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i came to win (and i won)

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Of course, Jungkook loves being home in the dorms, able to sneak into his hyung’s room whenever he wants, with no one even giving him a second glance when he says hyung’s bed is better.

But there’s something to be said for the thrill of being on tour, for eyes meeting when room assignments are made, secret knocks and exchanging of extra keys, sneaking into hyung’s room only when no eyes are watching.

Tonight, Jungkook is hopped up on post-concert adrenaline, practically skipping down the hotel hallway. He thinks about going on VLive, gets as far as standing in his own hotel room when he gets a notification that Hoseok is live instead. He contemplates joining Hoseok’s live but nixes that in favor of finding Jimin or Taehyung and maybe wreaking a little havoc.

He’s halfway to Jimin’s room when he realizes that there’s obviously somewhere else he’d rather be, someone else he’d rather be annoying.

He uses his extra key to quietly let himself into a hotel room that is decidedly not his.


“Yeah, hyung, it’s me,” Jungkook says, rounding the corner of the entryway to see Seokjin sprawled out on his bed, scrolling through his phone. He drops it to his chest when he catches Jungkook’s eye and grins.

“Took you long enough,” he says, and Jungkook rolls his eyes and clambers onto the bed and Seokjin, Jungkook’s knees bracketing his hips. He very deliberately picks Seokjin’s phone up and drops it onto the bedside table, eyes never leaving Seokjin’s. He’s got that look on his face, the one where Jungkook can tell he’s fond but trying to hide it. Jungkook leans down and pauses with his face hovering over Seokjin’s, close enough for their breath to mingle but not touching.

Brat,” Seokjin groans, putting his hand behind Jungkook’s neck to yank him down and kiss him. Jungkook is giggling too much for it to be good at all; Seokjin gives up on trying to kiss him pretty quickly and instead starts biting his lip and nipping at his neck. This does absolutely nothing to stop Jungkook’s giggling.

Seokjin sighs, loud and put upon, and Jungkook moves enough to giggle into his neck, and then Seokjin’s laughing, too. He tickles Jungkook’s sides and Jungkook squeals and squirms, tries to get away from the attack but Seokjin’s holding on too tight, so when Jungkook falls onto the bed next to Seokjin he just pulls Seokjin on top of him, both of them laughing loud and obnoxious.

“No tickling,” Jungkook says. He’s trying to scold, but he’s breathless and still smiling, so it doesn’t really have the effect he wants it to.

“You love it,” Seokjin says, grinning, and he leans down and kisses Jungkook’s neck, his collarbone, the open v of his shirt. His hands are still on Jungkook’s sides but now they’re working their way up under his shirt, hot on his skin. Seokjin sucks softly at the skin under Jungkook’s jaw, not enough to leave a mark, just enough to drive him crazy.

“Hyung,” Jungkook says, voice coming out in a whine.

Seokjin shushes him. “Walls are thin, baby,” he says, pulling away enough to look Jungkook in the eyes. Jungkook nods, bites his lip as if to keep his noises in, even though they were just ten times louder when they were laughing. This is part of it, though, part of what Jungkook loves about fooling around with Seokjin, the secrecy of it.

Seokjin kisses him, hard. Jungkook licks at the seam of his lips, asking to be let in. Seokjin does, but for only a minute before he pulls away to get Jungkook’s shirt off. He almost immediately takes one of Jungkook’s nipples into his mouth, licking and biting and sucking until Jungkook is a squirming mess under him, bottom lip bright red from how he’s biting it in a futile attempt to keep quiet.

“So pretty like this,” Seokjin murmurs before sloppily kissing Jungkook. Jungkook whines into his mouth, one hand on Seokjin’s face, thumb on his cheek, the other hand wrapped around his back, pulling him down into Jungkook. Seokjin keeps his hips angled away from Jungkook, teasing him.

“Don’t be a dick,” Jungkook gasps, tearing his mouth away from Seokjin and trying to angle his hips up toward Seokjin. Seokjin tsks at him.

“Be good for hyung,” he scolds, nipping at Jungkook’s swollen lip. Jungkook whines.

“Just want you to touch me,” he says, pouting.

“Patience, baby,” Seokjin says, kissing the pout away. “We’ve got all night.”

Jungkook sighs happily, buries his hand in Seokjin’s hair and starts to lose himself in the feeling of their mouths on each other.

Which is, of course, when there’s a knock on the door.

Both of them pause.


“Shit,” Jungkook mutters, and he rolls out from under Seokjin and off the bed onto the floor.

“What are you doing?” Seokjin whispers harshly, leaning over the bed to look at him.

“I panicked!” Jungkook says in a stage whisper, hands up. Seokjin makes that face that means he’s trying not to laugh, but when there’s another knock on the door he sobers up real quick.

“Are you busy?” Namjoon asks through the door. “I can come back.”

“Just a minute!” Seokjin calls and it’s Jungkook’s turn to give him a look.

“What are you doing?” he asks, and Seokjin shakes his head, eyes wide.

“I panicked!” he repeats to Jungkook, and then he leans down to the floor to kiss him before dropping the blanket from the bed on him, effectively covering him up. “Shhhhhhh,” he hisses, and it takes everything in Jungkook not to giggle.

The door opens but no one comes in, so Jungkook imagines Seokjin leaning against it, keeping Namjoon out in the hall.

“What’s up, Joon-ah?” he asks, casual. Almost too casual.

“I was trying to do some work and then I got stuck in my head and now I can’t do anything.” Namjoon sounds frustrated. Jungkook fidgets under the blanket, wanting to help somehow, though he doesn’t know what he would do.

There’s a short pause where Jungkook imagines Seokjin glaring at him for moving, and then, like nothing happened, he says, “Yah, you just worked for three hours! Take a break for once!”

“Is someone here? Is that why you didn’t answer the door at first?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Namjoon-ah. I was just in the bathroom when you knocked.”

“Really? Because now that I think about it, I think I heard Jungkook laughing in here earlier.”

Jungkook, though he hasn’t moved since his first fidget, feels his whole body freeze.

“We were on the phone, on speaker, and then I hung up on him because I had to take a shit,” Seokjin says, smoothly and matter of fact. “Any other questions, leader-nim?”

“So if I go to Jungkook’s room right now, he’ll be there?”

Seokjin snorts. “You know how he gets after concerts, he’s probably trying to bug the other maknaes into getting into mischief.”

Hey, Jungkook thinks defensively, although it is true. The whole Seokjin thing just means he’s usually getting into mischief with him instead of anyone else now.

Namjoon hums thoughtfully, which Jungkook knows means he thinks Seokjin is right but doesn’t want to admit. “Okay, well. What are you doing now? Can I join?”

Seokjin hesitates. “I -- I’m feeling a little under the weather, I was going to go to sleep soon.”

“Oh,” Namjoon says, disappointed. “I hope you feel better, hyung.”

“I think Hobi was live,” Seokjin says quickly. “Maybe you should go see if he still is? Talking to Army should get you out of your head.”

“That’s a good idea,” Namjoon says. “I’ll go try that. Thanks, hyung.”

“Take it easy, Joon-ah,” Seokjin says, and then the door clicks shut. Before Jungkook’s even had a chance to kick the blanket off himself, Seokjin jumps on top of him.

Oof!” Jungkook yells. Seokjin whips the blanket off his face and shushes him.

“We just had a close call, dummy,” he says, but he’s talking at his normal volume, which is too loud for secrecy. He wiggles around until he’s managed to straddle Jungkook and then he pushes the blanket down just enough to tweak a nipple.

“Hyuuuuung,” Jungkook whines. He tries to pull his arms out to get his hands on Seokjin, but they’re trapped in the blanket and Seokjin isn’t letting him move.

“I said,” he hisses, leaning low to get into Jungkook’s face, “be good for hyung.” He bites Jungkook’s lip, hard. Jungkook feels it in his cock, directly under Seokjin, and can’t help but buck his hips up. Seokjin trails his mouth along Jungkook’s cheek before taking his earlobe between his teeth.

“I’ll be good,” Jungkook gasps. “I promise.”

Seokjin sits back up, towering over Jungkook. He’s got a smirk on his face, and Jungkook knows that Seokjin can feel him getting harder. Slowly, achingly slowly, he starts unbuttoning his shirt, eyes never leaving Jungkook’s. When he gets to the bottom, instead of taking it off, he just lets it hang on his frame, one tantalizing strip of skin showing, and rolls his hips instead, rubbing his ass against Jungkook’s cock.

Jungkook whimpers.

Seokjin leans down to kiss him again. Jungkook feels dazed, desperate, but all he can do is kiss Seokjin back, letting Seokjin control the pace and intensity of their kiss, Jungkook’s arms still by his sides under the blanket.

“What a good boy,” Seokjin whispers, breath fanning over Jungkook’s cheek. Jungkook can feel himself flushing and getting harder, blood rushing in two directions at once. Seokjin cocks one eyebrow and moves himself enough that he can reach down and grip Jungkook in his hand.

Jungkook moans, loud.

Seokjin squeezes, making Jungkook gasp, and then leans down to kiss him, slow and sweet. “I said be quiet, baby. Don’t want anyone else to hear the pretty little noises you make for hyung.”

“Just for you,” Jungkook says. Seokjin’s shirt fell more open when he leaned over and now Jungkook can see his entire chest. “Wanna -- wanna touch you,” he says, and Seokjin smiles, kisses him again, and -- gets off of him. Jungkook whines; that’s the exact opposite of what he wants.

“I’m just getting the lube,” Seokjin says, amused. “Be a good boy and take the rest of your clothes off, okay?”

Jungkook scrambles to obey, and by the time a now-shirtless Seokjin has retrieved the lube from his suitcase, Jungkook is naked on the bed, waiting for him.

“Uh-uh,” Seokjin says, shaking his head. “I’m not sleeping on a wet spot. Back on the floor.”

“You can just sleep in my room,” Jungkook says, not wanting to move.

“Just let me ride you on the floor, huh, JK?” Seokjin says. Jungkook is a little worried he’s mad, but he still sounds faintly amused, so Jungkook does as he’s told, rearranging himself on the blanket on the floor next to the bed, pulling a pillow down there with him. Seokjin tosses the lube at Jungkook’s chest and takes his own pants off -- not quite as fast as Jungkook, but definitely not as breathtakingly slow as he unbuttoned his shirt. Jungkook absentmindedly rolls the small bottle of lube between his hands, trying to warm it up, as he watches Seokjin undress and come closer to him, eyes dark and face beautiful.

Seokjin straddles Jungkook’s hips again, this time pressing skin against skin, and he catches Jungkook’s hands in one of his own, making him stop.

“Do you want to open me up?” he asks, matter of fact, and Jungkook can’t do anything but nod. Seokjin nods back, once, and rearranges the pillow under Jungkook’s head to prop him up a little bit more. He plucks the bottle of lube from Jungkook’s hands -- a bottle that Jungkook now realizes is one they bought at the beginning of the tour, together, and is more than half empty -- and pops open the cap, gesturing for Jungkook to hold his hands out. He does, and Seokjin drizzles some lube for him and sets the bottle aside before going up onto his knees, one hand braced on Jungkook’s shoulder.

Jungkook angles himself up enough to kiss Seokjin as he reaches back and massages his rim, getting his tongue into Seokjin’s mouth at the same time as his first finger dips in Seokjin’s ass up to the first knuckle.

Seokjin gasps, lightly, into Jungkook’s mouth. Jungkook sucks on his tongue and concentrates on working him open, slowly. He takes his time, mainly concentrating on Seokjin’s mouth on his, working up to getting three fingers into him. He gets Seokjin to moan, scissors his fingers in Seokjin and presses the little bundle of nerves that gets Seokjin to break away from their kiss, gasping, Seokjin’s cock twitching in the space between their bodies. Jungkook whines, just a little bit, until Seokjin rolls his eyes and takes Jungkook’s face in both hands and kisses him again, and that’s when Jungkook slowly pulls out his fingers, leaving just one hooked around Seokjin’s rim while he focuses on kissing him.

Seokjin bites his lip and it feels like it’s hard enough to bleed.

“Ow!” Jungkook shouts. Seokjin is glaring at him.

“If you don’t put your dick in me right this second Jeon Jungkook!”

Jungkook grins. “Didn’t know you were so desperate, hyung.”

“I guess I’ll just go finish this up myself,” Seokjin says, making a big deal about trying to move off of Jungkook. Jungkook grips Seokjin’s thighs, keeping him where he is.

“Noooooo, no, hyung, please don’t go, please let me fuck you,” Jungkook begs.

“Only good boys get to fuck me,” Seokjin says, haughty, but he’s stopped trying to leave.

“I’m a good boy,” Jungkook insists.

“Then why are you teasing me like this!”

“You like it!”

They are both being, maybe, a little bit too loud, but Jungkook can’t think of anything else, not when Seokjin is naked and on top of him, talking in pout with his ears going red. Jungkook reaches up to touch one; Seokjin grabs his hand before he can and interlocks their fingers, leans back down to kiss Jungkook again, deep. Jungkook uses his free hand to angle his dick, the head of it catching on Seokjin’s rim. Seokjin pulls away and puts his hand over Jungkook’s, and then they’re both pushing Jungkook’s dick into Seokjin. Seokjin sinks down on it, slowly, and when he bottoms out they both moan. Seokjin feels so good, hot and tight and Jungkook can feel all of him -- they’ve only been going without condoms for a couple months and Jungkook can’t get enough of it.

Seokjin breathes, rolls his hips, and then catches Jungkook’s eyes before he starts fucking himself on Jungkook’s cock.

“Feel -- so -- good, Oongo-ah,” he says. Jungkook squeezes Seokjin’s hand that he’s still holding and then he angles his hips up, going deeper into Seokjin, Jungkook’s feet braced on the floor. He hits that spot inside Seokjin, he can tell by the way Seokjin’s breath stutters and his eyes close.

“Look at me,” Jungkook says, already a little breathless himself, using their intertwined hands to grip Seokjin’s thigh as he fucks up into him.

Seokjin opens his eyes and looks at Jungkook. His chest is flushed red and he’s got that dazed look on his face he gets when Jungkook fucks him really good.

“Can’t believe you’re making me do all the work,” Jungkook says, and Seokjin shakes himself out of it and pinches Jungkook’s nipple.

“Brat,” he says, over Jungkook’s slightly pained squeak. Seokjin starts riding Jungkook in earnest then, his own hard dick bouncing as he does, and Jungkook -- Jungkook wants to reach out and touch it, or taste it, but he’s got one hand braced on the ground and one hand wrapped in Seokjin’s and he can’t.

“Come -- come on my cock,” he breathes out. “Wanna see you come, hyung.”

“Demanding,” Seokjin says, but he uses his free hand to start stroking himself.

“Wanna make you happy,” Jungkook says, pouting just a little.

“I know, baby,” Seokjin says, softer than before. He leans forward to try to kiss Jungkook, and Jungkook leans up to meet him in the middle, but before their lips can touch the angle change does something to Seokjin and he gasps. “Right -- right there, JK, don’t move.”

Jungkook does as he’s told, holding himself in an awkward position as Seokjin fucks himself, hand on his own cock speeding up at the same time. It’s genuinely so hot, seeing the way beautiful Seokjin starts to fall apart, hair messy and sticking to his forehead with sweat, his chest so red it looks like it’d be hot to the touch, his mouth open and breath coming hard and fast. Jungkook fucks up into Seokjin a few more times, trying to get impossibly deep, and then Seokjin’s tensing up and coming all over him, hot white streaks shooting up Jungkook’s chest, some of it landing on his cheek.

“Come for me, baby,” Seokjin says, still breathless. He bends forward to kiss Jungkook, licking his own come off Jungkook’s cheek first. When he does kiss Jungkook, hot and messy, Jungkook can taste him, and he has to let go of Seokjin’s hand so he can cup Seokjin’s cheek. He loses himself, for just a moment, and then Seokjin slaps his thigh, reminding him to get with it.

“Right, sorry,” Jungkook says, fucking into Seokjin again in earnest. Seokjin giggles and kisses Jungkook again, both hands on his face, until Jungkook has to pull away to breathe and then Seokjin just peppers Jungkook’s face with kisses. Jungkook is close, so close, he’s about to get there, and then Seokjin gives Jungkook a butterfly kiss on his cheek, fluttering his eyelashes, and Jungkook comes. Seokjin freezes when he realizes what has just happened, and then he bursts into laughter.

“Don’t laugh at me,” Jungkook whines, arms going up automatically to wrap around Seokjin’s back as he laughs into Jungkook’s neck.

“You’re such a sap,” Seokjin says.

“Sorry I’m so in love with you,” Jungkook says, pouting.

“Aw, baby,” Seokjin says, calming down enough to look Jungkook in the eyes. He’s still got both hands on Jungkook’s face and he rubs his thumbs softly under Jungkook’s eyes. “I’m in love with you, too.”

“You better be,” Jungkook mutters, pulling Seokjin down to kiss him again. Seokjin tries to resist when he hears what Jungkook said but Jungkook doesn’t let him, just kisses him, soft and sweet. Seokjin melts on top of him, kissing him back.

They lose themselves in the kissing for a minute until one of them shifts and Jungkook realizes just how sticky they both are. They both pause for a second, and then Seokjin murmurs “Hmm. Gross,” and they both start giggling.

“How big’s your shower?” Jungkook asks, and Seokjin kisses his nose.

“Let’s find out.”

Later, when they’re both clean and dry, curled up together on Seokjin’s clean bed, Seokjin kisses the back of Jungkook’s neck. “Isn’t this better than having to go all the way back to your room to sleep tonight?”

“You’re just saying that because you don’t want to have to do the walk of shame tomorrow morning,” Jungkook says, patting the arm Seokjin has across Jungkook’s chest.

Seokjin makes a wounded noise and pulls Jungkook over until he’s lying on his back and Seokjin can hover over him, making eye contact. “Do you really think it’s a walk of shame?”

“No, hyung, I was just -- I was just kidding.”

“Kook-ah,” Seokjin says. He cups Jungkook’s cheek in his hand. “Baby. You know I’m not ashamed of you.”

“I know,” Jungkook says, voice just as soft. He’s proud of himself for not squirming through the emotion. He’s proud of both of them, actually, this isn’t something either of them could have done when they started this thing. “I don’t think you are, I promise. I really was just joking.”

“You’re incredible, and I’m in love with you.”

“I’m in love with you, too,” Jungkook says. Seokjin’s still got his hand on Jungkook’s cheek. Jungkook connects his hands behind Seokjin’s back, at his waist, and pulls him closer, their bare chests pressing together. “I don’t need anyone else to know about us. We’re enough. You’re enough, yeobo.”

“Baby,” Seokjin says, and kisses him, slow and sweet.

A kiss just to kiss him, not to start anything.

Jungkook kisses him back, and feels a little bit like he’s drowning in all his feelings.




Jungkook makes his walk of shame in the morning completely unashamed, wearing one of Seokjin’s bright pink hoodies and sporting a bright purple love bite hidden on his chest. He’s humming a little when he lets himself into his own room and doesn’t even change out of the hoodie before meeting the rest of the boys in Namjoon’s room for their breakfast meeting. Namjoon gives him a little double take when he sees him but Seokjin doesn’t look twice at him, so Jungkook has absolutely no qualms about wrapping himself around Seokjin in a back hug. Hoseok looks at them fondly before being distracted by Jimin putting his head in Hoseok’s lap. Jungkook is pretty sure Seokjin’s got his unimpressed face on for the members, but he also pats his hand on Jungkook’s arm across his waist and pinches the thin skin on the inside of his arm.

It stings, just a little, but Jungkook likes it.




The tour continues and so does Jungkook’s thing with Seokjin. It’s not every night, not every city, but it is enough of them that they manage to finish off the bottle of lube and then wrestle each other to see who has to figure out a way to get more in a city where they don’t speak the language until Jungkook sneaks into Taehyung’s suitcase and steals one of his many bottles.

It’s strawberry flavored, which isn’t something Jungkook ever really needed to know about his friend’s preferences, but it does end up tasting pretty good off of Seokjin’s dick.

That could just be because Jungkook is whipped for Seokjin’s dick, though.




They’re in a rented house somewhere in America, in the middle of a scavenger hunt for a Run taping, when they almost fuck everything up.

Jungkook has been doing his tried-and-true approach of working on his own, methodically collecting clues and ignoring the chaos everyone else brings -- he hears Jimin shouting about betrayal about every fifteen minutes, like clockwork -- when he stumbles across Seokjin smoothly lying to Hoseok about a clue. Jungkook hides behind a wall and watches as Seokjin tucks the clue into the bags they’re supposed to use seconds before Hoseok comes around the corner from the opposite direction.

“Hyung!” Hobi calls. “Have you seen anything in here? I’m getting desperate, I’ve only found something in one room so far, I don’t want to get a penalty.” He’s a little too chatty, like he gets when he has to lie, so Jungkook already doesn’t trust him.

“I just got here, I’ll help you look and we’ll figure out the next clue together,” Seokjin says, incredibly smoothly, in his “hyung will do it” voice. Jungkook flattens himself against the wall, out of their sight, and tries to will down his boner.

He hears Jimin coming towards him before he sees him, so he hightails it out of there to a room he hasn’t tried yet, but he can’t get over how hot Seokjin was, lying with no hesitation like that. And yeah, maybe it’s a little fucked up that that’s what’s getting Jungkook so worked up, but what can he say? He likes a winner, and in this group, you have to regularly betray your best friends to win.

And okay, he’ll just say it: Kim Seokjin? Is hot. He is a very hot, very sexy, very attractive, smooth motherfucker, and he’s Jungkook’s. Jungkook gets to sleep with that, gets to fuck him and love him and oh god he has a cameraman over his shoulder and he can see another camera pointing at him from the wall in front of him, he needs to get himself under control.

He sees Seokjin before he can, though, looking cocky with his hair swept off his forehead, and before Jungkook even knows what he’s doing he’s shouting JIN-HYUNG!!! at the top of his lungs and pulling Seokjin into a bathroom, shutting the door before either of their cameramen can follow.

“You cannot use your manly wiles to trick me into losing this game, Jungkook-ah, so don’t even try,” Seokjin says.

“Shut the fuck up and turn your mic off,” Jungkook says, and drops to his knees.

“JK,” Seokjin gasps, trying to protest, but not only is he switching his mic off, Jungkook can see that his dick is very much not protesting and Seokjin’s hand automatically goes to Jungkook’s hair, tangling in the strands and helping guide his head to Seokjin’s dick once Jungkook gets it out of his pants.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Jungkook says, and then he gets his mouth on Seokjin, going as deep as he can, and promptly chokes.

Seokjin chuckles, the deep throated one that drives Jungkook crazy, and thumbs at the corner of Jungkook’s mouth. “Don’t take on more than you can swallow, baby,” he says.

Jungkook glares at him and then redoubles his efforts to make this a fucking great blowjob, one deserving of Kim Seokjin. It’s sloppy and rushed but Seokjin keeps his hand either in Jungkook’s hair or at the corner of his mouth the entire time, and before Seokjin comes into Jungkook’s mouth, Jungkook has to get his own dick out so he doesn’t cream his pants like a fucking teenager. When Seokjin comes, Jungkook swallows and then sits back on his heels, his hand full of his own rapidly cooling come, his dick still out.

“Is it gross that I think you look really hot like that?” Seokjin asks, and Jungkook giggles.

“Probably,” Jungkook says, and then lifts his free hand up towards Seokjin. “Help me up?”

“Anytime, baby,” Seokjin says, soft and romantic as he always gets after coming. He pulls Jungkook up and tucks him back in his pants as Jungkook washes his hands.

“Love you, yeobo,” Jungkook says, soft, and Seokjin kisses him, sweet and slow.

They’re not holding hands when they leave the bathroom, but they are maybe a little too close to each other, giggling for no reason. Their cameramen are still standing where they left them, but their cameras aren’t pointing at them, which Jungkook really appreciates.

Yoongi comes around the corner before they’ve even turned their microphones back on, and he stops for only a moment.

“You know what? I don’t even want to know.” He walks past them and then says over his shoulder, “I think Taehyung is about to win.”

“Not on my watch,” Jungkook says, and takes off down the hallway.

Hoseok pulls out a come from behind win and does his big laugh when he does, falling over Yoongi as Yoongi accuses him of cheating. Jungkook sits across the room from Seokjin and pretends like he can’t feel Seokjin’s heated gaze on him.

Since they’re not in a hotel, no one has their own rooms, so Jungkook is curled up with Jimin on his bed, giggling at something on Jimin’s phone, when Namjoon sticks his head in.

“Hey, Jimin? Do you mind giving me and Jungkook a minute?”

Jimin looks at Jungkook; Jungkook just shrugs.

“Sure,” Jimin says, climbing off his bed. “I bet Yoongi hyung needs to be bothered.”

He shoots another look at Jungkook as he closes the door behind himself but Jungkook is still baffled, especially when Namjoon heaves one of his big serious sighs as he sits on the bed opposite the one Jungkook is currently on.

“What’s up, hyung?”

“I’m not sure how to ask this, so I’m just going to come out with it. Are you and Seokjin hyung--”

For a split second Jungkook’s entire body goes cold with panic that they’ve been found out.

And then he thinks, finally. Everyone can know.

“ -- okay?” Namjoon finishes.

“What?” Jungkook asks, genuinely confused.

“I noticed you weren’t looking at him earlier and Yoongi said he saw you coming out of the bathroom with your mics off during filming. I just want to make sure you didn’t have an argument or something else we need to address before it gets too bad.”

“You think -- you think hyung and I are fighting?”

“I just want to make sure you’re not,” Namjoon says, calm leader voice on display as always.

“He’s my best friend,” Jungkook says.

“Doesn’t mean you can’t fight,” Namjoon says, shrugging. “Look at Jimin and Tae.”

“Seokjin hyung and I only fight as --” foreplay, he almost says, but catches himself in time. “-- play fighting,” he finishes. “We bicker and stuff, and he can be really annoying, but I don’t think I’ve ever really been mad at him.”

“That’s good,” Namjoon says, and he does sound relieved. “You’ll let me know if anything changes?”

“You’ll be the first one,” Jungkook promises, and Namjoon gives him a soft smile.

“You’re a good kid, Jungkook,” Namjoon says. Jungkook makes a face.

“Not a kid anymore, hyung.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. All grown up.”

“Right,” Jungkook says. Namjoon pats Jungkook’s thigh and Jungkook walks him to the door and then shuts it behind him, thinking.

Maybe -- maybe it’s time for him and Seokjin to admit that they’re more than best friends. Maybe it’s finally time to tell their oldest, closest friends about their very real feelings for each other.

Jungkook falls asleep that night daydreaming about falling asleep in Seokjin’s bed every night and waking up wrapped up with him every morning. About no more walks of shame and no more secret exchanging of hotel room keys and no more hiding when people stop by their rooms. He thinks about back-hugging Seokjin while he cooks in the dorm and kissing Seokjin’s neck and not worrying about anyone walking in. He thinks about calling Seokjin yeobo and Seokjin calling him baby in front of all their friends and not being ashamed.

He falls asleep with a big dumb smile on his face.




Jungkook feels like he’s vibrating with the force of his feelings over the next few days. He feels like he did right after he started the whole thing with Seokjin. He feels like he did after the first time they exchanged I love yous in the heat of the moment (in a startlingly in-character moment, Seokjin’s dick was in Jungkook’s mouth, his hand in Jungkook’s hair. Jungkook immediately pulled off and said, “I love you too, hyung.” Seokjin’s ears went red and he dropped to his knees next to Jungkook.

“Really?” he asked, disbelieving.

“So much,” Jungkook said, nodding. Seokjin kissed him, deep. The blowjob was quickly forgotten in a haze of making out and mutual handjobs. It’s still one of Jungkook’s favorite memories).

Jungkook feels like he did when he and Seokjin first told each other “I’m in love with you,” on one of their many dinner outings that Jungkook only realized were actual dates months into their relationship. Jungkook feels just like he did when Seokjin grabbed his arm right outside their dorm, lifting Jungkook’s head with one finger under his chin.

“I love spending time with you like this,” Seokjin said.

“I’m in love with you,” Jungkook breathed, and Seokjin’s entire face lit up. Jungkook felt himself fall even more, somehow.

“I’m in love with you too,” Seokjin said, and they kissed, sweet and slow.

Jungkook felt like he was bursting as soon as he got in the dorm, full of love and unable to tell anyone. Felt like he was vibrating out of his skin with love for his best hyung, his favorite person.

Jungkook feels the same now, wanting to tell someone, anyone, about being in love with Seokjin, but he can’t, not until he talks to Seokjin first.

He keeps shooting meaningful looks at Seokjin across rooms, keeps sitting next to Seokjin so he can press their legs together, keeps draping himself across Seokjin’s back when he can, but they can never seem to get an actual moment alone.

“What is wrong with you?” Jimin asks, five or six or seven days into this thing, Jungkook’s not sure.

“You,” Jungkook says, mindlessly shoving Jimin away from him, which only makes Jimin get so close he’s practically in Jungkook’s lap.

“Seriously. You keep staring at Seokjin hyung like you’re trying to murder him with your eyes.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jungkook says, even though he is looking so hard at Seokjin he thinks Seokjin may be able to feel it and is ignoring him on purpose.

“Okay, weirdo,” Jimin says, and Jungkook can hear the eye roll. “What, are you going through another gay crisis? I thought you already knew hyung was your gay awakening.”

Jungkook finally tears his eyes away from Seokjin to shush Jimin, slapping a hand over his mouth. “You know Joon hyung was my actual gay awakening, just like everyone else.”

Jimin makes a noise like he wants to protest, but Jungkook is well aware of Jimin’s crisis over Namjoon’s thighs before they debuted. Jimin’s not special, everyone in Bangtan has had a crisis over Namjoon in shorts.

“Seokjin hyung and I are just -- we’re in a staring contest,” Jungkook says, proud of his ability to think on his feet.

Jimin wrenches Jungkook’s hand off his mouth. “He’s not even looking at you?”

“Yeah, so I’m winning,” Jungkook says.

Jimin doesn’t say anything, just raises his eyebrows in a way that means Okay, weirdo again and leaves Jungkook alone to keep staring at Seokjin.

Seokjin looks up from his conversation with Hoseok and catches Jungkook’s eye, finally. Jungkook tries to look at him very meaningfully. Seokjin just winks at him, which, granted, does make Jungkook’s heart flutter in his chest, but it still means Jungkook isn’t alone with him, which is the opposite of what he wants.

Jungkook tries pouting at Seokjin, but Seokjin just sends him a kiss over Hoseok’s shoulder when Hoseok’s face is turned. Jungkook blushes and stops looking at Seokjin, at least, forcing himself into Jimin and Taehyung’s conversation instead.




They’re in Vegas for some awards show the next time Seokjin and Jungkook manage to be alone together. Jungkook is letting himself into his hotel room for the first time, suitcase in hand, when Seokjin crowds up against his back.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook asks, though he definitely sounds more amused than confused.

“We’re gonna share,” Seokjin says, matter of fact, although none of them have needed to share hotel rooms for years at this point.

“Okay, hyung,” Jungkook says. The second they’re over the threshold Seokjin pushes Jungkook back against the door, closing it and kissing him, hard.

“I have a surprise for you,” he says when he pulls back so they can both breathe.

“Is it better than you in my bed all night?” Jungkook asks, biting his lip and trying to look sexy. Seokjin, looking faintly amused, uses his thumb to pull Jungkook’s lip from between his teeth.

“Absolutely,” he breathes, and then he kisses Jungkook again. He pulls away too soon, even moving his body away from Jungkook so he can move again, and slaps Jungkook on the ass. “Get dressed in something nice. We have an appointment.”

“What are you even talking about?” Jungkook asks, but he follows Seokjin further into the hotel room, watching as Seokjin starts digging into his own bag.

“I’m taking you to the surprise,” Seokjin explains. “You heard Sejin hyung, we have the afternoon free. I wanna make the most of it.”

“Okay, but what are we doing?” Jungkook asks. He makes note of the nice shirt and slacks Seokjin has pulled out of his luggage and goes digging for his own outfit to match.

Seokjin stops to look at Jungkook, stars in his eyes. “Gonna take my baby out to a fancy brunch and then maybe a romantic gondola ride.”

“In Vegas?” Jungkook asks, and Seokjin just grins at him.

“I’m gonna blow your mind, Oongo-ah.”




They almost get stopped in the hallway on the way to the elevator, running into Taehyung coming out of Jimin’s room.

“Where are you two going looking so nice, with your masks and sunglasses?” he asks, eyebrows up.

Seokjin, shameless, reaches back to hold Jungkook’s hand. Jungkook’s entire face goes bright red immediately to match Seokjin’s ears, but Seokjin still looks directly at Taehyung and says, “We have brunch reservations.”

“Have fun,” Taehyung calls, in a little sing-song. Seokjin pulls Jungkook to the elevator; Jungkook checks over his shoulder to see Tae humming a little as he heads the opposite direction, absolutely no suspicion or worrying about Seokjin and Jungkook. Jungkook grins, and lets himself snuggle up a little closer to Seokjin in the elevator.

Seokjin keeps his hand in Jungkook’s for the entire walk to the restaurant, which ends up being in the fake Eiffel Tower right on the Strip. Jungkook laughs so hard he has to bend over, still holding Seokjin’s hand, when he realizes where they’re going. Seokjin grins at him.

“I thought you’d like this,” he says, and Jungkook has to fight the very real urge to pull down his mask and kiss Seokjin right there on the street.

The hostess at the restaurant, when Seokjin gives her his name, makes a soft little oh! noise and smiles at Jungkook. “Right this way, Mr. Kim,” she says, leading them to a prime table at a window in the corner, tucked away from the rest of the place with a truly spectacular view of the Bellagio fountains across the street. There is already a bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket next to their table and a spread of caviar waiting for them.

“Your waiter will be by shortly,” the hostess says, handing one page menus to each of them, no prices anywhere to be seen.

“This is very fancy,” Jungkook whispers, leaning over his menu.

“Only the best for you, baby,” Seokjin says.

Jungkook smiles and puts his menu down. “Yeobo,” he says. A slow, pleased smile spreads across Seokjin’s face like it always does, even though he doesn’t look up from his menu at Jungkook.

“Pick your three courses before the waiter comes over,” Seokjin says.

“I wanna talk to you about something,” Jungkook says.

“I wanna talk to you about something too,” Seokjin says, finally looking up at him. “When the waiter leaves, okay?”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Jungkook says, and Seokjin makes a little face at him, making him giggle.

Their waiter comes by a few minutes later, carrying mimosas, and takes their orders and leaves with their menus. Jungkook takes a sip of his mimosa and watches as Seokjin does the same. Jungkook watches Seokjin’s throat bob as he swallows, and then the second Seokjin puts his drink down, Jungkook blurts out, “Marry me.”

Seokjin chokes on nothing. “What?” he asks, coughing.

Jungkook realizes what he says and sits straight up, blinking. “Marry me?” he asks. “I was just going to ask you if you thought we should start telling people about us, but then I just looked at you sitting across from me and --” he shrugs. “I can’t see myself ever loving anyone else like I love you right now. I kinda wanna be able to call you mine for always.”

“Marriage, huh?” Seokjin asks. The smile on his face is blinding. His eyes are sparkling. Jungkook has never seen anyone so beautiful.

“Marriage,” Jungkook breathes. “If you’ll have me.”

Seokjin laughs and reaches into his pants pocket for something. “I was going to wait until dessert to do this,” he says, “but of course you beat me to it.”

“What?” Jungkook asks. Seokjin sets a small black velvet box on the table between them, eyes never leaving Jungkook’s face. Jungkook gasps.

“Wanna tell our best friends about us and then spend the rest of our lives together?” Seokjin asks, and almost before the words are out of his mouth, Jungkook is shouting YES!! and crying and jumping across the table to pull Seokjin out of his seat to kiss him, public be damned.

No one pays any attention to them, though; they’re in a secluded enough spot that no one can really see them, and it’s apparently a very proposal-heavy restaurant, so Jungkook’s outburst isn’t really out of the ordinary.

Still, it is out of the ordinary for them, so Jungkook spends the entire hour and a half they are at brunch, when he’s not stuffing food in his mouth (and sometimes when he is), just staring at Seokjin moonily. He’d feel embarrassed about it except Seokjin is looking at him in exactly the same way.

“I have an idea,” Jungkook says excitedly as they’re finishing up dessert, Jungkook feeding Seokjin a bite of his crème brulee.

“What is it, baby?” Seokjin asks, feeding Jungkook a bite of his chocolate soufflé.

“We’re in Vegas, right? Wedding capital of the world.”

Seokjin grins at him. “I think I know what you’re going to say.”

“Do you think we could convince everyone else to come with us?”

“And get married?” Seokjin asks, laughing.

“No, they’re not allowed to take away from our special day. But they can watch us get married.”

“My little genius fiancé,” Seokjin says, proud, and pulls out his phone. “I do have one suggestion,” he says, typing.

Jungkook can feel his own phone vibrate, and when he pulls it out he sees Seokjin has sent a message to the group chat.

Jinnie hyung 🥰🥰
can everyone meet me and jungkookie in front of
the big fountain on the strip in the next 30 mins?

“What’s your suggestion?” Jungkook asks, watching as responses start flowing into the chat. Seokjin grins.

“Let’s make the whole thing a surprise.”

“I like the way you think, hyung,” Jungkook says, an echoing grin on his face.




“This is just like the end of Ocean’s 11,” Yoongi says excitedly when he and Jimin find the rest of them standing in front of the Bellagio fountains.

“What are you even talking about, hyung?” Jimin asks, exasperated.

“The Brad Pitt movie about pulling a heist in Vegas,” Seokjin explains, and then he makes a face at Namjoon, who’s wearing a hoodie over jean shorts so long they go down past his knee. “Is this literally the nicest you could look, Joon-ah?”

“No one told me you wanted me to look nice?” Namjoon says, confused.

“He was locked up in his hotel room working, I had to literally drag him out,” Hoseok says, exasperated.

“We had a free afternoon!” Namjoon protests.

“You’re working too hard, Joonie hyung,” Taehyung says, wrapping an arm around Namjoon’s chest from behind.

“I’m here now,” Namjoon says. “So why don’t you tell us what’s going on, Seokjin?”

Seokjin looks at Jungkook and reaches for his hand. Jungkook grins and squeezes his hand, and then looks at everyone else, who, honestly, seem less surprised at them holding hands than Jungkook expected.

“Hyung and I have a surprise,” he says. “We have to take a car for it, but we’ll explain when we get there.”

“Can’t you explain now?” Jimin whines, hanging off Jungkook’s other arm.

“Patience is a virtue,” Seokjin says, and Taehyung groans.

“Just tell us!” he yells.

“Oh, look, the car’s here!” Jungkook yells over him, as the stretch limo they ordered (hey -- when in Vegas) pulls up to a stop in front of them.

“Why are you being so weirdly fancy?” Yoongi asks, suspicious, as Seokjin holds the back door open for everyone.

“Yeah, are you getting married or something?” Hoseok jokes, laughing, as he follows Yoongi and Namjoon into the limo.

Jungkook freezes and exchanges glances with Seokjin; Jimin, standing on the sidewalk next to them, gasps.

“Are you getting fucking surprise married?!” he shouts, so loud Jungkook is pretty sure everyone can hear him in Korea.

“Shut the fuck up and get inside the car,” Jungkook hisses, pushing a still yelling Jimin into the car.

Taehyung pauses before he follows everyone else in and kisses first Jungkook and then Seokjin on the cheek. “I’m very happy for you,” he says when they both look at him in surprise, and then, with a sly little grin on his face, “I knew it.”

Jungkook looks at Seokjin when the two of them are the last ones on the sidewalk. Seokjin shrugs.

“Never a dull moment,” he says, and Jungkook laughs and pulls him into the car.




“Are you sure you want to get married by Elvis?” Namjoon asks. He’s been tasked with talking to the guy behind the counter at the wedding chapel, which basically means he keeps sounding more and more exasperated as he asks Seokjin and Jungkook questions.

Obviously, Joon-ah,” Seokjin says. “Money is no object!”

Namjoon sighs and says something in English to the guy behind the counter, who looks positively gleeful as he writes it down.

“I can’t believe you’re actually getting married,” Hoseok says. He looks like he’s trying not to vibrate out of his skin; Jungkook knows exactly how he feels.

I can’t believe you’ve been secretly dating for almost two years!” Jimin says. He’s got his arms crossed over his chest and a giant pout on his face. “And none of us knew about it!”

“I knew,” Taehyung says. He’s holding the bouquet Seokjin picked out and shoved at Jungkook earlier; it’s plastic and almost aggressively pink. Taehyung has been meticulously straightening out the crooked parts almost since they got there.

“You didn’t know,” Seokjin says.

“Okay but I suspected,” Taehyung says immediately, unbothered at being caught in his lie.

“You had no idea!” Jungkook exclaims.

“I can always tell when people are in love,” Taehyung says.

“You tried to proposition me less than two weeks ago,” Seokjin points out in an unimpressed tone.

“WHAT!” Jungkook yells, standing straight up. He feels very much like Jimin in this moment.

“That was to make Jungkookie jealous!” Taehyung insists.

“It was not,” Seokjin says.

Taehyung deflates. “Okay, fine, it was just because you were really hot after that concert. Remember that?” he asks, excitedly turning to Jimin.

“Oh, yes,” Jungkook says, sitting back down, practically in Seokjin’s lap. “I fucked hyung real good after that.”

“Okay!” Yoongi yells, standing up. “I’m gonna see if Namjoon needs any help with English,” and he hightails it out of the conversation.

Hoseok grimaces. “Jungkookie I don’t want to tell you how to talk about your love life but I really don’t wanna hear about you fucking hyung.”

I do,” Taehyung says. “What exactly do you do? How does he feel? What does hyung’s face look like when he comes?”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Jimin says, and he stands up and drags a protesting Taehyung over to the crowd at the counter. Hoseok smiles at Seokjin and Jungkook and then follows the others, leaving the happy couple alone for the first time since the proposal.

“How you doing, Kook-ah?” Seokjin asks, soft smile on his face as he takes both of Jungkook’s hands in his own.

“‘M good,” Jungkook says, smiling back. “Excited. Ready to marry you.”

“It’s not too soon?” Seokjin asks, in that way that lets Jungkook knows he’s maybe been worrying about it for a while. Jungkook rubs his thumbs along Seokjin’s knuckles.

“I think I’ve been ready to marry you for months, yeobo,” Jungkook says, and the look on Seokjin’s face is so bright it could power all the lights in Vegas.




Seokjin and Jungkook get married in a very kitschy wedding chapel just off the Las Vegas strip.

Jungkook walks down the aisle with Jimin and Taehyung on either arm, carrying an obnoxiously pink plastic bouquet.

Seokjin also walks down the aisle with Jimin and Taehyung on either arm (who ran back to him after dropping Jungkook off). His bouquet is obnoxiously yellow, and they hit them together like they’re clinking glasses once Seokjin gets to Jungkook.

The only people in the audience are the rest of Bangtan and one of the ladies who owns the chapel, an ancient old woman who takes all their photos. Elvis performs the ceremony, even though his accent is so thick it’s sometimes hard for Seokjin and Jungkook to understand him.

They get the gist of it, though, and they exchange rings (cheap metal things Namjoon says were part of the wedding package they picked that will almost definitely turn their fingers green) and I do’s and get to kiss each other in front of all their friends and a bunch of phone cameras.

Everyone cheers, in their special loud obnoxious Bangtan way. Jungkook cries, just a little, surrounded by all the love. Seokjin cries a little, too, and Jungkook gets to laugh and kiss away the tears under his husband’s eyes.

They all go out to dinner after, hitting up an all-you-can-eat buffet in a casino near their hotel. The rest of the group ends up wandering off as time goes on, eventually leaving Seokjin and Jungkook to finish up their meals, before slipping their sunglasses and face masks back on and walking hand-in-hand back to their hotel room.

Seokjin crowds up against Jungkook’s back again, dropping little kisses on his neck in between murmuring terms of endearment.

“Honey.” Kiss. “Sweetheart.” Kiss. “Darling.” Kiss. “Yeobo.”

“Husband,” Jungkook says, pulling him into the room after him. “Husband, husband, my husband.”

“My husband!” Seokjin agrees, shutting the door behind them and leading his husband to bed.