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Jeongguk is not a social person.
Which is quite ironic, considering he joined a frat. Actually, he followed his friend Namjoon into joining it as well. The beginning of his first semester was rough. It was filled with trials and questionable tasks.
His frat wasn’t one of the craziest ones out there. He heard stories about boys who had to put something that was definitely not meant to go up their butt, well, up their butt. He didn’t have to do that, but he did end up getting naked in the public.
The sole motivation that got him through it was re-joining the old group he lost after all his friends went to uni. Nevertheless, he joined a frat.
Frat, which is currently in the middle of a party. It's nothing too wild, thankfully, but for Jeongguk, it still is too much.He locked his room the second his roommates, Jimin and Taehyung went out to join and ignored all the pounding on his door. All of his friends took turns, pleading Jeongguk to come out.
Their words don't do anything but annoy him. They deepen the lines on his forehead, make his eyes roll one more time. He already feels pretty off, something in the air must be summoning ugly feeling in his stomach. It's followed by his gut whispering to him, telling him to be wary.
He pencils it down as side effect of the heatwave Seoul is currently going through. Even though it's almost midnight, he's still swimming in his own sweat. It s fucking annoying.
It's fucking annoying and another hyung is knocking at his door.
Right now, it's Namjoon. He doesn't sound angry or disappointed with him, which is somehow even worse.
"Jeongguk-ah, I know this is hard for you. And you're not obligated to come out at all, but I think it'd be much more fun if you did. Both for you and your huyngs. If you want to join, Jimin-ah says he left you some clothes on his bed. But no pressure."
God damn Kim Namjoon and his ability to be the best friend of the month, twelve months in a row.
Signing, he gets up from his bed, abandoning schoolwork he fooled himself into thinking he'd finish tonight. There is, in a fact, a pile of clothes on Jimin's bed. Thankfully, his hyung knows him well. Light jeans with big holes in the knees, and a baggy white t-shirt.
(The tee does look almost transparent, and under right lightning, the outlines of Jeongguk's small waist and chest are visible. Still better than most of the revealing stuff he and Taehyung wear to parties like these. Small wins.)
With newfound determination and Namjoon in mind, he changes, unlocks the door and walks out. It's going to be fun, Jeongguk's going to enjoy it.
It was not fun and Jeongguk was not enjoying it at all. His hyungs greeted him at first, Taehyung handed him a cliché red cup with alcohol in it.
("Hyung, what is in it?"
"I don't know Jeonggukie, Jin-hyung and Jimin mixed it. It's better not to ask.")
Alcohol courage can get him only so far though. His circle of friends slowly separated. They joined their different friend groups or went outside to play games. He's pretty sure he also saw Hoseok going back into his room, hand in hand with a girl and a boy from Jeongguk's dance class.
All of that leads him to sit down at a sofa, sipping his drink and watching other people dance. He's bopping his head along with the beat and waving his free hand but doesn't make any effort to get up and dance.
Normally, it'd be the first thing he would do. Dancing, after all, is what he does the best. It's his it thing, what he wants to do for the rest of his life. He jumps at any given chance to dance, no matter the place and genre of music, or even if there's any music at all.
But this time, the DIY dance floor made out of all the furniture pushed to the walls, is crowded by couples. Some of them long term, the university's lovebirds and some are plain hookups. But still, couples. He doesn't want to be that guy, who everyone looks at and thinks about how much of a weirdo he is for dancing alone. (Even though he totally is one.)
Turns out, he is not the only one without someone to be disgustingly mushy tonight. During the time he managed to take out his phone and send a message to his and his friends' group chat (Seokjin and 5 babies), someone else sneaked in.
It's a man, who looks a bit older than him. His hair is blond, bangs falling into his eyes as he dances. His arms are high in the air, fingers leisurely brushing through the air. His body's tasting and drinking up the atmosphere, getting drunk in it. He looks so free it makes Jeongguk want to lose himself in it as well, drink up until he does something reckless.
He's shirtless but he does have a denim jacket on. He doesn't have abs like Jeongguk does, stomach softer than anything else. It still looks toned, like he exercises daily but doesn't work out. But there is something else that catches Jeongguk's attention, makes his mouth drop.
There's a tattoo peeking out underneath it, three horizontal lines on each side of his ribs. The shape reminds him of a scar. Someone pressed claws into the man's skin and dragged. Just that instead of scabs, it left black ink.
Every time Jeongguk blinks, it's at a different height, almost like it moves by itself. Jeongguk chalks it down to the man's torso moving when he twists to the beat.
His legs are exposed as well, in small shorts that barely cover his ass. Jeongguk takes three big gulps of his drink.
His legs look like they've been through something rough. They're littered with bruises, starting from his knees, coming down all the way to his ankle. His patella has small cuts on in and it looks like it's been broken and healed several times before. His ankle bone sticks out too much, makes his feet look dainty, no matter how bad their treatment is.
He's lost in the rhythm as he dances, body rolling to the beat, eyes closed. He doesn't notice Jeongguk staring at him, just freely moves a couple of steps away from him. He looks ethereal. As he turns around, Jeongguk looks down on his phone again.
sunshine-hyung: in ym room not laoj epls dont look for me
namjoonie-hyung: what
seokjin-hyung: in his room, not alone, pls dont look for him
namjoonie-hyung: omg babe ur so smart
jimin.: DISGUSTANG
namjoonie-hyung: anw ggukie me and hyung are playing beer pong in the garden
tae...hyungx2: me and jiminie went out to buy food, yall need anything
And as he lifts his eyes, the pretty man is right in front of Jeongguk.
From up close, he sees his hair a lot clearer. It's not blond, it's white, the type you can't no matter how much you dye it. It looks even whiter than the walls, almost like there's a soft glow to it. It serves as a halo, shining down on his cheeks and contrasting with dark eyes. Perfect, pure, stainless white. The opposite of his mouth, which is smirking down at Jeongguk.
Jeongguk changes his mind. He looks closer to eerie than anything else. He's coming on Jeongguk strongly, making him want to shift around and take a couple of steps back. At the same time, there is something urgent in him, dragging him closer. It feels like someone tied an invisible rope around Jeongguk's chest and he was trying not to let himself be jerked forward. Fighting an already lost battle. But that doesn't mean he's not going to put up a good fight.
He's perfectly aware of how much Jeongguk has been staring at him, he realizes. A blush creeps up at Jeongguk's neck and ears, he can feel his face slightly heat up.
He doesn't stop dancing. His hips move in slow circles, ignoring the beat and yet, somehow, not looking awkward at all. He goes low until his knees touch the carpet. Lifting his hands up, he raises one eyebrow at Jeongguk and put his palms on his thighs. He spreads them, and Jeongguk swears, that as he gets closer, the soft glow of his hair can be seen on his jeans as well.
The image of a man that good looking between his legs is a bit too much. He bites down on his lower lip, hard. His breath gets stuck in his throat, only breathing deeply now. He didn't even dance and he feels so out of it, body shaking. In the back of his mind, he's aware that they are in a very public place, and if people just turned their heads, they'd see them.
It's unholy, how much it arouses him. It sends a pump of adrenaline through his veins, making him highly sensitive to everything around him.
Well seated, on his knees between Jeongguk's things, he drags his palms upwards. His left hand gets tangled in Jeongguk's t-shirt. Instead of removing his hand, he leans back slightly and touches Jeongguk only with the tip of his fingers. One hand over the thin material of his tee, the other underneath.
Goosebumps dance on Jeongguk's rib cage, following the other's touch. He closes his eyes when a nail brushes his nipple and swallows down a whimper.
Thankfully, he takes the hand out of Jeongguk's shirt and makes him breathe in relief. Sitting where he is sitting, he would easily see if Jeongguk got hard.
Jeongguk still doesn't open his eyes, decided to focus on the touch only. He feels the hands on his shoulders, moving down to his biceps and a nice, hard squeeze. He purposely flexes and enjoys the slight sting of pain when his nails appreciatively dig into his muscles. They go lower, thumbing at the veins on his forearms and grasping his hands.
They're holding hands. Jeongguk opens his eyes.
The man looks him in the eyes and winks. Standing up, he drags Jeongguk up with him as well. And then, they dance.
"Jimin-hyung, hi!" Jeongguk awkwardly wrestles out of the man's grip, removing his arms from around his middle to face Jimin and Taehyung. "This is, uh, this is..?"
He realizes he doesn't actually know the other's name. Didn't stop him from grinding on his dick. He wipes his sweaty hands against his jeans.
Thankfully, the man chimes in: "Yoongi. Nice to meet you."
He side-eyes him like he's expecting him to say his name as well. Jeongguk tries and ends up choking on his salvia, aggressively coughing. Yoongi pats him on his back and Taehyung hands him his drink.
He takes a sip. It tastes like all the alcohol like had in the house mixed together. Tequila is the dominant taste attacking his taste buds. It tastes like-
"Jin-hyung made that," Jimin confirms, laughing at Jeongguk's scrunched up face.
Yoongi lowers his hand from his shoulders to his hips. "Are you feeling okay? That looked painful."
Jeongguk nods, not trusting his voice again. Jimin does the job for him, nagging at him once again. He loves his hyung, he really does, but he can be so annoying when he turns on his mother-friend mode. Jeongguk knows it's there only because he cares so much, so he does his best to shut his mouth up and wait until it's over.
Thankfully, Jimin realizes pretty quickly that they are not alone, that there is an intruder in their circle. He doesn't continue with his nagging. He does, however, give Jeongguk an ugly look that makes his insides twist.
Instead, he focuses on Yoongi. Jeongguk wishes he could tune in to their conversation. His head is already up in the clouds, looking down at them from somewhere with the stars. The actual words are nothing but a mess his ears ignore.
What does spike his interest, is the moment when Yoongi starts replying.
Only now, Jeongguk focuses on his voice. It's low and raspy, surprisingly slow. He takes a break after a couple of words like he wants to think about what is he going to say, but didn't bother to do that before speaking up.
He sounds self-assured. He's confident that someone is going to listen and that people are going to linger on everything he says, wait for him to transfer his thoughts into words.
Everything about Yoongi does scream confidence, though. His revealing clothes and tattoos, which must have hurt a lot, considering how skinny he is. His hair, his bold moves. The way he spoke up without hesitation, even after they got caught humping each other's legs on the dance floor.
He's intimidating, Jeongguk realizes. It makes him interested in Yoongi, in more ways than just wanting to take his clothes off.
"Gukkie? You joining us?" Taehyung's voice wakes him up from his trance. He notices Jeongguk's wild eyes and smiles knowingly. "Yoongi-hyung is joining us as well."
Jeongguk finds himself nodding, not even knowing what to.
Under normal circumstances, Jeongguk is what many people consider a jock.
He genuinely enjoys working out, spends hours a day inside the gym. He takes as many pe classes he can, his schedule packed with them alongside with dance workshops. He's proud of his great brain-to-arm coordination and ability to control his body very well.
But today is just not his lucky day.
Maybe it has something to do with all the alcohol running through his system. It leads him to losing in drinking games and in a loop-like situation, that leads to more drinking.
Or maybe it has something to do with Yoongi, who volunteered to be his partner. With the way his naked skin pressed against him, albeit innocently, just shuffling closer as they play beer ping pong, his mind races to places that are not so innocent.
Yoongi's skin feels ice cold against his skin. It's odd. It could be explained by how very little clothing he is wearing, but the way the touch of his touch reminds him of snow is unusual.
"Jeongguk-ah," Yoongi calls out to him, getting his full attention. "Are you alright? Does your throat still hurt?"
His eyes are wide open and torso, probably subconsciously, turned towards the door leading inside. He's reaching out for the only bottle of water around them. Yoongi looks like he genuinely cares about Jeongguk’s wellbeing.
The thought hits Jeongguk like a train.
It is, though, followed by a literal hit. He doesn't see by who, but he feels the ping pong ball hit his stomach, alongside with liquid from several cups spilling on his clothes.
Before he even gets the chance to react, Yoongi hisses at the people on the opposite side of the table: "Fucking watch your move, dickward."
He turns towards Jeongguk: "Does it hurt? Do you wanna go get changed?"
Jeongguk can hear the people around him laughing and cooing, but all of his attention is focused on Yoongi.
Yoongi's voice, Yoongi's hand that has reached out to him, cradling his cheek and swiping his thumb over droplets of sweat running down his face.
"I'm great, hyung." He side-eyes everyone around him. At least a couple of the guys have the decency to look guilty. "But I do wanna get changed."
This time, he grabs Yoongi's hand and intertwines their fingers, walking them to his room.
Yoongi is definitively staring.
His eyes follow the lines of Jeongguk's body as he shimmers out of his jeans, the tight denim clinging to his muscular thighs, refusing to go down without a fight.
He's sitting on Jeongguk's bed, Jeongguk is changing right in front of him. He could've gone to the bathroom or face the corner.
Instead, Jeongguk indulges in the alcohol buzzing in his veins. He's looking right back at Yoongi, but the other's gaze slowly changed.
The more clothing Jeongguk slowly peels away from himself, the more predatory he looks.
When he's getting out of his wet t-shirt, the fabric sticks to his stomach, outlining his abs. Each row is exposed and perfectly visible, looks almost like he's not wearing anything at all.
When he crosses his arms and peels it away from his body, he hears a sound coming from Yoongi. Almost animal-like growl. He shouldn't like it as much as he does.
He didn't prepare any clothes to change into, so he has to turn around and walk across the room to the closet, just in black boxers.
He feels Yoongi's eyes on him, following his every step, mapping out the skin of his back.
Jeongguk smirks and purposely flexes his muscles as he reaches out to the top drawer for his grey sweatpants. He returns back to Yoongi and only then puts them on, spending more time stretching the thin material over his thighs.
He leans closer to Yoongi, who's eyes has turned almost black, obvious lust swimming in his irises.
And pops down on the bed next to him.
"Yoongles-hyung," he whines, "I'm feeling too hot, let's just stay here."
Yoongi turns towards him. "Jeongguk-ah, hyung came here to do something fun. What can be fun inside of your dorm room?"
You could always do me.
Jeongguk decided not to succumb to the horny thoughts invading his brain. Not yet.
"Tell me about your tattoos."
Yoongi scrunches his brows and pursues his lips, obviously looking confused. He doesn't seem to register as he presses the nail of his thumb against the bd of his pointer finger. Jeongguk catches him though.
"The peace on your ribs?" He clarifies.
"You can see those?"
"Duh," Jeongguk replies without thinking.
Yoongi moves away from him and it dawns on Jeongguk, how rude he probably sounds right now.
"You can see my mark?"
"You call your tats marks? Cool," Jeongguk sounds amazed and starstruck. He thinks that anyone who willingly went through the pain of getting rib tattoo, especially such a skinny thing like Yoongi, deserves respect.
He doesn't look all dainty, though. Jeongguk can see the muscles of his chest and wants to run his hands over the expanse of his broad shoulders. If he put his mind into it, he could manhandle Jeongguk.
From up close he notices more things about Yoongi. The shitty lightning outside truly did him no justice.
Especially his face.
His cheeks are full and round. It makes him look healthy, gives him a glow and spark in his eyes. Jeongguk finds himself thinking about wanting to bite him. He looks so cute.
His nose looks like a button. Jeongguk makes a mental note to boop it next time he gets a chance.
But the most interesting thing about it all, his eyes. They remind him of a cat. It's their shape, pointed a little downwards. But it's also the way he looks at the world.
Especially, it's the way he looks at Jeongguk.
Since the conversation has died down, he's been staring right back at Jeongguk. His eyes don't wander around like Jeongguk's have been doing for the past couple of minutes. No, instead of that, he looks right into Jeongguk's eyes. There's no nerves hiding inside them.
They're unmoving, never removing his gaze from Jeongguk's face. Sometimes, he slowly blinks but nothing more.
It makes Jeongguk's face flush, his ears heating up once again.
"See something you like, hyung?"
That makes Yoongi chuckle and finally, finally, peel his eyes away. It gives Jeongguk a slight breather. He has time to put himself back together, pretend he's cooler than he is to impress his new hyung.
His break doesn't last too long. Yoongi drags his eyes over Jeongguk's body and back up. He's checking him out.
It's followed up by even longer silence. Yoongi glances to side, bites his right cheek. Jeongguk can see the way he bites the inside of his mouth. Cheeks, tongue, lips. Judging from the way he doesn't flinch when he bites too hard at his lip, just swiped the hurt place over with his tongue, it must be a habit.
"Jeongguk-ah, aren't you cold?" He sits up straighter and moves closer, newfound spark im his eyes. It makes Jeongguk nervous. Good, excited nervous. "You're shirtless."
"Wouldn't notice without hyung pointing it out, thanks." Yoongi rolls his eye at Jeongguk's comment. "But no, I'm burning up."
"Really?"
"Really. It's so hot in here," Jeongguk brings one hand out to his face and waves at himself. "What about hyung? Aren't you feeling a little heated up as well?"
Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes.
"No, hyung has always been running a little cold."
Jeongguk's chest is hit by disappointment. It's an ugly feeling spreading through his guts, followed by an awkward half exhale, half chuckle. He moves to stand up.
Before he gets a chance to do so, Yoongi moves and snatches his hand from the air, stopping his movement. "Do you want hyung to help you cool down a little?" He grasps Jeongguk's hand between his own and places it on his thigh.
Oh. Oh.
He's not lying. His hands are still cold, even after sitting in the insufferable heat that is Jeongguk's dorm room, but it feels nice against against his own.
"And how would hyungie do that?"
Yoongi opens his mouth, but Jeongguk beat him to it: "Show me."
It's an open invitation, and Yoongi takes it.
The lust colouring his eyes dark is returning as he removes the space between them. Jeongguk expects him to push him onto the bed, but instead of doing that, Yoongi sits on his lap.
His thighs envelop his hips from each side as he presses closer. The cold raises goosebumps on Jeongguk's skin, Yoongi's fingers following the trail up to his waist. He grips it, large hands covering almost the entire thing.
He looks him in the eyes: "Jeongguk-ah."
Yoongi looks like he's waiting for something. For some sign, anything to give him a clue about what is Jeongguk is thinking. He gets a nod in response and that's all he needs before he leans closer and brushes his lips against Jeongguk's.
Jeongguk tastes like cherry lip balm he always carries around, mixed with the strong flavour of vodka and beer. Despite the alcohol reeking from him, he feels completely sober.
The only thing he feels drunk from is Yoongi.
Yoongi and his quiet, almost unnoticeable whimpers as Jeongguk deepens the kiss and presses his tongue against Yoongi's.
Yoongi and the way he moves his hands upwards to Jeongguk's torso. He pressed his nails into his skin and drags to side, subconsciously mirroring his own mark.
Yoongi, as he shoves Jeongguk down and makes him crawl up his bed, lean on his repost and then straddles him once again.
His hands don't stop wandering, moving from his bare chest to his face, where he holds him as they make out. He looks and sounds impatient, never staying still.
Once his hands reach the waistband of Jeongguk's sweatpants, Jeongguk gets on the board of rushing as well.
But then Yoongi slows down. He returns his kisses slower and his hands still. Only his thumb moves, ever so slowly slipping under the fabric and brushing against Jeongguk's hipbone through his underwear.
It makes Jeongguk's hip kick up, searching for more contact. The hand on his hip stills, but the one who was resting on his shoulder moves down, down until he reaches his nipples.
He thumbs it slowly, listening to the sound it rips from Jeongguk. He switches up the way he touches him after a couple of seconds, testing out what gets the strongest reaction out of Jeongguk.
It's when he pinches it between his fingers and gives it a hard roll. It makes Jeongguk press his chest into his touch. While even the softest touch makes Jeongguk lose his breath, because he's so fucking sensitive, this makes him loudly moan.
Yoongi is really enjoying his current view. Jeongguk's arms are wrapped around his neck, so whenever he flexes his muscles, he can see his bicep from up close.
He smiles and leans in to kiss Jeongguk once again.