“It’s called Rope It! Now let’s stop talking about this,” Seokjin is still flushed all red, still loosely onto Jungkook’s hand, but he looks like he’s either about to join him in the earth or start yelling loud enough for the entire restaurant to hear.

Warmth creeps up his neck, though he really only has himself to blame. He knows better than to respond to Taehyung or Jimin’s taunting. He always loses.

Thankfully, the two of them had enough self preservation to know that they don’t want to push their oldest hyung too far. Instead, Jimin began telling them about Taehyung striking out at the club, which surprises them all. Despite his sympathies, however, Jimin looks almost too delighted to tell the story.

“I was distracted,” is Taehyung’s defense, though he can’t seem to supply what he was distracted by.

Afterward, when they’re back at the house, a few drinks in from dinner, Jungkook helps Seokjin look around for his things to make sure he’s packed. “Wish you could stay longer.”

Seokjin smiles a little, reaching out and touching his hand. “It’s only a few more weeks…then I’ll be done with the tour.”

Jungkook squeezes tightly, but a grin slides onto his face. “Kind of a shame…I’m going to miss watching the videos of you in the cowboy hat.”

Seokjin laughs. “I’ll bring it back with me.”

“Promise?”

“You and your cowboy fetish,” Seokjin pulls him closer.

Jungkook smiles. “No cowboy fetish. It’s just you. But you know…Tae did have a pretty good idea.”

A look of confusion crosses his face. “Taehyung never has good ideas.”

Usually true. “Really?” he leans in close to his ear, wrapping his arms around his tiny little waist. “You mean you don’t want me to tie you up, hyung?”

A shiver runs through his body, which tells him everything. “Bun-”

“Oh, so you do like that, hm? You want to be all tied up so you can’t move? Let me do whatever I want to you, hyung?”

Seokjin groans softly. “We can’t-”

He leans in and kisses him softly. “Not now. I know.”

There’s regret in his eyes, and he thinks it’s more than just about the sex. Probably. Or at least partly. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

They kiss some more, and Jungkook doesn’t want to let him go. He’s only going to Anaheim, only going to do his concerts. But it’s still so hard for Jungkook to say goodbye. Even if it’s just a see you later.

—

Jungkook flies to see him in Newark. The last of his US shows. And just like before, he stands hidden in one of the boxes, all covered up, hiding from the phones and ARMY’s eagle eyes and everyone. He hasn’t told Jin he’s there, but is planning to surprise him, loving the way his pretty face lights up when he sees him. They talk most days, sometimes FaceTiming after Seokjin does a live or when either of them wakes up, just to be able to see each other.

Just like the other times, and the times he’s been glued to the videos of Seokjin’s performance, he finds himself transfixed. Cock hardening, heart racing, sweat beading on his forehead as he watches him perform. It’s magnetic, really. Somehow amplified by everything that’s transpired in the past days, the past weeks.

His fingers curl up into fists as he watches Seokjin come out without a jacket on, watches the muscles of his arms, tracing the lines of his body with his gaze. In his mind’s eye, he can see him without the clothes, can see his pretty skin and the fine muscles, the softness of his waist. It makes him yearn more, makes his mouth go dry.

It’s torture to make it through the rest of the concert. He wants so badly to go right to him, wants to take him right then and there in the backstage area. But he has a plan, he’s waited for this.

Seokjin doesn’t know it’s coming, doesn’t know Jungkook is anywhere nearby. He told him he would be in the studio creating vocal guides, that he’d talk to him after the shows. He wasn’t suspicious, of course, and that was good enough.

When the concert ends, Jungkook waits. He waits as Seokjin does a live on Weverse, eating post-concert mulhwae in his grey hoodie. It only serves to make Jungkook crazier, watching the way it’s unzipped enough to show off his collarbones and pretty neck, hinting at the bare chest underneath. It makes him feel itchy, wanting to touch him so badly but knowing he can’t just yet.

He isn’t on long, but he waits still. Waits until he gets a message that he’s just showered and is getting ready for bed. With a hint of a smile on his face, he doesn’t message back, just walks down the hall to his room, already gathered from their manager.

Knocking on the door, there’s a pause. And it’s no surprise, really, they’ve all been warned to be wary. There’s always a possibility that some adamant fan is going to try to barge in.

“Yes?” comes Seokjin’s voice.

Already, he feels better hearing him so close. “Hyung…” he calls softly.

The door swings open, Seokjin’s eyes wide. “Jungkook…what are you…what are you doing here?” he asks, voice tinged with surprise and perhaps amazement.

“I missed you,” he says simply, pushing his way inside, not waiting for an invitation.

Seokjin is in another hoodie and shorts, his hair still damp from the shower. Seokjin shuts the door behind him, and Jungkook wastes no time. He drops his things and pulls him close. There’s a smile as Seokjin’s arms wrap around him, as their lips find each other.

“Missed you too, bun,” Seokjin breathes, fingers tangling in Jungkook’s hair.

“I was at the show, you know. Watched you out there…you looked so good, hyung. You like showing off for everyone, don’t you?” he teases, pressing his lips all along his jaw.

Seokjin tilts his head back, groaning softly. “What’s not to show off?” But there’s no real conviction to his arrogance.

It’s cute when he’s like this. “You’re right…you’re perfect, hyung…so perfect. And all mine.” He nips at his jaw.

Seokjin freezes. “Oh? Possessive, aren’t we?”

Jungkook hooks a finger under his chin, drawing their gazes together. “You’re mine and I’m yours, hyung. We already knew that.”

What’s really amazing is watching Seokjin’s expression. His lips part in surprise, but it’s fleeting. His gaze drops, eyes darkening with desire. Leaning in, he captures Jungkook’s lips with his, pulling him in closer. Needier.

“Missed you.” Seokjin’s hands are roaming over his back, like he doesn’t want to let him go.

Jungkook kisses him softly. “I’m here now, baby, it’s okay. In fact…I’ve got a little surprise for you, if you’re up to it.”

Seokjin’s eyes narrow slightly, suspicious. “Your cock isn’t exactly what I’d call a little surprise.”

He laughs. “Well, thank you. But no, not that—or, really, not just that. Remember what we talked about in LA?”

His eyebrows furrow.

“Do you want to get tied up, hyung?”

Seokjin blinks. Once. Twice. Three times. When he swallows, his adam’s apple bobs. “I…yeah.”

Now it’s Jungkook’s turn to be surprised. He doesn’t actually expect Seokjin to be so honest, at least not without a couple of complaints thrown in for good measure. He must really want it. Smiling, he kisses him over and over again. “Get undressed and onto the bed.”

Everything moves quickly after that. Their clothes fall into a pile on the floor, and Jungkook guides Seokjin’s arms behind his back, securing them carefully with the rope he’d bought.

“Feel okay, baby?” he asks, peeking to make sure he doesn’t look too uncomfortable.

Seokjin meets his gaze, and he pulls a little on the ties, testing. “You’re not going to just abandon me like this, are you?” he asks, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

Jungkook grins and smacks his ass playfully. “Depends on how well you behave for me. But…hyung. If you get uncomfortable or want me to stop anytime, just tell me, okay?”

A smile. “I will, bun.”

After a lingering kiss, he carefully guides him to lie on his back, arms trapped underneath him so he can kiss his way down Seokjin’s body, savoring the sensation of his soft skin underneath him. He lingers over his nipples, laving his tongue over them in a way that makes Seokjin groan. Jungkook can feel him shifting, already trying to free himself to no avail.

“You can’t be this impatient already,” he teases, glancing up at him.

Seokjin groans. “Just…touch me already.”

“Sorry, baby, that would ruin my fun.” He continues his way down, kissing along his pretty soft stomach and around his bellybutton. It’s just so pretty, he can’t help but lightly bite the sensitive skin around it, and Seokjin shudders underneath him.

He ignores his cock, already half hard, and instead hauls him up, flipping him over. Grabbing a pillow, he slides it under his hips, and Seokjin wriggles at his mercy.

“This is infuriating,” he complains, but his voice has dropped with his own desire.

Jungkook smiles a little, running his hand along his ass. “Are you complaining? That doesn’t seem like behaving.” Without warning, he draws his hand back and smacks his ass.

Seokjin gasps. “Jung-”

Another smack.

“Behave for me, baby.” Jungkook watches him carefully. Admiring the pretty shade of pink the spanking has caused. Smack. “You look so pretty like this.”

Seokjin groans, but doesn’t say more. His back arches, already eager for more. Fingers twitch in their binds. It’s something kind of incredible to see Seokjin like this, entirely at his mercy, unable to do anything about it.

Perhaps it should make him feel drunk with power, but more than anything he just feels an overwhelming surge of warmth and affection. Seokjin trusts him so much that it makes his chest clench.

Smack.

“Do you like that?” he asks, running a hand along the pink skin to soothe.

Seokjin shifts. “Mmpfh.” It’s all he manages to get out.

Smack. “Use your words, baby. What do you need?”

“Y-you. Want you.”

Smack. “I think you’re missing something, hyung.”

Another groan. “Fuck. Please, please…please touch me.”

The sound is so pretty, so sweet. It’s so incredibly unlike how Seokjin usually is, such a change from either his playful side or the caring hyung. It’s exhilarating, knowing that he gets to see this side, that no one else does.

“There’s my baby,” he praises him gently,. He grabs the lube on the bed, squirting some onto his fingers and onto the crack of his ass, letting it run down.

Seokjin shivers, and Jungkook admires the sight of it. Though he knows that he could make this last a lot longer, knows that Seokjin is entirely at his mercy this way, he can’t deny that he’s eager and impatient himself.

“Spread more for me, baby.”

There’s no hesitation, just Seokjin immediately spreading his legs for him, face still pressed against the bed and back arched deliciously. He looks so beautiful that he almost wants to capture it, take a photo or paint a picture of just how perfect he looks. But that’s far too dangerous, so he just commits it to his mind’s eye. Trailing a finger along his ass, he admires the way Seokjin’s pretty pink hole flutters around nothing, already eager.

His finger slides to his rim, slowly circling it before sliding the tip in. To his surprise, he feels spread open already. “Baby? Did you finger yourself?”

Pink tints Seokjin’s ears adorably. “Y-yes…in the shower.”

“Oh? What were you thinking about?” He stills his finger inside of him.

“Jungkook-”

Smack. One hand is still preoccupied with fingering him open, the other now poised for spanking. “Tell me.”

“You…thought about you, bun.”

“What about me, hm? Tell me.”

“You fucking me…ramming your big cock inside me right there in the shower. Missed you, bun. Please, please…more.” Seokjin whines softly, trying to push back onto his finger and fuck himself open.

Jungkook stills him with a hand, amused. “Aw, so good for me, baby…I’ll fuck you in the shower. Anywhere you want.” Without warning, he slides a second finger in with the first.

Seokjin moans softly. The prettiest sound in the world.

He begins thrusting them in and out of him, savoring his tightness and the way he clenches around his fingers. Seokjin is arching against him, his hands twisting in their binds as he tries to get free, eager for some kind of contact.

A third finger slides in, stretching him open to prepare for his cock. Jungkook is already so hard his cock hurts, throbbing every time Seokjin lets out another moan. He presses kisses along the base of his spine as he thrusts his fingers in and out of him. Seokjin is groaning, his arms struggling against the binds and fingers clenching around air like he needs to touch Jungkook so badly.

“Please…oh, fuck, please…” Seokjin moans, muffled against the pillow as Jungkook thrusts particularly deep inside him.

He’s just so pretty when he begs. “Please what, baby? Use your words.” he says, admiring the way goosebumps flutter over his skin as his hot breath ghosts over him.

Seokjin groans in frustration, which just earns him another smack against his ass. “Fuck me, baby boy…please…need you so bad.”

The words send a jolt to his cock. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of Seokjin saying he needs him. “Good boy.” Dutifully, he slides his fingers out of him, and he smiles to himself as he watches Seokjin try to follow after, chasing his fingers.

Grabbing the lube and condom, he pauses. “Hyung…”

The word causes Seokjin to turn his head, startling him with the more serious tone.

“Do we really need the condom?” he asks, tilting his head.

Seokjin snorts. “So greedy. No, I’m clean.”

“But do you want it?” Jungkook’s hand falls to his hip, watching carefully.

“Jungkook. Just fuck me…want to feel all of you. Want to touch you.”

A smile slides onto his face. “Not yet.”

He squirts the lube onto his cock and slicks himself up, anticipation building at the idea of getting to fuck inside him raw. How is Seokjin just so fucking perfect? He doesn’t want to make him too impatient, however, so he settles behind him, admiring the pretty sight before him. Seokjin all spread out on the bed, arms tied behind his back, pretty face pressed against the pillow, his ass on full display for Jungkook to use as he wants.

“Gorgeous,” he mumbles, but he can see the slight curve of Seokjin’s lips and knows he heard him.

Guiding his cock to his pretty pink hole, he lingers for a moment, rubbing the tip teasingly over and over. Just catching on his rim every now and again in a way that makes Seokjin groan. His hands twist in the rope, and Jungkook smiles a little to himself, admiring the way he’s behaving so well for him despite being just so eager to get fucked.

Slowly, he breaches him, pushing past the tight ring of muscle. A shiver of pleasure runs down his spine at the sensation of fucking into him raw, nothing between his cock and being inside Seokjin. It’s like heaven. He pauses briefly when he’s halfway in, letting him adjust.

“Bun…please…”Seokjin whines, hips rolling back, eager for more.

“So good for me, baby,” Jungkook whispers, voice catching slightly. “You look so good this way, you know. Wish everyone could see.”

Seokjin mumbles something against the pillow.

It’s tempting to ask him what, to try and pry more out of him. But he looks so fucking cute it’s hard to resist. So he thrusts the rest of the way in, hips snapping into him in a way that shifts them both up the bed. Seokjin’s resounding moan is worth it, his voice all deep with need.

Being inside Seokjin is incredible, and it takes every effort to not just start fucking him with everything he has. He feels so tight and hot around him. A tattooed hand reaches down, grabbing Seokjin’s bound wrists for leverage, his other hand falling to his pretty hip.

“Fuck. You feel so good, baby…” He realizes he sounds a little breathless, but that’s no wonder. Something about being around Seokjin just seems to always take his breath away.

Seokjin whines underneath him. “Fuck me…need it, need you,” Seokjin says, already sounding so wrecked.

And god help him, his cock twitches at those words. He wonders if he can feel it inside him, can feel the way his words get to him. Who is he to argue with such a beautiful creature all pretty and open for him?

Grabbing tighter to his wrists, he draws his hips back, savoring the slick slide of his cock inside of him. When just the tip is inside, he pauses for the briefest of moments before fucking back inside, burying himself to the hilt. Dual moans fill the air. Is it possible to get addicted to the sound of someone’s voice? Because he thinks he might be addicted to Seokjin’s moaning.

He begins fucking him properly, setting an easy pace that makes them both moan. Seokjin’s fingers try to reach him from the hold he has on his ropes, and Jungkook finds it so cute, which maybe is strange given he’s buried deep inside of him. Fingers dig into Seokjin’s hip. He wonders if he should leave marks on his skin. Usually a no no, but who else is going to see his hip? It might give him a reminder when he has to go to Europe.

The thought makes him fuck into him harder, pleasure coursing through him as Seokjin’s tight heat wraps around him, sucking him in every time he pulls back out. It’s hypnotic, and Jungkook loves the sight of his cock sliding in and out of him.

“So tight…fuck, can’t get enough of you.” He praises, fingers tightening around the ropes.

Seokjin is letting out a stream of moans and sounds, babbling into the pillow as he gets fucked open. “H-harder,” is all he can manage in between moans of Jungkook’s name and curses falling from his lips. He can’t move, can only lay there, taking it.

It’s enough to rip something akin to a growl from Jungkook’s throat, and he snaps harsher inside of him. Something about Seokjin wanting him is enough to make him desperate for more, desperate to please.

Without warning, he stills, and before Seokjin can start whining, he pulls out of him entirely. Seokjin frowns in confusion, at least until Jungkook changes their positions, manhandling Seokjin to where he wants him. Jungkook ends up flat on his back, with Seokjin straddling his hips, facing away from him. Jungkook grabs hold again of the rope that binds his wrist so he doesn’t fall.

“Fuck yourself with my cock, baby,” he says softly, admiring the sight above him.

Seokjin doesn’t waste time, filling himself up with Jungkook’s cock. He starts bouncing desperately, so eager for more, eager to be filled.

It’s so hot. And Jungkook gets to admire the beautiful sight of Seokjin’s ass bouncing on his cock, still a pretty shade of pink from all the spanking and Jungkook pounding into him. “You’re so fucking pretty,” he praises, admiration falling over him as he watches Seokjin bounce.

He admires the transition from his taut ass to his beautiful tiny waist. The 7 tattoo on his side. The muscles in his back and how broad his shoulders stretch above him. Everything about Seokjin is just so perfect that it makes Jungkook’s chest clench.

Seokjin keeps letting out streams of moans as he fucks himself open, the sounds going straight to Jungkook’s cock. The slide inside of him is messy, slick, and he knows he’s leaking precum steadily inside of him. Pleasure washes over him, and he knows he’s getting close.

After only a moment of hesitation, he relaxes his grip on Seokjin’s wrists, enough that he can undo the ropes. As fun as it is to have Seokjin tied up, as much as he enjoys being able to do what he wants with him, he wants to feel him. Wants Seokjin to be able to touch him too. At least here when they’re both so fucking close.

When his wrists are freed, Seokjin immediately stops what he’s doing and slides off of Jungkook’s cock, turning around so that he’s facing Jungkook.

“Needed to kiss you,” he says softly.

Jungkook smiles and pulls Seokjin down to him, one hand wrapping around the back of his neck. Their lips meet, at first soft. But it quickly evolves, turning into tongues sliding against each other, and Jungkook guides his cock back to Seokjin’s hole, fucking up into him.

Seokjin moans into the kiss and winds his arms around Jungkook’s neck, holding on like he can’t bear to be apart from him, like he needs to touch or he’ll break.

Jungkook rolls them over so he’s on top of Seokjin, still kissing him desperately. Their bodies are flush against one another, hot and slick as he fucks into him. They’re both so close, he can feel the tightening in his balls and he’s starting to recognize that Seokjin’s moans get particularly desperate when he’s close too. The hand not still on Seokjin’s neck travels between their bodies, wrapping his fingers around his length to jerk him off. Seokjin is eager for the ability to touch again, his hands traveling over Jungkook’s muscular back, over his shoulders, through his hair. His legs wrap around Jungkook’s waist, pulling him in deeper.

It’s enough to make Jungkook’s head spin. He jerks Seokjin’s cock in time with his thrusts as best he can, the pace brutal and desperate, still kissing with needy abandon. Seokjin comes undone first, breaking away from the kiss to moan Jungkook’s name loudly, over and over, fingernails digging into his shoulders as he comes all over his stomach and Jungkook’s hand.

It isn’t fair to be so gorgeous, really. But that’s what Jungkook is struck by as he watches him come, watches the way his sinful lips—extra red and swollen with all the kissing—are parted as he cries out, the way his pretty eyes screw up tight, the sweat running down his throat. Jungkook leans in, licking the sweat from his skin as he fucks into him, desperately chasing his own release.

It doesn’t take long. Burying himself deep inside, his orgasm washes over him in a way that makes his head spin. He groans all deep, clenching his jaw and burying his face in the crook of Seokjin’s neck as he releases inside of him, pleasure rocking his entire body, starlight dancing behind his eyes.

They breathe heavily together, and Jungkook feels fingers running through his sweat-dampened hair. His eyes flutter open and he pulls away, rewarded with the sight of Seokjin looking back at him. His gaze is all soft, filled with affection and tenderness.

Jungkook smiles a little, tiredly, and leans in to kiss him softly. Just once. “You okay?” he asks, his voice sounding raspy in his own ears.

Seokjin nods. “Feeling great, bun.”

He smiles and kisses him once more before carefully moving, Sliding out of him in a way that makes Seokjin whine softly. He’s a little nervous as he goes to the bathroom to find a towel to clean them up. This is where things usually go to hell, one way or another.

When he returns, Seokjin is rubbing his wrists as he lays there, tiredly waiting for Jungkook. “Did I hurt you?” he asks, pulling Seokjin’s wrists toward himself to inspect.

“I’m not that breakable, you know.”

Jungkook smiles a little, and inspects carefully. They’re red, but it doesn’t look too deep or like any bruises are going to bloom from the rope marks. He kisses his wrists gently. “I know, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You didn’t, bun, I promise.” Seokjin smiles back at him, the edges of tiredness in his eyes.

Jungkook nods and cleans him up carefully. As he tosses the towel, he knows they should probably hop in the shower, but a few minutes won’t hurt. So instead he hops back into the bed, pulling Seokjin close and wrapping his arms around him.

Seokjin lays his head on his chest, one hand coming to rest on Jungkook’s abs. “This is kind of gross.”

“Shh. We’ll shower in a minute.”

“Did you just shush me?” Seokjin’s voice has taken on that playful edge, even though he still sounds so tired too.

Jungkook laughs. “Yes, hyung. Don’t be so fussy when you just got fucked so well, okay?”

“Mm…it kind of stinks in here.”

“Why is your afterglow just being annoying?” Jungkook asks, watching his pretty hyung.

The tips of Seokjin’s ears turn red. “Little brat.”

Jungkook tilts Seokjin’s chin up, and leans in to kiss him softly. “You like it. We can go to my room after if you want…it’s just down the hall.”

The kiss seems to calm him down some. “You plotted against me.”

He laughs, running his hand along his back. “Mhm. I plotted to fuck you just like this. Because I missed you.”

“Are you ever going to stop missing me?” Seokjin asks, but there’s a smile threatening his lips.

Jungkook kisses him again, soft and lingering. “Never.”

Seokjin’s hand finds his, squeezing. “Sappy,” he accuses, but there’s nothing but tenderness in his voice.

“Love you, hyung.”

There’s a moment that Seokjin freezes up, panic in his gaze.

Jungkook just stares back, unflinching. Despite his stomach suddenly having about a thousand butterflies.

“I know. Love you too, bun.”

Jungkook just smiles, because he already knows too.