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Dating is hard enough as it is, you know, minus the drama of being an idol. While dating another idol.
Yeah. It’s a little difficult when Yugyeom is in the Philippines, and Jungkook is in L.A. For both of them to be in Korea at the same time is a miracle in and of itself. So they treasure that time. More than they did before, anyways.
But it’s okay. Not much has changed since that first date, other than more occasional and half-assed dates. (Jungkook says half-assed, because they all start with the idea of cooking a nice dinner, and ends in ramen and video games – but that’s almost more fun.) They facetime when they can, and text when they can’t, and it’s lovely. When Jungkook can’t handle the noise level of his bandmates at three in the morning, it’s always nice that Yugyeom will answer with a gentle hey b.
Jungkook misses him, when he has time to. But luckily his life is so damn busy that the lonely waves are short lived.
Time feels swept beneath his feet – BTS has bigger and better comebacks – he watches Yugyeom grow with his group as well, and the feeling of pride in him is deep and resonating.
Mine, he can’t help but think. That’s mine.
They dance around each other for the first few months – they tease and joke and flirt ironically – until it’s just not ironic anymore.
Convincing Yugyeom to get a snapchat was the biggest mistake of Jungkook’s life. He’s done a lot of dumb shit too; he’s put his foot so far down his mouth, he’s nearly swallowed it whole. But this was a catastrophic mistake.
Yugyeom figures out how to fix the timer from 10 seconds to three, and gets more testy with his snaps. They go from cute scrunchie faces and silly peace signs, to low collarbone shots in the dark corner of the JYP studio. And ho ho, Jungkook is not one to be outdone, so he yanks his shirt to his teeth when Taehyung is in the bathroom, and snaps a picture fast enough to have no regrets.
He gets back a long stream of “fuckUFffUK” and Jungkook is naïve enough to think that he’s won.
He’s sitting at rehearsal when his phone buzzes. It’s their last awards show for a while, so Jungkook is happy enough to be in the same room as Yugyeom, as well as the other 97 liner friends he’s made over the last year. Producers are going on and on, blah blah camera angles, fireworks, he knows. Don’t stand here, walk during the bridge, et cetera.
So he has no problem leaning back against the wall and opening the message from Yugyeom. No lie, he’s a little excited today. They haven’t seen each other in weeks, and he really, really just wants to latch onto him and not let go for a while.
When the image loads, he almost drops his phone. Jungkook only gets three seconds to memorize every detail of the photo, but it feels so, so much longer.
Yugyeom is standing in a bathroom, presumably getting dressed, due to the pile of clothes pushed on the countertop. But that’s not important- what’s important is Yugyeom, Calvin Kleins low beneath his hipbones, palm over the tent in the fabric.
“Excited to see you today!! :))”
The image pops off, and Jungkook gapes like a fish. His feet feel glued to the floor, phone heavy in his hand. His brain flatlines, clicks off, powers down.
He manages to open his messages with his heart in his throat, shakily texting out:
{3:53 p.m.}
are u trying to murder me? Fuck dude <
{3:55 p.m.}
> ♥ ♥ ♥
Jungkook can hardly focus. Groups perform upstage, but Jungkook numbly claps, eyes glazed over and unclear.
It’s – it’s not just the picture.
It’s the fact that Yugyeom had come up to him, wide smile and all, and hugged him so strongly that Jungkook felt his heart sour out of his damn mouth. He’d nuzzled into the side of his neck – an almost kiss. He wished they did. Just kissed in front of everyone.
But no, Yugyeom had pulled away with a smile, beaming, “I’ve missed you!”
“I missed you too,” Jungkook said, swallowing.
“You’re coming over tonight, right?”
Jungkook had blinked, “What?”
Yugyeom looked surprised, “Oh no, I forgot to tell you, didn’t I?”
“You forget to tell me a lot of things these days.”
Yugyeom laughed, pushing at his shoulder and running a hand through his new hair. “I’m sorry! I’m kinda’ frazzled.”
It took everything Jungkook had not to squish his cheeks and kiss his fish lips. So much self-control. He’d managed a, “Me too, no worries.”
“Oh, but! Tonight everyone is going out for barbeque because they feel bad that you and I haven’t been able to have a legit date in a really long time.” He laughed, “So they’re giving us the dorm for a few hours.”
And that’s when Jungkook’s gut had twisted and turned, flipped like a coin and kept spinning.
“Wow,” he breathed. “That’s really really nice of them.”
“They’re good guys,” Yugyeom beamed. The lights upstage changed, so Yugyeom quickly said, “I”ll see you later, okay! Good luck tonight!”
“You too,” Jungkook had waved. “Tell your group I say thank you.”
Yugyeom winked, “Will do.” And that was that.
Jungkook sits, running the conversation over and over in his head.
He’s not nervous. Not really. It’s more excitement, because let’s be honest, Jungkook has wanted to tear the buttons off Yugyeom’s shirt for so, so long. Pop them off, and watch them bounce off the floor.
Ugh, what he’d give to hook his thumbs in his beltloops and pull. Jungkook has now seen how smooth and pretty his hipbones are. He’s literally six inches away from his bandmates, but for the next hour and a half, Jungkook’s brain fantasizes about licking up the line of Yugyeom’s sternum.
They have barely enough time to celebrate the win and get back to the dorm, before Jungkook turns right around and says, “I’m going to Yugyeom’s!”
Jin had opened his mouth to argue, but Namjoon was a lifesaver, splaying a palm across Jin’s chest and raising a skeptical eyebrow.
“Be careful,” Namjoon said, pushing Jin away. “Don’t let anyone see you.”
“I will be.” Jungkook had pulled up his face mask and nodded.
And that’s how he ended up at Yugyeom’s door, right as the rest of GOT7 was peeling out of the driveway, Mark waving out the driver’s side window.
“Have fun!” Bambam yells over his shoulder, “We’ll bring leftovers!”
Jungkook waves back, laughing, and Yugyeom appears behind him like magic.
“Hey!” Yugyeom wraps his arms around his waist, squeezing tight, “Con-grat-u-la-tions!”
Jungkook chokes on a laugh, turning around in his arms and hugging back, “You too! I’m so proud of you guys.”
Yugyeom pulls back; and he’s biting his lip, trying to ease his smile. “Come on in.”
When Jungkook toes off his shoes and peels away his coat, he expects some kind of awkwardness. Their dorm smells like it usually does; like cookie candles and linen febreeze. He’s not really sure what he’s here to do – he’s not, he’s not expecting anything from Yug, but –
But Yugyeom stretches his arms high above his head and says, “I have like fifty of Youngjae’s xBox games we could play, but we also have a Wii and let’s be honest, nothing sounds more like a date than Wheel of Fortune.”
Jungkook is left to stand there and smile. Like a big fat doof. Because he really, really adores Yugyeom, and his ability to erase every anxiety Jungkook ever has. Just seeing him in the flesh is a relief – and he can’t really stand to be more than five feet away from him, so he sashay’s up to his side and slips his hand in Yugyeom’s, saying, “I can kick your ass in Lego Star Wars.”
Yugyeom cackles, “That’s not even a competitive game.”
“That’s what you think.”
“Oh?” Yugyeom leans far enough to pluck the game off their shelf. “It’s on then.”
The next forty minutes is spent yelling at the T.V. Also at each other, but mostly the T.V. Jungkook started out at his side of the couch, but as time went on, he ended up in Yugyeom’s lap out of pure strategy.
“I can’t see!” Yugyeom laughs.
“Exactly.” Jungkook sways back and forth.
“Cheater! I have way more legos than you!”
“Not anymore!”
“Cheater! Cheater!” Yugyeom laughs, dropping the controller and squeezing Jungkook’s waist.
“I’m not ticklish, so nice try~” Jungkook taps the buttons furiously.
Yugyeom laughs against his ear, and Jugnkook involuntarily shivers. He still smiles, playing it off- but Yugyeom’s hands sweep up to his chest, and Jungkook almost jumps.
“Alright, now that’s no fair.”
“You’re the one who started cheating!”
“They say not to fight fire with fire.”
“Half the words you say never make any sense,” Yugyeom hums fondly. He leans his chin on Jungkook’s shoulder and breathes in happily and…Jungkook loses a bit of his fighting spirit. He hits pause, turning in Yugyeom’s lap until he’s sideways, legs spread on the couch.
Jungkook pouts, “I’m sorry I cheated.”
Yugyeom’s laugh is beautiful. He hasn’t let go of Jungkook’s waist; his fingers run in little circles. This moment here is a good one. Especially when Yugyeom tips his head with a soft closed smile, and kisses Jungkook with an astounding amount of fondness.
It’s short and sweet. Yugyeom pulls back cheekily, and Jungkook exhales, “That was nice of you.”
“It was,” Yugyeom says, and kisses him again.
Jungkook can’t breathe. His own heart is choking him, blood past his ears. He adores many people. His group mates, his family. But Yugyeom is on his own level. He has his own pedestal in Jungkook’s life – and it’s a space that Jungkook didn’t know needed filling.
Jungkook sighs, melting into Yugyeom and appreciating all that he is. Being apart so often is only painful when reunited, because the rawness of reuniting – Yugyeom’s smell, his taste, the feel of his hands. Jungkook has to learn it all over again.
His lips are soft and sweet to the touch. They kiss once, and pull back. Twice, six times. Until they’re no longer distinguishable as different kisses. Jungkook takes the opportunity to card his fingers through his hair, and it’s soft, even with the hairspray.
“Ahhh,” Yugyeom sighs. He rests their foreheads together, and exhales. “I try not to be too clingy, but I really miss you a lot.”
“Same.” Jungkook says too quickly. “S-same.”
He feels oversensitive already, so, so aware of everywhere they’re touching. Jungkook licks his lips, and Yugyeom’s eyes follow the movement.
Yugyeom grins and decides to lick Jungkook’s lip himself. Jungkook laughs – but Yugyeom is slier than he looks, because he kisses Jungkook open mouthed and wet, slipping his tongue in Jungkook’s mouth like it belongs there.
Jungkook makes a surprised noise – but he’s never been one to back down from a challenge, yeah? He has a Golden Maknae status to uphold.
So he kisses back harder, grips Yugyeom by the back of his hair, adjusts in Yugyeom’s lap and really kisses him.
The sound of their kissing is loud in contrast to the silence of the dorm. The air between them progresses, grows tighter and hotter, and Jungkook feels his face heat. Yugyeom is such a good kisser. And they’ve kissed before, of course, but it’s still so surprising each time.
He pulls back to breathe, no longer able to get enough air through his nose. Jungkook exhales, smiling to hide his embarrassment, “Shit.”
Yugyeom hums. He presses a chaste kiss beneath Jungkook’s jaw, and it makes his arms raise up with goosebumps. His lips are so soft.
“How many people have you kissed?” Jungkook wonders aloud.
Yugyeom snorts, “Not that many.” He pauses, “But never a boy. I like it though.”
“Me too," Jungkook says, and kisses him again, because its sugary and addictive. He can feel Yugyeom’s hands rolling up and down his back in soothing lines, but it’s more arousing than relaxing. In turn, Jungkook adjusts to straddle his lap – and finally Yugyeom is the one who swallows, ears turning red.
“I think we need to talk about that picture you sent me,” Jungkook purrs. He cards his fingers through Yugyeom’s hair, watching his eyes close and head lull with the movement. Yugyeom has the gal to smirk.
“What? Not a sexter?”
“Yug,” Jungkook laughs, but it’s not really a laugh. More like an exhale. He pushes back Yugyeom’s bangs, watching them flop back time and time again. Thumbs press into his hipbones as he says, “More like, you’ve got a big storm comin’.”
A laugh, “Oh yeah?”
“Mm.”
He pushes up Yugyeom’s shirt with one hand, palm splayed wide across his belly. He’s lean, not overly muscular, but tangible and warm. He still makes Jungkook feel small, even if the height difference is only a few inches.
“Can I take this off?” Yugyeom tugs on Jungkook’s white shirt.
Jungkook swallows, “Yeah.”
“You sure?” Yugyeom blinks. “Um. We uh. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”
Jungkook laughs abruptly, scaring Yugyeom in the process. He manages, “No! No I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I- aha, I literally couldn’t focus all night because I kept thinking about what it’d be like to shred those jeans off of you.”
Yugyeom gives him a wide eyed look, before he laughs too, bonking his forehead against Jungkook’s.
“Oh ho?”
Jungkook affirms, “Oh ho.”
He really adores Yugyeom’s giggle. Especially when it’s muffled against his throat, after Yugyeom has popped off his shirt, and licked down to his collarbones. It’s a feeling that Jungkook never thought he’d like, but boy, does he.
Yugyeom bleeds the tenseness out of him, until Jungkook is just warm and content and happy, undeniably happy.
But his body jerks when Yugyeom experimentally nips against his sternum, and squeezes his thighs. Jungkook doesn’t mean to gasp, but he does, because the rush of blood between his legs is almost dizzying.
“I can feel your smile, you jerk.” Jungkook manages.
“You’re really sexy,” Yugyeom hums.
“So I’ve been told.”
Yugyeom pinches his ass, and Jungkook laughs. He can’t look away from Yugyeom, watching him lave up to his ear, and disappear out of sight. Jungkook jerks in his lap, grinding into him, and this time it’s Yugyeom who chokes.
It’s quite addicting. So Jungkook smiles, and plays back. Rakes his nails up his chest. Tips his head until they’re kissing again, messier and hotter and so much better. He doesn’t pay attention to anything else – just Yugyeom’s hips between his knees, and his lips moving wetly against his. His gut twists and turns, arousal building like a flood.
Yugyeom sucks on his tongue, and Jungkook accidentally moans into his mouth – and things just spiral downward from there.
The look in Yugyeom’s eyes is dark and possessive and everything Jungkook could’ve ever dreamt of. He wants to be devoured by it. He wants to sink and drown.
Yugyeom looks especially gorgeous, shirt wrinkled from Jungkook’s fingers, lips red, hair messy. He’s fucking hot, actually, so Jungkook groans and buries his face in his neck, rocking his hips against his. “Ugh, Yugyeom.”
Hands roll from his ass, to his hips, to his thighs, squeezing and digging into the muscle there. He’s careful, but shameless, and Jungkook loves that about him.
It takes a moment to realize that Yugyeom is hard too, a swollen tent in his jeans, strapped to his thigh. They’re tight jeans, so Jungkook has no shame in running his hand along the outline and watching Yugyeom shudder.
“Ah-“ he bites, shifting his hips.
“Earlier,” Jungkook hums, “when you sent that picture. Did you jerk off thinking about me?”
Yugyeom bites his lip in a smile, leaning around to breathe by his ear, “Maybe.”
Jungkook presses his palm down harder, really turned on by how warm and hard he is. Fingers squeeze around his ass, and that shouldn’t feel as good as it does.
“I told you I think about you a lot,” he says.
“You said you missed me.”
Yugyeom smiles, pressing his lips against his throat, “Isn’t that implied?”
Jungkook flicks his jeans open with his thumbnail, and the zipper is loud – but the rustling of clothes becomes muted when Yugyeom insists on mapping his mouth open from the inside out with his tongue again.
There’s something atmospheric about straddling a lap, sticking your hand past cotton feeling hot skin. He sits well in Jungkook’s palm – for a moment, Jungkook isn’t quite sure what to do, but Yugyeom is still sucking his soul out of his throat, so he rubs his thumb beneath the head, smears precum across his slit and rolls his wrist, and that seems to be good enough. The sound Yugyeom makes is, for lack of a better word, fucking awesome.
He pumps his hand once, and Yugyeom grunts, catching his wrist and pulling away, “Wait, fuck wait.”
“Sorry.”
Jungkook watches as Yugyeom scrambles to undo his jeans, fingers fumbling with the zipper. Jungkook shifts enough to help Yugyeom push the fabric down to his hips, stretching around his straddled position. His cock flops to his stomach, almost embarrassingly hard, but the embarrassment fades at the starving look in Yugyeom’s eyes.
Yugyeom looks to the clock, then curses, spitting in his hand, “We’ll have to be fast.”
“N-Not a problem,” Jungkook manages, and Yugyeom smiles at that. His long, long fingers wrap around them both, and hoo boy, Jungkook didn’t realize how much he needed friction until now. He bites on his tongue, fingers coming to dig into Yugyeom’s biceps.
“I’m sooo dead if they find out we’re doing this on the couch,” Yugyeom sighs. His fingers slip up and down, slick, but rough enough to feel soooo good. Jungkook’s brain can hardly comprehend that they’re actually doing this. All he feels is skin on skin, Yugyeom warm and everything he’s ever needed. Want pulses through him – but he’s still unsure. This is still somewhat new –
But when Yugyeom’s fingers circle around them booth, drawing heavy breaths, any hesitation bleeds from Jungkook like melted butter. He sits up higher and rocks against him, rolling his hips like a dancer can. Yugyeom chokes, cocks pulsing in his hand, and Jungkook gets lost in the feeling.
Jungkook rocks harder, air exhaling, gut twisting. Already he’s close, just from Yugyeom’s panting, and his beautiful fingers. His other hand grips his ass – possessive and warm. Jungkook is mesmerized by his throat, the way it bobs with hard breaths.
“You’re – you’re-“ Jungkook tips his head resting his mouth against his collarbone. “Fuck.”
Yugyeom exhales a laugh; his hand squeezes tighter, and Jungkook fucks into his fist. He doesn’t care – doesn’t care about anything other than feeling as much of Yugyeom as he can. He drags his lips more than kisses, laving his tongue where he can, tasting salt and sweat and ugh yes yes yes y-
He comes first, when Yugyeom’s finger slips down the crack of his ass, and his hand twists on the upstroke. Jungkook hates losing, but he doesn’t mind it here. His body pulses hard, breathy, pathetic noises drawing into a moan. Yugyeom swallows it, swallows it all.
“Nh,” Yugyeom pants, “shit. You’re pretty when you come too.”
Jungkook’s lungs burn for air, chest rising and falling. He’s made a mess across Yugyeom’s chest and that’s…that’s spank bank material for like, the next year. Jungkook closes his eyes with a groan, heat rolling through him. He can hear the lewd sound of Yugyeom jerking off quickly, and Jungkook’s eyes snap back open.
He sits up and swats Yugyeom’s hand away, wrapping his fingers around his base and pumping with practice. Yugyeom’s head falls back, hips fucking up into his fist, and it’s a picture for the history books. Jungkook is completely mesmerized by the way Yugyeom’s chest rises, stomach drawing in, before he comes. He feels him tense, feels his cock grow harder in his palm, before he spasms with a muffled mewl.
They’re sticky and hot, the ceiling fan whirling softly above them, but Jungkook can only stare at Yugyeom. He looks best like this. With sweat sticking to his forehead. His pupils are blown, almost all traces of brown turned to black.
He wipes his palm off on Yugyeom’s chest, and the latter sputters, opening his eyes with a laugh.
“You ass!”
Jungkook sticks out his tongue, and Yugyeom chases it back into his mouth.
“You've been particularly happy today,” Taehyung says, eyes narrowed.
Jungkook raises an eyebrow as he clutches his phone to his chest, “And?”
Taehyung narrows his eyes even more, squinting through his eyelashes. “Normally you’re a huge fat asshole after you say goodbye to Yugyeom.”
“What?” Jungkook sputters. “No I’m not.”
“True,” Jimin peeps in. “You get all pouty and prickly and sad.”
“That’s not even remotely true.”
Taehyung throws his pillow, “I live with you. I know you better than you know you.”
Jimin cackles from the doorway, so Jungkook takes his newly acquired pillow and chucks it his way. He nails him smack in the nose, “Go away.”
“What’s got you so smiley?” Taehyung presses. “Everything okay?”
Jungkook settles back into his bed, pulling his fluffy grass blanket to his nose. Even while exhausted, he can’t help but think about last night (this morning?). He came home so late, but Yugyeom had kissed him on his doorstep like some cheesy drama, and Jungkook’s heart had stopped anyways.
“You’re smiling behind that blanket!” Jimin points.
“Am not!”
“Are too!”
Jungkook tugs it to the bridge of his nose, “Am not!” He is.
At that moment, his phone chooses to buzz on the side table. Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows, and Jungkook says nothing.
Jimin sighs dramatically, “Wow. I get no credit for hooking you two up.”
“Um, McScuse me.” Hoseok elbows past Jimin. “That would be me.”
“Nuh huh! I was the one who-“
“Uhhh,” Taehyung raises his arm, “sorry, I was the one who convinced him to go on the date.”
“Wasn’t that Seokjin?”
Jungkook’s phone buzzes again, so he lowers the blanket, and ignores the rest of their argument. Taehyung hops out of bed dramatically, or whatever. Jungkook stops paying attention.
Instead he picks up his phone and smiles, typing in his password and opening the bright blue message.
Yug ♥
{11:42 P.M.}
> Hey ;)))
Jungkook slips back down into his sheets, chewing on his bottom lip and bringing his phone to his nose.
{11:44 P.M.}
:* hey <