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"Do you seriously want me to believe that the only reason why Jungkook hasn't moved out of your house, despite him being more than capable of renting, is because he makes good coffee?"

Yoongi has a headache and having his best friend scold him for the sixth time that day wasn't going to help it go away. So Yoongi did what anyone else would've done in his position, he pressed his button and his security came in, and took Namjoon (the scolding best friend) away.

"Thanks, Taehyung," Yoongi massaged his temples, looking up at one of his security. The guy was too pretty to be a security guard and maybe that's the only reason why Yoongi keeps him around. To liven up the place and be a nice pretty art-like masterpiece to drool at whenever a bad day comes around.

Taehyung, despite his exaggerated resume, isn't qualified for the job. Yoongi knew this the moment the tall guy walked into his office. But he was so pretty and interesting that Yoongi couldn't help but want to keep him. Almost like a puppy that Yoongi likes to protect from the world.

Which is one of the reasons why Namjoon (in case you forgot, the scolding best friend) was yelling at him for. Too nice. Too kind. Too much. Too! Too!

It wasn't like Yoongi didn't understand his best friend, because he did. Despite what Namjoon says, he knows that he can be a little too nice and a little too capable of taking care of others. That has always been Yoongi's fault.

Even when people tagged him as the 'cold boss' or the 'one who never cares for others,' Yoongi was always there for people. Offering shoulders, offering raises to people who needed them, paying off taxis for employees who stayed late with him.

Yet, the nickname 'Cold One' always stuck with Yoongi. From middle school and to this day. People, friends, family members, and employees are hesitant to talk to him because of the nickname.

It's all talk. Yoongi isn't a bad guy, he just has a short temper, stays up too late, and gets lonely sometimes. Not to mention he has a company to run, employees to check up on and keep in order. 'Too nice,' might be an overstatement on Namjoon's part. Yoongi can live up to his name, if and when he wants to.

Just like right now, having his best friend be carried away by Taehyung and dumped at the sidewalk with a taxi (already paid) waiting for him.

"This is the third time you've kicked him out," Taehyung says, fixing the button on his sleeve. "He gets feistier with every time."

Yoongi looked back at his computer, clicking the new email he got. He skimmed it over, frowning at the screen. "It's his fault for being nosy."

Another employee was sick and asking for sick leave. It was the third one this week. Once again, not that Yoongi is mean, it's just that they were about to embark on a new project and he needed everyone from that floor to be here for it.

"Was it about Jungkook?"

Yoongi didn't bother looking up, why pretend to be shocked because this was Taehyung he was talking to. People, even Yoongi sometimes, made him out to be this cute clueless guy but Taehyung was much more perspective. That, and Yoongi is pretty sure he caught them making out in his office once.

Taehyung chuckled at Yoongi's lack of response, both of them knowing very well that Taehyung was right. But with Yoongi's headache, which was turning into a migraine, Yoongi could care less.

"I have to hand it to you," Taehyung said, dropping the honorifics in his speech, probably remembering that Yoongi asked him to from the beginning. Yoongi never was one to care for it, just know your own limitations and don't be an asshole. "I never really painted you as someone for an office romance. It's cute."

Fuck did Yoongi hate the word 'cute.' The amount of times Jungkook called him that made Yoongi angry. He turned his frown at Taehyung, who smiled, why was he still here again?

"It's not that big of a deal," Yoongi clicked to reply to the email, writing the same thing he'd been writing for the other emails. How Yoongi appreciates them notifying him, reminds them of the upcoming project, and hopes they feel better.

"Hyung, it's you we're talking about. Have you met Jungkook? He's the complete opposite of you," Taehyung sat down, making Yoongi wonder how long this conversation was going to be.

"It's 2018," Yoongi turned his gaze to Taehyung. "You'd think people would learn how to mind their own fucking business by now."

Taehyung smiled again, when was Yoongi ever going to break his patience? It was almost annoying how good Taehyung was at handling Yoongi. Almost as good as Jungkook, almost.

"Did we get a raise?"

"No," Yoongi rubbed his temples again, wondering if his secretary was back from his lunch yet. "Why?"

Taehyung hummed a short tune, Yoongi opening his eyes to stare at him. "I saw Jungkook with an expensive brand so I thought maybe we did."

This little shit. "Taehyung, please leave before I fire you."


Yoongi took off his watch, sighing softly. He walkedd inside his closet and towards his cabinet of watches. He slowly place his watch down, eyes moving to his home clothes. Sometimes he forgot how casual he used to dress. In nothing but Converse and sweaters that were always too big for him. Now his closet was filled with suits and expensive watches.

After changing into just a white shirt and black skinnies, Yoongi walks out into his kitchen, smiling at his chef. "Hey Jinnie," Yoongi opens his fridge to get a bottled water. "Jungkook come yet?"

His chef, and hyung, Seokjin shook his head. "Not yet but the brat has been coming home later than you have," he shook his head. "You should put him a collar and curfew."

Yoongi grinned as he sat down on of the stools in the kitchen, watching in awe as Seokjin worked his magic. "Let him be," Yoongi said, his leg bouncing. "He's old enough to know better."

Seokjin hummed, slowly dropping the vegetables his cut into a pot. "He's old enough to move out too, don't you think?"

"Namjoon spoke to you," Yoongi sighed, feeling the headache he worked so fucking hard to get rid of coming back. "That's not surprising since you two are practically attached."

Seokjin scoffed, "I'm my own person, you know, I can come up with conclusions and opinions just fine."

"Never said you couldn't, hyung." Yoongi felt his phone vibrate, making him sigh. He should've left his phone in his room, if he got one more 'sick, can't work, boss' email, Yoongi might start screaming.

J. Jungkook • Don't wait up.

Yoongi chuckled, putting the phone back in his pocket. "Just me tonight, Jinnie," he said, yawning into his palm. "I'm going to shower then eat. You can leave after."

Seokjin hummed, stirring the contents in the pot. "He's not coming again?"

"Might move out sooner than you think," Yoongi walked to his bedroom but never took a shower or came out. Without warning, his body quickly fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.

Seokjin, knowing Yoongi better than Yoongi knew, put the finished stew in the refrigerator and turned off all the lights. He locked the front door and went home.

Leaving Yoongi, fast asleep, alone for the night.


Yoongi woke up freezing, stiff fingers searching blindly for his blanket. His eyes moved to his clock, 3:20 AM. He must've fallen asleep.

He wondered if Seokjin locked the door. Yoongi sighed, getting up from his bed, head spinning, causing him to collapse against the wall. Yoongi became even more cold, teeth clattering as he walked to the kitchen.

Yoongi's fingers moved across the wall, finding the light switch and slowly moving the brightness up, keeping it dim. Shivering, he walked to his medicine cabinet.

This always happened, Yoongi thought as he grabbed a bottle for fevers, falling asleep and waking up with a fever. He wondered if he could squish going to the doctors this week. He'd have to run it by secretary but Yoongi was sure there was some time.

He twisted the cap, grabbed a spoon from his drawers and slowly poured the medicine in. Yoongi shook as he slowly drank the contents, hugging his blanket closer to him.

The front door chime rang, indicating someone was coming in. Yoongi turned to see Jungkook, eyes looking just as tired as Yoongi's.

"Hyung," Jungkook said, his jacket on his shoulder. "What are you doing up?"

Yoongi put back the medicine, washing the spoon before putting it back. He waved at Jungkook, turning to go back to his bedroom. "Sleepwalking," he mumbled.

Someone stopped him from walking another step, Jungkook hugging him from behind. The youngest smelled like he always did, the cologne he refuses to change, mints, and just a hint of paint.

"Holy shit, Yoongi, you're burning up," Jungkook let him go and Yoongi used this to go to his bedroom, just grunting at Jungkook.

Yoongi crawled into bed, pulling the blanket around him. "I'm sleepy," he said. "Seokjin made food."

Jungkook chuckled, Yoongi could heard pants falling to the floor, eyes slowly opening to see Jungkook undressing. "Of course Seokjin made food," Jungkook took off his shirt, stretching his back. "That's why you pay him."

Yoongi tucked his nose underneath the blanket, biting his lip as he stared at Jungkook. Unlike Taehyung, Jungkook was more muscular, more fit to be a security. Not to mention, the generous qualities and background Jungkook had. The experience, the flexibility, the fucking Taekwondo belt. A walking epitome of the perfect security.

"Is it just me or has Seokjin's cooking been lacking lately?" Jungkook sat down on the bed, his muscular back facing Yoongi and fuck did he want to run his fingers down his spine, knowing it'll make Jungkook shiver and whisper for Yoongi to do more. "It's also over seasoned sometimes."

Yoongi just stared at Jungkook, always amazed at how fucking fit the lazy fucker was. Even when Jungkook was strict about his workouts, Yoongi could count the amount of times on all his fingers of when Jungkook refused to move from the couch, too busy playing some video game with his online friends or too busy watching this new drama Taehyung recommended him.

Yet, here Jungkook was with his muscles and curves, all for Yoongi to gawk at as Jungkook continued to walk around Yoongi's room.

"I think it's Namjoon," Jungkook continued, unknowing or uncaring, to Yoongi's dilemma. "Namjoon has such a love for salt, I think Seokjin forgets not everyone does."

Finally, fucking finally, Jungkook gets to bed. As soon as he's laying on the bed, Yoongi jumps him, legs straddling Jungkook, lips finding his. Jungkook hums in surprise, hands sliding onto Yoongi's thighs, tongues greeting each other. Jungkook tastes of cheap beer and cigarettes, both of which he promised Yoongi he'd stop consuming which means he was out with his friends again.

Yoongi pushes the disappointment away, just lets himself be kissed by Jungkook, whose tongue was sliding across his bottom lip, hands gripping both of Yoongi's thighs.

Jungkook lets out a groan, hand sliding upwards, Yoongi's hips grinding against Jungkook's touch, wanting more, wanting Jungkook ever since he walked in the door, hair slightly messed up, cheeks pink from the beer, jacket slung against his shoulder like a classic walking wet dream.

Now here he was, touching Yoongi against his skinnies, which were starting to annoy Yoongi, constricting his movements so he finally pulled away from Jungkook's mouth, making the youngest pant against him.

"Fucking jeans," Yoongi shoved the blanket off them, sitting up on his knees, quickly unbuttoning his jeans.

He could feel Jungkook's gaze on him, cheeks warm at the thought or maybe it was his fever. "I keep telling you to stop sleeping in them," Jungkook slapped away Yoongi's hands, always too slow when it comes to this. "How many times have I told you to sleep in boxers? Or better yet, just my t-shirt."

Yoongi swallowed at the thought. Though if they finally manage to remove these stupid jeans, Yoongi would be left in nothing but Jungkook's white shirt. A detail Jungkook didn't have to know.

"There," Jungkook pushed down Yoongi's jeans, Yoongi helping him out. He kicked them away, feeling cold again. "You taste of medicine, by the way."

Yoongi pulled the blankets over them, swallowing when he felt Jungkook's warm skin against his. "Duh," he said, settling back down on Jungkook's lap.

"You're still burning up," Jungkook put his hand on Yoongi's forehead, the dim lights giving Yoongi enough brightness to see Jungkook's worry face. A face that only came on a blue moon for the careless guy.

Yoongi pushed Jungkook's hand, going in for a kiss but Jungkook put his finger on Yoongi's lips, making the oldest frown.

"You have a fever," Jungkook said, as if Yoongi didn't know this already. "We probably shouldn't be doing this, just lay on my chest and sleep, okay?"

When Yoongi didn't make a move to lay down, Jungkook grabbed his waist, pulling him down his lap, forcing Yoongi to practically lay against Jungkook.

"I'll be fine," Yoongi insisted but Jungkook was forcing his head down onto his bare chest. "Honestly, Jungkook, you're being annoying."

Jungkook's hand started caressing Yoongi's back, fingers slowly and softly caressing Yoongi's skin underneath the white shirt. "Let me take care of you," he heard Jungkook whisper.

Yoongi frowned but stopped resisting, just letting Jungkook caress his warm skin. What Jungkook didn't know was that Yoongi wasn't burning up from a fever but that was, yet another, detail Jungkook didn't need to know.

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Yoongi's alarm went off around two hours of them falling asleep, Yoongi's cheek stuck against Jungkook's bare chest. He groaned, his entire body hurting but he needed to get up and get ready for work. Yoongi had three meetings to get to, five potential interns to interview, and six contracts to review. Just the thought of his day made Yoongi want to stay in bed. But the body under him was already making Yoongi sit up, Jungkook making Yoongi sit on his lap, probably forgetting Yoongi was on him.

"Morning," Jungkook mumbled, voice deeper than usual, stupid morning voice something Yoongi could never get used to. "You," Jungkook rubbed his eyes, licking his lips. "Busy all day?"

Yoongi scoffed, 'busy' was such an understatement. He was beyond busy, whoever invented the word would be shaking at how much Yoongi had to do today. "Why?" Yoongi decided to answer with that, Jungkook knows Yoongi is busy.

"There's this," Jungkook started but never finished, cut himself off, probably remembering where they were. What they were. Yoongi chuckled softly, sometimes doing the same. Forgetting that what they had wasn't a relationship, they didn't do anything but sex. Even though lately that was the last thing they ever did, both too tired to engage in the activity. "Never mind."

Maybe Jungkook wanted Yoongi to pry, make him continue but Yoongi's second alarm went off, reminding Yoongi that his day has started and couldn't sit around crossing lines that shouldn't be crossed.

They're just, Yoongi got off Jungkook and went to shower, the cold water waking him up. They're just…friends with benefits? Sugar daddy and sugar baby? Yoongi shook his head, making sure to wash out the shampoo. He decided not to think about it, if he did, he'd just get a headache and that's the last thing he needed.

So he quickly finishes his shower and walks to his kitchen, the smell of coffee filling his nose. What a routine these two have made for themselves, Yoongi finding Jungkook making him the infamous cup of coffee, Yoongi makes them some breakfast, which are just wrapped foods that Seokjin prepared beforehand, and just eat together as the news ran in the background.

When the domesticity and silence starts bothering one of them, always Jungkook, they end up making out on Yoongi's bay window.

"You," Jungkook said between kisses, moving to press open mouth kisses to Yoongi's neck. "Want to get going yet?"

Yoongi moaned as Jungkook sucked on his shoulder, closing his eyes at the sensation, biting down on lip. Jungkook chuckled, groping Yoongi's ass, moving their fronts together.

"You're going to be late," Jungkook whispered in Yoongi's ear, kissing it. "You're being naughty, daddy."

"Fuck you," Yoongi breathed out, shoving Jungkook away, hips still grinding against Jungkook.

Jungkook let out a shaky laugh, hand resting against Yoongi's waist, licking his red lips. "I'd let you, just say the word."

The front door chimed, Yoongi quickly moving away from Jungkook just in time. Seokjin smiled at them both, bags of groceries in his hands.

"Morning," Seokjin chuckled. "I'm glad I interrupted whatever was happening because you should leave right now if you want to make it to the office on time."

Yoongi cleared his throat, nodding as he got up, licking his lips, avoiding eye contact with Seokjin as he grabbed his jacket. "I'll see you later, hyung," Yoongi mumbled, grabbing his keys and leaving the apartment.

He sighed, double checking that his things were in his pockets. He didn't need much, always leaving essentials at work. Yoongi sighed again, fixing the front of his pants before going to the elevator.

"Seokjin-hyung says to give you this," Jungkook stopped Yoongi from stepping into the elevator. Yoongi turned, jumping back as Jungkook pressed a kiss to his lips, smiling against Yoongi's lips. "Have a nice day."

Jungkook slipped a lunch bag into Yoongi's grip, pressing another kiss to his lips before pulling away with a wide grin that Yoongi wanted to punch away.

"Jungkook," Yoongi said, the elevator doors opening again. Jungkook stepped back, biting his lip as he smiled wide at Yoongi. What the fuck was that? A goodbye kiss? Could this idiot be any more annoying? He should make it clear that these things weren't allowed, the way Yoongi's heart skipped a beat wasn't fucking allowed. No. Yoongi should tell him, that they'll speak about this later, scold Jungkook for forgetting their place. Their place being the bed and Jungkook on top. Yoongi, don't be an idiot and tell him. "See you later."

The elevator doors closed and Yoongi slapped his forehead, sighing loudly. Idiot. No, idiots. Plural. Yoongi for not putting an end to Jungkook's advances and Jungkook for making those stupid advances that make Yoongi's heart flutter.


"I'm great at multitasking," the intern responded, nervously licking his lips. Yoongi nodded, letting him know to continue. "I've have experience volunteering with other companies, with a young adult writer, I used to be the water boy but I—I managed to learn a lot more than delivering drinks."

Yoongi glanced at Namjoon, who nodded at what the intern was saying. He glanced down at the application in front of him.

Park Jimin, Busan, aspires to be an editor some day. Has worked with a young adult who stopped publishing due to the company becoming bankrupted. Studying at the same university Jungkook used to attend.

"If given the opportunity," Namjoon flipped the page of Jimin's application. "To pick between editing a magazine or a book, which would you pick?"

The intern, Jimin, inhaled. "I think I would be grateful to edit either one. I've heard nothing but excellent praise for both your magazines and books."

"Great answer," Namjoon wrote something down, Yoongi glanced down at it. 'Good with words,' Namjoon wrote. "But let's keep the interview etiquette at the door, Park Jimin. We appreciate people who are good with words but I, personally, prefer hearing people's true ambitions and dreams. It says you want to be an editor, for what, and for who?"

Jimin licked his lips, fiddling with his fingers. Yoongi wrote down 'magazine floor, consult with J. Hoseok,' before Jimin answered. "Magazines," Jimin said. "I would like to be an editor for magazines."


"I just don't understand how you can read them," Namjoon sighed. "How did you know he was going to pick magazines?"

Yoongi took a sip of his coffee, looking out at the tops of the buildings, appreciating the view like he always did. "In his application, it says he used to work with Park Jinyoung. Do you remember how passionate he used to be? That intern probably admired the passion he had towards writing. When the company became bankrupt, Jinyoung changed and that probably really changed Jimin's view on writers."

Namjoon scoffed. "You did not get all of that from that kid's application."

"Okay, fine," Yoongi crushed his can, throwing it into the trash can. "It's one of the application questions and he wrote 'magazine,' you just had to read over the paper."

"You are too much, hyung," Namjoon scoffed, shaming his head as he laughed.


Yoongi clicked his tongue, eyes scanning over the different models to pick from. The girl in charge of casting stepped forward. "I'd like to say something before you pick, sir."

"I already did," Yoongi said, "I don't like any of them. It says there that they're all from big companies, did you bother asking anyone else?"

"I just," the girl stumbled with her words. "My team discussed asking smaller companies but if we get someone from a popular company, our sales would be higher."

Yoongi glanced at Jimin, who was shadowing Hoseok today, who was sat silently at the table. Jimin met Yoongi's gaze. "Use the intern."


The girl and her team started objecting, saying how it was insulting to the models on the screen, how no one knows who he was, how he just started and had no experience.

"This magazine prides itself on putting forward the truth and beauty within," Yoongi turned off the projector. "Can't a regular guy be just as beautiful as some well known model?"

The girl scoffed. "If we go forward with this publication, our sales could plummet, Yoongi."

"Are we not stable enough to have that happen?" Yoongi asked. "I could've sworn our company was doing fine. May I remind you that the last say in this is Hoseok."

The girl quickly turned to Hoseok. "Don't let him do this, sir, our numbers would fall and we really need them to spike."

Hoseok sighed, glaring at Yoongi for putting him in this position before turning to see Jimin, who was cowering at a corner of the room. "Would you be up for it?"

Jimin swallowed. "I—I don't know, it seems like a big deal, maybe—maybe you should use a model."

"I like the idea," Hoseok said. "But only if you're comfortable with it, of course."

"This company has gone mad," the girl whispered. Yoongi smiled at that because he doesn't remember ever being sane.


"The break room was having a field day with you," Jungkook laughed, feeding Yoongi some of his noodles. "There was a debate on whether you were an idiot or a genius."

Yoongi slurped the noodles, fingers quickly typing a response to the updates on a client's contract. "I bet."

Jungkook brushed Yoongi's hair back, chuckling. "What's that intern's name again? Park, Park something. Taehyung really liked him. Kept cooing about how small he was."

"Park Jimin," Yoongi responded, sending the email and opening up the next one. "His name is Park Jimin."

"Since when do you remember interns names? It took you four months to remember mine." Jungkook moved Yoongi's head up, making Yoongi look at him.

Yoongi scoffed, pulling away from Jungkook's grip and going back to his emails. "Don't be ridiculous, it took me six months not four."

Jungkook scoffed back, getting off Yoongi's desk and walking around his office. Yoongi ignored him like he always did, responding to the email on another client wanting more money. The more popular someone got, the more money they wanted, yet the less work they wanted to make. Yoongi had to fire a couple writers because of that. They wanted money but didn't want to work as hard. Yoongi prided himself on making sure that the content being put forward was just garbled words that looked pretty. He wanted passionate journalists and talented writers who were ambitious for publishing words they took pride in, not a steady paycheck.

"Park Jimin."

Yoongi finished the email, looking up at Jungkook, who was flipping through a folder. "What?"

Jungkook didn't look at him, just kept flipping through the folder. "Park Jimin is from Busan?"

"Could you stop going through people's private information?" Yoongi exited his email, glad to see no new emails. He turned off his computer, glancing at the clock. It was almost time for Jungkook to clock out, yet Yoongi still had two more interviews to go to.

"Is that why you like him?" Jungkook asked. "Because he's from Busan."

What the fuck was this brat going on about? Yoongi pushed his chair back, picking up the two folders with information on the interviewees. "You're going to be late to clock out," Yoongi said. "I'm not accepting it as overtime because you're not even at your post."

Jungkook sighed, putting the folder back in it's place. "I'm not going home tonight," Yoongi clenched his jaw, pretending to review a paper. "Taehyung invited me out."

"You find need to explain anything to me," Yoongi closed the folder, looking up at Jungkook. "We're not in any relationship."

Jungkook hummed. "Just wanted to tell you in case you worried."

"Jungkook, you're a big boy, I'm sure you can take care of yourself." Yoongi walked towards his door, looking over at Jungkook. "What?"

"You just look really good when working," Jungkook chuckled. "Wish you'd let me suck you off while you work, I'd probably cum without being touched."

Yoongi felt his cheeks warm up, licking his lips as his imagination ran wild with the thought Jungkook just planted into his head. Jungkook smirked, knowing very well that he had Yoongi where he wanted him. "I have an interview."

"I need the hours," Jungkook whispered, taking the folders from Yoongi. "Please, daddy, just this once? I'll work super hard."

Yoongi scoffed as Jungkook got onto his knees, smirking up at Yoongi as he started undoing his belt. "I told you to stop calling me that," Yoongi slipped his fingers into Jungkook's hair, licking his lips as Jungkook kissed him over his boxers.

Jungkook peppered open mouth kisses all over Yoongi's crotch, tongue coming out here and then, the warmth of the muscle making Yoongi buck his hips forward.

"Daddy is being mean," Jungkook slowly tugged down Yoongi's black boxers, Yoongi's erection springing up, the eldest hissing at the breeze. "Daddy needs to be punished."

"Brat, I told you not call me—" Yoongi let out a broken moan, Jungkook sinking his mouth down on his length, throwing his head back at the feeling of Jungkook's tongue sliding against it.

Jungkook pulled up, tongue licking circles at Yoongi's tip, making Yoongi moan again. "Sh, I'm working," he whispered. He quickly swallowed Yoongi again, moaning as if he just ate something delicious, the vibrations making Yoongi let out a whimper.

"Fucking," Yoongi watched as his dick disappeared and reappeared out of Jungkook's mouth, Jungkook looking up and keeping his gaze as Yoongi tightened his grip on Jungkook's hair and started fucking his mouth. "Brat."

Jungkook hallowed his cheeks, eyes rolling back the faster Yoongi thrusted, making the eldest curse at how pretty Jungkook looked, making him mumble out how good Jungkook was for Yoongi.

Hips starting to stutter, Jungkook pulled away, both hands wrapping themselves around Yoongi's length and started pumping him. "Cum on my face," Jungkook said, voice fucked raw, deeper than it was this morning.

Yoongi gasped as he did what Jungkook wanted, watching his semen cover Jungkook's pretty face and lips, Jungkook's mouth opened, catching some on his tongue. "Fucking hell," he whimpered.

Jungkook laughed hoarsely, getting up, dusting his uniform. "Guess you'll have to pay me for overtime, huh?"

"You little shit," Yoongi went to pull his pants up but Jungkook stopped him, helping him. He watched as Jungkook slowly cleaned up the mess he created, brain buzzing with the after buzz of his orgasm. "I told you I didn't want to pay you for it."

Jungkook smiled, looking ridiculously pretty with Yoongi's load on his face. Yoongi sighed, his stupid heart beating again, walking away from Jungkook as if Jungkook could hear his heart beating. He grabbed a couple tissues from his box and walked back to Jungkook.

Yoongi grabbed Jungkook's chin, using it to tilt Jungkook's face as he cleaned him up with his free hand. Jungkook stayed quiet, eyes half opened as he let Yoongi clean him in silence.

There was a soft buzzing coming from Yoongi's jacket, which he had discarded during the blowjob. Jungkook's eyes moved to his jacket, sighing softly.

"I should get going too," Jungkook whispered.

Yoongi swallowed, still holding Jungkook's face. He met his eyes again, still half opened, staring straight at him.

"Okay," Yoongi said. He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Jungkook's mouth, quickly moving away, grabbing his jacket and leaving the room.

He ran to the elevator, thanking whatever being let the doors open and close as fast as Yoongi wanted them to. Yoongi covered his mouth, leaning against the wall, heart pounding in his chest and he was glad Jungkook wasn't there to see how red Yoongi was and to hear how fast his heart was pounding.

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Yoongi lifted his head, watching Jungkook run after a guy with a red baseball cap. In a blink of an eye, Jungkook had baseball cap against the floor, hands wrapped behind his back.

"I didn't do anything!" Screamed the guy, Jungkook scoffing, straining the guy's arms even more. "F—fine, I might've groped her here and there."

"You're scum," Jungkook spat, lifting the guy and pushing him against the wall. "You know that? You're a piece of shit and I'll make sure you pay for this."

Yoongi watched, biting down at his lip, remembering why he kept Jungkook around. The way Jungkook looked, uniform constricting against his muscles, all angry and sexy, yeah now Yoongi's jeans are constricting.

"Mr. Min," someone said, making Yoongi's attention turn from Jungkook's biceps. "The meeting is about to start, will you come in after dealing with the groper?"

Yoongi cleared his throat, right, he should go deal with the situation. "I'll come in after," Yoongi nodded. "Can you make sure there's an iced americano waiting for me?"


"Thank you, Jungkook," the girl hugged Jungkook just as Yoongi stepped into the room, glancing over at the perv talking to the police. Fuck did Yoongi work fast.

"I'll make sure he doesn't get away easily," Jungkook stepped away from the girl. "I was just doing my job, really."

The girl nodded, smiling at Jungkook. "You became my hero today, Jungkook, thank you."

The police dragged the guy out of the room, the girl following to give her statement. Leaving Jungkook and Yoongi alone in the small conference room.

"Don't you have a meeting?" Jungkook turned to Yoongi. "I took care of everything."

Yoongi chuckled, crossing his arms. "Everything?"

"Yeah. I calmed the girl down, called the police, and had the asshole sat in the corner. I did my job, go to your meeting." Jungkook shoved Yoongi out the door but Yoongi resisted.

Yoongi frowned, moving away from Jungkook's force. "Stop," he said. "I had to come either way, to make sure the situation was controlled properly."

"It was, you can go now."

"Why are you pushing me?" Asked Yoongi, noticing that Jungkook's lip was bleeding. "You're bleeding."

Yoongi took some tissues from the box in the middle of the table, walking back to Jungkook, and lightly dabbing his lip.

"See, if I weren't here, you wouldn't have properly care for your cut," Yoongi sighed. "You always—"

Jungkook grabbed Yoongi's wrist, pushing him back a little. "Don't," he whispered, eyes staring directly at Yoongi. Yoongi swallowed, staring back.

With a shaky breath, Yoongi replied. "Don't what?"

"Don't be kind to me," Jungkook let go of Yoongi's wrist. "It's weird."

Yoongi scoffed, "who's being nice to you?" He threw the tissues at Jungkook's face. "Clean yourself up, ungrateful piece of shit."

Jungkook grinned widely at Yoongi, making Yoongi's cheeks warm up. "That's more like you."

"Fuck you."


Yoongi sighed, turning the page and signing where the line was. He bit his lip, hearing a girl giggle. He looked up, noticing his door was opened.

He got up from his chair, rubbing his temples as he walked. Yoongi wondered whether or not Hoseok has solved the model situation or whether Namjoon had gone to see if the writer that wasn't returning their calls was okay.

"I like you."

Yoongi stopped, about to close the door when the words came out of someone's mouth. He sneaked his head out, seeing a girl standing in front of Jungkook, who was staring at the girl, shocked look on his face.

"I," Jungkook cleared his throat. "Don't date coworkers, I—I've had bad experiences before and just, you know."

The girl looked down, holding out a single rose. "Happy early valentines regardless, Jungkook." She ran away, everyone on the floor turning to see.

Jungkook sighed, looking down at the flower, then turned to follow the girl. Yoongi felt something in his chest, a feeling he couldn't quite figure out, or more so, refused to figure out as he watched Jungkook leave.

"Mr. Min?"

Yoongi turned to see one of his employees, making everyone else turn to see him. He cleared his throat, opening the door so it didn't seem like he was eavesdropping.

"Youngsters, am I right?" Yoongi awkwardly laughed, his employees chuckling nervously.

"Do you," someone spoke up, Yoongi turning in their direction. "Are you against office romances, Mr. Min?"

Yoongi's initial reaction was to laugh at that because what the fuck, how else could he react to this? A few weeks ago, he was being pressed against his desk as his employee fucked him from behind. Or two days ago, Jungkook sucked him off in their printer room, a day ago in Yoongi's office. But yeah, 'romance' isn't the word he'd use to describe his escapades with Jungkook so, was he against them?

"No," he answered but it just sounded like a question to him. "As long as they do their job to the maximum level and don't make work difficult for those around them, I'm fine with it."

The employee smiled, "thank you, sir. I—I'd like to confess that I've been seeing your secretary." Yoongi looked over at the blonde, whose cheeks turned red. "I love her a lot and I'd like to invite you to a barbecue to thank you for accepting us."

Yoongi cleared his throat. "You don't—"

"You've done a lot for me," Yoongi's secretary stood up, cheeks still pink. He never pictured her as the type to date a guy like him, not that he was bad. Just, Yoongi looked back at her boyfriend, typical? Was that too harsh? "This is the least I can do."

Yoongi nodded slowly, closing his office door, "put it in my schedule, I'll be heading out for a while."

"Yes, sir."

He went down the direction Jungkook went, complete forgetting the situation. Maybe he should've, what the fuck are you doing Yoongi?

Yoongi went down the hallway, stopping when he saw Jungkook and the girl downstairs, out in the courtyard, smiling at each other. The feeling came back, Yoongi tried his best to look away but they looked good. She was just his type, pretty and smaller than Jungkook.

His stupid heartbeat picked up as the girl brushed away a cherry blossom from Jungkook's hair, making Jungkook laugh with his eyes and Yoongi wanted the stupid feeling in his chest to go away.


Yoongi shrugged off his jacket, sighing softly. The music Seokjin was playing buzzed in the background, could hear the rain and wind outside too. He walked to his balcony, slightly opening the door, the sounds from outside becoming more louder.

He walked into his closet, putting his jacket on the hanger, his watch back into its place. Yoongi slipped into his pajamas, a gift from Namjoon earlier this year. It was supposed to be a joke, according to Namjoon, but the pink silk things turned out to be the softest piece of clothing Yoongi owned so he didn't donate it like he usually did with Namjoon's gifts.

"Yoongi?" Seokjin knocked at his door, Yoongi rubbing his eyes as he stepped out. "I'm heading home early, okay? Namjoon texted me saying that our cat is throwing up."

Yoongi hummed, nodding. "Yeah, no, go figure out what's wrong. I'll be fine here."

Seokjin chuckled. "Are you going to be fine by yourself?"

"No, I'm fine, will you be okay?" Yoongi walked to his phone. "Let me get you a cab."

"My house isn't that far from here, Yoongi, I'll be fine."

Yoongi shook his head, already on the phone and getting the cab. He finished the call, chuckling at Seokjin's face. "It'll be here in ten minutes, don't give me that face, it's raining hard outside."

"I live just twenty minutes away, I don't need a cab." Seokjin sighed but nodded. "I left some breakfast and lunch prepared, please eat. I'm only finding three bites into the food."

"I haven't," Yoongi shrugged. "I'm not that hungry these days."

Seokjin leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. "Funny how Jungkook hasn't been around and you haven't been eating. Coincidence?"

Yoongi scoffed, looking away from Seokjin's gaze. "Of course not, I've been working later than usual so I'm not as hungry. I eat those stupid snacks from the vending machine before coming home."

"Why don't you just call him? Do you even know why he's not here?"

"He has his own life, Seokjin," Yoongi went to close the balcony door, finding anything to stop meeting Seokjin's gaze. "When I was his age, I barely spent a night at home either."

"Yoongi," Seokjin sighed. "Has it ever occurred to you that you might be just a fling to Jungkook? You're at the perfect age to get married and start a life with someone. Jungkook is in his early twenties, how long can you keep him around? You know how he is. As an employee, I should shut my mouth, but as one of your friends I can't keep this going without telling you the harsh reality of all of this."

Yoongi looked down at the streets, could hear the rain hitting the window, the soft hum of the cars. "Thanks, hyung."


Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows at the brown dog sleeping, the worker chuckled. "He's usually more playful."

"I like him."


Yoongi rubbed Holly's head, chuckling as he looked up. "You're a cute little thing, you know that?"

Holly barked up at him, running away and into the dog house Yoongi had installed. He chuckled and walked to his kitchen, tugging at the sleeves of his sweater.

He should turn his heater on, poor Holly must be freezing, even underneath all those brown curls. Yoongi walked to the wall with his control, turning on the heaters and the floor heater as well.

"I'm pretty sure I bought you some shoes," Yoongi walked to the small closet beside Holly's bed. Seokjin laughed at him for buying one but it proved to be very handy. Yoongi kept all of Holly's clothes and snacks in it.

The front door chimed, Holly came out of his house, barking. Yoongi turned, Holly didn't bark at Namjoon or Seokjin, so who the fuck—oh.

"What the fuck," Jungkook lifted the bag he was carrying, eyes widening as Holly ran to him.

For a split second, for a single millisecond, Yoongi debated whether or not to tell Holly to stop. To let his dog bite Jungkook, just a split second. Maybe a small bite, a small scratch.

"Holly," Yoongi called out, his dog (sadly) stopping. Holly growled but went back to Yoongi, Yoongi rubbing the top of his head. "Good boy."

Jungkook stayed where he was, eyes staring at Holly. "Wh—when did you fucking get a dog?"

Yoongi noticed a small mark on Jungkook's neck, making that stupid feeling Yoongi has been trying to forget about come back. "Few days ago," Yoongi looked away.

"You should've told me, it fucking scared me, even though it's adorable," Jungkook walked to the kitchen, putting down the bag. "I brought leftovers from a Thai restaurant, want some?"


Jungkook hummed, going back to Holly. He slowly kneeled in front of him. Holly sniffed Jungkook, the youngest holding out his hand. "Don't bite me, cutie, I swear I'm harmless."

Yoongi looked at the mark on Jungkook's skin, finding another one just underneath it. He looked away, the feeling in his chest becoming stronger. "I," he said, stepping away from them. "Have to pee."

Holly followed him, both of them leaving Jungkook behind. Yoongi went to the balcony, letting Holly follow him.

"Not cold?" Yoongi whispered, ruffling Holly's head.

"Didn't know you peed out here," Jungkook closed the door behind him, stupid grin on his face.

Yoongi hummed, running his fingers through Holly's fur. "Just wanted to enjoy the rain."

"As if it doesn't rain a lot here?" Jungkook put a blanket around Yoongi's shoulder, making Yoongi turned to look at him. "I noticed you shivering."

"Thanks, I guess," Yoongi gripped the blanket tight, digging his nose into it.

"You cold too?" Jungkook opened the door, Holly running inside. "He's cute."

Yoongi hummed again, looking down at the street, remembering what Seokjin said a couple days ago. He hadn't given it a second thought until Jungkook walked inside.

Maybe they did have a point. Yoongi has given Jungkook enough financial support that he could rent on his own, could move out. So why didn't he? He barely slept here anyway, a week now. Shows up randomly with hickeys all over his neck and collarbone, making Yoongi's heart become heavy, like an anchor was tied to it, slowly tugging and tugging.

"Jungkook," Yoongi said.

"Hyung," Jungkook interrupted. "I've been thinking about you a lot."

Yoongi scoffed, highly doubting that by the bruises on his body but he let him continue.

"The other day, I got into a fight," Jungkook hugged Yoongi from behind, making Yoongi freeze. "Made me realize how hot you are."


Jungkook chuckled, laying his chin on Yoongi's bulky shoulder. "I looked up and saw your face on that billboard downtown, you know, the one you modeled for last summer?"

"Jungkook, don't fucking tell me you got hard while getting your ass beaten?"

"I wasn't getting my ass beaten, I'm a fucking security, I can fight, you know this, you hired me." Jungkook pressed himself closer to Yoongi.

Yoongi licked his lips, feeling as Jungkook lifted the blanket, stepping inside and hugging Yoongi again. "You're a child."

Jungkook pressed a kiss to the back of Yoongi's neck. "My mom has been asking me to go visit her," he whispered onto Yoongi's skin. "I've been going over to hers after work, I'm sorry for not telling you."

"You don't have to, it's not like—"

"I know," Jungkook hugged Yoongi tighter. "But I don't want you thinking I was with someone else."

Yoongi shivered as he felt Jungkook trail his nose along his neck, his slipping into Yoongi's shirt, warm hands sliding up and down his stomach, making him moan softly.

"Bruises aren't hickeys," Jungkook whispered. "They're from the fight."

"Jungkook," Yoongi rested his head back against Jungkook's shoulder as his fingers slowly rubbed over Yoongi's nipples. "Stop."

Jungkook pressed an opened mouth kiss to Yoongi's neck. "Do you remember that photoshoot? How good I fucked you after everyone left, the camera we had to buy because of the memory card?"

Yoongi moaned louder, pushing his ass against Jungkook. "Stop."

"Really want me to?" Jungkook pinched his nipples, Yoongi whimpering.

Yoongi closed his eyes, feeling Jungkook grab his hip, moving their hips together. "You feel good," he whispered. "Always feel so good."

"Miss me?"

"Keep dreaming."

But as Yoongi watched Jungkook play with Holly that night, after their quick shower sex, Jungkook on the floor, shirtless, playing a never ending game of tug of war, Yoongi would never say it allowed but yes, he did miss Jungkook.

Yoongi wondered that night if Jungkook was colder than usual because he held Yoongi closer than before but Yoongi couldn't find the will, nerve, or want to tell Jungkook to let him go.

So for that night, Yoongi will just blame it on the rain.

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Yoongi traced his fingers against the bruises, wondering if Jungkook was telling the truth or not. Jungkook stirred in front of him, eyebrows knitting together as he eyes slowly opened.

"Morning," Jungkook whispered, voice raspy and sensual that Yoongi just stared at him. The messy hair from last nights activities, the half open eyes, probably still not used to the brightness in Yoongi's room.

Yoongi's phone vibrated, making him turn away from Jungkook. "Hello?" He said, cheeks warm from being caught staring. He felt Jungkook move closer to him, drawing invisible figures on his thigh, lips kissing his skin now and then.

Yoongi's secretary explained to him that she wouldn't be able to come in today, how she forgot she made plans to go away with her boyfriend, apologizing a thousand times and cursing the day people started celebrating Valentine's Day.

"Valentine's Day?" Yoongi asked, Jungkook's touch stopping. He refused to meet Jungkook's gaze, just cleared his throat. "It's fine, Seulgi. I have a feeling you won't be the first or the last to call off."

Jungkook's fingers started up again, this time going higher on Yoongi's leg, hitching up the small shorts Yoongi had on.

Yoongi hung up, sighing, tapping on his email and wincing when he saw over thirteen emails with the same title. He moved to lay back but found himself rest back against Jungkook's chest.

"A lot of people called off?" Jungkook asked, hugging Yoongi from behind. "Because of a holiday? That's lame."

"Well if they have someone to make plans, I don't blame them," Yoongi shrugged, selecting all and replying with the same thing he always replied with. It wasn't like he could say no. Yoongi decided that absents were fine as long as they would report that they'd be absent and did it at least an hour prior to their scheduled shift. Or else, they'd get a write-up, the second time would lead to Yoongi review their record and questioning whether or not to fire them. That way, people don't abuse the system but they're freely able to call off if needed. Though 5 absents per month is another rule.

"Isn't it an American tradition?" Jungkook kissed Yoongi's shoulder. Yoongi hummed, sending the email and leaning more into Jungkook. "Do you have plans? Maybe pretend you do and just sleep all day. You look exhausted."

"I am exhausted," Yoongi sighed, putting his phone back on the bedside table. "But rather pass. It's a stupid holiday."


Yoongi stopped in his tracks as he saw the same girl that had confessed to Jungkook smiling up at Jungkook, who was leaned against the wall, looking like a cliche.

"I made you some cookies," she lifted a pink small bag, shaking the cookies as she giggled. Yoongi slowly hid around the corner, peeking at them.

"Thanks," Jungkook chuckled, taking the cookies. "I haven't eaten so I'm starving."

The girl pouted. "Don't you get breaks?"

Jungkook chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm the only security so there's no one to cover my breaks."

"You should talk to Yoongi about it," she put a hand on Jungkook's arm. "You should rest."

Yoongi frowned, who was she to call him by hia first name? Jungkook rubbed his eyes as he yawned. "It's fine, I'm almost done for today."

"Do you have plans for tonight?" She looked up at him, smile on her face. Her fingers ran up his arm, stepping closer. "Maybe we can have a repeat of that last time?"

Yoongi looked away, his heart beating faster than it should've. He closed his eyes, choosing not to hear the rest of the conversation.


"Hyung, where are you?"

"Since when do you call me hyung, brat?" Yoongi scoffed, nodding at the person and walking inside.

Jungkook scoffed in his ear. "It slipped, okay? Now where are you? I came in to deliver some papers and someone said you left for the day."

Yoongi hummed, putting a finger up for them to wait for him. "I'm on a date."


"Just that, I'm on a date."

"With who?"

Yoongi rolled his eyes, leaning his head against a post. "I don't need to tell you everything in my life, you know that?"


"You sound like a fucking owl, Jeon," with that, Yoongi ended the call and went to meet up with the people waiting for him.

"Everything okay?" Hoseok looked at him. "You looked annoyed."

Yoongi scoffed, gesturing for them to go inside. "I'm always annoyed talking tl that brat."

"So it was one of your securities," Hoseok laughed as they walked into the theater, both of them trying to find their friends. "You always look most annoyed talking to Taehyung, though."

Yoongi stopped Hoseok from going up to the second floor, finding their friends just near the stage. "How do I look talking to Jungkook?"

They finally sit with Namjoon and Seokjin, Hoseok chuckling as they sat down. "You know the answer to that, hyung."

"If I knew, I wouldn't be asking but fine, asshole, don't answer me. I wasn't curious anyway," Yoongi turned to the stage just as the conductor walked on stage.

The lights dimmed, all focus going to the actress asleep on the floor. There was a knock on the door and she lifted her head.

Another knock and she started getting up, looking disoriented and lost. Her mouth moved but no words came out, she tripped over her own legs and fell.

She pounded the floor, another knock making her storm over to the door, opening it. Behind the door was a guy, holding a huge bouquet of flowers.

"I brought you some flowers," the guy said, the audio roaring through the theater. "I know it's a little too small but I wanted to thank you for giving me a second chance."

The girl's mouth moved again but no words came out. The guy laughed, pressing a kiss to her lips.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I forgot we can only speak to our first loves. It's a curse that'll forever haunt me, you know that, right?"

The girl nodded, smiling up at him. Her mouth moved again but no words came out. The guy nodded, like he understood her.

"I love you too."

The lights turned off, meaning the first scene was over. Hoseok tapped Yoongi's arm.

"What the fuck just happened?" Hoseok whispered. Yoongi snorted. "Don't tell me you understood what the fuck happened."

"The guy just explained what happened," Yoongi whispered. "In this universe, you can't speak unless you're with your first love. Something must've happened because the girl is the guy's first love but he wasn't hers."

Hoseok gasped. "What the fuck," he squeezed Yoongi's arm. "I wonder what the fuck happened."

The lights came back on, the girl was now dressed in a pretty dress, hair done pretty, another guy behind her as she stared down at a book.

"Linda," the new guy said. "Did you buy the groceries I told you to buy?"

The girl, now known as Linda, looked up. "I did," she said. Hoseok gasped again, squeezing Yoongi's arm. "Quinn, did you buy the blankets I told you to buy?"

The guy, Quinn, laughed as he walked over to Linda. "Of course I did," he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I can't wait to celebrate another year with you."

"I can't wait," she whispered, "to have you make love to me. Let's have a child this time, Quinn."

Quinn stepped between her legs, which she wrapped around his waist, the guy lifting her in the air and taking her to the bed in the background.

Again, the lights faded.

"Linda is a freak."

Yoongi snorted, elbowing Hoseok. "Shut up."

"I'm just saying, they were having a domestic chat and then she was like, let's make love. I think groceries make them horny."

"Hobi," Yoongi slapped his arm. "Shut up."

The rest of the night, they spent whispering between faded lights, Yoongi elbowing Hoseok. They talked so much that Yoongi stopped paying attention to the play.

Eventually, they decided to just step out once Linda started her affair with the new guy. Hoseok sat beside him on the side of the building, both sharing a coffee.

"Poor Quinn."

Yoongk shrugged, grabbing the can of coffee and sipping it. "He had it coming. Why would he get angry at her for not being pregnant, what the fuck could she do?"

Hoseok shrugged too, glancing at Yoongi. "Still, that didn't mean she had to go and betray him with their boss. Did you notice a baby cradle in the first scene?"

Yoongi's eyes widened. "Don't tell me they—"

"I think so," Hoseok sighed. "How crazy would that be though. Only being able to talk with your first love. I'd be chatting all my life."

"You've never fallen in love?"

Hoseok shook his head, taking a sip of coffee. "Nope, I've had huge crushes on people and I've dated some but to say I was in love, none."

Yoongi nodded, looking out at the city. "I've been in love once but thinking back, I wouldn't really call it love. We were young and I grew attached to them but it was far too toxic to be healthy."

"What about Jungkook?"

"What about him?"

Hoseok smiled. "What do you feel about him?"


Yoongi opened the door, the chime going off, startling Holly. "Hi baby," he whispered, kneeling to rub his head. "Have you eaten, hm? Did Jungkook feed you?"

"Of course I did." Yoongi looked up to see Jungkook, hair standing up, droopy eyes frowning at Yoongi. "What animal fucked you?"

"Sleep," Jungkook mumbled. "It's three in the morning, Yoongi, what the fuck?"

Yoongi covered Holly's ears. "Stop being so loud, I was out with friends, at least I come home."

"Exactly, you should've been here earlier." Yoongi scoffed, taking off his jacket and walking to his room. Jungkook followed him. "Who was it?"

"Why do you care?" Yoongi walked into his closet, taking off his watch, shoes, suit and changing into his pajamas.

"So I can file a complaint towards him, if you're going to be dating, he should at least bring you home early."

"What a fucking noble act of kindness, really, Jungkook, thank you."

Jungkook frowned at Yoongi. "What's wrong?"

"Why are you asking me that? I should be asking you the same thing, why are you being such an asshole?"

Jungkook didn't respond, just walked towards Yoongi, making Yoongi step backwards, crashing into his closet wall. Jungkook cupped the side of Yoongi's face, leaning down and kissing him softly.

Yoongi closed his eyes, kissing Jungkook back, one of his hands wrapping around his neck.

"You're jealous."

Yoongi quickly shoved Jungkook away. "Fuck you."

Jungkook laughed, making Yoongi frown and punch Jungkook right on his shoulder, making him yelp in pain. "Yoongi!"

"What? Did your stupid hickeys hurt?"

"They're not—"

"You slept with her," Yoongi interrupted. "I know we made an agreement to not make this a serious thing but if you're going to fucking sleeping around, tell me. I don't want to contract anything."

Jungkook looked away. "It just happened."

Yoongi felt the twinge in his heart at the brutal truth. They really did sleep together. What was Yoongi doing? Why did he care? "I don't care, just don't fucking sleep around and then ask to fuck me without a condom."

He pushed past Jungkook, feeling his eyes water and why the fuck would he cry over this idiot? They weren't dating, they were just friends with benefits, people who fuck.

"Don't walk away like that," Jungkook hugged Yoongi from behind. "I was stressed and angry, I'm so sorry."

"Stop, Jungkook, we're not in a fucking relationship, I don't care."

Jungkook didn't let him go, just hugged him tighter. "I'm sorry for putting your cute asshole in danger but we just did foreplay, I haven't had sex with anyone else."

"You fucking," Yoongi turned to hit him but Jungkook kissed him, making Yoongi melt and he hated himself for it, but he melted at the sensation of Jungkook's lips on his.

The way their feet moved on command to the bed, the way their tongues moved languidly against each other. Yoongi could feel himself getting hard at the feeling of Jungkook's warm hand against his skin.

"It's true though," Jungkook whispered. "It's a cute little asshole."

"You're just begging for me to not let you fuck me," Yoongi scoffed, moving to kiss Jungkook's neck, sucking and biting, smirking when he got small moans from Jungkook.

"But it's Valentine's Day, you're supposed to let your fuck buddies fuck you," Jungkook rubbed Yoongi against his boxers, Yoongi moaning, moving his hips along with Jungkook's palm. "Supposed to let me fuck your cute tight asshole and make you moan my name."

Yoongi moaned louder, biting down hard against Jungkook's neck as Jungkook slipped his hand past his boxers, wrapping his warm hand around Yoongi's dick. "Jungkook," Yoongi whimpered. "Don't be fucking cocky."

Jungkook laughed, pumping Yoongi slowly, making the oldest squirm, moving his hips up to get more friction. "Don't be bad, daddy, I won't fuck you."

"Stop," Yoongi slipped his fingers into Jungkook's hair, gasping as Jungkook dragged his thumb all the way to his slit, smirking against Yoongi's skin. "Just fuck me."

"I can't," Jungkook whispered, hand picking up speed, making Yoongi gasp, but then slowing down again. Yoongi groaned in frustration, thrusting his hips again but Jungkook pinned them down. "I don't have condoms."

Yoongi huffed in frustration, wanting nothing more than some fucking friction and fucking. "You're joking."

Jungkook met his gaze, the hand wrapped around his dick picking up speed again. Yoongi moaned, looking away but Jungkook didn't let him. "We shouldn't joke about condoms, daddy. We don't have any."

"Fuck," Yoongi stared at Jungkook, mostly because he didn't have a choice, Jungkook's hand holding his face still. "Just fuck me without one."

"But you—" Jungkook began but Yoongi moaned loudly, cutting him off. "Fuck, Yoongi, you sound so hot."

Yoongi blushed, something he hadn't done since the first time they had sex. Jungkook smiled, a low giggle coming after which meant he knew too. Yoongi tried to look away and Jungkook let him.

Out of all the lows Yoongi could get, cumming and blushing all at the same time might be the new level.

"Cute," Jungkook pressed a kiss to Yoongi's collarbone.

Jungkook made a move to get up but Yoongi stopped him, getting a confused look.

"You haven't fucked me."

"There's no condoms, Yoongi, you—"

Yoongi put a hand over his mouth, not looking at Jungkook as he sighed. "It's fine, I—I trust you."

That night, Jungkook wasn't harsh with Yoongi, didn't fuck him fast and deep as he usually did. This time, Jungkook took his time with everything he did. Kissing Yoongi's bare skin, stretching Yoongi, slipping into him and thrusting into him.

Jungkook whispered sweet nothings into Yoongi's ear until they both came, Yoongi staring at Jungkook, the sun rising in their window.

"Happy Valentine's Day," Jungkook whispered, fingers threading into Yoongi's hair.

"It's the next day," Yoongi scoffed.

Jungkook smiled, pressing a kiss to Yoongi's lips before rolling on his side. Yoongi turned his head, finding Jungkook staring at him.

"Thank you for trusting me."

Yoongi hummed, "don't make me regret it."

"I won't," Jungkook answered, not hesitance, no smile like he always did whenever they talked in seriousness.

Yoongi looked away, humming. He tried to find sleep but all traces of sleep went away as he felt Jungkook's fingers on his skin, warmth following his fingertips, wherever he touched.

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Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows at Jungkook, who was smiling at him devilishly. He looked away but his eyes kept going back at Jungkook, who looked like he never looked away. He mouthed a 'what' at the security who just winked at him.

"Hey," someone touched Yoongi's waist, making him turn to see Namjoon. "There's some guy asking about you."

Yoongi frowned, looking around the room. "Who?"

Namjoon used his eyes to point at some guy standing near the food stand. Yoongi met his gaze, the guy smirking at him before turning away. "Bedroom eyes."

"I'm not interested," Yoongi turned around, rolling his eyes. "This is why I hate parties, they're just another excuse to fuck coworkers."

Namjoon scoffed, taking a sip of his drink. "Didn't you and Jungkook start fucking during one of our Christmas parties?"

"If you want to keep your job, don't fucking insult me," Yoongi glared up at him. "And it was a New Years party."

"Oh, even better. Spent the new year with your—"

"Excuse me."

Yoongi looked up to see the guy, a cocky smirk on his face that annoyed him. "Can I help you?"

The guy chuckled, licking his lips. "That depends, are you Min Yoongi?"

"Who comes to my parties and doesn't know the host?" Yoongi crossed his arms.

"My apologies for not knowing the handsome host, my name is Kim Jongin. I'm the new editor-in-chief for the creative arts department."

Yoongi hummed, the name sounding familiar. "You're the editor-in-chief but don't know the CEO of the company?"

Jongin bit his lip, chuckling softly. "My apologies, Mr. Min but I'm a transfer from a different company. I wanted to use this opportunity to introduce myself."

"Well now you have, how are you liking the department so far?" Yoongi's eyes moved to Jungkook, who was with Taehyung, though his eyes were looking at him.

"I like it a lot, much better than my previous company. The people on the department are really hard working and I hope to make the sales for all creative arts rise, sir."

Yoongi looked away from Jungkook and into Jongin's eyes. "Every editor-in-chief has told me that, Jongin. I don't need empty words, I need results, can you or can you not bring me results?"

Jongin glanced at Namjoon then back at Yoongi. "I will, sir."

"Good answer," Namjoon patted Jongin on the back, who bowed politely before leaving. "Must you be harsh on them?"

Yoongi watched Jongin leave, going back to the food table, not interacting with anyone. "It's to test their character, Namjoon."

"He seems like he can do a lot more than we think," Namjoon nodded. "I like him."

"Good," Yoongi patted Namjoon on the back. "If he fails, it'll be on you, so make sure he succeeds or else that vacation week you were begging for disappears."

Yoongi walked away before Namjoon had the chance to complain, taking off his tie, and walking out of the ballroom. He sighed, finally untangling himself from the stupid tie Jungkook put him.

For once the hallways were empty, no half-awake employees  walking around, trying to finish their work. Yoongi was proud of his employees, he really was. Publishing, editing, and managing was hard work. Especially with more than 10,000 authors contracted to them. His company was making millions but he owed it all to his employees, which was why he spoiled them with these lame (sort of expensive) parties that he hated attending.

So he'll let them enjoy the party while he naps in his office, putting a timer until near the scheduled final hour and then do a speech about how much he enjoys having them and go home to Holly, his warm bed, and warm—


Jungkook looked up at him, smiling. "Hi."

Yoongi looked around before closing the door, furrowing his eyebrows as Jungkook got up from his chair. "What are you doing here?"

"This is where you like to escape during parties," Jungkook lifted a small bag. "Got you a gift."

"You got me a gift?" Yoongi took the small bag, "what for? It's not my birthday."

Jungkook sat at the edge of Yoongi's desk, smiling that annoying devilish smile again. "Open it."

Yoongi gave Jungkook a weird look before opening it, scoffing as he took out a small bottle. "You got me lube?"

"It's our anniversary," Jungkook chuckled. "You kissed me for the first time, right here. Our positions were the same too."

"Didn't we start this on New Years?" Yoongi looked down at the lube, peach scented. "You hate peaches."

Jungkook chuckled, nodding. "I do, it's supposed to be funny."

Yoongi scoffed, throwing the bag and lube on his desk, a smaller box falling to the ground. He frowned. "What's that, a cock ring?"

"Uh, no," Jungkook stared at the box on the ground. "They're anal beads."

"They're not," Yoongi glanced at the box. "Jungkook, I fucking swear if those are anal beads on my fucking carpet," he went to pick up the small box. "I'll fucking rip your dick—"

When he opened the box, there was a silver necklace inside, a golden ring hanging from the chain. Yoongi looked up at Jungkook.

"Don't get excited, it's a cock ring."

Yoongi looked down at the necklace in his hands, feeling his heart pick up. "It's," he looked back up at Jungkook. "The necklace I wanted."

Jungkook smiled, looking away. "Which one, the one you cried about during our company trip to Hawaii?"

"I didn't cry."

"Oh please," Jungkook scoffed, crossing his arms. "You yelled at the lady for not being able to convert won into dollars."

Yoongi rolled his eyes at the memory. "What kind of salesclerk isn't able to do that simple task."

"She's wasn't a banker."

"She was a scammer," Yoongi looked down at the necklace. "This is it, right? The one I wanted?"

Jungkook walked to him, slowly taking out the necklace. "It's not," he lifted the small ring. "The one you wanted was sold out on the website but I found another one that suited you even more."

"If it says something shitty, I hope it can do exchanges."

"It's nothing bad, relax, will you?" Jungkook held the golden ring up. "It has 'ALAKA‘I' engraved into it. Do you, my dear Yoongi, know what that means?"

Yoongi rolled his eyes, "does it fucking look like I do?"

Jungkook laughed, spinning Yoongi around as he put him the necklace. "It means 'the value of leadership. Lead with initiative, and with your good example. You shall be the guide for others when you have gained their trust and respect.'"

"That sounds like you just googled the word."

"I did," Jungkook turned Yoongi back around, smiling down at the golden ring against his chest, the chain short that it hung a little lower against Yoongi's collarbones. "And thought it was perfect for you, Mr. CEO. I hope you lead us to always good things and remember you're capable of everything."

Yoongi looked up at Jungkook, who was smiling at him. "Jungkook," he whispered. He stepped closer, closer, until their lips were touching. He kissed him slowly, wanting his heart to settle down before they did anything else, wanted his cheeks to cool down before they continued.

But Jungkook put a hand between them, Yoongi furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. "I don't want to fuck you here," he whispered. "It's our anniversary, shouldn't we make it special?"

No. They shouldn't. Friends with benefits, fuck buddies, they just have sex. They don't celebrate anniversaries or buy them gifts that make the receiver feel special. This wasn't right, but when was their relationship every right? Yoongi gave him money, gave him a place to live, gave him himself. A lot more than he should've and he likes it. He likes Jungkook.



"I wanted to thank everyone for coming," Yoongi said into the microphone. "Although some of us met for the first time, I wanted to thank you all for your hard work and dedication to this company. We wouldn't be anywhere as successful if it weren for you and I truly mean that. This company doesn't thrive because of me, it thrives because of every single one of you. Thank you for supporting me, this company, and your coworkers. Drive home safely and take all the leftovers you want."

The crowd chuckled and Yoongi felt better about his speech. He felt like he lacked some parts or sounded stupid but the crowd clapped, cheered, and laughed so he guesses it's a good sign.

"Great speech, boss man," Namjoon laughed, eyes narrowing on his chest. "Woah, nice necklace, that new?"

Yoongi subtly hid the necklace into his suit. "I'm surprised you stayed this long, Seokjin usually demands you to come home before midnight."

Namjoon looked away. "We're sort of in a fight."

"Wow, even the world's best couple fights, who would've guessed it."

"We're not the world's best couple," they walked out into the hallway, politely bowing and waving as the groups of people left. "But yes we did. Just a few disagreements."

Yoongi saw Jungkook walking with a group of girls, nodding and smiling at them. "What about?"

Namjoon sighed beside him. "He wants to move."

"Move?" Yoongi turned to Namjoon, raising his eyebrows. "Where?"

"Japan," Namjoon bowed at a girl then turned to Yoongi. "He got offered an amazing position as a head chef and he's honestly debating it."

Yoongi bit his lip, why hadn't Seokjin mention this to him? Namjoon nodded, sighing softly.

"I like my job too," Namjoon said, bowing at their elderly employees before turning back to Yoongi. "What do we do?"

Yoongi stared at his best friend for years, wondering how he'd even function without him. Who was going to stop him from doing stupid things and who was going to encourage him to do stupider things?

"I think you should do it," Yoongi chuckled. "We have a branch in Japan that needs a good leader. You'd be amazing there, Joonie."

Namjoon looked away. "I don't know, Yoongi. Moving is a huge step in our relationship and I'm not sure if we're ready for that."

Yoongi gripped Namjoon's shoulder, smiling at him. "The offer stands, okay? Whatever you decide, I'll make sure you're both well maintained until you get everything in ordered."

"So you won't miss me?"

"I'll fucking miss you," Yoongi looked away, eyes watering. "But you deserve to happy more than anyone else. Now change the subject before I fucking cry."


Jungkook kissed him slowly, hands on the sides of Yoongi's face, thumbs slowly caressing his jaw, making Yoongi lean more into him, wanting nothing more than to be lost in his warm, familiar touch and for a few minutes he did. Just hearing their kiss echoing in their room, the soft taps of the rain outside, Holly's snores from the living room. Yoongi couldn't help it, couldn't help but fall for this moment, fall for Jungkook, and it hurt because what happens next?

They'll fuck, they'll fall asleep, then start all over the next day. That's the pattern, that's the habit they created in the small span of time together.

But now Jungkook got a hold of Yoongi's heart and now, now what?

"Do you want to take it to the bed?" Yoongi whispered, caving. This is what Jungkook wanted, no strings attached, no relationship, nothing. This is what they agreed on so even with a heavy heart, he'll continue, he'll play his part.

Jungkook chuckled, picking up Yoongi's necklace, shaking his head. "I'm oddly not in the mood for sex," he whispered. "You?"

"What do you want to do?" Yoongi's voice shook but Jungkook either didn't hear it or chose to ignore it.

"I just want to kiss you," Jungkook smiled against Yoongi's lips, eyes moving from his lips to his eyes. "Keep you close."

Yoongi closed his eyes and Jungkook kissed him again, back to the bliss, the sound of their kissing, the tapping of the rain, Holly snoring in the living room. Back to Jungkook's warm hands sliding down to his hips, tongue moving along with his, bodies warm against each other. He couldn't help it, really, falling for Jeon Jungkook.

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Yoongi couldn't sleep, which wasn't a surprise, so he just sat by his bay window watching the cars below, the rain hit his window, and the streetlights that hid the stars. His mind drifted many directions. To Jungkook and how he now could admit his feelings towards the brat. How easy it'd be for them if they just ended this here, maybe try for a real relationship in a couple weeks, maybe take a step back and let each other breathe without it ending up in sex.

To Namjoon and Seokjin. How close he was to losing two of his closest friends, one of his best friends. The one who has been there through thick and thin, the one who was always there when Yoongi cried or screamed over something. He felt safe with Namjoon there. Not to mention that his stupid hyung had weaseled his way into Yoongi's heart too. Not just with his delicious food but with his kind heart, how nice he was to Yoongi in the beginning - even when Yoongi was an asshole, how Seokjin looked out for Yoongi. They were both a pair of friends, a pair of family, that Yoongi was scared of losing. Without them, he'd be stuck with Hoseok and Jungkook. Not that Hoseok wasn't a sweet guy but pair him up with Jungkook and those two are...Yoongi shuddered at the thought.

His mind then shifted to his company. The tiny publishing and editing company that he never really thought to become this popular. His parents had laughed when he told them he'd be the CEO and founder of a company, that he'd work hard to stop being dependable on their money. Now it had branches in Japan, Thailand, USA, UK, and Italy. Yoongi almost felt like calling his parents up to brag about their 'crazy, creative' kid doing all of their 'impossibles.'

Funny how Yoongi can properly be a CEO to a company with more than 10,000 authors, 200,000 employees, more than 1,000 smaller branches spread throughout South Korea, yet you through a Jeon Jungkook into Yoongi's life and the well oiled machine becomes a mess, becomes bankrupt, sets on fire, and the ashes are then thrown into Yoongi's eyes.

Maybe his parents were right on something and that's Yoongi being just a tad dramatic. Either way, Yoongi curled more against the cold window, hand playing with the necklace. He turned to look at Jungkook, soft snores coming from him. The light from the window allowed Yoongi to see his face slightly, the stupid pretty face that started all this.

Yoongi chuckled at the first time he saw Jungkook. He used to blush at the memory but now he just chuckled sourly. Min Yoongi just couldn't hold it in. Yoongi was on his way to a meeting, nervously drinking water to make sure his voice was stable and not dry. Fifteen minutes until the meeting, with a representative from Japan who was possibly considering helping Yoongi expand, the meeting on the third floor, Yoongi was on the tenth, the elevators weren't working, and as he stepped into the stairs, he had to pee.

He had turned to his assistant, looked at her with a single look and she quickly looked around, radioing the janitor if the bathrooms on the tenth floor were clean. 'Not yet,' quickly became a response that haunted him. Not yet for the ninth, the eighth, the seventh, the sixth, the fifth - at that point Yoongi wondered what the fuck his janitors were doing instead of cleaning the fucking bathrooms.

The fourth floor. Now, in present time, Yoongi likes to avoid the fourth floor. The floor that cursed him, the floor where Yoongi crashed into a pretty boy wearing a security guard uniform way too small for him, eyes wide and doe-like, apologizing repeatedly about crashing into Yoongi.

Jungkook had helped him up, dusting off his shoulders, smiling at him, 'you look important,' Jungkook had said, the voice haunting Yoongi even then.

His assistant snapped Yoongi out of it and dragged him along to the bathrooms.

Few weeks after, Yoongi found the security guard on his floor, along with Taehyung, who was rather new as well. With a uniform too small, Jungkook's muscles and figure became too obvious, too annoying, too distracting.

Yoongi's windows used to be glass, no curtains, being able to see the outside, being able to see Jungkook. How his muscles flexed when he pointed someone in the right direction, help lift something off the ground.

Jungkook's smile and laugh became distracting too. Yoongi used to keep his door open but the sounds of Jungkook's laugh vibrating off the walls became too distracting.

So naturally, Yoongi did what anyone else would've done. He got thicker glass, curtains, closed his door, and got Jungkook a new uniform, one that fit him better than the old one.

Jungkook tossed in bed, bringing Yoongi back to where they were now. Jungkook moved into Yoongi's house, gave Yoongi a necklace that means a lot to him, and Yoongi likes Jungkook. Nothing but disasters waiting to happen.

"Yoongi," Jungkook tapped the bed, sitting up and looking around. Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows, watching Jungkook get up from bed, stumbling around the room. "Yoongi?"

"Yeah," Yoongi responded, grabbing Jungkook's arm. "I'm here, what?"

Jungkook fell onto the bay window with Yoongi, arms hugging him. "Thought you left," Jungkook put his head on Yoongi's lap. "Thought you left me."

Yoongi sighed, could this idiot make it easier for him not to fall for him? Yoongi started playing with Jungkook's hair, fingers threading through his soft hair.

He couldn't, Yoongi replied. He couldn't leave him even when he should.


"There's a rat."

Yoongi looked up at Hoseok, raising his eyebrows at him. "A rat."

Hoseok nodded, looking around before closing Yoongi's door. "A rat."

"Do you care to elaborate? Do I need to fire someone or fucking burn the place down?"

"Why would you burn the building down?"

Yoongi scoffed, "you just said there was a rat, I don't fuck with rats, Hoseok."

Hoseok handed Yoongi a file. "Read it."

"Why are you being so weird?" Yoongi opened the file, some confetti coming out. The door opened, everyone from his floor throwing confetti as well, blowing horns.

"Happy birthday!" The shouted.

His assistant came over to put Yoongi a hat on. "Bet you forgot your own birthday, didn't you?"

Yoongi looked around the room, finding Seokjin and Namjoon, Jungkook and Taehyung, hell even Jimin was there looking awkward.

"It's not my birthday."

"No but it's the company's birthday," Namjoon cheered, everyone else following. Yoongi nodded, chuckling.

Never did he think he'd have employees kind enough to remember the day business officially started. It had been such a boring day since no one came in but fuck did it grow.

Yoongi felt his eyes water. "Thanks," he looked down at his desk. "Now get back to work."

"That didn't last long!" Hoseok laughed but Yoongi stood up and thanked them for remembering. Jungkook, Hoseok, Taehyung, Jimin, Seokjin and Namjoon stayed in the room. "How does it feel?"

Yoongi sat back down in his chair, looking around the room. "Old."

"You are," Taehyung teased. "Hyung, lend me some money?"

"As if, brat," Yoongi looked at Jimin. "Jimin, I wasn't able to ask earlier but how is the magazine cover going for you? Hoseok says you're a natural."

Jimin's cheeks turned pink. "Uh," he couldn't meet Yoongi's gaze. "Great, thank you, Yoongi. I wouldn't be able to have this experience if it weren't for you."

"Don't worry about it, Hoseok, about the rat?"

Hoseok laughed, shaking his head. "It was a lure for you, no rat, hyung. Everything is going fine."

"I brought you a gift," Jimin squeaked, digging into hid backpack and taking out a small box. "It's not a lot but someone mentioned you might like it."

Yoongi chuckled, taking it. "It's not my birthday but I'll accept free things on behalf of the building." He opened the box, chuckling as he saw a fancy pen inside. "A pen?"

Jimin blushed even more. "I—I noticed you keep shaking yours during meetings, like it doesn't work, and someone mentioned you like stationery things, I'm sorry for the lame gift."

Yoongi laughed, shaking his head. "No, I like it, thank you."

"You're wel—"

"My turn," Jungkook stepped forward, a large box with just a big yellow bow on top. Yoongi looked at the box then at Jungkook. "What?"

Yoongi looked around the room. "What is it?"

"You'll have to open the box to know that, don't you think?"

Yoongi reached for the bow but stopped. "Is it," he whispered. "Safe for work?"

Jungkook laughed, nodding as he bit down on his smile. Yoongi swallowed, opening the box. Inside was a dog bed, some bags of treats, and a golden set of bowls.

"For Holly," Jungkook smiled.

"Thanks," Yoongi picked up the plates, something falling from underneath.

"Oh you dropped something," Jimin picked up a small container and Yoongi's eyes widened along with Jimin's. "Uh, I don't think this is for your dog."

Yoongi snatched the bottle as everyone in the room laughed, Yoongi's cheeks warm as he glared at Jungkook.


"What are you doing this weekend?"

Yoongi opened his eyes, turning to look at Jungkook, who was sketching the skyline on the napkin he found on the roof.


Jungkook shrugged, glancing up then back down at the sketch. "There's a movie I want to go see and I need your wallet."

"Don't I pay you enough? Is your check lacking?"

"No but you promised to buy whatever I wanted," Jungkook erased a part of the sketch. Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows, wondering what he was playing at. Jungkook finally looked up at Yoongi, face close to his. "So buy yourself a ticket for our date."

Yoongi genuinely felt the blood rise to his cheeks, could feel every single part of his body turn warm as he heard the four letter word slip out of Jungkook's mouth. Date. He was playing, no, heart relax, he must be fucking joking.

"Happy birthday," Jungkook whispered, handing Yoongi the napkin. Yoongi looked down, breath hitching as he saw the drawing.

It wasn't the skyline like Yoongi thought he was sketching. It was the part of the roof they were leaned against, two people kissing, wearing a suit and a security guard uniform. The one wearing the security guard uniform had his hand on the one wearing a suit's cheek.

Jungkook chuckled when Yoongi just kept staring in awe, eyes scanning every single detail. The brat was amazing at drawing. He knew he was good, Jungkook always sketches when he's bored, but this was beautiful.

"It's not my birthday," Yoongi mumbled before Jungkook leaned down and kissed him. Yoongi's breath hitching again, couldn't help but smile as Jungkook put a hand on his cheek, both of them replicating the sketch.

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Yoongi bit his lip, eyes moving between his suit to the black shirt on his bed. He sighed, scratching the back of his head. How long had it been since he went on a 'date?'

He glanced over at Seokjin, who was laughing at his doorstep. Yoongi smiled slightly, as if asking for help. For whatever reason, Seokjin understood and stepped into the room.

"What is it?" Seokjin laughed. "Wait, are you actually deciding from this? Yoongi, it's the movies, who fucking wears a suit?"


"Did you come from work?"

Yoongi ignored Jungkook's grin as he bought the popcorn, clearing his throat. "What movie are we watching?"

"What fun is it if I told you?" Jungkook grinned even wider, holding out his hand. Yoongi looked down at the hand, feeling his cheeks start to warm up. "What? Isn't this what people do on dates?"

Yoongi huffed, slapping the hand away. "We're both men, are you fucking insane?" He mumbled, pushing past Yoongi, cheeks burning.

Jungkook laughed, catching up with Yoongi and guiding them to the right theatre. Yoongi stopped when he saw the name. He gave Jungkook a strange look before walking inside. The seats were rather empty, but judging by the movie, Yoongi didn't really find it strange.

"Middle, middle," Jungkook whispered, pulling Yoongi up to the middle of the seats, chuckling as Yoongi groaned. "I can't believe you came to the movies in a suit."

Yoongi almost told Jungkook the truth. The truth being that it's been years since he's gone on a 'date' and he has no idea what to wear. So he just went for the suit, sure it was strange, but he looked important and fancy, so win-win, maybe?

"I can't believe you picked a child's movie."

Jungkook laughed, reclining his seat back. "It's not a child movie, it's animated, and Jimin says it's a good first date movie."

"Since when do you talk to Jimin?" Yoongi scoffed, eating some popcorn.

"Since you decided to be friendly with him, keep your enemies closer, no?"

Yoongi rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "You could never compete with Park Jimin. He's too sweet and his ass is out of this world."

Jungkook turned to look at him, Yoongi meeting his gaze. "Your stuck next to me for an hour, don't tempt me"

"What are you going to—" Yoongi bit down on his lip as he felt a palm rubbing him over the trousers, eyes glaring up at Jungkook.

"An hour," Jungkook whispered, leaning over to press a soft kiss to Yoongi's temple. "Now say something, no! Say two things nice about me."

Yoongi scoffed, "why would I—" Jungkook put more pressure as he rubbed, two fingers working to undo his pants. "Okay, shit, stop, I cave."

"Two things," Jungkook stopped rubbing, smiling too innocently to be real.

"You're so annoyin—" Jungkook slipped his hand into Yoongi's trousers, grabbing him over his boxers. "I wasn't—wasn't finished. You're annoyingly gorgeous."

Jungkook propped his other hand on the arm rest of the seat, resting his chin on his palm, staring at Yoongi, as if his other hand wasn't groping Yoongi.

"What else?"

Yoongi looked away, cheeks flushed as he subconsciously thrusted into Jungkook's hands, earning a smirk from the youngest. "You're really stupid—"

Jungkook slid his thumb to Yoongis tip, earning a hiss. "Sorry, what was that?"

"Stupidly smart?"

"You're capable of saying a thousand compliments about some intern that you just hired but you can't say two nice things about me?"

Yoongi gripped Jungkook's knee. "It's not that I can't, I refuse to."

Jungkook sighed, hand slipping out, much to Yoongi's confusing state of disappointment and happiness. "You're funny and you're hardworking."

"Are we saying affirmations to each other now?"

"I want us to be more than what we are."

Yoongi tightened his grip on Jungkook's knee, swallowing. "You don't mean that."

Jungkook nodded, putting his hand over Yoongi's. "Of course I do, Yoongi. I like you."

Yoongi swallowed, looking up at Jungkook, looking for any sign of him joking or teasing Yoongi, just to get a reaction from him. "I can," Yoongi looked away, feeling his cheeks warming up. "Say a thousand things about Jimin because he doesn't make me feel a thousand things."

Jungkook chuckled, "what do I make you feel?"

"You're so persistent," Yoongi grumbled, scoffing, pulling his hand away from Jungkook's warmth. "I'm not telling you."

"Fine," Jungkook laughed, pulling Yoongi close to him, Yoongi furrowing his eyebrows at him. "What?"

"Someone might come in," Yoongi went to move away but Jungkook held him close to him. "Jungkook, if someone—"

"No ones going to come in, I rented the theater," Jungkook said. "I wanted to live out my high school dream with you."

Yoongi scoffed, shoving Jungkook away. "I am not helping you live out your stupid high school wet dreams!"

Jungkook snorted, crossing his arms. "Not all high schoolers are as perverted as you, Min Yoongi."

"Oh please," Yoongi rolled his eyes, looking away, cheeks still warm. "You're a fucking sex addict, Jungkook."

"Believe it or not," Jungkook pulled Yoongi close again, wrapping his arm around him. "I was very shy during high school, I would never be this forward with all my crushes as I am with you. A pretty boy or girl would talk to me and I'd run off the different direction."

Yoongi looked up at Jungkook, who smiled down at him. "Liar."

"There was this girl," Jungkook's grip around his waist tightened. "I saw her on a date with the biggest jerk at our school, they went to the same movie as me and my friends. They even fucking sat a few seats in front of me. I couldn't help but wish that was me."

"Oh, now I get it," again Yoongi pulled away from Jungkook, frowning. "You brought me here to fucking replace her with me? You're not only perverted but also an asshole?"

Jungkook laughed, shaking his head. "Will you let me finish?" Yoongi scoffed but nodded. "You're right, the movies is the perfect place and that's why I was worried about her, so I kept an eye on her but they never did anything bad, at least not to my eye level. He became a different person with her, it made me jealous."

"Because he wasn't you?"

"Because he had someone who liked him," Jungkook smiled but it was a sad smile, a smile that hurt Yoongi out of nowhere, a smile that said the idiot has felt things no one dreams of, a smile that made Yoongi wonder what else Jungkook keeps to himself. "So yeah, that's my high school wet dream, to have someone who likes me watch an animated movie with me."

Yoongi rolled his eyes, scoffing for the millionth time before moving in his seat, laying his head on Jungkook's shoulder. "Don't think I'm doing this because I like you or something, your sob story just made me sad."

"Is that one of the thousand things I make you feel?" Jungkook whispered, the lights dimming. Yoongi pinched his arm, making Jungkook laugh.

Yoongi could barely focus on the movie, his eyes kept going back to Jungkook, how he laughed, snorted, awed, and cried at the movie. The different expressions Yoongi rarely saw. The entire relationship just consisted of Jungkook looking at Yoongi with lust, want. Jungkook's expressions during sex, climax, and sexual frustrations. It was as if Jungkook was a different person. Seeing him laugh subconsciously, tears slowly fall when sad music played, a small smile on his face when happy music played.

Whatever movie was playing, it didn't come anywhere near the one Yoongi saw playing on Jungkook's face. His stupid, lame handsome face that Yoongi probably memorized tonight.

He finally tore his gaze away from Jungkook, who probably knew Yoongi was staring but didn't saw anything. Yoongi moved closer to Jungkook, laying his head on Jungkook's chest, smiling to himself as he heard Jungkook's heartbeat.


Yoongi sighed, waiting for Jungkook to come out of the bathroom. He glanced at his watch, it's late and he needs to go to the office to pick up a package. Why was Jungkook taking so long? He groaned, impatiently pushing open the door.

"Jung—" He stopped when he saw Jungkook on the sink, some tall dude next to him. Yoongi looked from Jungkook to the tall dude.

The tall dude smiled. "Sorry, Jeon, didn't mean to take you away for long, your tiny friend seems angry."

Tiny? "Who the fuck are you calling tiny?" Yoongi scoffed. Jungkook jumped off the sink, laughing as he stepped in front of Yoongi.

"Watch it, he's tiny but mighty," Jungkook chuckled, licking his lips repeatedly, a habit Yoongi learned Jungkook does when he's nervous. "I should though. Tell her I say hello, will you?"

"Course, Jeon. You should come over some—"

Jungkook chuckled, practically shoving Yoongi out of the bathroom. "I will!"

Yoongi almost tripped as Jungkook shoved them out of the bathroom, Jungkook grabbing his hand and quickly walking them out of the room.

"Jungkook, what's hap—"

"Not here," Jungkook said.

They walked to the parking lot, Jungkook sighing, running a hand through his hair. Yoongi crossed his arms, frowning at Jungkook. Jungkook swallowed, licking his lips again as he met Yoongi's gaze.

"That was the guy," Jungkook sighed. "I don't know, I wanted to leave but couldn't find the right excuse, thanks for coming in."

"She was in there too, wasn't she?"

Jungkook looked away for a couple seconds before meeting his gaze again. "Maybe."

Yoongi rolled his eyes, cheeks warming up again. What was that reaction for? So what if she saw them together? Was he ashamed of them or something? Why was Yoongi so worked up about this?

"Not that I don't enjoy high school reunions," Yoongi took out his car keys. "But I have to go work."

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. "Aren't we going home?"

"Yeah right," Yoongi shook his head, looking around for his car. "Unlike you, I don't get days off. So enjoy your threesome, I'm leaving first."

Jungkook stopped him, frowning. "My threesome? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Look, if you still have feelings—"

"Don't you dare finish that fucking sentence," Jungkook interrupted. "You know for a fact that I like you."

Yoongi shrugged. "Is that why you pulled us out of there? Are you ashamed or something?"

"Yoongi," Jungkook took Yoongi's hand, frowning. "Who's being stupid now? I'm not ashamed, I just don't like being around them, they remind me of when I was a stupid naive kid. Plus, if we hung around longer, he'd try to embarrass me and I want you to always see me as a cool guy."

"I've never seen you as a cool guy."

Jungkook smiled, pulling Yoongi closer, Yoongi looking at his lips then his eyes. "I like you," he whispered. "A lot."

Yoongi closed his eyes as Jungkook kissed him, their hands intertwined, cheeks burning at this point.

That girl must be the biggest idiot ever, Yoongi couldn't help but think as Jungkook pressed him against the parking lot wall, hands on his waist. For letting someone like Jungkook slip away. And Yoongi would like nothing more than to thank her for her stupidity because as Jungkook kissed him with his tongue, hands slipping underneath Yoongi's shirt, hips grinding against each other - Yoongi decided he wanted something more than sex too, wanted them to be more too.

Chapter Text

"Can we come in?"

Yoongi looked up to see Jimin and Hoseok, folder in both their arms. He nodded once, gesturing to the seats in front of him. They nodded back and quickly sat down, Yoongi chuckling at their eagerness.

"What is it?" Yoongi closed his tabs to keep himself focused on them. If he let his eyes move from them, he might start reviewing the numbers and his headache was starting to come back.

"We need your approval on the cover," Hoseok looked at Jimin, who gave him the folder he was carrying. He opened it up, lamented trial covers inside. One by one, Hoseok spread them out. "We have sixteen."


Hoseok chuckled, nodding. "Sixteen, I know. The photographers had a hard time sending us finals too, they said that Jimin was a natural and every single shot was front cover worthy."

Yoongi licked his lips, reminding himself to buy a bottle of water, and looked down at the covers. Sixteen. Each shot was different but Hoseok did have a point, he was good. "When is the deadline?"

"Two weeks," Hoseok sighed. "I'm not too sure. I like number four, the one where he's covering his eye but I feel like that blocks his face. Number six is good too, our photographer said it was sexy and cute."

Yoongi hummed. "Can you leave them here for me? I can't make a rush decision right now."

"Of course," Hoseok nodded. "I also needed Room 3 for filming. We wanted to do an online interview to post on all social media."

"Room," Yoongi turned to his computer, quickly pulling up the schedules for Room 3 and frowning when he saw it was fully booked. "There's no opening before the two weeks."

Hoseok sighed. "And Room 4 is still under construction, right?"


Jimin raised his hand, Yoongi nodding at him, why the fuck did he do that? "What about room number two?"

"Oh fuck that," Hoseok shook his head. "That room is haunted."


Hoseok nodded. "There's always moans being heard and loud crashes, we locked it and no one enters because of it."

"What about number one?"

Yoongi looked up, clearing his throat. "We lost the key."

"Really?" Jimin hummed. "Oh! I can pick the lock!"

"I'll sue you for trespassing," Yoongi quickly added. "There's no need for law breaking, I can squeeze you in between shootings, no worries."

Hoseok gasped. "Really? That's great, hyung, thank you." They both got up, bowed at Yoongi before leaving.

"Wouldn't security have a key to the room?" He heard Jimin whisper to Hoseok.


Yoongi looked around for someone but no one was there. He bit his lip, fingers tapping the wall. Where the fuck was this guy?

Someone pulled him from behind, making him enter a room. Yoongi turned to punch whoever was touching him but found a grinning Jungkook.

"Hey," Jungkook whispered, closing and locking the door behind him. "Missed you."

Yoongi scoffed, brushing back his hair. "Your hair is getting long."

"I'm planning a haircut soon," Jungkook whispered, Yoongi just threading his fingers through his hair. "It's been weeks since I saw you."

"I've had to sleep here," Yoongi sighed. "It's getting busy and I find no point in going all the way home. Plus it's more effective."

Jungkook put his hands on the sides of Yoongi's face, eyes half open. "But I've missed you."

"Are you actually pouting?" Yoongi laughed, hands finding Jungkook's hips. "I can't believe you're actually pouting. You're a grown man and you're pouting just because you haven't had s—"

Jungkook interrupted him with a kiss, tongue slipping in without permission, hips grinding themselves desperately and messily, Yoongi moaned softly, feeling himself being pressed against the edge of a table. "I missed you, that's why I'm pouting," Jungkook spread Yoongi's leg, slotting himself between them, hips grinding down, Yoongi panting, looking up at Jungkook.

"Fuck, take them off," Yoongi started at his belt but Jungkook slapped his hands away, he glared at Jungkook, only to have the security smirk at him.

"Now look who's pouting," Jungkook laughed, slowly unbuckling Yoongi's jeans. "Your ass looks so good in these pants, did you know that, daddy?"

Yoongi scoffed at the nickname but watched as Jungkook lowered his head, pressing wet kisses to Yoongi's crotch through the boxers. "Fuck, Jungkook," he slipped his fingers into Jungkook's hair, keeping him there. "Fine, yeah, I miss you too."

"That didn't take long," Jungkook laughed and Yoongi wanted to slap the stupid smirk off his face. "Want me to fuck you, daddy?"

Yoongi moaned, nodding, tightening his grip on Jungkook's hair. "We don't—we don't have condoms."

Jungkook pressed loud kisses up Yoongi's body, up until their lips met. "I'll jack us both off, you okay with that?"

"Hurry, yeah?" Yoongi panted against Jungkook's lips. "S'been too long."

"Whatever you want, daddy," Jungkook got onto his knees, the table underneath cracking slightly. Yoongi wondered if the table would sustain their weight. It's been months since they last came here and it got rusted a bit. Yoongi quickly came back when he felt a finger against his ass. "Hey, I need you here."

"S—sorry," Yoongi quickly said, cheeks warming up when Jungkook smirked at that. Stupid punk. He looked down, whimpering softly when he saw Jungkook had already taken his jeans off, his length dangerously close to him.

"Submitting to me?" Jungkook whispered in his ear, sending chills down Yoongi's body. "That's sexy, hyung."

Yoongi closed his eyes as he grabbed both dicks, gasping as he held them together, hearing a soft moan from Jungkook. He opened his eyes, meeting Jungkook hovering above him. "I've never," he said, licking his lips. "I can barely do one."

Jungkook laughed breathlessly, "use both of your pretty hands then, daddy, and fuck us both with them."

Yoongi nodded, biting his lip, he moved his hands up and down, hips thrusting forward at the sensation, Jungkook moaning softly above him. He looked up at Jungkook, who was biting his lip, staring down at Yoongi.

"Does that," Yoongi whispered, a little insecure in this. Was he doing fine? Could he really do this? "Feel good?"

Jungkook hummed, "it's a little dry, lick your palms so it glides easily."

"Lick my," Yoongi nodded, lifting his hands one by one, licking his palms profusely before wrapping them back around. He started a slow pace, broken moans slipping out. "Shit, Jungkook."

"That's all you, baby," Jungkook leaned up, whispering into Yoongis ear as the pace quickly picked up, Yoongi growing tired. "Those are your hands fucking both of us, fuck, I've thought about this for a long time. Having your hands bring us to our climax."

Yoongi moaned, closing his eyes, his thumbs circling over their tips, both of them moaning. "I," Yoongi tried but a moan interrupted him, feeling Jungkook thrust into his hands. "Jungkook."

"Sorry, daddy, you just feel so good, miss your tight hole," Jungkook whispered. "Miss fucking it so hard that you clench, miss—"

This time Yoongi interrupted him with a kiss, his cheeks and ears burning from all the dirty talk. He slid his tongue into his mouth, hands moving faster and faster, thumbs sliding into their slits, Jungkook moaning against his lips.

"I'm going to cum," Jungkook whispered before Yoongi felt as he did, only stimulating him to cum too. Yoongi panted, pulling away from Jungkook's lips, looking at the side as he tried to catch his breath. Jungkook pressed light kisses to Yoongi's jaw. "You did fucking amazing, daddy, now, let me clean us up."


"Isn't a 'daddy' supposed to top?"

Jungkook chuckled underneath Yoongi, the hand caressing his bare back stopping. "What?"

"Well, you call me 'daddy' but aren't they usually tops? I mean, a 'daddy' is someone powerful and protects their partner."

"Yoongi, you're the fucking owner of one of the most richest companies," Jungkook laughed. "What more power do you need, narcissist?"

Yoongi shrugged. "I don't know, forget it."

Jungkook pressed a kiss to Yoongi's head. "I mean, if you want to top, then top. You think I wouldn't love being fucked by you? I told you, I love your hands, finger me open with them, daddy."

"Shut up," Yoongi hid in Jungkook's chest, cheeks burning.

"You're capable of fitting the title, Yoongi. If we're going by definition, you're one of the richest guys in publications, you protect those you care for, and you spoil me with money. You're a daddy."

"Can we stop talking about this?"

Jungkook hummed, pressing another kiss to Yoongi's head. "Let's sleep, yeah? Just half an hour."

"Sexiest thing you've said all day."

Chapter Text

“Where’s the model?”

Everyone stayed quiet, eyes moving around, just staring at one another. Maybe waiting for someone to speak up or for Yoongi to leave. Both of which weren’t going to happen.

Yoongi grabbed a stack of folders, slamming them down on a desk. Everyone winced at the loud boom. “I won’t ask again, where is your model?”

A girl rose quickly, everyone turning to look at her. “Gone, sir. The model cancelled at the last minute and Mr. Jung went over to speak with their management.”

“Where is the backup model?”

“We—we don’t have one.”

Yoongi crossed his arms, staring at the girl. The girl lowered her head, refusing to look at him. How was it possible that they didn’t have one? That was the first rule that he wanted Hoseok to ingrain into his employees, always have a backup plan. Models are unpredictable, sneaky shits. They always canceled at the last minute once something better gets offered.

Even if Yoongi’s company was super popular, Hoseok wasn’t allowed to offer huge amounts of money. This leading back to Yoongi’s core rule, quality over quantity. He much rather pay a model who loves their job and doesn’t give two shits about the paycheck, just as long as the end product is beautiful and worrh it.

This has lead to many, many people refusing to work with him but he’s always managed. Not to mention that his company has grown thrice in size from his life motto, so something is going right. Plus, lots of people respect him and his company, so that’s great.

Except right now, the magazine department, the beauty floor in particular, was letting him down. Not that Yoongi didn’t understand because he does. But he’s exhausted, hungry, and sore so he’ll get angry.

“Get me Hoseok on the phone before I cancel this little side project of yours.”


Yoongi picked at his salad, soft music in the background. He sighed softly, waiting and waiting. It’s been an hour since he got here and still, no one arrived. He slipped his hand into his pocket, about to call, when he saw Hoseok and Jimin walk in.

“Sorry we’re late,” Hoseok panted, pulling out a chair for Jimin. Yoongi eyed the gesture before turning back to Hoseok. “And I’m sorry about the model thing as well. I tried smoothing things over with them that I completely forgot about getting a backup, I’m sorry.”

“It’s my fault,” Jimin spoked up, everyone turning to look at him. “One of the assistants trusted me with the task of getting a backup model, I—I was so overwhelmed with everything else, I am so sorry, Mr. Min. Please don’t cancel their project.”

“Jimin—“ Hoseok began but Jimin shook his head.

“Mr. Jung has worked hours trying to get this together, working on the ideas for the stories, getting many artists to give a short interview, arranging the pictures—“

“That’s his job, Jimin.” Yoongi mumbled, much to which Jimin ignored, cheeks turning pink as he continued.

“He worked so hard that he didn’t eat for two weeks just planning the whole design and I ruined it with my lack of professionalism and inability of organization. Please, Mr. Min, fire me instead but please, please don’t cancel his project.”

Yoongi looked over at Hoseok, who just stared at Jimin in awe, even his eyes seemed to gloss over. He wondered what was going on inside his mind, he didn’t know Hoseok too much, but he knew he loved when people praised him, apples of his cheeks raising high whenever someone did. But this time, he just stared at Jimin, who was waiting intently on whatever Yoongi said, cheeks flushed in a pretty way, eyes wide. Jimin was…cute.

“I’m not cancelling his project,” Yoongi smiled. Jimin smiled wide at that, grabbing Yoongi’s hand, shaking it aggressively, thanking Yoongi over and over again. “Okay, okay, let me go.” Yoongi laughed, shaking his head.

“Thank you, Mr. Min, I promise to work much more harder and manage my time better.”

Hoseok stood up, Yoongi smiling up at him. “I’ll be right back.”

“Mr. Jung—“

“Let him,” Yoongi took a sip of his wine. “Probably got a boner from you praising him so much.”

Jimin’s eyes widened a bit. “A bon—“

“He has a praise kink.”


Yoongi waited for the elevator, listening to his assistant talk about her wedding plans. He smiled once she said that ‘of course Yoongi is invited and the guest of honor,’ especially after that generous amount of money he gave them. The doors opened, finally, Jungkook stepping out.

“Mr. Min, Seulgi, hello,” Jungkook smiled at them. “How’s your day going?”

Seulgi sighed. “It’ll be better once I get to take off these shoes,” her phone rang. “Oh, excuse me.”

Yoongi watched her leave, when she was at a good distance, he turned back at Jungkook. “Why aren’t you at your post?”

“I’m on my lunch,” he said, “I was going to get some burgers, do you want anything?”


Jungkook smiled, nodding. “So you want a medium order of Cajun fries.”

Yoongi scoffed, rolling his eyes, hating how well Jungkook knew him. But before he could reply, Seulgi was back, looking slightly worried.

“We need to talk,” she said, glancing at Jungkook then back at Yoongi. “All of us.”

“What is it about?” Jungkook asked, gesturing to a meeting room. “We can talk in there, I can open it, if you want.”

The three of them moved towards the room, Jungkook using his keys to open the door. Seulgi went in first, checking to make sure no one was there before letting out a sigh.

“I just got off the phone with my contact at the police station, apparently the pervert you took down, Jungkook, he was a journalist over at The Re-Style.”

Jungkook shrugged. “And?”

“And that means that his bail was paid and the crime against him was erased,” Seulgi sighed. “That also means that the guy is free.”

Yoongi looked over at Jungkook, who just rolled his eyes, crossing his arms like he does when he’s annoyed. Seulgi sighed again.

“I have a really bad gut-feeling that either The Re-Style is going to retaliate or that pervert is going to come back. They have been covering up for their journalists for years now, who knows the horrible things they’ve erased.”

Jungkook chuckled, “I appreciate your concern, Seulgi, but if that disgusting piece of shit wants to do something, he can. I’m not going to hide or something like that, I can stand guard at the first floor and make sure no one from that shitty company comes through.”

“Alright, super-boy, we have Wonho and Jackson on the first floor,” Yoongi scoffed. “We don’t need The Three Masochists all on one floor, you stay on your floor, we don’t even know if they’ll retaliate or how. You still have your contact at The Re-Style, don’t you?”

Seulgi nodded. “I do.”

Yoongi hummed, “there you go, we use that to find out what their plan is. Although, it’s almost winter time and that means they’ll be busy with their special summer edition, which gives us time to relax about the situation. Seulgi, it’ll be alright.”

“I’ll talk to her,” Seulgi was already dialing her contact, stepping outside. Yoongi chuckled at her, he always did like her.

When he was first hiring for the position of assistant, almost one hundred people applied. His company was fairly popular so he figured that was why. Yoongi was on interview seventy-something and no one had stood out. It wasn’t until Seulgi stepped in, with her kind smile, and impressive resume that Yoongi knew she’d be perfect for the job and he was right. It only took her three days to get accustomed to Yoongi and his erratic ways.

No matter how difficult Yoongi made things, Seulgi always seemed to catch on, not to mention she took care of him. Always make sure to squeeze thirty minutes for lunch or even a snack, planning his meetings in ways that didn’t seem like a nuisance to Yoongi. She cared for him and her job in a way that was rare to find these days, so he was happy with her, so much that was willing to send her money for her wedding.


Yoongi blinked, probably getting lost in his thoughts, so much that he didn’t notice Jungkook had moved in closer to him. “What?”

Jungkook shrugged, pulling Yoongi close by the belt buckle. “Missed you.”

“Weren’t you on lunch break?”

“I have an hour.”

Yoongi was tempted but not in the mood, especially after that kind of news. A part of him worried about Jungkook and his well-being, but the other part of him knew that Jungkook was more than capable of taking care of himself. Still, there was a funny feeling in his stomach at the thought of Jungkook being four floors underneath him.

“I have work,” Yoongi stepped away, grabbing his files before stepping out of the room. He sighed, walking back to the elevator, pressing the button, and waiting.


“You transferred me?”


Jungkook scoffed, following Yoongi into his closet. “I can’t believe you transferred me, I’ve been begging you to do this for months now, why the fuck did it take you so long?”

“Don’t be dramatic, Jungkook,” Yoongi tugged off his tie, avoiding Jungkook’s gaze. “I simply transferred you because the new guy wanted your floor and—“

Jungkook pushed Yoongi against the wall, “fucking bullshit, Yoongi, we both know that you didn’t do that for the nee guy.”

Yoongi looked up at him. “I did.”

“You care about me,” Jungkook smiled, lighting up in a childish way. Yoongi’s heart yearned at the sigh, why did the idiot look so happy? Of course Yoongi cared about him, why would he think otherwise?

“Fuck off.” Yoongi made a move to get out of Jungkook but Jungkook just hugged him tightly, not letting him move. “Jungkook, let me go.”

Jungkook dug his face into Yoongi’s neck, kissing the skin lightly. “I’m happy, Yoongi,” he whispered.

Yoongi scoffed, patting Jungkook’s back before giving up and just caressing his back. “You’re such a kid.”

Jungkook just hummed. Yoongi hoped he couldn’t hear his heart beating fast, even though, Yoongi could heart Jungkook’s heart beating fast.

Chapter Text

Yoongi’s alarm kept ringing, and ringing, and ringing. He could hear it from across the bed but didn’t have enough energy to turn it off. With his eyelids becoming heavy again, he simply fell back asleep, hoping by some miracle that it shuts itself up. 

By the second time it rings, someone does turn it off, mumbling about how stupid the idea of putting three alarms back-to-back was. Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows, not recognizing the voice, and half panicking that he might’ve done something stupid. 

He jolted up, eyes completely open, heart pounding in his chest as he tried to find the owner of the foreign voice. His eyes froze as he saw Namjoon and Seokjin on a air mattress, groaning at one another. Yoongi let out a sigh of relief, a jackhammer headache quickly following him as the rest of his body started to wake up. 

“Good, you’re up,” that voice Yoongi did recognize. He looked up to see Jungkook, looking more refreshed and glowing than Yoongi felt. “I made you three some hangover soup so get washed and meet us in the living room.”

Yoongi made a face, wondering what the fuck happened last night? He sighed, deciding he’d be the first to get out of bed. Slowly making his way to his bathroom, trying his best not to step on his friends, he started his shower. He sat down on his toilet, licking his dry lips, wincing at his headache. 

The bathroom door opened, Jungkook wiggling his way in. “I’m here to clean up your hand before you shower,” Jungkook said, opening the medicine cabinet. “Which I’m sure you don’t remember hurting, huh?”

He looked down at said hand, tilting his head, curious to see that his entire hand was swollen and wrapped in bloody gauges. “Jungkook—“

“I’m sure you don’t need me to remind you that I’m terribly disappointed with you,” Jungkook interrupted. “But I’ll let you off, just because you don’t remember anything.”

The confusion was starting to piss off Yoongi. “What happened?”

“Nothing happened,” Jungkook chuckled, slowly unwrapping the gauze. “That’s a lie, a lot happened. You really don’t remember anything?”

“I remember we went out to celebrate Namjoon and Seokjin’s engagement,” Yoongi explained, wracking his brain for something else. “You, Jimin, and Hoseok joined us a few hours later. We took it back to my place after.”

Jungkook hummed. “You completely left out the part where you punched the shit out of this guy.”


Jungkook gestured to Yoongi’s hand, wincing at the purple, blue, and red marks all over his hand and knuckles. “You almost—you were so angry, Yoongi, I’ve never seen you so angry.”

Yoongi tensed up, memories slowly flushing back to him. It hadn’t been “some guy,” like Jungkook said. It had been the journalist from The Re-Style. Yoongi swallowed at the thought, the pervert had turned around, and yelled some homophobic slurs at them. Yoongi had been so drunk, so exhausted with everything—he’d snapped. 

“We need to call Seulgi and—“

“Already did,” Jungkook said, ripping a small packet of alcohol wipes. “Told her to put out a police report and restraining order against him. Her source inside The Re-Style told Seulgi that he was also going to be fired, that’s why he’d been drinking.”

Yoongi sighed, about to punch something but Jungkook held his hands in place. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, not sure why he was apologizing but felt the need to. He was embarrassed that he acted like that, so reckless, and immature.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jungkook smiled, making Yoongi’s heart skip. Jungkook softly wiped away the dry blood from Yoongi’s hand. “Personally, I found it rather sexy, watching you defend us gays. It was Seokjin and Jimin that were terrified.”

“You found it sexy?” Yoongi laughed, shaking his head at the youngest. Out of all the things he would’ve expected from Jungkook, why did that answer surprise him? “Of course you did.”

Jungkook wrapped a clean gauge around Yoongi’s hand, putting a paper bag over it. “Shower fast, okay? I don’t want your soup to get cold, I worked so damn hard to be domestic for you.” He pressed a soft kiss to Yoongi’s cheek before getting up and heading out. 

“Jungkook,” Yoongi called out, stopping the youngest from walking. Jungkook raised his eyebrows. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” Jungkook chuckled before winking. 


Yoongi whined, complaining again as to why he needed bedrest, “I broke my wrist not my brain, I can still type.”

Jungkook frowned at him. “Did you just hear what you said?” He fluffed Yoongi’s pillow. “You broke your fucking hand, Yoongi, you’re not typing shit.”

“I’m fine, I don’t need to rest,” Yoongi stubbornly sat up on the bed, letting Jungkook fluff his pillows. They were both too stubborn, Yoongi thought, but one of them was bound to win. 

“It’s your doctors orders, not mine, I’m just doing what Seokjin told me to do,” Jungkook made Yoongi lay back down. “Now lay there and relax.”

Yoongi frowned. “What am I supposed to do? Watch a movie. Jungkook, this is fucking ridiculous, I have about thirty emails to respond to. Not to mention that I still need to approve the magazine cover that Jimin modeled in. I’m not supposed to ‘relax,’ whatever that means.”

Jungkook broke into laughter, only making Yoongi even more angry. “You’ve never relaxed a day in your life, have you?”


“Yoongi, when was the last time you took a day off?”

Yoongi clicked his tongue, furrowing his eyebrows as the younger man, “why the fuck would I? I’m the CEO of the company, Jungkook, I’m supposed to—“


“Since I opened the company,” Yoongi sighed, rubbing his temples in frustration. “I’m not finding how this is going to help me get that fucking laptop onto my lap, pass me it.”

Jungkook glanced over at the laptop on the table. “No.”

“Excuse me?” Yoongi frowned, “fine whatever, I’ll fucking get it myself. I’m more than capable of—“

Jungkook put a hand to his chest, stopping Yoongi from getting up. Yoongi sighed loudly, completely frustrated with Jungkook. “The doctor said to relax,” he growled. “So you’re going to fucking take a day off, understood?”

Yoongi shoved Jungkook’s hand away, “and I need you to understand,” his voice grew louder. “I’ve worked too fucking hard to let this stupid broken hand to stop me from getting work done.”

“You’re so fucking stubborn,” Jungkook groaned in frustration. “You’ve left me no choice.”

“What does that mean?”

“Holly!” Jungkook yelled. In less than three seconds, Holly was running into the room, and jumping onto the bed. Yoongi smiled instantly, the dog licking and attacking Yoongi in pure affection. 

“Alright, alright,” Yoongi laughed, getting him to calm down. “Understood, boy, enough.”

Jungkook grinned, Yoongi hating every single second of his stupid smug grin. “We’re going to Busan.”


Jungkook got up, a look on his face as if he just said the smartest thing. “Yeah,” he said. “We’re going to Busan.”


Yoongi smiled, watching Jungkook and Holly playing frisbee, Holly jumping high to catch it and bring it back over to Jungkook. His heart felt good, just something about watching the two made Yoongi feel good and warmed inside. 

“Still not hungry?” Jungkook said as he collapsed next to Yoongi, resting his head on Yoongi’s lap. “I know some good seafood place nearby.”

“What are we doing in Busan, Guk?”

Jungkook smiled from his lap, closing his eyes. “We’re relaxing, baby,” Yoongi swallowed at the nickname. “You needed a good mini vacation from work and I needed to see you out of the office. It’s a win-win.”

Yoongi scoffed. “Bullshit, why Busan, out of all places? I thought you wanted to escape Busan, that’s why you moved to Seoul.”

“I did,” Jungkook said, interlacing their fingers against the sand. Yoongi’s heart skipped, making him nervously look around for anyone looking their direction. “When I went to see my mom, she kept saying how she missed Busan, how she missed seeing all the places that we grew up. My father wasn’t always around, you know, he’d blown all our money on gambling that my mom had to get three jobs just to keep up with rent.”

“Jungkook, I’m sorry.”

Jungkook shrugged, using his hand to block out the sun. “For that reason—the bad memories—I wanted to escape from Busan. Every street corner had a bad memory, the place where I had my heart broken, the place my older brother was mugged, the place where I was left for dead. Every single inch of Busan became a living hell for me.”

Yoongi tightened his grip on Jungkook’s hand, watching Holly play with his toy beside them, listening to Jungkook’s story. 

“But I wasn’t the only one suffering, my mom was too, she definitely had it worse than me. And yet, she still missed it. She misses the place where I had my first step, the place where she fell in love, the place where my brother bumped into his old friend. She managed to love the place where I only saw bad memories.” Jungkook removed his hand, looking up at Yoongi. “I guess what I’m trying to say at the end of my ramblings—you might get stressed out over work, but just remember that you love it, too.”

Yoongi looked down at Jungkook, the pretty eyes that were staring back at him. He didn’t understand why he tried to deny his feelings before when they’ve been so obvious. Of course he likes, Jungkook, how could he not? The brat was annoying and horny, but he also had this mature side to him—which made Yoongi be attracted to him in the first place. Jungkook might radiate this cocky, sexy, and confident aura but he was also thoughtful, considerate, and—surprisingly—philosophical. 

Remember that you love it too, Yoongi repeated in his mind, wondering if that was a plea for a confession. Jungkook just smiled at him, with his pretty boy smile that made Yoongi weak. 

How could he answer that? What did he say? 

Without any answers, Yoongi just leaned down to kiss Jungkook, making Jungkook smile into the kiss. They kissed slowly, too slow for friends with benefits, too slow for their relationship, but just right for their future. Yoongi wanted this, but he wanted this slow. No rushing in to anything, not recklessly like before. 

He wanted it slow, he wanted it with Jungkook. 


“How was your day off, sir?” Seulgi asked once Yoongi stepped into the office. 

Yoongi smiled, “well needed, Seulgi, I think I’m ready for whatever comes our way. What needs to get done?”

“I’m happy you asked, there’s a press conference happening right now for one of our writers. He’s published a self-help book for dancers and it’s been well received so far.” Seulgi followed Yoongi as he walked out of his office and towards the meeting room. “There’s been some small talk about what happened with the journalist but The Re-Style sent over an email saying they don’t want a word to slip out, they’re just as embarrassed as the journalist is.”

Yoongi scoffed, pushing the button to the elevator. “That’s ridiculous, tell them that we’ll run the story whether we want to or not. That we don’t need them breathing down our necks.”

“Already done, sir.”

“What’s next?”

Seulgi flipped her notebook. “Hoseok still needs you to approve the magazine cover, they’ve narrowed it down to three in your absence, and need your final approval. Kai is nominated for an award for Best Full Stop, which is a three year running editor award which has become a popular award show in Japan, he was invited over and so were you, if you want to go.” 

“Pass.” Yoongi shook his head, no way was he spending a airplane ride with that guy. He still gives him bad vibes, especially with a pretty face like that, Yoongi is finished with pretty boys. 

“Another thing.” Yoongi looked up at Seulgi, who was smiling. “It’s nice to have you back, Namjoon was a terrible fill-in for you, sir. I was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt until he turned and asked what the difference between a PDF and DOC was. I might’ve lost it, yesterday was a blank.”

Yoongi laughed, both of them getting out. Yoongi noticed Jungkook at his station, his heart skipping as Jungkook laughed at something someone said. The sound making Yoongi’s shoulders relax. 

“It’s nice to be back,” he said, both of them passing by Jungkook. Jungkook smiled, bowing politely, making Yoongi chuckle at his politeness. 

Brat, Yoongi thought, completely naive to how Yoongi felt whenever he smiled like that.