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Seokjin can’t stop thinking about it.

It’s not even that he wants to stop but he knows he should, he knows that giving the idea space will just encourage it to overtake his entire brain. And when he’s put so much time and energy into rerouting his synapsis to steer clear of thinking about Jungkook that way it seems stupid.

It seems ludicrous to let something as throwaway and obviously innocent as being kissed on the ankle ruffle his feathers. He’s unflappable at this point, really.


So why is he lying in his bed at 2 in the morning still thinking about it?

It would be easier if Jungkook wasn’t so… obedient, most of the time. Agreeable. For the amount they tease and Jungkook pretends to disobey him he really thrives on pleasing people and being praised which… that’s a whole other problem in and of itself.

Seokjin worries that regardless of what he asked, Jungkook would do it - happily, and he’d probably do it well. Which is why Seokjin can’t use his powers for evil.

He’s too old to let something as simple as this get him hot and bothered but he throws his blanket off with a huff and thrashes dramatically on his bed. He’d jerk off real quick if he thought it would help but this isn’t his first rodeo and he knows it won’t. Maybe temporarily but in the long run he’s going to need to find a better solution to this Jungkook Problem™.

Two days later and he’s still not handling it well which is stupid because he’s a grown ass man and Jungkook is his friend and dongsaeng and he needs to be the adult in this scenario. But he gets nervous on movie night when Jungkook, sitting on the floor in front of him, leans back against the couch between Seokjin’s legs and rests a hand gently on Seokjin’s foot.

Seokjin pulls his legs off the floor and tucks them under himself and Jungkook doesn’t say anything but he turns and gives Seokjin a funny look then goes back to watching the TV. It’s fine, really, another day or so and it will fade into the back of Seokjin’s mind with his ever growing collection of bizarre things Jungkook’s done that seem to turn him on for no discernible reason.

Seokjin thinks he’s getting away with it too, the movie ends and they disperse into their respective bedrooms, except when Seokjin tries to close his door there’s suddenly a whole Jeon Jungkook forcing his way in.


Seokjin braces for impact or rather to dispense a myriad of lies to cover his ass.

“It’s so late, JK,” he starts off with, hoping maybe that will be enough but Jungkook lets himself in and closes the door behind him. Seokjin feels like a caged animal presented with his very favorite snack and he’s been fucking starving for so long.

“Are you mad at me?” Jungkook asks, eyes downcast while he fiddles with a loose thread on the sleeve of his hoodie.

“What? No way!” Seokjin denies and he’s not at all. Anger isn’t the thing that’s making him sweat right now.

“I embarrassed you then,” Jungkook guesses, lower lip reddening from how he chews on it.

“What do you mean?” Seokjin plays dumb and he plays it well, thank you very much. All those years of acting classes coming in handy yet again.

“At the photoshoot. After- you shooed me away. I’m sorry,” Jungkook says and before Seokjin can speak, “You’ve been avoiding me, I’m not stupid.”

“Of course you’re not,” Seokjin affirms. “It’s fine, JK. I just- it was a little weird is all.”

“It won’t happen again,” Jungkook tells him, which is honestly the complete opposite of what Seokjin wants but is probably best for everyone. Jungkook turns to leave.

Before he can make it to the door, before Seokjin can be in the clear, his stupid mouth opens up and he hears himself asking, “Why did you do it?”

Jungkook freezes, his back to Seokjin now and Seokjin can see the tension in his shoulders as they creep up toward his ears.

“You have nice ankles,” Jungkook says quietly but clearly, huffing out a laugh after.

“What does that even mean?” Seokjin giggles and Jungkook shakes with amusement but still won’t look at Seokjin.

“I don’t know,” Jungkook admits, embarrassment evident in his voice even though he sounds happy. “All of you is nice.”


“I’d kiss all of you if you’d let me,” Jungkook says, all hints of joking evaporating into the air and Seokjin can’t breathe anymore. An invasive silence fills the room and Seokjin can feel his pulse thudding in his ears, his chest, his wrists.

Seokjin is the oldest, he feels like that comes with a certain level of responsibility, that he should know better, be able to curb his desires and stifle any indulgences. For the past six months he’s been plagued by the desire to press Jungkook up against any available surface and find out what he tastes like, to know what he sounds like when he comes, and it’s been a really trying six months.

And now Jungkook’s standing in his bedroom expressing his wish to put his lips to Seokjin’s skin and the temptation is beyond anything Seokjin could have prepared for.

Seokjin visibly starts when Jungkook suddenly turns to face him again looking simultaneously determined and terrified. “So tell me no and I’ll go.”

Seokjin opens his mouth to do just that but not a single sound comes out so he closes it again.

Apparently that’s all the encouragement Jungkook needs because he’s quick as he moves the few steps toward Seokjin, arms making their way around his waist to pull him closer while Jungkook crushes their lips together.

Seokjin knows he should push Jungkook away, put a stop to this at once, but Jungkook tastes like the peach soju he had at dinner and it’s intoxicating, even more so when he whimpers against Seokjin’s mouth and Seokjin mentally waves a white flag.

Seokjin spins them so he can push Jungkook down onto his bed and crawl on top of him, diving down to brutally kiss him. Jungkook’s fists clench handfuls of Seokjin’s shirt like he’s holding on for dear life but then they let go and grip Seokjin’s hips.

Any shyness Jungkook must have been feeling before has vanished and he holds Seokjin steady as he grinds up against him, half hard already, and Seokjin feels like a runaway train. He should stop, he really should, they need to talk about this.

Seokjin pulls away to say that, to be the voice of reason, but when he does Jungkook whines and Seokjin’s looking down at him, eyes closed, head tipped back with his throat bared, dusty pink blotching up his neck to his cheeks.

“JK,” Seokjin starts, only then realizing that he’s gulping for a proper breath.

“Hyung please,” Jungkook begs, eyes opening, a galaxy of stars twinkling back at Seokjin. “I want you so much.”

Seokjin’s heart leaps up his throat but he swallows it down. “It’s not that easy.”

Jungkook frowns. “It could be.”

“You know that’s not-”

“I’ll be so easy for you hyung,” Jungkook teases and it’s cheesy but it works wonders, endearing and sexy.

“I can’t just do this, whatever it is, with you and not consider how it might change things,” Seokjin explains softly as he cups Jungkook’s cheek.

Jungkook leans into the touch. “Maybe I want things to change,” he answers.


“Maybe I want to be more than what we are,” Jungkook interrupts.

“As much as I want this, I don’t think getting off is a good enough reason to risk-”

“It’s not just about getting off,” Jungkook cuts him off again. “It’s about how I feel,” he admits, cheeks flushing at the confession, and he looks away from Seokjin’s face.

“How you feel?” Seokjin repeats.

“About you, hyung. You can’t seriously not know,” Jungkook murmurs and for all his shyness he looks happy still as if finally getting it out in the open feels good.

Seokjin wants to feel good too, he wants to let the months of harbored affection and desire free but he’s scared of what that means not just for them but for the group too.

“I didn’t know,” Seokjin says at last because he truly didn’t.

Jungkook makes an annoyed sound and pouts, it’s cute and Seokjin wants to tug on his lower lip with his teeth to tease him. “You don’t feel that way.”

“Who said that? I didn’t say that!” Seokjin corrects him indignantly. “Am I not on top of you right now? Read the room!”

“I’m not talking about sex hyung, I’m talking about feelings,” Jungkook whines.

“Of course I have feelings for you,” Seokjin tells him exasperatedly.

Jungkook sighs heavily. “I mean love feelings, not just friend feelings.”

“Love feelings?” Seokjin echos and Jungkook wriggles under him like he’s trying to break free but Seokjin holds him in place.

“Don’t make fun of me,” Jungkook huffs.

“Who’s making fun?” Seokjin asks softly and he catches the hint of relief in Jungkook’s expression. “I would never make fun of you.”

“You do it all the time!” Jungkook exclaims.

“Maybe that’s how I flirt with you,” Seokjin points out. Jungkook rolls his eyes and despite their familiar bickering Seokjin can tell he’s still nervous.

And of course he loves Jungkook. Anyone who’s met Jungkook loves him (along with several million fans who haven’t met him) and Seokjin wouldn’t trust anyone who said otherwise. But the matter at hand is being in love with Jungkook.

Which of course he is.

“I can’t believe I’m in love with someone so oblivious,” Seokjin mutters.

Jungkook’s eyes open wide and he looks perturbed, feisty. Good. “You didn’t know how I felt!” he shouts.

“So we’re both idiots,” Seokjin confirms.

“You’re the bigger idiot,” Jungkook snaps without venom.

“If I agree can I kiss you again?” Seokjin asks with fake exasperation.

Jungkook answers by rolling them over and manhandling Seokjin where he wants him on the bed, then settling between his thighs and ducking down to press their lips together.

“Um, hello, I was going to kiss you?” Seokjin half shouts.

“Details,” Jungkook murmurs before crushing their mouths together again.

Pure adrenaline and excitement course through Seokjin, the feeling of being loved and wanted back practically sending him into the stratosphere. Jungkook’s an excellent kisser, forceful but not overly aggressive which Seokjin thought he might be with his unending desire to win at everything. He’s responsive and easily picks up on what Seokjin likes and the string of whimpers and gasps that slip out of him while they kiss is intoxicating.

Jungkook’s hips rock minutely against Seokjin’s, just enough to press them together over and over and the friction is enough to get Seokjin fully hard. Jungkook moves away from Seokjin’s lips to trail kisses down his jaw, under his ear, down his neck. Jungkook’s teeth graze the skin until he gets lower to the junction of Seokjin’s shoulder where he bites down, sucking hard.

Seokjin moans, hands reaching to cup Jungkook’s ass and grind up against him. Jungkook seems focused though, nipping at Seokjin’s collar bones before licking a wide stripe up his throat.

“Take your shirt off,” he orders Seokjin, who would normally have a snappy retort of indignance right about now but Jungkook’s commanding tone buzzes under his skin and he sits up to pull his top off. Jungkook places his hand in the middle of Seokjin’s chest and pushes him back onto the bed, wasting no time before lowering down again to tongue at Seokjin’s nipple.

Seokjin’s back arches off the mattress into the contact and Jungkook slides his arm underneath to keep it bowed like that, to give him better access as he flicks his tongue before kissing his way across Seokjin’s pecs to the other nipple, giving it the same attention.

Jungkook’s other hand tangles in Seokjin’s hair, not pulling but firm like he wants to remind Seokjin who’s in charge right now. Seokjin can feel Jungkook’s cock pressing against his thigh but he doesn’t seem like he’s chasing his own pleasure for now.

He moves back up Seokjin’s chest, lips brushing over his shoulders and down his arm and he bites into the flesh of Seokjin’s bicep briefly before kissing his way down to the inside of his wrist.

It’s a lot of attention, more than Seokjin’s had in awhile. It’s been ages since he’s been with anybody anyway and then it’s usually a rushed hookup, but Jungkook’s clearly in no hurry here, taking his time mapping out every centimeter of Seokjin’s skin with his mouth, leaving a trail of bruises in his wake.

Jungkook skips from one arm to the other, leaving no spot unattended, and when he’s seemingly satisfied there he rakes his teeth over Seokjin’s navel, biting down lightly on his sides. It should tickle, it normally would, but that’s not exactly how Seokjin would describe it.

Jungkook traces the lines of Seokjin’s hip bones with his lips and tongue and Seokjin feels the sticky wetness collecting in his underwear as he leaks precum. His hand comes to rest at the back of Jungkook’s head, not insistent but steadying.

Jungkook looks up at him, lips wine red from use. “Can I take your pants off?”

“I’m surprised you’re bothering to ask since you pretty much demanded I take my shirt off,” Seokjin teases sulkily. Jungkook dips his head down and covers Seokjin’s cock through his clothes, breathing hot air over the tip and Seokjin practically convulses.

“Yes or no hyung?’ he asks again impishly.

“You win, whatever you want,” Seokjin manages, feeling winded.

Jungkook carefully eases the elastic of Seokjin’s sweatpants over his erection and down off his hips, moving to pull them free of his legs before turning back to him. He scoops one of Seokjin’s feet into his hand and pulls his leg up, massaging his insole before placing a tender kiss on the inside of his ankle just like he had at the photoshoot.

Seokjin has to remind himself to breathe, in and out, or he might actually faint. Jungkook works his way up to the crook of Seokjin’s knee, inside his thigh to where his boxer briefs hug his leg, then repeats the same treatment to his other side.

“JK,” Seokjin manages, not really sure what he’s going to say but feeling overwhelmed to the point of needing to say something.

“All of you is nice, hyung,” Jungkook repeats from earlier, his hands skimming up the outside of Seokjin’s hips as he lowers himself back down so they’re chest to chest, so he can capture Seokjin’s lips again.

Seokjin feels like he should be doing something, anything, but Jungkook simply pulls away again and hooks his fingers in the waistband of Seokjin’s underwear. He doesn’t ask, merely makes eye contact and raises an eyebrow and any witty comment Seokjin might make is missing in action as he nods eagerly.

Jungkook smiles, nose scrunching, then he carefully rids Seokjin of the rest of his clothing, the last barrier. Jungkook lays flat on his belly between Seokjin’s legs so he can kiss the sensitive insides of his thighs, the crease of his hips, his fingers digging into the skin of Seokjin’s ass.

Jungkook nuzzles into his crotch which Seokjin thinks should be weird but seems oddly affectionate and he doesn’t have time to linger on that anyway before Jungkook mouths his balls. Seokjin grips handfuls of the blanket he’s laying on, his whole body going tense from the contact. He watches as Jungkook drags his tongue slowly and obscenely up the length of his cock, as he purposefully laps away the bead of precum, then licks his lips.

Seokjin visibly shudders and Jungkook covers one of his fists with his hand soothingly, rubbing his fingers over the clenched skin. Seokjin relaxes minisculely, realizing how much the tension is pulling him taut like a bow string.

“Hyungie, I want to suck your dick,” Jungkook says thoughtfully and Seokjin thinks he might pass out but he pulls himself together.

“Do you need a written invitation?” he jokes but Jungkook’s not taking the bait because he has bigger fish to fry.

“I’m going to suck your dick but you can’t come because I want you to fuck me.”

“Um, okay?” Seokjin is reeling, absolutely feeling out of his mind. Maybe it’s an elaborate prank and Jungkook will say he’s just kidding about all of it and leave Seokjin like this while he has a good laugh about it with the others.

“Promise me you won’t come,” Jungkook presses earnestly, dragging Seokjin from his thoughts as he stares up at him.

“Maybe we should just skip to the fucking part then because I don’t know if I can-”

“But I want to. I want you in my mouth,” Jungkook protests. Seokjin’s sure he could make a logical point about them being able to do this more than once - fuck, he hopes they get to do this more than once - and how they can do one now and the other later. But Jungkook’s pleading doe eyes put him right where Jungkook wants him.

There’s a part of Seokjin that still thinks this is too good to be true and it’s just a matter of time before reality comes crashing in. But then there’s the other part that would like to point out he already tasted you so he tries to take it on good faith.

“Okay,” he agrees. “I’ll try not to disappoint you,” Seokjin laughs nervously.

“You could never disappoint me hyung.”

“I guess we’ll see,” Seokjin says, trying not to worry about embarrassing himself.

Jungkook chews his lower lip for a second as if coming up with a strategy which is equal parts exciting and terrifying, then he settles down between Seokjin’s thighs.

“Wait!” Seokjin stops him as his hand reaches out toward him. Jungkook quirks an eyebrow. “Can you take your clothes off?”

Jungkook looks pleased to be asked and wastes no time standing at the foot of the bed. He holds eye contact with Seokjin as he grips the hem of his hoodie and tugs it over his head, ruffling his hair. He’s not wearing a shirt underneath which Seokjin was not at all prepared for, so he can’t help but stare at the lines of Jungkook’s muscles.

“All of it?” Jungkook asks and Seokjin nods, watching as Jungkook tucks his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, as he eases them and his underwear off. He’s hard which makes Seokjin’s brain temporarily short circuit, because he’s still trying to get his head around the fact that Jeon Jungkook wants to sleep with him.

“You could have anybody,” Seokjin accidentally says out loud and it makes Jungkook frown.

“Hyung,” he starts. “Why would I want anyone else? You’re… it for me.”


Jungkook’s annoyed sigh cuts him off. “I mean that you’re all I want. The only one I want. Why don’t you get that?”

“I think I’m starting to,” Seokjin tells him fondly, but then something wicked flickers across Jungkook’s face.

“Let me show you,” he murmurs as he gets back into position between Seokjin’s thighs. “Remember your promise.”

“I’ll stop you when I get close,” Seokjin confirms, trying to swallow down the nerves that threaten to choke him.

Jungkook pets his hands up Seokjin’s thighs, the skin on skin alone making Seokjin tremble as Jungkook positions himself. “You wouldn’t believe how much I’ve been thinking about this,” he admits shyly, his thumb rubbing over the line of Seokjin’s hipbone.

“Oh I think I can,” Seokjin replies, voice shaky, and Jungkook laughs.

“This is happening,” Jungkook says and when Seokjin meets his eyes the pure amount of affection he sees makes his heart melt.

“It’s crazy how much I love you,” Seokjin admits. If Jungkook called this whole thing off right now, if he just wanted to cuddle, or if he decided he wasn’t sure about anything at all, Seokjin still knows he’d be utterly enamoured with him.

“Hyung you’re making this so emotional, it’s supposed to be sexy,” Jungkook teases.

“Can’t it be both?” Seokjin suggests, and he’s kidding but as Jungkook wets his lips and leans in he feels like he’s plunging headfirst into the deep end.

Jungkook’s mouth is warm and wet, his tongue skating along Seokjin’s skin and it’s so soft, it feels so good. Seokjin has always liked blowjobs, something about being taken care of, being wanted like that. After he joined BigHit and became a part of BTS he’s been the oldest hyung and he’s tried his best, he honestly thinks he’s done a pretty good job. But no one really takes care of him anymore and maybe it’s stupid but something like this, something intimate and aimed to please him makes him feel loved.

Jungkook licks over his skin, obviously clocking his reactions and trying harder to do what it seems like Seokjin wants. The last blowjob he got was in a hotel room after a show and it was enthusiastic as fuck but definitely an attempt to impress rather than actually please. The thought was that the sooner he came, the better the experience was.

This is nothing like that, this is slow and unhurried and Seokjin doesn’t want to project but it seems like Jungkook isn’t just doing this to get Seokjin off, but because he wants to. He wants to have Seokjin’s dick in his mouth, and enjoys the feeling of being full maybe. Jungkook moans around him and the sensation shakes up Seokjin’s spine, making him gasp.

“It’s so good, fuck, you’re so good,” Seokjin tells him because it is fucking good but also because he knows Jungkook, knows how much he thrives on being told he’s doing well but more than that he wants to know he’s making someone happy.

Jungkook picks up the pace a little but not much, still taking his time as he discovers Seokjin’s trigger points. Seokjin tries not to feel greedy - he’s more of a giver in bed, doesn’t focus on himself or what he needs as much so it feels strange to just accept pleasure. Jungkook eases down, taking Seokjin so deep his cock bumps the back of Jungkook’s throat and he swallows around the head.

Seokjin’s trying to be quiet, something he’s gotten good at after years of living with six other people, learning to muffle moans, choke back cries, but he whimpers loudly as Jungkook hollows his cheeks.

He pulls off, moving to kiss over Seokjin’s length as his hand squeezes the base lightly, slowly moving up and down. Seokjin can feel the flick of Jungkook’s tongue against his crown, then the long drag of it over the head.

“You have an amazing cock,” Jungkook says, voice low, and something about his tone sends a jolt through Seokjin. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”

Seokjin’s dick twitches in Jungkook’s grip, precum sliding from the tip and Jungkook laps at it. He wonders if Jungkook’s been fucked before since it’s clear he’s sucked cock, no one’s this good on their first try, not even Jungkook.

The heat of Jungkook’s mouth envelops him again, the soft slide of his tongue, the plush of his lips sinking lower again and Seokjin shakes from it. Jungkook slides his spit slick fist up at the same time as his mouth, the friction lighting Seokjin’s nerves on fire. He starts to steadily bob his head like that, tongue swirling all the while and Seokjin grabs the blanket under him so tightly his hands hurt.

“Fuck, okay, stop, you- stop I’m getting close,” he grits out, panting. Jungkook dips back down again and swallows and Seokjin has to reach down and tug on his hair. “I’m not kidding. If you want to get fucked you have to stop.”

Jungkook pulls off with an obscene pop, smirking up at Seokjin with bright red lips. “Was it good hyung?” he asks in a way that says he very much knows it was.

“You are such a brat, I should have just come,” Seokjin hits back, squeezing the tip of his dick to try to calm himself down.

“You can relax for a little bit,” Jungkook tells him and Seokjin sighs with relief. “Do you have lube?”

“Yeah? In the drawer,” he gestures, placing his hands on his chest, feeling his heart galloping beneath his ribs. He closes his eyes and hears Jungkook search through the bedside table for the lube, then feels the mattress shift when he climbs back on the bed. The snap of the bottle cap pops his eyes open. “I thought you said I could relax?”

Jungkook’s kneeling on the bed in front of him, grinning, then he drizzles lube over his fingers and tosses the bottle aside. “You can,” he affirms, his hand disappearing behind him then his mouth dropping open.

“Fuck, are you-”

“Yeah,” Jungkook answers breathlessly, his shoulder flexing as he touches himself. Arousal swells inside Seokjin at the image of that, and he wants to see.

“Do you want me to?” Seokjin offers, mouth suddenly dry.

“You rest, I can do this,” Jungkook insists.

“I’m not 90 you know, I can handle a bit more than-” Seokjin starts to grumble.

“You want to watch?” Jungkook suggests and Seokjin nods so hard he gets dizzy. Jungkook whines, probably from pulling his fingers free, and he shifts so he’s on his belly facing away from Seokjin, his thick thighs spread wide.

Seokjin watches intently as Jungkook rubs the pad of one finger against himself then slides it inside, working it in and out swiftly while we subtly rocks against the mattress. Seokjin sits up a little more, right as Jungkook presses a second digit inside, whimpering and kicking his hips back.

“Does it feel good, JK?” Seokjin wants to know, barely recognizing his own voice as it’s so low, so husky.

“Yeah,” Jungkook moans, head dropping against the bed as he fucks himself open. Seokjin moves so he’s kneeling between Jungkook’s legs and runs his hands up his calves, dragging his fingernails in the creases of his knees, over the backs of his thighs, then palming his cheeks. Jungkook swears and Seokjin can tell he’s curling his fingers, looking for that spike of pleasure.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help?” Seokjin asks but Jungkook shakes his head.

“More lube,” is all he requests and Seokjin finds the bottle, pours some over Jungkook’s fingers, his rim. Jungkook gasps at the feeling and Seokjin can see him clench down on himself right before he adds a third finger.

The moan that rips out of him is pornographic and it makes Seokjin’s dick throb. “Fuck, Jungkook-ah…”

“Can’t wait until you’re filling me up, I want you so much,” Jungkook sighs, thrusting roughly into himself. He seems desperate, just as much as Seokjin is. Seokjin keeps brushing his palms over Jungkook’s skin all the while trying to keep calm so he doesn’t come immediately once they start.

“I’m ready, I’m ready,” Jungkook manages and he eases his fingers out, Seokjin watching the ring of muscle clench around nothing as he draws his hand away.

“Okay. Can you roll over? I want to see you,” Seokjin urges and Jungkook does, exposing his leaking cock, precum smeared all over the sheets. “I’ll get a condom-”

“Hyungie, wait,” Jungkook stops him, catching him by the wrist. “Do we have to?”


“I haven’t been with anyone in like a year,” Jungkook admits quietly. “I got tested after, I’m good.”

Seokjin feels torn because in a way he thinks he should push the issue just as part of his job as eldest hyung, but then he also knows that he’s clean, that they could do this if they wanted to.

His hesitation makes Jungkook squirm. “I’m sorry, we can do whatever you’re comfortable with,” he amends. “I just thought it would feel nice.”

“It would, definitely,” Seokjin stalls while he tries to figure out the right thing to do.

Jungkook is shy when he adds, “Want you to feel it when you come.” Seokjin groans, dropping his head down. “I’m sorry, we don’t have to-”

“But I want to,” Seokjin admits. “We could, I’m clean. I just don’t want to set a precedent and have you thinking you can do this safely, you need to make sure your other partners-”

“What are you talking about?” Jungkook interrupts. “Other partners?”

“Like then next time you get laid.”

“Hyung, have you not been listening to me at all?” Jungkook huffs, frustrated. Before Seokjin can respond he continues. “I only want you. There’s no partners, plural. There’s just one person for me, and it’s you.”

Seokjin feels his cheeks heat, his ears burning. “How can you go from saying such filthy things to something so romantic?”

“I’m a complex individual,” Jungkook deadpans. “Will you please- hyung I need you. Please.”

Seokjin crawls between his legs, dipping down to kiss him hard and hungry, overwhelmed by how much he wants this. Their dicks drag together and Jungkook moans, gripping Seokjin’s hips and rocking up for more friction. Seokjin blindly searches for the lube again, unwilling to stop kissing Jungkook, and he finally finds it folded into the blanket.

He has to pull away to slick himself but then shifts again so they’re chest to chest, and he wedges a hand between them to grip his cock. “Ready?” Jungkook nods, teeth sinking into his lower lip, and Seokjin rubs over Jungkook’s opening a few times before pushing in.

Jungkook tenses so Seokjin waits, brings a hand up to pet through his hair, presses soft kisses to his neck. “Sorry,” Jungkook manages.

“It’s okay, JK. There’s no rush,” Seokjin assures him.

“I’ve just never done this with a person,” Jungkook reveals, wide eyes locked on Seokjin’s face.


“I should have told you-”

“Shh, it’s all fine,” Seokjin soothes. He’s not panicked or weirded out about being Jungkook’s first time like this, flattered more than anything if he had to label it. And even that seems strange to say. He wants to make sure this is good, like earth shattering good for Jungkook, so they wait. “What did you think of the movie?”

“What?” Jungkook asks, disoriented.

“The movie tonight, what did you think?”

“You’re asking me about this now?” Jungkook demands, incredulous.

“What, we can’t talk while we wait?” Seokjin teases, and Jungkook relaxes a little.

“I thought it was boring,” Jungkook says plainly as he shifts, taking Seokjin deeper, his breath hitching.

“I was too distracted to watch it I think,” Seokjin shares.

“Why were you distracted?”

“Because you’re a menace,” Seokjin tells him, pulling out just barely and then pushing back in.

“What did I do?” Jungkook asks, offended.

“You were touching my foot!” Seokjin almost shouts.


“After you- two days ago you kissed my ankle!”

“Yeah and like ten minutes ago I sucked your dick!” Jungkook points out.

Seokjin breaks first, near delirious giggles erupting from his chest and Jungkook can’t stop himself from joining in.

“Hyung,” Jungkook says once he can speak again. “Move.”

It should be weird maybe, shifting from their typical back and forth levity to this, but Seokjin pins Jungkook in place and thrusts deeper. Jungkook gasps, arms wrapping around Seokjin’s shoulders, hips lifting to meet him.

“You feel really good,” Seokjin murmurs before kissing Jungkook again. He eases into a gentle rhythm, still letting Jungkook adjust and attempting to keep himself level for now. It would be so easy to rush, to race to release, but Seokjin wants to take his time and more than anything wants Jungkook to enjoy it. “Doing okay?”

Jungkook lets out a breathy, “Yeah,” and curls his spine, urging Seokjin to go deeper. Seokjin hooks his elbow in the junction of one of Jungkook’s knees to hitch his leg up. “It’s a lot.”

“I know, you’re doing so well. If you want me to stop at all you just tell me, yeah?” Seokjin says, resting his forehead on Jungkook’s.

“Don’t,” Jungkook warns.

“I won’t unless you say so,” Seokjin confirms, grinding against Jungkook’s pelvis.

“I need you,” Jungkook whines.

“I’m right here, okay? Tell me what you want,” Seokjin tries to soothe him. He’s overwhelmed, Seokjin can tell, and he needs to make sure they keep talking so he knows the limits, knows what to do.

“More,” Jungkook requests simply and it’s not a lot to go on but Seokjin’s decides to trust his instincts for now.

He starts to thrust harder, allowing the drag of in and out to be more intense, pulling almost all the way out before sinking in again, snapping his hips when they’re bodies are almost flush. With his elbow still hooked in Jungkook’s knee he adjusts his hips, trying to press against his prostate.

It takes a few tries before Jungkook sucks in a harsh breath. “There, hyung, theretherethere,” he chants, body clenching down at the stimulation and Seokjin has to work hard to keep from tipping over the edge. The sound of Jungkook’s gasps, the look of pleasure on his face, his body reacting so intensely making Seokjin ache.

Seokjin manages to keep going, pace even but relentless and Jungkook’s fingers are digging into his shoulders. Seokjin can’t look away from him, the red flush that blooms over his chest, up his neck, into his cheeks.

Jungkook’s eyes suddenly snap open, looking almost frantic. “Hyung, can I come? I want to come, oh my god,” he moans.

“Fuck yes you can,” Seokjin grits out, using every bit of restraint he has not to bury himself and spill inside Jungkook just from hearing his desperation.

Jungkook reaches down to touch himself, hand shaking as it wraps around his cock and pulls. His ability to keep a rhythm is shot and his pace is breakneck and it only takes a few strokes before he’s shooting over his fist, painting his chest.

“Holy fuck,” Seokjin swears as he works Jungkook through it, teetering right on the edge of release.

“Come on hyungie, please,” Jungkook whimpers, hands skating down Seokjin’s back to his ass, pulling them tight together. “I want it.”

It crashes down on him, wave after wave of pleasure as he pulses inside Jungkook, barely hitching his hips forward. Seokjin collapses on top of him, sweat and come wet between them but he doesn’t care right now.

Seokjin’s ears are ringing and he sucks in ragged breaths as he let’s go of Jungkook’s leg and pets a clumsy hand over his thigh. “Okay, Jungkookie?” he manages.

It takes a second or two for Jungkook to answer and somehow Seokjin manages to pack an entire lifetime of worry and panic into those brief moments. He’s about to pull away, to try to fix it if he can, but then Jungkook says, “Everything is perfect.”

Seokjin chuckles with relief, tucking his face into Jungkook’s neck. He eases off of Jungkook who makes a disgruntled noise, either at being empty or the fact that Seokjin accidentally plants his elbow in his ribs. “Scared me for a minute.”

“Worried about your performance hyung?” Jungkook teases through a yawn.

“Yah, you little shit, I can’t believe-”


“-the disrespect-”

“-best sex of my life,” Jungkook finishes, eyes closing sleepily.

“Well you don’t have to make a big deal out of it,” Seokjin grumbles, ears burning.

Jungkook gets up suddenly, startling the hell out of Seokjin in the process, and disappears into the ensuite bathroom. Seokjin hears the shower turn on, twists his head to see a billow of steam roll into the bedroom. “Come shower with me,” Jungkook requests softly, leaning against the door frame. He looks stunning even though his hair is flattened and sticking up all at once, hickeys starting to make themselves known on his collarbones, even though Seokjin can’t remember putting them there.

Seokjin can’t say no, wouldn’t anyway even if he had it in him to deny Jungkook anything. Jungkook washes Seokjin’s hair, lathers him with soap, all gentle touches that squeeze Seokjin’s heart tightly. Seokjin gives Jungkook the same treatment, then lets his lips roam, licks the rivulets of water that stream down over his skin, and ends up jerking Jungkook off after he gets too worked up.

Seokjin changes the sheets while Jungkook blows dry his hair and puts on the pajamas Seokjin offers. It feels awkward suddenly, the intimacy of the shower spray gone. Jungkook scoops up his clothes and hovers near the door.

“I should- it’s late,” Jungkook says and Seokjin nods even though he’s not sure why because he knows what Jungkook’s implying but Seokjin doesn’t want him to leave.

But he doesn’t want to smother him either, or make him think he owes Seokjin a post fuck cuddle or anything. So he nods.

“Goodnight, hyung,” Jungkook murmurs, narrowing his eyes for a second and biting his lower lip. It makes Seokjin squirm and he shifts his feet under Jungkook’s gaze. Jungkook nods and then opens the door, shutting it behind him a little more forcefully than probably necessary.

Seokjin curses himself under his breath - he could have said something, offered and given Jungkook the option to stay if he wanted to. He only hesitates for a brief moment then rounds the bed, headed for Jungkook’s room.

Before he can even get to the door it bursts open and Jungkook throws his dirty clothes back on the floor. “I can’t believe you!” he shouts.

“Me? You just threw your filthy clothes on my floor!” Seokjin yells back.

“You were going to let me go! Really!” Jungkook huffs, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I was just on my way to come get you, actually,” Seokjin admits, still heated but it tapers off as he goes.

“Oh,” Jungkook says. “Well, what were you going to say when you found me?”

Seokjin closes the space between them, cupping Jungkook’s cheek. “Don’t go.”

“Good start but I had already left,” Jungkook responds, seemingly unimpressed.

“I love you,” Seokjin adds, bringing his other hand up to Jungkook’s face.

“And?” Jungkook presses as he tries to hide his smirk.

“Jungkookie I missed you I can’t live without you please don’t ever leave my side again!” Seokjin exclaims, squishing Jungkook’s cheeks and popping his lips out.

“Stop!” Jungkook protests, laughing. He grabs Seokjin’s wrists to pull his hands away and holds them behind Seokjin’s back.

“Kinky,” Seokjin purrs, making Jungkook roll his eyes. He presses his lips softly to Seokjin’s, dropping his arms and instead wrapping himself around him.

“Stay the night,” Seokjin says seriously when they break apart.


“Don’t make me regret it. Get under the covers,” Seokjin deadpans and Jungkook happily crawls into Seokjin’s bed and snuggles under the blanket. The second Seokjin joins him Jungkook throws an arm and leg over him, dragging him close so they’re pressed against each other. “Clingy after sex, huh?” Jungkook starts to pull away but Seokjin grabs a hold of him before he can get too far. “Didn’t say it was a bad thing.”

“I won’t, you know,” Jungkook mumbles against Seokjin’s collar bone.

“Won’t what?” Seokjin asks, stretching to turn off the light.

“Make you regret it,” Jungkook explains quietly. “Any of it.”

“JK…” Seokjin starts, feeling weirdly emotional suddenly, and he slides down the mattress so they’re eye to eye. “I know that.” He cups Jungkook’s jaw and presses a soft kiss to his lips.

“If you change your mind-”

“Not going to happen,” Seokjin interrupts. “There are a lot of things in life I’m still trying to get a handle on, to figure out what I want, but I’m sure of this. I’m sure of you.”

Jungkook makes an adorable noise that Seokjin can’t begin to classify but something that is so uniquely Jungkook. “Love you, hyung.”

“Love you too, JK. Now, let hyung get his beauty sleep,” Seokjin says, smacking a wet kiss on Jungkook's forehead.

“But you’re already the most handsome man in the world,” Jungkook teases, cuddling back into Seokjin’s neck.

“Good boy.”