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Jungkook turned off V Live and exhaled deeply with a smile, endorphins still rushing through his body, even though all he had done for the past hour was talk to his phone. His first live had gone relatively well, at least in his opinion, and he was happy with himself. It had been a little bit of a mess, a little chaotic, but ARMY seemed to be enjoying themselves, and that was all that mattered. He stretched in his chair, observing his reflection on the dark screen of his phone. Over one thousand people had watched him eat and talk about random things, which could be a little unnerving, even when you’re used to eyes following you everywhere you go. Talking basically to yourself in an empty room might seem at first more scary than performing in front of an audience.
A thousand people was a lot, especially for his first V Live.
He briefly wondered about his hyungs, if any of them had watched the whole live, if they liked it, but quickly shook himself out of it. That’s a ridiculous thought, why would he care?
Making a mental note to post something for ARMY on Twitter later, he stood up, gathering trash and food waste to throw away. There were a lot of empty packets left after snacks and he was glad that most of the promotion for Blood, Sweat & Tears was over. Comeback seasons, although exciting and rewarding, because those were the times during which he could see his fans often, were also very taxing. He wouldn’t have changed it for anything else, but he had missed relaxing and eating whatever he wanted. Just a little bit.
He was turning on his laptop to maybe play a few rounds of Overwatch before going to sleep, when he heard a loud thump followed by a groan somewhere too close for it to be coming from one of the other hotel guests, especially when the walls between rooms were supposed to be soundproof. He froze, reaching for his phone without looking at it, eyes locked on the bathroom door. It was the only place from which the sounds could be coming, and Jungkook felt panic bubbling in his stomach. The bathroom didn’t have a window, but there was no way someone had sneaked inside when he was in the room, right? He would have seen it and if not him, then ARMY, who had had a wide view at his surroundings, including the doors, just minutes prior.
That did not explain the weird noises, though. Someone was in his bathroom.
The most logical thing to do would be calling a manager, or even just someone from the staff. He knew that, but something was urging him to get up from his bed and walk towards the door without contacting anyone. He couldn’t explain it and he had a feeling that if something happened to him, a simple “sorry, it felt right” wouldn’t have been enough, but after the initial freak-out, the fear left him and he could take a deep breath. His mind cleared up a little.
Swallowing, he stood up and reached the door in a few steps, clutching his phone in his hand with the emergency numbers already displayed, just in case his instincts were completely wrong. He put one shaky hand on the handle and pushed the door open.
He blinked, too shocked to scream.
“Well,” said the man who was leaning against the sink with one hand holding his hip, looking at him in the dark with equal amounts of curiosity and similar shock he felt himself. He seemed weirdly familiar, but in a way that familiar feel people you remember the face of but can’t put a name to. “I knew I'd seen this bathroom before.”
“Who are you?” Jungkook asked, voice high and croaky. Something told him he should know the answer to that question, but he ignored it. He was doing his hardest to avoid looking at the man for longer than a second at a time, as if everything would crumble if he did. Maybe he wasn’t so far off. “Wuh-What are you doing in my room?”
The man tried to straighten up and hissed, giving up. He raised the hand he wasn’t keeping close to his possible injury and fixed his long hair that had gone a little messy, obscuring his face.
This time, Jungkook managed a choked gasp.
“I’m you, from the future,” the man said, holding himself up with a hand on the wall and snorted lightly, probably realizing how weird that had sounded. Jungkook’s heart was racing like he’d just given two concerts in a day. “Or at least I think so? Everything checks out and honestly, I don’t have another explanation.”
“Uh,” Jungkook commented eloquently, lost for words.
The other laughed, and although his voice was a little winded, Jungkook’s eyes widened even more when he recognized it as his, just more carefree. “Yeah. And I have no clue what I’m doing here. I was getting ready for bed and suddenly appeared here on the floor. It hurt.”
“How can I believe you?” Jungkook blurted out, realizing only now that he’d been holding onto the door handle for dear life and that his fingers had gone white and stiff. He jerked his hand away as if he got burned. “This is impossible.”
“Well I’m here, aren’t I?” his… older self? asked back. He still couldn’t make out all of his features in the half-dark bathroom, but it couldn’t be him. His hair wasn’t that long, his shoulders weren’t that wide, he didn’t carry himself with that much unstaged confidence. He’d just never be… that. There was no way, even if time travel existed.
Jungkook swallowed thickly, glancing back at his room. It was a bad idea, but he’d rather at least sit comfortably for whatever this was than awkwardly stand in the door. Besides, the other looked in pain and he wasn’t about to make him suffer more.
“Do you want to…?” He made a gesture towards the room, hoping that the man would get what he meant. If he was who he had claimed to be, he should. After all, there’s no-one who could know you better than yourself.
Jungkook must have seriously hit his head to even consider this being real a possibility.
“Gladly, thank you,” the other smiled gratefully, slowly walking towards him with a small limp. Jungkook scurried away quickly to give him space (and run from the inevitable for as long as he could), stopping next to the desk on which just half an hour ago he was talking to his fans. He sat on the chair and wrung his hands together, cracking the knuckles, a habit he couldn’t get rid of. Well, now he had more pressing matters at hand.
He watched like a hawk as his older self (God, it sounded so ridiculous and more like a sci-fi book than his already not quite normal idol life, but the more time passed, the more he was keen to believe) sat on his bed, looking around with curiosity, eyes bright. Jungkook took the chance to soak everything in, feeling confused, lost and - weirdly - a little hot.
The other was dressed in a black suit with a halfway unbuttoned shirt underneath, dress pants secured with a belt. His hair was deep purple and almost shoulder length, the front strands a little shorter, brushing against his sharp jawline. Jungkook couldn’t help but let out a quiet gasp when he noticed something glimmering on his sculpted brow and quickly looked away, embarrassed, when his older self glanced at him questioningly. He didn’t seem annoyed in any way, but he was so incredibly intimidating that Jungkook felt like a little kid next to him.
In a sense, he supposed he was. Even though he didn’t know yet from which year the other had come, he just looked... mature.
“Sorry, uh, I didn’t mean to stare,” he mumbled, cheeks warm.
“It’s fine,” he dismissed him with a wave of his hand. There was something dark on the back of it, but Jungkook wouldn’t be surprised if his eyes were just messing with him. “It must be way more nerve-racking for you than for me since, you know, I’ve already lived your life.”
At this Jungkook cocked his head. “Do you remember meeting your… future self?”
“No. I wish though, that would’ve been cool,” he said and then looked at him with an eyebrow quirked. The possibly pierced eyebrow. “Is it everything you’ve expected?”
Jungkook snorted, hiding his mouth behind his hand. He missed the fond look the older gave him. “I think you know that already. You’re me.”
“So? You’re still years younger.” He pouted, before perking up. “Right, I completely forgot. What date is it today? I might have a hunch, but I wanna make sure.”
“It’s past midnight already, so technically the 30th of November, 2016.”
His older self blinked. “My God, you’re a baby. Did I really use to be that cute?” he asked no-one in particular and while Jungkook was sputtering, continued his musings: “Now I totally understand why ARMY used to call me a coconut. You’re so round.”
“Okay, stop.” He covered his ears, getting even more embarrassed when he found them hot and probably red like a firetruck. “Let’s talk about something else. How old are you?”
“Twenty four this year. So you can call me hyung if you want,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows obnoxiously. Jungkook couldn’t take his eyes off of the piercing. And the hair. Everything, basically. He should probably get used to himself from 2021, since it seemed like he’d spend with him a little more time, but it was hard when he looked like that. “Or just JK, that’s what hyungs call me now often,” he paused for a second. “Well, call me in the future, I guess.”
“Hyung is fine,” Jungkook coughed, trying not to let the very unsafe thoughts jumping around his brain get to him. Although judging by the look JK was giving him, he hadn’t been very successful. He lunged to change the topic, which wasn’t very hard, considering the fact that he’d been wondering about it since he realized that he’s really talking to someone from the future. Unless it was all just a weirdly realistic dream. “Are we still together? BTS?” he asked, nibbling on his lower lip. “Are we doing okay?”
JK’s eyes softened. He patted the bed next to him, clearly wanting Jungkook to come closer. He did, nervous both because of the upcoming news he didn’t know if he was fully ready for, and because his older self looked even better when he wasn’t just ogling him from across the room.
Only then did JK answer his questions.
“Listen, Jungkook-ah,” he began, voice neutral, but it was better than sad. There was room for hope. “I’m not going to lie to you, it will be hard. You got a daesang like two weeks ago, right? And the backlash was big. Well, it will be worse, a few times, but all of you will come out of each of those times stronger, I promise you. Right now, in my timeline, we’re doing things we didn’t even dream about back in 2016. ARMY’s are massive and give us more love than we know what to do with. Most of our success is because of them, but each of you always strives to do better and it shows.” He grabbed his hand. They were the same size and the familiarity brought made something twinge in his chest. “So just continue doing what you’ve all been doing. I don’t know how much I can tell you without disrupting the order of timelines or some shit, but we finished filming the MV for a new single today- uh, my today - and the management team is already predicting that it’ll break multiple records.” He squeezed his hand, smiling. “It’ll all be worth it, just take care of yourselves and work hard.”
It felt incredible, to hear about the future from someone from said future, who had lived what you had and more, who could give you hope. But, at the same time, it was a little bit scary. His future self was clearly well off (if the expensive suit and jewelry could be any indication) and had confidence Jungkook could only dream of. He couldn’t help but think, what if this just wasn’t meant for him? What if their timelines ended up being different? If BTS were still together and making music in 2021, it meant they had already renewed their seven year contract once. It sounded too good to be true, but the proof was sitting next to him.
Jungkook looked down at his lap and their conjoined hands, only then noticing the ARMY tattooed on JK’s knuckles and a few smaller tattoos scattered on the back of his hand. He sniffled, weirdly happy.
“What’s up?” JK asked quietly, probably not wanting to break the mood.
“Nothing, just…” He rubbed his nose with his free hand, embarrassed. “I did my first V Live today and somebody asked me about tattoos,” he said, pausing with his thumb above JK’s hand and glancing at his face to see if it was okay. The other only nodded at him with a soft smile Jungkook tried to replicate and then swiped his finger over the small tattooed heart. The skin was warm and just a little rough. “I said I decided not to get them because my skin is precious. Just seems a bit ironic now.”
“I remember,” JK hummed. “We’ve talked about tattoos a lot, huh?”
“Yeah,” Jungkook snorted lightly. Then, after a pause, “I’m rethinking my decision now.”
JK laughed. It was loud and kind of dorky, a sound Jungkook now would have probably tried to hide. “Well, they’re yours, too. It will be your decision to get them.”
“I guess.” He bit the inside of his cheek, glancing at his older self from under his fringe. It should have probably felt weirder, holding hands with basically himself, being… attracted to himself (did that make him a narcissist?), but he currently didn’t care enough to pay more attention to it. Maybe he was just into what he’d become. Or he had a thing for older men. “Do you have more?”
“I do, actually.”
“Can I see, hyung?”
The other tilted his head, dark eyes turning even darker at the word he didn't hear often. “Most of them are under my clothes. Y’know, it’s less of a hassle to cover them for performances and stuff that way.”
Jungkook sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, face heating up. Should he…?
“Y’know,” he started, mimicking the tone of JK’s voice, which wasn’t very hard. Years have changed him, but they still had the same vocal cords, after all. “We should probably check if your hip is okay. You were holding onto it earlier.”
JK chortled, surprised. “I do not remember being this bold at that age,” he said with a wide smile, but slipped his hand out of Jungkook’s to take off his jacket and put it aside. He then raised his arms to the few buttons of his shirt that were actually doing their job, biceps straining against the silky material. He stopped before unbuttoning any, though, and quirked a brow. “Want to do the honors?”
“I-I do, but I’ve never…” Jungkook swallowed, wiping his sweaty hands on his ripped jeans. He wanted so badly, but it was the first time in years when he felt attraction like this towards someone other than his hyungs, thus the most action he had ever gotten had been with his hand. Which was quite sad, since they would never reciprocate his feelings anyways.
Well, he could just ask JK about what it looks like in the future, but he wasn’t prepared for the disappointment.
“I know,” JK said calmly and held out a hand for Jungkook to take. He did. “I’m you, remember? I might be four years older, but it’s hard to forget about the beginnings. Especially when you start finding yourself.” He guided him a little closer to himself, until their thighs were touching. Jungkook felt warm in a pleasant, but slightly unfamiliar way. He lived with six other men, most of them affectionate, so he was used to being touched, but never like this. He had had to furiously jerk off after an intense cuddling session multiple times, feeling guilty and a little dirty, because no one had ever initiated anything non-platonic with him on purpose.
“‘s embarrassing,” he mumbled even as his trembling fingers found the buttons of JK’s shirt. His hand brushed against the exposed skin of his chest and he bit his lip, a bit overwhelmed. He was touching himself. He was about to have… his first times with himself. Fuck.
He wondered if it’d be easier if he just imagined he was with someone else, but quickly trampled down that idea. There was really no one else who could make him more comfortable than himself.
Besides, there was something taboo about the whole situation, something exciting that he wanted to explore further. The fact that JK was so gorgeous and nice was an obvious bonus.
...He liked himself a little more than it should probably be acceptable, even if he wouldn’t be that version of himself for a few more years.
“Hey.” JK gently grabbed his wrists, looking at him with soft, comforting eyes. “Even though I can see that you want to, we don’t have to do anything. It was just a suggestion, because I know myself. And, not gonna lie, in 2016 I was so horny I’m curious how it’d feel to be fucked by that version of me.”
Jungkook choked on his spit, head spinning a little. “Wuh-what?”
JK cocked his head. “You don’t like this idea? I don’t remember being much into bottoming back then with that whole macho vibe you have going on and it’s something you have to be sure about, because the preparation can kind of suck. We can take our time if you want to try, tho’.”
“No it’s,” Jungkook braced his hands on the older’s chest, swallowing down a gasp when his pecs gave in under his fingers, the muscles soft and squishy while resting. Why was he so hot? Just thinking about the possibility of himself becoming that in the future was making Jungkook excited. “Uh, I just didn’t expect that. I like the idea.”
JK hummed with a knowing smile, but didn’t say anything. He leaned back on his hands to give Jungkook more room and shook his hair out of his face, encouraging him with a nod. He looked like a painting.
Heart beating like a hammer, Jungkook finally began unbuttoning his older selves' shirt, grateful that there came no comment on how much his fingers were shaking, both with nerves and anticipation. He had never thought about anything even remotely close to this while he was pleasuring himself, his dreams plagued by his hyungs, but when the last button slipped out of its hole and he was granted with a view of firm abs, he felt heat rise even higher in his belly.
“How’s my hip?” JK asked teasingly, his voice pitched low. He was watching him with hooded eyes, muscular chest rising and falling with the quicker tempo of his breathing.
Jungkook licked his lips, getting a little braver now that he knew that even his older, experienced self was affected by this. “I think you need to take off your shirt fully, hyung. I can't really see it well.”
Laughing, JK agreed easily and let Jungkook lay his hands on his wide shoulders. He began slipping the shirt off of them and paused when the first hint of dark ink appeared on his skin.
He glanced at JK’s face, but quickly averted his eyes, a smidge of his previous shyness reappearing. The shirt was off and lying next to them in the next minute.
“God,” Jungkook choked out, hands as if working on their own accord, because they were on JK’s right arm in seconds, bringing it closer. The older had to quickly change his position to avoid falling back, weight no longer supported by his hands. He was smiling. “You’re so hot, hyung,” Jungkook nearly groaned, trailing the numerous tattoos with his fingers.
It had been difficult to look at JK and think of him as himself before, but now even more so. He had a whole sleeve of tattoos, both smaller and bigger pieces that together made an amazing picture. It was slightly chaotic, but in a controlled way that Jungkook understood immediately. There was nearly no free space left, from JK’s wrist to shoulder most of his skin was covered in ink. Jungkook didn’t doubt that once he completely runs out of canvas on this arm he’ll find another place.
“You’re pretty hot yourself,” JK complimented him back, his eyes glimmering with amusement. He raised his free hand to cup Jungkook’s cheek with it, who nuzzled into his palm despite himself. “C’mere. Since it’s November… Your kiss with Jimin hyung has happened already, yeah?” he asked and smiled when Jungkook confirmed it bashfully. It had been nothing grand, they had both just gotten tipsy one day two months prior and one thing led to another. It hadn’t lasted for more than two minutes, after which they promised to each other it wouldn’t change anything between them, and that was that. Jungkook still remembered it, as his first ever kiss, to the smallest details, like the way Jimin smelled that day, or how his plush lips shined with their spit after they had separated.
“Good,” JK whispered, moving even closer to him until their noses were almost brushing. “I’m going to kiss you now, okay?”
He nodded and made a little surprised noise when JK joined their lips without further stalling. He was going slow, easing Jungkook into it, but he still struggled to keep up. It was overwhelming, but in a good way, especially when he felt a wet tongue licking his bottom lip, seeking permission to slip inside. He allowed it, squirming a little. He didn’t quite know what to do with his hands, but thankfully JK caught on quickly and led them to his shoulders. Jungkook gripped them tightly, gasping into the older man's mouth.
“Breathe,” JK giggled and left a peck on his lips, nipping the pouty bottom one lightly with his teeth afterwards. “How will you fuck me when you’re so overwhelmed just from a kiss? Did I really use to be like this?”
“This is bullying.” Jungkook pouted, but couldn’t keep a smile from appearing on his face. He slipped one hand into JK’s long hair, playing with the purple strands, amazed. Ever since the debut he had stuck to shades of brown and black and a neutral length most often styled to hide his forehead, saying that anything else would look ridiculous on him, but in that moment he was ready to take those words back. “Is everyone in the future like you, hyung?”
JK quirked a brow. The one with the gems, which now, up close, Jungkook could see weren’t a real piercing, but still looked amazing. “You mean hot?”
“Mhm.”
“You could say so.” He put his hands on Jungkook’s waist, hiking up his varsity jacket to touch bare skin after asking for permission with his eyes. “Namjoon hyung has been bulking up a lot. Tae hyung too. Honestly all of them are now so hot it should be a crime.”
“Oh.” Jungkook blushed, trying and failing to stop imagining how they must look in the future, when they’re closer to thirty than twenty. Had he mentioned that he had a thing for older men?
He swallowed, throat suddenly dry. JK was watching him with heated eyes, waiting for his next move and so he breathed in deeply, preparing himself before guiding his tattooed hands higher under his own clothes. His older self got the hint quickly, getting to unbuttoning his jacket right away. He was way faster with it than Jungkook had been with his button-up, years of experience making him more sure of himself.
Soon enough, he was sitting nearly on his lap topless, having forgo a shirt while dressing up for his V Live. He was glad he had taken a shower before it. He really did not feel like breaking whatever this was just to go freshen up.
JK hummed appreciatively into his neck, hands running along his heated skin. Their physiques were different: his future selves’ sharper with a ridiculous shoulder to waist ratio, more sculpted, while Jungkook’s muscular as well, but with more baby fat here and there. Even then, they had the same bodies, the same beauty spots and little scars.
“Weren’t you supposed to check on my hip, though?” JK asked suddenly, looking up at him with a smirk.
“You’d have to take your pants off for that, hyung.”
“Smooth,” JK snorted, but took his hands off of him and stood up from the bed to start undoing his belt. “I suppose we’ve stalled enough.”
Jungkook nodded, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. He got rid of his own jeans, being left only in his underwear, a fortunately new pair of black boxer briefs, and watched, jittery, as JK quickly took care of his own dress pants. And promptly choked.
“This is unfair,” he whined, scooting closer to the edge of the mattress to see the goddamn thigh tattoo in its full glory. Ignoring JK’s laugh, he touched his skin without hesitation, amazement winning against shyness, to trace the outline of the dragon. It curled around his thigh, starting near the already forming bruise from the fall on the bathroom floor, and ending above his knee; the creature dark and beautifully crafted. “I need to fuck you, hyung. Like, right now.”
“How shameless of you,” JK tutted with a wide smile, but didn’t protest when Jungkook tugged him back on the bed, one hand still caressing the dragon.
They kissed again, this time with way more tongue and urgency.
“Wait.” JK gently pushed him away with a hand on his chest after a good five minutes, booping his nose when he pouted. “We need to get lube. I might be used to bottoming, but it doesn’t mean I’ll let you fuck me dry. We’re kind of big.”
“Oh. Right.” Jungkook let him search through his bedside cabinet, unsurprised that his older self knew exactly where he kept his lube, but then he registered what he had just said. “Wait. You’re used to it?”
JK dropped the travel sized bottle onto his lap before shimmying out of his underwear. Jungkook turned away on instinct, cheeks hot, even though he had technically seen that dick more times than he could count.
The context was entirely different this time around, though.
“I do happen to enjoy being fucked and do it often, yes,” JK answered and gave him a look. “You’ll have to wait a year or so for the epiphany, I’m not going to say more. Wanna finger me?”
Jungkook blinked, a little startled at the change of topic after having such a big load of vague information dropped on him, but shook himself out of it quickly, afraid that JK would take his silence the wrong way. “Yeah. But, uh, could you guide me a little? Hyung?”
“Of course.” He kissed him briefly and then moved closer to the headboard, fluffing the pillows to be more comfortable. After he was done, he spread his muscular, hairless legs, blush high on his cheeks. It made him look bashful, even in such lewd position. “Lube up your fingers first and then come here.”
Dick twitching in his underwear, Jungkook swallowed, reaching for the small bottle. He opened it with trembling fingers, nervous, but so turned on he could almost taste his own arousal. Just a few hours before he had been talking to ARMY without a care in the world, planning to play a game before going to sleep, and now, instead, he was about to lose his virginity with himself, just older and so much more handsome and experienced. He glanced at JK who was playing with his nipples and watching him, spread open just for him. Jungkook’s breath hitched. Fuck.
Finally, he crawled between JK’s legs, squealing in surprise when he tugged him in for a harsh kiss by his nape. His head was spinning when they separated. He was sure there was spit on his chin.
“Get on with it.” JK guided him by the wrist to his asshole, humming happily when Jungkook’s wet fingers rubbed against it. He was completely hairless there as well, groomed nearly to perfection. “You don’t have to be too gentle, but start with one finger, big boy.”
Jungkook nodded, throat too choked up to speak. He hesitated for a second, but when JK only smiled at him encouragingly, looking as affected as he himself felt, he pushed his middle finger in. It nearly got sucked in right to the knuckle.
“Yeah,” JK groaned, most likely exaggerating it for his sake, but Jungkook couldn’t say he minded. Listening to his own voice like that was only making him harder, for reasons he didn’t want to think about.
He pumped his finger in and out for a minute or two, adding another one when JK told him to. There was a little bit of resistance this time, but it went away after Jungkook, in a moment of bravery, bent down to suck on one of his nipples. JK laughed breathlessly, surprised.
“You’re learning quickly,” he praised him, tangling his tattooed hand in his hair. He tugged gently and smirked at the quiet moan that followed, but didn’t comment on it, knowing better than to tease his inexperienced self about kinks he hadn’t yet figured out. He nudged him with his knee instead, a little sick of the foreplay. Normally he wouldn’t mind, but he also didn’t take charge often, content with being passive, especially for his hyungs. Different dynamics when you were used to one way could change everything. “Put in another. I want your dick in my ass as soon as possible.”
Jungkook cursed under his breath, but complied, listening with slight embarrassment to the squelching noises his fingers were making inside the older. He was warm and smooth, muscles easily giving in under his fingertips while Jungkook searched for his prostate with the limited knowledge he had about real gay sex. He was so focused on the task that he flinched when JK moaned, this time completely sincerely, his dick bobbing against his abs. Jungkook immediately gave all his attention to the smooth, swollen bulb, rubbing it gently but quickly, with a clear intent.
“Shit,” JK panted and halted his movements with a hand on his forearm. His fingers were a little sweaty, just like his long hair, and when Jungkook straightened to look at him fully, he saw that his blush had spread nearly to his collarbones. He wondered if he was in a similar state. He certainly felt like it. “Stop or I’ll - ah - come and I’d rather do that on your cock. Especially if we're going raw. It shouldn't be a problem since we're literally the same person, but are you fine with it?”
“Fuck, okay.” Jungkook swallowed, obediently taking out his fingers and giving him space. While he was taking off his underwear he watched as JK sat up, ran a hand through his messy hair to contain it at least a little and then stalked towards him. He threw his boxer briefs somewhere on the floor, no longer shy about the nudity, which was strange, but not unwelcome. “How are we gonna do this?”
“I want to ride you,” JK said without hesitation and threw one leg over his thighs, keeping his balance with a hand on his shoulders and then used it to push him onto his back. He reached for the discharged bottle of lube and squirted nearly half of its contents onto Jungkook’s dick, who gasped at the cold, but JK only smiled at him mischievously, not at all sorry. “We like it wet,” he explained off-handedly and didn’t give him even a second to think about it; as soon as he finished speaking, he held up Jungkook’s dick with one hand, guiding it into his stretched hole.
Identical moans rang out in the hotel room when the head slipped inside.
Jungkook cursed, hands scrambling for something to hold onto and landing on JK’s waist. He instinctively thrusted his hips, making the older fall forward with a breathy noise and they would have probably knocked their heads together if he hadn’t steadied himself by putting his hands on his chest.
“Calm down, I'm nuh-not going anywhere yet,” JK laughed, his voice thick and strained. He pinched one of Jungkook’s nipples and began moving his hips in little circles, dropping lower and lower until all seven inches were inside him. It had taken way less time than Jungkook would have expected, but JK had said that he bottomed often, after all.
He was very curious about who would he end up being so close with in the future, if he would just hook-up with people (although he doubted that, always a hopeless romantic) or find a second half, but he forgot all about it a second later, when JK bent down to lick into his mouth again.
“I’m gonna start moving now, baby,” the older murmured, his warm breath tickling against Jungkook’s face, who had nearly gasped at the unexpected pet name. He liked it more than he would’ve thought, before that day always imagining himself as the one in charge.
He nodded, a little stunned. JK smiled down at him and immediately got to work.
The lube made lewd, squelching noises when JK raised himself and then dropped down with a grunt, repeating it a few times, slowly, to catch the rhythm and the right angle. He watched Jungkook’s face through his half closed eyes, satisfaction rising because of the little whines that seemed to be getting punched right out of him. His younger self had an almost bruising hold on his hips and his cute face was scrunched up in pleasure he'd never felt before. The future Jungkook had had a different first time experience, not with himself, for starters (unless something had made him repress the memory), but he still remembered how intense it had been. He couldn’t even imagine how he’d have felt if he had lost his virginity in a situation, which seemed more like an intricate wet dream than reality.
Dull nails dug into his thighs and JK bit his lip, deciding he had gotten used to the stretch enough (usually he was quicker with it, but he hadn’t been fucked for nearly two weeks, the preparations for the new single causing him and his hyungs to be too tired to fool around). He straightened up, eyes almost rolling to the back of his head when the new position pushed Jungkook’s dick even deeper. It was now nudging against his prostate deliciously and he braced his thighs better on the sides of the younger’s hips, hanging onto that feeling. Huffing a little in pleasure, he began fucking himself in the earnest, muscles on his legs visible and powerful.
Jungkook closed his eyes for a moment, overwhelmed, but opened them again quickly, needing to engrave the picture in his head. JK looked unreal above him. He was sweating; a drop rolled down his thick neck when he trailed his hands up his own torso and stopped at his dark nipples, twisting them and pinching every time his hips dropped with a wet squelch. Jungkook’s hips twitched and he moaned, dragging his nails down JK’s thighs, over the tattoo. He wanted to fuck up into the tight heat engulfing his cock so badly, wanted to make his future selves' composed face drop, but he was unsure, still a little intimidated, even when JK whined, high-pitched. His leaking dick was bobbing uselessly between his legs, a sticky patch of precum shining on the skin below his belly button.
Jungkook licked his lips, telling himself fuck it and shifted his weight onto his feet propped up behind JK on the bed, thrusting his hips hard, nearly punching the air out of him.
JK cursed under his breath, laughing, a little winded. “Yeah, like that, baby,” he encouraged him, moaning when the next plunge drilled the younger’s cock right into his prostate. Soon he found the rhythm, meeting the thrusts in the middle, each one almost making him choke on his loud inhales, which were overshadowed by the sound of Jungkook’s balls slapping against his ass. He was nearing the edge and a look at the other’s face, flushed red with exertion and pleasure, proved that he wasn’t far behind.
“Gonna come,” he rasped out, leaning forward to give Jungkook more room to fuck into him. His hands immediately found his waist, forcing him onto his cock with even more strength.
Gasping, JK hung his head down, long hair sticking to his temples. With a loud choked whine he came, completely untouched, when Jungkook held him down on his dick and began grinding, hips unforgiving. Suddenly JK was glad for the torturous hours Seokjin and Hoseok spent training him to come only from anal stimulation.
“What-” Jungkook slowed down, shocked, after he realized why JK’s body locked up in his arms for a long moment, muscles trembling and clenching down on his cock, as if in waves. He had almost come himself, new to such intense pleasure. “Hyung, are you okay?”
“Yeah, shit.” JK’s eyes rolled back, mind still coming down. He panted, blinking a few times to get rid of the white spots. “Why’d you stop?”
Jungkook snorted, completely astonished. Worry left him as quickly as it had appeared, leaving him even more turned on than before, if that was even possible. His dick pulsed steadily, almost uncomfortable now. “You’re something else, hyung.”
“I know,” JK hummed, smile still a little dazed. He held himself up on Jungkook’s chest, strong arms trembling barely noticeably. He moved his hips on the younger’s dick, hissing quietly. He was sensitive, but nothing he couldn’t handle. “Come on, give me your cum. Fill me up, big boy.”
With a groan, Jungkook complied, throwing away all pleasantries to chase his own pleasure. He let JK grope his chest and tug on his hair, moaning at the filth he’d whisper brokenly into his ear, even though he could barely register the words. His moves were frantic, slightly egoistic, and he’d most likely feel bad for it later, but now, nothing mattered but the pulsing, tight heat around his dick. Lube was squelching, running down his balls, and his muscles protested at the workout (JK was heavy, especially now, oversensitive and unable to hold himself up; his face pressed into his neck, where Jungkook could feel messy, open mouthed kisses), getting a break only when he came deep inside the older, moaning. His hips twitched a few times violently, riding out the orgasm, before dropping heavily on the mattress. His flushed skin instantly stuck to the wet sheets and if he had been any more aware of his surroundings in that moment, he would have winced in disgust.
“Fuck,” JK wheezed, letting out a short, tired laugh after a while, during which they had been only breathing deeply, still connected. “I forgot I used to have the stamina of a bull. Damn.” He winced and involuntarily clenched around Jungkook’s dick, pecking him on the lips as an apology when he whined softly, sensitive. “You broke my ass.”
“Suh-sorry hyung,” Jungkook choked out. He was blinking up at the ceiling, trying to come back into himself. He had never come that hard. The room was floating. “You buh-broke my dick.”
JK snorted, flicking him gently on the forehead. His own eyes weren’t fully clear yet either, but it seemed like he was used to it. “You’ll live,” he said and began sliding off of the younger’s shaft, kissing him messily to distract him from the pain of his rubbed raw cock. Spit was dripping down their chins.
“I feel like I could sleep for a week,” Jungkook mumbled a few minutes later, tongue and lips almost numb from the kisses. He opened his eyes, looking straight into their exact copy. His heart stuttered. It still felt unreal.
“Mhm, me too, but we should clean up a little.” JK grimaced. Cum mixed with lube was drying on his thighs and still dribbling from his stretched out hole. It felt sexy only when he was in the throes of pleasure. “I have no clue when I’ll get sent back home, but I don’t want to find out if it’s possible to time travel naked with your own cum inside your ass.”
Jungkook blushed furiously, focusing on the fact that the older was, indeed, not from his own world, rather than on the very graphic visuals.
“Oh stop it.” JK rolled his eyes. He sat up, hissing at the twinge in his tailbone. It wasn’t even close to his most severe after-fuck pain, but he was allowed to feel uncomfortable after not being fucked for days. And, his hip still throbbed a little from the fall. There would for sure appear a nasty bruise later, a reminder of what happened. He couldn't even be mad about it. “You just fucked and came into an almost five years older version of yourself, stop acting like a virgin. I just took away your rights to that, you’re welcome.”
He pouted, just for show. It felt weird to even think about, but he’d miss his future self.
Jungkook watched, gnawing on his thumb, as JK limped to his desk where his wet wipes were. Maybe tomorrow it’ll turn out that it was all just an insane dream, he thought, eyes trailing over the tattoos, over the bruises already forming after his own hands, over the long, disheveled hair and the fake eyebrow piercing that was somehow still intact. Maybe.
He hoped not.
The next morning he woke up to someone pounding on his door and for the first time in his life he was happy about waking up gross, smelly and with greasy hair. He called out that he’s awake and looked around the room, rubbing his tired eyes with his knuckles. His breath hitched in his throat, when he noticed wet wipes in the bin, the bedding he had laid out yesterday crumpled into a ball and shoved into the corner. His muscles hurt, but in an entirely different way than they do after a good workout.
He laughed into his palm, feeling a little bit insane, but also weirdly giddy.
It had not been a dream.
Fuck.