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“I seriously can’t believe you, Kook-ah,” Seokjin huffs as he trudges across the beach, feeling the soft sand push through his toes despite the slides he has on his feet. The sand is cold and the air even colder this time of night, but he’s too excited to care. He’s not really upset with Jungkook either, but Jungkook doesn’t need to know that.

“Aw, c’mon Jin-hyung, I was just joking around,” Jungkook pouts, turning around to make sure Seokjin sees it.

“You kissed my leg, Kook-ah.”

“So what? I’ve done that before.”

“Then you licked it.”

“Again, not necessarily anything new.”

“Jungkook-ah,” he speeds up to grab Jungkook’s arm, where he’s clomping through the sand in industrial sized boots a few paces ahead of Seokjin. When he spins Jungkook around he can see the smile dancing behind the younger man’s eyes. “Then you tried to push your face into my crotch—right in front of the cameraman!” he snaps, but there isn’t any bite to it.

Jungkook’s pout deepens, lower lip sticking out as he shuffles closer to Seokjin, slipping his arms underneath the puffy FILA jacket and circling Seokjin’s waist. “I’m sorry about that one, hyung. I really didn’t know he was still filming,” Jungkook confesses, looking up at him with big doe eyes. “Forgive me?”

Jungkook already knows he’ll be forgiven. Seokjin hasn’t been able to say no to those eyes for many years now. They’re his kryptonite.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” Seokjin replies instead, not wanting to give Jungkook the satisfaction of accepting his apology—not yet anyway.

“You are,” Jungkook nods in agreement, threading his arms more tightly around Seokjin and pressing their bodies together. “You’re still going to let me—” he starts to ask, but Seokjin cuts him off, cheeks burning pink and not just from the wind.

“Yeah, yeah. C’mon let’s go, before we both catch a cold.”

Jungkook smirks and takes his hand, leading them across the deserted beach—the same beach at Samcheok where they were filming earlier that day. When Jungkook spots the chair, he practically starts skipping as he pulls Seokjin behind him.

“Yah, Kook-ah, slow down,” Seokjin calls out, tripping through the sand but laughing all the same.

“Hurry up, hyung. You’re not that old—yet,” Jungkook taunts, not slowing down.

“Hey, I’m the one carrying the bag, remember?”

“Yeah. I still don’t know why you had to bring all this stuff,” Jungkook wonders, taking the oversized carryall from him as they approach the lifeguard chair, which is still in place from their earlier photo shoot.

“You’ll be thanking me when you get cold or thirsty later, or need a towel,” Seokjin informs him smugly, as Jungkook rifles through the contents of the bag.

“Hard candies? A sewing kit? A spoon? I take it back hyung, you are old,” Jungkook jokes, his nose wrinkling cutely as his giggles carry across the deserted beach.

“I’ll have you know that butterscotch hard candies are superior, and there’s also jellies in there in case I want something fruity. Oh, and there’s gojuchang paste just in case…well I don’t exactly know why it’s in there, but Hobi said I needed it,” he admits.

“But a sewing kit? Really, hyung?” Jungkook marvels, waving it in his hand.

“Gimme that.” Seokjin crouches down, grabbing the pencil-box size kit from Jungkook’s grasp and turning it over. “Observe, oh young one,” he teases, sliding open the back panel to reveal a hidden storage space containing several packets of lube.

“Hyung!” Jungkook gapes, eyes growing impossibly wider. Seokjin feels suddenly exposed.

“Ah, I didn’t bring this for tonight or anything, it was already in my bag and, uh, I just like to be prepared. Anyway, it’s a good place to hide private stuff from managers,” he rambles, feeling heat spread across his cheeks. He starts to slide the panel shut but Jungkook’s fingers sneak in, snatching a packet before he closes it. Seokjin raises his eyebrows at the maknae.

“What? I like to be prepared too,” Jungkook shrugs deviously, pocketing the packet in his shorts and leaning in to press their lips together. Seokjin’s eyes flutter shut and his heart begins to race like it always does when Jungkook kisses him. He still can’t believe how lucky he is. “Ready, hyung?” Jungkook says, breaking the kiss and pulling Seokjin up to his feet.

“Yeah. I still can’t believe we’re doing this though,” Seokjin grouses as he removes his jacket and kicks off his shoes, grabbing the blanket from his bag. A strange mix of nervousness and excitement swirls in his gut as he proceeds to climb the steps of the lifeguard chair.

By the time he gets settled, Jungkook has already made his way up, head popping up over the edge of the seat. “Hi hyungie,” the maknae coos, a seductive smile on his lips.

“Jay-Kay! My friend!” Seokjin blurts loudly before he can stop himself.

Jungkook’s face twists into a confused smirk. “You’re weird.”

“Sorry. Just a little nervous,” he admits. After all, it’s not everyday his beautiful boyfriend asks to suck his dick on a lifeguard chair twenty feet up in the air. Plus, he’s always a little awkward about these things—still surprised that Jungkook wants him like this. He doesn’t know if that feeling will ever go away. “How should—how should we do this?” he asks.

“We could just pick up where we left off earlier?” Jungkook purrs, pressing a kiss into the tender area just inside his knee.

“Yeah?” The word comes out a little breathy, his pulse accelerating with the brush of Jungkook’s lips.

“Mmm-hmm,” Jungkook hums into his skin. “If I remember correctly, I kissed you here first,” he recounts, moving his lips a little further up Seokjin’s thigh. “Then here,” he murmurs, moving to the other leg and dropping a trail of kisses there.

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” Seokjin concedes as the warmth of Jungkook’s lips sends a lick of heat up his thigh—a nice contrast to the brisk night air. The warmth settles in his gut, his cock already starting to respond.

“Then I think I did something like this,” Jungkook teases, slipping his tongue between his lips and running it along Seokjin's inner thigh, stopping only when he hits the fabric of Seokjin’s shorts.

Seokjin groans, the sound swallowed up by the gentle crash of waves on the beach. He tilts his head back, looking up at the starry sky as Jungkook repeats the action on his other leg and heat begins to pool in his gut. He’s definitely hard now.

“Hyungie?” Jungkook gets his attention, leaning in and pressing his cheek higher up Seokjin’s leg. He can feel Jungkook’s hot breath on his cock through the fabric.

“Yeah, Kook-ah?”

“I think you need to lose the shorts now, hyung,” Jungkook requests, nosing along the outline of his hard shaft and then pulling back to give him room to move.

“Yeah. Yeah, okay,” he mumbles under his breath, quickly standing and letting Jungkook help him pull down his shorts and boxers. They weren’t able to keep on the same outfits they had for the photo shoot, but these shorts are easier anyway, the loose elastic band slipping easily off his feet and down to the beach below as he sits back down. “Ooh!” he startles when his bare ass touches the smooth, cold wood.

“Cold?” Jungkook’s brow furrows at Seokjin’s distress.

“Just a little. It’s fine,” he assures the maknae—who apparently doesn’t believe him since the next thing he knows Jungkook races down the ladder, returning with a towel.

“Here, hyung,” he says, holding it out to Seokjin.

“See, I told you the towels would come in handy,” he can’t help pointing out.

“Just shut up and lift your ass for me, I’ve got things to do here,” Jungkook fires back impatiently.

“I didn’t know we were on a schedule,” he snarks, standing to let Jungkook put the towel beneath him as he rambles on. “And you know, you really shouldn’t speak to your elders that way. I don’t mind, but someday Jimin is going to—”



Jungkook doesn’t say anything, just wraps his hands around Seokjin’s hips and pulls him closer, the flat of his tongue licking a fat stripe up the underside of Seokjin’s cock.

“Fu-uck. Yeah, okay. I’m shutting up now,” Seokjin promises, sucking in a sharp breath as Jungkook’s lips wrap around the head of his dick. “I’ll be totally quiet,” he adds—just before letting out a comically exaggerated moan.

Jungkook snorts, letting Seokjin's cock slip from his lips. “Oh my god, you’re such a dork. Why are you like this?” he asks, his tone somewhere between giddiness and exasperation.

“Sorry. I’m sorry,” Seokjin says, suddenly serious as he gently pushes Jungkook’s silver-blonde fringe away from his face, cupping his cheek. “I just…I really love being with you. Not just like this, but you know…spending time with you.”

“I know, hyung,” Jungkook smiles at him fondly, and he swears he can see all the stars in the sky reflected in the maknae’s eyes. “Me too,” Jungkook whispers, putting his hand over Seokjin’s and turning to softly kiss the inside of Seokjin’s palm.

The next thing he knows his hand is being placed on the back of Jungkook’s head as the younger man’s lips slip over the head of his cock. “Ohhhh,” he groans when Jungkook’s lips form a seal, head bobbing deeper down onto his shaft. “But this—yeah, this is good too.”

He quickly loses himself to the rhythm of Jungkook’s mouth—the warm slide of lips over his cock, the way Jungkook alternates his speed and suction, knowing just what Seokjin likes. Jungkook teases him, suckling just his tip and tonguing at his slit until he can’t take it anymore, pushing down on Jungkook’s head and pressing deep into his throat. Jungkook moans and sputters around him, fighting his gag reflex, but Seokjin knows that he likes it, holding him down for a few beats before letting him up. Jungkook doesn’t even pause for breath, hungrily sucking in air through his nose and gripping the sides of the lifeguard chair for leverage as he starts to suck Seokjin’s cock with renewed vigor.

“F-Fuck, Kook-ah,” Seokjin stutters, moans bubbling up in his chest as the heat in his gut intensifies, the cold night air all but forgotten. When he looks at Jungkook he can see that the younger man’s eyes are glassy but intense, his bangs stuck to the sweat on forehead, as he works his hardest to make it good for Seokjin. He always has to try to be the best—at everything—never quite realizing that in Seokjin’s eyes he already is.

“Kook-ah,” Seokjin tries to get Jungkook’s attention, gasping when Jungkook ignores him, instead taking him deep and swallowing around him. “Jesus. Fuck. Baby,” he tries again, this time threading his fingers through Jungkook’s hair and gently pulling him off.

“Hyung?” Jungkook looks up at him dazedly, lips red and slick with spit. “Did I do something wrong?”

‘No baby, it was perfect, you’re perfect—it’s just—can you come up the ladder a bit?” Seokjin asks. Jungkook eyes him quizzically but does as requested. When he reaches eye level, Seokjin leans forward, wrapping his arms around the younger man and seeming to nuzzle his neck.

Jungkook scrunches his brow. “Hyung, if you wanted a hug you just had to ask, but your timing kind of sucks. It seemed like you were close, and—”

“Ah, there it is,” Seokjin interrupts, leaning back mischievously and dangling the packet of lube he just pickpocketed from Jungkook.

“Oh!” Jungkook exclaims in surprise. “Ohhhh.” His voice drops lower in register as he picks up on what Seokjin is suggesting, licking his lips excitedly. “Are you sure, hyung? I was just going to take care of you, I didn’t expect—”

“I’m sure. Just hurry and get up here, hyung’s getting cold.”

Jungkook scampers the rest of the way up the ladder, dropping his shorts to the sand below and carefully climbing up to straddle Seokjin’s lap. The space at the top of the chair is small and it’s a little awkward as Jungkook tries to get himself situated—they bump heads more than once, Seokjin gets a charley horse trying to move his leg out of the way, and they both devolve into a fit of laughter. But that’s the thing Seokjin loves most about being with Jungkook—that they can just be their funny, awkward selves when they’re together. Yet as Jungkook gets settled, the giggles fade away and something in the air changes. Suddenly it’s just the two of them, staring into each other’s eyes—and it’s not awkward at all.

“Hi, yeobo,” Jungkook purrs, smiling softly. The pet name always stirs something deep inside of Seokjin, even if Jungkook sometimes lets it slip in public—or maybe because he does.

“Hi, baby,” Seokjin replies, taking in the curve of Jungkook’s nose, the bow of his lip, and the way both scrunch up in a very specific way, only for him.

Jungkook removes his shirt and helps Seokjin out of his, wrapping his arms around Seokjin's shoulders and leaning in, his breath warm and sweet where it ghosts across Seokjin’s cheeks. When their lips finally meet, they slot together easily, years of practice like a muscle memory that guides their movements, fluid and in sync. Seokjin’s hands glide down Jungkook’s back, pulling him closer until the hard outline of his cock is pressed to Seokjin’s belly. Jungkook’s mouth parts on a breathy moan, and Seokjin licks into it tenderly, relishing every whimper he draws from Jungkook’s lips.

“Hyungie, please,” Jungkook whispers breathlessly, pulling away from Seokjin’s mouth and grinding their hips together. His eyes shine with the heat of arousal, and he doesn’t have to say another word for Seokjin to know what he needs.

Jungkook sits up higher on his knees as Seokjin opens the packet of lube and slicks up his fingers, then reaches between Jungkook’s legs to press a digit to his rim. His lips find Jungkook’s belly, littering it with kisses as he rubs small circles around Jungkook’s tight hole, coaxing it to relax until he can slip a finger inside.

“Feels so good, hyungie. You always make me feel so good,” Jungkook pants, his pretty little moans audible above the roar of the ocean and the whistling wind. Jungkook's hips start to undulate and he tries to push down onto Seokjin’s finger, but Seokjin’s free hand holds him in place, forcing him to take it slow. He’s not being cruel, he just wants to enjoy the moment—wants to enjoy every moment with Jungkook.

“You’re doing great, baby. So good for hyung. You look so beautiful,” he whispers, in awe, as always, of the gorgeous man in front of him. Jungkook whimpers at the praise, his body opening up quickly when Seokjin inserts another finger and begins to scissor inside him.

When Jungkook is taking three fingers comfortably, Seokjin leans his head forward, lapping at the pre-cum beading at Jungkook’s slit. “Hyungie,” Jungkook rasps, his voice wanton and needy. “I’m ready. Please.”

Seokjin’s cock throbs almost painfully but he savors this moment too, letting the taste of Jungkook coat his taste buds until he feels intoxicated with desire. Only then does he remove his fingers and find the packet of lube, wordlessly squeezing some into Jungkook’s hand as the younger man coats Seokjin’s cock and lines it up at his entrance.

Seokjin’s hands smooth down Jungkook’s sides, following the curve of his tiny waist and the swell of his hips as he slowly guides Jungkook down onto his shaft until he’s fully seated. “You doing okay, baby?” he breathes into Jungkook’s skin, voice trembling, and feeling a little overwhelmed by their closeness—both physically and emotionally.

“So full, yeobo. You’re so big—feels so good. You always feel so good,” Jungkook pants, body clenching and unclenching around him, then shuddering when a cool gust of wind whips in from the ocean.

Seokjin pulls the blanket from the back of the chair, wrapping it around them and cocooning them together in their own little world. The moon rises over Jungkook’s shoulder as Seokjin holds him close, content to trade gentle kisses and breathe the same air while Jungkook adjusts to Seokjin’s size.

When Jungkook finally begins to move, the rest of the world fades away until only they remain—two bright lights under a million stars with eyes just for each other. Jungkook works himself up and down on Seokjin’s shaft, the drag of his tight walls stoking the fire simmering in Seokjin’s gut. Seokjin’s lips mouth along Jungkook’s neck, then trail along a collarbone, the gentleness of his touch in opposition to the violent heat building inside of him.

As the minutes pass, their breathing becomes ragged, their bodies overheated and skin covered in a sheen of sweat. They slide against one another in time with the waves, each concentrating on the other's pleasure as much as his own.

“I’m c-close. W-Want to feel you come, Yeobo,” Jungkook whines. “Want to be good for you.”

“You’re always good for me. The best,” Seokjin assures him, kissing a drop of sweat from Jungkook’s nose as Jungkook falters, legs trembling from his efforts. “You’re getting tired, baby. Let hyung help,” he offers, pulling Jungkook forward to rest his arms against the back of the chair as he plants his feet on the step and begins to fuck up into Jungkook in earnest.

The new angle and Seokjin’s fresh legs have the desired effect, and they both groan with the sensation. Jungkook arches his back, cock rutting into Seokjin’s belly with every thrust as his breathing becomes more erratic. “Hyungie, oh god. Oh fuck. Please, I—I’m not gonna last.”

“It’s okay, baby—I’m close too. I’ve got you. Come for your yeobo,” Seokjin husks as the heat begins to twist and coil in his gut. He pulls Jungkook closer, tongue flicking against Jungkook’s nipples as the younger man tips over the edge, clenching and moaning Seokjin’s name and painting their stomachs white. Seokjin holds off for a few more thrusts before his orgasm overtakes him, crashing through like the waves hitting the beach and then washing gently over him as he looks into Jungkook’s beautiful face. “Fuck. I love you, baby. Love you so much.”

“I love you too, yeobo,” Jungkook mewls, exhausted and spent as he collapses into Seokjin’s lap.




They must doze off, because the next thing Seokjin knows, he’s opening his eyes just as the pre-dawn light filters over the horizon.

“Hey, Jungkook-ah. Baby,” he whispers, kissing Jungkook’s temple as his eyes adjust to the light. “Kook-ah, it’s almost morning. We need to get going.”

Jungkook stirs on top of him, pressing his face into Seokjin’s neck and pulling the blanket over his head with a groan. Seokjin smiles softly and lets him sleep for a few more minutes, enjoying the quiet closeness before trying again.

“Kook-ah, we need to go,” he says, pulling down the blanket and rubbing Jungkook’s back.

“Don’t wanna. Sleepy,” Jungkook grumbles, scrunching his eyes shut.

Seokjin holds him tight and pokes him in the side as Jungkook squirms in his arms. “Don’t make me tickle you, Kook-ah, we’re still twenty feet in the air,” he warns.

That gets Jungkook’s attention, and he finally lifts his head, squinting around him through heavy eyelids. “Oh. M’Kay, hyung,” he says sleepily as he extracts himself from the blanket and climbs off of Seokjin, who helps to steady him as he gets onto the ladder.

“Here. Take this,” Seokjin says, wrapping the blanket around Jungkook.

“What about you, hyung?” he asks around a yawn.

“I’ll use the towel,” Seokjin replies, stretching his legs and tucking the towel around his waist. “Go slow, Jungkook-ah. You’re still half asleep,” he cautions, watching the maknae make his way effortlessly down the steps. He follows close behind and despite being more awake than Jungkook, he still somehow manages to tangle his feet in the towel and miss the last step, landing flat on his ass in the sand.

“Old,” Jungkook snorts, crawling over and laughing at Seokjin, as he brushes the sand off of his skin.

“That’s not what you were saying last night,” Seokjin retorts, watching a flicker of heat light up Jungkook's eyes right before the maknae pounces, pushing him to his back and flopping on top of him.

“Hey, I thought you were sleepy,” Seokjin yelps, holding Jungkook back with both hands to his very firm chest.

“Yeah, but you just reminded me of last night and now I’m awake again,” Jungkook coos, squirming on top of him.

“Okay, but we just have time for a kiss. There’s another photo shoot this morning and I don’t want to have to explain to Namjoon why we were late.”

“Okay, yeobo,” Jungkook says cutely, fluttering his eyelashes and flashing his big brown eyes. Seokjin knows Jungkook’s just trying to buy some more time before they have to go back—and he gives it to him. Like he always says, those eyes are his kryptonite.

They lay in the soft sand, arms and legs tangled, enjoying the feeling of just being alone together for a little longer. When the sun peeks over the horizon, they begrudgingly drag themselves apart, getting dressed and packing up their things, wanting to leave before they’re accidentally spotted by an overzealous jogger out for a morning run.

“Oh shit,” Jungkook mumbles, pulling his shirt over his head and poking at the side seam. “I think I got a rip in my shirt when I took it off.”

“That sewing kit doesn’t sound so stupid now, does it?” Seokjin quips.

“Stop,” Jungkook chuckles, bumping their shoulders together as they start a leisurely walk back across the beach toward their hotel.

“Want some jellies?” Seokjin offers the bag, which has become his impromptu breakfast.

“No, but I’ll take a hard candy.”

“I knew you would.” He unwraps the candy, popping it into Jungkook’s mouth.

Jungkook lays his head against Seokjin’s shoulder as they walk hand in hand, watching the sun rise.

“Where are we shooting today, hyung?” Jungkook asks after a while.

“Mmm, car wash I think,” he responds.

Jungkook perks up. “Hyung. Do you think the stylists would let me wear my daisy dukes for the shoot?” he asks, eyes sparkling and full of mirth.

“Very funny.” Seokjin laughs at the thought. He’s seen those shorts on Jungkook privately and he likes them—very, very much. “Wait. You’re joking, right?”

“Army would love them,” Jungkook predicts.

“Jungkook-ah. No.”

“You said they make my ass look edible,” Jungkook reminds him.

“I’m going to tell the stylists to put you in long overalls,” he threatens.

“I’ll just wear them underneath,” Jungkook counters back. “You know, for later. In case you get hungry.” Jungkook grins at him all doe-eyed and innocent like he doesn’t know what he just suggested.

“Kook-ah, seriously—” he starts to protest, then pauses abruptly, pondering Jungkook’s words. “Well, uh, maybe that would be okay. Underneath, I mean.”

“I know how much you like those shorts, hyung.”

Seokjin stops, turning to face Jungkook and pressing their foreheads together. “But do you know how much I like you, Kook-ah?”

“I do,” Jungkook admits, flashing that smile that Seokjin knows is just for him. “I love you, yeobo.”

“I love you too, baby,” he sighs, taking Jungkook’s hand and continuing on their path, ready to begin another day—together. Just the way he likes it.


~~~⛱THE END⛱~~~