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“So, what do you want to do with him?” Agust asks as he’s looking down on Kwan Chungae, tied to a chair and gagged with a piece of cloth. They are in an empty warehouse at the edge of Agust’s territory. Taehyung found the perfect place for Jack to do whatever he wants with their last guy because the chance of anyone wandering here is very small, but even if that happened, Taehyung and Jungkook are keeping an eye on the building from the outside.
“I want to let him go and then catch him,” Jack says, standing on the other side of Kwan. Agust raises a brow at that. He’s curious if Jack is intentionally leaning into the puppy image, or if this is something that he would’ve liked to do before Agust even said anything.
“Really? You’re going to fetch him for me?” Agust can’t help but smile at the image in his head: Jack dragging Kwan back to him before he beats the shit out of him and kills him. It’s not a bad idea at all. The more Agust thinks about it, the more he likes it.
“Really. Sounds fun, does it not?” Jack asks, catching his gaze. Jack’s eyes are sharp but mischievous and Agust is suddenly hit with the reality of them flirting while planning the death of a traitor. It is surprisingly fun.
“It doesn’t sound bad,” Agust shrugs, taking a step away from Kwan. “The stage is all yours.”
Jack smiles at him briefly before pulling a knife out of his back pocket. He twirls it between his fingers as he steps behind Kwan and quickly cuts through his ties then he puts the knife away again. Kwan scrambles to his feet, pulling the gag out of his mouth but he doesn’t start running. Instead, he looks at Agust with pleading eyes.
“I—I can explain it,” Kwan tries but Agust immediately waves him off. He’s sure that the guy has a beautiful story about why the eight of them just had to conspire against Agust behind his back. Agust is not interested in hearing any of it.
“Didn’t you hear what he said?” Agust asks in disbelief. “Run, you idiot.”
Defeat envelops all of the man’s body at once. He swallows hard, his eyes darting toward Jack who looks ready to pounce any minute. Agust is pleased to see the sweat running down the side of his face. He likes to see them scared for their lives. He likes feeling powerful with Jack by his side.
Finally, the severity of the situation catches up, and Kwan starts running toward the door. Agust looks at Jack still standing by the chair, slowly counting back on his fingers, his eyes glued to the spot they last saw Kwan. Once Jack runs out of fingers, he darts after the man. Agust chuckles quietly. He doesn’t even know why he does it. There is hardly anything funny about the situation.
This started out with him wanting revenge on the person who wronged him, but everything shifted and now he’s just having fun. It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
He sort of prefers this because he doesn’t like being angry. He doesn’t like letting people get under his skin and weigh down his mind, but it feels like Jack already got inside him in more ways than one. That alone should make him uncomfortable, and yet he’s feeling the opposite.
It takes a few minutes before Agust hears footsteps approaching him and the sound of someone getting dragged on the floor. Jack smiles at him as soon as their eyes meet. He’s holding onto one of Kwan’s ankles, who has a bruise blooming on his jaw and looks a little dazed, like he’s fighting to stay conscious.
Jack drops him in front of Agust and says, “I was pretty fast, wasn’t I?”
“Faster than I anticipated,” Agust nods. Somehow his voice sounds awfully fond, and he barely recognizes it. “You caught him and now you’ll kill him, right?”
Kwan starts to stand up from the ground. He’s wobbling badly but he still gets himself up to his feet. Jack takes a few steps back, lifting his hands in front of his body defensively.
“Soon, yeah,” Jack answers, his eyes only on the other man. Kwan stumbles forward, trying to land a punch but Jack easily evades it. It looks as though Jack is just playing with him while Kwan is actually trying really hard to land a punch.
“You re-really don’t care about the reasoning,” Kwan says, sounding surprised. Agust can’t imagine why he would think his reasons would be so important. This might be the first time anyone tried to overthrow Agust in such a blatant way but it’s definitely not the first time Agust heard about such betrayals. It’s always the same. It’s never anything important.
“He doesn’t care, so shut the fuck up,” Jack suggests not-so-kindly. He evades another punch when Kwan tries again, looking frustrated by Jack’s answers. They keep repeating the same punch and evading motion without Jack looking like he wants to punch him back. Agust realizes that he might be doing it to humiliate the guy. It’s not a bad idea but Agust is getting restless. He doesn’t want to stand here until Jack gets tired of his cat-and-mouse game.
Jack did say that he wanted to kill the last two with Agust, so…
When Kwan circles back to him, his back turned to him as though Agust himself isn’t a threat to his life, Agust reaches out and taps him on the shoulder. Kwan spins around with a glint of surprise in his eyes before Agust punches him straight in the nose. There’s an awful crunch sound and then Kwan stumbles back, his back hitting the ground. Agust doesn’t look at Jack but from the corner of his eyes, he can see him staring at him in surprise.
Agust doesn’t falter for a second. He gets on top of Kwan just like Jack did with Yun yesterday. Blood is gushing from Kwan’s nose, and he looks like he’s having a hard time concentrating on Agust.
His mind goes red and Agust punches him again just for the hell of it. Because this guy fucking deserves this. Nobody can betray him and walk away like nothing happened. So, he does it again. A pair of gentle hands appear on Agust’s waist, chest leaning against his back and then Jack hooks his chin on his shoulder. Agust lets out a shaky breath as he reaches for his gun.
“You two are a pair of sick fu—”
Before Kwan could finish his last insult, Agust pulls the trigger, aiming right between his eyes. His warm blood splatters on Agust’s face and he closes his eyes for a second. Only then he realizes how hard they are both breathing. Jack presses a kiss under his jaw and Agust can feel his smile on his skin. Agust’s body finally relaxes, letting go of all the tension that he has been holding in.
It takes a minute before they both stand up, taking a few steps away from each other. Agust is still having trouble regulating his breathing and he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from Jack. Half of the younger’s face is also covered in blood and despite what they just did, Jack is looking at him with a terribly fond expression on his face. Agust pushes his hair back, adjusting his coat with one hand.
Before he could think about it, Agust grabs him by his arms and pulls him closer until Jack’s face is pressed to his neck. One of Agust’s hands is holding the back of Jack’s head and the other is on his back and somehow Agust feels... complete. He doesn’t understand why or how. It makes no sense because if he thinks about it logically, they should not work together. Yet, the two of them feel right.
Even though Agust could stand here for many hours, they can’t linger. Taehyung and Jungkook have to clean up their mess and they are waiting for his sign, so eventually and slowly, he lets Jack go and gestures toward the door.
“It’s time to go,” he announces and starts walking without waiting for a response. He already knows that Jack will follow him, and he does. By the time they step out of the warehouse, Jungkook is already walking in circles while Taehyung is leaning against his car, looking a little irritated.
“All done?” Jungkook asks immediately when he spots them.
“No more traitors left,” Jack beams, giving a happy thumbs up. Taehyung pushes himself off the car and wanders next to Jungkook, suspiciously eying the blood on Agust’s face. Agust shakes his head, signaling that it’s not his blood.
“So, everything is finally going back to normal. That’s a relief,” Taehyung comments, still frowning, and then he turns his head away as though he’s checking if anyone is nearby.
“It is. Could you call Jin for me and arrange a meeting with him tomorrow? He was dying to know what went down,” Agust sighs. He acts like it’s a burden, but he actually enjoys spending some time with him especially if his husband is there too. Namjoon always seemed to bring out the best in him.
“Sure,” Taehyung nods. “He’s not the only one who’s very interested in this.”
“What does that mean?” Jack asks, shifting a little closer to Agust. Their shoulders are touching and Jungkook immediately notices the strange lack of space between them. Agust receives his suspicious glare with a blank one.
“Jimin showed up yesterday.” Taehyung explains. Agust looks at him and frowns. It feels like JImin is everywhere, so that’s not out of the ordinary, but there is something in Taehyung’s voice that’s hard to make out. Distaste? Hesitance? Apprehension? Perhaps a mix of all three.
“Jimin was sort of my mentor when I first started freelancing. I think he recognized my style to some extent,” Jack hums, and Agust didn’t consider that. Jimin looked creeped out when they talked and maybe it was because it seemed so familiar to him. “I suppose he wanted to make sure.”
Taehyung doesn’t seem convinced. “Maybe.”
“Do we get today off too?” Jungkook asks, changing the topic completely. Agust doesn’t mind because, personally, he doesn’t think there is anything weird about Jimin’s behavior.
“After you dump the body, sure. But tomorrow you’re going to gather everyone and do what we’ve discussed. Scare them a little,” Agust suggests, pretending like he doesn’t see the smile on Jack’s face. “I think it would be smart to rearrange the units and assign new roles. We don’t want them to feel this comfortable. Got it?”
Taehyung and Jungkook nod at the same time. They say their goodbyes quickly and Agust and Jack start going back to his car. They both badly need a shower.
However, they don’t walk fast enough to not hear Jungkook saying, "Oh, parsimonious they living fucked substance."
"Yeah, aspiring no thank shit board JK relates," Taehyung sighs, like it should be obvious to everyone.
"This dillydally never strain happened sincere before honey," Jungkook shoots back defensively, and he’s not wrong about that.
After a second of silence, Taehyung asks "Did you call me honey?"
"...No?"
Agust shakes his head as they get into the car. They are unbelievable but Agust doesn’t expect anything else from them. This is why he’s so fond of them, to begin with.
“You have to teach me their language,” Jack says, and Agust just smiles. He doesn’t want to teach him at all. If he sticks around long enough, he’s sure that Jack would figure it out on his own too. Until then, Agust feels calmer if Jack has no clue that they are talking about them.
Agust is surprised when he finds Jack in the dining room. He expected him to be looking at more paintings or something alike. He expected another conversation where they talk about nothing at all: some weird comments about love then another few sentences about something more serious. That seemed to be their routine so far.
Jack senses his presence and steps away from the window. They come together like magnets. Agust is almost shocked by how quickly it happens. One second Jack is walking towards him and in the next Jack’s hands are resting on Agust’s waists, pulling him closer. The air around them feels weird like it’s simmering on low heat. Agust doesn’t feel like he’s in a rush when he places his hands on Jack’s shoulder.
“You find me interesting now and you changed your mind about me,” Jack observes, and Agust feels like this should be a question, but Jack looks confident. “How do you feel now?”
Agust takes a heavy breath and considers the questions carefully while his eyes are studying Jack’s facial expression. Jack looks the same as he did when Agust thought that he betrayed him, and yet, the sight of his face doesn’t fill Agust’s body with fury anymore.
“I feel shaken up,” Agust says slowly, sliding his hand up Jack’s neck. “A little bit like I’ve been turned upside down.” His thumb touches Jack’s scar on his mouth. The one that he got while protecting Agust. The one that completes Agust’s own scar when they are facing each other like this. “Unexpectedly infatuated.”
Jack smiles softly under Agust’s thumb. Agust looks down at the dining table, spotting a small bowl of pomegranates.
“Unexpectedly,” Jack echoes, sounding amused by the notion of it. Agust lifts a pomegranate seed up to Jack’s mouth and the younger accepts it immediately. The crimson juice colors his lips. “My fascination with you is not really unexpected. You called me sweetheart when we met the second time.”
“That hardly means that you have to develop a crush on me,” Agust huffs, his eyes flickering down to Jack’s hand, which is now presenting him with a pomegranate seed as well. Agust lets him feed him too.
“What can I say? I’m easy,” Jack jokes, and Agust feeds him another seed.
“Four years,” Agust muses quietly. His teeth scrape Jack’s thumb as another piece of pomegranate gets fed to him. He hasn’t had the time to think about the fact that Jack has been in love with him for four years, although it may not be love, just some twisted form of it. It’s almost daunting to think about that. Agust wouldn’t have guessed because Jack has never initiated anything before this. He waited patiently for his time to come. Agust suddenly feels like he’s overflowing with lust. He wants to kiss Jack. He wants to devour him.
“And I would wait four more if I thought that in the end, you would see me,” Jack tells him, like it’s no big deal but deep down they both know that it is. The tips of Agust’s thumb and index fingers are tainted with red and he only notices that when he cradles Jack’s face. The same color sits on the younger’s lip and runs down the corner of his mouth too.
Agust kisses him then, one hand going behind Jack’s head the other sliding to his back and he’s pushing Jack against the table. They both kiss like they are starving for it even though it’s barely been half a day since they last did it. Agust is so unsure if this hunger will ever disappear or if it’ll only continue to grow. It feels tremendous and it makes his side throb with pain.
Agust licks every inch of Jack’s lips, tasting his tongue and the pomegranate. It only makes him want more and more. Jack lets out a startled gasp when Agust puts his hands behind his knees and lifts him to the table. Agust pushes the bowl out of the way and breaks the kiss. They stare at each other with wide eyes before Agust puts his hand on Jack’s chest and slowly starts pushing. Jack looks surprised but he lets Agust push him down on the table. Agust looks him up and down, his hands running down Jack's side and he swears he can feel his stomach rumble without any noise. He smiles a little when he notices that Jack is slowly getting turned on by this. He places his palm on Jack’s clothed cock and presses down and Jack makes a small noise, lifting his hips a little.
“I’m starving, sweetheart,” Agust announces with a smile.
“Oh, fuck,” Jack giggles, lifting his arms to cover his face like he’s suddenly flustered by the situation. Agust feels pleased with his reaction. That’s not something that he saw from Jack before. With his other hand, he pushes up Jack’s shirt, so he can lean down and press a kiss to his stomach. At the same time, he applies more pressure on his cock too. Jack chokes out a moan, his hand flying down to grasp at Agust’s hair. “Fuck, you can’t—”
“Want you to moan my name,” Agust murmurs against his lower stomach. He gently bites the skin there just to sate his hunger a little bit. His hands find the button of Jack’s pants and quickly undoes it before pulling down the zipper.
“You’re killing me, Agust,” Jack moans, his fingers flexing in Agust hair as Agust tries to pull his pants and underwear down to his thighs. It’s a bit of a struggle but he succeeds eventually, and by that time Jack’s cock is all hard and red. His mouth waters.
“Not that one,” Agust says as he grabs Jack’s hips, his tongue circles just the head, which is already shiny from precum, but Agust lets his saliva drip down too.
“Wha-what?” Jack asks, disoriented.
Agust pulls back, catching Jack’s confused gaze and clarifies, “My other name, Hoseok-ah.”
Jack’s breath hitches audibly and Agust wraps his mouth around his cockhead, swirling his tongue around, feeling pleased when he sees the muscles in Hoseok’s thighs go taut.
“Yoo—Yoongi,” Hoseok says so quietly that it’s almost a whisper. He sounds so uncertain, like he’s not sure that he’s really allowed to say it even though he’d said Yoongi’s name before, and he has known his name for God knows how long. Yoongi sinks down fully, pressing his tongue to the underside, wanting to hear Hoseok’s sincere moans, and he gets them. Hoseok’s fingers tighten as he moans, “Yoongi-hyung, holy shit.”
Yoongi makes a pleased noise, trying to let Hoseok know that he’s doing well, and then he starts bobbing his head. He wants to make the younger feel good. He wants to revel in the newly developed bond that they have. This isn’t really a thank you blowjob for protecting Yoongi even when he had no idea of the dangers around him but it’s something adjacent to that. He doesn’t feel he owes Hoseok anything because Hoseok decided to do this all on his own, but something in him is eager to show his appreciation.
“Hyu—hyung, I feel so crazy,” Hoseok complains, his back arching when Yoongi focuses more on the head again. He does all the things that he thinks could make Hoseok lose his mind because the thing is: he likes Hoseok crazy the most. “I’m so fu—turned on. I ca—can’t do this.”
Yoongi pulls back, replacing his mouth with his hand, giving Hoseok a few strokes to keep him on the edge.
“‘s fine. Come in my mouth when you feel ready, Hoseok-ah,” Yoongi smiles, knowing that it will get a reaction out of Hoseok, and he’s right. Hoseok’s breathing picks up and he looks impossibly turned on with his dilated pupils and flushed cheeks. “I wanna eat you up.”
Hoseok puts his other hand on Yoongi’s head and pulls him back down. Yoongi goes without any resistance. He sinks down on Hoseok’s cock again, relaxing his throat before the head brushes against it. His eyes sting a little, but he lets Hoseok control him and he just follows the pace that Hoseok needs.
“Ah, fuck, you’re insane too,” Hoseok gaps, already sounding like a wreck, “But I wa—want this. Want this, Yoongi-hyu—hyung, so bad.”
Yoongi isn’t sure what that means exactly but he hums around him, his grip on Hoseok’s waist loosening in order to softly caress him as though he’s trying to calm him down. He doesn’t really want him to calm down though. He wants him wound up and riled. Wants him to keep saying his name over and over again because it has never felt good to hear anyone utter his name like that.
He increases his pace because his jaw is starting to hurt and he’s dying to kiss Hoseok again. Hoseok’s moans turn more desperate and breathier at that, and he starts holding onto Yoongi more firmly too. Yoongi almost wants to smile at that. It encourages him to do more, to do better. He wants to take Hoseok apart from the inside and find what makes him tick. He just wants, wants, wants. He wants so many things that he has never wanted before.
“Yoongi-hyung, feels so nice, ‘m gonna come,” Hoseok blabbers, his voice suddenly becoming higher until it dissolves into an elongated whine, and Yoongi feels his cock twitch in his mouth a second before he starts coming. He pulls back until his mouth is only wrapped around the head again. He lets Hoseok fill his mouth with his cum and he swallows down every drop of it, while keeping his eyes on the way the younger falls apart. It’s a beautiful sight to behold.
Eventually, when Hoseok’s hands disappear from his hair, Yoongi withdraws entirely. He holds out a hand to Hoseok, which the other accepts after a moment. He pulls him up into a sitting position. Their foreheads meet first and then their lips. Hoseok licks into his mouth, like he’s making sure that this all really happened. It’s a brief kiss but Agust feels raw from it anyway.
“You have no right to be surprised that I’m obsessed with you after this one,” Jack beams. He sounds like he’s drunk on something and Agust kind of likes that.
“I suppose nothing is surprising after all this,” Agust says quietly. They share a smile and a look that’s too soft for two killers. Then he asks, “Do you want to join me for tomorrow’s poker game? I have a feeling someone is interested in meeting you.”
Without any questions, Jack nods. “Of course.”
Agust notices all the pairs of eyes following them as they step inside his casino. It’s not really surprising considering that the only people he comes here with are Taehyung and Jungkook. Even that is rare considering their distaste for the casino as a whole. Jack walking next to him is definitely strange to everyone, including Agust. He’s more used to being alone as well.
It’s a nice change, though.
Jin and Namjoon are already at the table. Jin is nursing a drink while his husband is shuffling the deck. The casino has quite a few tables, but they tend to play at the one that’s right in the middle of it. Jin probably likes it when people see Agust lose to him while Agust likes the brazenness of having a conversation with another leader in the open. It makes them both feel powerful.
Jin is the one who spots them first. He leans back in his chair with a surprised expression, his eyes jumping between Agust and Jack. Agust pulls his chair out and Jack stands beside him wordlessly.
“I apologize for the wait,” Agust says instead of a greeting, and Jin waves it off with a smile.
“We got here early because I was too curious,” Jin explains, and that’s not uncharacteristic of him. Agust wonders sometimes if he’s bored. Maybe Jin wouldn’t have minded if Agust got overthrown if it meant some excitement.
“And he has a bit of addiction to seeing you lose in poker,” Namjoon adds before his eyes flicker toward Jack, and he nods at him. Jack does the same. “I didn’t know you were bringing a friend.”
“I’ll explain it in a little bit. Let’s decide how much we are playing for today,” Agust says. his attention shifts back to Jin, who keeps turning the glass in his hand.
“66 million won?” Jin offers.
Agust makes a tsk noise with his mouth, already displeased. “You love your 66 million won.”
“Every time we play this amount you lose,” Jin shrugs, not even trying to hide his reasoning. 66 million might be Jin’s lucky number, but with Jack by his side, Agust happens to feel quite lucky too.
“So be it. Can you hand us the chips, Joon-ah?” Agust asks, gesturing towards them in front of Namjoon. Agust then looks up at Jack, and Jack leans down. “Can you bring me a drink from the bar? Just say that it’s for me. They know my order.”
“Of course, “Jack nods and walks off. Agust turns back to the table and starts stacking the chips based on their colors. It’s not like he’s never won against Jin. He has multiple times. It’s just rare. Today might be different though. Namjoon shuffles the cards again. Jin places the minimum bet and Agust does the same.
“So, who was it?” Jin probes once Namjoon starts dealing the cards. Two for each player and three cards facing down in the middle of the table. Agust hesitates, considering if he wants to make Jin work for it first. “Oh, for the love of god, don’t play hard to get with me.”
Agust rolls his eyes. “It was Jack.”
He checks his cards: a black eight of clubs and a black seven of hearts. Not the worst hand.
“That’s surprising. He’s still breathing,” Jin observes.
“I’m aware. Turns out I had snakes in my nest, and he was just getting rid of them for me,” Agust explains as plainly as he can. Namjoon flips the cards in the middle: a black king of spades, a black joker of clubs, and a red four of diamonds. “We took care of them now, so everything should go back to normal.”
“So, there were people who were trying to betray you. I was right. You look weak,” Jin says with tremendous happiness in his voice. He raises the bet and Agust matches it.
“Congratulations,” Agust mutters unhappily, then adds, “They are all dead, so I don’t feel weak at all.”
“How long before someone else tries again?” Jin wonders, taking a small sip from his glass. He looks smug but Agust wonders if Jin feels any kind of genuine worry for him, if that’s the reason why he keeps pushing him.
Namjoon puts down another card and flips it. A red four of hearts.
“Does it matter? They won’t succeed anyway,” Agust shrugs nonchalantly. Why should he be worried about the future? He does what he can to prevent it in the present but there’s not much to do after that. He doesn’t want to look paranoid.
Before Jin could say anything more, Jack arrives with his usual order of whiskey on the rocks and places it down in front of him. Agust quickly wraps his hand around Jack’s wrist, preventing him from moving away, and instead, he pulls him into his lap.
For a moment, everything is frozen. Both Jin and Namjoon are staring at Agust’s arm around Jack’s waist. Then finally, Jack relaxes, melting into Agust’s chest. Jin recovers too, sending an amused look his way.
“How is your heart, Agust?” Jin questions.
“Don’t look for it. The beast has already eaten it,” says Agust with a small smile. A quote from some other book.
“Didn’t know you wanted a boytoy,” Jin smirks, obviously trying to get a reaction out of Jack. He likely knows that Agust wouldn’t bite for a comment like that. Agust is too used to his type of humor. Thankfully, Jack doesn’t seem hurt by that. It almost makes Agust wonder if Jack likes that sound of that—being a toy that only Agust can play with.
“How could he? When he doesn’t know what’s good for him,” Jack shoots back, and Jin looks genuinely impressed by that, which is not a look that Agust often receives.
“Maybe he finally found it.” Jin raises his eyebrows, sharing a glance with Namjoon. “This feels like a great tragedy, though. Losing a good freelancer? Those are hard to come by. I’m hoping that you… doing whatever that you do with Agust won’t compromise every info that I trusted you with.”
“That depends on the outcome of this game,” Jack replies instantly. Jin leans back in his chair again, throwing his head back and Namjoon snorts out a laugh. Jack is pretty charming in his own way and Agust can’t stop himself from smiling at him proudly and softly patting his stomach. Jack turns towards him and their noses almost brush. “Is this what the leaders do in their free time?”
“Sometimes,” Agust replies honestly. He feels proud of himself when he lets Jack turn away from him without kissing him.
“I like this,” Namjoon says, looking like he’s having the time of his life listening to them. “Maybe the two of you should come over for dinner sometime. There is less cigarette smoke at our place and more drinks.”
“Speaking of cigarettes…” Agust reaches into his pocket and takes out one and his lighter.
“Oh, c’mon, Agust,” Namjoon complains lightheartedly. The cigarette is already smoking between Agust lips, though. Agust takes a drag and blows it away from them, then holds it out for Jack.
“Can you hold this for me, sweetheart?” Agust asks, and Jack takes it from him without a question. “Also, I doubt you have more drinks at your house than we have here.”
“You have to come over to find out,” Namjoon teases. Agust isn’t against the idea at all, but he thinks that certain people might not like it.
Jin leans back, entwining his fingers on top of the table as he announces, “I don’t like this.” He gestures towards Agust and Jack. “I approve of it, but I don’t like it. You’re both very annoying, so I don’t approve of inviting them over either.”
“But I like them,” Namjoon insists. Agust might lose to Jin all the time, but he has never seen Namjoon lose. Ever. It’s almost a universal rule that Namjoon gets whatever he wants.
“Yeah, Jin. Namjoon-ah likes us and I’m very curious about his bonsai trees,” Agust chimes in, trying to add more fuel to the fire. Jin squints at him, shaking his head.
“Look, he’s curious about my bonsai trees,” Namjoon adds, gesturing in their direction.
“No, he’s not. He’s just trying to annoy me,” Jin sighs, dragging a hand over his face. He’s right as always, but Agust isn’t going to admit that to him. “I thought we were here to play poker and not… argue about dinner.”
Agust turns his head towards Jack and even without saying anything Jack knows what he wants and lifts the cigarette to his lips. Agust takes a drag, keeping the smoke in his lungs before releasing it.
“Why can’t we do both?” Agust asks, trying to look innocent but he knows Jin sees right through him.
“Okay, how about we finish the game first and then we can talk about dinner?” Jin offers, and after a moment of silence, they all agree on it.
In the end, Agust loses the poker match, but he wins a dinner invitation.
He only sleeps a few hours before he suddenly wakes up with the burning need to smoke a cigarette again. He automatically turns his head to the side and a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips when he sees Jack sleeping on his stomach right next to him. So close that Agust can feel his breath on his naked shoulder. A few strands of his hair are covering Jack's closed eyes and Agust reaches over to push them back to their places. His knuckles slide down to Jack’s chin and before he knows it Agust is leaning closer and pressing a small kiss between his eyebrows. He lingers there for a moment longer than necessary.
He pushes himself out of bed and pulls up his discarded pajama pants from the floor. He picks up a cigarette and his lighter and walks out into the balcony. After lighting his cigarette, he drops the lighter into his pocket. The smoke feels calming now and he doesn’t feel restless at all. It feels as though a missing puzzle piece has finally been found and the puzzle is complete now. The buzzing city of Seoul hasn’t changed a bit, but Agust feels like he has changed. From the inside out.
It was forceful and violent but needed.
A hand runs up the middle of his back, probably tracing the edge of the sword on his back, and Agust's skin breaks out in goosebumps. Jack leans on the railing. He’s also shirtless, wearing only his underwear and looking very tired.
“It’s over, isn’t it?” Jack asks, and their eyes meet. Agust takes another drag and leans next to Jack too, so close to touching but not quite. Agust can almost see an invisible gleipnir tied around Jack's neck securely and he feels the other end of the binding wrapped around his own throat, keeping them chained to each other for what might be an eternity. Fenrir could break his chain, but could they? Would they even want to?
The answer feels like a simple no. Neither of them wants that.
“Yes, it is over now,” Agust says seriously, but then a smile grows on his face again, and bumps his shoulder to Jack. Yoongi adds, “But we are not. Far from it.”
Jack breathes a sigh of relief and smiles back at him.
Hoseok also breathes a sigh of relief and smiles back at him.