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Monday comes around with two vital components making up the crux of the thoughts spilling over from the weekend into a brand new work week.
“Hyung, the lab called. They want to know if you’re free to discuss the autopsy report requested for the widowered heiress’ case you were put on last week—”
“Do not enter this office unless you want the same file you’re bringing in to hit you square in the face, Choi Soobin!” Jeongguk warns clearly, articulate enough to showcase his raw ire with the entire world not falling into place now that he had the key to the rest of his days walking this hopeless planet in a forever bliss.
Kim Seokjin’s number sits cozy in his contact list with a heart (❤️🔥) right next to the 김석진 (read: 김석진 ❤️🔥) for only his eyes to see.
However, upon entering the KKT chat room, a blank space awaits, the background of Bam a stark reminder when he goes to type something in, failing to tap send each and every time.
Right now, he’s losing hours on his perfect forever, which is genuinely fucking him up.
“Well,” Soobin rolls his eyes, sneering back at his superior. Not uncalled for, honestly. Jeongguk knows he is a pain in the ass of a sunbaenim; God only knows how Soobin puts up with him depending on context. “Good morning to you, too, Jeongguk hyung. How was your weekend, hyung? I hope Bam chewed all your new shoes to the point of replacement, Jeongguk hyung!”
Jeongguk thinks he needs to employ taste testing for his food when Soobin goes out to collect his lunch, but he digresses.
Surely his assistant will be merciful enough to consider murder after he has been fucked stupid! Wishful thinking on his behalf, really.
But, if Soobin wanted him dead, there have been plenty of opportunities to do so. Again, it’s the timing. Golden hour and all of that—he thinks, get back to him on that in a few days.
From the corner of the room, inside the puppy play pen dutifully constructed three months ago as a joint effort project by every new intern at the firm, Bam sits like the absolute royal he is, a tiny growl escaping his mouth when indirectly addressed by his dad’s assistant.
Perhaps Jeongguk needs to get him a crown, the type that sits with a strap around the face. His boss had given him permission to bring his baby to work daily since there was no one to care for him given the critical circumstances around his growing adaptation skills.
Bamie is just a baby, after all, and the world needs to understand his plight.
“If you want a translation, aegi says he hates you. Loathes you. Wants to run you out of this office and never have you return,” Jeongguk rambles, calm, collected, refined, using his dog as a mouthpiece.
No one will know, obviously.
Amused, Soobin cocks an eyebrow. “Tell Bamie that no one else is going to get your outrageous coffee order from Mega if I leave you in the lurch, so he, and his owner, have to learn the art of adjustment.”
Sagely, Jeongguk nods. “Jeon Bam is willing to concede.”
“I’m sure Jeon Bam is,” Soobin rolls his eyes, again.
God, the disrespect. Jeongguk cannot deal with it.
How in the world does Taehyung even manage with him? Only his brain knows why it is wired to live, laugh, and love in the presence of Jeon Jeongguk. Personally, if Jeongguk was in his shoes, he wouldn’t give a younger brat the time of day.
But, it is imperative he be doted on by his hyungs. A universal law, if he may say so himself.
“Saying this again, and not as a jealous hyung, but Bamie is overdoted on,” Soobin peers over, watching Bam’s mouth open, teeth exposed in his direction, a low grumbling growl blending into the room. Like everyone else in existence besides Jeongguk, Bam does not like Soobin, either.
Shocker.
However, the thing with Jeongguk is that an insult (yes, this is an insult and Soobin will pay with tears of blood for surrounding his sweet puppy with evil eyes and bad energy) to Bam is an insult to his entire bloodline and he physically recoils, hit in the chest with how blasé Soobin is after going after an innocent, precious baby.
Naturally, he must retaliate for his child. It’s what any good and present parent would do, and Bam is nothing but the epitome of a sweetheart, loving and caring towards Jeongguk like he is no other.
(Yet. There’s a Seokjin-sized situation he as to dig in to. Soon. The moment is yet to come. Trust him. Come it will—the moment, and hopefully Jeongguk, too!)
He frowns, eyebrows furrowing together, and sharply spits out, “Your eomma never loved you and your appa never cared! That’s not my fault!”
The room is quiet for all of five seconds. Even Bam stops his growling, tilting his head at his dad in surprise.
(Jeongguk knows. He can read Bam well. What parent doesn’t know their own child? Jeongguk knows his baby well.)
Affronted, Soobin whines out, “Hyung!” and turns his head to the window, most probably trying to control his breathing. Ever since he began working here, therapy has been necessary, mandatory, compulsory.
“Why do you always turn your head like you’re on the episode of The Office?”
“Ever since I started working for you, my life feels like one big sitcom, so I might as well.”
“You should thank me for that.” A pen pokes the air in front of Soobin, Jeongguk punctuating his nonsensical point. “I provide you entertainment!”
“More like you’re the reason my therapist changed my weekly sessions into biweekly sessions,” Soobin massages his temples, finally slamming down the file he’d brought into the room. “Pay me more. Send and email to HR and tell them they need to increase my pay as compensation for dealing with you.”
“Sure,” Jeongguk shrugs coolly. “You’ll join me for the next trial in two days.” He informs Soobin, eyes flickering up to see how the boy’s eye’s absolutely light up like tiki torches on a sweet summer’s day at a beach festival. “I’ve just sent you the case details. Review it, I’m quizing you on it tomorrow.”
Schooling his expression to avoid Jeongguk having something to hang over his head for the rest of his life—Soobin is convinced he will be in Jeongguk’s life and vice versa for the rest of eternity because there is no one else who will be working for such a workaholic demon who has attachment issues to his friends which manifested into attachment issues with his dog, but he refuses to digress , of course—he thins his lips, faking a grimace.
“Such short notice,” He shakes his head. “Unfair, Jeongguk hyung.”
“Do you want to join the case or not?” Jeongguk barks at him, slightly miffed.
Karma is such a bitch in the worst ways; Soobin is not his son in any way, but Jeongguk has always considered him his metaphorical problem child since he began his career in law three years ago on Jeongguk’s team.
If he and Seokjin ever get married, Jeongguk will bring Soobin into the family, and Seokjin will likely have the cute kid from the club, Jungwon, tag along on his side of the family. Joint custody for Bam, and a found family with a happy ending.
How dreamy. How blissful. How spectacular.
All this would be so wonderful is Soobin wasn’t looking at him with disgust brewing in his eyes.
“You and Bam are rubbing off on each other, look at you barking at me, hyung—do you need the number to my therapist, by any chance? His name is Min—”
“You are banished from this office, leave before I set the hound loose on you!” Jeongguk points at the door, narrowing his eyes at the younger. “Insulting both me and my child in front of me, have you now shame, Choi Soobin?”
“No, you didn’t teach me to have any shame. You didn’t care enough about me, remember? And, eomma didn’t love me, apparently. Tell me, appa, what went wrong—”
“Get out!” Jeongguk hisses.
Soobin sticks his tongue out and rushes out of the office.
The kids were certainly not alright after all. How preposterous!
“Don’t be like your hyung when you grow up,” Jeongguk says to Bam, referring the Soobin, who has long returned back to his cubicle in the general office. “I’m going to disown him.”
Then, he picks up his file, and goes back to work, like nothing happened, forgetting about the number sitting on his phone and the dilemma associated with it.
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김석진 ❤️🔥
hey
this is jeon bam’s appa
jeon jeongguk
i don’t know if you remember me from the other night?
boy, it’s going to be slightly embarrassing if you don’t
i might k!ll myself, if i’m being honest
wait—i’m not trying to manipulate you
why did i send you seven messages wtf
so sorry. i’ll bury my head in the ground, thanks!
☑️ ✅ (read 20:36)
i’d be very sad if you buried your head in the ground
i think jeon bam would be the saddest of them all
survive this temporary bit for him
and hi, jeongguk-ah :]
i was beginning to think you weren’t going to text me :(
☑️✅ (read 20:28)
i didn’t think you wanted me to text you, but i said i should try regardless
hi, hyung 🥺
how’s your day been?
☑️✅ (read 20:29)
pretty average, but better now :]
how is bam? feeling better now?
how was your day? :]
p.s. i’m really happy you decided to text me :D
☑️✅ (read 20:30)
i see you like using those types of emojis ㅋㅋ
bamie is doing better now!! back to playing and growling at everyone
my day was also pretty average, but exponentially better now that i’m speaking to you 💘
you are? 😁 well, maybe i shouldn’t have taken so long
sorry ☹️☹️
☑️✅ (read 20:32)
what it is they say?
better late than never :D
☑️✅ (read 20:33)
yes, of course
i’ll be honest here
we should meet. when works for you?
☑️✅ (read 20:34)
that would be wonderful! :]
how about lunch tomorrow?
i’m free, according to my work planner
☑️✅ (read 20:35)
oh!
lunch is
sure :D
any preference?
restaurant wise?
☑️✅ (read 20:37)
i’ll go wherever you’d like to meet :]
let’s say 12:30? does that work for you?
☑️✅ (read 20:37)
perfect 🥺
let’s meet here 📍
see you tomorrow, hyung ❤️🔥❤️🔥
☑️✅ (read 20:38)
see you tomorrow, jeongguk-ah :D
☑️✅ (read 20:39)
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Was Jeongguk busy at 12:30 p.m. today?
Absolutely.
Does Jeongguk care that Soobin almost has a meltdown when he cancels his midday appointment with a high profile politician that requested to meet him one month ago and has held him in high esteem for the longest time because of his previous success stories?
Absolutely not!
Quite frankly, Jeongguk does not give a flying fuck about anyone how has ten-figure bank balances. Evidently, they can afford to wait. If there were awestruck by his unmatchable legal expertise, they would have no problem postponing and meeting on another day — this is exactly what Soobin hears when he demands a reason for Jeongguk’s abrupt cancellation, almost tearing his hair out when his boss shrugs, nonchalant.
He’s already run out of therapy sessions for the week. What a fucking shitshow, honestly! Now he has to adjust the new pattern and ask for an extra one due to negative occupational stressors causing problems in his areas of functionality.
At approximately 12:10 p.m., Jeongguk walks out of the lobby of his office building, Bam walking along his side kept on a loose leash.
This is test two, in a way.
A neutral environment that does not influence Bam and his baby is much better than he was on Saturday night. Should Bam change his mind about Seokjin, Jeongguk might hold his breath and wish to die, but he will eventually run out of air and come to his senses.
If not?
Jeongguk is jumping his bones. Climbing him like a fucking tree. Begging him to pin him to the wall and make him forget everything sensible walking this godforsaken planet.
Basic things like this, really — he doesn’t think it’s too much to ask. It’s quite reasonable from his point of view, asking a handsome, broad and buff man to manhandle him like a ball of putty melting in said man’s hand and rearrange his guts.
The café Jeongguk suggested last night is pet-friendly, which is one of the biggest criteria he looks for these days after the arrival of Jeon Bam into his life three months ago. The main character had been Bam from that point onwards; Jeongguk is content to fill in as a side character.
It’s what his baby deserves.
Walking there takes approximately ten minutes. When Jeongguk gets there, he is pleasantly surprised to see Seokjin already occupying a table ten minutes before the actual time of their meeting. Both decided to turn up early for this meeting — perhaps eagerness was a mutual thing between them.
“Hyung! You’re already here!” Jeongguk tilts his head in wonder, suddenly pausing in his tracks.
Had he been going of his own accord, he would’ve already skipped along to where Seokjin is seated at the table. But, as Seokjin mentioned the other day, Jeongguk is currently with child— also known as Jeon Bam.
From his seat, Seokjin rises, waving at him.
This is it, this is the biggest moment of his entire life, secondary to becoming a single parent the day Bam was brought home.
Not the moment he found out he’s passed the Bar Exam, not the moment he gave his mother his first salary, not even the day he put his signature on the papers purchasing his sleek bachelor’s pad in Myeongdong. Milestones for others, hearsay for Jeongguk.
Whatever Bam does determines the rest of Jeongguk’s life.
No pressure. No pressure whatsoever, just saying!
Just like that, Jeon Bam paws his way to Seokjin’s legs, nudging his head into the side of the elder’s knee to gain his attention, as if saying, look at me too, stop looking at only appa and pay attention to me too!
In an instant, Seokjin’s hand drops from where it was previously waving to Jeongguk, patting the top of Bam’s head lovingly. He leans down, catching the pup’s muzzle, soft, delicate, playful. “Hey there, sweet boy. Hi, aegi! How are you feeling? You feeling better today? You’re looking better, hm, Bamie?” He coos gently, kissing the top of Bam’s head.
Jeongguk’s whole heart staggers, booms, stops. An explosion of the entire organ catapults through his entire body. Somehow, his dog just received a kiss from hunk central, and now they were on an apparent equal playing field.
Bam likes Seokjin.
In fact, Jeon Bam may love Seokjin.
What the fuck?
How the fuck?
It wasn’t a one time thing, Jeongguk is spooked out of his mind at how Bam does not display any urgency to pierce his canines into Seokjin and have the man take a course of tetanus shots as post-exposure prophylaxis to rabies—Bam is fully vaccinated, should anyone be curious about this! Jeongguk has the cards in his car at all times to prove this!
Keeping this in mind, Jeongguk recalls his mothers words as he sits opposite Seokjin, preparing to take the reins of this conversation to avoid dilly-dallying all things important like finding out when this man was finally going to grace him with the feeling of his dick being up Jeongguk’s ass — no pressure, seriously! Only positive vibes and desperate, hopeful manifestation.
“Jeongguk-ah,” Seokjin looks at the menu, one hand curled around the spine, the other patting Bam’s head repetitively since his dog (traitor, his baby is a traitor) has taken to sitting at Seokjin’s side, laying his head on the man’s lap. “What would you like to have for lunch? The menu here is great, what do you recommend?”
(That should be Jeongguk. The words to the Justin Beiber song because audible, compensating for the way he becomes heart sore over both Seokjin and Bam choosing each other over him — Seokjin isn’t paying him enough attention, but it’s okay for now — he’s bonding with Bam, which is. Fabulous. The chances of that found family picture bump up to forty-eight percent right off the bat.)
Then, Jeongguk makes the mistake of looking at the hand holding the menu.
Brutal mistake on his behalf, he must admit this in broad daylight.
The menu should also be him, except that hand needs to be poised around him neck, pulps of fingers settling prettily over his jugulars and—
Oh. My. God. Taehyungie hyung is right, I’m dick hungry. I’m crazy. I’ve lost my fucking mind. Why can’t this just be another regular Tuesday? I’m not about to get hard having these indecent thoughts about the future other father of my child.
Clearing his throat, Jeongguk gazes up, still not answering Seokjin’s initial question. Yet again, there is no time to waste!
“So,” He clears his throat. “I want to cut to the chase to avoid wasting time!”
Unperturbed, Seokjin looks up, interest piqued.
“Go ahead, the floor is yours.”
How gentlemanly. If this were the 1800s, Jeongguk would have demanded a betrothal for marriage be arranged right this instant. Presently, in the 2000s, Jeongguk shares the same opinion, not any different.
He grins, nodding.
“Bam, my puppy, seems to like you. Ordinarily, we previously established, my puppy does not like anyone. This means, at most, as a stranger, you are tolerable.”
More than tolerable. So much more than merely tolerable.
A wish Jeongguk had held close to his heart when his head dropped onto the pillow in his bed after midnight on Sunday was that he wants Seokjin to eat him whole.
His lips were perfectly shaped, pinkish divine. His teeth are sharp, cutting, bruising—ideal for colouring in his clear skin with blooming blues and purple hues. He remembers the way his body sand when Seokjin strummed his skin all over like pliant chords in need of tuning.
Biting down on his lip, he loses himself in the thought of Seokjin’s fingers tracing a pattern under his cock, trailing down and down until it stops at his rim. Imagines Seokjin rubbing over him, fingers slicked with lube, before sinking into his tight hole in a slow, tormenting, driving motion, lighting Jeongguk’s entire body on fire. How perfect would Saturday have been, the things they could have done.
It takes everything within his power to not make a sound, clenching his entire body into a tense mass of muscle and bone.
“However,” He exhales, shaky. “There’s a problem in that sentence. Can you spot it?”
“Stranger?” answers Seokjin.
“Bingo—oh, you’re… You pick up fast.”
“I’m a quick learner.” Seokjin brings his hands together, a smirk growing slowly on his lips.
Flirting. Jeongguk is not romantically inept. He knows when someone is trying to make a move on him, and right now, Seokjin is skirting the topic, not making enough moves on him. That’s his main dilemma; he wants—no, needs more attention—Taehyung needs to never hear about this, ever.
“I see,” He nods, trying not to drool on the spot when he spots a fleck of skin behind the first undone button of Seokjin’s shirt. “Let’s not derail, though. I’d prefer we speak about this like adults.”
“Derail,” echoes Seokjin, smirking widening behind his water glass. “Interesting choice of words.”
We’re soulmates, Jeongguk wants to proclaim to the heavens. You and I are meant to be, in the last seven lifetimes and in the next seven, too! UNIVERSE, PLEASE HEAR ME. I. NEED. THIS. MAN. IN. ME. TODAY.
Classy, he clears his throat, literally batting away the frustrating thoughts. Evidently, they aren’t intrusive enough since he would be acting on them if he was so adamant.
“Adults!” Jeongguk clears his throat. “Bam seems to not want to bite your ankles, which is a first. Please note well, this is not his love language, contrary to popular belief.” Hoseok, Taehyung, Namjoon. “Me, on the other hand, I will be frank — I wish to jump your bones, hyung. I’m not ashamed to admit this.”
Promptly, Seokjin chokes on the sip of his water he was currently taking.
“Oh no!” Jeongguk frets, rushing to grab a serviette from the holder. No quicker than he grabs it does he sweetly dan it over the front of Seokjin’s black blazer, innocent eyes to the beholder, teeming with filthy thoughts behind them. “There you go. Are you alright, hyung? Was it something I said?”
Frantically, Seokjin shakes his head, hand covering his mouth. The swathes of skin visible under daylight flash red in a blink of an eye.
“No,” Seokjin wheezes out. “Continue, continue! Forgive me for rudely interrupting you.”
“It wasn’t rude. You were choking,” Jeongguk pouts, concerned. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, please, the floor is yours.”
“If you say so,” Jeongguk nods. “Where was I?”
“Bones. Jumping. Mine, specifically,” Seokjin assists with keywords.
“Yes!” Jeongguk lights up, then dims. “But,” He sighs, grave. “The problem with me wanting to jump your bones is that we are not well acquainted besides a single interrupted night. Truly devastating. Therefore, I have a proposal, purely verbal unless you find it unorthodox and wish to have something on paper.”
Red tipped ears with a matching neck stares back, Seokjin looks completely shy and besides himself, but catches everything in time to respond with, “What do you have in mind, Jeongguk-ah?”
“Working our way up to friendship while maintaining sexual activity. Becoming friends who have sex. Sex friends. Test compatibility between you and Bam. Personally, I would inject you into my blood, I have no issues, that’s how bad I want you inside me.”
An ordinary person would be horrified by this, but Seokjin only responds with: “What happens if Bam takes to me?”
“You become my boyfriend, duh? What else?” Jeongguk replies like this is the most natural outcome in the world. Mountains to rock, rock to stone, stone to sand. A casual conversation.
Humming, Seokjin, seemingly over the shyness, chews his bottom lip, caught in a round of contemplation. “What if he doesn’t?” He asks another question.
All too happy to answer, he flutters his lashes. “I don’t think you’d want to find out, hyung!” Jeongguk is scarily jubilant when he says this.
Twenty minutes have passed since he walked into the café. Seokjin has been wonderfully obliging to listen to his sentiments this entire afternoon. While they have been going back and forth, both parties have different variations of coffee in front of them, the lunch menu in front of them waiting for be given attention. A good time, all in all, and Bam seems to be having the time of his life with all the attention Seokjin is serving him on a golden platter.
All he needs is Seokjin’s opinion on this.
Jeongguk thinks it’s, honest to God, reasonable. Fair, even. Respectful to them both.
It takes Seokjin a minute to process, basking in the chatter of the afternoon buzz. When he finally turns to Jeongguk, there is something serious set in his features, and speaks at last, saying, “I respect the fact that you want to run this whole process like the navy, but I’m going to consider you and I dating from the moment we walk out this door.
Oh my God. He’s found someone as equally crazy as he is. How blessed is this day! How blessed is Jeongguk to have stumbled across Seokjin at a club and have his son take to him. Someone on equal footing mentally, and with a slightly better physique than he has to be able to carry and keep him against the wall while fucking him. The thought nearly brings a tear to his eye, really.
“Sweet, you do that,” Jeongguk grins. “You’re my sex friend until further notice. My son has to accept you. He is… currently in the process, as you may witness.”
“I’m fine with that!” Seokjin reciprocates, smirk melting into a genuine smile. “Agree.”’
“Good!”
“Good!”
“Great!”
“Great! Now, back to those lunch recommendations I previously enquired about…”
Life has never been better!
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On some Fridays after work, Jeongguk pops into Taehyung’s popular fashion house nestled in the heart of Gangnam-gu’s Brand District. It’s more like a lane, but the point is, it’s an expensive hub, and Taehyung’s throne.
Besides Namjoon’s lap.
Once, he had a comment about how sitting on Namjoon’s lap, particularly on his dick, made Taehyung feel like he was being moulded into a better person, and Jeongguk had wanted to die at that moment.
Sometimes, they need to know less about each other.
“So, Bam likes someone that isn’t me, is what you’re trying to tell me.”
Trust Taehyung to only take that part of the monologue Jeongguk has embarked upon to enlighten his best friend of ten years on the recent happenings that have brought a certain amount of colour and joy to his otherwise normal single parent life.
“Why are you such a bitch? I pour my heart and soul to you, telling you about this glorious man who gives of the appearance of being great in bed as well as a pure person who truly cares enough to get me to Bam on the night he was ill, and the only takeaway from it according to you is the fact that he is someone Bam may approve!”
“Because it’s the only part I actually care about,” Taehyung fires back. “I take great offense over my darling baby nephew preferring some random person on the street over me, someone who hand-makes clothing for him!”
Right. There’s that. Bamie is so incredibly spoiled by all his hyungs regardless of whether or not he gives them the time of day. It’s sort of bad manners, but his baby is just trying to grow up and protect his dad. He’ll eventually not growl at Taehyung at first sight one day — Jeongguk is not losing hope for this at all!
“He’s a baby,” Jeongguk justifies, leaning both elbows on the table. “Give the child some more time.”
If Taehyung weren’t so absorbed by sticking pins onto the mannequin in front of him, he would have definitely chastised Jeongguk for his terrible manners. Awarded leeway, the younger takes the chance to settle his chin onto the muscle cushion of his palms, making his suit pieces taut against his body.
“Hm,” Taehyung huffs, upset. “How is Bamie? Saturday gave us quite the scare.”
His hyung speaks not a word of lies. Saturday night had shaved a good amount of years off Jeongguk’s lifespan from the worry alone of something horrendously wrong with his baby. While it wasn’t all too serious, he couldn’t help but step-up his caution around the puppy. He’d always taken Bam to work since he came into Jeongguk’s life — permission was sought from his superiors, and everyone loved having some colour and cheer in the form of puppy prints padding across the floor every morning and evening.
The only rule was for Bam to stay in Jeongguk’s office during working hours, which was. Well. Absolutely fair for a compromise, if he’s being honest. He got to decorate it the way he wanted to Soobin’s help, ensuring Bam was happy and entertained while Jeongguk had to leave for meetings.
However, since Saturday night, he’s been taking Bqm everywhere in the office with him. Express permission acquired from the Big Boss for one week only. Jeongguk loves his job. Loves his company. Loves how they love him.
(He brings in a substantial amount of income, so it’s no doubt that his superiors work to keep him happy, too. A symbiotic relationship, if you would.)
“He’s okay now, but I’m taking him to the vet tomorrow just to be safe.” Jeongguk is a paranoid parent, sue him. “And then, I need you to babysit on Sunday night.”
Like a flash of lightning, Taehyung looks up at record speed. “What the fuck? Of course, Namjoon and I will be present to babysit our godchild! What do you think we are? We’d never neglect our baby!”
“See, you’re fucking dramatic as hell. All I asked you was to babysit, and now I’m being accused of hitting you with neglect accusations!” Jeongguk frowns, throwing a roll of cotton at Taehyung’s back childishly. “This is you thinking I hate tangerines because I say I like strawberries, completely fucking illogical, by the way!”
Taehyung narrows his eyes, sharply glaring at Jeongguk. “Are you disregarding the way I feel? Listen, you brat, I have some choice words to deliver to you once I’m done fixing this design—give me two minutes, just you wait! I need to beat you up one of these days.”
“Take your time,” Jeongguk kicks his feet back, lounging on the uncomfortable chair. Fashion is so pretentious sometimes—why does one choose style over comfort? It’s ridiculous, is what it is. “Which part will you start beating me at? I’ll even use the time while waiting to expose and prepare it for you!”
“Aggravating,” Taehyung clicks his tongue. “What do you know about fashion and skill? Nothing! Precisely nothing! For example, let’s look at my typing skills. The fact that I can do that while Namjoon fucks my throat is phenomenal, I demand my flowers, Jeon Jeongguk.”
Actually, when it comes to this, Jeongguk has several thoughts on it, and tells Taehyung as such.
“I know you’re proud of such a feat, champion cock sucker and all, but this could be one of two things, hyung. One, terrible, because Namjoon hyung might not be as good of a job as he thinks he is, so you've actually become immune to his sexual prowess after only five years. Disastrous!” Jeongguk shudders for his hyungs at the thought of them tiring of each other. Another impossible thing, genuinely inconceivable to become reality.
However, if this is the case, then they might require relationship counselling soon instead of printing wedding invitations whenever the time comes around.
“The second, and more plausible option, is that you’re an absolute fucking throat goat, hyung-nim! Doing it so many times has helped you become a master of multitasking. If it’s the latter, then. Well. Great! I’m so happy for you, hyung! Disclaimer, though. I’m only allowing this option to stand because my future is bright and breezy and Seokjin hyung is going to fuck me three ways to Sunday this weekend!”
“Is that why you want me and Namjoon to babysit this weekend? So you get fucked stupid and silly and kill the few working brain cells you have left?” Taehyung scowls at him.
“You can’t judge me,” Jeongguk counters politely. “I know too much about what you and Namjoon hyung get up to for you to ever consider judging me, Kim Taehyung-ssi!”
“Fine, whatever!” Taehyung surrenders much too quickly. “I don’t care what you do, as long as I get to see my godson-slash-nephew-slash-baby. All will be well with the world. And, you…” He stares at Jeongguk for a few seconds, breaking out into the most shit-eating grin Jeongguk has seen from his hyung in a minute. Ah, he still loves him! How splendid! What a good and supportive bunch they were. “You better come back with a limp that lasts for days. It’s been way too long, Jeonggukie!”
“Oh, trust me,” Jeongguk winks. “You know I already have the perfect plan already.”
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Sunday comes faster than Jeongguk expects, but exactly as he anticipates.
His morning had gone nothing sort of outstanding. Namjoon and Taehyung arrived promptly at nine a.m. to his apartment, taking over the care of Bam for what would potentially be until the next morning.
Ideally, Seokjin could come over here, but he simultaneously does not want to overwhelm Bamie. Too much exposure to the man could make him turn against the elder, and Jeongguk did not want that to happen yet, if not at all. He wishes for peace and love and the joining of their families together.
When he arrives outside Seokjin’s apartment at the stipulated time agreed upon on Tuesday at lunch, all he has to do is knock twice before the door opens. Lo and behold, Kim Seokjin stands behind the swing, ready to welcome him into the apartment.
Jeongguk is not even one step into the house when he blurts out: “You should fuck me. Like. Right now. Just saying. If you don’t touch me right now, I think I might die.”
Seokjin stands there, jaw falling open, but quickly recovers, pulling Jeongguk into his chest. His teeth slide down Jeongguk’s jaw, trapping the skin covering his mandible in bite-sized nibbles, a low loan emitted from Jeongguk’s mouth as he throws his arms around Seokjin’s shoulders.
“Sure thing,” Seokjin mumbles against him. “Let’s get started then, future boyfriend.”