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He leaned his head against the cool glass window and watched the rest of the world whiz by. It was dark and Jungkook could see the lights on in the homes the train passed, and he thought of the families inside. He chuckled low. In his lap sat a colored bottle that hid his vodka. He slowly sipped the liquid, running hot down his throat, when he finally stopped at the central station. Brushing through his hair, Jungkook stepped out into the cold, closing his leather jacket a little more to keep the iciness from creeping in. He yearned to be at the club, or anywhere that had mixed drinks, dancing and hot coffee that you would only get if you knew the barkeeper.
He needed to feel warm.“Fuck, dude, you look horrible,” Taehyung was almost screaming over the loud music as he pushed a pot of coffee over to the tired-looking boy. Jungkook ruffled through his hair and shed his leather jacket, to give it to the barkeeper so he wouldn’t need to spend money on the cloak room. “Haven’t been sleeping much. Been on the road,” The raven-haired boy said as he took a delightful sip of the hot beverage, smiling at the alcoholic after taste. Tae always knew what he needed. Turning a little on his bar stool, Jungkook let his eyes wander around the club, when a familiar smile crossed his way.“Baby boy!” Jimin exclaimed, happily hugging the younger, while Jungkook shamelessly let his hands wander down his shirt to warm up his hands. Jimin didn’t mind. In exchange, Jungkook always let him sit on his lap.“Aren’t you supposed to be on stage?” Taehyung nodded at the blonde-boy with a smirk. “Aren’t you supposed to fuck my brains out backstage?” Jimin responded cockily, leaning over the bar and smirking at a very obvious flustered Taehyung.“See, so we’re both not doing what we should be….”A smile played at Jungkook’s lips as he watched the interaction, reaching for his coffee, while the other hand was caressing over Jimin’s heated skin under his shirt. He’d do anything to feel warm. To feel something. To be anywhere, where he could forget for just a few hours. A shiver ran down his spine. “Anything new around here?” Jungkook asked, raising an eyebrow when the dancer turned towards him, blowing out some smoke. He accepted the cigarette from Jimin happily, inhaling the smoke with a smile.Warmth filled his lungs.“We have something like…,” The dancer furrowed his brows, searching for the words, “What is it called? An open mic night or something?” Wiping over the bar, Tae added, “It’s a rap-battle kind of thing. It’s quite cool, actually. You know how Jin always knows the craziest people you can imagine? He invited some of the top producers of Seoul to see these guys. If they are good, maybe one of them…” He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, “You know how Jin is…It’s a chance, most of them are just underground-rappers. This way they get an audience and a glimpse of hope and Jin gets more customers.” Jungkook downed his, now cold coffee and ordered for a shot. Yeah, he knew how Jin was. Biting his lip, he pulled Jimin a little closer on his lap.The dancer still didn’t mind.“Stop fucking around and get to work!” A rough voice shook Jungkook out of his thoughts and he greeted the owner of the club with a nod. “We can’t get rid of you, huh,” Jin was teasing the younger, ruffling through his thick hair, before he ushered Jimin off his lap. The cold crept back into his body immediately. He shivered. A hand on his shoulder made him look up. “Do you have anywhere to go tonight?” Jin asked him quietly and Jungkook’s heart rate went up right away. Warmth spread through his body where Jin had placed his hand. Taking the shot of tequila Tae handed him, Jungkook downed it in one go, not even grimacing at the bitter taste or caring about taking a lemon or salt. Gripping Jin’s wrist, he pulled the hand off his shoulder, dusting it off after. His arm muscles that were playing with every move of his body were bulging against his tight, black shirt. His dark eyes narrowed and Jungkook straightened his shoulders. “Sure.” He saluted lazily. Turning around, Jungkook vanished into the crowd of dancing people. Sweat mixed with cologne and perfume making his head feel dizzy. He looked up, moving his body to the beat of the music, the lights blinding him.He felt warm in midst of strangers.Yoongi was on edge. He didn’t have stage fright. Ever. Though right now he was definitely more tense than he should be. This wasn’t his usual kind of club. Maybe to get a drink - but not to go on stage. It was too… ‘fancy’. Too many people that came here for a ‘nice night out’ and not enough that were there because going home felt suffocating and underground music was what made the night worth living for them.He only knew a handful of his competitors and because there hadn’t been a full list of who would be there he had no idea what the others were up to. Normally he had a clear idea what awaited him, and he was confident because he knew he could crush them in a battle. All of them. But this wasn’t even a battle, this was a ‘performance’, they would show their music one after the other like a theatre show, like… entertainment purely for entertainment purposes. His skin was itching and so he broke his own rule and went to the bar to get a drink. He never drank before a stage. But tonight, everything was different so why the hell not. He wouldn’t even be here if he didn’t need the money. But being purely underground didn’t pay enough. And he needed to pay rent and food and all the other shit that living brought with it, so he had to do this. And he hated it. He could feel it burning like acid through his veins (which was normally a good sign because it made him spit fire on stage - but he wasn’t even sure of this was what he was allowed to do on stage and that was exactly why he normally didn’t go to such places; he didn’t want to give a shit about what he was ‘allowed’ to do!Yoongi downed his drink in one go and then ordered another.While he was waiting for his second drink he scanned the crowd, trying to get a feel for his audience, for the vibe, the overall feeling of the club. It was just as important to know who was listening as to know your opponents. There were the usual partygoers one would expect but apparently the event tonight with some of the rumor of underground names being on stage had brought a handful of his ‘usual’ crowd. Yoongi could feel himself relax. Though maybe it was the alcohol warming him up from the inside rather than seeing one or two familiar faces. Before reaching out for his glass his gaze kept stuck on a figure against his will. He was neither his typical audience nor the average partygoer you saw in the club. He was young and dark; black hair, blacker eyes and he moved with a kind of energy that reminded Yoongi of a fire burning up. Something in its final throes. He took a sip of his drink, never letting the boy out of sight. His clothes looked roughed up, his jeans were ripped but it looked authentic, not the ‘artfully ripped because it’s a trend’ kind of thing that rich kids pulled off when they wanted to look rebellious. Everything about this kid looked sharp and raw although there was still softness in his body and beauty in his face.Yoongi wondered what exactly had brought him here.A smile played on Jungkook’s lips, the sweat dripping off and he lazily wiped over his forehead and lifting his shirt as he stumbled off the dance floor. He could hear a whistle and Jungkook rolled his eyes in annoyance, letting his shirt fall again as he flipped the guy off, while kissing his fingertips. Just as he turned towards the bar, he could feel a second pair of eyes piercing right through him. Only this time, as their gazes met, Jungkook was tempted. The stranger eyed him over the edge of his glass and a smirk appeared on his lips. He wondered if he had ever seen this guy before, but Jungkook was sure that he would remember someone like him. Pursing his lips, he studied the man, letting his eyes wander down his body shamelessly. With a wink, he turned around and head over to the bar on the other side.Yoongi’s eyes had followed him, when the dark boy had danced enough, not caring if he song has ended or if he’d disturb anyone. Strangely enough people made room for him as if his aura alone was enough to give notice of his presence. He wiped the sweat off his face with his shirt, baring his stomach nonchalantly and Yoongi almost inhaled his drink by accident.The younger was ripped.His loose shirt had done well with hiding the absolutely breathtaking physique under it. Even the abdominal muscles on his sides were defined. He wondered if that boy worked a physically demanding job or just really liked the gym. And then he caught his mind going down a really naughty road where he thought about trailing over each ridge and line with his tongue - or how it would look like if he made those muscles tense from pleasure. At that moment the other decided to wink at him and Yoongi actually could feel heat in his face! He had no idea when had been the last time that he had blushed like a school boy being caught at something ‘forbidden’. He quickly turned and took another sip of his drink to calm himself down. He needed to be on stage in about an hour, there was no time to get distracted.Jungkook leaned over the bar a little more, nodding towards Taehyung who noticed him right away. The barkeeper finished some drinks, before he poured in a few shots for him. “Will you stay tonight?” Tae asked and Jungkook shrugged his shoulders in response, his eyes wandering towards the handsome stranger. His heartbeat quickened. “You can come with Jiminnie and I…” Tae kept on rambling but Jungkook wasn’t really listening. He wouldn’t go home with them anyways. He had done it once or twice and only would consider it, if he was desperately needing somewhere to sleep. But the couch they had was pretty uncomfortable and he would never sleep close or even in their bed. Jimin was…pretty loud. He could never get much sleep there anyways while Jimin was screaming Taehyung’s name so loudly all night. He valued them both either way. For everything they did for him.When the stranger’s eyes met his again, Jungkook knew the other was intrigued. It wouldn’t need much to lure him in further. Taking the shot of tequila in front of him, he licked off the strip of salt on his palm slowly, downing the shot right after before he bit into the lemon. His eyes stayed on him and with a smile, Jungkook sucked off the rest of lemon juice off his thumb, putting on a little show.“Who are you flirting with?” Tae’s voice shook him out of his little game and Jungkook just mischievously smiled as an answer. The alcohol warmed him up from the inside and with closed eyes he leaned his head back, baring his neck a little more. “I don’t know, yet. I’m about to find out.” Taehyung furrowed his brows at that but let Jungkook be, returning his attention to mixing drinks. A sudden loud cheer went through the crowd when Jimin stepped on stage, taking up everyone’s attention and firing up the crowd. Jungkook turned around, leaning back against the bar, but his eyes weren’t on the dancer this time.Yoongi’s weren’t either.He had scanned the stage and then decided that the boy was still more intriguing. He was absolutely aware of being watched and so the show he was putting on for Yoongi was twice as sexy. The way he had bared his neck, showing off all that unmarked skin…Yoongi’s fingers tightened around the glass. He really, really wanted to go over and kiss the boy’s throat, bite a bruise into his creamy skin, make him moan out his name in a raspy… wait, he didn’t even know how the other’s voice sounded. He had talked to the bartender who seemed to know him quite well - but Yoongi was way too far away to hear their voices let alone what they were talking about. He stared at his glass and the clear liquid inside, contemplating his options. He could stick to his initial decision and stay focused, wait here and watch the other performers on stage before the rapping section started. Though he actually wondered if that wasn’t doomed to failure as he couldn’t keep his gaze away from the other anyway. So, it wouldn’t really work to keep him relaxed. The other option was to explore this, whatever this was. If the boy would give him a knock-back despite his flirty demeanor then he just couldn’t let that dampen his spirit. And if he did raise to the bait then……well he would have to interrupt their conversation about half an hour in, but he might get out with a number in his pocket and that itself would be a win no matter how his stage would turn out to be. He gave himself a start and walked over as if it was nothing and as if his heart hadn’t just doubled its pace. He leaned against the counter close to the raven haired boy though not too close. He wanted to talk right now, nothing more. Everything else would stay a dream for another time - if he got that chance. “Hey, I’m Yoongi.” He said, just the basics, leaving it to the other to open up or just nod and ignore him.Jungkook turned his head towards Yoongi slowly, a cute smile appearing on his lips that made his nose scrunch a little. Who would have thought it would be so easy? Licking his lips slowly, he let his gaze wander over him once more before Jungkook just told himself to let loose. He hadn’t done this in a while, but it was good to know his old tricks still worked. “I like you, Yoongi,” He said, leaning in a bit further until the smell of cologne filled his nostrils. Closing his eyes, Jungkook dwelled in the heat that was radiating from the other for a moment only to snap back and jump up from his seat. Walking ahead a few steps, he turned on his heel, looking at the other cockily with his hand held out for the handsome stranger to reach for. “You coming or nah?” Yoongi was surprised that Jungkook told him that he liked him so easily, leaning in as if to kiss him. When Jungkook leaned away and got up Yoongi went with him, thinking that the younger had decided to go onto the dancefloor again and ask him to join him. Instead he was walking towards the bathroom, holding out his hand as if they were friends. Confused Yoongi stood still until Jungkook took back his hand. “Where are you going? Don’t you want to tell me your name first?” Still, when Jungkook kept on walking Yoongi followed, quickening his steps to catch up with the other.Biting his lip, the younger looked over his shoulder, chuckling at the confused expression of the handsome stranger. Yoongi. The name fit him. It was cute. Just like him.Without answering him Jungkook reached out to take his hand again and this time Yoongi let him pull him along because he still wasn’t sure what the other wanted.Jungkook opened the door to the bathroom quickly and to his luck there was no one else inside. Most people were probably outside, cheering on the show. Letting go of Yoongi’s hand, he let his hand wander up his arm, but his eyes focused on him. Very, very slowly Jungkook leaned into Yoongi – but not to kiss him, but rather to kiss his neck softly. Just a fleeting touch of lips, before he whispered against his neck, “Let me make you feel good, Yoongi.”It didn’t take long for the penny to drop after that. His fascination with the other must have clouded his judgement. He almost wanted to refuse but then he felt Jungkook’s lips on his neck, warm and soft and they felt way too nice to stop the other from going further. He wanted to ask what making him ‘feel good’ entailed but part of the thrill was not knowing what to expect so he kept his mouth shut. As Jungkook had made the first step he deemed it allowed to get into the other’s personal space as well. He chuckled when he realized that he still hadn’t gotten the other’s name. “Okay, then show me how you will make me feel good, pretty one.” He cupped the others cheek and trailed further down his neck to touch more skin. It was soft and tender and Yoongi leaned in to kiss Jungkook on the mouth but the other turned his head away.“What? Am I not allowed to touch you?”Jungkook stepped away from Yoongi a little, gripping the collar of his shirt to pull him in to one of the bathroom stalls. He closed the door behind them with a smile, not wanting for anyone to bother them. “One rule: No kissing,” Jungkook simply stated and began to kiss down Yoongi’s neck eagerly, leaving a wet trail behind. Opening a few of his buttons, Jungkook hummed at the sweet taste of Yoongi’s skin against his lips. He wanted more. Needed more. The arousal made his blood pumping hot through his veins as he got down onto his knees easily. “Believe me, you want to see those lips doing something else tonight. We don’t want to waste time with kissing.” Jungkook winked at him again, before he opened his pants and pulled them down quick. A gasp fell from his lips and he blinked up at the handsome stranger, “Or don’t you want me to?”„No kissing? But you’re fine with dragging me into a bathroom stall?“ He laughed when he saw that Jungkook was serious about it, suddenly out of his depth as he normally made out a lot with his partners. “Like in ‚pretty woman‘ hu? I won‘t pay you though.“ It was meant as a joke but Jungkook couldn‘t know that, and he saw it in the younger‘s eyes when it hit him that he more or less called him a whore that wasn‘t even worth paying. “Shit, I wasn‘t.. I didn‘t mean it like that. If that‘s your boundary it‘s fine. I won‘t kiss you. Nonetheless it sure is a pity. Your lips look like they were just made for kissing. You have a beautiful mouth, kid.”It wasn’t easy to control his words while he’s had two drinks, the pre-show adrenaline - and a very handsome, very eager man in front of him who didn’t waste any time undressing him and going for it. When Jungkook went down on his knees, opening his pants like he was opening a Christmas present Yoongi moaned low in his throat. “Damn, you weren’t joking when you said you don’t want to waste time. You sure you don’t want me to tell me your name before you touch my cock?”Jungkook didn’t care.Taking a good grip on his length he hummed in delight, wasting absolutely no time to make Yoongi lose his mind right away. He pumped him a few times, kissing all the way up his hipbone until he could lick up his cock and taking him in eagerly. Jungkook loved it. The moment to lose himself in a fiery moment, to make a stranger go crazy for him, their heated bodies pressing against his own. He let his hand wander up Yoongi’s hips and under his shirt, feeling up his body while Jungkook was sucking on the tip of his cock. “Fuck, you taste so good.”His head hit the bathroom stall wall when Jungkook grabbed him tight without warning. He was way too cocky and confident in this considering he looked like he was barely legal. It made Yoongi’s stomach churn a little when he thought about how looks could perceive and that he was hopefully not having someone below their twenties on their knees for him. It took a lot of willpower to talk again while Jungkook was busy kissing him so close to where he wanted his mouth to be. He placed a hand on the other’s shoulder and motioned for him to look at him. A real mistake because the way the other looked up, all doe eyed, with a mischievous glint in them and reddened lips from kissing him - it went straight to his groin. Jungkook smirked when he felt his dick twitch and Yoongi cursed the other inwardly for being such a sight while pushing all his buttons. “I just wondered if you’re even old enough to – oh shit!” He cursed violently as the other swallowed him down quickly as an answer, giving him absolutely no time to adjust. He immediately set a fast pace, one that was tight and wet and absolute heaven and Yoongi felt like he lost the ground for a second. Jungkook definitely knew what he was doing. The hand on the other’s shoulder wandered further to the other’s neck, kneading the flesh there before he gripped into the youngers hair. It was soft and thick, and he carded through it while the boy eagerly blew him. It was incredibly dirty – and so good that it made Yoongi’s knees weak.Jungkook took Yoongi out with a smirk, his hand tightly wrapped around his cock as he moved his hand up and down his length. “You’re really cute,” He said a bit out of breath before taking him down again deep into his mouth in one sweep, only to stop again, “I’m twenty-one.” Jungkook licked and sucked his swollen head with enthusiasm, Yoongi’s throaty voice sending his own body into overdrive. He worked him up and down, taking him in slowly, knowing that Jungkook could take him all the way until he could swallow around him. Dragging his lips slowly off his cock, Jungkook teased the tip with his tongue holding his gaze as he licked, kissed, sucked and nipped. He moaned sweetly, feeling lightheaded from the pleasure that mixed blissfully with the alcohol in his system.Yoongi cursed again, holding onto Jungkook for dear life. He’s never had someone suck him off so enthusiastically and that he knew next to nothing about the other just added to the thrill. He moaned low when Jungkook’s lips closed around the tip of his cock again and his hips jerked forward. “Ah, s…sorry! You just… feel so good! Your mouth… god, your mouth is heaven!” There was some noise outside and Yoongi’s body tensed when he remembered that they were in a public bathroom where anyone could come in. His eyes flickered to the lock just to make sure and closed in pure delight when Jungkook assaulted his senses again. The younger moaned around his cock and it sounded so sweet, so filthy that it made his dick twitch right in Jungkook’s mouth. “Fuck you’re so good…,” He leaned his head back with a thump and a groan, letting go completely and letting Jungkook do whatever he wanted.Jungkook wrapped his fingers tightly around the base of his shaft and moved his hand up and down in time with the rhythm of his mouth, eager to make the handsome stranger come. Jungkook ran his tongue around the tip of it, tasting the salty dew and smirked. “Come into my mouth, please,” He begged so softly, knowing exactly that it would make Yoongi weak, who grabbed a handful of his hair. Jungkook was bobbing up and down, setting the pace and depth as he sucked his cock. He moaned with each movement, digging his fingers into Yoongi’s thigh as he could feel him lock up tight.It was beyond him how someone could beg so sweet about something so dirty - and it hit him right where it should. He groaned, his hips snapping forward again. Jungkook didn’t seem to mind though, he was just taking him in further and Yoongi gasped desperately as he could feel the heat rising. His moans were getting desperate now, more and more with each of Jungkook’s movements that got quicker and quicker, riling him up until he felt like he couldn’t take the tension any more.“Fuck, oh fuck, I’m going to…shit!” He couldn’t stop it, his hands where in the other’s hair and he was fucking the younger’s mouth properly now, taking what he could get while he was climbing his high, getting higher and higher until his muscles tensed, and his thighs started trembling. Jungkook swallowed around him, the velveteen heat enclosing him tight and perfect and it didn’t take long before Yoongi came hard, his cock still in the other’s mouth while the force of his orgasm had him shuddering and shaking.Jungkook swallowed it all, leaning back with a sated look in his eyes. He hummed, wiping over his mouth with the palm of his hand. Very slowly, Jungkook got up leaning against the opposite wall off the bathroom stall. Raking a hand through his hair, Jungkook sighed deeply, as he let his thumb caress over his lips, watching Yoongi calm down from his high.“Jungkook,” The young man announced out of the blue, watching how Yoongi’s expression turned a little more confused as he didn’t catch on so quickly. The door to the bathroom busted open and they could hear drunken giggles nearing, so Jungkook leaned in again, planting a kiss against Yoongi’s sweaty neck. “My name is Jungkook,” He whispered with a smile. The lock turned and Jungkook opened the door winking one last time at the handsome stranger.“Wait!” Before Yoongi could reach out for him the door closed. His pants were still down and so he couldn’t just run after him like that. He had wanted to take care of Jungkook as well but the other had either jerked himself off really unobtrusively - or he had just walked out with a hard on. He ignored the third option (that Jungkook hadn’t even been aroused) because why else would he have lured him into the bathroom and given him the blowjob of his life if Jungkook hadn’t enjoyed it himself as well?His knees still felt a little shaky when he pulled his pants up and tucked himself in. The comfortably warmth that had spread throughout his body from his orgasms hadn’t left him yet and so he felt sated and relaxed, a laid back feeling that he enjoyed a lot. Though it still bothered him a little that he hadn’t even been able to thank Jungkook properly, let alone touch him for real. He smiled to himself when he replayed the feeling of the youngers body against his when Jungkook had kissed his neck, right before sinking down on his knees for him readily.God, he would never ever get that image out of his head!Jungkook got his leather jacket from behind the bar and in an unnoticed moment, he let a few coins out of the cash register vanish in his pockets.Jin wouldn’t mind.Taking the key to the backdoor of the club, Jungkook easily slipped through the backstage area. He placed a kiss on top of Jimin’s hair, when he passed the other. Jimin closed his eyes immediately, dwelling in the attention and Jungkook took the chance to slip out one of the dancer’s cigarette packages from his pocket and went ahead. When the cold air of the night finally hit him, Jungkook took a deep breath. He let the cold creep back into his body until only the smoke of the cigarette warmed him up from the inside.Jungkook took one of the empty beverage boxes and turned them upside down to sit on it. Moving his legs in a nervous manner, Jungkook stared down the empty, dark alley. A smile played on his lips when he recalled the handsome strangers beautiful moan. “Yoongi,” Jungkook whispered and huffed out some smoke. He really liked that name.He stayed outside until his limbs felt heavy and icy, only then Jungkook jumped up a little from one foot to another, hiding his hands deep in his pockets to keep himself warm. The music was thumping loudly, muffled tones coming from inside but Jungkook could still hear some of the words the people chanted. Apparently, some demanded a rap-battle. Not really caring about what was going on, Jungkook opened the door to the storage room, stealing a coke to drink from. Leaning his head back, the young man closed his eyes, the exhaustion from his long traveling settling in. He sighed deeply, putting the coke aside on one of the shelves before he got out over to the little cabinet at the other side of the room. Taking out the blanket Jin always stored for him there, his eyes fell onto something at the very back. A faint smile played on his lips, when Jungkook reached for the six-pack of banana milk. He immediately ripped the plastic and got one tetra pack out. As much as Jungkook hated Jin sometimes, he always cared for him. In one way or another. And Jungkook was thankful. He was just very bad at showing it, like the stolen coins in his pocket showed. But he promised himself to pay Jin pack.One day.Jungkook was just about to get out his notebook from his little backpack, settling down with the blanket draped around him when he heard something that peaked his interest. Whoever was rapping right now was……his eyes grew wide, when a certain lyric made him jump up from his seat, almost spilling his beloved banana milk. He didn’t really catch it, but there was definitely something along those lines of ‘making beautiful boys drop to their knees’ followed by a groan that sounded all too familiar. He had heard it before.Jungkook followed the voice, which sounded rough, angry and so hot that it made a shiver ran down his spine and opened the door to the club a little ajar. When he saw the handsome stranger on the stage, Jungkook couldn’t help but walk in a little more. His heartbeat adjusting to the one of the music while he couldn’t tear his gaze off Yoongi. When the music stopped, it was obvious who won. There was no doubt about it. Jungkook hadn’t even listened to his competitor but something told him that no one could spit fire as good as he just did. Fuck. If he was this good at rapping, Jungkook didn’t even want to imagine how good he was with his tongue in general.Yoongi let his mic fall onto the floor (which made Jin scramble down to try and catch the very expensive equipment, but he obviously failed), the loud sound only emphasizing his win as he was radiating the most confident energy. Jungkook leaned against the wall a bit away from the crowd, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he stood in awe. Just about when Yoongi turned to grab the bottle of water at the side of the stage, waiting for the crowd to calm down, their gazes met once more. A smile pulled at Jungkook’s lips and he winked at the rapper, but as soon as Yoongi turned around again – Jungkook was gone.Backstage Yoongi leaned his head back, his bangs and clothes were sweaty, but he had a smile on his face that was almost feverishly intense. He killed the stage and the night club manager hadn’t just paid him his fee he had even given him a little extra because the reactions were so good - though Yoongi was pretty sure that he had checked the mic first to see if it was still working fine or else he would have repaired it with Yoongi’s money. He would have been fine with it. One thing he loved about being on stage was that absolutely nothing else mattered. Not money, no judgement, no consequences. Before and after those thoughts might turn his head into chaos but the moment he stepped on stage his mind was crystal clear. Icy and sharp - while his blood was lava and his breath fire.He had been surprised by himself when the beautiful boy - Jungkook - and their encounter had filled his mind and he had used it for his raps, telling the crowd that even the most beautiful boys went on their knees for him. Though in all honesty one was enough for him. And though he physically felt completely sated and comfortably exhausted he still wanted more of Jungkook. Especially after their eyes had met again while he had been rapping and Jungkook had been in the crowd, winking at him with so much mischievous as if he held a whole lifetime of secrets in his hands. He wanted to see the beautiful boy again. Not just to say thank you as he had initially told himself - but also because he wanted to get to known him for real. That’s why he went back to the bar after he had payed, still in his sweaty clothes and just as he were.Taehyung was mixing a last few drinks, wiping his hands off at his apron, before leaning in to give Jimin a quick kiss in between. His shift was over, but that didn’t mean they were going home, yet. A pat on Jimin’s ass later, the dancer was on the dance floor again, while Taehyung untied his apron, folding it back together neatly. Just as he was about to turn around his gaze fell onto a familiar face. “You did great! Congrats! You well deserved that win!” Taehyung congratulated the rapper and mixed him a quick drink despite his shift being done. “It’s on the house,” He pushed it over to him with a smile.“Oh! Uhm, thank you. I appreciate that.” He didn’t think that the barkeeper would have time for or interest in anything that happened on the stage considering he saw all the acts all the time for free. “Don’t tell anyone but I was actually a bit nervous this time.” He smirked conspiratorially before sipping on his drink and then turning serious. “That’s why I’m really grateful for that friend of yours who helped me pass the time and made sure I was distracted from the nervousness. I mean the raven-haired one, the beautiful. Jungkook. You seemed to know each other. Is he a regular then? Does he come here often?” He could barely refrain himself from asking for Jungkook’s favorite drink or if he was taken.“Jungkook?” Taehyung chuckled low coming around the bar, before leaning against it casually. “I see. He is indeed beautiful.” Tae observed Yoongi for a moment, trying to see what type of guy he was. Usually the ones asking for Jungkook weren’t like him. Not that…cute. “He’s around often but also not. You see,” Taehyung leaned over to Yoongi, “He’s everywhere and nowhere. But if you want to see him again, maybe you’ll be lucky, and he lets you.”Yoongi let out a disappointed sound at that. “I’m not here to ask for his phone number or private information. I’d just like to… say thank you for what he’s done. So, in case you see him you can tell him that I owe him one - and that he can feel free to collect the debt anytime he likes.” He knocked back the rest of the drink in one go and pushed it across the counter with his finger, back to Taehyung. “Thanks for that. This club seems to be filled with pretty and generous people.” He gave Taehyung a little wink before he got up, making sure that he hadn’t forgotten his notebook, the one he always carried around and which was bursting out of seems because it was filled with so many little sticky notes and paper pieces, photographs inspiration stuff and of course lots and lots and lots of lyrics that he had written. It was time to go to bed now and with rent being secured for this month Yoongi would sleep sweeter than all the nights before.…Jungkook blinked up at the bright sign and walked ahead. His body felt heavy, every muscle aching as he took the last few steps towards the gas station. He didn’t waste any second as he headed towards the bathroom outside, hoping that he didn’t need to ask for a key. To his luck, the door opened immediately and Jungkook stepped in front of the mirror, leaning onto the sink with a heavy sigh. In the dim light he looked even worse, feeling dizzy and weak. Looking up, he grimaced at his own sight. “Fuck, god fucking damn it, Jungkook,” The young man cursed at himself and reached to touch his lip that was split open.“Where have you been?”The words of them echoed through his mind and Jungkook shook his head in desperation to get rid of the memory. Wiping over his mouth, he could still feel the taste of blood. They had cornered him so quickly. He had known what he was getting himself into and still he went there. He had nowhere else to go after a fight with Jin, when the bar owner had kicked him out. It wasn’t the first time Jin had done that. It was Jungkook’s fault after all. He would go back tomorrow and apologize. Turning around, Jungkook grabbed a paper towel and wetted the tip. Jungkook wiped his chin and looked into the mirror again, before he kept on cleaning himself until he was content with himself. Stepping out, he reached into the pocket of his leather jacket to get out the last few coins he had stolen from Jin. His jacket was still dirty from where he had been lying on the ground, so he lazily wiped over the fake leather to get rid of the last remains.It was way past midnight, so there was only one person at the gas station right now, looking rather bored as he was waiting for his tank to be filled. Stepping into the warmth, he let his gaze wander around for a second. There was a booth where you could pay, an overly friendly looking guy behind the counter, sodas, a few off brand snacks. Jungkook turned and went to the shelves, looking around to find something. Anything. He was fucking hungry. He hadn’t eaten in a while.Jungkook grabbed a bottle of water, the one he would actually pay for and kept on looking. Kneeling, his eyes were searching through a few medical accessories, looking for patches but there was only one pack. A pink one, a large weird looking kitten printed on it. “Hello Kitty?” He mumbled to himself, before he pushed it into the back of his pants in an unobserved moment. These were what he wouldn’t pay for.With a smile, Jungkook walked over to the snacks. A few packs of gum disappeared quickly without anyone noticing and Jungkook could feel the rush of adrenaline making his heart beat fast and the energy rush into his veins.Yoongi had pulled his hoodie deeply into his face. He looked like shit but that didn’t mean everyone else had to see it. He lived close by so whenever he was suffering from insomnia again (which was pretty often) and he couldn’t write or compose anything then he would go for a walk and his favorite route would make him pass the gas station. Sometimes he went in to chat with the cashier a little, nothing personal, just a few words exchanged by equally annoyed people. They had great snacks and even though gas stations were always overpriced which meant Yoongi definitely shouldn’t buy anything at all there he had made it a habit to buy a certain type of sandwich before walking to the nearest park where he would eat it and then walk back. This time he wasn’t even hungry, but he still went into the little shop. Maybe it was habit. Maybe it was ‘destiny’. No matter which had led him there he recognized Jungkook immediately. He looked still stunning, his eyes still burning with some kind of fire - but this time it rather looked as if it was consuming himself. The younger looked pale and roughed up and when Yoongi got closer he could see that it wasn’t just dirt but blood and bruises on his face. Someone had obviously beaten him up. Nonetheless Jungkook was apparently still looking for a thrill because one second he had knelt in front of the plasters - and the next he was up on his feet again. Yoongi blinked. If he hadn’t observed the other so closely he would have never guessed that Jungkook had just stolen something. Even know that he knew it Jungkook seemed absolutely normal with no guilty conscious or nervousness showing. He was an absolutely pro. Something told Yoongi that this wasn’t just luck. Jungkook knew what he was doing. He’s had practice. Lots of it.Strangely fascinated Yoongi didn’t let Jungkook out of sight, watching him as he strolled through the aisles, going here and there, looking at a plushy or a magazine - all the while stealing little things so easily that Yoongi was in awe. As much as he knew the urge to just take something out of spite or because you knew you could either pay for rent or food and stealing relieved you of that decision he still had a problem with Jungkook stealing in ‘his’ gas station. Somehow he was slightly attached to his ‘safe places’ and Jungkook roaming around and causing chaos nagged him. So, he carefully got close, steps silent and breath quiet; until Jungkook reached out for something to slip into his pocket again. That’s when his hand shot out and his fingers closed around Jungkook’s wrist before the younger could even reach his new aim. “Now, now. Didn’t someone teach you that stealing is only for bad boys?”Jungkook jerked violently at the sudden voice and the hold around his wrist. His eyes wide and doe like, the most innocent expression on his face, while Jungkook was ready to defend himself any second, when his gaze fell onto the handsome stranger. “Yoongi,” He breathed out in relief, turning a little towards him with a smirk. Jungkook hadn’t seen the handsome man in a while. Five days to be exact. He had kept away from the club, only coming in the early morning hours for Jin to let him in through the backdoor so he had somewhere safe to stay. Until he kicked him out this morning.“What makes you think I am not one?” Jungkook licked over his lips, his gaze was wandering over Yoongi’s casual attire and he cocked up an eyebrow. There were dark circles under Yoongi’s eyes and Jungkook wondered what brought him to the gas station in the middle of the night.A comfortably little shudder went down his spine when Jungkook recognized him, whispering his name in surprise, breathy and perfect with his dark wide eyes and sweet pink lips. “Oh, that’s easy.” He didn’t let go of the younger’s wrists even though they both let their arms sink down lower to not raise any suspicious. “Because you were such a good boy for me, weren’t you? I still remember how eager you were. It would be a shame to have such beauty behind bars where it doesn’t help anyone, don’t you think?”Jungkook only chuckled at Yoongi’s explanation. A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes, when he pushed the water bottle and the bag of sweets into Yoongi’s hold. He even got out the pack of ‘Hello Kitty’ patches and pushed it into his arms. “Well, then be a good boy for me now,” Jungkook leaned in a little more, his hot breath fanning against the other’s neck, “You haven’t paid me back, yet right?” With a wink Jungkook pushed his hands down his jacket again and turned on his heel. He didn’t walk very far though as he leaned against one of the neon signs with the brand of the gas station on it – smirking to himself and waiting.Yoongi chuckled at the boys audacity. But he loved it. It had been a while since someone had sparked his interest like that and he would willingly pay for it in snacks and plasters. He ditched his usual purchases and went straight to the cashier. The man cocked his head. “No sandwich tonight?”Yoongi shook his head. He hesitated for a second, then grabbed a small bottle of vodka and a pack of cigarettes and placed it besides the sweets and plasters. He only now got aware that they had ‘Hello Kitty’ on them and snorted. “Nah, I might have company tonight.” The cashiers eyes flickered over to Jungkook. “That boy out there?” When Yoongi didn’t denied he furrowed his brows. “Take care, he looks like trouble.” At that Yoongi broke into laughter “Seriously? You should tell him that! I’m the bad influence his mum probably warned him about when he was a kid, no ‘real’ job, no regular income, roaming the streets at night with cigarettes and alcohol…”And more. But the cashier didn’t need to know that. The sarcasm was sweet on his tongue. The cashier smiled and took the coins that Yoongi had placed onto the counter. “But you have an aim. A passion. Anyone can see that. Him - he doesn’t have that. He has so much restless energy and nowhere to put it. Even now - just look at him. He’d light himself on fire just for the hell of it.” It was this that made Yoongi swallow hard. A friend of his had said something eerily similar about him a few years ago and it had stuck with him. A sudden urge to protect that boy from himself, to keep him from tearing himself apart heated his chest. But it simmered down just as quickly. He didn’t know him. And he couldn’t even handle his own life so how on earth should he ‘guide’ a lost boy like Jungkook.“Thanks for the warning.” He nodded at the cashier and took his stuff that the other had put into a thin white plastic bag. “Keep the change. Call it hazard pay if you want.”Jungkook had observed Yoongi closely and when he had gone to pay for his stuff, he smiled. He had wondered if Yoongi would do it or not and when he saw the handsome stranger carrying a vodka bottle as well, his smile gotten so big that it scrunched up his nose. Jungkook immediately reached for the bag of sweets, munching on it happily. It didn’t really count as a full meal but he was happy that he gotten something in his stomach. Walking ahead, Jungkook couldn’t hide the smile when Yoongi easily just went with him. He opened the bottle of water, not saying much before he hastily drank it empty, throwing it into the trash he passed right after.“Thank you,” Jungkook said and meaning it. Pointing at the bottle of vodka, he cocked up an eyebrow, “Do you always buy alcohol in the middle of the night and keep boys from causing trouble? Or is this a one-time thing?”The way Jungkook just went for not only the snacks but also the water told him that this hadn’t just been a simple thrill seeking of the younger. He was actually hungry. And thirsty if the way he downed the water bottle in one go was anything to go by. Yoongi carefully eyed Jungkook closer from the side, making sure that Jungkook wouldn’t see what he was looking for. The youngers cheeks looked a little less full, his wrists almost bony and Yoongi wondered when had been the last time that Jungkook had gotten warm, regular meals. He knew it from own experience, how easily you could forget to care for yourself if you were occupied with your passion or stuck in writer’s block, desperately yearning for inspiration while anything ‘grounding’ like food felt like weight he couldn’t carry right now - because there was already too much weighting in him. And then there was the occasional times he got high and just forgot time completely. But with Jungkook it didn’t look like either of that was the reason and he wasn’t sure if the way Jungkook acted all happy and carefree right now wasn’t supposed to hide the fact that this might be his first meal in quite a while.“I think you could say it’s a regular thing. The buying stuff in the middle of the night, not the keeping boys out of trouble. Cause I kind of doubt I could do that with you. You practically are trouble, aren’t you? With your cheeky smile and the criminal habits.” He stole one of the snacks from Kook and saw the way the youngers eyes stuck to his fingers as if he wanted to will them back although he didn’t make a sound. He must be very hungry to panic over losing a single snack. “That wasn’t your first time stealing, was it? You like the thrill? Or did you just forget your money?” It was a gentle way of pushing if the younger had any money on him. “Actually, I had wanted to say thank you for last time anyway. I had wanted to treat you to a meal, but I guess snacks and a drink are alright too.” He nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders curious as to how the younger would react now.Jungkook’s eyes widened immediately, but he willed himself not too look too desperate right away. He had been beaten up only hours ago, his stomach yearning for a warm meal and his body aching to rest somewhere. He contemplated for a moment, just a few seconds really, before he said, “I take that meal anytime. I think my blow-job talents are worth more than gas station snacks, don’t you think?”Smirking at Yoongi, Jungkook couldn’t help but feel his heart hammering against his chest. He had nowhere to go, so who could blame him for taking the chance of Yoongi obviously still being interested in him. And he liked him in a way. Jungkook would definitely not say ‘no’ to a handsome man with an equally beautiful cock.“Hm, I‘m not sure. Maybe you have to refresh my memory.” He was teasing – but they both knew that Jungkook was right. He was goddamn amazing and his mouth too talented for his own good. Suddenly Yoongi wondered how Jungkook had learned this – and if their meeting really was a coincidence or if Jungkook had done this before. If maybe this was some kind of scam and in the end Jungkook would try to steal his money instead of his heart. He swallowed against the lump in his throat and tried to persuade himself that this was just his typical mistrust talking but the thought had already sunk a hook into his mind, apparently trying to take roots there no matter if Yoongi liked it or not.“Why don’t you treat me to that meal now and then I can tell you all about my criminal record?” Jungkook let his hand wander down Yoongi’s neck to his chest. Leaning in a little bit more, Jungkook’s hand wandered down Yoongi’s arm, feeling him up a little but instead of doing more, he simply reached for the bottle of vodka and took a step back again. Opening it with a smile, he grimaced at the rough taste, burning down his throat. “Thought you’d be more the whiskey - kinda guy, though I have absolutely no knowledge about different liquors anyways, so,” Jungkook handed the bottle back to Yoongi to let him have a sip, “What do you think about lamb skewers?”The youngers flirting and nonchalant touches knocked him out of his stride, and he was almost glad when Jungkook choose the bottle instead of riling him up further. “You’re right, I do enjoy a nice whiskey. However, you can’t really get quality stuff from a gas station. And with vodka I don’t care about taste. Only about effect so that’s fine. You like it?” He took the bottle back from the younger taking a sip himself and enjoying the sensation of the liquid slowly warming his chest on the way down. “Lamb skewers, hu? What kind of record do you have that it will last for a meal like that? Did they get you for prostitution?” He got startled by his own words, immediately inwardly cursing himself for talking aloud before thinking it through. As always his sharp tongue was turning his fears and suspicions into bitter, hurtful words, because no one would hurt him if he hurt them first. At least in theory. In reality Yoongi knew damn well that it didn’t work like this. It wasn’t as simple as his subconsciousness wanted it to be, it mostly made things worse and sometimes just really made him want to hit himself. Right now, it was mostly the latter. He was acting pretty disrespectful for someone who had so easily given into Jungkook’s charms. To ease the sting and because he had wanted to treat Jungkook to something counting as food anyway he quickly added, “Ok, lamb skewers it is then. Are there any other rules that this deal includes, or can I treat you to a place of my choice? Cause then I know where we’ll be going.”He slightly adapted their course so that they would pass the restaurant he was thinking of. It was cozy there, familiar, a little informal. He liked it there and was sure that Jungkook would like it too.“Food is food,“ Jungkook shrugged his shoulders while he shoved his hands down his jacket, “And no. I don’t take money for sex. I would never do that,” He paused, cocking up an eyebrow before he added, “But your dick is definitely worth a second meeting and if that involves lamb skewers than I am most definitely sold.” He nodded at Yoongi’s question again, reaching for the bottle to take a sip.“Well I’d say we keep the lamb skewers and anything that might happen after separated. But I’m all in for ‘second meeting’ as you called it.” He gently brought Jungkook to a halt when he almost walked past the crossroads where they had to turn right to reach the lamb skewer place. “Don’t drink too much on an empty stomach though. Cause I’d like to return the favor this time and I don’t want you to pass out on me.”Jungkook was surprised at the offer but didn’t answer – instead he just smiled. A bit too wide, because only seconds after he hissed in pain. “Fuck,” Jungkook mumbled turning away from Yoongi, who was opening the door to the restaurant. He followed quickly but wiped over his mouth as the taste of metal was on his tongue. The cut on his lip opened again, bleeding a little and tinting his lips in a red tone. He licked over it in a weak attempt to get rid of the blood and reached for a napkin right away as they sat down. Yoongi stretched out comfortable when he noticed how Jungkook’s face contorted in pain. The younger was dabbing at his lip and by the look of it he only made it worse. Wordlessly he took the napkin out of Jungkook’s hands. The younger didn’t resist but when Yoongi put two fingers under his chin to tilt it up he looked like a deer in headlights. As if he had thought Yoongi would just take the napkin away because it bothered him and not because he wanted to help.But Jungkook didn’t see where he was dabbing without a mirror while Yoongi saw him just fine. Here in the restaurant and with their faces being so close together he could see the full damage and couldn’t help but frown. He had meant to not make Jungkook uncomfortably and therefore pretended like he more or less didn’t see it, but he was unable to suppress his reaction with the way Jungkook looked up at him now. It was beyond him how a person could want to hurt someone so beautiful. It was like kicking a kitten. Just downright wrong and perverse.Yoongi wetted the napkin a little (considering Jungkook’s had his dick in his mouth he hopefully wouldn’t mind a little saliva) and then gently used the napkin to dab at the blood until the youngers lip was blood free. “There all better.” He crumpled the napkin and then pretending like he was busy studying the menu although he already knew what he would order.Jungkook had completely stiffened up when Yoongi had touched him. He was glad when Yoongi pretended not to care right after, so he did the same. Only his heart didn’t seem to calm down. Jungkook shifted a little, getting a bit more space in between them again. It had gotten a bit awkward, as he wasn’t sure what to say. Maybe a ‘thank you’ would have been appropriate but Jungkook had hesitated a bit too long – so he was happy for the distraction the waiter brought. He let Yoongi decide and just added that he wanted a lemon ice-tea to drink. When he sipped on the cold beverage minutes later, he finally tore his gaze away from the window. “I saw you rapping,” Jungkook began, “Well…actually I didn’t see much but I heard you rapping about something, so I was intrigued. Is that your job? Music?”Yoongi chuckled. “My ‘job’.. I don’t know about that. If you mean job as in what is supposed to help me cover my living expenses then no. But it’s way more important to me. It’s my passion, my drive, the thing that keeps me going.” As sipping drinks seemed to be their way of avoiding awkward silences he did just that before asking “But you know way more about me then I know about you. Which is a little bit unfair, don’t you think? So, tell me about yourself Jungkook. What keeps you going? What do you do for a living if you’re not just busy picking snacks from gas stations and turning heads while you dance.”His heart was beating so hard that it was starting to hurt. Jungkook was anxious. He hated those kind of questions. Because every time he tried to answer it, Jungkook only made himself aware of how much of a failure he really was. He had nothing.Absolutely fucking nothing.He cleared his throat a little before answering, “That’s all I do, I guess. I’m here, I’m there. You’ve been quite lucky to catch me a second time. Doesn’t happen very often.” He chuckled, but realized he was the only one laughing at his weak, self-insulting joke. “I am Jungkook, i’m twenty-one and I come from Busan…,” A second, desperate attempt to talk about himself, “I am good at giving blow-jobs and stealing stuff. I’m friends with a few people from the bar. Jin owns it. He’s nice. Oh, and Taehyung is great. He is an amazing barkeeper. You should ask for special drinks from him!” Jungkook easily switched the attention from him to his friends only shutting up when he saw the food.There was too much pain behind Jungkook’s eyes, so Yoongi didn’t push any further, but he was dying to know more. Surely this couldn’t be all. Everyone had dreams - or at least has had them in the past. How had Jungkook come from Busan to here? How had he met Jin? Did he still have family? All the questions were burning on his tongue, but he swallowed them down for the sake of not scaring Jungkook off. He had only met him a week ago. It took time to open up to someone. As soon as the food was there it took up all of Jungkook’s attention and the younger had started eating before Yoongi’s even had time to access what was on their plates.Jungkook ate too quickly and it reminded Yoongi of a stray cat he had fed who had swallowed his food so quickly that he had thrown it back up before he had realized that Yoongi was safe and wouldn’t take anything away from him. He gently nudged Jungkook’s elbow. “Slow down, kid. I’m not going to take anything from you. Honestly I’m not even that hungry so you can finish my plate later as well if you want to. Just take it slow please. Eating at that time of the night might give you a stomach ache.” It wasn’t really the time that bothered him than the fact that Jungkook might not have eaten meat in a while, but it would be easier for the other to accept his advice if it was more… casual.Jungkook swallowed down harshly, looking at Yoongi a bit confused for a moment. “Oh, no, sorry…you can eat yours, I was just…” Jungkook smiled faintly at Yoongi, trying to keep himself from eating too hastily. He waited until Yoongi began eating, too and then reached for something new and taking his time with it. “Who are your favorite rappers?” The young man asked in between and listened eagerly when Yoongi was talking all about his favorite music. Jungkook was in awe about how passionately the other spoke about music, genres and composing. Yoongi had a dream glowing somewhere inside of him and Jungkook envied that. He never had a dream.Leaning back, Jungkook rubbed his stomach feeling sated and completely full after he had finished almost everything on his own. He rolled his neck, closing his eyes a little while the tiredness was washing over him fast. “Fuck, I need a coffee or something,” Jungkook looked at the waiter, but frowned when he saw that he was already done cleaning the coffee machine. He maybe didn’t have much manners but asking a waiter for a coffee after he had made sure to clean every little tube at the end of a shift was just downright cruel.Yoongi had made sure to leave something on his plate so he knew that Jungkook was really finished eating and he wouldn’t leave him hungry. The younger had quite an appetite but now that his hunger was sated and he was warm and relaxed he could practically watch the other get sleepy. If they would stay a little longer Jungkook would probably fall asleep on the cushioned bench he was sitting on. “Coffee? I’m all for unhealthy habits but maybe you just need some sleep. Do you want me to walk you home?”Jungkook sat up a little, yawning cutely in the process. “Sleep is for the weak,” He said with a tired smile, stretching his tired limbs, before he added with a smirk, “And I thought you’d show me your talents now? You know…I saw how good you can rap. I want to know what else you can do.” Getting up from the bench, Jungkook put his leather jacket back on, watching how Yoongi was getting out some money to pay for the food.“I’m all yours!” Jungkook winked, ready to follow the other home.Yoongi arched his brow but Jungkook seemed adamant on not going home to sleep. “You don’t have to…” He started but stopped himself short this time. Telling Jungkook that he didn’t have to sell himself short for a meal would be the third time that he debased the younger and he wasn’t planning on doing that. Jungkook was bold enough to stand up for himself. Or at least he hoped so. He went after him, enjoying the flirty tone while he still couldn’t help but notice the sleepy look in the youngers eyes. He was glad that they wouldn’t have to walk for long until they’d get to his place. It had gotten cold and even though Yoongi normally had a complicated relationship with his bedroom right now he really missed it.As soon as they stepped into Yoongi’s little apartment, Jungkook’s eyes were wandering around, soaking in every little detail of his way of living. Jungkook liked it. It was warm, but without being too neat and organized. It was a bit chaotic here and there, but there were warm colors, mixing with grey tones. A smile played on his lips when he saw the piano and notebooks, papers and all kinds of notes strewn around it. There was a couch at one side of the room, but books were stacked all over it, so Jungkook went for the bed right away.It wasn’t the first time Jungkook had slept with someone, only to have a safe place to stay for the night – but with Yoongi it was different. He had wanted to. Yoongi was utterly attractive and Jungkook had wanted more the second his cock had touched his lips in the bathroom stall. He wouldn’t mind this and enjoy it, hoping that Yoongi was really as good as his rapping. Then – oh boy – he really needed a coffee before it happened.Yoongi regretted not having cleaned up a little or at least decluttered the couch but then again how could he have known that he would run into Jungkook tonight on his insomnia walk. Jungkook didn’t seem to mind at all and he headed straight for the bed. Before he followed Yoongi got rid of his shoes and jacket - and it only took that little time for Jungkook to nod off. He hadn’t lied down, just leaned back against the wall a little and closed his eyes but apparently his exhaustion was enough to override everything else. Yoongi smiled fondly and then had to shake his head over himself. He practically had a stranger in his bedroom and was smiling like an idiot about that. He must have symptoms of sleep deprivation as well. As he wasn’t sure how long Jungkook would stay under and he didn’t just want to lay down and let Jungkook be he went into the small kitchen to make some coffee. He tried to be quiet but either Jungkook heard him nonetheless or he had smelled the coffee because the next time Yoongi checked on him the younger blinked his eyes open.Yawning again, Jungkook smiled as the smell of coffee reached his nostrils and he propped himself up on his elbows, when a sudden pain pierced through him harshly making him gasp. He yelped, regretting the sound of weakness right away. When he tried to sit up further, he honest to god whimpered and Yoongi was by his side in a minute.“Hey, you alright?” Jungkook hastily blinked again, trying to clear his head and then just shrugged it off with a smile. But his exhaustion was still showing and Yoongi wouldn’t let him off that easily this time. “You mind if I take a look?”It took him a moment to understand what Yoongi was referring to, before he quickly shook his head. “I got the plasters, I’m fine. There’s nothing,” Jungkook leaned in a little more, kissing Yoongi’s shoulder in an attempt to distract him easily. “Had a rough day, that’s all.” He mumbled against his skin, kissing his neck softly.“Mhm…okay.” Yoongi turned his head to kiss Jungkook awkwardly on his cheek. He had almost kissed him on the lips, forgetting about his ‘no kissing rule’ momentarily.If Jungkook told him he was fine and wouldn’t let him see then he might as well undress him. If it was true there was nothing speaking against a little fun - and if it wasn’t he would see for himself in a minute. He trailed his fingers up the youngers arm, all the way to over his shoulder and his neck where he gently played with the hair at Jungkook’s neck. The younger was so deliciously pliant it was making him dizzy. He kissed the bared skin on Jungkook’s throat, careful not to hurt him where his skin looked bruised while his free hand trailed all along Jungkook’s waistline. “Can I get rid of that?” He pulled on the shirt Jungkook was wearing, including the thicker hoodie he wore over it.Jungkook hesitated a bit too long and Yoongi yanked up his shirt easily. He instantly pulled Yoongi over him, trying to keep him from looking too closely and eagerly kiss his neck, biting into the soft skin to tease him. It was a weak attempt at trying to cover up the bruises that the other noticed right away. “They are old, don’t mind them. I fell,…nothing bad, please, don’t stop kissing me,” Jungkook was tired, exhausted and his voice was sounding more desperate than he had intended. He was almost pleading for Yoongi to just ignore it, while he was placing more kisses on his soft skin. His soft, unbruised, skin.Yoongi went with it the first few second - but then he touched Jungkook’s side, really lightly, just a barely there touch - and the younger still gasped in obvious pain. “Don’t take me for an idiot, Jungkook. You’re not fine. You really want me to make out with you like that? You’d be hurting. Don’t be stubborn. Just show me.” Before Jungkook would change his mind he gently pried the younger’s arms away from his body. He looked like he had painted a picture in violets and blues with watercolor and used his own body as canvas.“Jesus!” If Jungkook had ‘fallen’ as he had told him then he apparently had fallen onto fist and shoes. Yoongi knew how bruises looked when someone kicked you. And Jungkook was sporting a lot of them. How he even managed to act so normal till now was beyond him. He must feel them constantly. Without a word Yoongi got up and went into the kitchen for some ice, then back to the bathroom where he got cooling gel, something against bruising and a few painkillers. He placed everything on the nightstand beside the bed and then pushed Jungkook back onto the mattress with gentle force because the younger was awkwardly trying to get up. “Relax. I know how to treat that. Did you already take something for the pain? If not and if you don’t have any allergies I could give you some of mine.” He’d ignore the vodka this time because who really stuck to the ‘no meds and alcohol’ rule? Only sane people. And sane people didn’t get a barely-known and clearly troubled twenty-something into their bed to treat his wounds so that clearly ruled him out.Jungkook was still tense and Yoongi had to tell him again that it was fine and that he should just lie down. “If you’re uncomfortable with me touching you then you can do it yourself - but I won’t let you leave without proper treatment. Honestly, looking at your state it’s probably better if you don’t leave tonight at all. You can stay here with me or I can go next door to take a nap on the couch if you want.” Yoongi was quick and efficient while applying the cream and gel. He could see how out of his depth Jungkook was, but he couldn’t just ignore this. To be honest he wasn’t sure if he shouldn’t be a little offended - because Jungkook either overestimated his own pain tolerance by far or he thought of Yoongi as an asshole who would put his own pleasure over Jungkook’s wellbeing. And that definitely was offense-worthy.“You’re a proper idiot, you know that? Did you really think I wouldn’t notice? Did you think you could just get away with flinching under my touch and gasping in pain when I lean onto you? I like to make my partners scream for other reasons than pain, pretty boy. If you’re still interested after being all healed up I can show you.”Jungkook didn’t move at all, but his eyes kept flickering back and forth, between Yoongi and his hands. He didn’t know what to do, so he kept still, almost stiff. Small gasps falling from his lips each time, Yoongi’s warm hands touched his skin ever so lightly, treating him with the uttermost care. Jungkook couldn’t help but feel a burning sensation behind his eyes that he tried to ignore. He let his gaze fall, while his hand slowly wandered up Yoongi’s arm, not because he wanted to seduce but because he was wondering. Why he was doing this for him, why he even cared. There was an ache deep inside his heart throbbing with the pain, but he swallowed it down, pushing it back deep where it only was a dull feeling and only the exhaustion was what he felt. Jungkook blinked his eyes tiredly as he gazed at Yoongi.“Please, don’t go,” Jungkook mumbled, his eyes falling shut numerous of times, “You’re so warm.” It was his way of saying ‘thank you’, before he closed his eyes, the exhaustion crashing over him like a big wave and swallowing him whole right away. Nonetheless, his hand still held on tight to Yoongi’s arm as if he was afraid to lose the warmth that his closeness was providing.Jungkook was falling asleep right under his hands and Yoongi felt a fondness that he shouldn’t feel for someone he barely knew. Gently he pushed the hair back from Jungkook’s face, looking at the younger who had sleepily asked him not to go a few moments ago, sounding so vulnerable that it went straight into his heart. He looked so utterly young like this, eyes firmly closed, and shoulders hunched forward in an instinctual search for warmth. He had wanted to give Jungkook one of his shirts, but he didn’t have the heart to wake him while Jungkook’s whole bodyline just screamed exhaustion. So instead he pulled the covers further up and then turned up the heater a little. He normally slept in only his boxers, but he wasn’t sure if this would mean overstepping any boundaries for Jungkook (blowjob aside he seemed to be pretty shy with real intimacy), so he put on an oversized shirt to sleep before slipping under the covers.At first he kept a little distance between their bodies but then he gave into the urge to be a little selfish. And didn’t Jungkook ask him to stay because he was warm? It might not have been the most conscious of his decisions with him being that sleepy but hopefully Jungkook still wouldn’t freak out if he woke up with someone against his back. Slowly and carefully Yoongi scooted closer until he could sneak an arm around Jungkook’s waist. Jungkook was tiny without all those bulky clothes to cover him up and it only made Yoongi want to feed him more. He had to be carefully or else he would get himself involved way too much in the younger’s life. Who knew what Jungkook’s life was about. He had his own messes to take care of, he didn’t need those of a young, wild, reckless, beautiful boy that… Jungkook sniffled in his sleep, crinkling his nose cutely like a little bunny and Yoongi was gone. He leaned forward kissing the younger chastely on his nose and then pulling him properly into a warm, safe embrace (not too tight though because of his wounds).“I’m going to take care of you baby. If only for tonight.”When Jungkook left, Yoongi was still asleep. He only left a small ‘thank you’ note by the coffee table, that he had written with an anxious mind and a heart that was beating too loudly so that he wasn’t able to hear his own thoughts. His eyes flickered over to Yoongi, as he tiptoed towards him. He wondered if he would see him again and for the first time in a long time, Jungkook smiled genuinely. There was something like hope glimmering in the pit of his stomach, something that was yearning for Yoongi to come and look for him again. He caressed over Yoongi’s cheek, leaning in to kiss him on his soft skin there. “Please don’t try to save me.” Jungkook whispered, pulling the blanket back over Yoongi’s shoulders and then he turned around.Not once looking back.
A/N: New Story - yay! :) What do you think? Will Yoongi come back and go look for sweet Jungkookie? Or will the other be gone again? We hope you will like this story, as it will be a bit of a shorter one …but we’re working a few more things rn. More stories to come…are we allowed to spoiler? But there’s one about a brothel, a new Minjoon for the ‘Mile High Valentine Club’ AU and maybe a werewolf!AU and a Witch!AU that we’re working on, too. Our ‘Ideas and Stories’ Doc is soooo big, you don’t even want to knooooow… SO MUCHHHHHHH TO WORK ON
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Jungkook leaned against the cold stone, taking in the cold night air. The music was so loud that he could hear every single word, so he hummed along to it completely immersed in his own thoughts. About everything, honestly. About Yoongi, his own fucked up life and about the people he owed his bruises to and money that he didn’t have. Though they had surprisingly fainted a lot faster than usual and Jungkook wondered if it was because of what Yoongi did. Maybe he should ask for the creme or whatever the older had used. He would definitely need that.The back door busted open and Jungkook jerked violently out of his thoughts only realizing now that a smile had stolen its way onto his lips again the moment he had thought about Yoongi.
Yoongi. Yoongi. Yoongi.
He had hoped to see him again soon. Jungkook told himself it was because, he really was curious about if Yoongi would show him the pleasure he promised him or not. He really needed a good fuck. That’s all there was. Sooner or later he would be gone again anyways.“Jungkook? I need your help!” Jin ordered and the younger complied easily. He had made up with Jin, asking if he could help out at the club a little to get a bit of money and to his luck he had agreed. Lifting one of the heavy beverage boxes, Jungkook made his way through the club and behind the bar to bring them to Taehyung, sorting them in for him. When he was done, he earned himself a pat from the other and a warm smile, “Thank you for helping us Jungkook! I think it’s a good idea to work here for you!” The raven-haired boy only nodded at that, feeling the sweat drip down on his back, while his arm muscles strained against the shirt each time he lifted another heavy box.Yoongi had come back to the club regularly. Not for the music, obviously.When he had woken up the morning that Jungkook had stayed over he had been disappointed to find the younger gone, thinking he might have scared him off. Then he had seen the ‘thank you’ note, in small and little shaky handwriting. He had kept it, put it into a drawer, heaven knew why but he just hadn’t wanted to throw it away as it was the only thing connecting him to Jungkook.The first times he had visited the club after that Jungkook hadn’t been around and it had taken him three visits to dare and talk to Taehyung again who had then told him that Jungkook had only recently come back to the club and would start working here. He had even been so kind as to tell him when Jungkook would be there. Which was right now.And Taehyung hadn’t lied.Yoongi had come a little later than intended (a little… discussion with a colleague had kept him) but he still arrived in time to see Jungkook carry a box. Or a few. And maybe just maybe he kept standing there to watch him, just to see him move and his muscles work under his golden skin that he was showing off with a sleeveless shirt.Jungkook sighed, when he put the boxes down again, quickly sorting in everything anew. A happy, satisfied smile appeared as he felt proud of himself for doing that much work. He wasn’t used to feeling useful.“Someone’s watching you,” Taehyung screamed over the music, nodding towards a direction and Jungkook’s heart instantly skipped a beat. It was as if his heart knew it before his eyes could confirm who it was. He turned his head, wiping away some sweat with the palm of his hand when he saw Yoongi. Jungkook winked at him, motioning towards him and then himself showing with hand gestures that he would be off in five minutes. Sorting in new bottles of alcohol had never been so much fun.Yoongi was surprised that Jungkook reacted to him so quickly when he saw him. He had thought that the younger would play coy, maybe even ignore him completely. He was relieved that Jungkook had some kind of work which meant he had income and a routine and colleagues that could help him if he got into trouble again - but he still hadn’t figured the younger out. Maybe Jungkook would be willing to open up a little tonight.“Hey,” Jungkook breathed out, raking a hand through his hair in a nervous manner but it didn’t show on the outside as he played the confident part perfectly. So, it looked more like he was cockily brushing through his hair, than as if his heart was skipping beats whenever he looked at Yoongi. Maybe he needed to see a doctor for that, Jungkook thought to himself. It shouldn’t be normal for your heart to be so jumpy, right?Jungkook quickly pushed the thought aside and leaned against the wall casually, observing the people around. “What’s for our third meeting?” He asked, raising an eyebrow teasingly at Yoongi, “I sucked your dick, we had dinner, we cuddled. If I didn’t know better, I’d say we should elope and marry in vegas tonight.”Yoongi smirked. So Jungkook was being back to confident and flirty. There were no traces of the vulnerable boy he had seen that night. So, he played along, skipping the questions of ‘are you alright’ and ‘how are your bruises feeling’ and answering back in the same manner. “I’m sorry to disappoint but I’m not the marrying in vegas type. As far as I recall you still owe me your crime register? So, you can tell me over a drink if you want. It’s probably strange to do that at the same place you work we could go somewhere else or if you don’t mind we could ask Taehyung to go all wild on us and do some of his special creations.”Jungkook nervously peaked over his shoulder to Taehyung, who pretended he wasn’t looking at all the moment their gazes met. But of course, they were observing everything he did and especially who he was with.“Not here,” Jungkook grabbed Yoongi’s wrist and pulled him along just like he had done the first night when he met the handsome stranger. Opening the backstage door, he wordlessly kept going, passing a confused Jimin, until they stood in the storage room. Letting go of his wrist, Jungkook quickly got two bottles of beer and opened the door to the back alley. “C’mon,” Jungkook smirked, “Or are you scared to be with a criminal in a dark alley at night?”Yoongi laughed at that. “I can stand my ground against pretty boys, thank you very much.” He hesitated a second before following Jungkook outside. There was an old, ratty thing that you can barely call a couch with a duffle bag and some covers.Was Jungkook staying here? He still had no idea where the other lived but if he kept his things in here than… Yoongi shook his head. He shouldn’t assume things. Maybe he just kept a spare set of clothes here in case he spilled something onto him or…whatever else one needed spare clothes for. He was thinking too much. He always did that. And sometimes he would really like to take a break from his own head.The night air was chilly and just what Yoongi needed. He took a bottle from Kook and then leaned against the wall besides him.“Stealing, dodging the fare, destroying property of the city and dealing,” Jungkook said in one rush and took a sip from the bottle, “But the last one was because I was desperate and young. I needed to make money quick. I don’t do that anymore.” He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, kicking a stone on the ground, “I am not a bad guy, really. I’m just trying to get by…”Yoongi arched his brow when Jungkook rattled down his register. He hadn’t thought he would actually do it. “You trying to sweet talk me into thinking you’re innocent? No way sweety. You might have the face of an angel and the body of a god, but you have way more to you than that, don’t you.” He leaned over and kissed Jungkook’s neck fleetingly. “Though don’t worry, ‘bad’ is too simple. I’m not black and white like that. I love greyscale.” He grinned at the younger before taking a sip of the beer. It was lukewarm but the company made up for it. “Dealing, hu? Did you ever take drugs yourself? Just curious…”Jungkook shook his head and downed his beer quickly. “No, except for the occasional cigarette. I was never really interested in drugging myself like that,” He explained with a sigh, feeling uncomfortable being questioned like that. Not wanting to talk about himself further and only knowing one way to escape the feeling, Jungkook put his beer aside and got closer to Yoongi until he could wrap his arms around him. Kissing his neck without any hesitation, he licked along his skin, leaving a wet trail of kisses along his jawline until their lips were only inches apart. It was the sweetest torture. Jungkook’s eyes had gotten their mischievous glint again, one that no one could ever resist.“I’ve been thinking about your pretty cock to fill me up from the day I’ve met you. How about you just fuck me now because, I don’t know about you, but I am getting pretty desperate.”A shiver ran down his spine at Jungkook’s sudden ‘attack’. Who would have known that such a pretty mouth could talk so dirty. He wouldn’t lie Jungkook’s offer and especially the way he made it was incredibly tempting. Though he didn’t feel like taking him somewhere at the backside of a club where anyone could walk in on them. “Desperate? How desperate are we talking?” Yoongi turned them around until Jungkook’s back hit the wall. He wasn’t gentle nor did he feel like Jungkook wanted him to. Only a gasp fell from his lips when Yoongi pushed onto him and Jungkook couldn’t help but move his hips a little against him. “Don’t you think it’s a bit cold out here?” Despite his words he let his hands wander down Jungkooks body until he could caress his skin under the thin shirt. He slotted a thigh in between Jungkook’s easily, pressing closer to him. “You’d let me fuck you out here right in the open?”“I want you to just fuck me, Yoongi. I don’t care,” The younger one breathed out, kissing along his neck and collarbone, pushing the collar of his shirt back as much as he could to reach more of that heated, warm skin. He wanted it all over him. Everywhere. Yoongi’s hand. Oh, his beautiful hands on his body.“Fuck,” Jungkook cursed and pushed him away a little. He grabbed Yoongi’s hand and quickly eyed the watch he was wearing. Luckily for him it was about time for Jimin’s stage, which meant his wardrobe would be empty for about an hour. “Come,” Opening the heavy, metal door, as he turned around to walk backwards a little with a smirk plastered on his face. In the backstage area, Jungkook went right for Jimin’s drawer, searching through it quickly. As soon as he found the lube and the condoms that Jimin always stored there (for emergencies), he threw it both over to Yoongi hoping that the other caught it. Then he opened the door to his wardrobe. Jungkook’s breathing got shallower, the excitement rushing through his veins and making him feel a little dizzy. Biting his lip, he reached for Yoongi, before he locked the door from the inside and pushed him onto the couch.He was on his lap in a matter of seconds.“Don’t you think someone might want to get in there?” Yoongi wasn’t really complaining, he was enjoying the view of Jungkook on his lap. His hands had automatically reached for his thighs and he kneaded the firm flesh under his hands. “Damn, what did you do to get a body like that?” He spread Jungkook’s thighs for him and thrust his hips up, giving the younger a foretaste of what was to come. He could feel himself harden throughout their little game. It was one thing to know that Jungkook would let him have him, but it was another whole level to feel the younger move restlessly in his lap, all ready to cross that last boundary.Jungkook pulled Yoongi’s shirt up right away, licking over his lips at the view as he let his hands caress over his chest. He was moving against the other, meeting his little desperate thrusts and grinds against him. “No,” He whispered against his skin, sucking in a love bite, “Jimin’s gone for an hour. But then he’s going to be back. You think that’s enough?” With one swift movement, his shirt was gone as well, revealing his sculpted chest once more for Yoongi to see. Only this time a little less bruised and the different tattoos standing out that were adorning his body.“Not nearly. I’d like to fuck you the whole night if I could. But for now, it will be enough.” He almost kissed Jungkook on his mouth again, cursing loudly. “Do you still stick to your ‘no kissing’ rule? It’s a shame, really.” He wondered what Jungkook’s lips would taste like and if they were as soft as they looked. Yoongi loved kissing and he was really affectionate during sex so he would actually have to try a little harder to remember that or else he would go for the younger’s mouth again in the heat of the moment. So, he would have to keep his mouth occupied otherwise.He scraped his nails lightly down Jungkook’s back, making him arch a little so that he had his chest within reach. He was so stunning like this that it felt almost unreal if not for the soft proof under his fingers; Jungkook’s skin, his tattoos, his little sighs that made his chest expand. Yoongi made a mental note to take his time and explore the youngers body inch by inch, look at the tattoos more closely and ask about each and every meaning - though now wasn’t the time for that. He didn’t want Jimin to catch them in his dressing room while they were still naked. Jungkooks naked beauty was only reserved for him. If only for tonight.A sudden possessiveness surged through him and he lightly bit into Jungkook’s skin, as if to claim him. As he had his mouth on the other’s skin already he continued with his nipple, licking over it before teasing it with a light bite.“I want you,” Jungkook moaned out, feeling himself harden under Yoongi’s attention incredibly fast. He couldn’t help but be so sensitive when it came down to his nipples. He shuddered in Yoongi’s hold, his hands gripping tightly onto him. But as much as he loved how eagerly Yoongi was exploring his body, they didn’t really have much time. He got up from his lap as gracefully as he could and unbuttoned his pants pulling them down swiftly. “I missed your beautiful cock,” Jungkook smirked and gazed up at the handsome man. Very slowly he licked along his length, humming at the bittersweet taste of pleasure. He was sucking and jerking Yoongi off a little more, only until he could hear him moan sweetly above him. Jungkook was really going for it, working him up so eagerly he almost thought the younger had changed his mind and was trying to jerk him off like this. He would complain if it didn’t feel so damn good to have the youngers mouth on him again, only briefly though because apparently Jungkook couldn’t decide if he should lick or touch him. Just as he started having a hard time to keep his hips down Jungkook stopped and ushered him off the couch.“Get up,” He mumbled, switching places with Yoongi, “You should have been inside of me already, fuck…,” Jungkook couldn’t help but curse, feeling the pleasure rippling through him.His knees felt a little weaker than they should when Yoongi got up, wondering what the younger was up to when he bent down, getting onto the couch on all fours. It looked incredibly hot when he looked over his shoulder, eyes dark and lustful and lips reddened from biting them. That Jungkook was so eager was a real turn on for him and he would give the younger exactly what he wanted. “You need to learn a little patience, sweetheart,” He teased him although his own red cock was on the same page as Kook. He dragged his palm over the curve of the younger’s ass that he presented so deliciously to him. The rough denim was the last thing that kept him from pushing into him and Yoongi dragged out the moment a little longer when he would just pull it down together with Kook’s underwear and see him naked for the first time.“Yoongi, you fucking idiot just go and fuck me already,” He cursed but with a smile, “I don’t have much patience if I know that we can be busted soon.” He threw his head back, when Yoongi let his hands caress over his thighs and up his ass. “Or do you want Jimin to see us? Is that a wild kink of yours?” Jungkook cocked up an eyebrow teasingly and when Yoongi reached around him to unbutton his pants right after, he smirked, “Thought so.” With Yoongi’s help, Jungkook stepped out of his pants hastily. Just as he was about to lean back onto the couch, something held him back.Yoongi’s hold to be precise.His cheeks heated up when he could feel his breath on his neck, Yoongi’s hands caressing his body almost lovingly and Jungkook hesitated. He had expected something else. Maybe for the other to push him back down or be roughly used – but not such sweet caresses. “Wh-what are you doing?” He whispered a bit shaky.“I want to appreciate you. That’s the first time I see you naked. You didn’t even let me see you in that bathroom stall, let alone touch you.” He kissed the younger’s neck before reaching in between his legs and giving his cock a good tug. I want to be the reason you come tonight so I’m going to touch you. That alright with you?”Jungkook nodded, thankful for the strong hold around his body, because otherwise his knees would have given in right away. He leaned his head back, moaning Yoongi’s name beautifully. Melting into his touch and the way he was working Jungkook up, the younger didn’t mind that the attention was solely on him for a bit. Only the growing heat in the pit of his stomach made him aware of how easily Yoongi was playing with him, so he was glad he let go of him soon after. Jungkook leaned forward, getting back onto the couch on his knees as he reached for the condoms and gave one over to Yoongi. Then he took the lube, hoping that there was still enough in there and that Jimin didn’t use it all up. Jungkook poured some of it on his fingers, wanting to prepare himself like he always did. Yoongi put on the condom, moaning softly at the contact. He was so hard he couldn’t wait to be inside the younger. Then he saw that Kook was lubing up his fingers and disappointment flooded him. It could be really sexy to watch a partner do that but Jungkook wasn’t doing that for the ‘aesthetics’, he wasn’t even looking at him. Also, for their first time he wanted to be the one doing it, easing Jungkook into it, opening him up until the younger would squirm with pleasure. It was way more intimate like that. Yoongi carefully took the lube from Jungkooks hand and kissed the younger’s shoulder.He was a little nervous, actually.“Would you mind if I’d do it? Open you up? I promise I’ll be gentle.” There was a silent ‘you can trust me’ weaved into his words and he wondered if Jungkook would believe him enough to agree.Jungkook stiffened up a little the moment Yoongi’s lips came in contact with his shoulder. “You…you want to?” He asked pretty dumbfounded, his big eyes full of vulnerability at that moment. But Jungkook let Yoongi take the lube anyways, his gaze following whatever the other did carefully. “Oh, okay.” Was all he could say. All the man he had slept with before had never been much interested in caring or preparing Jungkook. He always did it himself, trying to be quick so their patience wouldn’t snap, and he was well prepared. Jungkook had his fair share of shitty partners – that much he could say and who could he blame to do what he knew best, if that was all he had learned.There was something in the way Jungkook answered him that made Yoongi want to care for him all the more. If only they had more time! He should have asked Jungkook to come with him, to his place instead of fucking him here but they were both too much into it to stop here and he knew if he told Jungkook to get dressed again the younger would take it the wrong way. Also, he wanted Jungkook, he really did. He just promises to himself that he would do it differently next time.If Jungkook would allow him a ‘next time’.He took a generous amount of lube and warmed it up before placing his clean hand at the small of Jungkook’s back. The younger almost flinched at the contact and Yoongi rubbed soothing circles into his lower back. “Don’t be so tense, please. I promise I’ll be nice to you.” Then he pushed a finger into him, biting his lip because it was fucking hot to be able to touch Jungkook like that. He added a second finger quickly because Jungkook could take it and then took his sweet time with widening him - and searching for his sweet spot. Jungkook either hadn’t expected it or he was really responsive because when Yoongi found it, rubbing his fingers right against it Jungkook jerked and gave a full body shudder that was the most sexiest thing Yoongi had seen.It was a foreign feeling to be worked up by someone else who was eager to find out all the spots that made him moan but he loved it either way. Closing his eyes, Jungkook moved his hips against Yoongi’s fingers desperate for more. He wanted to get lost in the moment completely. Jungkook moaned his name sweetly, pushing back onto him and arching his back beautifully just like he knew it would make people go crazy. “Please, I want your pretty cock,” Jungkook almost pleaded, looking over his shoulder as he reached for Yoongi to step closer. “God, fucking please just take me now!”His self-control could only take so much and Jungkook working himself up on his fingers had stretched it pretty thin. Hearing Jungkook beg for him like this was all it needed for it to snap. He pulled out, wiping his fingers on the couch for him to grip Jungkook’s hips securely. “As you wish, baby boy,” His voice was dark and rough with desire as he snapped his hips forward, sinking into Jungkook’s delicious heat easily. “Fuck! Fuck, you feel so good…” He groaned, keeping Jungkook’s hips still while rocking into him, “How are you still so tight?“It was this ‚still‘ that sliced through Kookie‘s heart because it could mean ‚still even though I prepped you‘ - or ‚still, after sleeping with all those men‘…He willed himself not to think about it further.Yoongi had a habit of saying things that made him awfully aware of who he really was. Just someone. A lost boy somewhere in a big city that was searching for love in strangers. He wanted to be more than that and his heart was aching to show that he truly was more than Yoongi thought of him.He moaned when Yoongi thrusted hard and Jungkook shook his head to stop himself from overthinking. His palm pressed against the cold wall as he pushed himself back onto Yoongi, circling his hips and moving on his cock to make Yoongi unable to speak anything but curse words and his name in the filthiest way.It worked pretty damn well.Jungkook’s skillful moved drew string of curses out of Yoongi that would have brought others to shame. Jungkook just felt so good under his hands, against him, around him. He held onto the muscular body, the softness of his skin a delicious contrast to the hardness of his lines and Yoongi kept exploring all of it with his hands. He didn’t hold back, pouring all of his passion and desire into this, just like he did on stage. He didn’t know how to do things half-hearted, especially not with Jungkook who lured him in so easily just to make him feel like he was swallowed whole by the heat of his own desire.Jungkook’s ass met Yoongi’s waist roughly each time he got pulled back. The groans leaving Yoongi’s lips were turning the younger one on so much, the pure sound of lust making him go crazy with the need. He was taking him pretty hard and fast, his hands holding on tightly and Jungkook was sure he would bruise from it.The good kind of bruises.A faint smile appeared on his lips and he arched his back a little more, while his hands were wandering down his body on his own accord. Jungkook could feel the desperation in Yoongi’s thrusts and how close the other was getting to his release already, that he was starting to jerk himself off to make it even more pleasurable for himself and Yoongi with the way he was tightening around him.“Naughty boy!” Yoongi swatted Jungkook’s hands away, only realizing what the other was doing when Jungkook started to tighten around him every time he gripped himself just right. “You’re.. you’re mine right now.” He gave breathless, open mouthed kisses to the youngers spine before gripping his cock himself. “I’ll be the one to make you come.” He tightened his hold, flicking his wrists the way he had just seen Jungkook do it and was rewarded with a desperate little moan that made something hot pool in his stomach. He dragged his thumb over the tip, taking pride in how wet the younger was. “Still so desperate, hu? Want me to make you come? Will you let me fuck you through it?” He broke off into a moan as a particularly deep thrust made him lose his breath. “Fuck… I’m close! Going to keep fucking you all the way through it. Want to feel you.. .feel all of it.” He was talking nonsense, too lost in the pleasure that clouded his mind while he was desperately chasing his high.Jungkook only moaned in response, gripping on tightly to the fabric of the couch to keep himself on his knees, because he was fucking losing it with the way Yoongi was working him up. He had closed his eyes again, only listening to the sounds coming from the other. His rough, deep voice that was causing a shiver to run down his spine. And then Jungkook let go. He didn’t care about leaving any stains on the couch (he would take care of that later and just blame Jimin), he just cared about the pleasure that was shaking him, tightening around Yoongi’s cock and making it so incredibly hard to keep himself upright. He moaned unabashed, Yoongi’s name falling from his lips loudly.Yoongi followed shortly after. It was all getting too much, the feel of Jungkook shaking under him, the way his whole body tensed before shuddering apart, all those sultry sounds spilling over his lips - and then his name in Jungkook’s sweet, sweet voice. It dragged him right along to know that he was the reason Jungkook had surrendered to all the pleasure. With a hoarse cry he emptied into the condom, regretting that he couldn’t just fill Jungkook up with it. He was possessive, he wanted to claim and mark and keep and right now he didn’t want to let go of Jungkook ever again.Sensually he rode out his pleasure, rocking his hips shallowly into the younger’s plump ass. If his thighs wouldn’t have reminded him uncomfortably that he had been standing in this position for a while now he would have just stayed inside Jungkook for a while longer, enjoying the feeling of being close and connected for a few more breaths before he had to pull out. He tried to be gentle but he had taken Jungkook pretty hard so he could feel the younger hold his breath until his cock slipped free.“You okay?” He soothed over the boy’s back, trying to figure out how Jungkook felt right now. Yoongi himself felt pretty damn amazing. His heart beat wildly in his chest and he could still feel the effects of his high.He felt sated, fulfilled.Alive.“Mhmm, that was really good. You feel awesome like this.” While he had been enjoying himself fully Jungkook’s had the rougher part, so it was on him to make up for it now. “You need anything?” He tied off the condom and then comfortable sat down onto the couch, pulling Jungkook in against his side. But Jungkook only kissed Yoongi’s shoulder softly, smiling to show him that he was fine and got up right after. His heart was beating a bit too fast since Yoongi had pulled him in, so caring, but Jungkook couldn’t. He had gotten what he wanted now, Jungkook felt sated too. And just like with everyone else, Jungkook would move on.He was the one in control.No one else.He pulled his boxers and pants back on and quickly searched for a tissue to get rid of the stains on the couch. When he was done, he reached for his t-shirt and pulled it back on.Something was different.His breath was still way too shallow, his heart aching painfully - it felt the same as if one would lose his phone, searching for it frantically, anxiously and feeling too stressed while you were going through every bag and pocket. It was the feeling he had right now when he thought about leaving.He looked at Yoongi, his confidence slipping back on like a mask. With a smile, he reached for Yoongi’s wrist again and opened the door, when his eyes fell on Jimin’s who just came back, rubbing his sweaty hair dry with a towel. Jungkook quickly pushed Yoongi ahead and into the storage room again and out the backdoor. Jimin always took a shower first before he came out here to smoke a cigarette. Jungkook’s heart still hadn’t calmed down.He blamed it on the adrenaline.“I guess that’s it then,” He finally let go of Yoongi’s wrist, the cold creeping back into his body instantly. “I will miss your pretty dick,” Jungkook said and leaned in to kiss Yoongi’s neck one last time. “You can just go back into the club; just walk straight ahead you can’t miss the entrance. If someone asks, just tell them you got lost,” He saluted Yoongi lazily, his heart hammering hard against his chest. It was better this way, he told himself. This way not even handsome strangers could hurt him anymore, or try to save him, when they were desperately lost themselves. It never ended good. Jungkook’s stories didn’t meant to have a happy ending. He had accepted that a while ago. This way, he was in control. Jungkook turned around and quickened his steps a little. He didn’t know where he was going.He hadn’t found his way, yet.At first Yoongi wanted to answer that there was no reason for him to miss his cock because with a body like his he could have it any time - and that he should probably give him his number in case he got an appetite for it. Then he realized that Jungkook wasn’t flirting, he was saying goodbye.Something cold and heavy in his stomach that suddenly weighed him down made him wonder if it was possible to fall for someone so quickly without participating in the normal ‘routine’ of going on a certain number of dates and talking about your love interests hobbies and dreams and fears before meeting his friends - and everything else that modern rom-coms told you should happen before feelings got involved. Because his traitorous heart very much acted like it had skipped all these steps and went straight for the crushing. It affected him so much to see Jungkook leave right after they had sex that his throat closed up and he felt like a teenager being turned down. Jungkook had so casually shrugged their encounter off as if they’d just been a meaningless hook-up. And apparently to Jungkook it was. Yoongi swallowed down any potential words before he could embarrass himself. His fingers twitched with the urge to reach out for the younger, so he put his hands into his pockets and avoided his gaze. If this was how Jungkook wanted it to go then he wouldn’t be the one to be acting like an emotional mess and cling onto him.He could do casual as well.He absolutely could.So, he just nodded some vague form of goodbye when Jungkook waved at him and then turned before he could stand and stare for too long while Jungkook walked away from him.….Jungkook was panting, his eyes wide as he looked over his shoulder running along the streets at night. It was raining. Cars rushed past him, blowing rain all over his clothes, as he ran through a muddy, cold puddle. Jungkook was dodging traffic as he was making his way further uptown. He turned right, jumping over a fence quickly and then kept on going. He couldn’t stop. He couldn’t let them get him. Hiding in between houses, Jungkook took a deep breath as he looked around, trying to think of a way to get out of this mess. Street lamps created patterns of light in the small puddles but Jungkook had no time to stop and stare.Yoongi. Yoongi. Yoongi.No matter how hard he had tried. His mind had constantly gone back to the handsome stranger. He had never let this happen, let someone in like that but something pulled him towards the other and just like now, he was the only place where he could know that he would be safe. Yoongi. Yoongi. Yoongi. His heart was aching. Jungkook wasn’t even sure if he wanted to see him again or let him in his apartment, but it was his only chance to get away. The only person he was, kind of, trusting right now. To his luck an old lady just came out of the apartment complex and Jungkook jumped in, smiling brightly as he opened the door for her. Then he jumped up the stairs, taking two at once. He was shivering from the cold. The scratches on his hand, where he had climbed the fence, were bleeding but Jungkook didn’t notice. He knocked, raking his hand through his hair to appear as casual as he could, taking a deep breath.Yoongi had just put on headphones when he heard the knocking. He ignored it, upping the volume until there was nothing but the beat filling his ears. Still it was nagging him, chipping at his concentration. He hated being interrupted and he hated it even more if he was in the flow and someone showed up at his doorstep unannounced. His friends knew not to bother him unless he replied to their texts so why the hell couldn’t he work in piece goddamnit! He ripped the headphones off his head and stomped to the door, ready to tear a strip off of whoever was disturbing him.“What?!” He opened the door by just yanking at it. It almost hit him when he saw who was standing outside. He had expected anything but this.“Oh.” His voice sounded more irritated than surprised. “It’s you.”The strange feeling in his stomach was back as if it had never left and it made him so angry that his next words were a little harsher than intended. “What do you want?”Jungkook had jerked violently with how forcefully the door opened and he took a step back. His eyes wide and doe like staring right back at the older. He was taken back with how angry Yoongi sounded and averted his gaze in shame. It was his fault after all and what could he say? The truth? It was the stupidest reason why he had pushed Yoongi away. But it was the only thing he could come up with right now but there was no guarantee that Yoongi would believe him. “I know you have every right to be mad at me. I’m dumb, because I don’t know how these things work,” He pointed between Yoongi and himself, “You’ve been so kind to me. I didn’t know…I was scared that you would try and…You would only want the same things. Just like everyone else. And…” Jungkook paused, cursing to himself before adding quietly, barely audible, “I don’t want to hurt no more.”“What is this?” Yoongi furrowed his brows. “Did you watch a sappy movie or is this supposed to be some kind of redemption for you to sleep better? If so then please go somewhere else. I’ve got work to do. Actual work.”Jungkook didn’t dare to look up. His heart was hammering against his chest, his hands shaking. He had known it was a bad idea to come here that Yoongi wouldn’t believe him. He had every right to. But it hurt, nonetheless. Jungkook had wrecked his mind about it for days, always writing the same question over and over again into his notebook.
Why does he feel so warm?
It hurt to hear the way Yoongi was talking to him now, when before it had been so nice. It was his fault. All his fault again. Jungkook had fucked up before anything could have even started. Biting his lip, Jungkook nodded at Yoongi, whispering another apology. His wet clothes were sticking to his body, the cold creeping deep into his bones and Jungkook shivered. He turned around, when a sudden siren from a police car rushed by and Jungkook jerked violently. His breath caught for a second.Once more he had nowhere to go, only somewhere to run.Jungkook looked shaken, lost. And he was back to looking his age again, young and vulnerable, almost scared with the way he kept his shoulders hunched and his eyes cast down.“Why did you come here?” Yoongi spoke more or less to Jungkook’s back now, but he had to know or else he wouldn’t be able to think about anything but Jungkook for the next few hours anyway. First he had left him standing - and now he turned up on his doorstep looking like a drowned rat. Was that it? If he needed a place to stay and that’s why he decided being nice to Yoongi was worth it again?Jungkook stopped, he didn’t dare to turn around while he was out of breath. His eyes flickering around the hallway as he tried to find the words, the reason why he was here. “B-because you feel warm,” Jungkook said and looked over his shoulder, “You felt safe to me. It scared me.” He smiled faintly, then rubbed his hands over his face. He had nothing to lose. “The guys that beat me up that one night,” Jungkook began, “I owed money to them, which I gave them. One of the reasons I took on the job. I didn’t know what they were doing, I just met up with them at the gas station and gave them the money but just as I was done, wanting to turn around…it happened so fast, there was the police, an alarm and I don’t know what happened, but I freaked out…so I ran.” He sighed, his gaze meeting Yoongi’s. “I don’t need a place to stay if you think that. I just knew that I didn’t want to run anymore. And as I was running…it brought me here. I needed you. I have been thinking about this, about you, for days. It’s not something I just do. I’m lost and I am sorry I hurt you. I really am.”Turning around again, Jungkook closed his jacket a little more taking a few steps down.Yoongi chuckled humorlessly. The only thing worse than being hurt by someone was that person knowing they had hurt you and how weak you were so they could use the same thing over and over again to undermine your control. He wouldn’t let Jungkook have that power over him. “You didn’t hurt me, sweety. I don’t fall for someone just because they are a nice fuck.” He was downright lying but he had practice with that, so he was good at it. Convincingly good. He opened the door a little wider. “You can come in if you want. I’m still warm - I got a heater.” He turned around as if it was obvious that Jungkook would take his offer. “Close the door behind you will you? The neighbors don’t need to know who I let into my place.”Jungkook hesitantly followed Yoongi inside, closing the door behind him. He took the blanket and cushion Yoongi roughly pushed into his hands right away. He was a bit out of his depth, not sure where he should go while the other just put the headphones back on, his concentration back on some music program on his computer. Jungkook just settled onto the floor right next to the couch, putting down his bag to get out some dry clothes. He pulled the t-shirt over his head, not caring that he was walking around shirtless for a little while, thinking Yoongi was too immersed into doing his music anyways. Yoongi was downright ignoring the younger and Jungkook wasn’t so sure if he could make it right with him again. He cursed to himself, settling onto the floor with the blanket. Getting out his notebook, Jungkook started drawing.He felt tense and drawing was always a good way to relax for him.Jungkook didn’t know much about music, but in the past hours he had learned to love the way Yoongi played the piano. His hands were gliding over the keys so fluently that he was in awe the whole time. It was late already and Jungkook yawned, leaning onto the side of the couch, while he was listening to Yoongi playing that one tune over and over again on his piano. He had figured that Yoongi was searching for a way to finish the song, or a new verse maybe. He closed his eyes, not noticing when Yoongi finally put down his headphones, so when he played a note again, Jungkook mimicked it just like he had done before, when Yoongi was stuck and it was getting repetitive – only then the other hadn’t heard him. Another tone played and once again Jungkook just simply sang along as if he was warming up his voice for the whole song.Yoongi had tried to ignore Jungkook as best as he could because he needed to finish that piece! Also, Jungkook had not wanted his presence before so he wouldn’t get it now (if that was petty than fuck it). So much in theory. In praxis it didn’t work at all.Because as much as he liked to think of himself as ‘stronger than that’ simply knowing that Jungkook was in his apartment was enough to fuck him up. He tried to play the tune and just power through it, played it over and over and over again but no matter what he tried or how he went on it didn’t sound right. And Jungkook’s words were still stuck in his head.Nothing was right.It just didn’t work!Frustrated he ripped off his headphones, just in time to hear Jungkook quietly sing to himself, continuing the tune he played with a light, airy melody that fitted his piece perfectly. “What’s this?” His voice sounded rough from not using it for quite a while now, being too immersed in his music always does that to him as if his body had to reboot afterwards.Jungkook jerked again when Yoongi spoke out of a sudden. “I…I am sorry, I’ll keep shut,” Jungkook said quickly, “I thought you couldn’t hear me.” He quickly averted his gaze again, while he wasn’t able to stand Yoongi’s stern gaze tonight. Jungkook felt too tired, too exhausted to fight with Yoongi or make him push him away again. He had wanted to try and fix this, even though he had absolutely no idea how. “No, it’s alright.” Yoongi got up from his chair at the piano and came over. “Just tell me which song you were singing there. It suited the tune well and maybe I can get some inspiration if I listen to it. So, do you know the name?”Jungkook shook his head, “I was just repeating whatever you were playing and then just sang ahead coming up with random things.” He smiled up at the other, who was looking at him with an expression that Jungkook couldn’t interpret. “Did…did I do something wrong?”Yoongi’s eyes widened in surprise, “You just…finished my song? Like that? Do you have experience in this? I mean did you make music before?” He couldn’t believe that Jungkook so casually did what he hadn’t been able to finish for two hours now. And he didn’t seem to have any idea how important it was to Yoongi, “Could you sing it again?”Once again, the young man shook his head to his question about his experience. “I can try if you want me to, but I can’t really sing and only…only if you help with playing the tune again,” Jungkook said and got up.“Can’t sing?”Either Jungkook was fishing for compliments or he had no idea how incredible his voice sounded. He lead the younger back to the piano where they sat down, Jungkook almost timid in the way he looked up at Yoongi. “Please don’t be mad at me if I sound awful or can’t remember it all,” He took a deep breath, ordering for Yoongi to just play the tune a few times – then he closed his eyes.“No pressure. It just sounded nice. You don’t have to sound perfect, just go with what you feel, just like you did it before.” Without telling him Yoongi quickly turned on the recording. If Jungkook got shy with singing for him then he would probably be tongue-tied if he knew that Yoongi wanted to record it. He could apologize later, now he was dying to get that beautiful voice on tape to finish his piece.When Yoongi played the first tunes of the melody, Jungkook just hummed along knowing the piece by heart now. He had listened to it the last hours so many times that he was sure he could never forget it again. When Yoongi broke off, Jungkook just simply sang further in hope that it would help him. They did that a couple of times and Yoongi began finishing the piece, writing down notes and urging Jungkook on to sing again and again. The other was almost manic but Jungkook didn’t care. He was happy that Yoongi was smiling again and that he could be so close to him. Nonetheless Jungkook couldn’t help but feel exhausted at some point, leaning onto Yoongi’s shoulder and wrapping his arm around his, while he was playing, and he was singing along to it. Yoongi smiled fondly even though Jungkook’s clinginess prevented him effectively from playing any further. Nonetheless he didn’t mind. Jungkook had helped him immensely tonight. Without questions, without complaints or asks about what was in it for him did Jungkook tirelessly sing for him over and over again.Like his own personal angel.Jungkook’s voice was clear and stable, fresh like dew and so innocent that it would have suited a church choir. There was so much emotion in his voice whenever he sang that Yoongi could feel his heart swell and within minutes Jungkook had broken through any kind of defense that he had tried to put up around his heart.“Are you tired?” He asked, letting his fingers slip away from the piano. “Maybe we could have a late night snack to replenish your energy levels and then get a bit a sleep?” It felt right to put his arm around Jungkook, so he did just that.Jungkook followed Yoongi into the kitchen, though he hated the moment Yoongi separated from him leaving the spot where his hand was cold. He had wondered about that for days after he walked away from Yoongi.How was it possible for a person to be so warm? To leave the slightest of traces on one’s body, one that he couldn’t just wash away like how it normally was with other people. Jungkook didn’t care about others. But he had cared about Yoongi.He was happy for the snack Yoongi was providing, but this time he tried to eat slowly and not stuff himself. “Thank you,” Jungkook said, his confidence slowly coming back in place the more Yoongi was letting him in again, “For the food and letting me stay here for the night.”“It’s fine. I need to be the one thanking you. You helped me immensely. And in case you didn’t know you have a beautiful voice. Not the ‘kind of nice’ way but the absolutely fucking amazing kind of way. Just so you know.” Jungkook blushed at the compliment, biting his lip to keep from smiling too much and showing how much, it affected him. He had never cared about whether he was good or not. Jungkook had just sung when he wanted to and when he was taking a shower. No one had ever cared about his voice.So, neither did he.Yoongi drank a sip of milk right from the bag and then froze when he realized Jungkook’s eyes were still on him. “Oh, sorry. Stupid habit cause I live alone. Did you want some? I can see if I’ve got another bag of milk in the storage?” He grinned, deciding to tease him gently. “You want some warm milk with honey and cinnamon before sleep?”Jungkook didn’t even realize that it was supposed to be teasing. His eyes grew wide, like one of a child who was spotting his favorite kind of candy. Everyone who knew Jungkook, knew that he loved milk, but no one had ever made him warm milk like that. “Would you?” He blinked his eyes innocently, hoping that it wasn’t a joke.Yoongi quickly swallowed his laugh down. Jungkook looked so hopeful as if Yoongi had promised him a whole day full of bliss. “Uhm, sure, if you want to?” He was glad he had named things he actually had in his kitchen (honey, for when he had a cold and cinnamon, to put over his rice porridge for breakfast when he wanted a warm meal). “Just give me a second and I’ll get you some fresh milk. You can wait here - or look into the fridge if you want. It’s not that much in there but you should find some leftover rice and maybe half an apple and… I had some chocolate mousse as far as I remember. Be careful though I don’t really remember when I put it in there.” With that he went to go search for milk and left Jungkook to make sense of his unusual eating habits.There weren’t many times when Jungkook felt safe and happy but right now was definitely one of those moments. He simply chose the apple from the fridge as a snack, feeling sated enough and too excited about the milk that Yoongi was preparing soon after. When the hot cup finally stood in front of him, Jungkook smiled so big that he scrunched up his nose cutely. He mumbled another ‘thank you’ and sipped on the delicious hot beverage. Jungkook sighed happily, putting the cup into the sink when he was done. “I’ll clean that for you tomorrow,” He yawned and Yoongi held his breath when Jungkook walked over to him as thanks for the milk, making it almost look as if he wanted to kiss him. Instead he leaned into him, full bodied and trusting before placing a kiss onto his neck that made him shudder.Looking after the sleepy figure with his cute nose scrunch and his dark doe like eyes that could gleam so full of spirit or shimmer like they held the whole universe, with his stupidly contagious grin and his sensual lips - Yoongi realized he was gone. Absolutely and irreversibly gone.It scared him properly, to know that Jungkook could pull something like that night in the club and Yoongi would be powerless to do anything to stop it from hurting. Jungkook had his heart in his palm and he could crush it if he wanted. In his fear his first instinct was to close himself off again, to make sure that there was something left that the younger couldn’t reach.Jungkook was sure that he didn’t want him sleeping in his bed again, even though Yoongi had warmed up to him a little more and Jungkook didn’t want to mess with the books that were still strewn all over the couch, so he simply sat back down onto the floor. He arranged the cushion anew and pulled his knees in and the blanket Yoongi gave him earlier over his body.When Yoongi came after him into the living room he saw Jungkook preparing himself a bed on the floor - the goddamn floor while there was a couch right beside him! - and he ached for him. “What are you doing, dummy?” He asked him softly “You don’t think I would let you sleep on the floor?”Jungkook blinked up at him in his sleepy state, pulling the blanket a little closer. “It’s not that bad. I’ve slept at worse places before and I didn’t want to roam around in your things,” He motioned towards the mess on the couch and then to the blanket, “And you didn’t give me these for nothing, right?”“I gave you those to stay warm while I went back to work on my music.” He answered, using a tiny little white lie. Yes, he had originally intended for Jungkook to sleep on the couch - definitely not on the floor - but that was when he had still been tense and angry and kind of lost in his inner turmoil. Now that Jungkook had wormed his way into his heart again there was no use in trying to keep his distance. He would be aching for him anyway so he could just as well invite him into his bed. For cuddles only though. “Unless you’d prefer to sleep in peace you can come sleep in my bedroom. I warn you though I can develop octopus-like qualities in my sleep when I’m exhausted.”Jungkook didn’t let himself be told twice and got up immediately. He caught up to Yoongi quickly, grabbing his wrist to be the one to pull him along. “I told you I like you because your warm. I didn’t just mean it metaphorically!” Jungkook told him honestly and jumped into Yoongi’s bed as if he had done it many times before. “I hope you don’t mind,” Jungkook said and pulled his pullover over his head and threw it somewhere onto the ground.“Mind what? The beautiful view?” Yoongi joked. His heart did a stupid little flutter at seeing Jungkook like that and knowing that he would be allowed to hold Jungkook close tonight like this. Like…like lovers.This time he didn’t keep his shirt and climbed into bed in his usual half naked form, wearing only his boxers. “Only if you don’t mind mine.” He didn’t wait for Jungkook to eye him properly (because it made him a little self-conscious) and instead pulled him in right away. “Let’s sleep, before you find another way to give me trouble.”Jungkook could feel himself blush, mumbling another sorry. It was nice to feel Yoongi’s arms around him, the warmth of his body heat seeping back into him and warming him up properly.“Thank you for letting me in,” Jungkook sleepily murmured, not aware of the effect the words had on Yoongi. He caressed over Yoongi’s arm, as he could feel the tiredness wash over him. But there was something on his mind, that Jungkook needed to ask before he could fall asleep properly. Something he had wanted to ask that night they had slept together but he had been a coward to do so and because he got scared, he ran away. But he wasn’t frightened tonight.“Please visit me again, will you?” Jungkook murmured, shifting a little closer to Yoongi, hoping that the other wasn’t asleep yet.Jungkook’s words hit home because he had let Jungkook in again. Not only into his apartment. But the younger was too sleepy to possibly hint at second meanings so Yoongi relaxed back into the cushions.“Of course, cutie. I’m going to visit you at the club and watch you work again to see those muscles bulge and maybe I’ll tell the owner that he caught himself a little nightingale and that he should let you sing on stage.” He could practically feel Jungkook start to panic so he quickly kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry, I’m just teasing you. If you don’t want to tell anyone then this can be our little secret. That you’re something between an angel and a songbird who can only be convinced to sing with warm milk and a pinch of magic.” If he hadn’t been so happy about Jungkook being in his arms he would have rolled his eyes at his own sappiness.“You’re talking nonsense, Yoongi,” Jungkook mumbled and cuddled more into the cushion with a sweet giggle. “You…you definitely need more sleep,” The younger one yawned cutely and closed his eyes, feeling safe.
A/N: Yay, new chapter! Yoongi letting Jungkook back in… Would you have let him back into your apartment? Will this all work out in the end? We will find out ;) Don’t forget to leave us a comment on how you liked it! ❤❤❤
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Yoongi had tried to be more responsible, he really had but it had kind of turned into his guilty pleasure. It was easier than to think about what was exactly between them. Yoongi didn’t want to reason about Jungkook and he wasn’t mad when his confident mask was slipping back on as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t showed up in a vulnerable state and how Yoongi hadn’t gotten lost in the younger’s eyes that night and he wasn’t so sure if he ever would get out of that maze. Maybe he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to think. He just wanted to live.The moment Jungkook smirked at him from afar, Yoongi knew he needed to have that boy - one way or another.Whenever he felt tense and lost or had been stuck with his music for too long to get out of this mindset himself he came to the club and he would fuck Jungkook right there. Jimin had thrown them out once, when they had stumbled into his dressing room, already undressing each other, blind to everything else but them, when the dancer had yelled at them to “get a fucking room you assholes” and “if you fuck in here one more time I’m going to tell Jin!” - which left them with a little problem right now because although Yoongi had initially wanted to do it ‘right’ and take Jungkook home or even take him out for dinner before, now after all of their casual hook ups it felt incredibly awkward to ask Jungkook out.Their relationship was strictly physical on all levels. None of their conversations going too deep, both too scared to be hurt if they let someone in, when at the same time it was clear that something pulled them together. Yoongi couldn’t deny that he wanted to protect Jungkook, even though he had no idea what the younger was up to each time. He had seen a few strangers around Jungkook and when he had observed the barkeeper, his friend, eyeing the stranger just as warily as he did, he knew Jungkook was into some pretty deep shit again.His own insomnia kept him awake, but his constant thoughts about Jungkook didn’t let him sleep either way. Everything circled around him. His songs. His lyrics. And he wanted Jungkook to sing for him. He was his nightingale, and so listening to his voice was Yoongi’s favorite way to fall asleep. He needed more recordings, more of Jungkook. In a way, Yoongi didn’t want to share his voice, keeping it all and Jungkook to himself, but everyone knew that if you would cage in a nightingale it would die. And how did you catch someone that didn’t want to stay? That learned to run was the only way to feel safe? Jungkook deserved a blooming garden, when he himself knew that he couldn’t provide that. He was an asshole, carrying around as much darkness as the younger. Sometimes words spilled from his lips so fast, that he didn’t realize that it could hurt someone, hurt Jungkook. He wasn’t good for him and Jungkook meant trouble for him. But as soon as he looked into his eyes again, held him, pushed into him, Yoongi was lost again. Nothing made sense and everything circled around Jungkook again.
Jungkook. Jungkook. Jungkook.
“Fuck,” Yoongi cursed as he pulled out of Jungkook again, patting the younger one’s ass and caressing over the soft skin. Jungkook looked over his shoulder and giggled, blissfully gone in his post-orgasmic state. His eyes shiny, lips plumb and red from all the biting. Yoongi definitely was fucked. He couldn’t get enough of him.He had gotten a free day after finally, finally turning in a mixtape’s worth of songs to the underground label he had wanted to work with for practically forever and he had wanted to celebrate it. But they had mostly been fucking, just like they had now, so asking Jungkook to celebrate a personal achievement with him, the other knew nothing about, felt strange. Intimate. So, he tried to pull it off a little more casual.“You know you got to treat yourself to something fancy every once in a while to make yourself feel worth it, right? So… do you want to join me tonight? I’d like to go all out, we could go for lamb skewers again and then grab ourselves some ice cream at that sweets place where they have caramel toffees and chocolate chip cookies the size of your palm. You in?” Because Jungkook didn’t answer right away he got a little nervous and tried to play it cool so he added, “We could go to my place after because it’s closer and fuck in a proper bed for once now that Jimin is onto us. Or if couches are your kink we could use the couch.” He’d really like to sleep with Jungkook in a bed again – even without the sex, just like the first time Jungkook had come into his apartment. He was feeling a little needy for closeness tonight and if the way Jungkook was soaking up attention in general was anything to go by he could use the affection as well.Jungkook pulled his jeans up, looking at Yoongi a bit confused. “Are you asking me out in a fucking bathroom stall after you fucked my brains out?” He chuckled, turning to Yoongi to help him get dressed, because the other was looking a bit dazed.Jungkook’s heart was still beating a little too fast and he could swear that it had jumped when Yoongi had asked him out. “I don’t want you to spend your money on treating me again,” Jungkook said and wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s neck to keep close to him. He had learned to accept the closeness that Yoongi was offering him. Never before did he have so much sex with just one person and no one had ever treated him so well. It definitely took some getting used to and a few, literal, pull backs from Yoongi when he was about to run again. But it was easy. Yoongi had never asked for more than what Jungkook was willing to offer and the other way around. Neither talking about their feelings and just accepting the kind of shelter both were providing for each other in a physical way. Jungkook unlocked the door and got out, followed closely by Yoongi as they made their way outside of the backdoor of the club again. It was quite a routine already. Yoongi flipped a box upside down and sat down, pulling Jungkook on his lap, sharing a cigarette in silence.He sighed, thankful with the way he sat on Yoongi’s lap, so he hadn’t looked into his eyes. “I’d like a bed to fuck in for once,” Jungkook inhaled the smoke of the cigarette and blew it out. It was his way of saying ‘I’d like it if we go out for a meal again’.Unfortunately, that night the lamb skewer place was closed so instead they went to get Jajangmyeon from a place at the street corner where you could sit or stand on tables or just take the food with you. As he had promised Yoongi took to the sweets store later and Jungkook had been absolutely overwhelmed by the excess supply of hard candy and toffees, lollipops and chocolate drops, chewing gum, licorice, soft fudgy desserts and cookies, most wrapped in colorful paper that looked almost too good destroy. To Yoongi it had been worth it to go there the second he realized that Jungkook was behaving like a child on Christmas; he was absolutely fascinated and his gleeful expression when the salesperson gave him a toffee for free to try out their new taste had Yoongi smiling himself. He could have watched Kook for hours like this, so young and carefree as if only the world inside the store existed for now and nothing else but them in the current moment were important. He let Jungkook chose a dessert and then bought him a little bag of sweets for later, ignoring the voice of reason that told him that what he was doing was just downright wrong and instead focusing on Jungkook’s rosy cheeks and his happy, nose-crinkling bunny smile.After that they went to the store and bought a bottle of whiskey that Yoongi said Jungkook needed to taste. The younger wasn’t so sure if he would like it, so he quickly bought two beers on top.He grimaced at the bitter taste of the whiskey, “That’s…strong.” Coughing a little, Yoongi burst out laughing at him and Jungkook hit him playfully. It was the perfect end to the night as they walked back to Yoongi’s apartment. Jungkook slowly got used to the taste of the whiskey and just as he was about to take another sip he realized the bottle was empty already. Pursing his lips, he pouted. “That’s not fair,” He slurred a little, stumbling behind Yoongi as he opened the door to his apartment. As soon as Jungkook felt the familiar warmth surrounding him, he smiled. “Do we have more somewhere?” Jungkook asked, wrapping his arms around Yoongi from behind like a clingy koala as he followed him into the kitchen, “I need some shots or…anything else really.”Yoongi laughed, both at Kookie’s clinginess and his absurd request. “Boy, what kind of stomach do you have to swallow all this down and have room for more without getting a stomach ache!” Yoongi himself had opted for a sweet hotteok as dessert (that he had shared with Jungkook because how could you not with Jungkook looking all doe eyes at you) so now he had the sweetness of his dessert mixed with the taste of whisky on his tongue and it made him feel warm and relaxed and sated. He somewhere warily registered that they might have drunk a little bit too much a little too fast but then Jungkook hugged him again and all his caution went out the window.“If you promise not to curse me for your headache tomorrow and to not throw up on the carpet or the bed then I might have something you might like in the kitchen.” Someone had gifted him a bottle of strawberry liqueur once for helping him with the chorus line of a track but as Yoongi didn’t liked his liquor that sweet he hadn’t opened it till now. “Make yourself comfortable on the couch if you want, I’ll go get it.” He picked up the bottle, hoping it was still drinkable and then two shot glasses that he rarely used so he quickly wiped them over with a kitchen towel.Jungkook happily nodded and walked into the living room area. He smirked as he sat down and pulled his shirt up with a sigh. His body had heated up so much from the alcohol, his cheeks rosy and Yoongi had said he should get comfortable, so he did just that.Getting comfortable - shirtless.Reaching for the bag of sweet he had gotten from him, he was munching on them while waiting for Yoongi to come back.Yoongi stopped short in the door frame at the sight of Kookie eating sweets shirtless. “What are you doing? You playing drinking games without the liquor with yourself? Or just randomly stripping down for me?” He quickly snatched Kookies shirt away before sitting down beside him, placing everything down on the table before he accidentally could knock something over. “I hope you know I’m going to demand that you always sit like this at my place now. It should be a crime for you to cover yourself up anyway.” He trailed a hand down Jungkook’s side and over a tattoo. “I didn’t have the opportunity to ask what they mean till now. Are you down to explain them to me? You’ll get a shot of strawberry stuff for each tattoo explained,” He teased him cheekily, leaning into him and nipping on his neck without any forewarning. Alcohol made him needy - and with being needy for Jungkook anyways that was quite a combination.Jungkook poured in some shots for both of them, smiling at the attention Yoongi was giving him. “It’s just a bunch of random stuff and lyrics and just things that either mean something or are just pretty,” Jungkook said and downed a shot, before he gave it over to Yoongi. He moved closer and easily got onto Yoongi’s lap with a smile and instead of taking the shot glasses, he simply took the bottle to take a sip and pouring in some for Yoongi right into his mouth for the second shot. He let his thumb caress over his lips, completely transfixed for a moment. “I tell you about one tattoo,” Jungkook could feel the effects of the alcohol, his words sounding slurred and he had to rub over his eyes to keep his focus, “You see this one?” He pointed on a small tattoo, “It says ‘to lose your path, is the way to find path.’ It just that…life is not always straight forwards and sometimes you’re drifting and unsure and you lost your dream on the way. But maybe I am not lost? Maybe i’m just finding the path…or something. You should write a song about that.” Jungkook looked at Yoongi with a faint smile, caressing over his cheek sweetly, before he interrupted the beautiful moment with taking another big gulp. He watched the older take a sip, too and cocked his head to the side, tracing the line of Yoongi’s jaw, feeling absolutely hypnotized by him. “Oh fuck, I really want to suck your dick so badly right now,” Jungkook slurred the words his hand soothing over the nape of Yoongi’s neck, the moment of vulnerability completely forgotten again, “How are you so fucking handsome…” A groan left his lips and Jungkook took another sip from the bottle, giving it over to Yoongi.Yoongi easily put the bottle aside, ignoring Jungkook’s little whine and instead ripped his ass. He liked it, the way Jungkook sat in his lap like he belonged there, smile cocky and expression proud, as if he owned the world. “Yeah, about fifty percent of my songs are about being lost - but if this leads me to having you in my lap I’ll happily get lost more often.” Jungkook leaned forward to try and grab the battle again and Yoongi took this as invitation to roll his hips against Jungkook who couldn’t move or else he would have lost his balance which meant he just had to take it. Funny how Jungkook told him how handsome he was when Yoongi was head over heels for Jungkook’s beauty. “You know, you should let me tie you up some time. So that I can kiss down each and every inch of your skin uninterrupted, worshipping your body like you deserve. You’re so fucking beautiful it‘s unreal. You‘re almost perfect.“Jungkook didn’t answer to his question and instead was kissing down Yoongi’s neck. He was ignoring the ‘almost’ that hurt too much and left him aching. Instead Jungkook shifted down and in between Yoongi’s legs while he pulled up his shirt over his head. His hands followed the path he was leaving with his mouth all the way down the waistband of his pants. He palmed his cock through the jeans, opening the button slowly, while licking his lips. He pulled down the fabric easily, a smile appearing on his face when he saw the already hardened length only waiting for his attention but instead of going for it, Jungkook stood up. With a little swing in his hips, he simply turned and made his way over to Yoongi’s bedroom.Almost. At least he was good at this, Jungkook thought.“You’re fucking tease you know that?” Yoongi was up in a heartbeat, reaching out for Kook before the other could even reach the next room, turning him around so the younger’s back hit the wall with a soft thump. Yoongi was caging him in a little, the way he knew made Jungkook gasp if he placed his hands on his hips and controlled his movements. The way the younger was looking up at him made a fire lick at his stomach. He was so perfect, so.. well, almost perfect.Because no matter how desperately he wanted to Jungkook wouldn’t let him kiss him. Yoongi slowly dragged his thumb over Jungkook’s bottom lip feeling jealousy rise in his chest.“I wonder who’s the last person you kissed. And what exactly makes him different from me,” He murmured only half aware that he was talking out loud. “Probably everything. Maybe it was a girl. Maybe you just love girls and fuck men. Do you?” The hand that had sneaked onto the small of Jungkook’s back pushed the younger closer to him until he could bury his face in Jungkook’s neck. “I don’t even want to know how many people you’ve seen those last week, how many men you’ve been with.” His voice turned darker, almost dangerous. “Don’t want to know how many made them fall apart on their cock like I do.” Without warning he bit into the juncture of Jungkook’s neck, hard enough for it to sting. “Don’t want to share you.” He soothed over the bite with light little kisses as if he was apologizing. “Shit, I want to fuck you so badly again it’s like I didn’t just had you before. You‘re so fucking addictive – I always want more!“ He grabbed Jungkook‘s ass as if he were setting claim to it.Jungkook’s eyes had widened at Yoongi’s sudden attack of words. A gasp fell from him, when he had grabbed him so tight pushing him on to him. Yoongi basically called him a whore and it hurt.Again.His words piercing right through his heart, making Jungkook whine quietly. But he couldn’t blame Yoongi, he could only blame himself for it and he felt sorry.“I’m sorry,” He mumbled, as he wasn’t so sure what to say, or how to soothe Yoongi, so he just let him take Jungkook. Just like he wanted.Rough.Hard.Possessive.They had made it to the bed but in his alcohol-fueled state he let the possessive side of him take the better of him, ruining his plans of seducing Jungkook properly, of giving him something nice and warm and gentle. There was way too much insecurity in him, way too much darkness and he let it all out on Jungkook, the last person who was at fault for any of that. When his hand closed around Jungkook’s throat and he pushed into him roughly, Jungkook reached to cup his cheek, caressing over his skin soothingly. “Shh, babe, I’m here, I’m yours,” Jungkook let his hands wander over his shoulders, holding Yoongi tight to him and letting him hide in his neck.It was rough and quick and heated and afterwards when Yoongi was catching his breath again he didn’t feel the same high he normally felt with Jungkook. It took him a while to catch up with his mind and then he realized what felt wrong; Jungkook had tried to calm him.Jungkook, sweet, vulnerable little boy that he was had let Yoongi talk over him and then take him rushed and hard as always, although they weren’t at the club anymore, and they had all the time in the world and a soft bed, and they just had a nice evening together with food and drinks and Jungkook’s shining eyes…When Yoongi looked up Jungkook’s eyes weren’t shiny and joyful any longer. He looked sad. But not the way you looked when you lost something or got surprised with something bad. Instead he looked like he’s had it coming. Like he deserved no more than this. And it was like a slap in the face that instantly sobered him up.“Oh shit.”Jungkook turned to look over his shoulder and showed off a faint smile as he put back on his boxers and jeans. He raked through his hair in a desperate manner, trying to focus as he was still feeling a bit too drunk and his body feeling heavy and exhausted from the sex. Yoongi had taken him quite rough and Jungkook grimaced when he got up, feeling the sting of some bruises.“I’ll see you at the club, okay?” He smiled at Yoongi and then got out of the bedroom, searching for his t-shirt quick. His heart was beating fast in an anxious state, his hands shaking and Jungkook had to fight the urge to run away fast.“Jungkook!” Yoongi got up so quickly that he stumbled, not sure if he was dizzy from the alcohol or from the sheer panic that he had fucked everything up. He had promised Jungkook a ‘nice night out’. Not giving him attention and food - and then using him like this. He could only guess how Jungkook must feel - and it was an awful guess. He felt stupidly lost, not sure if he could run after Kook without pushing him further away or if he should let him go, give him time alone before apologizing, if it would be better to do it now while there’s still time to mend the damage - or if Jungkook was too shaken to really listen to him now. The worst thing was that Jungkook didn’t even look like he was disappointed or hurt. There was still a smile on his face, he still looked soft and kind. Somehow…pliant as if he tried to be as pleasant as possible for Yoongi. As if Yoongi deserved it in exchange for the little gifts he had given him today because he had bought his kindness for a few hours with that. As if this was what Yoongi had wanted all along. He couldn’t help it, he pulled Jungkook in as his throat was closing up.“Oh fuck, Kook, I’m… shit, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to.. I didn’t.. I only wanted to…,” The emotions choked him and rendered each and every try to explain himself useless, so he hugged him close with desperation, hoping that Jungkook would understand nonetheless that he knew that he had fucked up and that he hadn’t meant to be an arsehole. “Please don’t run away from me now, you can stay. Come back to bed… for… for cuddles - or not if you don’t… I - fuck I don’t even know if I got you off! Please stay! Not… not for that I meant you can just…stay? For … for nothing or for… me?”Jungkook was overwhelmed, stunned and completely confused. He couldn’t utter a word for a while, his mind going crazy with his thoughts as he spiraled. Everything was too loud, too much and he felt too dizzy. Jungkook took in a shuddering breath, his heart aching with every beat of it. “For nothing?” He chuckled low, rubbing his hands over his face. Jungkook felt so tired and exhausted. He didn’t want to fight with his anxious heart and mind right now about what was wrong and right. “It’s okay, you didn’t…but you were overwhelmed. I can take it, please, don’t worry. I figured that it’s because of me and I didn’t want to give you more reason to feel bad. It’s better if I just go…” He loosened Yoongi’s hold around him, “I’m sorry I mean so much trouble for you.”Hearing Jungkook tell him that he could ‘take it’ had him aching for him, even more so as the younger himself didn’t seem to feel it himself. It sounded as if he was used to it, to being let down and used and then send away. “But you should have to! Why on earth are you the one apologizing when I just treated you like shit? If… if you want to go now I could understand but if there is even I tiny little part of you that wants to stay then please stay and I promise I won’t… won’t touch you or ask you stupid things or pretend like you owe me anything. You can do whatever you want, Kook. I know that. I won’t cage you in. I have no right to and I’m sorry I said… stupid shit. I don’t know what came over me. I sincerely apologize.” His head felt like it was still filled with cotton and his tongue didn’t work properly. Why did he drink so much. He could only hope that if he was really lucky enough for Jungkook to stay that he wouldn’t talk shit again.“Because it’s my fault, you felt overwhelmed. It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean to just…,” Jungkook sighed defeatedly, “C’mon let’s get you into bed.” He took Yoongi by his wrist and pulled him along and back into the bedroom. When he had made sure that Yoongi laid down, he brought them both a glass of water. “Please, shut up now, okay?” Jungkook simply shushed the other when he was trying to apologize again, reaching for his wrist that the younger had pulled away to keep Yoongi from pulling him in. Jungkook walked around the bed and got out of his jeans to get back under the covers. The younger one shifted closer, so that he could lay his head onto Yoongi’s chest. But he wasn’t tired, his heart was thundering, and he felt a headache coming through.Again, it was Jungkook who took care for him not the other way round and Yoongi let it happen, stunned into silence. When had the younger started to dismiss his own feelings for the sake of his? And even more important: why was he doing this? Nonetheless he was thankful that Jungkook stayed so he kept his mouth shut, following Jungkook’s directions. He even got an armful of Jungkook when the other cuddled closer, but it felt stiff and strange. With a sigh, Jungkook got up on his elbows and looked at Yoongi. “Stop calling me a whore,” Jungkook’s voice was quiet, low and he averted his gaze.Yoongi almost teared up at the way he said it. Hopeless. Lost. He was ready to explain, to tell him that it wasn’t meant that way, but he stopped himself short. He would probably only make it worse right now. And this wasn’t about his feelings but Jungkook’s. So, he said what he meant and what Jungkook needed to hear. “You’re not. I know you’re not. And I’m sorry if I made you feel bad. It wasn’t your fault. And I won’t do it again.” Jungkook had simply laid his head back onto Yoongi’s chest, waiting until the tiredness washed over him and let him forget, even if it only was for a few hours.The next morning, he was gone before Yoongi was awake again.…“For how long are you meeting up with him now?” Taehyung asked while he was counting the bottles behind him. Jungkook groaned, taking a sip from his water as he watched him clean up the bar for tonight’s business. “A few weeks now. I don’t know…I think I like fucking him,” Jungkook shrugged his shoulders, “Fuck, man, do you have an aspirin around maybe?”Jimin hugged Jungkook from behind, placing his chin on his friend’s shoulder, not caring about the other’s groan when he accidentally moved Jungkook’s head with it and made it spin. “Don’t lie, sweety. Also, you’re not fucking him, he’s fucking you. Up, apparently. I haven’t seen you look that shitty in quite a while. And considering how you’re normally doing a pretty good job at fucking yourself up that means something.” He smiled sweetly at Jungkook ignoring the younger’s murderous gaze.“Oh, shut up, Jimin,” Jungkook cursed at his friend, but pulled him onto his lap anyways. “Yoongi and I…we were just a bit too drunk last night. Hadn’t much sleep, either,” He shrugged his shoulders, thankful for the second glass of water Taehyung was offering him. “He seems nice though,” Tae added to the conversation, “Way better than…what was his name again? Jooe? Jo?”“Jooheon,” Jungkook said and rubbed the side of his temples, “Do you think so? I mean…that Yoongi is good?” He quickly took a sip of water, trying to not seem as nervous as he suddenly felt.“Wait, what happened?” Jimin straightened up, alarmed. “Why are you asking this? I thought it was obvious with the way he was looking at you like a fool and trying to be subtle about it or how he tried to ask Tae random stuff so that it wouldn’t be too obvious what he was really interested in when he asked about you - as if we hadn’t caught on already. But you wouldn’t have to ask if everything was fine. What is it?” Jimin’s eyes filled with horror as he whispered. “He didn’t.. did he hurt you?! Kook, are you alright?”“No, no, I am alright. It’s just…sometimes he says stuff,” Jungkook vaguely explained, “He’s always playing this game of hot and cold and it’s getting annoying. One moment he’s the sweetest guy and in the next he says something, that I know he doesn’t mean but it…it hurts?” He bit his lip, his cheeks dusting in a light rose color. He never really liked talking about his feelings and doing so, even if these two he considered his best friends, was strange. “It isn’t the first time he says that he ‘doesn’t want to share me’. He said some stuff last night. I am not good with this, you know that, but I think I like this guy…but then…fuck, god, I hate this.” Jungkook raked through his hair in a desperate manner, “I don’t want to open up to him if he’s going to throw me away like a piece of trash just because he thinks I’m a whore, a fool, or a stupid lost boy. I don’t want him to try and save me, but…but I don’t know?” Jungkook looked at his friends with big eyes and he cursed again when he felt a tears sting in them, apologizing quietly, mumbling something about allergies.“Kookie, sweety…,” Jimin didn’t let him off like this, cuddling him like a plushy because he felt with him, too much actually. “If he’s mean to you then cut him off. You don’t deserve this. You need someone who can…be kind to you.” Jimin had almost stumbled over his own words and said someone who can take care of you. Jungkook might have gotten angry at that as he insisted that he didn’t need help and no taking care of and was absolutely and totally fine on his own. Which was bullshit but he didn’t want to upset the younger further.“You deserve respect, just like everyone else. If you don’t get it from him then dump him. You can find someone better than that.” Jimin was eagerly talking, trying to build Jungkook up while he internally frowned. He had been so happy for Jungkook when Yoongi had seemed to be a nice guy that made Jungkook smile. Actually smile, not because he told him too or because Jungkook was so out of it that smiling was his default mode. Jimin had seen his fair share of assholes around Jungkook and he still knew that he hadn’t even scratched the surfaces. It had been enough to see Jungkook beat up and crying on the middle of the street once he never wanted to see the younger so hurt again. So, he would chase away everyone that didn’t make Kookie better, even if they seemed nice at first glance.“He’s too good for me already, Jimin. He’s more kind to me than anything else…it was just last night. It had been weird. He apologized, though. Right after,” Jungkook explained, “I just don’t know if he wants me for real or not. I’m too scared to ask. Because why would he? I have nothing to offer but…but myself. I am an awful catch. I didn’t even let him kiss me, yet.” He chuckled when he saw the other’s expression, “I don’t want to lose myself in this and I am already falling. Help me, guys, please!”Jimin’s eyes teared up at hearing Jungkook talk like that. “Don’t say that, please. You can’t mean that! You are such an amazing person and it’s not your fault that your life didn’t turn out all flawless and perfect, not everyone has the ‘basic conditions’ for a comfortable life with loving parents and the right amount of money. That doesn’t mean you’re worth less!” Tae gave him a warning glance to not delve deeper into Jungkook’s backstory because it always mostly ended with the younger shutting everyone out. “What.. what did he do, Jungkook? An apology is worth nothing if he doesn’t mean it or hurts you in other ways later.“ He blinked in surprise when Jungkook mentioned the nonexistent kissing. “What do you mean? I know you two had sex so why wouldn’t you let him kiss you? Don’t you like kissing?”Jungkook shook his head, ignoring Jimin’s first question on purpose and explaining, “It’s just a stupid rule I came up with to keep them away from me when I just…had fun. I didn’t want anyone to just kiss me. You…you can easily see if someone is respecting your boundaries or not with it, you know?” He looked at Jimin with sad eyes. It hurt to open up to his friends like that. He had never done that before and if one put one and one together, it was easy for them to notice the reasons why he was trying to keep the control. “Anyways, it just…he respected it and never kissed me on the lips. And I want him to…now, I think. But I am scared that if I kiss him that I will be bound to him. What if he finds someone new soon? Someone that is better? Someone more good-looking?” He sighed and then threw his hands up, “Fuck this. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” Jungkook nodded over to the drinks and then at Taehyung, “Can I get a shot please?”Jimin pressed his lips together. Talking with Kookie about his feelings felt like playing minesweeper. If you were lucky and found the right words he opened up but if you went wrong or Jungkook got scared it all blew up. And also, he just didn’t answer stuff he didn’t want to talk about by simply pretending to not hear you talking. He sighed deeply. In his own world Jungkook’s little rule made sense. Sadly, it wouldn’t keep him from harm though. And it also didn’t make this any easier.“Just one thing and then I’ll let you be: If you’re in danger or if you feel like you could be then call me, please. I don’t want to have to visit you in hospital or wake up to you being a name in the newspaper. Please. Call me if you need help. I know you won’t do it for regular things, and I’ve accepted this but if you’re ever caught up in something you feel like you can’t get out then tell me. And I can be there for you or get help or just make you hot chocolate.” He kissed Jungkook quickly onto his head and then went back to get changed before his next number would start. Tae took a glass and filled it with lemon, lime, a mint leave, some ice - and then filled it with water. “There, that’s all you get from me tonight. You won’t lose your headache with more booze. Also, heartache and drinks aren’t a great combination. If you want to make things worse. So be good and drink water and then go back to sleep. There’s no delivery for tonight. So, you can rest.”“Yoongi wouldn’t hurt me like that,” Jungkook almost hissed at Jimin but the other was already gone. He was feeling annoyed and just wanted to close up completely. He took the drink Taehyung had made and downed it in one go even though it was only water. His brows furrowed deeply, as he listened to Taehyung. “Yeah, I guess,” He got up and looked at his friend with a tired expression. “I just wish I knew what Yoongi really felt,” Jungkook whispered, “It probably won’t change anything. I’m staying here for too long anyways already.” He shrugged his shoulders, not waiting for an answer as he turned around and did what Taehyung had ordered him to do: sleep.Not thinking about something when you knew you shouldn’t think about it was absolutely impossible. Just like that game where you told someone ‘don’t think about an albino llama’. Yoongi had tried to do that with himself and Jungkook but he knew that it didn’t work. The only thing that have given him some piece of mind was when he decided to come to the club at night. Until then he could stop thinking if Jungkook being gone in the morning meant that he was gone from his life too - or just his usual ‘I don’t do mornings’ kind of thing.He actually managed to be vaguely productive and catch up on ‘adult’ stuff, make boring phone calls and pay bills and all that stuff you had to do when you didn’t want to be bothered by people more than they already were bothering you. He waited exactly till it got dark before he grabbed his jacket feeling somewhat proud that he had stuck to his decision. He would sit down at the bar, no matter if Jungkook was around or not and then let the other decide if he wanted to talk or not (and hope that it’ll be soon or else it would put an unhealthy kind of strain on his heart)Jimin had spotted Yoongi right away when the rapper came into the club. He had come up with what he was about to do about half an hour ago, talking to Taehyung and seeing Jungkook sleeping on the couch so peacefully in the storage room. He couldn’t let him get hurt no more. It had pained him enough already to see Jungkook be so confused about Yoongi’s intentions. So, there was only one way to find out.With a determined mind and a smile on his face he walked up to him at the bar, where he had ordered himself a drink just now. “Hey! You’re Yoongi, right?” Jimin asked, sitting down next to him and ordering a bottle of water from the barkeeper. “I see you around our little baby boy a lot.” He chuckled, cheering his bottle towards him with a wink.Yoongi cocked his head. ‘Baby boy’? Either Jimin was very, very affection towards his friends - or he was hooking up with Jungkook as well. There was something bitter in his throat and he swallowed it down with his drink. “Yes, why?” He answered cautiously. He hadn’t seen Jungkook around and he wasn’t sure if the younger was even there and he absolutely did not want to think about where he could be if he wasn’t here considering he still didn’t know if Jungkook even had a home, so any kind of distraction was very welcome right now.“Just curious,” Jimin shrugged his shoulders, “I just saw you guys together a lot lately…I mean, I caught you two once or twice. But who am I to judge?” He chuckled, reaching out for the other, “I never really introduced myself. I’m Jimin. You’ve probably already guessed so, but I am a dancer here.” Jimin winked at him, turning his body a little more towards him. “You looking for him?”Yoongi just nodded as a sign that he had listened, shaking his hand once before letting go. “Not really, no.” What else was he supposed to answer? If he said yes then Jimin might ask why - or even worse get Jungkook for him while he had wanted to leave it open to the other if he wanted to talk. Or…come home with him. Yoongi swallowed hard. It had become routine already and just the thought of never being able to take Jungkook out or hear his sexy little gasps made his stomach churn.“Oh, well, if you’re free then. Do you mind helping me with something?” Jimin said, blinking his eyes innocently, “Jungkook told me you’re great with anything technical? I desperately need help because Jin refuses to update the audio system so I can’t seem to get my laptop to work and connect with the stuff…you know…that makes the music here?” Jimin held onto Yoongi’s arm, putting on his best innocent impression and acting a little dumb and as if they hadn’t a DJ for that kind of stuff. “Maybe there’s something wrong with my music program? I always cut the music myself…and when I try, it either doesn’t connect or it doesn’t play the music here.” Jimin bit his lip, putting on his best puppy face, “Please? I don’t know who else to ask.”Yoongi arched his brow. He didn’t buy the act 100% but maybe Jimin just acted dramatic because it was his personality and not because he tried to get Yoongi’s attention. “I’ll see what I can do - but I won’t be held responsible if it turns out that this thing is beyond fixing, just so you know.” Yoongi downed his drink and then placed the money under the glass.He knew what he had to pay for his drink by now.Jimin grabbed Yoongi by his wrist and pulled him along happily, guiding him back into his private room. “Here, this is it,” Jimin said and gave his laptop over to Yoongi. He hadn’t much time until Yoongi would see that the program was working fine, so Jimin acted casually. Leaning over his little dressing table, he looked at himself in the mirror, applying a bit of makeup before he simply took off his t-shirt as if he was about to get ready for a show.Yoongi got to work immediately, checking the different functions of the program but everything seemed to work just fine. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Jimin undressing and looked up to see what this was about. As the other rummaged around, apparently looking for some stage outfit Yoongi filed it under ‘habit of someone who undresses too often to care for naked skin’and simply closed the laptop. “The program’s fine. So, it must be the cable that’s the problem. Maybe you can get someone to lend you another for tonight and then buy a new one.” He got up, ready to leave.“Thank you! I guess that’s what I will do tonight. You don’t have a cable with you, do you?” Jimin chuckled, not ready to let Yoongi go, yet. There was some things he needed to do first. He couldn’t let him hurt Jungkook, not before knowing what his true intentions were and if his interest for the younger was real or just for the show. “Why don’t you stay here a little?”“Yeah, sure, I always take cables with m…” the sentence ended abruptly when Jimin made him sit back onto the couch and suddenly he was pretty close and pretty much on his lap and also still pretty shirtless. Jimin’s hands wandering up Yoongi’s chest and to his neck, as he shifted a little closer.Yoongi blinked, trying to process how it had come from talking cables to having a half-naked dancer in his lap. A damn attractive one at that. His hands went to Jimin’s hips out of habit, half because that’s what he always did with Kook and half because he wanted to keep Jimin from scooting closer. He didn’t quite get what the other was doing there. “You’re Jungkook’s friend right?” If Jimin was and he knew that they were fucking than that left two options: Jimin wasn’t a really good friend - or he knew that Jungkook wouldn’t mind because it was just a casual hook up to Kook. Neither was a very pleasant truth.Jimin moved his hips a little, grinding against Yoongi. “You’re not his boyfriend, right?” He simply answered and leaned in to him more, his hot breath fanning against Yoongi’s neck. “You can do whatever you want, right? Jungkook isn’t here.” A moan slipped past his lips and Jimin bared his neck a little, giving his act his all. “Please,” Jimin mouthed along his neck, leaving a few kisses there, his own lips now only inches away from Yoongi’s. “Kiss me, please.”Yoongi suppressed a sound at the way Jimin moved his hips absolutely perfect against him. He definitely didn’t lie about being a dancer, he knew how to use his body. And he was right, he wasn’t Jungkook’s boyfriend. And Jimin knew that because Jungkook must have told him. Or because he didn’t do boyfriends at all. Which was fine. Because he, Min Yoongi, didn’t do boyfriends either. He was free to do whatever the fuck he wanted just like Jimin had said. Getting your heart involved only made sure you got hurt.It was nice what Jimin was doing. And the others plush lips looked they were absolutely made for kissing.Still this didn’t feel right.Even if Jungkook didn’t mind, he did. And right now, Jungkook was too close to his heart for him to just go fuck around even if he had the perfect opportunity and Jimin was downright amazing and it would probably end in mind blowing sex. But he could lie to himself all he wanted - he couldn’t get rid of his feelings.“Ok, that’s enough. You look great and I’m sure you’re an awesome fuck. But I’m not feeling it right now. So, could you please get off my lap?”Jimin froze still, not moving an inch just looking at Yoongi closely. He could definitely feel the heat coming from him, the arousal that he had from his movements on his lap – so…Sex couldn’t be what he was interested in. He pursed his lips into a pout, pointing at his chest, right above his heart, “Is there someone else already waiting for you, huh? Someone better?”“No, there’s not. As you said I’m not Jungkook’s boyfriend. But I don’t need anyone else right now.” He had already said too much. Jimin didn’t need to know that about him. He pinched Jimin’s thigh to get him to move off of him. He had already asked once he wouldn’t do it again. If Jimin wouldn’t move he would simply throw him off. “Is this what you do? You and Jungkook?” Maybe it wasn’t a coincidence that Jimin had brought him here. Maybe the reason why Jungkook knew Jimin’s schedule by heart was because he was used to coming here… when Jimin was there to do whatever Jimin had been planning on doing with him. Or he used the free time otherwise. With other people. Yoongi frowned.“Don’t talk such nonsense!” He said with a bitter but amused tone, “As much trouble Jungkook can be he would never play around like that. Especially not with you.” Getting up from his lap, Jimin rolled his eyes but didn’t move much so Yoongi still couldn’t get up completely. “You fucking with me, huh? Don’t play the ‘I don’t need anyone’ card with me. You may not be his boyfriend, but you want to be. A blind man can see that,” Jimin said and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “You, my dear, are in love or otherwise you wouldn’t have cared to fuck me. Jungkook means something to you. More than you like to admit, right?”Yoongi jumped up immediately. It was one thing to get close to him physically - but a completely different thing to try and get close to him emotionally. He barely knew Jimin. How dared he assuming to know his heart?“I thought you were a dancer not a psychic?” He answered sharply. “And what do you mean Jungkook would never play around like that? You know how we meet? I pretty much doubt I’ve been the first one he’d gone on his knees for in a bathroom stall. You don’t do it like that if you haven’t done it before. And even if he is promiscuous, I don’t care, we’re not a… a thing and that’s fine because I don’t even know him! I don’t know where he lives, I don’t know if he has family. Hell, I don’t even know his last name. Maybe his name isn’t even Jungkook.” His hand started shaking like it did when he had been stuck in his head too long. “I don’t need to listen to you. I need a drink.”Jimin shook his head, chuckling low, “You really don’t see it? Jungkook never comes back around.” Taking a step closer to him, Jimin kept Yoongi from moving further, but his voice was sounding a lot calmer now, “C’mon. I will show you something.”Walking ahead, Jimin was waiting for Yoongi to follow, “Just…come, please. You will understand if you see it.” His heart was beating a little too fast, when Jimin opened the door to the storage room, guiding Yoongi around a few shelves. They hadn’t had much time, because Jimin had no idea where Jungkook was and if the younger ever found out he showed Yoongi this – he would freak out completely. Yoongi followed Jimin with a nervous little buzz under his skin, still on edge. He wasn‘t sure if what Jimin was trying to lure him in again or piss him off or if he really wanted to show him something. He felt uncomfortable the more they had to round shelves and boxes because what on earth could be in the furthest hidden corner that he had to see?A little space opened up behind them, just about a few feet wide, enough for an air mattress to fit there and Jungkook’s things to have a safe place. Jimin, who still was shirtless, was shivering. It was cold in here, way too cold for someone to stay here.“You wanted to know where he lives…”When Jimin stopped he didn‘t have to say a word for Yoongi to understand. It looked similar to the sleeping place that he had seen when Jungkook had led him out the back door the first time. It had been cleaned up the other times he was there, so he had thought that Jungkook had stayed just once or simply taken a nap. And asking personal stuff straightforward made Jungkook close up like a clamshell most of the time so he hadn‘t asked about any of this. Maybe Jimin could give him some answers instead, if he was already showing him this. Yoongi pulled his hoodie tighter around him. It was pretty damn cold in here. “Where did he sleep before this?“ He tried to keep it vague because this way Jimin could tell him as much or as little as he deemed fit.Jimin motioned for Yoongi to follow him back again, not wanting to get surprised by Jungkook. He only answered his question, when they were back in Jimin’s dressing room. “We actually don’t really know,” He answered honestly, “He had been gone for a couple of months and just recently came back. Kookie does sleep here a lot though, refusing to go home with us or Jin.” With a sigh he added, “His name is Jeon Jungkook. And I think the rest is up to him if he ever wants to decide to tell you. I am sorry I tried to trick you into making out with me. I saw him getting hurt one too many times.”Yoongi scoffed, “So you were testing me, trying to see if I’m “faithful”? What would you have done if I’d said yes?” He was rather amused than offended. Also asking this kept his mind off the thought of where Jungkook was from - and if he’s had to sleep on the street before staying here at the club. “I would have murdered you,” Jimin stated coldly, staring right back into Yoongi’s eyes and not moving an inch. Only then he laughed but quickly added, “No but seriously. If you hurt him, I will fucking come for you.” Yoongi smiled humorlessly. “Just a little tip, try to put a shirt on next time you try to be intimidating. And maybe try to look less sweet.”Yoongi hesitated and then nonetheless pushed further. “I know Jungkook would never move in with me and I don’t know if I could handle a constant presence at home - or if he could handle me, that is - but I wouldn’t mind him staying over more often. Or staying till breakfast for once, actually. Any idea as to how I could achieve that without creeping him out?”Jimin only shrugged his shoulder at Yoongi’s question, “Maybe start with admitting that you like him and stop playing games with him? He will be too afraid to do something on his own,” Jimin sighed, raking a hand through his hair as he leaned over to Yoongi, “Listen, he came here today and was pretty out of it. He likes you and I think for once, you could be someone that he can open up to again. I don’t know what happened, but please, be gentle with him.” Reaching out for Yoongi’s hand, Jimin looked at him in all earnest, “If you want Jungkook, really want to try to work things out, then please be patient with him and his run away antics. He deserves to be cared for.”Yoongi shook his head, “I’m not ‘playing games’ with him. I’m just… I’m not the easiest to be with. And sometimes I don’t know if I can trust people or like them at all. I’m…” He stopped, he didn’t want to tell Jimin all this about him, no one was supposed to know. He would have preferred to ignore it himself if it didn’t come back to bite him in the ass every now and then. “It’s just difficult, okay? Besides I did treat him to lamb skewers and asked him to stay and all that shit I’m not going to spell it out for him. Who knows if he even likes me. Maybe I’m just a lesser evil in his life. One can’t be picky if you have no one else. Doesn’t mean he has to like me.” He sounded like a stubborn child and he knew it, but it still bothered him that there was a teeny tiny potential chance this was true for Jungkook. “Everyone deserves to be cared for. It’s just that life doesn’t give a shit about that and fucks you over nonetheless.” He pulled back his hand, “I’m neither a good person nor a safe place for him. I’d like to be but I’m not. So, I can’t promise him - or you - things I know I cannot keep.”Jimin nodded at that, “Life isn’t fair and maybe I articulate myself wrongly… I can tell you that Jungkook likes you. And how can you blame him, when never in his life anyone treated him to anything? The first time we took him out to dinner, he ate so fast that I was scared he would get a stomach ache from it,” Jimin chuckled at the fond memory, before he stood up from his chair again, his voice getting a serious tone, “Either way. You don’t have to promise me anything. But if you think you’re not good for him and that you will seriously hurt him, then I want you…”“Don’t go,” A whispered voice behind Jimin said and made him jerk around, his eyes growing wide as plates when he saw Jungkook standing at the door frame. His breathing was shallow, his heart beating fast with his anxious mind racing with the words that both had said. Jungkook hadn’t heard it all, but enough to make him feel scared.“I…I don’t think you’re difficult…”For a second Yoongi felt angry because he thought Jimin had led him on only to see the shocked expression on the others face. Then he felt scared. How much had Jungkook heard? Had he scared him off? Was he an easy target now? Had he made himself vulnerable? The silence weighted heavy on him, heavy enough to take a step back. Jungkook looked small, holding onto the door frame as if he needed support. He looked like Yoongi felt; on edge, put on the spot, exposed, vulnerable. It took a moment but then it clicked.Jimin must be right.For Jungkook to look like that he must mean something to him. Because he only felt like he did right now because Jungkook meant something to him. Carefully he got closer to him, turning his back on Jimin. “I don’t plan on going anywhere. And… are you sure that I’m not difficult? Especially after…last night?” He hoped that Jungkook wouldn’t tell right now, here, in front of Jimin. He could barely take the shame and embarrassment as it was. Jungkook shook his head, “Not any more difficult than I am.” Jungkook took a deep breath, averting his gaze, his knuckles turning white with how hard he gripped the door frame. His heart was beating too fast right now, aching with every thought. He gasped for air quietly, as it felt like his throat was closing up making it so much harder for him to breathe. “I…I like you, but I am sorry, really sorry that I mean so much trouble for you,” Jungkook mumbled and turned around, stumbling along. He needed air. Needed to get out, when it suddenly felt like the walls were closing in on him. He wanted Yoongi so much, but his heart was screaming for him to keep himself safe.Yoongi didn’t wait, he came after him right away and caught up with him right at the club, in midst of other people.“Jungkook, wait!” He held onto him, gently because right now Jungkook looked as frightened like a bunny in a trap, “You might be trouble - but not more trouble than I am.” He repeated Jungkook’s words with a smile, hoping the other would understand that he knew that both of them were fucked up - but he wanted to make it work, nonetheless. “Do you.. do you want to go home?” He didn’t mean for sex and for a second he hesitated before just spilling everything on the tip of his tongue, “For a warm meal, a quiet night in, maybe some TV and tea and… some cuddling.” The last part was so quiet he was sure Jungkook couldn’t have heard it with the music around him and he was almost thankful for that. There was no need to overwhelm the other like this.“Home?” Jungkook’s eyes gotten a teary glint in them and the younger looked horribly lost for a moment. He got pushed by a dancing couple and Jungkook held onto Yoongi’s arm tight to not fall. Staring back at Yoongi, the younger gulped hard against the lump in his throat not sure what to answer. He looked around, seeing Taehyung at the bar, then Jimin who stood at the entrance of the backstage area with Jin. Then he looked at Yoongi again and suddenly it hit him. Pretty painful actually, something that he hadn’t ever felt before. It felt like a punch to the heart, or like someone squeezing it pretty tightly but still – it felt surprisingly good. A weird feeling in the pit of stomach added on to that and it took him just a few seconds to understand. He had butterflies in his stomach. Literally, small, weird butterflies flying around, whenever he looked at Yoongi. There was a warmth surrounding him and it didn’t come from the hot air in the club, but from the way Yoongi was holding onto him.With one step, Jungkook jumped forward pressing his lips onto Yoongi’s. Something that he should have done a while ago.Yoongi stiffened, just for one heartbeat and then he melted against the other. Jungkook’s lips were a little rough probably from chewing on them but they were warm and plush, and it was nonetheless the most amazing kiss Yoongi has had in years. His arm had found a way around Jungkook’s waist and he pulled him closer. Their bodies fitted together so naturally and perfectly that it felt so absolutely right and the sudden realization shook Yoongi to the core.Yoongi really liked Jungkook.And the other liked him back.There was an actual human being in front of him, someone beautiful and soft and stubborn and complex and loveable that had seen him, even parts of him he didn’t like himself - and he had still chosen to stay. Overwhelmed by his feelings he squeezed Jungkook a little tighter, giving him another little kiss and then another. “I love breaking this rule,” He whispered against the other’s lips and then just hid his face in his neck and hugged the younger close because even though they weren’t kissing he didn’t want to let go of Jungkook yet.They stayed like this for a while, not caring that the beat of the music was making the people jump around them when for them, only they mattered right now. Jungkook felt too choked up to say more, so he simply followed Yoongi, who was holding onto his hand so tight as if he was afraid that Jungkook could run away again.“I’ll just get my things, please, wait here, okay?” Jungkook said and leaned in to give him a quick kiss and then ran off to the storage room and behind the shelves to grab his bag. He didn’t know that Yoongi had seen his little hide-out, yet so he rather wanted him to wait for him, too scared that he wouldn’t want him anymore. There were too many insecurities and too many questions. But it didn’t matter right now. Yoongi liked him, too and that was all that he wanted to focus on. And oh, of course kissing Yoongi. The way back from the club to Yoongi’s apartment took longer than usual, because neither could resist kissing the other again and again. Jungkook felt like what he thought would a ‘high’ feel like. He was giggly, happy and coming back to Yoongi’s apartment felt so right. So right, that it frightened him again. He stiffened when the other opened the door and just walked along, when Yoongi pulled a little at his arm, his smile so reassuring that it soothed him.Yoongi did everything that he had promised and Jungkook had never felt so warm and safe before. Feeling like puzzle pieces were falling together and out of a sudden it all made sense to him. He fell asleep in Yoongi’s arms on the couch, empty pizza cartoons on the table, a half emptied cup of tea right next to it. Cuddling closer to the warmth, Jungkook held on tight to Yoongi’s shirt.He never wanted to let go again.The next morning, Jungkook woke up before Yoongi like always. The other must have gotten into bed way after him. He couldn’t even remember how he had gotten into bed? He sighed quietly, wanting to give Yoongi a bit more space and quiet to get his rest. Jungkook knew about his insomnia by now, so he wouldn’t want to wake him up. Instead, he grabbed one of Yoongi’s shirts and walked around the living room.The morning sun was shining brightly through the blinds and into his eyes, almost as if it was mocking him. For a moment Jungkook thought about making breakfast, but then roaming around Yoongi’s apartment sounded more interesting than cooking (especially knowing that Yoongi was the better cook). After a while of looking through some not so interesting stuff (mainly books and magazines) Jungkook let his hand wander over the notes on his piano, leaning in to read a few lines of a song Yoongi was working on. Sitting down onto the stool, Jungkook pulled one leg in. Biting his lip, he searched for the right key that fitted the song and pushed it down. He jerked a little, when the sound was way louder than he had expected and Jungkook looked over his shoulder to see if he had woken up Yoongi.He wasn’t even sure if he was allowed to touch his piano? But luckily for him, the other was sleeping like a rock.Then he pushed it again, humming the note to see if he was in the right key. Jungkook really didn’t know much about music, but in the time he had been around Yoongi, the other had shown him a few tricks and the basics. He was really good at following Yoongi playing notes by now and if he believed what he said, Jungkook was pretty good at hitting the keys spot on. He murmured the words of the lyrics and then very slowly he tried to follow the notes of the song, pressing the right key in the right sequence. Biting his lip in concentration, the clipped sounds were slowly turning into a melody and Jungkook smiled. Then he began to sing to it, not too loudly too scared to wake Yoongi.“So… far away, if only I had a flying dream,” His voice added perfectly to the melody and Jungkook began anew, singing that one line over and over again until he could play the keys in a rhythm where it didn’t sound clipped at all, but just like it should be.Yoongi awoke slowly, feeling warm and well rested - and therefore completely different than normal. It took him a while to clear the haze of sleep from his mind and when he did his first thought was Jungkook - and the second was music. Because he heard the piano playing softly in the background. It sounded simple but still nice and curious he got out of bed, taking the very first shirt with him that he could reach and putting it on while tapping silently on bare feet towards the music.Jungkook played the few notes a few times again until he felt like it sounded perfect, smiling to himself proudly. The minute he felt a presence behind him though, he jerked around, looking at Yoongi with wide eyes. “Ah, shit, I’m sorry I woke you up, right?” Jungkook hastily got up almost knocking over the stool in the process, “I wanted to make breakfast first but then I saw the lyrics and I just was…playing around. Am I even allowed to touch your piano? I am sorry if I’m not. I just wanted to try and see if I was able to do what you taught me.” Jungkook bit his lip, his cheeks dusting in a rose color.Yoongi smiled softly. “It was beautiful. Don’t worry, this is like the best way to wake up. Music - and knowing that you’re still there.” He pulled Jungkook in and nosed along his jaw, still soft and openly affectionate from being sleepy. “I don’t even need breakfast. I got you.” He didn’t mean it as dirty as it sounded, what he had meant to express was that with Jungkook’s presence his heart felt so full and his mind so sated that there was no need to fill his stomach. Jungkook embraced Yoongi with his arms, letting him cuddle into him without any worries. His hands wandered up his shoulders and to his neck, before he cupped Yoongi’s cheeks and pulled him away from him and onto his lips. The younger kissed him softly, while his arms wrapped around him a little more. “Me? So, you want to suck my cock for breakfast? I’m all for that…I think you still owe me one,” Jungkook answered and pulled off Yoongi with a smirk.Yoongi almost choked on that, “Wh…what the.. there I am trying to be romantic and all that shit and you shatter my lovely little rose colored glasses with one dirty comment.” He laughed at Jungkook’s shamelessly proud expression. “Hm, maybe I do. Do you really want to do that onto an empty stomach or should be include some breakfast into our foreplay?” He teased him lovinglyJungkook bit his lip in excitement, feeling the heat of the arousal already in the pit of his stomach. With one quick movement, he pulled Yoongi in by his shirt, his lips only a few inches away from his. “I…want…you…now,” He whispered against his lips, kissing him once, deep and heated only to let go again. With a giggle, he jumped around and back into the bedroom. He didn’t care about empty stomachs, especially not if he had someone like Yoongi lusting after him.How could Yoongi say no to a sexy demand like that. Besides, Jungkook was right and he still owed him. And he had absolutely nothing against lying back down in bed. When Yoongi came into the bedroom Jungkook was already on the bed, looking at him expectantly and looking kind of like a bunny ready to play. Yoongi gave him an amused look. “And now? Do you actually want me to blow you? Or do you just want to get off? I could rim you if you like?”Jungkook leaned back on his elbows, listening to all the options that Yoongi was laying out for him but none of them what was he wanted. Getting up on his knees, he got over to him and wrapped his arm around Yoongi to pull him onto the bed with him. “I want you to kiss me and fuck me, I want to feel you everywhere, inside of me, on me, with me,” Jungkook’s hot breath was fanning against his lips, as he placed a few kisses on them, “Do anything you want with me!” Normally Jungkook wasn’t the one who decided how he would get off, so it felt more natural to him to let Yoongi take control. He couldn’t even say what he would have preferred, but as long as it was Yoongi he was doing it with he would be fine. Because he liked him. Just as much as he liked Yoongi.“Hm, your wish is my command, Cutie. I just have one request; can you lie on your back this time? I want to see you, all of it, the way you open your mouth when you gasp and the expression on your face when I enter you. I want to look at you when you come. Every second of it.” He reached out for the pillows. “We could make it more comfortable for you, put something under your lower back for support.” He had only taken Jungkook from behind so far because Jungkook had turned around immediately when things got heated so Yoongi thought that Jungkook might not like the more intimate position that much. “I’ll make up for it, I promise, by making you feel as much pleasure as your body can take.”Jungkook gulped and the moment Yoongi started talking, he could feel his heartbeat quicken. It wasn’t like he hated that position, it just felt too close, too personal. But Yoongi was someone he wanted to be close to, right? And if Yoongi wanted it, it would make him happy, too. Jungkook nodded a bit hesitant, hoping that the other would be guiding him and not let him drop. To get some control back, Jungkook reached for the hem of his shirt, wanting to pull off the fabric swiftly but Yoongi caught his wrist easily and the younger one’s eyes turned big and doe like not understanding if he had done something wrong. He always undressed himself? Jungkook pursed his lips a little, too shy to ask what he was supposed to do now.“Let me do it.” Yoongi whispered against Jungkook’s heated skin, “Let me unwrap my precious gift.” He got interrupted by his urge to kiss Jungkookie’s sweet mouth before he gently undressed the other, caressing each inch of skin that he freed, taking it slow and relaxed. He loved morning sex like this. He felt the softest and the most in balance with his heart like this when there’s been nothing from the outside tainting his feelings or stressing him out. That’s why he only ever had morning sex with people he loved.Jungkook was completely out of his depth with the way Yoongi was handling him. He gasped when Yoongi’s lips were touching him so softly, his hands caressing over his heated skin and pulling his shirt off slowly. Too slowly. When he laid onto his back, Yoongi on top of him, he was pulling him in, arching his back to move against him to get some friction in between them but it seemed like Yoongi was eager to explore whatever there was on his neck first. He moaned, when he sucked at his skin, licking over it and making sure that Jungkook could feel his own sensitivity. But he only whined in response, his own hands wandering down Yoongi’s back and onto his hips.“Shht, slow down, Sweety. We’ve got all the time in the world. Just relax and enjoy. I’ve got you covered.” Quite literally, as he was covering Jungkook’s body with kisses, just as he had promised him before. Slowly he kissed down the youngers body, avoiding his nipples or any other spot that would rile him up too quickly before he reached his hips. Jungkook parted his thighs willingly and so Yoongi comfortably settled down in between. Then he made sure to make Jungkook lose his mind as he was attacking the inside of his thighs with love bites, nipping on the juncture of his hip, kissing into the dip of his hip. Anywhere but where Jungkook needed it most but always close, so close that Jungkook could feel it in his groin.The younger was twitching and whining so easily under Yoongi’s touch and Jungkook wasn’t so sure if it because he was working him up so easily or because he had no control over what he was doing or where the other would go next. “Yoongi, please,” Jungkook pleaded, not really sure for what. He could feel the arousal rush through his veins, mixing with the anxious feelings and Jungkook felt light headed. Laying back down, he moaned when Yoongi sucked in another love bite.“Patience, my love.” He answered softly, too occupied with what he was doing to listen to what he was saying. The pet names and affectionate phrases came so easily with Jungkook that he didn’t even realize he did it. Only when Jungkook started chasing his mouth with his hips, moving restlessly the whole time Yoongi had mercy with him. “Careful, you’re going to pull a muscle if you keep being so tense,” He teased him before slowly, torturously slowly swallowing Jungkook all the way down from tip to shaft.Jungkook moaned unabashed when he finally sunk down onto him. He had needed the friction, anything really, to relax again. Trying to not chase after Yoongi’s mouth, he let the other work him up and lick along his length so beautifully that Jungkook couldn’t keep his eyes off of him. Reaching out for him, he caressed through Yoongi’s hair while he was bobbing on his cock, making him moan for him. “Fuck, your tongue…fuck you’re so good, we should have done this…way before,” Jungkook couldn’t help but jerk his hips, chasing the delicious, wet heat that was Yoongi’s lips.It wasn’t like Yoongi could have answered him with his mouth so full therefore he confined himself to holding Jungkook’s hips down, firm and secure before continuing to work him up. He’d let him fuck his mouth some other time, now he just wanted to make him so aroused that he was ready to be fucked and prepping him would be really easy.He whined helplessly when Yoongi pushed his hips down, keeping him still while he was sucking on his tip so deliciously that all Jungkook wanted to do was to thrust his hips. Jungkook was fully aroused, his breathing coming in short pants already while he holding onto the bed sheet tight and only when Yoongi finally let go off him with a smile, he relaxed again. “Will you fuck me now?” Jungkook asked innocently, looking down at Yoongi, with his chest and cheeks flushed in his arousal.“Of course, I will. How could I resist you looking so delicious. And you’re so good for me, willing to let me have you the way I want, right?” He leaned over Kook to give him a kiss on the tip of his nose while reaching for the drawer where he stored the lube and condoms. He took both out, slicking up his fingers expertly. Then he scooted closer, placing Jungkook’s thighs left and right over his own so the younger was spread open for him, completely exposed. With a grin Yoongi gently prodded Jungkook’s hole, teasing it, swiping his thumb over the rim until it fluttered under his touch because Jungkook was clenching in desperation. Jungkook reached for Yoongi’s wrist, his heart skipping a beat as he looked up at him like this. A whimper escaped his lips and he closed his eyes for a second when Yoongi teased his hole once more, before looking at him. Suddenly it seemed so hard for him to speak, a lump in his throat keeping him from breathing properly. Yoongi looked at him so softly, his eyes full of love and Jungkook couldn’t tear his gaze away from him. For a moment he said nothing, before, “N-no condom, please. I mean…if you…are okay with it.” He shivered a little as he held onto Yoongi’s wrist so tightly, feeling weirdly exposed with the way he was laying underneath him. Yoongi had always been the dominant part when they had sex, but something about this felt different from the start. It made him fidgety and at the same time excited and completely overwhelmed.“Oh…,” his breath left him in a rush and his hand stilled. “You want me to…” A tiny part of him, the bitter and paranoid one was freaking out that trusting Jungkook would mean risking his health - but the other, much, much bigger part was completely, positively overwhelmed at the thought of feeling Jungkook without any boundaries between them. It wasn’t so much a physical difference than it was an emotional one because it was as if Jungkook was pulling down his last defense, baring himself completely to Yoongi, making himself as vulnerable as he could be in front of the older. He kissed him with pure joy, long and deep and with so much feeling that it stole the breath right from Jungkook’s lips. “I’d love to,” He whispered against the others parted lips before finally pushing his fingers in. He had been turned on before but with the prospect of having Jungkook like this he could barely wait.Jungkook smiled against Yoongi’s lips, it only being interrupted by a gasp that fell from him when he felt himself getting stretched and prepared by Yoongi. Completely addicted to his lips, Jungkook wrapped his arm around the other’s neck keeping him close while he was working him open and preparing him. Kissing along his jaw and down Yoongi’s neck, Jungkook nuzzled his face there, his breath fanning against his skin as he held onto him as if he was scared the moment he let go, he would fall apart already. Jungkook couldn’t explain the feelings, he didn’t know why he felt so scared all of a sudden when this was what he had done so many times before, especially with Yoongi. Looking up at him, Jungkook eyes wandered over his body and up to his face, searching, trying to find the answer in Yoongi’s eyes – but there was nothing but love.He could feel Jungkook shudder and reassuringly kissed his cheek. “It’s alright. You can tell me if it’s too much. We can stop anytime. I won’t be mad or anything.” He withdrew his fingers with a feeling of longing and a little disappointment because Jungkook was just ready and he could have slid it right away now, enjoying the warmth and perfect tightness that would engulf him… however, Jungkook looked fragile right now, almost scared and he definitely not wanted to do anything that would be too much or go too far. They had made big steps from being ‘casual hook up partners’ to making love with kisses and caresses and the prospect of sleeping with each other without protection. Maybe it had happened to fast. “Do you want me to stop? I could get you off another way and then do some lazy cuddling if that’s what you prefer. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”The way Yoongi was talking to him, so sweetly, so caring was only making it worse and Jungkook gasped for air in a weak moment. He shook his head, biting his lip harshly to keep his eyes from tearing up, “N-no, please, keep going. I am fine, really. I want you!” Leaning in, Jungkook kissed Yoongi softly, trying to reassure him that he was indeed okay. With a smile, Jungkook let himself fall back onto his, taking another deep breath. He nodded towards Yoongi, spreading his thighs a little more for him. His heart hammering hard against his chest, while he held onto Yoongi’s arms for support. “Please.”Yoongi hesitated for a moment before he gave in. Jungkook had no reason to lie and his eyes looked so open and honest that Yoongi was sure he’d see any kind of discomfort immediately. “Then I’ll have you,” He answered simply before soothing a hand down Jungkook’s side and letting it rest at his hip so that he could steady and position himself. It was easy to push in, Jungkook was relaxed and well prepped and slippery and the feeling of his pure, unprotected skin was heavenly around his cock. Yoongi moaned low and desperate, stopping to catch his breath for a second because it felt so good he felt like he could come right away. Inch by inch he pushed into him, dragging it out until he was fully inside of him, so deep that the thought alone made him twitch with lust. “So good…,” He groaned, experimentally rocking his hips a little bit, “You feel so fucking good..”The moment when Yoongi pushed in, it finally hit Jungkook like a million bricks. He tightened his hold around Yoongi’s arms immediately, his eyes wide open and tearing up as he felt like his heart was bursting from whatever he was feeling right now. He couldn’t understand it, not decipher it. He had never felt it. It was like the butterflies in his stomach were going crazy. Jungkook gulped heavily, a single teardrop falling onto his cheek when he realized what Yoongi had been doing. The way he had undressed him, kissed him, made sure that he was okay with whatever he was doing. At first Jungkook thought it was his way of apologizing again for last night but then he realized it was way more. He whimpered quietly with each push into him, as he was starting to shiver from the intensity.Yoongi was making love to him and Jungkook was completely and intensely overwhelmed with it.Quickly, he pulled him down onto him, hiding in the crook of his neck as he tried to cover up his own vulnerability with kissing along his soft skin. Yoongi had his eyes closed, losing himself completely in the moment. So, he only realized that Jungkook had been crying when Jungkook hid his face in the older’s neck and he could feel the telltale wetness on the other’s long lashes. Yoongi stiffened up, coming to a halt immediately. “Jungkook?” His voice sounded brittle and breathless. “Are you alright? Did I.. did I hurt you?” He was about to pull out but Jungkook’s tight hold prevented him from moving away. “What’s happening? Talk to me, please. Please, just… I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you…,” He repeated the words as if it would make Jungkook stop hurting and his heart clenched painfully when he realized he couldn’t. He had no idea what he had done wrong.Jungkook shook his head, his voice only a whisper, “I’m not hurt.” It was the only thing he could say before a sob broke through him and he held on tighter to Yoongi, trying to soothe him at the same time. “Shh, n-no,” Jungkook shivered in his hold, only looking at Yoongi when the other made him and cupped his cheeks. His own hands wandered down to Yoongi’s hips, making him stay buried deep inside of him.“You…you’re…m-making love to me,” Jungkook averted his gaze at first, then looked up at Yoongi, only realizing now what a mess he was. He was making himself vulnerable, he was falling apart right in front of Yoongi. And it was scaring him. The fact that he was giving himself over to the other right now. Completely. Naked. And that Yoongi had the power to destroy him right now. He closed his eyes, turning his head as if he was expecting a blow.Yoongi’s face softened. He could feel Jungkook’s fear and he knew it himself. He wanted to take it away from the boy so badly it made him ache with it too. Gently he took Jungkook’s face in his hands, soothing over his cheek before kissing his forehead, his nose, his closed lips.“Yes. Yes I am. And if it’s too much I can stop. I will only do what you want me to. But if you want to go on then I want you to know that this is exactly what you think it is. I’m not using you for pleasure. I want to feel you, in my heart, in my soul and through my body. You are precious to me, Jungkook. I know trusting is as difficult for you as it is for me so I understand if you can’t believe me right away though I’ll still tell you: I don’t want to hurt you. I want you to feel good, to be happy. To feel safe in my arms. And whatever you need, whatever it is that I can give you to make you feel at home with me I’ll happily give it to you. You’re a part of me now. And I don’t want to change that, ever again.” He wasn’t a great talker and especially not right in the middle of sex but Jungkook had obviously needed that and Yoongi himself had felt like his heart was about to burst if he didn’t speak his feelings out loud. He might be embarrassed later or scared about his own bravery. But no matter how he would feel about this later on, it wouldn’t make what he said any less true.Jungkook stared up at Yoongi, the tears flowing down his cheeks on his own, while he was listening closely. He couldn’t stop sobbing, Yoongi’s words hitting him so hard and Jungkook wondered when he had fallen for that man above him? When the exact moment had been, but he didn’t know. He couldn’t remember. But his heart had chosen him anyways.He sniffled cutely, wrapping his arms around Yoongi closely to feel even more of him and his warmth. “You make me feel good. Always,” Jungkook mumbled, his cheeks heating up, “Please, I don’t want you to stop. I’m sorry.” He let go off Yoongi a little more, so he could move his hips more freely. A kiss was placed on his lips and Jungkook smiled.”Don’t be sorry. I want all of you, all parts of you, the happy just as much as the vulnerable and insecure.”Moving again after being motionlessly inside of Jungkook drew a sharp gasp from him. He had concentrated on Jungkook so much that he had almost forgotten how hard he was. “Fuck! If… if there’s anything else you want to talk about you need to do it now or else I’m going to lose my breath,” He told him, with a grin on his lips and a dark, hungry fire in his eyes.Jungkook shook his head but then stopped again and pushed his hand onto Yoongi’s chest. There were still tears on his cheeks and eyes and Jungkook hiccupped a little. “D-does this make me your…you know…,” Feeling anxious he bit his lip again, before he whispered as if he was afraid someone else could hear it, “…your boyfriend?”The way Jungkook said it and his wide, dark eyes that made him look so soft and beautiful had the heat rushing into Yoongi’s cheeks until he felt like his face was on fire. He felt like a teenager again, young and naive and swept away by love before his heart had been broken and scared over and before he had sworn to himself that love and boyfriends was only something to believe in for the ones believing in miracles and unicorns. Apparently he had found his own unicorn right now. To his own surprise he heard himself saying, “If.. if you want to? You can be my boyfriend, my partner, my love… however, you want to call it.”Jungkook nodded eagerly, moving his hips restlessly against Yoongi, before he added, “Only if you want to of course.” He smiled against the kiss that Yoongi was pressing onto his lips right away, taking away his worries and his fears right with it. His heart was beating into overdrive nonetheless and he moaned the second Yoongi was moving inside of him again. “Please, do what you promised me before now,” Jungkook smirked, wiping over his cheeks with his palm, still feeling a little out of it, “Make me forget my name.”Yoongi didn’t need to be told twice. He had pushed his own body to the edge as well so as soon as Jungkook gave his okay he started moving again, pushing into him with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips. He wasn’t taking him as roughly as their sex normally was when they were rushed and heated and a little drunk (on each other) but it was nonetheless passionate. Just a little more sensual, a little drawn out. Though no matter the tempo Yoongi made still sure to push right into Jungkook’s sweet spot. He knew the other’s body well enough by now to be able to hit it dead on and so he kept the younger in place while rocking into him again and again, moaning helplessly at the tight, velvety perfect heat that was Jungkook’s body. He kissed every inch of his body, listening as he made soft whimpering sounds. Tears stung behind his lids. His body yearned for more, his heart crying out to taste his sweetness, feel his love and become one. Jungkook cried aloud, his fingers pressed hard into his shoulders. His skin tingled, Yoongi’s arms protectively around him while he was saying his name against his mouth over and over and he cried again as they came together in explosive release. Jungkook felt safe and in the right place. It was like they fitted perfectly together.He couldn’t explain it, but he knew they belonged together now.Yoongi didn’t let Jungkook out of his sight for a moment afterwards. They cleaned up a little (mostly Yoongi because Jungkook’s legs were giving out under him as he tried to get up) and then cuddled back into bed right after. They didn’t care about the time or what they should be doing, they were happy, perfectly content in their own timeless little bubble of bliss.Yoongi breathed in Jungkook’s scent and whispered sweet little nothings into his sweaty hair. Jungkook trembled a little, maybe it was the tension melting out of his limbs, maybe exhaustion or maybe there was still a part of him that couldn’t believe that all this was happening. Whatever the reason Yoongi made sure to tuck the cover in around Jungkook, to hold him a little closer, kiss him a bit more softly, tell him wordlessly in a hundred ways that he was safe and cared for - and would be for as long as he chose to stay with Yoongi. “You good?” He mumbled, placing a kiss behind Jungkook’s ear, pulling him a little closer.Before, to Jungkook, the piano had been just a huge piece of polished wood placed in one corner of Yoongi’s apartment with random sunlight beating down onto its black and white keys. There was no grey, nor other colors in between. Just like in his life.That was until Yoongi started playing, filling the empty space with vibrating colors and even though Jungkook had his eyes closed, he could see it all every time. And just like the melody surrounding Yoongi, he filled Jungkook’s empty spaces with colors.“I’m fine,” Jungkook whispered and reached to intertwine their hands, “I’m fine now.”
A/N: Another “short” story done! Jungkook finally found his home. How did you like it? The story was supposed to be far longer in the beginning, giving more insight on Yoongi’s troubles and Jungkook’s of course - but we kept it short for now. Maybe one day there will be a sequel to it. Cat and I just decided to concentrate on a few “shorter” stories rn. We already are working on a smol Easter Special, a sequel to the Minjoon ‘Mile High Valentine Club’ that many of you requested and another new Yoonkook AU as well. Can you see who our favorite pairings are? *cough* I will upload a new trailer for it tonight on my tumblr!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING AND SUPPORTING THIS STORY! REALLY! THANK YOU!!!! ❤❤❤❤