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For as long as Jungkook could remember, which, to be fair, wasn’t very long since his memory was kinda bad, he’d had fantasies about what his future romantic life would look like. Perhaps it was odd for someone so young to fantasize about their future with such detail, but Jungkook had always been a bit of a romantic, at least that’s what his mom always said, so he hadn’t thought much of it. He just liked to imagine falling in love, what was wrong with that?

At first, he’d pictured a wife, kids, maybe a dog or cat, but, as he’d gotten older that had shifted. He’d figured out his interest in men fairly early thanks to a somewhat unfortunate run-in with his older brother’s best friend who, much to their mutual chagrin, had only been in boxers at the time, so he’d soon pictured finding a pretty man to make his own. He’d meet the love of his life, probably at university, and they’d fall in love. It would be magnetic and heart-pounding and Jungkook would either be swept off his feet or do the sweeping. Eventually, at the respectable age of twenty-five—current Jungkook could only laugh at these ideas now—they’d get married and buy a house, adopting as many pets as they could. 

He’d had ideas.

The only thing about his fantasies that had stayed the same was the very minor detail that he’d pick someone pretty. Min Yoongi certainly was pretty, there was no denying that, but that wasn’t why Jungkook loved him. Honestly, it wasn’t even at the top of the list. No, he loved him for the quiet way he took care of people, the way his voice would turn gentle as he reassured or encouraged the people around him, the way he slowly shifted closer to people when he wanted affection he wasn’t sure how to ask for, the way his eyes would harden and his words would turn harsh when someone crossed a line, the way he refused resolutely only for his expression to soften moments before he agreed anyway. There were a million reasons why Jungkook loved Yoongi, and very few of them had anything to do with his looks.

He also hadn’t met him at school, instead going through all four years dating but never finding the one only to stumble upon him at the first job to offer him a decent salary after graduation. Yoongi hadn’t been his age, or even from the same province, nor had he immediately promised to buy Jungkook a house and a dog when he turned twenty-five. No, none of his fantasies about how his romantic life would go had turned out to be correct.

Not even the ones about how it would feel. Falling in love, as it turned out, hadn’t been like he’d imagined. He’d been so wrong about how it would feel, likely because all his ideas were based on books and movies, that it had crept up on him slowly. Much to his surprise, but never his dissatisfaction, he’d realized that love wasn’t all that magnetic or heart-pounding. At least, not in the way he’d always pictured it would be. 

Instead, he’d realized he was in love while technically at work, of all things. He’d been sitting across the table from Yoongi at yet another work dinner no one wanted to go to, his posture drooping as his boss went on and on about his glory days. Yoongi had looked just as bored, as uninterested, but just as Jungkook was sure he was going to fall asleep, Yoongi had kicked him under the table. Jungkook remembered nearly jumping out of his skin, his eyes wide and cheeks flushing in embarrassment, only to meet Yoongi’s amused eyes as he nodded toward their boss seconds before he turned to Jungkook and asked a question. 

At that moment, Yoongi, a man he’d only met a year prior, had saved him from disaster, and Jungkook had realized, as he stared at Yoongi’s small amused smile and beer-flushed cheeks, that he was in love. That was it, that was all. He watched Yoongi, his coworkers causing a ruckus around him, and felt his heart settle into place.

Nothing really changed after that though. Unlike his fantasies, he didn’t rush to confess or sweep Yoongi off his feet. Things just continued as normal. Yoongi was still Yoongi, a competent sunbae at work and an attentive hyung at home. Jungkook never said anything, not about his feelings, not about his dreams of their future, nothing. He also didn’t mention the way Yoongi would watch him longer and longer each day, or the way, when he hugged Yoongi, he could feel his heartbeat pick up and his fingers tighten in his shirt as their breathing synced.

Jungkook said nothing. 

It was odd, he had to admit, to be so sure that the person he loved returned those feelings but not say anything about it. He knew that Yoongi knew too, he could tell, but Yoongi never said anything either. He was aware that it wasn’t normal to behave this way, he was, but sometimes he’d look at Yoongi and find him already watching him and they’d share this look. A look that said I love you but even then, neither of them said it out loud and honestly, Jungkook didn’t feel the need. Not yet anyway.

Sometimes his friends teased him, or complained, wondering why, if Jungkook was so sure Yoongi felt the same, he wasn’t doing anything about it. Jungkook never had a good answer to explain his lack of urgency, which is probably why the teasing continued. All he could say was that it just didn’t feel like the right time. 

It wasn’t like they didn’t interact with each other, because they did, both inside and outside of work. There were times, opportunities, but none of them felt right.

Assigned to the same project and working overtime together for a month? Not the right time.

Caught in the rain and dashing to the nearest bus shelter only to end up laughing at each other in rain-drenched clothes? Not the right time.

Sent to a weekend-long conference together and forced to share a hotel room? Not the right time.

Squished together on the same slightly sticky bench at a forgettable bar while their coworkers turned mutual friends celebrated a birthday? Not the right time.

In theory, any of those times could have been the moment. They were good times, times when it would have made perfect sense to confess, to take a chance, to make a move, but still, Jungkook had known that they weren’t the right times. Each time, Yoongi had looked at him, had smiled, and Jungkook had known to wait. 

Not yet, his brain had told him again and again. 

Not yet.

⏯

“Kook?”

Jungkook glanced up from his computer, his eyes narrowing slightly against the brightness of the overhead lights since they’d adjusted to the dimmer light of his screen after so many hours of staring at it. Yoongi was standing on the other side of the desk cubicles, his suit jacket off and thrown casually over his shoulder. He looked done for the day, which was surprising to Jungkook since, when at work, Yoongi was a very professional and would never look so casual. The only reason he’d take off his jacket was if— Jungkook looked around, seeing the office completely empty, and grimaced. He’d lost track of time. “Is everyone else gone?”

Yoongi hummed in confirmation, as he leaned against one of the cubicle walls, his lips pulling up in the corners. “A few hours ago. It’s nearly seven now.”

“Seven?” Jungkook repeated even as he tapped his phone screen to double-check. Sure enough, his phone confirmed that it was ten to seven, just as Yoongi had said. A quick look out the windows also confirmed that it was late, the only light coming from street lamps. “Where did the hours go?”

“I ask myself that every day,” Yoongi mused, his eyes pointed upward in a mockingly dramatic fashion. “Are you done now?”

“Done enough. Why are you still here though? I thought your project wrapped up yesterday?”

Yoongi smiled even as his eyes darted away. “Last minute changes, you know how it is.”

Jungkook did know how things went, especially at this office, but he also knew Yoongi well enough to know that he was lying. He hadn’t been working on his latest project, if he had, he wouldn’t have looked away or answered so vaguely. Jungkook tilted his head, unsure why Yoongi was lying, but shrugged it off. He was sure that Yoongi had his reasons, he always did, and, if he wanted, he’d tell Jungkook eventually. There wasn’t much, if anything, that Yoongi hid from Jungkook. Expect maybe his feelings, if Jungkook considered not voicing them despite their obviousness to be hiding them. 

“Well,” Jungkook said as he lifted his arms above his head, stretching, “why don’t we walk to the train together? You didn’t drive today, right?”

“No, I didn’t.”

Nodding as if that was an agreement, Jungkook stood up and grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair. “Then let’s get out of here before someone appears and makes us work the entire weekend on a brand new, super urgent project only we are capable of doing.”

Yoongi laughed, shaking his head at Jungkook’s joke, but followed after him as he strode past and headed to the elevator. Since the day was long over, it came quickly and Jungkook stepped inside, leaning back against the wall. He sighed loudly as he let his head fall back against the cool metal. Yoongi stood in front of him, his posture slouched and relaxed in a way it never was when he was around their other colleagues. It meant Yoongi was comfortable, which Jungkook was proud of.

Without really thinking, Jungkook reached out, his fingers catching the ends of Yoongi’s hair and rubbing. Yoongi turned toward him, completely at ease, and raised a brow without a word. The question was obvious even if Jungkook just smiled. “Your hair has gotten so long.”

“It has.”

“It suits you.”

“My mom agrees.”

Jungkook snorted. “Really? My mom is always on me to cut mine.”

The look Yoongi sent him could only be described as bland. “That’s because you never take care of it and it looks fried.”

“I think it looks cute!”

“It is cute,” Yoongi agreed, nodding slowly with wide, earnest eyes, “like my favourite triangle kimbap.”

Rolling his eyes since this was not the first time Yoongi had teased him this way, Jungkook fell forward and draped himself over Yoongi’s back, letting his arms hang over his shoulders as he rested his cheek against his own bicep so that he could see Yoongi’s face. Yoongi didn’t react other than to walk out of the elevator once they reached the lobby, dragging Jungkook right along with him. He was sure, if anyone saw them, they’d be confused, maybe speculate a bit, but Jungkook didn’t care about any of that. He just wanted to be as close to Yoongi as possible.

“You should carry me, hyung,” Jungkook whined. “I worked so hard today.”

“You always work hard, Kook. You’re so amazing.”

Jungkook felt his cheeks turn red and tightened his hold around Yoongi in response. “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not,” Yoongi countered, his hand settling on Jungkook’s elbow before sliding down to his wrist. His hand lingered there, not moving to hold Jungkook’s hand, so Jungkook shifted his hand himself and slotted their fingers together, squeezing once in a silent message he hoped Yoongi understood. Yoongi’s cheek lifted in a smile. “How about hyung treats you to dinner?”

“What about the train?” Jungkook asked, worried despite his desire to spend more time with Yoongi. Yoongi’s apartment was on the outside of the city so, when he didn’t drive, he really couldn’t get home without the train. It wasn’t super late yet, but Jungkook had long ago memorized the train schedule to Yoongi’s apartment and the last one was at nine. If they went to dinner, Yoongi would very likely miss the last train. In theory, they could eat quickly but they always ended up talking for hours or just hanging out so less than two hours wasn’t nearly enough time for them.

Yoongi glanced back at him, his eyes flicking back and forth between Jungkook’s like he was looking for something. “You’re not hungry?”

Now.

Now is the right time.

Jungkook wasn’t sure how he knew that, or why. Nothing was different about this moment, this evening. They’d worked late a thousand times, shared a meal a thousand more, this evening was completely normal. Except, for the first time since Jungkook had realized his feelings, he knew. Now was the right time.

“I’m starving.”

⏯

Even if his intention when agreeing to get dinner with Yoongi had been to spend more time with him and maybe find the right time to finally confess, he hadn’t been lying about being starving. He hadn’t eaten since lunch and that felt like ages ago now. Still, even knowing that, Jungkook couldn’t help but rest his elbow on his crossed legs and prop his chin on his palm instead of eating the food Yoongi had already placed on his plate in front of him. They’d already eaten quite a bit anyway, so it was fine if Jungkook took a small break to just stare.

After he’d agreed to dinner, Jungkook had insisted, quite predictably, that they go to an all-you-can-eat barbecue place since he considered it the best option when taking the money spent to food consumed ratio into account and he hadn’t wanted Yoongi to spend too much money on him. Yoongi had agreed easily, as he always did, and had promptly taken over the grilling once they’d arrived, as he also always did. Jungkook considered it a great opportunity to just stare at Yoongi’s face, which he was taking great advantage of now and had been for the entire meal.

Yoongi had switched out his contacts for glasses once they’d arrived, his suit jacket had once again been shrugged off, this time relegated to the back of his chair, and he’d rolled up the sleeves of his button-up shirt so they wouldn’t get dirty. He saw Yoongi in a suit every day, it was required for the office after all, but, for some reason, seeing Yoongi after a long day of work, his suit a little dishevelled, had always hit him hard. Perhaps it was the flashes of skin, especially his chest when a few buttons were finally undone, or perhaps it was just that it was something Yoongi only showed to people he was comfortable around. Either way, it was a sight that Jungkook wanted to spend the rest of his life staring at. 

Jungkook tilted his head, his eyes trailing over Yoongi’s collarbones and down his arms as they stretched out toward the grill to check on the meat before returning to his face. Finding Yoongi already looking at him as he often did, Jungkook just smiled, unembarrassed that he’d been caught staring too. He knew that Yoongi knew about his feelings anyway, just as he knew about Yoongi’s, so what was there to be embarrassed by? “Hi.”

Yoongi snorted and grabbed a piece of pork belly off the grill with the tongs and held it out. “Here. This piece is ready.”

Jungkook leaned forward to take the meat with his teeth but Yoongi moved it away from his mouth. “Mean.”

“Use chopsticks. Your mother would appear from the aether to scold you and smack me if I ever let something like that happen,” Yoongi ordered, which, honestly, wasn’t the most insane thing Yoongi had ever said. Jungkook’s mother had shown up sporadically and entirely without warning many times over the years, and each time, he and Yoongi somehow ended up on the other end of a good scolding. She’d even made them kneel and raise their arms once so that she could lecture them on something Jungkook couldn’t even remember now. Yoongi still laughed about that.

“She treats you just like me and my brother, I swear. You’re basically her son already.”

Yoongi smiled even though his eyes were now fixed on the last round of meat he was busy grilling. “That makes me happy.”

“Better be careful,” Jungkook warned, too many emotions making his voice go quiet, “she might make you a permanent member of my family.”

“That wouldn’t be so bad,” Yoongi murmured, his lips pulling up into a shy smile before he snorted and added, “though she might have to fight my mom for the honour.”

“A fight to the death is the only option, clearly.”

“Clearly,” Yoongi agreed as he put the last of the beef and half the pork belly on Jungkook’s plate.

Jungkook straightened so that he was no longer leaning on his crossed legs and began flapping his hands to stop Yoongi from piling more onto his plate. “You need to eat more. I already ate most of it.”

“I’m full.”

“You barely ate anything!”

Yoongi’s lips pulled up briefly before he leaned back. For a long moment, Yoongi didn’t say anything, he just stared at him. Considering Yoongi wasn’t normally great about maintaining eye contact, Jungkook was surprised, but he just smiled, waiting for Yoongi to say whatever it was he was going to say, more than familiar with Yoongi’s style of conversation. Eventually, Yoongi shook his head, that small smile still on his lips. “Watching you eat is enough. Don’t let the beef cool too much. It’ll get tough.”

Sighing a bit since he knew when not to argue with Yoongi, Jungkook considered giving up and eating as he’d been told. He’d done it before since Yoongi was easily just as stubborn as he was, but, for some reason, this time, he didn’t want to give up so easily. So, grabbing his chopsticks, Jungkook picked up a piece of beef and held it out toward Yoongi. “Eat some, hyung. Please?”

Yoongi pressed his lips together but his eyes flickered with amusement as he finally sighed and leaned forward, his lips parting as he stared directly at Jungkook’s face. Jungkook swallowed, his eyes widening minutely before he placed the meat on Yoongi’s tongue. Yoongi chewed slowly, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip, before leaning back. “I really am full, Kook. Please eat up.”

Jungkook’s brain was only functioning at half capacity. Was it normally hot for someone to eat from his chopsticks? Did it normally make his brain melt? Or was that just a Yoongi thing? Either way, Jungkook sighed in defeat and pointedly shoved a large slice of meat into his mouth. Yoongi smiled even wider and took a sip of his beer, amusement obvious on his face, and Jungkook felt that same settling feeling he’d had the night he’d realized he was in love with Yoongi. He’d known tonight was the right time. He’d just known. “Hyung, are you doing anything this weekend?”

“I don’t have any plans, no.”

“Will you spend it with me?”

Yoongi lowered his beer, resting the glass on his knee as he tapped his fingernail against the side. Condensation clung to his finger but he just kept tapping, his bottom lip disappearing between his teeth as he avoided looking at Jungkook’s face. “The whole weekend?”

“The whole weekend.”

“I’d love to,” Yoongi agreed, his bottom lip finally leaving the space between his teeth as the smile he’d been trying to hide stretched across his face. “I’d really love to.”

⏯

“I know I’m not one to talk,” Yoongi said slowly as he stepped into Jungkook’s bedroom and levelled him with a blank stare, his arms held up from his body like the world’s weirdest scarecrow, “but why are your clothes so big? You are not this big.”

From his place already tucked into bed, Jungkook pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh. Yoongi sounded genuinely annoyed and it definitely wasn’t the time to laugh, but when he waved his arms in frustration, he kind of looked like a kid wearing his father’s t-shirt and he couldn’t stop himself. 

It was true that he tended to buy his non-work clothing oversized, even to the point it swallowed his frame, so, on Yoongi, it was even worse. Yoongi really wasn’t that much smaller than him but when he was wearing Jungkook’s clothing, it made him look like he was. 

Jungkook’s imagination was having a field day. 

When he’d asked Yoongi to spend the weekend with him, he hadn’t thought of the consequences of that request. Like what was Yoongi going to wear, for one. Yoongi, in theory, could go home tomorrow and grab some clothing but, as Yoongi sighed to himself and carded his fingers through his freshly washed hair, Jungkook promised himself that he wouldn’t let that happen. Yoongi looked good in his clothes and it scratched a very specific part of his brain.

Two fingers snapping in front of Jungkook’s face made him jump, his eyes widening as he refocused on Yoongi, who was watching him with an expression Jungkook could only describe as endeared. “There you are.”

“Sorry,” Jungkook mumbled, blushing slightly.

“Where’d your mind go?” Yoongi asked.

Jungkook considered lying, it would be easy, but instead, he said: “You look cute in my clothes. I like seeing it.”

Yoongi’s lips parted, his eyes wide and a little unsure, like he hadn’t expected Jungkook to be that honest, and then he ducked his head, tucking some hair behind his ear. “I like wearing them.”

“I’ll find something that fits a little better tomorrow,” Jungkook promised, his hand reaching out to smooth over the extra long sleeve of the t-shirt Jungkook had given Yoongi to sleep in. “I have nicer stuff that’s not quite so oversized.”

“Not quite,” Yoongi repeated, snorting rudely. “So it’s still oversized.”

“I like to be comfortable!” 

Yoongi hummed and shook his head, still laughing quietly. The action itself could be seen as rude, but the look he sent Jungkook was endlessly soft and it made his heart melt. He really just loved Yoongi a lot. “Sure, sure.”

“Stop complaining and come to bed. It’s late and I’m tired,” Jungkook ordered, lifting the blankets and patting the left side invitingly. Yoongi had slept over enough times for Jungkook to know his routine. Once, he’d tried to sleep on the right since Jungkook also preferred the left and Yoongi had ended up basically on top of Jungkook, his body naturally gravitating in his sleep. For the sake of his libido, he had since started sleeping on the right.

“And you say I’m the old one,” Yoongi mumbled even as he did as he was told and climbed into bed. Without hesitation, Yoongi slid under the blankets and rolled onto his side, immediately tucking himself under Jungkook’s arm and snuggling close. Jungkook smiled gently and wrapped his arm around Yoongi, pulling him even closer. Yoongi let out a small sigh and pressed his face against the side of Jungkook’s chest. “You’re always so warm.”

“So I’ve been told. Can I turn off the light?”

“Yea.”

Reaching above himself, Jungkook flicked off the light, blanketing the room in darkness. It took his eyes several minutes to adjust, but he didn’t need to see to feel Yoongi’s hand resting over his heart or the way his nose was rubbing back and forth against Jungkook’s skin. It was so domestic, so right, that Jungkook couldn’t help but smile. 

This was the right time. This whole night, this whole weekend, was the right time.

“Kook?”

“Yea?” Jungkook responded with a small hum, his hand mindlessly trailing up and down Yoongi’s spine. 

“When did you know?”

Jungkook’s hand didn’t stop moving even as he blinked in surprise. He didn’t need to ask what Yoongi was talking about, he knew, but he hadn’t expected Yoongi to ask. He supposed that he wasn’t the only one who’d known that it was finally the right time. “When you saved me from sleeping through Manager Ko’s question at that awful team building dinner. The second you nodded toward him, I knew.”

Yoongi shifted even closer, his leg lifting and hooking around Jungkook’s so his entire front was pressed against Jungkook’s side. They’d never been this close before and it was doing things to Jungkook’s heart, but he was loving it. Especially when he could feel Yoongi smile against him as his chest shook with quiet laughter. “Am I your knight in shining armour?”

“Yes,” Jungkook responded sincerely. “What about you? When did you know?”

“Do you remember when you first started? When the coffee machine blew up and ruined your suit?”

Jungkook snorted. That was, hands down, his most embarrassing moment. He’d only had enough money to buy the one suit and that stupid coffee machine had ruined it. “Unfortunately.”

“When I came in to see if I could help, you were covered in coffee grinds and soaking wet, but, when you looked up at me, you still smiled just as brightly as you always do. There was no one else for me after that.”

“That was a long time ago.”

“So were Manager Ko’s dinners.”

“I guess you’re right,” Jungkook agreed, running his hand up Yoongi’s spine again. Only this time, he cupped the back of Yoongi’s head and tilted it backward, forcing Yoongi to look up at him. In the dark, his eyes weren’t very clear, but there was enough light to see them shine, to see how happy they were, and Jungkook couldn’t help but smile. 

Yoongi’s hand left his chest, his fingers gliding over Jungkook’s lips. “Like that. I love that smile.”

Jungkook took hold of Yoongi’s hand and kissed his fingertips before intertwining their fingers. He’d barely shifted forward when he felt Yoongi’s lips press against his own, soft and sure. It wasn’t heart-pounding or magnetic like he’d imagined love to be, but it was warm and happy, final in a way that made his heart sing. 

It was perfect.

“I knew it.”

“Knew what?” Jungkook asked against his lips, not quite ready to pull away just yet.

Yoongi smiled. “I knew the time was right.” 

⏯

Since Jungkook had slept with Yoongi before, he wasn’t the least bit surprised when he woke up, eager to start the day, and Yoongi just curled into an even smaller ball and groaned loudly. Jungkook wasn’t a morning person per se but when he had something to look forward to, very little, if anything at all, could keep him in bed. 

Except maybe Yoongi.

“Hyung,” Jungkook teased, wrapping himself around Yoongi’s back and pulling him close. “Wake up.”

“No.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook sing-songed as he pressed his lips to the back of Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi let out a small sigh and tilted his head to the side, which was as good as an invitation in Jungkook’s book. He ghosted his lips over Yoongi’s skin, nipping lightly at the spot just behind his ear that Yoongi loved to rub when he was anxious. Yoongi sighed again, this time the sound more breathy, and pressed back into Jungkook. “Wake up, hyung.”

“No,” Yoongi said again even as he slid his hand over Jungkook’s where it rested on Yoongi’s stomach, their fingers intertwining so naturally it was like they’d been doing this for years and not a single night. “It’s our day off. We can stay here all day if we want.”

Jungkook kissed Yoongi’s cheek. “We could but I want to take you out on a date. I asked for the whole weekend, remember?”

Yoongi turned his head, their lips brushing. When he opened his eyes, they were puffy from sleep and still slightly hazy, but there was excitement underneath all that tiredness. “A date?”

“A date.”

“I suppose I could get up for that,” Yoongi said teasingly, his cheek tinting the prettiest shade of dusty rose.

“Then up you go,” Jungkook ordered as he rolled over Yoongi and forcefully dragged him from the bed. Yoongi flailed, his limbs waving around for a moment before he got his footing. The second he was standing on his own, Yoongi huffed at him, but he was still blushing so Jungkook catalogued it as a win and smiled brightly. “You take the bathroom first while I find something you can wear.”

“Okay…” Yoongi agreed, his voice trailing off as he tilted his head back and blinked at Jungkook almost owlishly. Jungkook recognized that as his I want affection but I’m not sure that’s allowed right now look and swooped in quickly, slotting their lips together in a chaste kiss. Yoongi sank into his chest, his hand resting over Jungkook’s heart again, and smiled as he pulled away. “I’ll be right back.”

Jungkook let him go, though he really didn’t want to now that he’d gotten a taste of morning kisses, and forced himself to refocus on finding Yoongi something to wear. He hadn’t been lying about having clothing that would fit Yoongi better, but he kind of wanted to put Yoongi in a very specific shirt. Mostly because he had two. 

Rushing to his closet, Jungkook grabbed the version of the shirt he usually wore and pulled it over his head. It was massive, obscenely so, and had been a gift from his brother last Christmas. On his birthday that same year, his mother had gotten him the same shirt after not-so-discreetly asking Yoongi what to get him. Jungkook was sure his mother would have gotten him a smaller size since she thought oversized clothes looked slovenly. 

Except the shirt wasn’t hanging in his closet.

Jungkook bit his lip, wondering where he’d have put the shirt. He wouldn’t have thrown out his mother’s gift so it had to be— the drawers under the bed. Jungkook always forgot that he had them since he stored the clothing he didn’t often, if ever, wear there alongside his winter clothing. 

Eager now, Jungkook hastily changed his underwear and slid on some jeans before darting to the bed and yanking open both drawers. It took some searching but he found the shirt he was looking for and, sure enough, it was a large—Yoongi’s size. Smiling to himself, Jungkook laid out the shirt and a pair of jeans he’d grown out of but had never bothered to throw out, alongside some unworn convenience store boxers he kept on hand for nights just like this. He also kept spare toothbrushes, towels, and perhaps Yoongi’s preferred toiletries. 

“You look pleased with yourself, should I be worried?”

“I just found stuff I know will fit,” Jungkook lied, still smiling. He darted to Yoongi, kissing him once. “You taste like my toothpaste.”

“And you taste like morning breath. Go brush your teeth.”

“Yes, hyung,” Jungkook teased, gesturing to the bed. “That stuff’s for you.”

“Thanks, Kook.”

Jungkook was still smiling as he went about his morning routine and did his best to tame his hair. He’d showered quickly the night before and had been too eager to get into bed with Yoongi to blow dry it properly, so it was mostly a lost cause, but he figured it gave him a youthful look. Plus Yoongi would probably play with it this way and he liked that.

When he emerged from the bathroom, Yoongi was in the living room, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he played with the hem of his borrowed shirt. It was still large on him, but purposefully so since it was actually his size. The jeans were too long but Yoongi had just cuffed them and they fit well otherwise. Honestly, for an entirely borrowed outfit, Yoongi looked good.

Maybe Jungkook was biased because those were his clothes and Yoongi was wearing his clothes and that meant that Yoongi was his and he totally wasn’t obsessing over it at all.

Yoongi’s eyes snapped to Jungkook, quickly sweeping over his frame, or, more accurately, his outfit, before his blush deepened. “You picked out matching shirts.”

“I did,” Jungkook agreed, pleased with himself. Or he was until Yoongi’s eyes dipped away and Jungkook realized he looked hurt. “Is it too much? I have other shirts!”

“No, no, I—” Yoongi cleared his throat. “I was just wondering who this belonged to is all.”

“It’s mine?” Jungkook said with a frown.

“Yea, of course. Yea. Just… who was it for?”

“Me?”

“But you’re wearing yours.”

Jungkook’s frown only deepened. “Yea, because I have two?”

“Right. I was just wondering who the second one was for.”

“I already told you that—” Jungkook stopped, his lashes fluttering as it hit him. He had two of the same shirt in different sizes. Yoongi thought he bought the shirt for someone else. How had he not thought of that? “It was a gift. From my mom. She hates oversized clothes. This one was from my hyung.”

Yoongi’s eyes widened a second before his entire face turned bright red. While he’d been blushing fairly consistently, this blush was different and Jungkook immediately closed the distance between them to cup his cheeks. Yoongi’s blush didn’t diminish as he murmured, “Sorry. That was stupid. I just— it was stupid.”

“It wasn’t stupid. It was a fair question. What kind of idiot owns two of the same shirt in different sizes?”

Though Yoongi laughed, he didn’t look appeased. “Still. It’s none of my business.”

“I’d like it to be.”

Yoongi’s eyes snapped to Jungkook. “You would?”

“We didn’t wait for the right time to do this halfway, did we?” Jungkook teased, placing a gentle kiss on the corner of Yoongi’s lips. “Ask anything you want to know, hyung. I want you to.”

“You can ask me to,” Yoongi whispered, his lips finally pulling up into a smile.

“Good because I have a notebook full of questions. Wrote’em all down.”

“With little hearts?”

“With your name in the middle.”

Yoongi laughed again, the sound much happier and more at ease than it had been a minute before. He pressed his forehead to Jungkook’s chest and sighed. “You said we’re going on a date, right?”

“If you’re ready.”

“I’m ready,” Yoongi promised, lifting his head. “I’ve been waiting, even.”

“Then let’s go.”

⏯

Jungkook had dreamt about taking Yoongi on dates for the better part of… too many years. He’d imagined how Yoongi would react, what he would say to sweep Yoongi off his feet, how the night would end. He’d imagined every possible scenario, even the ones where it all went bad. Nothing could have prepared him for the pure delight on Yoongi’s face as he realized Jungkook had taken him to an arcade.

Admittedly, it could be seen as a somewhat childish date, something too young for two men in their late twenties and early thirties to do, but Jungkook came to this arcade often since it was just a few blocks away from his apartment and he loved the atmosphere. Even if it was a typical high school student arcade, Jungkook would have fought off a teenager to see that unashamed happiness on Yoongi’s face as he grabbed his hand and dragged him toward a racing game.

Which, for the record, Yoongi was terrible at. 

He wasn’t much better at Dance Dance Revolution but he made up for his lack of skill with pure enthusiasm so Jungkook kept the teasing to a minimum, even if he did absolutely wipe the floor with him.

“We need to do something I can actually win at, otherwise my ego will never recover,” Yoongi announced after he lost a ring tossing game too.

Jungkook pressed his lips together, his brows furrowing in barely contained laughter. “Not everyone is good at games.”

“I was always better at sports,” Yoongi muttered, pouting somewhere.

“Sports?” Jungkook repeated, shock finally allowing him to defeat his battle against laughter. He’d known Yoongi for years and he’d heard him complain about walking up three flights of stairs and he often said being horizontal was his favourite pastime. The last thing he’d ever pictured Yoongi doing was playing sports. “You played sports?”

Yoongi reached out and grabbed Jungkook’s face, squeezing his cheeks together. “I’m going to need you to say that again with way less shock in your tone.”

“I just— sports?”

“Yes and I was good!” Yoongi defended, his cheeks tinting in either embarrassment or anger, Jungkook couldn’t tell. “I was captain of my basketball team in high school and I even played for the university team for a few years!”

Jungkook blinked several times. Yoongi playing sports. Yoongi playing basketball. Yoongi in a basketball uniform. Yoongi’s knees. “I need pictures. And video. Do you still have the uniform? Does it still fit?”

Yoongi frowned at him for a moment, confused, and then his entire face turned red and he let go of Jungkook’s cheeks. “I… maybe still have the jersey at least.”

“I want to see it. There aren’t any videos?”

“My mom probably has some…” Yoongi admitted, his voice going soft and shy.

“Okay, next date, we are watching those. For now, there’s a basketball game over there, wanna show me your skills?”

“There is?” Yoongi asked, straightening. He looked around, his eyes flitting from machine to machine, and then, as Jungkook waved to the left, Yoongi smiled. “Let’s play that. Come on, let’s play that.”

Jungkook allowed himself to be dragged toward the far left wall where the basketball and football games were set up. Several were in use but there were three in the middle unoccupied and that made Yoongi light up even more since they could compete against each other. 

Excited by the idea of seeing Yoongi in his comfort zone, Jungkook obediently put in the right amount of tokens and moved to his station, watching Yoongi’s expression shift out of the corner of his eyes. Jungkook was insanely competitive, so he wasn’t going to let Yoongi distract him with his cute face, but Jungkook could admit his confidence and focus were sexy.

His poor sportsmanship when he won, less so.

“You call that a free throw,” Yoongi mocked, flipping his hair over his shoulder despite it really not being the appropriate length to pull that off. “It’s like you’ve never even played before.”

“I haven’t,” Jungkook admitted, fighting a smile. Okay, maybe Yoongi’s poor sportsmanship wasn’t all that bad. Yoongi just looked so happy to finally be winning something and he was practically vibrating with excitement and confidence now. That’s how Jungkook always wanted to see Yoongi. He got like that when he was working and things were going well, or when he offered advice and his friends actually took it and it worked. It was just… cute. 

Yoongi blinked. “You never played? Not even in high school?”

“We had a section on it in gym class but I broke my wrist just before that so I never actually played.”

“Oh,” Yoongi said, his lashes fluttering, “you did pretty good then. You’re not good, but you did well.”

“I was just imitating you,” Jungkook admitted. He’d tried to pull from what he remembered from gym class but it hadn’t been helpful so he’d just started doing what Yoongi was doing.

“I could teach you?” Yoongi offered shyly.

Jungkook had never, in his life, heard a better idea than that. He grabbed Yoongi’s hand and tugged him forward. “You have to guide my hands and arms, right? Lead my movements?”

Yoongi blushed but he nodded. “If you want me to.”

“How else would I learn?” Jungkook asked even as he tugged on Yoongi’s other hand and forced Yoongi into a back hug. He felt Yoongi rest his forehead against his spine and his body shake with silent laughter, and could only smile. Today was a good day. “Alright, let’s go Mr. Basketball. Show me how it’s done.”

Without a word, Yoongi’s arms tightened around his waist, his fingers tangling in the front of Jungkook’s shirt. Jungkook looked behind himself, trying to see Yoongi’s face, but all he could see was the top of his head since Yoongi was now resting his cheek against Jungkook’s back. Jungkook opened his mouth, prepared to ask what was wrong, but Yoongi interrupted him, happiness practically dripping from his words, “Okay, let’s play.”

⏯

“You pick up things really fast,” Yoongi mumbled petulantly, his lips jutting out in a small pout as they walked down the hallway toward Jungkook’s apartment. He’d been pouting since Jungkook beat him in another round of the basketball game and Jungkook was in love. He already had been, to be fair, but this sweet, slightly childish and silly side of Yoongi was something he so rarely got to see since Yoongi had to be comfortable and it just made Jungkook want to screech in satisfaction, pride, and happiness.

Instead of doing that, however, Jungkook opened the door to his apartment and guided Yoongi inside. “Maybe you’re just a great teacher.”

“I’m not,” Yoongi denied, shaking his head even as he looked up at Jungkook with wide, earnest eyes. Usually, when Yoongi looked at Jungkook like that, he was teasing him in some way, but Jungkook could feel the sincerity behind the expression even before Yoongi said, “You’re just amazing, Kook. You do so well in everything you try.”

“I—” Jungkook cleared his throat and scratched his cheek awkwardly. Yoongi always complimented him so earnestly and it never got easier to take. Especially not when paired with that expression. “I don’t know about that.”

“I wouldn’t lie about something like that. I wouldn’t lie to you, period.”

“I know.”

Yoongi smiled, his expression suddenly shifting as he leaned ever so slightly forward. “There is something that I’ve been wanting to try since we came back to your apartment last night.”

Jungkook was fairly certain his ability to breathe was suddenly stolen from him. He didn’t think he’d ever heard that tone in Yoongi’s voice and the look on his face made Jungkook break out into a dry sweat. Was his heart beating? Was he breathing? What had Yoongi even said? “W-what’s that?”

Taking a step forward, Yoongi hooked his fingers around the belt loops of Jungkook’s jeans and tugged him closer. Jungkook stumbled over his only just discarded shoes, his heart pounding. Oh, god, he was going to make a fool of himself, wasn’t he? Was this really happening? Would they finally— “The massive bean bag chair. I want to lay in it.”

If asked later, Jungkook would swear on his mother’s life he heard a literal record scratch in his brain as his frantic thoughts came to a halt and he tried to mentally rewind so that he could better understand how he’d misinterpreted this entire conversation. “The bean bag chair?”

Yoongi hummed, his hands still hanging from Jungkook’s belt loops. “It’s so big! I didn’t know they came that big.”

“Yea… they do,” Jungkook confirmed, blinking. There was no way he’d misinterpreted that, right? Yoongi had definitely been flirting with him and insinuating that he’d been thinking about sex, right? Or was he just so desperate to finally be with Yoongi now that they’d voiced their feelings that he was inventing things? Regardless of all that, he couldn’t just stare at Yoongi now so he needed to say something. Something that made sense. “I nap in it a lot, especially on the weekends.”

“Will you nap with me?” Yoongi asked as he finally let go of the belt loops, much to Jungkook’s relief, only to then run his hands up Jungkook’s chest and over his shoulders until his arms were wrapped around Jungkook’s neck. This was both so much better and so much worse. “I’m kinda tired after our date.”

“I— yea,” Jungkook agreed, doing his best to keep his breathing level. Yoongi had to know what he was doing! “Sure, we can nap. I’ll just— blanket?”

“No, you’re warm enough,” Yoongi rejected, stepping away from Jungkook and grabbing onto his hand. 

“Okay,” Jungkook agreed weakly, letting Yoongi pull him into his own living room toward the bean bag chair he kept in the corner. There were several books and two video game controllers on the table beside the bean bag since he really did spend a great deal of his weekend tucked away inside, but Yoongi ignored those and pushed Jungkook down.

Jungkook had only just settled in the middle of the bag when Yoongi climbed in after him, cozying up to his side just as he had in bed the night before. Except he was way more on top of Jungkook than he had been and his thigh was definitely right over Jungkook’s dick.

This had to be on purpose.

“Hyung?” Jungkook asked tentatively, his hand settling on the small of Yoongi’s back.

“Yea?” Yoongi responded as he turned his face into Jungkook’s chest as he was fond of doing.

“Do you really want to sleep?”

Yoongi pushed himself up on his elbow, his chin falling almost naturally into his own open palm. He smiled down at Jungkook, his eyes filled with amusement. “What else would we do?”

It was at that moment that Jungkook realized that Yoongi knew exactly what he was doing and he was doing it on purpose, likely because he was such a sore loser. Jungkook was very okay with this kind of revenge but he also wasn’t someone who gave up easily so he just smiled brightly and said, “I think a nap would be great.”

“O-okay. Glad you agree,” Yoongi replied, his eyes narrowing a fraction before he settled back down on Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook lifted him slightly, forcing Yoongi upward until he was lying entirely on top of him. Yoongi let out a small gasp, his knee sliding between Jungkook’s thighs in an effort to stabilize himself. Yoongi’s head snapped up. “Kook?”

“Just getting comfortable. Is this okay?”

“Yea, it’s… great,” Yoongi agreed hesitantly even as he shifted downward and snuggled into Jungkook’s chest. Like this, Jungkook could rest his chin atop Yoongi’s head and, best of all, feel his heartbeat directly against his own. He was very thankful his own heartbeat had finally returned to normal.

“Nap well, hyung.”

Yoongi’s hand settled on Jungkook’s chest, his fingers stretching as he flattened his hand. After a moment, Jungkook felt his entire body relax and smiled just as Yoongi murmured, “You’re so good at everything.”

Jungkook held back a laugh, feeling slightly victorious. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Yoongi hummed in disbelief but didn’t contradict him. Jungkook didn’t mind. He just threaded his fingers through Yoongi’s hair and let his own eyes fall shut. He was sure the tone would shift once they woke up and all that teasing took on a whole new light, but, for now, Jungkook let himself drift off for a short nap, entirely content with the small man sleeping on top of him.

⏯

The first thing Jungkook felt was a finger poking him in the face. He scrunched his nose and turned away, or tried, but the weight on top of him prevented any real movement. Another poke to the face forced him to open his eyes. 

The first thing Jungkook saw was Yoongi’s self-satisfied smirk as he poked Jungkook yet again and sing-songed, “Wake up, Jungkookieeeeee.”

“You’re very petty, you know that?” Jungkook muttered, knowing full well that Yoongi was waking him up as revenge for Jungkook doing the same that morning.

“I’ve been told.”

“I’m very competitive.”

“I’ve seen.”

“Just warning you,” Jungkook said, waiting only as long as it took for Yoongi’s eyes to widen before he cupped the back of Yoongi’s neck and tugged him down for a kiss. 

Though his words had been somewhat threatening, Jungkook kept the kiss chaste and sweet, no more intense than the ones they’d shared the night before or that morning. Yoongi sighed into it, melting against his chest as his lips fell into sync with Jungkook’s, a small hum reverberating deep in his chest.

Jungkook was sure he could spend the entire evening kissing Yoongi just like this, listening to the small, contented sounds Yoongi let out. They’d felt so loud in the silence of his bedroom the night before, but Jungkook realized now they were tiny sounds, barely there, and he found himself wanting to draw even more from Yoongi.

Still, like with everything in their entire relationship, he didn’t push, didn’t question, he just trailed his fingers over Yoongi’s cheek and jaw, down his neck and over his shoulder. He could feel Yoongi tremble slightly, hear the sharp intake of breath, but neither of them moved any faster.

Even when Yoongi slid his tongue along Jungkook’s bottom lip, silently prodding for his lips to part, the kiss didn’t get faster or harder. The only thing that changed was that Jungkook now got to taste Yoongi. There was the lingering flavour of the vanilla ice cream Yoongi and insisted on buying for them, the cherry chapstick Yoongi was constantly applying, the vague mint of toothpaste from when he’d brushed his teeth after lunch. It shouldn’t be an enticing combination of flavours but it was and Jungkook desperately sought more. 

To be completely honest, he didn’t really know when Yoongi started moving. He didn’t think Yoongi did either. He’d only noticed when his hand had slid down Yoongi’s spine and the small rolls of Yoongi’s hips had been impossible to ignore. Yoongi had frozen and pulled back, his eyes wide and embarrassed. “Sorry. I— I didn’t even realize I was doing that.”

“Does it feel good?” Jungkook asked, pressing down on Yoongi’s back until his body made contact with Jungkook’s hip again. It was only then that Jungkook realized Yoongi was hard. He really hadn’t noticed anything before that moment. Yoongi flushed and nodded shyly. Jungkook urged him forward again. “Then keep going.”

“But I—” Yoongi hesitated, his eyes flicking over Jungkook’s face. He always seemed like he was looking for something on Jungkook’s face and, like last time, whatever he saw told him it was okay, so he buried his face in Jungkook’s neck and started to move again, this time with more purpose. 

Jungkook let out a stuttered breath, his own dick responding eagerly to the movement of Yoongi’s hips on top of him. He didn’t want this to be about him though so he lifted his thigh, pressing hard against Yoongi’s balls, and threaded his fingers through Yoongi’s hair, pulling his head backward. Yoongi blinked at him, his face flushed and lips parted on tiny gasping moans as he managed a small, “Kook.”

That was all Jungkook needed to hear. He stretched his head upward, slotting their lips together again, and settled his hands on Yoongi’s hips, urging him to keep moving. Yoongi’s hips stuttered, grinding down hard, but he didn’t move any faster. He kept the same languid movements, matching each downward thrust to the teasing of his tongue as it tangled with Jungkook’s. It was all Jungkook could do to hold back his own moans. 

One eventually escaped though and Yoongi broke their kiss and pulled back, hazy eyes finding Jungkook’s. His breaths were coming in pants now, desperate and close, and Jungkook couldn’t stop the compliments that fell from his lips. “You look so pretty, hyung. I knew you would. I could have waited forever to see you like this.”

“Kook—” Yoongi tried, the syllables coming out awkwardly, “I— please.”

Jungkook didn’t really know what Yoongi was asking for, but, given his penchant for wrapping around him and holding tight, Jungkook decided to do just that. He wrapped both arms around Yoongi’s waist, guiding Yoongi’s arms to his neck, and lifted his leg even higher, giving Yoongi more leverage to grind down against his thigh. 

Yoongi’s grip on his neck tightened and he pressed his face into the side of Jungkook’s head. “Kook. Kook. I— I love you. You know that, right? You know?”

Tilting his head to the side, Jungkook dragged Yoongi into a gentle kiss. “I know, hyung. I know.”

“Ko—”

“I love you too.”

“Kook.”

Jungkook was sure, even if he watched it happen a million more times, the sight of Yoongi falling apart on top of him would never cease to be the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Yoongi’s entire face went slack and his back bowed even as he started to shake, his fingers digging into Jungkook’s skin. Perfect. “You’re so beautiful, hyung. So pretty.”

Yoongi collapsed on top of him, still trembling, and let out a ragged breath. “Kook.”

“Hyung.”

“I—” Yoongi paused, his hand lazily trailing down Jungkook’s chest to the waistband of his jeans. His fingers danced over his zipper, pressing against the obvious bulge there. “Why didn’t you move with me?”

“I wanted to feel you,” Jungkook said honestly, tilting Yoongi’s face up so he could tap his nose. “We have all night, all weekend, all however long you let me have you like this.”

“I don’t have an endpoint in mind.”

“Then we have forever,” Jungkook said easily, smiling when Yoongi’s blush deepened. “Why don’t we get cleaned up and move to my bed?”

Yoongi’s eyes snapped to Jungkook’s, once again flicking around his face, and then he nodded. “Let’s shower together.”

Jungkook’s heart did a little leap but Jungkook was pretty sure he kept his expression totally composed. Yoongi giggling was just a coincidence. “Let’s do that. Save water and all.”

⏯

Though he didn’t have a photographic memory, Jungkook really wished he did because wet, soapy Yoongi was quickly rising up his list of best sights he’d ever had the privilege of seeing. His lashes clumped together so perfectly, which seemed like an odd thing to fixate on, but when Yoongi was naked, arms wrapped around his shoulders, and blinking up at him with kiss-swollen lips, it seemed important. 

“Warm enough?” Jungkook asked, pushing some of Yoongi’s freshly washed hair out of his face. It was a little hard to ensure that they were both under the stream of water when the shower really wasn’t built for two fully grown men, but Yoongi was sticking so close to him that it hadn’t ended up being a huge problem—at least he didn’t think it did. 

“Yea, I told you. You’re always so warm. Keep going.”

Jungkook hummed, his hand sliding more purposefully down Yoongi’s spine and slipping between his cheeks. Yoongi gasped quietly, his face turning into Jungkook’s neck, but he pressed backward against Jungkook’s already lube-coated fingers, urging him forward. Jungkook smoothed his free hand over Yoongi’s side, massaging in small comforting circles as he pressed his middle finger in. Yoongi’s hole accepted the intrusion easily, making Jungkook raise a questioning brow, but he didn’t ask and Yoongi didn’t explain. Instead, Jungkook just added a second finger and began thrusting with more force than he’d usually use at this stage.

“Kook,” Yoongi breathed out, his arms tightening around Jungkook’s shoulders. “Feels good.”

“Yea? No pain?”

Yoongi shook his head. “No, I— I made sure. I knew this weekend— I knew it was the right time.”

Jungkook smiled against Yoongi’s hair, remembering all the moments when Yoongi had looked at Jungkook silently before suggesting something—namely that they get dinner instead of rushing to catch the train or how he hadn’t wanted to eat any more than he already had. He’d been preparing. “You’re so perfect.”

“Don’t— know about th-at,” Yoongi stuttered out as he pushed himself up onto his tiptoes, his slowly hardening cock bumping into Jungkook’s. “Another. Add another.”

“You sure?”

“Yes, please. Another.”

Doing as he was told, Jungkook slowly added a third finger. There was some resistance, but not nearly as much as he was expecting. He supposed that was because Yoongi’s hands, and fingers, were bigger than his. Still, Jungkook set a slow and steady pace, not wanting to hurt Yoongi, and didn’t stop until Yoongi was all but climbing him, his moans echoing in the shower around them. “You sound so pretty. I want to record it and listen to you moan all day.”

Yoongi snorted, the sound caught between a moan and laugh. “That wouldn’t help your productivity.”

“I’d be happy though.”

“You could think with this?” Yoongi asked, one hand sliding down his chest and wrapping around his cock. Jungkook jumped, a whimper escaping before he could stop it. He’d been avoiding touching himself this entire time, mostly because he wasn’t sure he would last very long after Yoongi had gotten himself off on his thigh. Now that Yoongi was touching him, his fingers practically dancing along the underside of his cock and teasing the head, Jungkook was positive he wasn’t going to last. 

How was he supposed to fuck Yoongi if he was going to cum so quickly? He couldn’t ruin this.

“You said before you’ve been thinking about watching me cum.”

“Y-yea,” Jungkook admitted, mentally doing long division in the hopes of keeping himself together.

“I’ve been thinking about something too.”

Jungkook blinked, the numbers in his brain scattering as he looked down at Yoongi’s flushed face. At some point during this exchange, he’d stopped moving his fingers, but Yoongi hadn’t commented, his attention clearly now fixated on the cock in his hand. “O-oh?”

“Yea,” Yoongi confirmed as he trailed his other hand down Jungkook’s arm before wrapping his fingers around Jungkook’s wrist and pulling his fingers free. Yoongi groaned quietly, his brows twitching as his hole was left empty, but before Jungkook could ask what Yoongi was doing, Yoongi was on his knees, blinking up at him. 

“Hyung, I won’t— I won’t last,” Jungkook admitted quietly, pointedly not looking at the steady drip of precum leaking from his cock.

Yoongi smiled. “I know. That’s why I want to do this.”

“But—”

“I’m going to suck you off and then you’re going to fuck me later,” Yoongi said matter-of-factly, wrapping his hand around Jungkook’s cock again. “I want you to last. I want our first time to last.”

Jungkook swallowed, dozens of images of Yoongi sobbing on his cock filling his mind. “I want that too. I want to make you feel good.”

“You already did,” Yoongi promised him. “I want to do the same for you.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Yoongi repeated, smiling brightly. It was an image, Yoongi on his knees in a shower, his smile open and almost innocent, meanwhile, there was a cock in his hand and it blocked a good portion of his face from the angle Jungkook was looking down at him from.

He was not going to last long.

Jungkook didn’t manage to say anything else. He just watched as Yoongi’s tongue darted out and lapped up his precum, a small satisfied moan leaving his mouth before he sealed his lips around the head and sucked harshly. Jungkook’s knees buckled and he leaned forward, desperately placing both hands on the wall to keep himself up. That seemed to please Yoongi because he looked up at him, eyes wide and happy, before he swallowed abruptly. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook gasped out, his eyes rolling back in his head as Yoongi started to move, the hand still wrapped around his cock stroking in time with his swallows. Jungkook was sure he’d had good blow jobs before, perhaps even better ones than this, but his brain was melting out his ears and it was all he could do to keep from cumming the second Yoongi’s mouth had touched him.

It just felt so good. A hot, wet mouth on his cock was great, but Yoongi’s hot wet mouth on his cock was amazing. Apparently, being with the person he loved made things more intense, which he supposedly made up for the fact that real love wasn’t as heart-pounding as he’d thought. His heart was sure as fuck pounding now. 

“Hyung— fuck, I—” Jungkook tried, his eyes squeezing shut as he grabbed the back of Yoongi’s head and tried to pull him off. Yoongi just made a frustrated sound and sucked harder until Jungkook let go. Only then did he pull off. “I’m going to cum.”

“I know. I want you to cum down my throat.”

Jungkook’s cock twitched weakly, the image sending fire through his brain. He was legitimately worried he was about to cum for that image alone but Yoongi was back on his cock a second later, moaning happily as he began to bob his head in earnest. Jungkook was sure that pace would have been truly satisfying but he only made it a few seconds before he came, Yoongi’s name falling from his lips in a garbled, whiny mess as his vision blacked out.

When it cleared, he was sitting on the floor of the shower, Yoongi’s amused eyes staring back at him as he wiped off his mouth. “You’re heavy you know.”

“Sorry,” Jungkook managed. Nothing hurt so he supposed Yoongi had caught him. 

“I’ll take it as a compliment,” Yoongi said slyly as he crawled over to Jungkook and pressed a kiss to his cheek before dragging his lips to Jungkook’s ear. “You sound so pretty and whiny when you cum, Kook. Will you sound like that while you fuck me?”

Jungkook’s cock twitched in interest even as he turned his face and forced their lips back together. Yoongi smiled against his lips but it didn’t feel mocking. It felt… satisfied. Jungkook felt the exact same way. “Only for you.”

Yoongi pulled back, surprise making his expression waver for a second before his teasing smile fell away, revealing something so utterly love-filled that even Jungkook was momentarily taken aback. Yoongi just kissed him gently though, a small sigh escaping his lips as he murmured, “I’m never going to let you go.”

“Good. Don’t.”

⏯ 

Wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s waist, Jungkook tackled him into the bed. Yoongi giggled, the sound loud and happy despite the heat of their kisses just a few minutes prior. It made Jungkook smile so large, his cheeks hurting from the force of it. All he’d ever wanted was to hear that laugh for the rest of his life.

Jungkook pressed his face into Yoongi’s neck, scattering kisses over each inch of skin he could reach without lifting himself off of Yoongi. He could feel the giggles die in Yoongi’s throat, turning into a gentle sigh as he slid his hands over Jungkook’s shoulders and down his back. “Kook?”

“Yea?” Jungkook responded, his lips barely leaving Yoongi’s skin.

“Kiss me.”

Not needing to be told twice, Jungkook propped himself up on his elbow and turned his head, catching Yoongi’s lips as he tilted his head back toward Jungkook. It felt like they were moving in sync now, Yoongi’s lips matching the pace he set easily and eagerly. Their hands bumped as they both reached down to tug away the slightly damp towels still wrapped around their hips after the shower, which made Yoongi laugh silently. Jungkook pulled away and pressed his nose into Yoongi’s cheek. “I love hearing you laugh.”

“Yea? Even now?”

“Especially now,” Jungkook said seriously, lifting his hips so Yoongi could pull the towel free more easily. “I’ve always wanted to be comfortable enough to laugh in bed with someone I love.”

Yoongi’s eyes turned round, his smile softening as he reached up to cup Jungkook’s face in his hands. Honestly, he should be more focused on the fact that they were both naked now, pressed together from shoulder to toe, but he couldn’t look away from Yoongi’s face. The happiness he saw shining there, the love, mattered so much more. “I’ll do everything I can to make sure you always feel like that.”

“We both will,” Jungkook promised, grabbing Yoongi’s hand and intertwining their fingers. He pressed their joined hands above Yoongi’s head and swooped down again, slotting their lips together. This time, Yoongi moaned into the kiss instead of laughing and parted his thighs, allowing Jungkook to settle between his legs more easily.

Jungkook had assumed that the fact they’d both cum already would mean it would take longer for them to get hard again, that things would move slowly and leisurely since they’d both had a taste of each other, but as Yoongi gasped against him, the fingers of his free hand tangling in Jungkook’s hair, he realized just how wrong he was. 

He was just glad he wasn’t the only one.

“Hyung,” Jungkook mumbled against his lips, “hold on a second.”

The moment those words were out of his mouth, Yoongi’s hands were off Jungkook’s body and his head pulled back. “Is everything okay?”

“Yea,” Jungkook assured him, realizing it had sounded like he wanted to stop, “I just need to grab the lube.”

“Oh,” Yoongi breathed out, “you scared me! I thought something was wrong.”

“Sorry,” Jungkook said quickly, too happy about Yoongi’s consideration and respect to feel all that apologetic. Yoongi rolled his eyes at him as he pulled away, telling Jungkook that Yoongi knew he didn’t really mean it. He didn’t comment though, so Jungkook just smiled and rummaged through his drawer to grab the lube before returning to his previous position stretched out on top of Yoongi. “Hmmm, right where I want to be.”

“Right where I want you to be,” Yoongi returned as he pulled his knees up around Jungkook’s waist. “Though I can think of an improvement.”

This time it was Jungkook who rolled his eyes but he heard the silent encouragement under Yoongi’s teasing and quickly poured out some lube and began massaging Yoongi’s hole. He’d done a good job of stretching him earlier so he only needed a few minutes of re-stretching, mostly because Jungkook wanted to make absolutely sure Yoongi would feel no pain.

“Kook, please,” Yoongi whined, grabbing Jungkook’s wrist and tugging so that his fingers would leave his hole. “I’ve been ready since the shower. Please.”

“Okay, hyung, okay,” Jungkook placated, spreading lube over his cock, pointedly pretending he didn’t fumble with the bottle in his haste. He just tossed it away and lifted his head to look at Yoongi’s face. He realized then that his heart had been racing, anxious almost, but Yoongi simply smiled at him and took his hand again, intertwining their fingers as Jungkook had done over and over that day, and Jungkook felt his heartbeat return to normal. Being with Yoongi really was just so easy.

Shifting forward, Jungkook positioned himself, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and paused so that he could meet Yoongi’s eyes again. Yoongi was still watching him, his eyes heavy-lidded, but he smiled when Jungkook looked at him, so, moving slowly and making sure his eyes never left Yoongi’s face, Jungkook pushed into Yoongi’s hole. Like this, he could watch the way Yoongi let out a long breath and arched his back slightly, improving the angle, the way his throat worked as he settled back into the bed, and, most importantly, as his expression smoothed into a small, content smile as he relaxed around Jungkook’s cock.

“You take me so well. Perfect,” Jungkook murmured as he slowly pulled out before slamming forward again. 

Yoongi gasped, the sound little more than a whimper. “Feels good. You feel good.”

“Yea?” Jungkook asked. He wasn’t usually one for compliments in bed, at least, not ones directed at him, but the thought that he was making Yoongi feel good made his ego swell and he couldn’t help but ask, “Like this?”

“Like that, just like that,” Yoongi agreed, nodding eagerly as moaned through each thrust of Jungkook’s hips.

In the back of Jungkook’s mind, he could feel the need to speed up, to gather Yoongi close and hammer into him until he was screaming Jungkook’s name, but he didn’t want their first time to be like that. Everything had been slow, like molasses, since they’d gotten home and it made Jungkook feel like he was in a dream. If it was, he didn’t want to wake up. He wanted to stay here, with Yoongi, forever,

Feeling fingers in his hair, Jungkook was brought back to the present, to the fact that he really was with Yoongi right now. He tilted his head back into Yoongi’s palm, his eyes falling nearly closed as he continued to thrust into him, his pace slow but hard. Each slap of his hips made Yoongi slide up the bed, but he just shifted right back down, meeting Jungkook halfway, and it was so much better that way.

“Kook?”

Jungkook could die happy hearing Yoongi moan out his name like that. “Yea?”

“I love you.”

The whimper that left his mouth was entirely involuntary but he didn’t even care. Jungkook just leaned forward, gathering Yoongi up in his arms, and held on tight as his thrusts picked up speed. Despite his early promise to himself to go slow, to be gentle, Yoongi’s stuttered lust-heavy confession was too much for him to take. It was overwhelming really and all he could do was hold on as he poured all his feelings into each thrust and a somewhat desperate returned confession. “I love you too. Fuck, I can’t believe I can finally say that.”

Yoongi wrapped his legs around Jungkook’s waist, purposefully squeezing down until Jungkook could only whine in desperation. It was clear that Yoongi was feeling the same way Jungkook was, just as he always had, always would, and it went straight to Jungkook’s head as he begged, “Please, Kook. Show me how long you waited.”

Jungkook didn’t even know what that meant but he picked up speed anyway, thrusting harder and faster into Yoongi until the coherent sentences were things of the past and only gasped moans of his name and pleas for more made it past his lips. Jungkook would like to pretend he was doing better but he knew that he wasn’t. Each gasp, each moan, Yoongi let out was like a precursor to his own, like making Yoongi feel good made him feel good. It was a vicious cycle of the best kind and Jungkook never wanted to leave it.

Especially not as Yoongi grabbed onto his face, his body shaking as he fell apart, and kissed him hard. Jungkook had never felt more complete, more settled, more right, than at that very moment and he knew he’d spend every day of the rest of his life thanking whichever god that cared that he’d waited for the right time—that they both had. 

FIN