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Yoongi is a pervert. 

He is aware, he has learned to live with it and to self-indulge in fantasies that could earn him an eternity in the seventh circle of hell. 

He battled with it through his teenage years and came to terms with the fact as he came to Seoul to live in a dorm with other men who were comfortably naked around him most of the time. 

He doesn’t mind being a little bit vicious on the edges; it's something that just adds a layer, a layer that he hides deeply from his bandmates, a layer that he doesn’t think they would appreciate that much from him; he doesn’t think they’ve noticed it, the way that he looked at every single one of them at some point, because Yoongi was wicked and hungry and sometimes it wasn’t even about the person, but about the feeling of doing something he shouldn’t be, like staring too much at their thighs while they are sleeping or peeking to see who is showering with the ajar door.

Until it was about a person. 

He has always liked pretty boys, taking care of them and maybe taking a little bit of advantage sometimes to please himself, stealing a few kisses and sliding his hands on places he shouldn’t be touching so blatantly. He was just barely finishing his teenage years at the time though, and he innocently thought that he would grow out of it with time, which is a stupid thing to think, he realises now that he is surrounded by pretty boys all around him, all the time . 

Even, probably, the prettiest boy on earth. 

With the softest melodic voice that soothes the dorms every morning, the roundest features with a pretty button nose and the most glistening wide, innocent eyes he has ever seen, glimmering with wonder about the world; ironically, he was the last one he paid attention to, but he was the first one that he has really wanted, actually Yoongi thinks he has never wanted anyone else more in his life.   

He was able to repress his greatest urges for years now, and with how hectic his life is, one would think that he doesn’t have the time for that anymore; and at the beginning he didn’t, the thoughts were erased for his mind as they were struggling with practices and Yoongi’s mind was fuzzy and tired from all the hard work, he barely had any time to sleep let alone to let himself even dare to think about anything that isn’t work and trying to get a nap from time to time; but then he started getting used to being tired, so his past self started to swimmingly bloom inside his core again, and he found himself glaring in silence, appreciating his friends bodies from afar, his thoughts diving deeper in terrains that would agitate his body and water his mouth.

Yoongi thinks now, as the feeling has been growing on him for the past months, that he may be even more perverted than he thought he was; he knew he should feel disgusted at himself, at the way that he let his stare linger for more than he should on the boy that he is watching grow up in front of his eyes; but Jeongguk is full grown now, taller than him, toned body and a cheeky sense of self that has his mind glitching sometimes as he finds himself digging deeper into his most obscure thoughts that make him starved in a way he hasn’t felt in a long time. 

Now his childlike innocence is tainted with something else, as if the intimacy of their bond had twisted into something deeper, and maybe darker, a little bit twisted on the sides. 

He tried to avoid it at first, he tried to run away from it, but Jeongguk was persistent in finding Yoongi back, stealing his oversized hoodies that made his mind buzz at the territorial urge that grows on his chest every time, showing up in his studio unannounced and sneaking into his bed late at night (even though he is the only one with his own bedroom) just for him to snuggle him back to sleep. 

And Yoongi is just another mortal, flawed and filled with a passion that breaks him apart. Everything is intertwined with a suggestiveness that he doesn’t show that much to the rest, that he keeps just for Yoongi to take, to caress, to keep it locked next to his heart, patrolled by the thoughts that twist his stomach. 

So Yoongi is a pervert, and maybe his hands have gripped onto Jeongguk’s waist for longer than they should, maybe he has eyed the boy showering through the ajar door more times (and for longer) than he would deem appropriate, but he has found a way for that not to bother him anymore. 

At some point, he stupidly convinced himself that maybe it would go away if he let it linger, if he let himself indulge in those thoughts that taste as sweet as they taste forbidden, but it just made him hungrier. 

When Namjoon calls for a Hyungs meeting when the three youngsters were still busy with vocal training, Yoongi was expecting the worst; he was expecting to get scolded for being discovered, to get called a freak, to be asked to step away from Jeongguk and to never put his eyes on him again. He remained calm anyway, they had dinner and a couple of Sojus and chatted about music and work for a while; but Yoongi senses there’s something heavier behind all of this, something that Namjoon is not comfortable to speak about sober. 

What he didn’t expect was that his friend might be even more perverted than he is, if that is even possible. 

“I know you love them as much as I do,” Namjoon sighs, after his spiraling rant that Yoongi couldn’t process at the fast pace he was talking in. Yoongi can see his leg moving up and down in nervousness under the table, “So I think we should be the first ones for them, we should be the one to take their virginities.” 

The last words send a wave of shock through his veins, he looks back at Namjoon who’s sitting right next to him, brain buzzing with anxiety at the proposition; there’s a little bit of relief in him, he has to admit, that he isn’t the only one who’s feels that way, that he isn’t the only that wants to protect his nest, to keep what belongs to them on their sacred place where so one else could jump inside to try and steal. 

What he is scared about is that maybe, they could want Jeongguk as well. 

“So you’re saying you want us to fuck them because you think that would be the best for the band?” Hoseok’s words are even, even as his eyes are wide in disbelief as he takes everything in. “That’s against the rules!”

Namjoon’s stare is determined, even when Yoongi can see how much he is fighting to hide the shame. 

His blood is buzzing his veins, his throat tickling at the need to say something, anything. The thing is he doesn’t even know what to say, even at the openness of the conversation there’s something inside him that still wants to keep it locked.

“None of us followed those rules,” Seokjin interjects, looking at Hoseok with arched brows, a smirk trembling on his commissure, but he stays put. “They’ll do it anyway when the time comes, and then it will be too late for us.” 

Yoongi can’t help but snort at how easygoing his friend seems to be about the subject, it makes him wonder how much Seokjin hides from him.

But even like that, Yoongi can sense the fear of getting judged, especially around Namjoon, who seems a little bit more relaxed now that their Hyung stepped in for him.  

He understands that fear, he knows the feeling very well, but he won’t hide behind these nonsense reasoning to try and make himself feel better about it.

The state of shaming himself is long gone, Yoongi has slowly made peace with his desires every night Jeongguk came back to sleep in his arms.

“I talked about this with Hyung,” he tells him and Hoseok, sharing a look with Seokjin who nods encouragingly, “we think it would be… safer, we know how to take care of them.”

“And for us, we know what’s best for them and for us,” Seokjin adds, looking at Namjoon pointedly as if trying to remind him that their motives aren’t completely selfless. “It would be better for all of us to keep it here, at home,” his Hyung says exactly what he feels, which somehow provides a type of reassurance, “Now that Jeonggukie is nineteen, we thought we should put it over the table.” 

The silence grows as they finish explaining themselves. Yoongi feels the anxiety tug on his chest as the name falls from Seokjin’s mouth, he swallows down the tightness on his throat as he gathers himself to finally face his greatest fear.

“Who do you want?” Yoongi’s hoarse voice falls heavy all over them, who turn to look at him with their entire attention. He remains calm, he won’t show them how scared he is that one of them wants exactly the same thing as he does, neither the fire that pulls up on his loins; he has known them for a while now, he knows as much from their bodies as he knows their everything else (or almost, they appear to be masters at hiding his desires as much as he is). He has learnt how to hide his darkest urges from them as well as they do for him, letting his intensity hide in the pit of his stomach, luring in the shadows where no one could see him. “You are doing this because you want one of them, right? This is not just for the band,” He continues evenly, his tone not giving away anything but curiosity.

There must be someone on Namjoon’s mind, and Seokjin’s too, because they wouldn’t be discussing taking their mates' virginity as if it were a business matter if not. Because Namjoon’s voice seems more dubitative than it usually is when speaking to them, because he knows first-hand that same feeling that’s fueling their leader’s eyes.

“And you?” Hoseok interrupts, taking the attention away from their question to shoot back at him with his own words, “I don’t know what this is all about,” his friend sighs, shaking his head to try and come out from his disbelief, “I’m not totally opposed, to be honest I just, I think that we should actually be honest with each other now, because the moment we do this there’s no turning back and this somehow will tie the seven of us even more,” Hoseok adds, Yoongi thinks they are really lucky to have someone like him, smart and strict enough to be able to pull the ropes when the others can’t, “So I think we should start there, well you Hyung.” he continues, looking at the three of them before his eyes fall back to Yoongi, lingering over him with his eyebrows raised, “You want someone too, who is it?” 

The question floats in the air, exposing him in the open as all of them watch him get torn down by his own words. Maybe he is not as sly as he thinks he is, maybe his nonchalance has sold him away as well, maybe he can’t hide the crazed look in his eyes at the thought of someone else having him in their arms. 

His heart beats fast with nervousness, his brain is fuzzy with the alcohol that helps him gain the courage that he needs to try and win his terrain, to claim him first now that he has the chance to, now that he has been put in the spotlight. His mouth is dry, but to think that if he backs down now, maybe they could rip him from him, pushes him to the edge.

“Jeongguk-ie,” the words are sharp as he lays them over the table, his friends looking at him with shock on their faces. He takes the remains of soju on his glass, the words slurring down from him as his tongue burns, “Jeongguk-ie is mine.” 

His voice echoes around every corner of the apartment to inject back into his body like an electrical shock. He is determined to fight, if he has to. He hopes he doesn’t need it, he loves his friends even more than he did before now.

Seokjin snorts at his words, which have Yoongi’s eyes averting to him as he looks back at his Hyung with venom spiking through his eyes. He is about to defy him, about to ask him if he wants Jeongguk too, but gladly Namjoon takes over the silence that’s starting to weigh on his chest.

“So you want our maknae?” Namjoon tilts his head at him, his question seems dark, almost suggestive of Yoongi’s perverted tendencies. 

He huffs in amusement at that, at the way his friend is trying to put out the pieces as if he wasn’t all the wicked too, as if he wasn’t even the one who brought this up. He doesn’t mind it though, he can recognize an act of projection when he sees one, and his body is much lighter now that none of them seem to try and jump back.

None of them looks faced at the thought of him claiming Jeongguk, and he is glad he doesn’t have to put on this fight. 

“And I’m not sharing,” he adds, licking his lips as he incorporates himself on the table to be closer to them. “You will have to do it, since it’s four of us and three of them.”

“I don’t want to share either,” it’s Namjoon’s again, low and twisted on the edge. “I want Jimin-ah.”

Seokjin rolls his eyes, pulling his arms around Hoseok, who looks at him with bewildered eyes at the sudden closeness. Yoongi can’t help the chuckle as he watches his friend get so nervous under Seokjin’s deep stare, who’s looking at him with an amused hunger that has his mouth salivating a little.

“So that leaves you with me and Taehyungie, Hoseokie. Since these two are possessive idiots.”

“Oh my god,” Hoseok exclaims agitatedly, but he sounds amused on the edges as he shakes his head at Seokjin, “you are all a bunch of freaks.”

When Yoongi goes back to his room, he feels dizzy yet energized with a new type of hunger pulling up his loins. They had talked a little longer about how things were going to go, but there wasn’t a plan around it more than going by their instincts and not to push them to anything they don’t want to do; the only rule they actually agreed on was not telling anything about their agreement, and that they would let each other know if they needed privacy on their rooms, if the case came. 

He stirs on his bed, Seokjin hasn’t come back to sleep yet, so he thinks he’s probably still talking to Hoseok on the couch, or in his bedroom maybe. Which is great, because Yoongi doesn’t want to talk, he doesn’t want to explain himself over whatever he is feeling because he doesn’t know how to explain it, not without sounding like a total freak. Which he is, so omitting that part would be lying to his friend. 

And even if Seokjin is one too, that only will serve to make the talk longer somehow, because he has a lot of questions too, he is just too tired to keep on going with the subject.

He hears them come through the front door in shared giggles, voices trying to speak in whispers that are screamed somehow as they fight throughout the living room and their way to the kitchen. Yoongi can’t understand what they are talking about, but he can hear the timbre of Jeongguk’s voice screech with excitement, lowering it down from time to time, probably under Jimin’s reminder. After a while, he hears them disappear into their rooms, and the bathroom shower starts to run.

Yoongi is still unable to sleep, lost in his thoughts, in everything his soul aches to do, how much he wants to take into his hands like the greedy man that he is.

He is about to go to the kitchen to find something to eat when the door opens, he stills with his head in between the pillows, cock semi hard brushing through the sheets in with the profane thoughts invading his brain. He takes a deep breath and pretends to sleep, so Seokjin doesn’t try to rip anything out of him.

“Hyung?” His heart thumps fast on his chest, furious as if it wanted to rip out his ribcage. Yoongi feels his soft timbre filling up the room, injecting down his veins like a blessing and a curse at the same time. “Are you asleep?” The sweet voice whispers in curiosity, much closer to his bed now.

“No,” he mumbles, opening his eyes slowly as he moves his body back to leave some space. He does his best to adjust his bulge under the covers as he pushes his hips back. “Come here,” he tells him, voice raspy with the heaviness of the day. 

He can’t see much from the boy in the dark of the room, but as he gets closer, his eyes tingle with warmth as he slides into Yoongi’s arms, back glued to his chest so he can wrap him up against him. He has to close his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath against the pillow as he tries to calm the heat pulling up his body, knowing there’s no way he will find relief. At least not until Jeongguk falls asleep on his arms and he can run back to the bathroom to take care of it.

“How are you? How was the training?” He asks into his neck, he can’t help but slide down his arms around his waist, fingers pressing under his shirt so he can feel the skin against his, he keeps his hips back as much as he desires to put his entire weight onto him; it’s like Jeongguk is reading his mind, pushing his hips back and making his mouth water a little. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t complain, just stays there with Yoongi’s half hard cock in between his asscheeks as if he wasn’t even noticing it. 

There’s no way he isn’t noticing it. 

“It was fun, we got scolded because of Taehyung-ie,” he tells him, but the giggles make him think that maybe he also had something to do with it. It is not like he cares, Jeongguk can misbehave all he wants, he won’t ever mind it.

“Mhm?” He hums against the boy’s neck, nuzzling his nose a little as he breathes in his smell, which is not helping at all with his case, but he is a doomed freak, so he might as well enjoy it. “You didn’t do anything to get scolded?”

“Well… you know me,” he admits with a mischievous tone, “Did you have a good time with the Hyungs?” His voice turns softer as he changes the subject, one of his hands falling over Yoongi’s, threading his fingers slowly up his arms.

“Yeah, we had a great conversation.” He tells him, and even if a part of him knows he should be filled with guilt, he can’t help the hunger that trembles his body as the implications he only knows buzz his brain with a twisted urge of satisfaction. “I think we might be a little bit closer than we were before.”

“What did you talk about? You made me curious now,” he tells him in an excited whisper, his body slightly moving back and causing Yoongi to see stars at the friction. 

“It was an adult conversation,” the boy whines at his answer, making him chuckle lightly as his fingers grip over Yoongi’s chest before he turns his head to look at him, a frown tainting his features, a sinful pout of his lips that has Yoongi thinking about committing crimes. Crimes he can now commit without hiding, still he will keep easing him down slowly. It would be great to be able to send that message to his groin. “You have to let Hyungs handle some things, alright?”

“You always do that,” He huffs, head pushing against him so closely that Yoongi can feel him breathing over his lips. “I’m big now, Hyung. I can handle it.”

He wonders if Jeongguk realizes how sinful he sounds. 

“Yah, you’re a baby, what are you saying?” He shuffles his hair, trying to stop the tension that’s growing from their closeness, that’s eating him from the inside. 

“I’m not a baby!” He whines, eyes glinting with a fire that only comes with being so new to this world, inexperienced.

“You’re our baby then, our golden maknae,” he leaves a kiss over Jeongguk’s temple, the boy makes a pleased sound as he relaxes, leaning his head onto his lips. Yoongi’s hand stretches over his stomach, sliding down gently, stopping when his fingertips reach the top of his underwear. “Let’s go to sleep now, we have to get up early.”

“‘m don’t wanna sleep yet,” he mumbles, nuzzling his nose against Yoongi’s jawline, leaving a soft peck on his neck that’s barely there, but Yoongi can feel it in his entire body. “I wanna talk to Hyung more.”

Yoongi can’t help but think about shutting his mouth with a kiss, about pinning him down against the bed, making him squirm under his arms until he begs for him, until he cries. But he has to contain his urges, as much as he is a pervert, he also knows that he is patient; he knows when the time is right, he knows how to slowly build it up.

“Me too,” He answers, fingers caressing softly over his skin, “What about you go to my studio tomorrow night? I have some guides that I want you to sing for me.”

“Yes!” He beams, but his tone is softer as he lets himself relax against his body. Yoongi pulls him tighter against him. He tries not to care about the throb on his cock as their bodies collide, he tries not to care about the way that Jeongguk doesn’t care at all. “Can we have dinner?”

Jeongguk feels so soft, so vulnerable under his arms that Yoongi feels his body leaving his skin; he wants to crawl over him and never let him walk away from his touch.

“Of course, we’ll order whatever you want,” Jeongguk turns his head around and lets it drop against the pillow, his strands falling over his face. He moves lightly not to bother him as the boy sighs in contentment in his arms, he leaves a peck over his shoulder before letting himself relax against his body, hand still pressed tight over his belly, legs still tangled at the end of the bed. 

“Sweet dreams, Hyung.”

“You too, baby,” he whispers back, wondering if he will be even able to leave the bed with Jeongguk so warm against him. 

Even though his desire is pulling up on his stomach, his body relaxes as the boy starts to snore softly under his arms, softly drifting, luring him to sleep too.

;

They start to watch his movement, how he takes care of Jeongguk a little bit more than he should, the way that he takes his side all the time for the boy to come out cleaner out of situations, how he watches every move he makes and every breath he takes.

And Jeongguk is all there for it, almost expecting it, looking back to catch Yoongi’s eyes staring to smile timidly at him before going back to practice the steps, knowing that Yoongi won't avert his eyes, even looking at him through the mirror if he felt bold. 

He has caught Seokjin's eyes a few times, falling over his hand caressing the skin of Jeongguk’s nape as they speak, his skin turning red when Yoongi's stare fixes on him. He rejoices in these little things, on having them on a different type of edge as well.

Yoongi is actually having more fun than he thought; they are all expectant in between each other, but with him it feels a little bit more pointed, as if the curiosity was even stronger; he guesses it is because clearly Seokjin and Namjoon knew about each other, maybe a little bit more than they let know. 

Plus, Jeongguk actually pays attention to him, a lot , and now they are watching that unfold under their eyes, the way that the boy’s eyes aver to him silently in the search of validation, the way that just has to give a soft look at Yoongi for him to give him a few bites from his chopstick which leaves him flustered and satisfied, the way that Jeongguk can’t seem to get enough of him, of his attention. 

They have it a little bit more difficult, Jimin and Taehyung are complete brats, and it’s not that Jeongguk isn’t, he is actually kind of more of one than the other two, but Yoongi has always been the exception for him; and if he had turned out to be one at him, he thinks that he would do a great job at handling him anyway.

Jimin doesn’t seem to understand Namjoon’s tactics to get closer, going through his intentions as mere cordiality; Taehyung, on the other hand, understands Seokjin's intentions pretty well but he has him eating from his palm, which had Namjoon and him sharing a few amused complicit stares across the room.

He is laying on the couch watching an old western movie he doesn’t even know the title to, Namjoon sleeping next to him, as Jeongguk and Jimin enter the dorm in between whispered laughter, they both smile at them as their noise wakes his friend up from sleep, who yawns ungracefully taking a soft giggle out of Jimin, who passes him a blanket that’s laying on the floor. 

“Hyuuung!” Jeongguk exclaims, he sounds tired as he lets the word drag with a glimpse of complaint, “I thought you were going to be in your studio today!” He hops next to him on the couch, one of his legs sliding over Yoongi’s, he lets his palm fall over it, massaging it softly as he lays his eyes on the boy, he is looking at him with a pout on his lips that makes him feel as hungry as lighter on his body. 

“Sorry, I was working with Joon at his studio,” he tells him, the boy pouts persists, but his eyes soften. “Have you eaten something yet?” 

“No, Jimin-ah and I got stuck recording some vocals, they made us stay for like two hours more,” he rolls his eyes, letting his weight fall onto the couch, “I like it better when you are there, they aren’t that mean to us when Hyungs are around.”

“Who is mean to you?” Yoongi wonders, he hears Jimin click his tongue.

“Aish, Jeongguk-ah, we said we weren’t going to say anything!”

“I know, but they made you cry!” Jeongguk fights back, eyes getting glassy as his tone gets more pitchy, more defensive, “I know you don’t want Hyungs to worry, but they have to know!”

It sounds as if they had a long conversation about this; it sounds as if they had a long day as well. Yoongi presses his palm harder onto Jeongguk’s skin, trying to ease the boy up, knowing exactly where all of this will lead.

“Who was it?” Namjoon wonders in a raspy voice, suddenly, he is not that sleepy anymore. 

“It doesn’t matter!” Jimin screeches.

“It was the vocal trainer,” Jeongguk answers at the same time. 

Jimin’s stare is charged with betrayal as he looks at Jeongguk. Yoongi knows how selfless Jimin is, how much he hides for them not to be hurt by his pain; they all know it, they’ve had conversations about it, and he has learnt to manage it better, still, there are moments where he has to be pushed. And Jeongguk knows exactly when that is, he knows his Hyung very well, and it makes his heart both flutter in a pride that it mixes with a pull of idiotic, narcissistic possessiveness that has him wondering how much the boy notices about him. 

Jeongguk is about to say something to defend himself once again, but Jimin beats him to it, flinting away from the room. Namjoon rushes behind him, and as soon as the door shuts behind their bodies, Jeongguk breaks down into tears over his neck, body convulsing softly as he lets the vulnerability out of his body, as he lets the burn out and fears spill out of him now that it’s just them.

“He won’t forgive me, Hyung,” he sobs, arms clutching Yoongi’s shirt. He believes he is going to burst down, he doesn’t know where to even start putting his hands. “He made me promise not to tell you, but she was awful to him, and I also hate it! They kept telling us how we needed more practice and—”

“Easy, breathe,” he tells him, one hand sliding down to his back as the other moves down his thigh to gently lift him onto his lap; the boy lets himself get comfortable, relaxing under his grip, “You did nothing wrong by telling us, and I’m pretty sure Namjoon thinks the same. Jimin will understand,” he assures, his grasp clutching tighter onto the fabric of Jeongguk’s shirt as the boy whimpers lightly onto his neck, the tears wetting his skin; he doesn’t mind it, more than anything, he loves the feeling of having Jeongguk be able to get so vulnerable for him. “And both of you are amazing vocalists, I would dare to say we have the best vocalists in our team, that’s why I always wanted you for us. You shouldn’t let them treat you like that,” he declares, kissing the boy’s head, his hands gripping tighter onto his neck.

“He was so hurt! They are terrible with him and I don’t understand why! He was doing it perfectly, God, I hate it,” he cries again, more hurt than Yoongi can imagine he would get just because of Jimin. The thing is Jeongguk is pretty sensitive, especially when it comes to their feelings, but the boy gets especially frustrated when he is the one scolded. Yoongi thinks that at this point, he can pinpoint pretty well the boy’s insecurities. “I wish you could be there with us.”

“Listen, calm down sweetheart,” his palm strokes his thigh up and down, the boy stirrs over his lap, moving his legs slightly to leave more space for him, “I can’t make vague promises right now, but I’ll talk to Namjoon and we’ll figure something out, Hoseokie and Hyung as well, okay?”

“Thank you, Hyung,” Jeongguk breathes over his neck, nuzzling his skin before he lifts his face up to look at him. His eyes are still glassy, still running rivers down his rosy cheeks, but he looks so so pure that it makes Yoongi’s stomach twist with the way that they shine at him. He wants to wrap them up in cotton as much as he wants to corrupt them, to show him comfort and pleasure. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

Yoongi leaves a peck on his jaw, ripping a surprised whimper out of his mouth. A shiver runs down his spine at the sound, his mind fuzzy with the thoughts of Jeongguk doing all types of noises under him.

“Let’s prepare you something to eat, okay? That will make you feel better. We’ll prepare something for Min-ah too.”

“Mhm, sounds good,” he agrees, biting his lower lip as he looks at Yoongi with his blotched, round, crushingly cute features that are glimmering at him as if he had just offered him a pass to heaven. He leaves a soft kiss on his cheek that wets his skin with snot and saliva, but far from thinking it is disgusting, he aches to have the feeling all over his skin. The boy jumps off his feet with excitement, stretching his hand to him with a sweet smile that’s as shy as it is determined, “What will you prepare for me, Hyung?”

He chuckles, taking his handead and pushing the boy to his side as he starts walking to the kitchen; he directs him over the counter, twirling his body around so his back is against it.

“Sit there,” he commands, hands placed on the marble behind the boy’s body. Jeongguk nods, jumping obediently onto it with a bunny smile, “Let Hyung cook first, don’t try to distract me, okay?” He nods again, but this time he doesn’t seem that diligent about his task.

Even though he doesn’t seem that pleased, he behaves pretty well for a boy who doesn’t know how to stay still for a second; he doesn’t move from his place, just balancing his legs sweetly while staring at his every move, honey voice repeating the chorus of the song they are recording over and over again. 

There are moments when Jeongguk can’t help but misbehave a little, trying to distract him by trying to pull Yoongi with his feet as he moves around him to get the seasonings, but he does a great job at squeezing away from his grip with a playful smirk or a sneaky hand on his thigh, enough to give him something back that will twist his gears up once again, but not that much that it would distract him from his own task.

When he finishes successfully, he finally puts his full attention back on Jeongguk, who’s looking at him expectantly. 

He wonders what it is that makes Jeongguk so diligent, what is the power he holds over this bambi-eyed boy that holds the stars in his eyes, stars he wants to burst inside his galaxy so they could turn into something greater.

“Hyung, will you sleep in my room tonight?” He wonders, cheeks turning pinkish again.

Yoongi lets the thirst sit in the pit of his stomach as he gets closer, biting his inner cheek with strength to try and snap himself out of his dark thoughts that want to rip the boy’s shirt right there to try and see how much of his body has turned pinkish with shame.

“Sure,” he answers, standing between his legs, putting his hands over his thighs that open up to give him more space. 

“Don’t you think it’s weird?” Jeongguk sounds a little bit insecure, almost ashamed.

“Why would I think it’s weird?” He tilts his head. Jeongguk looks so cute with his cheeks still wet with the remains of his tears, Yoongi wipes them and the boy kneels into the touch like a puppy, sweet and innocent. “We sleep together for like half the week anyway.”

“Yeah,” He says, licking his lips softly before biting his under lip with a look of wonder on his face, “Why don’t you ever go to sleep with me?” 

“I don’t know, I like it when you come to me, I guess. I got used to it,” Yoongi admits, shrugging his shoulders to make his words feel lighter as they come out of his mouth. 

Jeongguk’s face seems to turn a light on at his answer, eyes holding the entire universe as he looks at him. He slides his hands higher up his thighs, caressing them back and forth. The boy relaxes, a bunny smile scrunching up his face as he opens up his legs more. Yoongi gets even closer, their crotches almost touching at the distance.

“Okay, but I want you to know you can come sleep with me too,” he whispers, sucking in an air of breath as he tries to compose himself, eyes darting around Yoongi’s features frantically as if he didn’t want to miss anything. He licks his lips, eyes not backing away from Jeongguk’s stare, hands getting sneakier into his inner thighs, itching his breath, “That way we can sleep without Seokjin-Hyung snoring next to us.”

“You snore as well,” Yoongi points out, biting the smile off his face. Jeongguk makes a whiny sound as he pushes him lightly on his chest, leaning Yoongi’s weight over him. He has to grip tightly to the boy’s thighs to balance himself, his hands dipping deeper into the water-mouthing muscles, rippling a little surprised whimper out of Jeongguk’s lips that hits him right over the lips, glitching his mind in the ache to let go. 

“Ughhh, it doesn’t matter, come sleep with me,” he demands, eyes fierce as he stares down through Yoongi.

It triggers something in him, a switch that ignites the parts of himself he hides the most. Parts that he doesn’t want to hide anymore, that have been in the shadows for too long and that he wants Jeongguk to start gripping, desiring and trying pulling it onto him. He wants Jeongguk to start diving into the darkest corners of his craves, for him to try a bite and decide if he wants it, even if it’s bittersweet. Yoongi is hoping he will get addicted.

“I will go to sleep with you, I will do anything you want me to.” Jeongguk’s eyes get darker, a glint of curiosity that seems to come as an instinct as his hands slide down his inner thighs, breath itching as his thumb presses high up near his crotch. “But first you have to eat, alright? That’s why we are here.”

When he pulls his hands away Jeongguk whimpers, hands clutching harder to his chest as if he wanted to pull him back but he takes a step back anyway without stopping to stare at his doe eyes, filled with a lust that brings shame and vulnerability, that has him closing his legs and gasping for air as Yoongi backs away to picture him, standing there for a few seconds, eyes moving over him without shame. 

The boy looks sinful, his body heated while his mind is confused and bothered, while his hands search for somewhere to grip until he settles on pulling them under his crotch. 

He doesn’t quite get it, how Jeongguk can pull that childlike innocence and turn it into something that could send him straight to the seventh circle of hell. 

How someone can look so cute and be so disarmingly hot at the same time is something that Yoongi is yet to comprehend. 

He turns around to turn off the stove and takes a bowl out of the counter, he fights with himself not to turn to look back at the boy because he is afraid he will cave in; it’s not the time, not yet, and he has to let Jeongguk ease down before driving his attention back to him. He still has to get under his bed, so he will have to go easier on the boy. 

He serves the ramen in a bowl, pushes a pair of chopsticks into it and takes a bottle of water, placing it next to Jeongguk’s body. His thighs are now back to resting over the counter, his hands relaxed once again on his side. Yet, Yoongi can still sense that the boy is on alert, as if he were still trying to comprehend what was happening under his veins.

He takes the bowl in his hands, twisting the food around the chopstick to lift it to the boy’s mouth. He opens it without a question, petals rose lips softening up and easily following his commands. His eyes are wide for a second, mouth parted open as he sucks gently from the chopsticks without averting his eyes from Yoongi, as if he was wondering silently what was happening, why did it felt so close and intimate and heated.

When the food takes over his taste buds it is like everything disappears around him as his face frowns in pleasure. Yoongi can’t help the satisfied smile at the sudden change of track of his emotions, caressing his cheek softly before pushing another bite in, and another one. Until the boy is shaking his head while he chews, a relaxed smile on his face and a sweet glint in his eyes that tells Yoongi that he feels taken care of, that makes him look even the more vulnerable as he licks his lips slowly, eyes hazy almost as if he was on a type of subspace in which he pushed him to. 

“Hyung,” he calls in a whisper. Yoongi tilts his head to let him know that he is listening. “It was delicious, thank you,” he sighs, a blush starting to take over as the words fill out the silence of the room, “For everything, I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Ah, you would probably be okay, you’re good at everything,” He answers with nonchalance as he leaves the bowl to the side when Jeongguk shakes his head, his hands sliding to the side, but the truth is that his heart is thumping at the words, that his chest is about to jump to devour him at the confession that Jeongguk feels exactly as Yoongi wants him to feel around him, as if he didn’t have to care for anything in the world but existing.

“I would be very lonely,” he persists, voice in a pitch that is highly endearing.

“You would have your other Hyungs,” he huffs dismissively, but what’s crumbling deeper inside his chest, this feeling of knots pulling around every end in the aims to untie, is a feeling that he doesn’t know how to deal with properly, that he doesn’t know how to describe or process because it’s new, burning his heart alive as it collides with his darker thoughts, as if they complemented each other perfectly as much as they contradict each other. “Jimin would never let you be lonely.”

“Jimin is mad at me right now,” he whines at the reminder, which has Yoongi’s hand gripping onto his skin in reassurance, “You never get mad at me.”

“Sometimes is okay to be mad,” Yoongi moves the hair away from his forehead, leaving a kiss over it, leaving his hands lingering over the boy’s jaw as he pulls away, “I don’t get mad at you because you behave properly with me, but you know you can be a brat sometimes, Ggukie.”

He gets pink all over at that, which makes Yoongi smile at him widely and wonder which part of it switched him off like that. He has a guess. 

“That’s because I know you don’t judge me,” the boy closes his eyes, letting his forehead fall against his. It would be so easy to kiss him like this, and Jeongguk would let him do it; he doesn’t doubt that the boy would pliantly let go into his arms.

“I’d never do that,” his hand is on his face now, caressing his cheek softly as the mere centimetres in between them start to seem like a force he can’t escape anymore

“Hey, is that ramen that I sme—Oh my god!” Hoseok’s voice startles them both. Yoongi turns around instantly, still standing between the boy’s legs, who hides his face onto his nape, hands tight onto his shoulders. 

Jeongguk is embarrassed, which has his heart twitching in excitement for a second at the thought, as if the boy felt they were doing something they shouldn’t be, as if he thought that this closeness was something forbidden.

“Hey, Hoseokie,” he tells his friend, tilting his head to the side with an amused smirk. His friend is red all over, eyes wide open in surprise. “Yeah, serve yourself.”

Yoongi thinks it's cute how they seem to get so shy over nothing, he wonders how much Jeongguk would be able to take if he is getting like this just from being discovered so close; he thinks he will have to train him, to softly mold him around it, to ease him up until he can take more of what he can give him, more of what he wants.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt,” his friend mumbles, still frozen on the threshold. Yoongi chuckles, he is about to take a step closer when Jeongguk grips him tighter, not wanting to be seen. 

“It’s okay, Jeonggukie just finished eating. You can take how much you want, just leave a plate for Jimin-ah,” his tone is relaxed as he orders. His friend nods dubiously but ends up stepping into the kitchen, looking at them from the corner of his eye as he moves around the place to serve himself. 

He can’t help but chuckle as he turns back around, Jeongguk is staring at him pointedly as if it made him even more ashamed to see him act so normally around the situation. Yoongi shakes his head, hand gripping behind his thigh, right behind his knee.

“Why don’t we go to your bed?” He whispers, just for the boy to hear. He nods, eyes still looking caught on, moving in between him and Hoseok as if he had just been scolded a second ago. “‘s okay, Hoseokie is okay with it, right?” He wonders, his voice a little bit higher, so his friend can get the memo.

“Yeah,” he admits, voice a little bit choked up as he swallows the food, “‘s okay, you’re not doing anything wrong, Jeonggukie. Just letting Hyung take care of you.”

The words that he uses almost imply that it’s Yoongi who’s at fault, that he is the one pulling all the threads. 

“See?” He says, trying to dismiss his thoughts, he just wants Jeongguk’s body next to him; it doesn’t matter if Hoseok believes there’s anything wrong with it, not when it seems to taste so good. When the boy nods, a little bit doubtful still, Yoongi takes a step back to help him on his feet, hand slipping to his waist to start to guide him slowly by pulling him to his side. “Goodnight, Hoseokie,” Yoongi turns around to look at his friend, who’s watching them trail slowly back to the living room. When he playfully winks at him, Hoseok chokes up on the food, ripping a laugh out of his chest.

When they get to the room, Jeongguk jumps over the bed instantly, hands pressed over his stomach as he looks at the ceiling. Yoongi sits next to him, the boy moves to make room for him to lie down on his side, and as soon as he does so, Jeongguk’s hand is over his chest as he turns to Yoongi, half laying over him. 

“What’s on your mind?” He tells him, he looks up at him with a soft stare that still seems to be a little far away.

“‘s just, is this wrong? Us,” he licks his lips, nervous, “being this close.”

“Why would it?” He puts his hand over Jeongguk’s hair, twirling his strands around his fingers, easily relaxing the boy’s body. 

“I don’t know,” he whines, closing his eyes. But Yoongi knows he might know something, or he might feel it. “Hoseokie looked a little bit weirded up so—”

“Hoseokie loves to judge,” he interrupts, emphasising the word loves, which makes Jeongguk snort. “We shouldn’t worry about what everyone else thinks. Do you feel it’s wrong? Do you think Jimin and Joon being close is wrong as well?”

“No,” he admits, fluttering his eyes up again, “They can do whatever they want.”

“Then so do we,” that seems to spark something inside of him, something that has his leg sliding over his lower abdomen, almost straddling his body. Yoongi gulps, hand on his hair sliding down softly to his back, pressing him flush against his chest. 

“You always know what to say to make me feel better, Hyung,” He sighs, almost as if he has resigned to the fact.

“I try to,” he admits. Jeongguk nuzzles his neck softly, his breathing starting to even out.

“Hyung,” he calls again after a few seconds of silence, his voice sounds raspy and drifting away.

“Yeah?” He mumbles back, watching the boy’s features relax, pulling his bangs away from his face as he slightly twitches with the tickling, “What is it, baby?”

“Have you ever kissed somebody?” The question freezes him for a few seconds, but Jeongguk is too far gone to notice it.

“Yeah,” he answers breathlessly, heart fluttering in anxiety. “Why?” He whispers when he feels his senses coming back to his body.

He is afraid of the answer, he realises as his heart rushes under the boy’s palm, selling him out on a silver plate. 

“Just been wondering how it feels,” he sighs, body moving higher onto him to hide his face over Yoongi’s neck.

“It feels good, really, really good,” he admits, his hands slowly sliding down the fabric of Jeongguk’s shirt, fingers lingering on his lower back, pressing him slightly flush against him, “especially if you like the person you do it with.”

“Mhm, Jimin-ah said that too,” his breath hits over his sensitive skin, sending a shiver down his body that’s about to combust between his warmth and the direction of the conversation. “He offered to show me, but I freaked out.”

At that, his heart stops; he didn’t think about it, it didn’t even cross his mind that maybe they could help each other, that the maknaes have a close relationship none of them can easily dive into, that they could probably try and be each other's first. He knows it wouldn’t be that bad, at least he knows Jimin would take care of him, still, the images are haunting as if his entire world was being latched from his grip, leaving him completely helpless.

“Why did you freak?” He wonders, voice raspier than usual as he tries to collect himself, but the boy keeps quiet. “Gguk?”

Jeongguk doesn’t answer, sound asleep in his arms as he leaves Yoongi’s mind spiralling into insanity. 

He will have to start moving the gears up a little bit more, and he will have to find a way to satisfy Jeongguk’s thirst before someone else beats him to it.

;

It’s been a week and Jeongguk hasn’t mentioned their conversation again. Yoongi doesn’t want to be the one to bring it up, mostly because the boy seems to be more shy around him, averting his eyes as his skin turns pink and hiding himself in hangouts with Jimin to have a perfect excuse. He just showed up once on his bed, quieter than usual, as he let himself relax over him, just wishing him goodnight before drifting away.

He can’t help the pull of jealousy that piles up at seeing him spend his time with Jimin, which Yoongi usually would never find to be a problem until Jeongguk placed it inside his head.

He knows that it won’t be long ‘til the boy comes back to his arms, especially since Namjoon and he talked with their producers, assigning more hours to their work schedule just to keep an eye on their boys. So Jeongguk, even if he wants to, doesn’t have anywhere to run to.

He is yet to tell the news to him as it was something pretty new, but he doesn’t push around to try and find him, he will just patiently wait for Jeongguk to show up.

He has to bite the excited smile off his face when he hears the studio doors open; only one person has the password.

He doesn’t turn around instantly, letting the door fall closed as he finishes the last mix, making sure everything is saved before turning his head around. Jeongguk’s eyes are bloodshot, cheeks blotched, and lips glistening with swelling. His stomach drops at the sight in hunger and fear, the boy goes to sit down on his couch, and Yoongi follows him in silence. He doesn’t have to even try and pull him closer because Jeongguk crawls over him, he lets his hand slide around his neck, resting his face over his chest.

“What happened? Do I have to kill anyone?” He jokes, but it doesn’t feel like a joke to him. He very much knows he would flip the entire company upside down for the boy in his arms. He huffs a tiny laugh, hands gripping tighter to his neck.

“No, want you here,” he answers in a pout that he can feel against his skin, “Just had a terrible day, that’s all,” he sighs. Yoongi’s hands move slowly up to his waist, Jeongguk trembles under his touch. “Just needed to see you.”

The words provide him with a satisfaction that pulls up on his belly, that makes his body anxious at his voice that’s as soft and warm a velvet, injecting in his veins like the most addictive drug. 

“How can I make it better?” Yoongi wonders, one hand covering up his lower back, the boy leans against it. 

“Touch me,” he asks in a tone that’s shy and curious, yet so needy that his heart skips a beat, his loins lighting up on fire. 

Yoongi would be mad not to do as he pleases.

“Tell me where, baby,” He commands him, hand sliding to his lower back gently but firmly, covering it completely. “Tell Hyung where you want to be touched.”

The boy slides his legs to the side of his to straddle him completely, hands unwrapping from his neck to place them over his, directing his movements slowly to his thighs until his hands are over them. 

The hunger he feels is almost like any other, as if it’s finally blooming for every step he has made on this path, for every look he directed to the boy when he didn’t even know that Yoongi was lurking around him like a predator, analysing every movement of his prey.

Yoongi knows every expression; he knows almost every inch of his body already. And now it’s presenting to him, with doe eyes that are dark in adoration and lust, but all of that is tainted with a veil of innocence that covers every movement that feels almost insecure at stepping towards a star he doesn’t understand yet.

He grips the meat of his thighs, hands sliding down his shorts and onto his soft skin, fingers climbing on the inner part, ripping a shiver out of his body as he starts to caress softly, slow movements that are filled with urge.

“Did you miss me that much?” He tries to make it sound light, but his voice comes out sultry and aroused. 

The line between who he is and who he hides is starting to blur with the weight over his body, Yoongi thinks he probably won’t live to see another day if he were to let him go.

“Yeah,” he whispers back in a sigh, “I missed you a lot, Hyung. Sorry I disappeared.”

“‘s okay, knew you would come back to me.”

“Hyung,” his voice is soft, shy and velvety as he looks up to him. His eyes are filled with so many emotions that have fireworks pulling up in his loins, a mix of fiery intensity, trust and excitement. Jeongguk has very expressive features, and Yoongi thinks that if he could feed from them, he would live for the rest of eternity. “I kept thinking about what we spoke about,” he confesses, biting his inner lip as the words cascade out of his mouth.

“About what?” Yoongi presses, he knows the answer, he just wants to hear him struggle through it.

Jeongguk closes his eyes, hands now gripping the fabric of his shirt over his chest. Yoongi can feel the desperation twitching on his fingers as he pulls him closer, breath itching as his face twitches in a frown, mouth tight as he tries to find the words on his head.

“About what Jimin Hyung proposed to me.”

“Do you want to ask him for it?” He teases, stomach twisting as Jeongguk opens his eyes that bore through him with starvation.

“No, not him,” he whispers, eyes tracing down to his lips.

“Who, then?” He presses one more time, licking his lips as he waits for an answer.

“Just kiss me, Hyung. Want you to show me how,” he whines, resting his forehead against Yoongi’s, parting his lips open in invitation. “Please.”

Yoongi would be mad not to fall into his luring plea. So his hands slide higher, gripping onto his skin as he breaks the distance between their lips. It’s soft at first, he moves his mouth slowly to let Jeongguk adjust to it, to let himself savor it. He devours his little whimpers of satisfaction, pushing a little bit harder onto him as his needs start to crawl into his skin, as the desire that has been pulling up his being for so long, that he has been building and edging and playing with, is now able to be shown.

He feels like his soul comes out of his body for a second as Jeongguk’s fingers move slowly to his neck, movements getting needier every second as he pushes his weight against him so he is crushed in between the boy and the couch, feeling him melt over his body when Yoongi presses his tongue inside his mouth languidly, hands sliding up and down his thighs, fingers pressing on his most sensitive spots on the way, making him quiver lightly over him, ripping a whine that he represses down onto his lips, kissing him harder as if to drown the shame.

“Don’t do that,” Yoongi whispers over his lips, voice hoarse with want, “wanna hear how much you like it.”

Jeongguk hums in approval into his mouth, chest roaring in content as he dives deep into his mouth, hands tightening up on his strands with a desperation that has his cock twitching, already semi hard in between their bodies. Yoongi thinks that if they keep going, it will be much more difficult to contain himself, but Jeongguk’s lips feel addictive, numbing his mouth and fuzzing his senses up in a sweet elixir that has him floating over his feet. 

“Don’t know why I didn’t do this before,” Jeongguk mumbles, separating from his lips to take a deep breath.

He looks like a beautiful, blushing virgin, he thinks, with bright red cheeks and closed eyelids, licking his plump lips slowly, as if he were savouring Yoongi on them. He thinks about all the things he could do with those lips, how sinful he could get them to be. 

“Are you still curious?” The boy answers with a soft kiss, languid and wet, trapping his bottom lip softly against his teeth as he backs down again, a trail of saliva connecting their mouths.

“I’m curious about a lot of things, Hyung,” he confesses, Yoongi slowly slides away the grip on his thigh as much as he likes the feeling of his muscular limbs trembling under him, to grip him from his waist and lower back so it’s easier to swift their bodies over the couch, Jeongguk’s legs tangling around him to lock him tight against his body. 

Yoongi hums into his mouth, nibbling the skin around his jaw that rips a ragged breath from his lips. He smiles onto the boy’s skin, leaving a wet last kiss right over his neck before going back to his face. 

“Do you want Hyung to keep showing you?” He asks, Jeongguk opens his eyes at that, looking at him wildly. 

It runs a shock down his veins like a drug injected into his bloodstream as Jeongguk’s boyish innocence stares down at him through the lust that he doesn’t know how to handle.

“Yeah, please, Hyung,” it’s barely a whisper, it’s tender and shy, and it taints his skin bright red as he lets himself go. 

“I will,” he assures, leaving a short, heated kiss on his lips, not giving the boy time to react. “I will teach you anything you want me to, you’ll just have to ask me for it,” the boy whimpers in a shy complaint, pout tainting his lips as he pleads with his eyes. “You have to do it just like you did now, baby.”

“But Hyung,” he starts, but Yoongi shakes his head and Jeongguk shuts himself in a whine.

“I won’t know what you want if you don’t tell me.” That’s a lie, but Yoongi might as well self-indulge a little bit. He wants to hear him say it, to push out the shy words, to not stop thinking about what it is that he wants him to do with him.

He leans back onto his lips, hands tightening around his waist as he opens his mouth wider, the boy follows his rhythm easily into a heated kiss. If Yoongi didn’t know how much of a fast learner Jeongguk is, he would think that he has lied about never kissing anyone. 

The boy arches his back onto his touch as his hand slides onto his abdomen, lips stilling over his as his breath itches. Yoongi keeps kissing him, wet and slowly, trying to savor every bite.

He’s sliding his tongue inside the boy’s sweet mouth when a knock on the door interrupts them. Jeongguk groans in frustration as he slumps his weight onto the couch. Yoongi smiles at the image, his lower belly on fire, his cock evidently hard through his black sweatpants. 

“I’m working,” his voice is hoarse, which rips a giggle out of Jeongguk that throws a hand over his eyes as Yoongi’s stare keeps boring through him.

“I need to talk to you, Hyung,” it’s Namjoon’s voice, he sounds troubled and rushed. Yoongi doesn’t want to move from where he is; it’s difficult to let Jeongguk’s body go when the boy looks so pliant, such a mess already under him. “Please, it’s urgent.”

He moves Jeongguk’s hand off his face to leave a kiss over his lips, when he tries to pull away, the boy grips his fingers onto his hair, kissing him with hunger for a few more seconds before another knock makes them snap out of it again, which makes Jeongguk untangle his legs to finally let him go. Yoongi huffs, the little irritated noise that comes out of his mouth doesn’t go unnoticed to him, but he gathers his strength to step away from his body to jump back off his feet. 

“I’m going!” he grunts before Namjoon knocks the door once more, fixing his hair as he directs himself to the door. He doesn’t look back, he just hopes Jeongguk doesn’t look as sinful as he does for him under his friend’s eyes. Even though there’s a part of him that rejoices at the idea of them seeing how Jeongguk gets for him. And this was just the first bite.

“Hyung, they are moving the release date,” Namjoon declares in defeat as soon as he opens the door, dark eyebags prominent on his face. 

“What?” Jeongguk exclaims, sitting on the couch to look at them with bewildered eyes. Yoongi thinks he is going to faint, Jeongguk still seems hazy from their make-out session, lips a swollen fuchsia shade, and his hair is a cute mess that has his stomach twisting with desire. 

He wants to push Namjoon away from the studio to crawl back over him.

“Shit,” Namjoon utters, Yoongi arches his brow at his friend who looks back at him flustered and taken aback. “I’m sorry I didn’t—” 

Something alights inside him, a type of satisfaction that comes with a pride that should make him feel dirty, instead he only wants to feed on it more.

“It’s okay, you have a good reason to interrupt,” He tells him, sighing as he knows that there’s no way he can go back to Jeongguk now. “When is the new date?”

“August,” Namjoon sighs, Yoongi moves out of the way for him to pass. He sprawls right next to Jeongguk, and Yoongi feels a little territorial at seeing the proximity, given that Jeongguk is evidently still half hard, glimmering in a dreamy haze.  

“We can do it,” Jeongguk reassures them, shrugging his shoulders as he lets his head rest against Namjoon. His friend looks at him to see his reaction, but Yoongi just turns around to sit on his chair with his legs parted wide, trying not to let his instincts act up as he watches their proximity. “We can start right now if you want.”

There’s no way he can ask Jeongguk not to be touchy with them, that’s who he is, and Yoongi may like to see it as much as he craves to be the only one on the receiving end. He is a twisted being, after all, but he has learned to live with his contradictions.

“Jimin is going to hate this,” Namjoon grunts, as if that were his biggest worry. Jeongguk rolls his eyes, ripping a smile out of him. Their eyes connect across the room and his cheeks turn crimson as his commissures lift slowly, timidly. 

“Jimin is going to survive,” Jeongguk tells him, patting Namjoon’s head as he jumps back on his feet, swaying his feet excitedly, as if this was just another challenge for him. 

“Come on, tell me what to do,” he states, looking at Yoongi as he speaks, getting closer to where he is sitting.  “Do we have hour schedules already?” He asks Namjoon, but his body takes a step closer to him. 

“Yeah, you have vocal recordings with Hyung, this week. Next week we—”

“What?!” He looks at Yoongi back again, eyes orbiting wider as he looks back at him with the greatest galaxy in the universe living inside his eyes, “You didn’t tell me!”

“Well,” Yoongi tilts his head, “We didn’t have that much time.”

At the implication, Jeongguk blushes, hands going to his face for a second as if he remembers they are not alone. 

“It doesn’t matter, you should have told me that as soon as you saw me!” He stomps a little in frustration, Yoongi can’t help the endeared huff that he lets out, sliding his hand around his waist to push him over his lap. Jeongguk looks at him with wide eyes, almost as if asking if it was okay to do that in front of someone else. 

“Don’t get mad,” Yoongi tells him, but his words are decisive, almost like a soft way of ordering him around. “I got you exactly what you wanted.”

At that Jeongguk softens down, bunny smile tainting his face before laying his side over his chest, eyes darting back to Namjoon, who is looking at them attentively. 

“Are you working with Min-ah?” Jeongguk wonders, his tone getting more serious, “I’m worried about him.”

“Yeah,” Namjoon answers, putting on his soothing leader voice to ease Jeongguk’s worries. Which makes Yoongi a little bit crazy, hearing him get reassured by someone else while on his lap; yet his cock twitches slightly under Jeongguk as his friend's intense stare lays over him, “I’m working with him. We won’t be alone, though, we’re just jumping in to help and keep an eye on them,” he clarifies, as if trying to prevent Jeongguk from dreaming too high. 

“Alright,” Jeongguk nods, “At least they won’t curse us anymore,” he huffs, hiding in Yoongi’s neck as the reminders hit him once more. 

“They surely won’t,” Yoongi whispers just for him, “That will never happen again.”

“Jeonggukie, thank you for telling us,” Namjoon voices as the silence starts to grow around them again, the boy mewls against his skin at the words, “Jiminie won’t tell you this, but he is glad you told us too.”

“I had to,” he can see the pout on his face even before he slowly moves away from his skin. Yoongi wants to pull him back against him, but he contains the thoughts as he tries to search his eyes again. 

When Jeongguk looks back at him, he seems tired, as if the day is starting to weigh on his body. Yoongi wants to tuck him to bed, but more than that, he wants to kiss him until he begs him to stop.

And many twisted things that he brushes off, leaving them for when he is lonely on his bed.

“Why don’t we go grab something to eat?” He proposes, his fingers sliding through Jeongguk’s strands to fix his hair. The boy looks up at him with childlike wonder, lips pulling up in a bunny smile that softens his heart. “And we’ll talk to the rest,” he adds, looking at Namjoon.

“Yeah, we should let them know as soon as possible so they can have their mental breakdown with time.”

“Come on, they are not that whiny,” Jeongguk mutters, both of them looking at him with arched brows, which makes the boy blush as he rolls his eyes. “Okay, they can be a little whiny. But it will be just the first few days.”

;

It’s the first entire two weeks, and honestly, Jeongguk behaves marvellously. Yoongi watches him work in silence, just making some comments of appreciation or trying to give the others advice on how to direct him as a reminder that he is there, that he is watching them and how they treat him. And the boy is always expectant under his stare, Yoongi notices how he tries to avoid him when he tries to concentrate, but how he looks right at him when he is trying to ease his nervousness. 

He likes it, mostly because that’s the greatest time they have been having lately, since they have to run to rehearsals after it. And Jeongguk hasn’t asked any questions since that day in the studio, but Yoongi can see the curiosity building up on his stare as it lingers on him as if he was trying to try to tie the threads on his brain, trying to understand what is it that he likes, that he wants, that he aches to know.

They have been exceptionally tired lately, having to increase the rehearsal hours for the choreography, Hoseok is as strict as ever is giving a headache to everyone, but especially to him and Namjoon, because it seems now that Seokjin is getting a special treatment from their dance leader; he doesn’t mind it when it helps his friend relax.

They have grown used to each other now, Jimin slowly starting to cave under Namjoon’s eyes, blushing as much as he teases him; and Taehyung seems to have fallen too, still difficult to handle yet softer at his Hyungs actions. It makes Yoongi feel warm in ways that feel new inside his body as they easily orbit around each other as if it was always just meant to be like this.

Jeongguk had come to his bed a few times, sometimes asking for kisses, sometimes too sleepy to even form a coherent thought, just cuddling over his chest for comfort; and maybe, if he lets himself indulge on his creepy tendencies, he lets himself watch the boy sound asleep, angelic features relaxed as he trusts Yoongi to be taken care off even at his most vulnerable.

So he might not be getting much of Jeongguk for himself, but he takes the best of every second that he gets, of every moment that his palm can be pressed on places that are maybe a little too intimate to touch so lightly. Yoongi doesn’t care anymore, there are no boundaries around what they built and Jeongguk seems to enjoy it as much as he does.

As they practiced the choreography over and over again, Yoongi remembered what he liked so much about rehearsals, what was the fuel that helped him get through it. The concentration on his face, the shirt sticking to his toned chest, the way he lifts it up, sometimes while searching for Yoongi’s stare through the mirror; he always finds it, eyes glistening sharper with more aim, as if the goal was even greater now that he was expecting. 

He notices the boy starts teasing him more, even if he tries his best to be subtle while taking his shirt off at rehearsals, gaining whistles from all of them as he does it, the blush on his cheeks spreads down to his neck as he dismisses their teasing, as he searches for Yoongi who stays quiet, hungry stare on his shiny torso, trying not to spiral at the thoughts of everyone around ogling at him. 

Jeongguk has also started to wear Yoongi’s clothes more, but not just his black hoodies that could easily pass off as his own. Now he’s taking the shirts that Yoongi takes off with the heat in the middle of the night as their bodies are tangled together, the boy sleepily picking them up from the floor almost as if it was a mistake, but Yoongi can pinpoint the prideful look on his face as he parades with it around the dorm and the building, not caring about what it would look like; and it makes Yoongi feral with possessiveness, with a pride that enlarges his chest, to say the least; it makes him want to bruise his lips and put him on his knees, to mark every inch of his body for everyone else to see.

He wants to kick them out of the room and pin Jeongguk against the mirror, to turn him around and let him see how cute he looks as Yoongi disarms him.

But he has to contain himself every time, just waiting for the boy to come back to him.

He stays in the practice room stretching as his friends leave in bubbly screams and desperate groans for something to eat, but Yoongi is grateful for the growing silence that takes over as they trail down the hallway, his brain crumbling completely burn as he lets his body relax with the end of the day taking over his limbs.

Just a few minutes more pass by until the door opens, when he tilts his head a smile creeps on his face, the sudden interruption making his chest feel lighter, much less tired as the boy looks at him with soft, roundish features that crunch slightly as he gets closer to him. 

Jeongguk steps behind his body, hand on his upper back to help him reach down onto his legs; the help slowly turns into something more intimate as his touch swiftly drifts onto his waist, tangling himself around his back.

“Seokjin-Hyung said you should eat as well,” Jeongguk nuzzles against his nape, hot breath against his skin. “And that’s true, you are working very hard, Hyung, you have to go eat something with us.”

“Thank you for worrying,” he utters with a soft tone, the boy makes a noise of agreement that vibrates against his back, “I just needed a minute,” he admits, letting his body rest against Jeongguk’s. 

“Are you okay?” His eyes open wider, he can see his stare moving over his face as if searching for a sign.

The worry melts his bones, letting himself relax against his chest. Yoongi could get used to this, to this domestic closeness that has burst with an intimacy that ties their hearts closer, their needs deepening as they feed from each other. 

“Yeah,” He presses his head on his shoulder, looking at him through the mirror. Yoongi covers Jeongguk’s hand with his own, watching the way his own shirt looks tighter around his arms, “just tired, I want to sleep for eighteen hours straight.”

“You can come sleep in my bed,” Jeongguk tone melodic at the end, almost as if it was a reminder, just a suggestion, but it’s actually a plea. “You’ll probably sleep better,” he adds, cheekily. 

“Is that it, or is it that you want me in your bed?” He questions with amusement, but his blood is starting to itch under his skin.

“Maybe both,” he admits, hiding his face on Yoongi’s neck “Tomorrow we have the day off, we could sleep really late,” he tilts his face, showing his features through the mirror where he can see him with his eyes closed, breathing deeply before nuzzling his neck right next to his ear. “stay up late too.”

“What kind of Hyung would I be if I did that?” he wonders, but his voice is raspy with a longing desire. All of a sudden, he feels like he could easily run down to the dorm.

“A fun Hyung,” he answers, a mere whisper. “My favourite Hyung.”

“Okay, baby,” he mumbles back breathlessly, tilting his head to search his lips, he ghosts softly over them, licking his own as he moves an inch back, Jeongguk gasps at the tease, glare turning darker on the edges, “Hyung will kiss you as much as you want tonight,” he tells him, but something ignites in Jeongguk’s eyes, twisting his loins as he feels his hunger rise, as his hand slides down the boy’s waist that’s still sweaty from the practice. Yoongi doesn’t care if any, it makes him feel more feral as he steals an urgent, fleeting kiss from his lips, almost as if he were biting from them. 

“I want more,” he mumbles into his mouth, out of breath. “I want to know how it feels to get touched.”

Yoongi can’t help the grumble that trembles on his chest, he attacks his lips once again, this time his tongue moves slowly along his mouth, tasting every inch as the boy whimpers slightly, slowly moving his chest against his back as he starts to get riled up.

“I will touch you anywhere you ask me to,” He grips his hand tighter onto his waist, sliding it down to his hip, “But not here, someone could come in.”

“I don’t care,” the way he moves as if he is trying to get off against his body, cock semi hard against him, so he pins his hip down to stop him, “Want your hands on my cock, Hyung.”

“You’ll kill me, kid, ” he grunts, pushing his lips onto him once more as he turns his body around to grip him from the shirt, pulling him against his chest as he devours his mouth. He knows they should stop soon, even when all he wants is to rip his clothes off, someone could walk in, anyone could walk in, and Yoongi doesn’t think he will be able to explain what he is doing to Jeongguk to anyone that isn’t their bandmates. And most of them would kill him too for being so reckless, anyway.

Jeongguk whimpers under him, hand sliding down his back as he tries to push him closer, but Yoongi pulls away before it’s too late and he ends up getting kicked out of the group because he couldn’t keep his hands to himself, too starved to corrupt this pretty boy that’s begging for his attention.

“We have to go, I’m gonna actually get killed if they find me like this with you,” he jumps on his feet, Jeongguk looking at him from the floor with his stare lost, his lips are sinfully bruised already, parted open as if they were still expecting Yoongi to keep kissing him. His short brown hair is falling in soft curls at the edges created by the humid air and their sweat, he brushes them off his face before stretching his hand.

“Nobody will find us,” He pouts, but takes his hand to jump back onto his feet. “And nobody can’t tell you anything, I’m not a baby,” he adds, but the whimpery tone doesn’t help his case, “Can we eat in the dorm?” He asks, trying to dive back into his lips but Yoongi slides from his grip, taking his hands midair as they try to grab him, putting them to his sides.

“That nobody would say anything? You’re our golden maknae,” He huffs, lifting his brows at Jeongguk, “You’re probably the person this company wants to protect the most,” He points out, tilting his head as a rush of soft sincerity washes over him, “I want that too, so please Jeongguk-ie if we are going to do this we have to be careful.” Jeongguk takes a step closer to him, lips involuntarily trembling to a pout that has Yoongi’s instincts desperate to succumb, “Do you want Hyung to help you?” He nods, dumbfounded stare as his voice turns an octave lower, tone firm.

“Yes, I want that,” his voice is almost a plea.

“Then behave for me,” Jeongguk’s pout gets deeper, shame tainting his features that scrunch at the disapproval. “Come on, we have to eat,” he huffs, pulling him back to his side, not standing to see those pleading, doe eyes anymore. He is afraid he is going to pass out, or worse, to cave into his own desires and dig his own grave faster than expected. “And then we can go back to the dorm.”

“Sorry Hyung, you’re right. I promise I’ll behave,” Jeongguk’s voice is soft on the edges, his words sitting tight on his lower belly.

“You don’t have to be sorry. I know you’ll behave, you’re my good boy.” 

At that Jeongguk’s face lights up with a show of fireworks, his body softly melting to his side as he hides his blushed features against his neck, huffing slowly as if he was already getting worked up by his words.  

Yoongi just grips his waist tighter before separating a little bit from his side as they cross the door, their hands brushing as they make their way to find their friends. They fall quiet at the glares, but he can feel Jeongguk’s eyes going back to him in anticipation. He can feel them as the seven of them eat, as Taehyung and Jimin hover over him all the way back to the dorm as if they hadn’t spent the entire day together.

He understands the feeling, the greed of wanting to be next to Jeongguk twenty-four seven, of wanting to have all the attention that those bambi eyes filled with wandering thoughts and a heavy innocence; he aches to get every drop of it as an addict that’s aching for some relief. 

When they arrive at the dorm Yoongi takes the bathroom first before someone sneaks before him, he takes a fast shower, trying to ease his mind, wondering if Jeongguk still wants him to go, if he should just go back to look for him again or wait for the boy to come ask him one more time.

He receives the answer to his question once he gets out the door, his hair still dripping slightly onto his shoulders and down his back, he feels brand new as he watches Jeongguk’s ajar door inviting him, luring him in into a trap that Yoongi will gladly step into even if it bleeds him to death. 

Before sneaking down the aisle, he looks around to see if someone is watching him, sliding the door shut behind his back. Jeongguk looks up at him from his phone, letting it fall to the mattress as he lifts his eyes. Yoongi's shirt neatly folded over a chair on the corner, he is wearing just a pair of gray sweatpants that has his mind buzzing as his eyes roam around his mouth-watering chest, firm and lean and so smooth to the touch. 

He wants to bite every inch, every centimeter, make him his for the rest of eternity. 

“Hyung,” his eyes darken up as he walks closer, dropping his body right next to the boy, who rolls on his side, his waist even sharper as he stretches his lean figure. “You look hot with your damp hair,” he mumbles, his stare lost over Yoongi’s mouth for a second, glinting in hunger as he looks up at him. 

He wants to kiss him, but that would be too easy, too fast. He wants Jeongguk to be able to voice his needs for him, to tell him exactly what’s taking over his mind.

Yoongi knows he will give him everything, whatever he wants and more. He will just have to ask for it, every time. 

That gives him a thrill unlike nothing else, not knowing when is it going to happen, just knowing that it will because Jeongguk seems to get more and more thirsty with every drop that he feeds him. 

“Felt dirty,” he answers lightly, hand sliding slowly to Jeongguk’s side until it falls over his waist, “And I wanted to give you some time.”

“I don’t need time,” He huffs, cheeks tainted in rosy hues, “You don’t mind that I am dirty?” His question is filled with shyness, he bites his inner bottom lip as he looks at Yoongi with his doe stare bursting in wonder. 

“I don’t,” he admits, hand trailing a slow path on his side that has the boy trembling softly, “You want to get dirtier anyway, right?”

“Yeah,” Jeongguk sighs, hand going to his neck to pull him from his strands so Yoongi falls over his body that lays background on the mattress, “I want Hyung to touch me, want Hyung to kiss me too.”

His eyes avert back to his lips, mouth parting softly as an invitation. He adjusts his body over him, his shirt lifted half way from the movements so the skin of their bellies are flushed against each other, making Yoongi feel feral at the mere contact. He closes his lips over the boy, kissing him softly at first, as if he didn’t want to let the hunger show so easily, giving him time to adjust to the sudden invasion. 

Jeongguk’s wobbly lips start moving over him with a desperation he cannot contain as he gasps deep into his mouth while Yoongi’s other hand goes to his thigh, opening them slightly up to the sides. The boy gives in softly, relaxing his extremities for him to manhandle his body with ease which has his cock twitching, he can slowly feel growing against his grey sweatpants as the friction gets tighter, as their mouths get more desperate every second as if they wanted to feed from the other’s soul. 

Jeongguk is getting hard too, Yoongi can feel it poking against his bulge, his mouth numbing into the kiss, a tingling on his tongue that comes with the urge to combust. 

“So eager, aren’t you, babyboy?” He teases, hand slipping onto his inner thigh, fingertips pressing harshly onto the meat. 

“Mhm,” he agrees, griping on his strands pulling him away just enough so their eyes can meet. “Please never stop teaching me, Hyung,” he sighs, eyes boring through him with an intensity that goes beyond lust. 

“I won’t,” He assures, voice getting darker. “I want to be the one to do it,” the confession slips out his mouth, but it seems to turn Jeongguk even more as his hips pull up against his, glistening mouth parted wide.

“Touch me, Hyung, I need your hands,” it comes out in a whisper, his eyes fluttering closed as he grips tighter onto his back, trying to fuse their bodies together.

“Where do you want Hyung to touch you?” Yoongi whispers into his mouth, hips moving hard over the mattress, making the boy whine at the receiving friction.

“My cock, please Hyung,” he begs, fluttering his eyes open with a plea. 

Yoongi can’t help but kiss him back, hard and hungry and maybe a little bit painful as the boy jolts under him, lightly squeaking under his body as Yoongi pulls away, sliding softly to his side, one of his legs is still over Jeongguk’s open ones, his chest glued to the boy’s side as he hovers over him, his hand placed firm against his chest. 

His hand trails down slowly, making the boy gasp into his mouth. When his hands reach the waistband of his underwear, he stays there for a few moments, teasing Jeongguk whose breath itches at the contact, at the expectation that’s building up around his already hard cock.

When he moves the waistband down, Jeongguk’s cock jumps hard out of the cloth, hitting over his belly, wet with pre cum that starts to pull up over his ripped abs. 

“Look at you,” he tells him in awe, Jeongguk has an arm over his eyes, but Yoongi thinks it makes the image all the more amazing, the bright blush that starts on his cheeks spreading down to his neck, his cock twitching as Yoongi teases his hand over the chest skin right around it, “So hard already, so desperate for me, aren’t you?.”

“Hyuuung,” his voice is pitchy as he pleads, trying to roll around over him, but Yoongi stops him with a hand on his chest, slowly pushing away the arm that’s covering his eyes. The boy looks up at him, eyes glassy with embarrassment and need, puffy lips parted up that make Yoongi’s cock twitch at the sinful images that he has right in front of his eyes, at this perfect boy that he is disarming slowly. “Touch me, please,” Jeongguk twitches the only hand that’s able to reach him, wrapping his fingers on the edge of his shirt, pulling it down with a pout that grows bigger every second, “Teach me how it feels.”

Yoongi doesn’t have it in him to tease him anymore, spitting unceremoniously on his hand before pushing it onto the boy’s hard cock that twitches in excitement at the touch, Jeongguk’s entire body jolting as he presses the thumb over the slit, caressing it slowly to spread out his precum around the shaft as he starts to move his hand slowly. Jeongguk’s hand is now about to rip the fabric of his shirt, pulling from it as he lifts his hips to thrust into his hand. Yoongi pines him back to the bed, moving his eyes back to his face to find Jeongguk’s head is lolled to the side, eyes watching his hand move over his cock with his mouth parted open as rhythmic whimpers fall from it.

He looks so gone and Yoongi is just touching his cock, he can’t help but wonder what the boy would look like drooling with a cock on his mouth, crying as he pushes past his rim. His rock hard on his pants, but he will live with it, he knows he will have his time sooner or later; he knows this is about Jeongguk as much as it is about him, about how he likes to have all of this immense control the boy is giving him the buttons to press. 

Jeongguk’s whine stretches as he starts to move his hand faster, as he towers over him to make him look back at him, to make him pay attention. Jeongguk’s eyes find him almost instantly, pupils blown with desire as they look through him, with adoration and intimacy, with so many things that Yoongi doesn't think are even capable of being explained through words. 

“You like Hyung touching you?” Jeongguk nods, biting his lips to contain his sounds as his hands move rougher against him, “Use your words, baby.”

Jeongguk’s lips quiver, as if he were trying to find the words but his head was too dizzy, too intoxicated with everything around him. 

“I love your hands, Hyung,” he bites his lower lip, closing his eyes as Yoongi’s thumb plays on his tip again, softly spreading the fluids around, teasing him further as he realises that it sends the boy over the edge. “Love how they look over me, everywhere.” His back arches as his touch turns even more effusive, as his panting gets more desperate he presses his fingers around the base of his cock, stopping him from coming and ripping the most lyrical whine he has ever heard, he wishes he would be able to record it, instead he presses his mouth against his, trying to ease Jeongguk back as he starts to stroke his cock slowly, a soft movement that makes him squirm and trying to thrust into his hand. 

“Don’t get greedy,” he commands, but his voice comes out soft on the edges. “You will come, but I’ll tell you when to do it.”

“Sorry, Hyung,” he huffs, nuzzling his jaw as his fingers press deep on his back, “I will do what you tell me.”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” he strokes him harder, trying to prove his words. “It’s normal, I just want you to enjoy it for longer. You’re a little bit too desperate, don’t you think?”

He smiles through the last words, teasing him but not getting the whine he was expecting, but something that makes him go even crazier as Jeongguk looks up at him, doe-eyed and full of wonder, with a lusty intrigue that consumes Yoongi’s soul and only makes him want more of this, to try and make it last forever.

“I am,” he admits, the words falling out of his mouth like a prayer, “I am desperate for you, for your hands, for your lips, for your—”  he shuts himself in a whine, closing his eyes shut as the pleasure spreads through his body while his thumb brushes away the precum to spread it out along his shaft, “You’re so good at everything you do, Hyung,” he gasps, opening his eyes again with a drifting, devoted stare. 

Yoongi thinks he is going to burst with heat and self-assurance as the words hit through him, as Jeongguk looks so gone under him that it makes him want to devour him until the last bite.

“That’s you, baby boy,” his voice is hoarse with desire as he lowers his lips to leave a wet kiss over his jaw, “so good for your Hyung, you’re the best at everything.”

Jeongguk gasps, back arching as his hand starts to stroke faster, until the rhythm is taking him to the edge once again, and as much as he would love to tease him further, he knows it's not the time to play that card again, not when the boy looks so desperate, not when it’s just his first time being touched, not when he is doing it so good for him, so pliant and needy and beautiful.

So he fights his greediness, knowing that if Jeongguk is feeling so desperately affected by this, there’s no way the boy’s not going to search for more, so he will have time to take care of all his needs.

“Cum all over yourself for Hyung,” he commands, Jeongguk gasps at his dirty order, as if his brain was stopping every single thing just to answer him.

And he does as told, spilling his load over his abdomen and some of it even falls onto his upper chest, his entire body painted with it as his cock still throbs around Yoongi’s coated fingers that keep stroking slowly, trying to milk every single drop out of him. 

It’s not until Jeongguk starts stirring at the overstimulation that he lets go. The boy’s eyes are closed, body falling limp onto the mattress, lips parted open as he tilts his head to the side, as if he were reaching for Yoongi’s body. The hand that was pinning him down moves up to his face, caressing his flushed cheeks until the boy’s eyes open, hazy and dreamy, charged with a relaxation that brings out an adoration that has his heart pulling.

“Taste yourself,” he tells him, mouth watering at his perverted impulses.

He lifts his other hand, pressing the tip of his fingers over the boy’s mouth who sucks them in giddily, closed eyes once again as he tastes himself, leaking his fingers clean one by one and lapping his tongue along his entire palm to make sure to take every drop. Yoongi feels he could cum just for that, that if his cock received a mere brush of air he would disarm right there. But he can’t stop, so he just takes a deep breath before taking every drop that was pulling on Jeongguk’s chest, pinching his nipple lightly to rip a needy whimper from his throat as he makes sure not to waste anything before taking the fingers back to his mouth.

“Just a little bit more, take back everything you’ve given to Hyung,” his voice is hoarse with desire as he feels his cock twitch. 

This time Jeongguk purrs around them, as if the gears on his mind were slowly starting to work again, sucking his cheeks harder to lick him spotlessly clean. It’s Yoongi that has to push his fingers away this time as the boy gets lost on it, the dampness around his fingers and the noises that he makes are enough to start to drive him crazy.  

Jeongguk’s eyes are glassy, needy, hungry still as he lets himself fall onto the pillow. 

“My good boy,” he grunts the praise as his moist fingers fall to the side of his mouth, wetting his cheek with his saliva, but that doesn’t keep Jeongguk from leaning into the touch, eyes glassy as he opens them up for him again.

“Mhm, felt so good Hyung,” he tells him, licking his lips, his loose hand gripping onto his shirt, pulling him back against his sweaty chest. “Let me touch you too, please. I wanna touch Hyung’s cock.”

Yoongi shakes his head, as beautiful as that luring siren song sounds, as much as his cock twitches at the mention, as much as Jeongguk’s starry eyes beg him, that won’t happen tonight. 

“Not yet,” Yoongi huffs, letting himself fall against the skin of his neck, keeping his hips up so they do not come in contact with Jeongguk’s body. That could be deadly. “We’ll take it one step at a time, okay? And you have to ask me first.”

“I’m asking now,” he pouts, hands around his nape so their heads are levelled with one another, “Please?”

“No, you just came,” he points out, the boy whimpers in embarrassment at it, frowning a little, “You have to ask me when you are on your senses, okay?” He tells him, his tone turning softer as he tries to ease him down gently. 

“Hyuuung,” he whines, but in his eyes it is evident that he knows he has lost the battle. “Please?”

“I’m sorry, baby,” He states, leaving a short, hungry kiss over his lips, a thread of saliva pooling in between that Jeongguk looks at dazily before kissing him once again as if he was biting from his mouth, and another trying to pull him flusher onto him, but the mere brush at his cock has him jumping away, knowing that it wouldn’t take that much to drive him to the edge. “Hyung has to go to the bathroom for a minute,” he mumbles, and Jeongguk huffs a whine in complaint. “I promise I’ll come back,” he assures.

“Okay, but Hyung,” he adds, eyes determined as they bore through him, “Promise you’ll kiss me when you come back?”

“Don’t even doubt it,” he utters with his lips nibbling on his jaw. 

“And touch me?” It comes out in a gasp, his teeth dragging slowly over his skin.

“Wherever you want me to,” he smiles devilishly, his veins heated up with the intoxication.

“Okay,” he nods, hands twitching for a second on his nape before untangling softly, “But don’t take more than five minutes or I’ll go looking for you.”

“You are cute, but believe me, I don’t need that much with the image that you just gave me,” he huffs, leaving a hungry peck on his lips before jumping away from his body. Jeongguk whines as he rolls himself under the covers, and Yoongi doesn’t look back as he leaves the room, fearing that he will jump back over him and forget whatever stupid rationality he is trying to go by. 

When he arrives at the bathroom door Namjoon is coming out from it, his smile turning cheekier as his eyes notice his hard cock jumping out of his sweatpants.

“So you are a grower, Hyung,” he jokes, palming his shoulder as he passes by, “Jeongguk-ie is a lucky boy.”

;

The next question takes him off guard. The thing is, Jeongguk has been more confident in his own body lately, it’s very subtle to the eye, probably none of them notice it either, because he’s always such a sweet, mischievous boy that it passes around their heads. But Yoongi can see it, he can see it in the way that his eyes bore back through him with hungry questions as they practice their dance, and they go harder, more stricter, as the pressure puts him over the edge and the outline of his pants taints up a little, as if his body was right there dancing but his mind was somewhere else, alternating his senses and blushing up his skin. 

And if someone dared to comment over it, like Jimin did one time, advising him to wank first thing in the morning when he saw the boy’s evident hard-on, Jeongguk manages it with his playful innocence; he blushed at him, rolling his eyes while pushing the boy away, concentrating once again on his task as if nothing was happening around him, as if that was the only obstacle in between him and what he wanted to achieve.

Maybe it was because as soon as he finishes washing the air conditioner from his head, the bathroom door opens, startling him as it shuts in a rush. 

“Who is it?” He wonders in a raspy voice as his heart still races. 

He has a guess.

“It’s me, Hyung,” he answers in a timid voice that sends a shiver down his spine, “I wanted to see you.”

He peeks through the shower curtain, Jeongguk’s eyes stunned as he sees him appear. The boy takes a step closer, mouth parted open as if he were trying to connect the words between it and his brain. Yoongi wants to stretch his hand, pull him into the shower and never let him go. 

He’s now wearing a loose, black shirt that belongs to Yoongi, just with a pair of briefs, leaving his meaty thighs on the open right as if he knew how much of a twist it would cause in his brain. He aches to bite from them until the boy begs him to stop, until he dismantles under his touch, letting him take anything from him.

And Yoongi wants everything; he wants it now more than he has ever wanted it before. In a way that’s maybe a little bit too perverted, he wants to corrupt every single inch of his body, to twist and mold his brain with care until the boy learns everything, until those innocent eyes are just his for the rest of eternity.

He feels his cock start to twitch, looking up once again to the boy’s eyes that seem as hungry as he feels. But that’s impossible, he knows for sure that the thirst that he holds for Jeongguk has nothing in this world that can be compared to.

“And it couldn’t wait until I finished showering?” He chuckles, but his body is reacting far differently as his blood starts to rise its temperature, “What was so urgent, Gguk?” His tone is even, despite the way his loins are starting to catch fire. 

“Ah, I thought it would be more convenient?” He declares, lifting a brow as his words come out unsure, his cheeks tainting up as he opens his mouth to continue, “Hyung, this is embarrassing but… well, there’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you ever since the other night.”

“Ah,” He smiles at him, stretching his hand to turn off the tap. The silence stretches around them while Yoongi disappears behind the curtain again, wrapping a towel around his hips before stepping out to face him, “I thought you would, tell me, what is it now?”

“Well this one… It’s a little bit different?” He tells, biting the side of his bottom lip with nervousness. Yoongi stretches his palm to caress the boy’s cheeks that are warm under his fingertips, pulling his thumb over the boy’s lips to release it from his teeth. His jaw falls slack, to which Yoongi can’t help the impulse of dragging his thumb further with it.

The boy instantly takes it, pressing the tip of his tongue over the fingertip and dragging it slowly around, pupils wider with want.

“Come on, tell Hyung,” He urges, spreading the saliva along Jeongguk’s damp lip and into his chin. “What is it that you are curious about now, baby?”

“Since the other day, I can’t stop thinking…” he averts his eyes, cheeks turning pink in embarrassment. Yoongi’s stomach pulls with heat, so pure and innocent yet desperate to dive deeper, “What I mean is that I want you to show me—” he continues, biting his lips while he looks at him with a tingling of a plea in his eyes. “Will Hyung let me see his cock?”

Blood rushes down to it instantly, a twitch that turns his loins on fire as the boy’s word fills the room in a dirty hush that’s as innocent as it’s needy. 

“Yeah, of course, baby,” He tells him, hand brushing slowly to his chin, “If you ask so nicely.”

Yoongi untangles the towel and lets it drop to the floor, his cock semi-hard in between them. His eyes are on Jeongguk, on the way the boy’s mouth drops open, licking his lips as if he was salivating a little, his pupils burn with a hunger that has him twitching as he takes himself in his hand, repressing a hiss as he spreads the precum along his shaft. 

“It’s so big,” he huffs, blushing so hard that it makes him wonder if he wanted to say it out loud. 

“Gets bigger,” he confesses, which makes Jeongguk look back at him in awe for a second before darting his eyes back once again.

When he lets himself go, Jeongguk stretches his hand, trying to grip it in between his fingers, but Yoongi is fast enough to wrap his wrist around his sticky hand, pushing the boy flush into his chest.

“You can’t touch, you just asked me to see it,” he grunts, even if his body is aching for it. 

“Hyuuuuung,” he whimpers, letting his forehead rest against his, desperate eyes begging at him. “Fuck, but I want it so much. Let me touch it, please.”

Yoongi shakes his head, their noses bumping slightly at it before he kisses him with hunger, with so much force that the boy stumbles back until he is pressed against the wall next to the door. His cock is almost at full hardness now, rubbing in between their chests with aim. 

He lets him feel it for a few seconds, as he savours the friction while he has Jeongguk’s desperate mouth over him, kissing him with a desire to learn, to dive deeper, to understand everything that’s lying beneath. 

“Go to your room, let Hyung take care of it.”

“Fuck, Hyung, come on. Want you to touch me too, please,” he whimpers, his hard cock brushing against his balls as he moves his hips up, making him grunt over his lips. Yoongi bites, because Jeongguk makes him feel like doing it all the fucking time, because he loves the way he whimpers slightly every time as well, because Yoongi is a greedy, thirsty man. 

“Wait for me in your room,” he voices, pushing his lips and his hips harder against him one more time, “I’ll take care of you there.”

He pushes Jeongguk off the door, the boy gasping in shock as he closes it behind him. Yoongi groans as he falls against it, hand wrapped around his cock as he thinks about him, about their bodies pressed together, about the way his swollen lips would look around his mouth, about how his eyes would shine so much while they are filled with tears.

It doesn’t take him much to get himself to the edge; he hears Jeongguk’s door shut as he washes himself once again.

Yoongi doesn’t know how much more control he has in him, he doesn’t know how much longer it would take for him to cave into his darker needs and take everything that he aches to have.

;

He doesn’t let him touch, not as much as Jeongguk begs, while Yoongi is making him come undone under his arms. Which has made him a little bit pouty over the week, a lot whiny as he kisses him, hands trying to sneak down without asking. Yoongi stops him every time, and Jeongguk’s whimpers turn longer every time.

Yoongi isn’t sure why the boy is not asking for it, but he thinks that the least he can do is give him a treat, something that he may not think about asking for. Maybe it was the drinks that fueled the thirst that is pouring up his body, a thirst that he has to find a way to channel, and as he cages Jeongguk’s body against the bed, he thinks he knows how.

The boy is wearing Yoongi’s shirt again, the fear of god that would scream to anyone that he is wearing his clothes, as if he wanted himself to be marked, as if he wanted the world to know that he was Yoongi’s, and no one else's. 

It makes him feral, it makes his throat dry up as he presses his lips onto the boy’s neck, wet and hungry as he laps his tongue along it, as he leaves a trail that makes a path from his chin down to his earlobe, pulling it in between his teeth, playing with the earrings with the tip of his tongue. 

“I love when you wear my clothes,” He confesses, and Jeongguk’s body relaxes as his hands grip tighter onto his back, pulling him closer. “They look so good on you, makes me go crazy.”

“I want everyone to know it, Hyung,” he whispers lyrically, voice on the verge of begging, “I want them to know that you’re making me feel so good, how pretty you make me feel,” he continues, hands no gripping on his strands as he dives his lips back to his neck, teeth nibbling softly not to leave a mark there, not where every one else could see it so easily; even when his entire body is aching to do it, he knows the consequences would be too big for both of them. 

So he slides his hands down to the edge of his shirt to lift it up slowly up to his armpits, leaving his chest and his beautiful pecs to the open. Yoongi doesn’t even ask, he lets his mouth fall over his skin as a starving man who has found a feast. He latches onto the skin of his chest, sucking with aim right around the aureole, biting hardly over the skin making the boy hiss at the contact, body bolting under him as he lets himself give in to his impulses, marking his chest all around the nipples which he sucks gently, ripping out a whine from the boy that seems to be more sensitive there than he thought he would, judging by the way his eyes widen with surprise as the pleasure takes over his body. 

“Fuck Hyung,” he whimpers as his hand starts to slowly trail down his chest, pushing easily under the waistband of his briefs to take his already leaking cock out. “The pain feels so good,” he admits, chest lifting up as if he wanted Yoongi’s mouth even deeper inside his skin, “make it harder, please.”

Yoongi answers by biting harder, ripping a screech so loud that he would be shocked if the rest didn’t hear it, but he doesn’t say anything, he won’t dare to shush those sounds that are like the most beautiful song ever created to his ears, that make his body light up on fire as his hand grips tighter onto his cock, his mouth latching to the boy’s nipple once again, teething and sucking from it as if he wanted to milk him out. He looks at Jeongguk, who is staring back at him in awe, head lolled to the side and mouth parted wide as the whimpers fall rhythmically out of his mouth. 

“You wanna come already?” A smirk takes over his face as the boy nods desperate, his cock leaking so much precum over his fingers that it’s already dripping down to his boxers, “Such a needy boy,” he kisses over a mark that’s already bruising up, biting from it before he looks up once again, “You can come for Hyung, let me hear you.”

He latches his lips to the boy’s nipple once again, and that’s enough to drive him to the edge, painting his chest and leaking all over Yoongi’s fingers as he spreads it out, still stroking the boy through his orgasm as he disarms under him, trembling body arching up against his hand and his lips until it falls limp under his grip. 

His mouth keeps attached to his chest, diving lower to start licking out the cum that’s dripping over his skin and that makes Jeongguk gasp once again, his fingers wrapped tightly around his strands as he collects every drop, swallowing slowly for him to see every movement. 

When he arrives to his tired cock, Jeongguk’s whimper at the wet warmth has his body on fire, the overstimulated boy is shivering, his thighs trembling under his touch as he sucks gently, his balls tightening as Yoongi’s tongue brushes lightly over them to take the last of it. 

The moment he finishes his hands push his thighs wider to the side, taking his underwear out in a swift movement before pressing his mouth into the tender skin of his inner thighs, biting hard onto the sensitive place, sucking with so much intensity that they instantly bruise under his mouth. 

And Jeongguk is a mess, he tries to twirl around, to shake his legs up, to escape his grip that locks him onto the bed, and he starts crying, little sobs escaping his lips as Yoongi’s mouth turns harsher, as his territorial needs take over his body, his mouth numb in desperation as it moves further up which only serves to make the whimpers even louder, filling the room and probably the entire city as his grip tries to lift Yoongi up from in between his legs, trying to stop him from keep using his body. 

He stops just when his body is marked enough, when his thighs are as bruised as his chest looks, filled with purple love bites that look as twisted as he feels on the inside, a surge of pride taking over his being as he watches Jeongguk’s puffy face, rivers running down his cheeks that are bright red, flushing his olive skin that’s now tainted with so many colours, with so many reminders that he was there. 

They will take a while to fade, but Yoongi is sure he will mark him even more before they can actually go away. 

“You’re so pretty,” he grunts, letting his body fall over his chest, not caring about his hard cock leaking with inattention. Jeongguk’s hand is still on his head, but the grip is softer now as he pulls him closer until their breaths are tangling with each other. “The prettiest boy on earth, and you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Hyung,” he whispers, one of his legs tangling around his as his free hand grips his back tightly, “And you’re mine too now, don’t think I’ll ever share you.”

;

Yoongi’s mind was so busy with Jeongguk that he wasn’t paying attention to his surroundings, and the conversation he had with his friends was placed in a frame in a room at the back of his mind, forgotten like an old painting that comes haunting back as he walks into Namjoon straddling Jimin on the couch, both of them on their underwear and without a shirt on.

“Get a room,” he tells them, tone even as he passes by. The truth is he actually doesn’t mind it at all. 

He gets two bottles of water and a few snacks from the kitchen before turning around again to the living room to go back to Jeongguk’s room. 

Jimin is hiding under Namjoon’s body, who looks at Yoongi with a pair of dragon eyes spitting fire. It should make him back off, but it lights up a twisted flame on his loins as he tilts his head cheekily, biting the smirk off of his face.

“Don’t mind me,” He voices, tone a hoarse as he walks through them. “You can go to my bed if Seokjin is not there, just—use some towels and clean the sheets.” 

It should make him feel disgusted, but it only thrives something else inside him as he hears a cute noise of agreement from Jimin, which leads to Namjoon muffling a sound against his lips.

“Thanks, Hyung,” his leader says, but his voice sounds far away as Yoongi closes the door behind him.

“Who were you talking to?” Jeongguk asks, face relaxed against his pillow as he looks at his approach. He takes the bottle of water, taking half of it in a few gulps before putting it on the bedside table, where he puts the rest of the things.

The boy is just wearing his underwear and another one of Yoongi’s shirts; he is pretty sure that most of them are in Jeongguk’s wardrobe now. He doesn’t remember when was the last time he slept on his own bed, but he wishes he won’t have to do it ever again.  

He sits over Jeongguk’s lap, his legs on the sides of his thighs as he looks at the boy from up, he looks soft now that the orgasm is taking over his skin, as if every round edge of him got more moldable while relaxed, hands fidgety over the edge of Yoongi’s shirt. 

He wants to give him the world and more; he wants to make sure that he doesn’t have anything to worry about for the rest of his life. Yoongi is sure that in his arms, he wouldn’t have to; he would make sure of it. 

“Namjoonie and Jimin-ah,” he answers, his fingers latching to Jeongguk’s wrist that’s getting too handsy over his lower abdomen, trying to play with the waistband of his briefs. 

“What were they doing?” The question flows out of his mouth almost as if he knew the answer.

“They were kissing.”

“Were they naked?”

“More than us, yeah,” he smirks, lifting his brow, which makes Jeongguk gasp, almost as if he was offended by it. As if he wasn’t just cumming into his hand a few minutes ago. 

“That’s hot,” he huffs, cheeks turning red and ripping a chuckle out of Yoongi at his boldness. 

“You think that’s hot?” His fingers twirl under Jeongguk’s ribs, pressing his fingers over his chest exactly where he knows his bites are still marking him, making him hiss at the touch. “What if I told you that I told them to go to my bed?”

Jeongguk moans sinfully at that, his hips lifting slowly from the bed as he’s starting to get hard again. 

“You’re so dirty, Hyung,” he smiles, pleased at the realization. “Makes me want you more.”

Which makes Yoongi relieved to see how well Jeongguk reciprocates to his twistedness. 

It makes him feel delighted, actually, knowing that it turns him on even more.

“Yeah?” He hovers over him, until his breath is right over his ear, sucking from his earlobe knowing that it made him twitch under the wet pressure, “Tell me baby, what do you want from Hyung?” 

“I want to feel your cock, Hyung. I want you to cum with me, I want that, please.”

Yoongi kisses him, because he would be mad not to, because Jeongguk looks so pretty begging him to have an orgasm, because he is actually desperate as well, he can’t keep it in himself any longer. 

But he won’t give in that easily, he will do it his way, he will tease him first so he will ask for more, always greedy to go further after every bite. 

Jeongguk’s mouth moves languidly, still hazy with the orgasm, but his need crawls back from his tongue either way, whimpers slightly increasing with  the friction makes him see stars, just the thin cloth from his boxers in between their skins as the shirt riling up with the movements as Yoongi brushes his semi hard cock against his belly, moving his hips slowly so he can feel it growing against his skin. 

He hisses against the boy’s mouth as his cock leaks so much precum that it starts to stick over Jeongguk’s skin, which only serves to make the boy needier as he latches onto him, moving his hips up to create more pressure to Yoongi’s cock as he hums happily into his mouth, dizzy at the feeling. 

He lets himself dive into the feeling of Jeongguk’s abdomen stroking his cock with his movements before unlatching himself from his lips, lifting his hips to separate their bodies. Jeongguk looks at him with wide eyes filled with intrigue, his fingers gripping his thigh as if trying to prevent him from going away.

He licks his lips, indulging on the image of the sweet, disarmed boy that’s looking so angelic yet so sinful as his bright heated skin is tainted in fading bruises and new ones, as his lips are blotched and glimmering with saliva, as his eyes plea for things that he doesn’t even know how to ask yet.

Yoongi slides his hand around his hips to roll him around, he hears a surprise gasp fall from Jeongguk’s lips as his head falls onto the pillow again. Yoongi stretches to take the other pillow that Jeongguk has, that now comes to find another way to be useful as he pushes it under his hips to arch his back, ass perky right above the edge of his cock.

Jeongguk’s body melts into the bed, his hips arching upwards as he feels Yoongi’s cock slide against his crack. He pushes a hand onto his lower back to keep him there, watching his arched back, the shirt falling under his armpits with the position, his butt still moving eagerly, trying to trap his cock that’s about to burst down.

“Take off your boxers, want to feel you,” he whispers, adding, almost as if he had forgotten, “please.”

“You want to feel Hyung’s cock?”

“Yes, I want to feel you over me.”

He rips them off because he is desperate as well, because Jeongguk’s desperation makes him grow itchy and hungry, his cock twitching as the boy begs for more. And Yoongi has been holding off for too long, he has been thriving for this moment for much longer than the boy can probably convey, and he has been edging both of them for long enough now.

When he presses his cock right in between the crack of Jeongguk’s ass, right above the boy’s tight briefs, he whimpers under his weight, gripping the sheets around his head as he muffles a screech.

“Can I move?” He mumbles, moving his hip down a little to explain himself. Yoongi finds it adorable how dirty he is and yet how shy he can get, so cute that he wants to crush him under his grip.

“Let Hyung do it for you.”

He wraps one hand around the boy’s waist as he hovers over him, he starts moving his hips as if he was fucking him, thrusting in between his asscheeks and along his back, his cock so wet with precum that it slides easily so, that it wets Jeongguk’s cloth, his skin sticking up in between their chests.

He pushes his head over Jeongguk’s shoulder blades, leaving marks along his back and almost to the height of his neck, not high enough where it could be problematic. He nibbles his teeth harder as his orgasm starts to pull up, slowing down just a little to let himself last for a little bit longer. He wants the boy to come undone first.

“Do you like how hard Hyung is for you, baby?” His voice is hoarse as he leaves his cock hanging right over his butt, his mouth moving to catch his earlobe, making Jeongguk tilt his head to the side a little, showing his neck where Yoongi leaves a trail of wet, heated kisses. 

“I could feel you were big,” he confesses, eyes closing as Yoongi’s rhythm starts to catch up again, his cock rubbing against the pillow with more friction as he lets more weight fall over him, “but it’s bigger than I thought.”

“You think you will be able to take it?” He teases right over his ear, “Think it will fit you?”

“Yes,” he nods, eyes looking at him almost as if he took the challenge, “It will fit everywhere.”

“I bet it will fit perfectly in that pretty mouth of yours.”

That sends Jeongguk over the edge, body spasming with the second orgasm of the night, trembling as Yoongi keeps thrusting against his body in an animalistic rhythm that has the boy whining sinfully as he rides his orgasms with his spent body, letting himself get used by him to reach his high.

“You know Hyung, I sometimes when we slept, I could feel your cock against me,” He admits in a mumble, his voice sounds hazy as he drags the words, “Even when you thought I didn’t notice, I felt it. And I liked it, Hyung.”

Yoongi cums right over his back, he keeps thrusting against him, grunting hungrily as he rides his hide, pushing the boy’s limp body up from his grip so the friction is even tighter, for him to feel every twitch of his cock that’s just for him, every drop that’s spilling in between their skins, sticking their bodies together. 

He pulls as much as he can on his fingers, Jeongguk’s mouth parting wider as he notices the finger arriving closer. He hums happily, closing his eyes with a satisfied frown as he sucks with so much aim as his body lets him, passing his tongue in between them to make sure to take every drop that he can. He sighs with satisfaction as he lets his fingers go with a pop, looking at Yoongi with expectant eyes as if he were waiting for him to give him more. So Yoongi does, because he can’t deny a pair of eyes that are pretty, that pleading.

This time Jeongguk suckles on his fingers while resting his head onto the pillow, and Yoongi lets himself go over him, letting the boy suck from his fingers for a while, his face relaxed as he plays with his tongue lazily, brows relaxing slowly as he lets go with a soft kiss on the tip that has Yoongi’s heart beating at a dizzying rhythm.  

“You don’t think I’m a creep?” He can’t help but ask as he lets the weight of his body fall over Jeongguk, who seems very much pleased at being crushed, a smile painting his lips as he looks at Yoongi, who’s lying his head right next to his, the tip of their noses brushing together.

“You kinda are,” he tells him, nose brushing closer, eyes falling down to Yoongi’s lips for a second before looking back at him with an intensity he never thought he would be able to ignite. “But please do not stop, I like it a lot. It’s very hot.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

When Jeongguk falls asleep on his arms that night, Yoongi watches him sound asleep for a long while, his angelic features softening up even more as he drools over his chest, he caresses his bangs away softly, keeping him closer to his chest, not wanting to let go of the night knowing that the morning would pull them back to their routine. 

It is not like he minds it that much, the thought brushes as he drifts to sleep, he will have Jeongguk in his arms at the end of the day anyway. 

;  

After that night, it was like finding Namjoon and Jimin got a karma strike on them, because the next morning it was Taehyung walking into the bedroom, Yoongi was kissing Jeongguk’s chest heatedly as he entered the room hurriedly, laughing a little bit too loud to be so early in the morning, shutting up instantly the moment he turned around to look at what was happening. 

Jeongguk was blushing at the intrusion, but he didn’t hide from Taehyung’s stare, he just pulled the sheets over his shoulders to cover him, ripping a chuckle out of Yoongi at his possessiveness that makes Taehyung roll his eyes before turning around on his feet, the brightness on his face taking up to his neck as he shuts the room behind him. 

Jeongguk and he burst out laughing. Taehyung took three days to talk to Jeongguk and a week to be able to look Yoongi in the eye again.

That was pretty light, to say the least, the worst part came when Seokjin and Namjoon, out of all people, found him and Jeongguk making out on the practice room, his hands under the boy shirt as he was pinching his nipples a little bit too harshly maybe, Jeongguk’s cock was hard against him. 

At the moment, Yoongi knew he was fucked. Well, he knew he would get scolded, which he didn’t like one bit. Jeongguk, on the other hand, got harder against their bodies. Maybe he has to stop indulging in it, maybe whatever curse they are going to lay upon him is well deserved.

“What if someone else walked in?!” 

They are locked in his and Seokjin’s room, Yoongi is sitting on his bed, looking at both of them from his place as if he were being scolded by his parents.

“I know,” he grunts, shaking his head with frustration because as much as he hates it, they are right. “I keep telling him that but he—”

“No, you won’t blame it on him,” Seokjin points his finger at him, it almost makes him want to call him mom, but he knows his friend will probably spiral into madness. “We are supposed to know what’s best, you should be able to stop him. Don’t you know how to set boundaries?” That makes his thoughts get sharper, his eyes staring back at Seokjin with daggers in them.

“I know how the fuck to keep boundries, that’s why I’m taking things slow with him.”

“Then show it,” Seokjin continues, tone severe, “Stop making out at work, keep it between the dorm, and preferably keep your door locked so Taehyung doesn’t get traumatised.”

“Oh come on,” Yoongi rolls his eyes, “Now you can’t be serious. I will stop making out with him at the practice room, sure, I will talk to him about it too, so it’s clear. But we don’t even have locks! What the fuck are you talking about? You all know I sleep on Jeongguk’s bed, what the fuck was Taehyung expecting to see? He probably wanted to!”

At that, Seokjin’s eyes turn darker on the edges, confirming his last words are an affirmation. 

“Oh so you do like to see us,” He laughs, eyes widening with surprise and glee, “I don’t care if you walk in on us, just don’t fucking threaten me because you’re jealous. Handle it however you want, Hyung.”

“So you haven’t fucked him yet?” Namjoon blurts out of the blue, he looks back at him with confusion as he rips him out with his battle with Seokjin, “You said you’re taking it slow.”

“I haven’t,” he admits, “I kind of want to get him used to it, I don’t want to overwhelm him, I guess,” he shrugs, letting the weight of his body fall into the bed.

“I haven’t done it either,” Namjoon adds, almost relieved, “I feel guilty.”

Seokjin rolls his eyes, but Yoongi can see the same feeling in his stare that darts between them both. 

“Me too, I feel like we are betraying his trust. Hoseokie wants to tell them.”

Yoongi’s stomach twists at the thought, so he decides to be the one to take the grip now, to try and be the one to keep calm during the crisis. 

“Listen, the three of them want us as much as we want them. If it wasn’t like that they wouldn’t let us put a single finger on them, not the way we are doing anyway. We just happened to have a conversation about it, and that’s it, we are all on the same page! We all want the same thing, and it’s not like we did a bet or anything!”

“Yeah, you are right,” Namjoon utters, but his tone doesn’t sound convincing at all. “Still—”

“He is right,” Seokjin insists, more like he is trying to convince himself than Namjoon, “We shouldn’t think about it too much, let’s just do what feels right and see what happens, see what they want.”

“Okay Hyung,” Namjoon sighs, looking back at Yoongi once again as he stands up from his bed, aching to finally escape the conversation and go back to Jeongguk. “But really, stop kissing Jeongguk at work. Just the studio, and be careful of not leaving marks that high on his chest.”

“And tell Jeongguk to be a little less loud,” Seokjin adds, Yoongi glares back at him with an intensity that has his friend gulping. 

“I’ll be more careful,” he states, looking at Namjoon once again before threading his eyes back to Seokjin, “But I won’t tell him that, that’s off the limits. And how do you listen that much? This room is on the other side of the apartment, maybe you’re listening because you want to, don’t you, Hyung?” Seokjin rolls his eyes at him, crossing his arms over his chest with a sass that has Yoongi chuckling a little. 

“They can be heard from Hoseokie’s room,” He utters, tilting his head.

“Then you can all move to this room, I don’t care, fix that yourself. But I won’t tell Jeongguk that, this is the only moment I can have him for myself.”

“Hyung is right,” Namjoon looks back at Seokjin, who looks back at him with a fiery betrayal, “I’m sorry, Hyung, but I can hear you and Tae, not Hoseokie though,” he adds, almost as if he was sorry for that. “So let’s just keep up as we are doing right now.”

“Okay,” Seokjin sighs, but he looks more frustrated at Namjoon taking his side than anything else. “I don’t care,” he stumbles out of the room, and Yoongi sighs, following him out of the suffocating room he wishes he doesn’t have to come back to, and into the other side of the dorm once again. 

Jeongguk door is ajar, waiting for him, and Yoongi hurries through it, shutting it behind his back before rushing to the bed, letting his weight fall over the boy’s body, who makes an excited noise as Yoongi shuffles his face against his neck, inhaling the sweet coconut smell of his shampoo, he grunts over him, kissing him gently on the neck over the same spot, wet and languid, fingers gently caressing over his naked ribs.

“Missed me that much?” Jeongguk wonders in a huff, clearly affected by the contact, “Did they scold you that bad?”

“We just have to be more careful,” he answers, pulling his face up so their stares align. Jeongguk looks at him with a devotion that makes all the blood in his body run smoother with its sweet toxins, his heart fluttering lightly in the haziness that shocks him. “No more kissing in the practice room, okay?”

Jeongguk pouts, and Yoongi can’t help but steal a soft kiss out of it, earning himself a cute bunny smile in return. He thinks he could live with this feeling, which eases into his darkest edges, fusing them all together with this feeling he cannot even begin to describe; it holds the most twisted impulses that are a part of who he is making them feel lighter inside his chest, as if he accepted all of that, as he enjoyed it, even loved it.

Yoongi isn’t sure if pure love is something that someone like him can feel, and he wouldn’t believe in the existence of that type of love if it weren’t for the galaxy shining through Jeongguk’s eyes. So it exists, Yoongi knows, and maybe he doesn’t have it in him to feel like that, but he can feel it somehow, on his own way, on his own devotion that drips from his heart and all over his body, one that he can’t contain in him anymore. 

So Yoongi isn’t sure love is a word that can adjust to himself, but he is sure that whatever he feels for Jeongguk would be a gift to any mortal in this world. 

“Okay, Hyung, but can I kiss you like… in the kitchen? Outside the room?” He wonders, furrowing his brows at the thought, “Do you think Hyungs will mind?”

“You can kiss me anywhere in the dorm, they won’t mind,” He assures, thinking about Seokjin’s words from earlier. He would like to test them, all of them. See how much they like it, they like them .

“Okay,” he smiles, leaving a soft kiss on his lips, teeth gripping from Yoongi’s bottom lip as a smile threads on his face, “Hyung, can you teach me something new tonight?”

“What do you want Hyung to teach you, Jagiya?” Jeongguk purrs at the petname, his face blushes slightly as he scrunches his nose at it.

“I want you to teach me how to make you feel good, Hyungie,” he mumbles breathlessly, “I want to learn how to touch you.”

“Yeah?” He mumbles, starting to get worked up at his words, he thrusts his hips against Jeongguk’s abdomen to show him, earning a gasp that turns into a soft moan as Yoongi keeps grinding against him, “What do you want? Say it for me.”

“I want to touch Hyung’s cock, I want to make you come with my hand.”

“You want that?” He grunts, sliding his hips slowly against him, rubbing over him in a way that has Jeongguk twitching, pulling him closer as if he didn’t want him to stop, hands sliding to his butt to push him flusher against his body. “Want to make Hyung feel good?”

“That’s all I can think about since I saw your cock,” Jeongguk whispers against his ear, his teeth nibbling onto the skin of his neck, making Yoongi shiver in pleasure over him, “About how your hung, hard cock would feel under my hand.”

“Fucking shit,” he groans, fully hard now as he keeps grinding against Jeongguk’s body without any shame, “You’re so hot, that pretty mouth of yours is so filthy.”

“Let me touch it, please,” he begs again, hands sliding down to his upper back, “Roll over for me?” He suggests, not wanting to command directly but almost pleading with him to do it.

Yoongi does, after pushing his hips against his ripped abdomen one more time, he rolls over his back with a grunt, legs open wide as his cock tents up his grey sweatpants. Jeongguk makes a sound that’s in between a whimper and an excitement, instantly rolling to his side so his hand is over his chest, sliding slowly down.

“Hyung, you’re so fucking hot,” he moans onto his neck, one of his legs moving in between Yoongi to make him manspread even more, “Can I?” his hand is on the elastic waistband.

He turns his head to look back at the boy, who is looking at him with a hunger in his eyes that Yoongi doesn’t feel entitled to contain anymore. He doesn’t want to, he just wants the boy to touch him until he sees stars; he wants Jeongguk to learn how to do it for him, every single step. He knows he will, Jeongguk is not only the most talented boy on earth, but he is the best learner as well. 

“You can touch me,” he tells him, noticing that the boy is waiting for his commands to follow, “You can take it out, come on, baby. I know you want to.”

Jeongguk’s eyes glisten as he bites onto his jaw, nibbling playfully to let his hunger and his shame ease down as his hand threads slowly downwards, Yoongi’s lower belly pulling up in anticipation as the fingers slowly start to disappear under the fabric.

When Jeongguk’s hand touches his cock, Yoongi can’t help the hiss that comes out from his mouth, closing his eyes for a second at the pleasure until he snaps out of it. He wants to see every second, he wants to picture Jeongguk’s hungry stare, the way that his hand works for him, the way that he concentrates, furrowed brow and tongue in between his teeth as he fights to get better every second. 

The boy pushes his cock out, his balls hanging heavy right above the fabric that’s starting to get wet with fluids. Yoongi doesn’t care how many more clothes they are having to clean now, he just cares about the way Jeongguk’s fingers wrap delicately around his shaft, the thumb softly caressing the precum that’s pulling out his tip and spreading it around.

“Feels so heavy on my hand,” he whispers in awe, but when Yoongi looks back at him the boy’s stare is fixed over his hard, leaking cock that’s wrapped around his hand. His eyes glint as if he were looking at one of the seven wonders of the world, and it makes him want to kiss him until he forgets his name. “What should I do now?” 

Yoongi can’t help his hand from going to Jeongguk’s face, pulling the boy into a hungry kiss that has him tightening his grip. He grunts against his mouth, hips thrusting instinctively around his hands as the pleasure runs a heavy heat through his body. He bites on his lower lip before pulling away, receiving a soft moan under his mouth that only serves to drive him crazier. 

“Lick your hand,” he commands, licking his lips so close to him that the tip brushes Jeongguk’s one. The boy doubts for a second before letting his cock go, hanging hard over his shirt that gets sticky instantly as the boy spreads his tongue along his hand, closing his eyes as he does so. The image is so sinful that it makes him grunt against his skin, it makes him hide his face onto his shoulder and bite a mark over it that has Jeongguk jolting next to him, hopefully he will have a clean, closed-neck shirt that will be able to cover it. “Now make Hyung feel good,” he tells him, one of his hands sliding around Jeongguk to press him flush against his side, “Touch my cock, get used to it.”

Jeongguk’s body answers to it as if it was a prayer, his hips thrusting against his side where his hard cock is pressed, wet hand wrapping around his shaft again with decisive hands. Even when it’s his first time doing it, Jeongguk doesn’t look unsure, even if his cheeks are bright crimson, his eyes are glassy with starvation and curiosity, his brows furrowed in concentration as he slides his thumb once again over his slit, spreading the precum around his cock so he can start moving his wrist slowly. 

Yoongi sees stars; his movements are firm and decisive, catching the technique of the wrist almost instantly, as if he had been observing Yoongi’s every movement to get ready for this, and if that’s the case, he believes that he has to reward the boy later for being such a great learner, for being so desperate to be the best.

He has to contain himself from thrusting against his grip as it starts moving faster, Jeongguk’s hand looks tinier than it actually is around his cock, fingers barely brushing around the girth. When he looks back at him, Jeongguk’s face of concentration almost makes him cum right there. His face is forming a delicious pout from which the tip of his tongue can be seen trapped in between his teeth, his brows furrowed, showing the lines of his forehead as his skin turns rosier every second. 

“You’re such a great student, Jeonggukie,” he huffs, to which the boy answers by moving his hand faster and thrusting his cock harder onto his side, already wet under his boxers, sticking Yoongi’s side. “The best for your Hyung.”

“Then why don’t you cum?” He asks, almost as if he were offended by it. Yoongi chuckles, thrusting onto the grip that moves so fast now it has his body twitching onto the bed, eyes rolling back as the pleasure pulls up.

“Want Hyung to cum over your pretty hand?” He huffs, raspy voice completely affected as the wave of pleasure starts to run through his veins. “Want Hyung to make a mess?”

“Please, want to taste you too, Hyung.”

As if answering to his wishes, Yoongi cums around his hand, spilling over his shirt and down to his pants. He grunts as his hips thrust up, body tensing for a few seconds as he rides his orgasm, as Jeongguk’s grip gets faster and tighter as he rides him through his orgasm. 

His hand grabs the boy by his armpit, pushing him flusher over him, earning a surprised squeak over his mouth as his hand still grips to his spent cock, almost as if he was afraid to let it go, to not be able to touch it ever again. 

“Clean your hand for me,” He urges, biting his bottom lip harshly, “Feed from Hyungie.”

“Fuck,” Jeongguk huffs, his legs attaching to Yoongi’s one as he keeps humphing on his side, cock hard and leaking as he lifts his hand, closing his eyes to lick his palm clean, the semen pulling up on his tongue sinfully as he laps every drop, sucking every single finger, gulping as he shows he lolls his head back to show him the movements of his throat. 

He thinks he could burst down again right there, he wonders if Jeongguk knows how sinful he is, how crazy it turns him. He must, but Yoongi doesn’t care how much the boy wants to drive him crazy as long as he gets to play too. 

“Hyung,” he whines, twitching his body, turning desperate as his cock is still aching to be touched, “Can I cum too, please?”

“Yes, you can,” he tells him, hand sliding to his lower back to keep his hips pressing hard over him, “you think you can cum like this, baby? Humping over Hyung like a desperate puppy?”

“Hyuuung!” He whines in embarrassment, but his desperate hips lock onto his side as he starts to move them in circles, the wetness on his boxers starting to wet his side as well. 

Yoongi chuckles, licking his lips with hunger as the boy keeps whimpering against his skin, hips still moving next to him to ride the remains of his orgasm, the sticky patch over his skin driving him even crazier. He wants to take Jeongguk’s brief off and make the boy lick them clean, put them in his mouth as he fucks him from behind to muffle his pitchy whimpers that will be heard anyway, no matter how much he locks him down. 

He doesn’t think Jeongguk is ready for that, though, so he just moves his hand to his waist to push the boy to straddle his hips, the pool of cum starting to drip on his chest and onto his cock as well. It should make him feel dirty, but the dampness, the perversion of it all, makes him just want more, so he pushes Jeongguk onto a languid kiss, hands moving to the side of his body lazily, gripping tighter over his ribs to press his fingers to his nipples which makes the boy mewl as he presses his tongue deeper, licking into Yoongi as if he wanted to devour him; he sucks from it, fingers pinching his buds so the boy drops another sinful sound of his mouth, and if Yoongi weren’t feeling the cum dripping through the cloth he would think that Jeongguk was still desperate for it, the way that his lips are moving hold a hunger that has him grunting back, hands sliding down to his hips to press their chests so close together that the cum starts to spill over hit, leaking all around and over him.

Jeongguk makes an embarrassed sound, diving deeper into his mouth as if he were trying to avoid it, as if he were trying to get hard again to fix the problem. The boy starts to pull his shirt up, teeth getting more desperate over his mouth as his hands get fidgety under his armpits as he tries to take it off in a hurry, breaking the kiss for just a second before he dives back in.

The boy’s desperation makes him huff in excitement, his cock is still tired but he can feel Jeongguk start to swell up against him once more, which is enough to rile him up, to grip his hips harder and glued their sticky chests together. His hands slide down to grip his hips, to push him down and slide his fingers under the waistband, grabbing the meaty, hard muscles of his ass, ripping a breathy gasp from the boy’s hand onto his mouth. 

He mewls onto his mouth, which has Yoongi rolling them onto the mattress, his cock starting to get hard again under Jeongguk’s cum. He presses their hips closer together, thrusting into his chest as if he was fucking into him. Jeongguk cries onto his lips, the fingers gripping down to his nape as he pushes up onto his body, whining pitifully when Yoongi’s cock brushes under his cock over the damp underwear, his length pumping in between their stomachs.

“Fuck, wanna cum again, please,” he begs, as Yoongi’s fingers press harder onto his ass, pushing their cheeks apart with the force as he presses their cocks harder together. 

“You like being this dirty for your Hyung, baby?” He whispers teasingly, but he already knows the answer, “So dirty, cumming all over yourself, can you feel what a mess you’ve made? I bet you love it, don’t you?” Jeongguk’s cock twitches as Yoongi thrusts harder into it, eyes rolled back as he cums again inside his boxers, back arching as he rips the skin of his back open with his nails.

“I’m your dirty boy, Hyung,” he whispers, almost in a hush, almost as if he didn’t realise he is speaking out loud.

The boy goes limp under him, his words pulling up the pit of his stomach as he cums again, worsening the fluids that are sticking them together. He feels filthy, but he doesn’t want to clean up, it makes his mouth ache with hunger still as Jeongguk nibbles softly over his lips, dizzy, spent smile tainting his features.

“Hyung you’re the best,” he sighs onto his neck, his fingers massaging softly right where his nails probably left a mark, “Thank you for doing all of this for me.”

“Well, I have to admit I am doing this for me too,” he confesses, voice hoarse into the boy’s neck, kissing a wet trail to his ear, “I love having you get so desperate for me, maybe a little bit too much.”

“Hyung,” It comes out unsure, as if he was asking. Yoongi hums into his skin, biting softly from his earlobe, “I don’t want us to stop doing this.”

“I don’t want that either,” he nuzzles his neck, before pushing his head up to search his eyes. Jeongguk’s stare is hazy, glistening with the heaviness of the orgasms that are softening his body down, “We don’t have to stop.”

“Never?” His mouth turns pouty, Yoongi’s stomach twists in something that’s not heat, but something deeper, softer.

“Not if you don’t want to,” He leaves a soft peck on his commissures, “I know I won’t.”

“Not even when you finish teaching me everything?” 

Yoongi feels like his heart fills up before it melts all over his body, hot particles dancing around his veins tingling in a burst of excitement and pure affection. He kisses his lips sharply, wanting Jeongguk to feel everything that’s pulling up inside him. 

“Even when you know everything, I hope you will still want to be mine.”

Jeongguk smiles at that, eyes closing as he slides his fingers onto Yoongi’s tangled hair, pulling their foreheads together. 

“I will,” he assures, leaving a soft kiss on his lips that has his heart fluttering faster, “I don’t need anybody else, just you.”

He hums in satisfaction, kissing his lips slowly, wet movements that fill out the air as their lips feed from each other, still hungry even after everything. Yoongi doesn’t think he will ever be able to satiate himself.

He hopes Jeongguk doesn’t either.

“Good to hear, because I don’t ever want to share you,” he grumbles into his lips, which makes Jeongguk spill out a giddy laughter that echoes over his sensitive mouth.

“Well, we could put Namjoon into consid—”

“Jeongguk,” his voice is rough, making the boy shut and tremble slightly. 

“What?” He asks, out of breath, eyes looking him up with a glint of feign innocence that makes him even more feral.

“I said I don’t wanna share you.”

“I know, don’t want you to,” his tone is lusty, and Yoongi thinks he will go to hell right there if he manages to get hard again so easily, but probably he is already on his way so he might as well self indulge a little bit more, “Just wanted to rile you up a little.”

Yoongi huffs a laugh over his mouth, pushing his hips slowly against him, Jeongguk whines in overstimulation as his cock falls semi hard over the wet boxers, he slides his hand in between his chest, coating two of his fingers in their cum before pressing them into his parted mouth that sucks him in sinfully, cheeks hollowing around it as his cock starts to twitch again, trapped in his fluids that must be wetting him down to his ass now. 

“I will have to punish you a little then, you will have to cum for me again. Make a big mess of your boxers, we will have to throw them away at this point so it doesn’t matter. I bet you can get hard again for me, you’re so desperate for it.”

“Fuck, you’re hard too,” he whines as he pops his fingers from his mouth, embarrassed as Yoongi pushes his cock harder over his, ripping a whine so loud that makes him think if all of them are hearing, if they are paying attention to the noises that keep coming from the room.

“Yeah, I am,” he grunts, thrusting harder into his hips, “And you love it, don’t you? Love that my cock doesn’t get enough from you, that I want you so much that I could be cumming all over you the entire night.” 

“Yeah, I love that you want me so much, I love to feel desired, Hyung,” he confesses in a frown of pleasure, closing his eyes as he feels one of his hands moving in between their bodies and under his waistband, pulling out his cock so they are brushing, both fully hard now as Yoongi wraps them around his hand, lifting his hip enough to give him place to move his wrist, “Fuuuuck,” Jeongguk whines as his eyes go down to both their cocks wrapped around his hands, both their chest shining with the trails of fluids. The boy’s hips move up to fuck into his hand, sighing at the friction that sends a shiver of pleasure down his body. “Shit, Hyung, think I’m gonna cum again,” he whines, arching his back but keeping his body locked in movement, almost as if he didn’t want it to end so fast, “You’re so fucking hot, fuck, Hyung, tell me how much do you want me,” he pleads, eyes looking back at him with expectation, almost as if he was begging him to drive him to edge like that.

Yoongi grunts, his other hand caressing Jeongguk’s face before giving it a few condescending pats that have the boy looking at him with a heatness that almost drives him to edge first. 

It fires something up in him, the way Jeongguk just lets it slide so easily how much he loves appreciation, how much he craves to be desired. It’s not that he didn’t know, Jeongguk loves to be told how good he is at singing, at dancing, at everything , he loves to be told how pretty he looks, even if it makes him blush slightly every time, he loves to be stared at, but is another thing to hear him confess it with a crave that’s intimate and so desperate, as if it was everything he needed to be alive.

“My filthy boy, can’t get enough of it, you really are a bunny huh? ” Jeongguk’s skin turns crimson, spreading to his neck, “You just want Hyung to talk dirty to you? To tell you how much I want you, how hard you make me?” He lets out a breathy chuckle, nibbling on his puffy lip, twisting his wrist faster over his cock. Yoongi isn’t going to last that much longer, neither, Jeongguk’s disarmed body enough to send him to edge, eyes glassy with desperate tears, his orbs begging at him, “How much I want to fuck you? I can’t wait for that day to arrive,” he huffs, belly tightening at the dirty image that their bodies are giving, shiny with lust, flushed with heat. Jeongguk’s hips start to thrust up arrhythmically as he keeps talking him down to his orgasm, “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for so fucking long,” he thrust harder, body wilding as Jeongguk starts to spill all over his hands and their cocks, he spreads the sperm around them both to coat over and keep moving his hand faster, “I’ve been watching you for so long, fuck,” he grunts, comming with his own confession that has Jeongguk biting from his lips, pulling him into a deep, starving kiss as their cocks keep brushing, spent and sticky. 

“How long?” Jeongguk whispers, his fingers massaging Yoongi’s scalp, stirring his neck to the side so Yoongi can have easier access with his lips, “How long, Hyung?”

“More than you can imagine,” he confesses, Jeongguk’s fingers still for a second, his heart palpitating faster with the fear that starts to grow on his body, “probably more than I should, too.”

“I think I can imagine,” Jeongguk’s hand slides onto his nape, a cheeky smile taking over his face, “I can still remember the first time I woke up with your cock brushing my back,” his confession has Yoongi’s blood running cold for a second, searching for Jeongguk’s eyes that are staring back at him with amused adoration, as if he was enjoying seeing him a little bit freaked out. “I wanked next to you that day.”

“Oh my god,” He laughs into his mouth, fingers gripping tighter into the sticky waist, “You actually did that?” He lifts his brows, Jeongguk’s cheeks are blushed crimson as he bites his lower lip.

“Yeah, I did,” He shrugs lightly, looking down at their glued, messy chest for a second before darting his wide, lustfully sincere bambi eyes over him, “So maybe you’re not the only pervert, Hyung.”

;

Jeongguk has been bolder since that day, brattier too. 

He doesn’t mind that much, he knows when to put him in place and how to do it, but is not like he wants to either.

He latches onto Yoongi’s lips with fervor and without shame, he does it in the kitchen, he does it in the aisle while he pulls him to their bedroom, he does it on the living room, climbing over his lap in his couch not caring about their friends sitting next to them.

And it’s not like any of them complains, Yoongi has seen their faces, he has seen the awe on their parted mouths and their blown pupils, he has seen them trying to hide their semi-hard cock on their pants. Which they both feed on, because another thing that’s blooming off of Jeongguk is how perverted the boy can be as well, how much he likes to be seen, to be heard; and Yoongi likes it too, he loves how they seem to get in trance with their chemistry, with the way he manhandles the boy so easily, one that they can’t ever even dream of controlling like that. Or maybe they can, they do . 

Jeongguk loves the attention, he loves that everyone knows how pretty he is, that everyone is finally coming to appreciate it differently, way deeper. 

And Yoongi loves the hunger that it ignites in him, how his body turns limper yet more desperate for it. 

He loves finding out Jeongguk’s deepest fantasies that he starts to unveil under his touch.

He has been behaving properly in the building, they keep it professional under common spaces that aren’t his studio, because it’s soundproof, and the only person that has the passcode is the one that’s putting his hands under his pants, so they can let themselves indulge a little, but they have to keep it kind of light enough so their bodies do not sell them away when they step out.

It’s the seven of them now, the board meeting finished and the staff brought them dinner so they can finish up the day and leave, the door closed on their backs so no one can intrude their peace. 

Jeongguk is sitting right in front of him, leaning closer over the table as he finishes his food. All of them are still eating, the concept pictures of the album’s photoshoot are displayed on the board which Namjoon seems to be glaring at with a little bit of despair.

“What is it that you don’t like?” Yoongi asks, stretching to grab more from the pork belly. He notices Jeongguk’s eyes bore through him, the boy is now sprawled on the chair, hair messy as he runs a hand through his fringe, his bare face looking rough under the whitelights. He sees the boy scoot closer to the table until his chest is hitting the edge, but he looks back at Namjoon, waiting for an answer.

“It’s just… off. It doesn't fit the album energy, I think we should go for something more, I don’t know, emotional?” He shakes his head at himself, leaving the chopsticks with a sound of frustration. 

Yoongi feels a tickle on his knee, and it takes him a second to realize what’s happening as it starts to slowly thread up his thigh. He looks back at Jeongguk, eyes wide in shock for a second, and that’s a mistake, because it only makes the boy’s stare glint with this shade of brattiness that has been blooming around him.

His feet start to go higher, to the point that if Namjoon dared to look to his side he would see Jeongguk’s leg starting to get too close to his cock. So Yoongi pushes his body to the edge of the table to cover it, making the boy lick the smirk of his lips, enjoying the acceptance.

“I get it,” Jimin states, and Yoongi is glad that something is jumping in the conversation for him because now he is feeling a little bit distracted all of a sudden.

They keep talking but he doesn’t listen anymore, Jeongguk’s feet brushing his semi hard cock. And Yoongi knows it’s wrong, he knows he shouldn’t be indulging this behaviour from him in a public space of the company that’s not his studio (and maybe not even there, but he’s just another mortal), he knows but he is drugged up, he is intoxicated and he can’t help but slide his hand down the table, sliding it down Jeongguk’s sweatpants to caress the soft skin of his calf.

Jeongguk’s glare gets more intense, but it also softens down on the edges at the touch. 

“What do you think, Hyung?” 

Yoongi snaps out of it as he hears Namjoon’s voice directing his way, snapping him out of his haze. His fingers put more pressure over Jeongguk’s skin as he moves them down, which has the boy rubbing circles onto his cock. 

“He wasn’t even listening, Joon-ah,” Seokjin voices, which makes him roll his eyes as he looks back at his friend, “Probably too distracted thinking about something else.”

“Someone,” Taehyung adds, and it’s funny, even Jeongguk chuckles, getting crimson at the recognition, as if he wasn’t rubbing his cock with his feet down the table. Yoongi thinks he will go insane.

“I’m just tired,” He shrugs, trying to seem nonchalant. 

Jeongguk presses his feet harder, as if answering to his words. Yoongi’s cock spasms inside his pants, the grip on his calf deepening as he keeps caressing.

“Then you shouldn’t be going to sleep at four am,” Jimin remarks, he just glares back at him, trying to seem unamused at Jimin’s sharp, defying stare. 

“How do you know that I am up at four am?” He snaps back, making Jeongguk giggle in front of him.

“You’re not letting us sleep either, that’s why,” Jimin fights back, eyes sparkling in a challenge. 

He hears Seokjin grunt on the side, and the next thing he knows is that his friend is bending over right under the table to pick up the chopsticks. 

Jeongguk gazes at him with wide eyes, his muscles getting rigid under his touch. Yoongi doesn’t look back, knowing that it will only make them seem suspicious, he just keeps caressing Jeongguk slower, his pants now slid up to his knee, evidencing how he is encouraging the behaviour. 

He doesn’t think Seokjin will rat them out, anyway. He seems too flustered to handle himself as he appears back on the end of the table, choking for a second before gulping his glass of water. 

And he wouldn’t care, to be honest. They probably wouldn’t, either. 

Yoongi looks at him for a second, head tilted to the side as if he was urging him to say what’s happening out loud, but Seokjin doesn’t even look back at him; he looks at Jeongguk, who stares back at his Hyung with a mischievous smile that only drags him further into his crimson state, into the shame and the starve that grows evident on his body. He can see the rage in Seokjin’s eyes tainted with the crave of what’s forbidden, of what he will never get to have for himself.

He looks at Jeongguk, who looks back at him instantly, cute smile tainting his lips which makes Yoongi almost hear him giggle at the situation, feet moving softly around his inner thighs as if he was trying to caress him, which serves to soften his heart before his attention goes back to Jimin, who is still looking at him with a defying stare and raised brows.

“And why aren’t we not letting you sleep?” Yoongi smirks, easily going back to the conversation, knowing that every pair of eyes in the room is over him, feeling Seokjin’s stare heavy over him. “Tell me, Mina-ah, is it that we are too loud or it just turns you on so much that you can’t go to sleep?”

“I’m going to kill you Min Yoongi!” Jimin sighs in exasperation, his eyes hold a type of endearment that on the relationship that they have could convey; frustrated yet soft in the edges. 

Yoongi shakes his head with amusement, biting his lower lip not to laugh at his friend’s face. He has a soft spot for Jimin, but they all kind of do in the end, so he’s not special.

“Okay, so what can we do to help you? Do you wanna see?” He wonders, lifting his brows at this friend, a smug grin tainting his lips. “Is that it?”

Jimin rolls his eyes, but his cheeks turn reddish. 

Jeongguk’s feet stills for a second before it starts to move faster, as if trying to give Yoongi a sign of how much this is turning him on. Which makes him huff, heatness pulling up on his stomach at Jeongguk’s eagerness. 

His heart throbs in satisfaction as the realization grows more evident, as Jimin keeps unusually quiet, blushed, shaken. 

“You just have to tell me,” He adds as Jimin remains unresponsive, the entire room silent at their exchange. “I bet Jeonggukie would like that too.”

At that Jeongguk gasps in shock, as if he wasn’t expecting the attention to be driven back to him. His leg tightens against his groin, calf stiffening under his touch, so Yoongi just massages him gently to ease him down, to get him to progressively go laxer at every touch. 

He is bright crimson as he is put on the spot, skin flushed with embarrassment as he presses a hand on his face that he moves away when Yoongi pats his leg as a queue that the boy understands immediately, eyes boring though him with dark pupils blown in need, a hunger that’s starting to fill the room for everyone to notice. 

His beautiful, blushing virgin, looking so squirmy yet desperate to please.

“I would like that,” he answers, not looking at anyone else but him. He grabs him by the ankle, which has the boy pressing harder onto his groin as he licks his shiny, petal lips.

Yoongi smiles with satisfaction, tilting his head to the side as pride fills out his chest. It might be egocentric, narcissistic and a little bit self indulgent at most, but the way Jeongguk answers to him so definitely, as if what he needs is whatever Yoongi asks from him, that it tightens his lower belly at the reception; even though he knows, he knows that Jeongguk probably wants this as much as he does, his cute brain more pervy that the innocence starts that glint on those eyes can let anyone know. 

“I knew you would, baby,” His voice is raspier now, he can feel all of them orbit around them, “But you don’t have to be ashamed, they all would kill to see you too.”

;

Jimin hasn’t said anything since that day, he still spends his time with Jeongguk, but when he asks the boy tells him that he didn’t tell him anything about the conversation they had in front of everyone, about the proposition that Yoongi made so lightly. 

And Jeongguk seems a little bit disappointed by it, almost hurt that his friend hasn’t showed up yet.

But he sees Jimin lingering even more than he used to, resting the weight of his body on the threshold of the kitchen as Yoongi has Jeongguk pressed over the counter, devouring his lips to the point that the boy starts getting hard against him, whining sinfully over his lips as he tries to brush their cocks together. 

When they both look back at him, Jimin flushes brighter even, rushing away from their stares as if that slapped him out of shock.

Jeongguk gets harder, every time.

“Hyung,” Jeongguk wonders, and somehow Yoongi knows where it’s going too, the way that he whispers it with shame yet so sultry. He turns around as he finishes cleaning the dishes, Jeongguk is leaning on the marble counter with his skin flushed up to his chest, covered up by Yoongi’s shirt. “Can you teach me something new tonight?” 

He slides in between Jeongguk’s legs, grabbing his thighs as he lets his forehead fall into the boy’s one. 

“What is it?” He wonders, breathlessly. 

“I want to suck your cock.” Yoongi laughs in disbelief at the blunt words, making Jeongguk roll his eyes playfully as a pout takes over his mouth, “Please, Hyung, you have to let me!” 

“You’re not ready,” He utters, tone even as he stares at him with an amusement that’s strict over the edges.

“I am ready! I can suck your cock!” He screeches, crossing his arms over his chest like a child throwing a tantrum. “You have to let me.”

“Quiet,” He voices, a rough tone as his belly gets tighter. “I don’t have to let you,” He tells him, Jeongguk gasping at the way that he leans over him, fingers coming up to his arms to move them off his chest. “Talk to me properly,” he adds, tone darker, “Why are you getting bratty with Hyung? When did I not give you what you wanted in the end?”

Jeongguk sighs, closing his eyes as he shrugs lightly, which makes him see right through it. 

“Just want your cock,” Jeongguk whispers against his mouth, lips parted open, drool pulling up slowly on his commissures, “Want it so much, Hyung. Let me suck you off, please. I want to make you feel good.”

“Then you should have asked that way,” He raises his brows, jumping away from the boy’s body to start and thread back to the room.

Jeongguk follows in a rush, grabbing him from the wrist to push him back into his chest. 

“I am asking now then, please let me suck your cock, Hyung.”

“No,” he shakes his head, enjoying the teasing maybe a little bit too much. “You have to learn this lesson too, you won’t be bratty to your Hyung for free.”

Jeongguk’s eyes light up, and Yoongi thinks he has just discovered the world as he watches the glimpse get brighter on his blown pupils, the lust and excitement taking over his body as he starts to walk, pushing him to walk backwards into their room. 

Yoongi tries to unlatch from his hand as they close the door from the room, but Jeongguk locks his hand tighter around his wrist, defying stares boring through him with hunger.

“You want me to punish you,” He huffs, shaking his head in disbelief, his body running a shiver of pleasure as his cock starts to harden under his sweatpants. “Is that so? You don’t want to suck my cock, you just want Hyung to put you into place.”

“Well, I would love to suck your cock,” He sighs, getting close enough to brush his lips, “But I would Hyung putting me into place.”

“You won’t suck my cock tonight,” he slides from Jeongguk’s grip, fastly moving his fingers up to grab him from the wrist as he starts to pull back into the bed, pushing him into the mattress.

The boy looks at him with shocked eyes for a second, but then his legs open wider to the side, inviting Yoongi in between them.

“Why not?” He presses, but Yoongi can see through him, the way he is trying to rile him up. 

“Because you don’t deserve it,” he shrugs, kneeling in between Jeongguk’s legs. He takes off his own shirt, distracting the boy who licks his lips as he looks at his chest. “I don’t share my cock with naughty boys.”

“Then I will have to learn with someone else.”

Yoongi doesn’t even think about it, the slap echoing in the room with a harshness that makes time stop ticking around them. With his hand still pressed against Jeongguk’s chin, his heart is rushing in fear for a second as the boy trembles visibly under the shock, his fingers tingling with the impact that’s still echoing in the room. 

It isn’t until the moan that fills out the room is so sinful as he lifts his hips from the bed, cock already wetting his underwear, that Yoongi’s heart starts to bomb again, faster now as he sees the starvation in the boy’s eyes. 

He is relieved, so damn relieved that this boy is as fucked up as he is. That he will take everything Yoongi gives him with so much need that it lights up his loins on fire, his veins rushing in a high that’s fastly heading to his fuzzy brain.

“Don’t ever say that again,” He advises him as he takes his hand away from his face slowly, Jeongguk looks up at him with glassy eyes that are filled with desire to the brim, cheek already bright pink with the mark of his hand painting it, “I will be the one to teach you everything, you hear me?”

The boy nods, trying to move his hand to grab him, but Yoongi wraps his wrist again, ripping a whimper out of his mouth as he pins the boy against the bed, locking him with his hand next to his face as his other hand slides up the shirt to tower slowly over the boy.

“Do it again,” He begs, wide eyes turning glassy under his stare, “Please, Hyung.”

“No,” He voices against his lips, “If they notice it they’ll kill me, that was reckless enough, we have a photoshoot in a few days, fuck” he grunts, more like a reprimand to himself than to the boy who doesn’t seem convinced at his words.

“Fuck, Hyung,” he gasps, his free hand sliding to his back, nails digging harsh as he tries to push them into his chest, “But I want you to, I don’t care, I’ll put make up on.” he licks his lips, biting from the bottom one as he pushes his hips up, and even if it’s tempting the way that the boy begs, Yoongi’s rationality pushes him a little bit down to earth as Jeongguk’s cheek keeps flushing red. 

When Jeongguk starts trying to hump harder onto him, he presses the boy’s body into the mattress by putting pressure on his chest.

“I know you don’t care, but do you think they will take it that lightly?” he grunts, biting his jaw slightly. And it’s difficult not to dig his teeth deeper as the boy squirms under the touch, tilting his head to the side to give him more space. “They would make us sleep separated if I mark you where someone else can see, I know I fucking want to,” Jeongguk whimpers in complaint at that, which makes him huff a laughter as he leaves a peck under his ear, “But we can try something where no one else but me can see, just the guys if you want them to,” he continues, licking under his ear to run a shiver down the boy’s body.

“Please,” he begs, even if his voice sounds hazy and lost, “Whatever Hyung wants, I can take it.”

“You want your Hyung to be rough with you, right? You little brat,” he huffs into his skin, moving up to pull from his earlobe, sucking hardly on the tender skin, “Want to be manhandled, to be put in my lap so I can slap your pretty ass, baby?” 

Jeongguk nods fervently, a cry falling out of his lips as he tries to hump his body against him, finding himself still locked into the mattress.

“Yes, please, Hyung.”

“You want it so much is not even a punishment.”

He rolls away to his side, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking back at Jeongguk, who’s taking off his shirt before putting himself in all fours to crawl into his lap without him even having to say anything. His cock is already full hard against Jeongguk’s now, he presses a hand into the arch of his back, the boy’s face pressed to the side so he can look back at him with blown, lusty eyes. 

In a swift movement he gets rid of his underwear, hand sliding in between his thighs to which he responds parting his legs wider for him. Yoongi licks his lips as he lets his hand down fastly over him, making the boy let out a screech of shock and pain that turns into a moan as he humps his body down, hard cock leaking over his thigh. 

“You like it that much, huh?” He teases, amused tone as he lets his hand fall into the other cheek, caressing it softly after the impact. Jeongguk cries again, even harder this time, his cock leaking so much that his leg is starting to get sticky, “So much that you want everyone to hear how your Hyung is putting you into place?”

“Yes,” He admits, voice broken as he hides his face into the mattress, “Please, I want more. Harder. Hit me like you mean it.”

Yoongi answers easily to his pleads, his hand starting to get numb as he watches Jeongguk disarm under his touch, body bolting every time his palm gets in contact with his skin, cries getting harder and needier as his cock gets desperate for release, as his body starts to go limper after every hit, coming back to life when his hand hits harder. He is red all over, the tender skin of his thighs looks abused, up to his lower back. 

His heart is rushing fast with the heat, his hand tingling for more as his brain gets even more desperate for him, for his body that’s so pliant for him, taking everything that he provides with a desperation that urges to hit one more time to the squirming boy that’s crying hard now, sensitive all over as his cock twitches with how much he enjoys the pain, being submitted to him. 

“Enough,” he tells him, massaging the skin tenderly as his other hand slides to his upper back, pulling tenderly from his strand to make the boy look back at him.

He looks broken, and so so sinfully pretty that his brain glitches for a second at the sight of his parted mouth, lips puffy red from biting onto them, tears running down his puffy cheeks as he looks back at him with glassy eyes that seem desperate for more even with how disarmed he seems, with how over the edge. 

“One more,” He pleads, voice barely a whimper, “Please, Hyung.”

“I wish I could take a picture of you,” He sighs, hand sliding to his face to clean away the river running down his cheeks, “So you could see how pretty you look.”

“Do it,” He asks, head leaning against his palm, rubbing his face over it, leaving a wet kiss over the palm that seconds ago was harshly falling against his skin, “Want you to do it, want you to have me forever,” he states, hazily.

And Yoongi knows he shouldn’t, but he is just a simple mortal. So he stretches to the nightstand, hand gripping onto the boy’s waist to keep him locked there. Jeongguk lets his head fall into the mattress again as he pushes the phone in his direction, mouth parted open as his orbs bore through the camera lenses, so high in the desire of being so wanted, at Yoongi being so hungry for him. 

He snaps two other pictures of his face, just in case (and maybe one of his red, abused skin of his ass and thighs, because he’s a pervert, but Jeongguk’s ass perks up a little for him). He drops the phone at the end of the mattress, his hands pulling Jeongguk up from the waist to lift him up so he can sit on his lap. 

The boy hisses at the contact, letting his weight be sustained by his calves not to put pressure on his sensitive skin. 

“How many days will it hurt?” Jeongguk whispers into his lips, but he seems more aroused than worried. 

“A few, maybe a week,” he admits, hand pressed on the boy’s lower back. “Or more.”

“Okay,” he sighs, hand going to Yoongi’s chin to lift his face up, closing his eyes as he brushes their lips softly, “I was afraid I was going to cum.”

They kiss for a few minutes, his cock aching as Jeongguk humps his body in lazy movements, cock brushing in between their chests as he feeds from his lips. Yoongi’s worked up, but he doesn’t want to relieve himself, not yet, he wants to disarm Jeongguk slowly under his arms.

“I have other plans for that,” He mumbles, rolling them into the bed again. Jeongguk whimpering onto his lips as his skin makes contact with the bed, but he spreads his legs wider so Yoongi can fit between them.

“What plans, Hyung?” His hands are getting more desperate as they roam around his back, “What do you want to do to me now?” 

“I was thinking, if you want to learn you to suck cock, you’ll have to get yours sucked first,” he voices over his lip, ripping a surprised whimper out of Jeongguk, who opens his legs wider to the side as his nails dig into the skin of his shoulder blades. Yoongi nibbles the skin of his neck, leaving wet kisses back in his mouth, “Do you want that?”

“Yes,” He answers breathlessly, “Want your mouth around my cock, Hyung, want you to show me how you like it. Holy shit, fuck,” He sighs, hazily laughing himself when his cock leaks precum at his own words.

Yoongi can’t help but kiss him deeper, biting and sucking trying to ruin those pretty lips of his that get even more swollen under his desperate mouth. Yoongi thinks he is going to go insane, if he has Jeongguk under him and he can still feel this hunger for everything that he does, for every inch of his skin, there’s no way that he is not going to turn into a madman in the end.

“Yeah? Want your pretty cock sucked, JeongGgukie?” He huffs in between kisses, ripping a stretching moan from his lips as he bites hard onto it.

“Please,” he begs, hands pulling him flusher to his chest as he moves his hips up to brush his cock in between them, “Please Hyung, I’m so hard.”

“Yeah, I can feel it,” he tells him, starting to kiss down his jaw to slide down to his chest. 

He keeps himself there for a few seconds, marking around the fading bruises the boy still carries on his chest, biting his nipple softly to get the room filling up with needy whimpers, before keeping his trail down. Jeongguk’s cock is leaking hard onto his abs that are sticky already, he grabs him by the shaft, licking his abdomen clean before looking back at him. Jeongguk’s eyes are dark as his fingers intertwine in Yoongi’s strands to ground himself. 

“Just one thing darling,” He speaks up again, Jeongguk’s eyes looking at him with expectancy, trying to drift all the attention he has left to his commands, “You can’t cum yet, not until I tell you so.”

Jeongguk seems to be about to answer, to complain about it, but the moment Yoongi wraps his lips around the tip of his cock, the boy’s body falls pliant into the mattress, a spurt of precum landing into his tongue as he slides it through the slit. He plays around it for a few seconds, watching Jeongguk’s frown deepen with the pleasure that’s invading his body. 

Yoongi can see it, how much the boy is containing himself not to move his hips as he starts to move his mouth slowly down his shaft, engulfing his entire length easily as he loosens the back of his throat. He doesn’t stop looking at Jeongguk for a second, his eyes flutter open to look at him through his eyelids, and his stare is hazy, his fingers massaging Yoongi’s scalp gently as he starts to move his mouth smoothly along his length. 

“Shit,” He squirms, kicking his legs on his sides as Yoongi deepthroats him easily once again, keeping his cock locked in the back of his mouth, closing it just a little to constrict the tip of it, making him see stars, “Hyung stop, I’m gonna cum, fuck,” he begs, pulling from his hair trying to push him away from his twitching cock. Yoongi slides up, suckling from the tip that’s spurting so much precum into his lips that it's starting to pour from the side of his lips. He lets it go with a pop, licking the commissures of his mouth to drink back every drop, which makes Jeongguk’s cock twitch over his lips. 

“Good boy,” He voices, leaving a soft kiss on the tip that rips a moan out of the boy at the praise, “You can cum for Hyung next time, just let me know,” he commands, before diving down into his cock once more.

This time Jeongguk doesn’t contain himself, the filthy moans are filling out the air as his cock twitches inside his mouth heavily. He starts to move his head faster, creating a rhythm that has his breath itching, fingers gripping tighter on his strands with desperation as the wet warmth of his mouth engulfs him so easily, taking every inch of his cock with a technique that has him over the edge once again.

Yoongi can see it in the way his breath starts to heave, in the way that his moans get needier, more like a scream of desperation. 

“Hyuuung, fuck you’re so good,” he sighs, fingers scratching on his scalp, “I’m gonna cum, fuck Hyung I’m gonna cum in your mouth.”

He sucks him deeply once more before starting to pull away lightly, his hand gripping on the lower part of his shaft as he keeps sucking on the tip, leaving his tongue right under it as Jeongguk starts to spurt his cum on his mouth, cock twitching hard against his lips. Yoongi lets it soften down around his mouth, he licks it all clean and keeps every drop pulled on his tongue as he starts to climb back over Jeongguk’s body. 

He presses his hand on his cheek where the skin is still pinkish, the boy’s mouth is parted so Yoongi aligns their faces together, letting the cum slide out of his mouth and onto the boys, kissing him fervently as the boy’s eyes close with pleasure, taking everything that he is given without a question as his semen dances sticky in between their tongues that brush with hunger. Jeongguk slowly starts to swallow it as their lips keep battling languidly, the boy’s sounds turning into soft mewls of pleasure as the kisses prolong.

And Yoongi isn’t even bothered about his hard-on, not yet. Not when he has to take care of Jeongguk, he knows that even when the boy loved every part of it, he might have been a little bit rougher than he should for a first time, so the least he can do is ease him off sweetly.

“Mhm, Hyung,” He mumbles into his mouth, fingers moving with ease into his scalp, relaxing his thoughts as the boy seems to be so fuzzy, so happy, “You’re really good at sucking cock, has anybody ever told you?” His words are lured out of his mouth, almost as if they were heavy on it.

“Yeah, I’ve been told,” He answers, a little bit too cockily, which makes Jeongguk frown in disapproval, an endeared smile creeping on his face at the evident jealousy trembling on his scrunched up button nose.

Yoongi wants to bite until the very last bit, he wants to open his chest and push Jeongguk inside there forever so no one else can get to know him like this, so he doesn’t have to go through what the boy is going through right now, looking so cute at his childlike disapproval; it’s almost annoying, how easily a soft whine can melt his heart. 

“Enough,” Jeongguk rolls his eyes before pulling his face onto his neck, “Don’t wanna hear it anymore, don’t wanna picture it.”

Yoongi can hear the pout on his voice, which is adorable, to say the least. So he kisses the crook of his neck, a soft wet kiss that has the boy sighing in content again, as if his touch was enough to reset his brain. 

“You’re cute when you’re jealous,” He huffs, amused. But there’s something warm building on his chest at the feeling, something that he can’t quite describe as properly as his freaky tendencies, “I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you.”

Jeongguk beams at that, a pleased sound escaping his lips as he pulls back from his strands once again so they are face to face. The boy has his signature bunny smile plastered on his face, and Yoongi can’t help but dive into his mouth again.

There’s a knock on the door and they both startle for a second, Yoongi grunts at the intrusion and Jeongguk whines, gripping him tighter as if he didn’t want to let go. The knock comes once again, not as forceful as the first time.

“Who is it?” His hoarse voice fills out the room, and as the silence stretches Yoongi thinks he might know the answer.

“It’s Jimin,” his voice is soft behind the door, yet firm enough for it to echo in the room.

Jeongguk’s eyes widen in shock as he looks at him, surprised that his friend is finally taking a step forward. Pleased at it as well, even as the blush on his cheeks taint his skin brighter, the remains of the mark still flushing as a reminder.

Yoongi wonders if Namjoon is going to kill him for this, but he thinks that he would have said anything already after what happened at the board meeting. And if Jimin is here, it is because he has the clearance to, so he pushes the thoughts away as Jeongguk nods at him, as if he knew what Yoongi was asking just with one look.

“Come in,” He commands, and the door opens and falls shut a few seconds later, he doesn’t move from where he’s laying on top of Jeongguk, the boy’s hand gripping tighter onto his back, “Come sit next to us, Min-ah.”

He dives back into Jeongguk’s lips, thinking that the familiarity of them being so close will help his friend fall into ease. Maybe it does, because as Jeongguk is whimpering into his lips, he feels the weight of the bed shuffle on their sides. They stay like that with their mouths over each other for a few seconds longer, that’s when both of them break their kiss to look back at Jimin, whose eyes are dark with lust as he silently watches them.

Jimin is just wearing one of Namjoon’s shirts, his thighs on the open which makes him squirm a little as he realises he is being stared at so bluntly, moving the hem of his shirt back as if trying to cover himself further.

“What brings you here?” He has a Cheshire cat type smile, which only makes Jimin roll his eyes in annoyance.

“You know,” his voice is firm as he answers, as if he was begging Yoongi not to pressure him.

“You’ll have to tell us, Min-ah” He states soothingly, Jeongguk’s hand scratching his scalp slowly once again, as if he was thanking him in silence, “We won’t judge you.”

Jeongguk shakes his head fervently at that, trying to reassure Jimin who seems a little bit moved by their warmth. He takes a few seconds, closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath before speaking again.

“I can’t fucking do this anymore, okay? So I need to see you so I can stop just… imagining it.”

“Don’t you think that will be worse?” Jeongguk wonders, which sounds like the most down to earth sentence that has been said in a while in between all of them. “‘s not that I don’t want you here,” he adds, voice soft as he looks at his best friend. “But I don’t want things to get weird between us…”

“They won’t,” Jimin sighs, Yoongi can see him twitch his fingers as if he wanted to stretch his hand to Jeongguk, but there’s hesitancy over how they are going to react if he touches them. “Is not that I want you,” he explains, and Yoongi rolls out of Jeongguk’s chest, leaving him completely exposed to his friend, spent cock laying over his hard abdomen, making Jimin’s eyes linger over it for a few seconds before he goes back to Jeongguk. “It’s both of you together, fuck, I don’t even know how to explain it. You’re just too fucking hot together, I need to get it out of my system.”

“Okay,” Jeongguk tells him, incorporating himself over the mattress so he can stare at Jimin directly, not even minding his nakedness. He stretches a hand to Jimin’s face, caressing his cheeks softly before sliding it back to his hand, their fingers intertwining smoothly as they stare at each other fondly, “We can do that for you, right, Hyung?”

“Of course,” He states, wrapping his hand around Jeongguk’s waist, palm firm over his abdomen as he stares back at Jimin, “We can give you a show, Min-ah,” he continues, hand stretching to caress his friend's naked thigh gently. Jimin gasps at it, Jeongguk’s eyes darting to the touch, “Is Namjoon-ah okay with it?”

“Yes, I wouldn’t be here if not,” He remarks, eyes drifting away from them as the blush starts to taint his features, “He just told me that—” he stops, taking a deep breath, “That I can not cum.”

Yoongi chuckles giddy, that sounds exactly like Namjoon. He is probably laying on his bed with pricked ears trying to listen to what’s happening here, to the sounds that tangle into each other like a lusty melody as he waits for Jimin to come back and tell him every detail. 

“So just that?” Yoongi lifts his brows at him, “So that means you can—”

“Yeah, I can touch you,” He interrupts, looking back at them again, “You can touch me too, if you want.”

Jeongguk’s stare darts back at him at that, eyes blown with lust at the conversation that they are having so comfortably with each other, even through Jimin’s evident shame. Yoongi feels the boy’s cock twitch against his fingers still pressed on his abs, damp and shiny with saliva, a spurt of precum falling down his shaft, the desperate arousal that’s pulling up on the boy rips a soft chuckle out of him, both aroused and endeared as his neverending stamina. 

It is not like Yoongi will ever complain about it.

“Okay, we’ll go slow,” Yoongi exhales, looking at the both of them with tenderness in his eyes, “If any of you need to stop at any time you just have to say it, okay? I don’t want either of you to be uncomfortable.”

Jimin rolls his eyes at that, but Yoongi can see how his body relaxes and his eyes soften down on the edges as his tone softens up from the lust to try and reassure them, to show them he’s still the same Hyung they always counted on with. 

On the other hand, Jeongguk seems to be a little bit more turned on at his protective side, biting onto his chest all of a sudden with a hungry, ridiculous noise that makes Jimin giggle next to them.

“Come here, baby,” He slides his hands up the boy’s chest, manhandling him into the middle of the bed, resting him over his back. He sets himself in between Jeongguk’s legs, patting right next to the boy so Jimin crawls closer, his attention drifting in between the both of them, eyes darting around as if he didn’t know where to put them. “We’re going to make out for a bit, so you can get used to it.” 

Jimin nods at him, and Yoongi doesn’t wait any longer before he slides his hands over Jeongguk’s chest, fingers stopping over his nipples as he towers over the boy who latches onto his back instantly, hands gripping into his skin as their mouths collide together. 

Yoongi feels Jimin twitching on the bed next to them, but he concentrates on Jeongguk’s whimpers that are starting to fill out the room as he pinches his nipples, biting from his lips with hunger. He feels the boy start to grow harder in between them, moans a little bit higher into his mouth as if he wanted to make sure Jimin was catching every noise Yoongi was pushing out of his body. 

He senses the boy’s movements getting more languid, as if he’s trying to make sure not a single breath gets lost in their rush, aching for Jimin to see every frame of him getting disarmed under his touch. 

His chest bursts with ego, a buzzing shot of adrenaline that tightens his lower belly and enlarges his chest with satisfaction.

“Can I touch?” Jimin asks softly, Yoongi hums at the same time Jeongguk lets out a pitchy noise of agreement.

Jimin hand presses on Yoongi’s lower back, pushing their hips closer together, ripping a noise out of them both at the same time that has him pressing harder, locking their hips which makes Jeongguk go crazy into his mouth, hump harder onto his body that’s starting to get wet with his precum, the fluids sticking their skins to each other in a squelching, filthy sound that fills out the room as they move.

“Easy, bunny,” he mumbles raspily onto his mouth, ripping a pitiful whimper out of his lips as he moves harder, Jimin’s hand still locking Yoongi against him, “You can’t cum yet, so don’t ride yourself off,” Jeongguk whines again into his mouth, lifting him from his strands to show him the glinting pout and his bambi eyes staring back at him blown in desire. It softens his heart, it really does, the way Jeongguk trusts him so much to let himself go for him, knowing that he doesn’t have to worry about anything while they are together. 

It paints a smile over his face as his chest blooms with this warm rush that pushes through him while he watches the boy try to convince him with his cutest tactics, playing all the weapons that his roundish features know; glistening pout, scrunched bunny nose and a pair of eyes so deer like that it almost makes him wonder if the boy is actually human and not just a mystic creature that has wished to be one. And Jeongguk plays his cards marvelously, a tactic perfected like no other. 

“Is he always this desperate?” Jimin’s voice fills the room, and his question has Jeongguk’s cock twitching as precum taints their chests.

“Yeah,” He answers, which makes Jeongguk whimper even louder as he tries to kiss him again, trying to move his lips desperately over Yoongi’s mouth. He huffs, his friend’s attention going back to the sinfully desperate boy, and Yoongi may have to put an end to it because Jeongguk is going to cum soon, and it won’t be long until he follows him. “Wanna try him for a bit?”

“You sure?” Jimin wonders, but his voice sounds excited and his hand disappears from his skin. 

Yoongi mewls into Jeongguk’s lips, tasting them for a little bit longer in a languid, wet kiss that fills out the silence of the room, filthy, desperate and so intimate that it has Jimin gasping for air next to them. 

His hands are gripping from his waist tightly before pushing up. He sees Jimin sit down on their side, pupils blown wide as he looks at Yoongi with expectancy, so he presses a hand on his friend’s chest and slowly pushes him back against the mattress, watching Jimin comply to his silent orders before moving off of Jeongguk.

“Come on be a good boy, show Jimin-ah what I’ve been teaching you, baby,” Jeongguk’s eyes glimmer with a new found galaxy as the pet name easily falls down his lips, the boy lifts his weight by his forearms, looking at him with mouth parted open.

“What part, Hyung?” He asks, the sincerity that flows from his mouth makes his cock twitch and Jimin huff flustered next to him. 

He hovers over the boy’s ear, hand brushing his cock teasingly before he wraps it on his waist.

“You can kiss him as much as you want,” He tells him, voice soothing almost as if he was talking to a tiny animal, “But you don’t dare to cum, okay?”

“I won’t,” Jeongguk declares, shaking his head firmly, stare determined as his eyes bore through him, “That’s just for you.”

“Good bunny,” his chest is tight against his ribs as his heart enlarges, he nuzzles his earlobe as he directs the boy so his lap is over Jimin’s abdomen, his hard cock wetting Namjoon’s shirt. 

They stare at each other for a few seconds until Jeongguk pushes down swiftly, lips brushing playfully first, a giddy smile on his lips as he watches Jimin’s mouth part open, licking it like a sweet puppy. 

Yoongi’s cock twitches at the sight, at Jeongguk’s body towering over his friend, at the way that he seems so joyful about it, almost proud to show him what he knows now, how much he has learnt. When Jeongguk leans deeply into his mouth Jimin’s body melts under him, hand sliding to his neck to push the boy harder against his mouth. 

He can’t help but push a hand down his underwear, both of them looking so insanely hot as they kiss each other without desperation, it’s intense and intimate, but it’s not filled with desire, Jeongguk keeps the steady rhythm; which he has to admit that he is actually glad for, he likes to see them in this languid state of lust, as if they were just sharing the ways they are starting to feel their bodies change as their knowledge sinks into them. 

From that position he can perfectly see Jeongguk’s pink asscheeks that are flushing red, some parts already bruising up on the edges, his mouth watering at the sadistic hunger that builds up at the sinful image that he created himself, that Jeongguk begged him so much for. He can’t help but press his hand on it, touch it softly so the boy can lean onto the touch, mewling into Jimin’s lips as he massages the skin, grabbing it in between his fingers with hunger as his other hand brushes his cock over the boxers that are already marking a wet patch from his precum. 

He takes his cock off his boxers, stroking himself slowly with one hand as his fingers slide down onto Jeongguk’s inner thigh, keeping his hand there as a reminder that he is watching every movement they do. Jimin starts to hump into him at a certain point, brushing his cock against Jeongguk’s balls, which has the boy moaning sinfully into his friend’s mouth.

And Yoongi feels like a creep, watching these two beautiful boys put this display for him, exploring each other’s mouth with a softness that brushes innocence, which makes it all the more satisfying for him; but it’s not a shameful feeling, more like a burst of pride at seeing them indulge on his tendencies.

“You’re doing it so good,” He compliments, Jeongguk purrs in a pleased sound as his hand slides around his thigh, his other hand spreading the precum that keeps coming out his own cock, stroking himself lazily as his eyes dart all around their bodies, “Look so pretty for me, both of you,” that makes Jimin twitch under Jeongguk, he can see his hands gripping tighter onto his neck. “Yeah, you too, Min-ah. I taught him well, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” Jimin gasps into Jeongguk’s mouth, hand sliding onto the boy’s waist to push him flush against him, “You trained him well, Hyung,” he sighs, as Jeongguk bites playfully into his jaw, like a puppy who wants to draw the attention back to him.

“You thought I wasn’t good, Jimin-ssi?” Jeongguk mumbles, his hand disappearing in between their bodies. 

He cannot see it from the angle, but he can hear it in Jimin’s mouth when Jeongguk touches him there. Yoongi closes his eyes, pressing his fingers around the tip of his cock so he doesn’t cum just for that, Jeongguk’s cheekiness lighting up a heat on his lower belly that almost shook him out of his core. 

“Wanna see how I make Hyung cum for me? I’m good at that too,” He tells him, Jimin squirms under his touch once again, relaxing into the mattress as Jeongguk pushes his hand up again, leaking the precum from his palm and showing it back to Jimin first, and then to Yoongi.

When Jeongguk’s eyes go back to him, his stare turns lustier at seeing him touching himself at the sight. He looks at his cock with hunger in his eyes, but Yoongi won’t let him do it now, even as much as he wants to, he is not going to teach him how to suck cock in front of Jimin, as much as his belly tightens at the thought. So he keeps moving his hand over his shaft, taking off his boxers and getting a little closer with his knees as Jeongguk wraps him by the back, kissing him furiously even when he’s still sat over his best friend. 

His mouth feels bruised over his lips as the boy presses him flush to his side, the kiss is languid and dump all over, saliva dripping from their commissures as they bite into each other's lips. Yoongi presses the tip of his cock against Jeongguk, who moans into his mouth at the hard contact, nails on his back digging deeper into his skin.

“Fuck,” Jimin moans as Jeongguk’s weight goes limp as Yoongi kisses him deeper, sitting right over Jimin’s hard cock. “Fuck, Hyung please lift him a little—fuck,” he pleads, out of breath. 

He lifts Jeongguk up, manhandling him carefully to lay him right next to Jimin, not breaking the kiss not even for a second as he presses one of his legs in between his groin, the other one in between the boy’s thigh and Jimin’s, who Yoongi brings a little bit closer by the cloth of Namjoon’s shirt. He leaves his hand on his chest, caressing his friend gently as he kisses Jeongguk so hard that he starts to squirm under him, hips lifting up so he can brush his hard on into his thigh and his hip.

“Kiss Min-ah a little bit more,” he commands, breaking away from the kiss, mouth swollen and tingling as he bites his inner lip to contain himself from diving back down. “Want to watch you a little bit more, can you both do that for Hyung?”

“Please,” Jeongguk begs, mouth parted open as he lets Yoongi suck from his bottom lip for a few more seconds, still hungry for more; but he has to contain himself, he still wants to prolong the show a little bit longer.

When he towers over them, sitting back over Jeongguk’s thigh, Jimin doesn’t lose time before he presses his side to the boy, Yoongi’s hand moving to his friend’s waist keeping him locked in place as he dives down into Jeongguk’s mouth, Jimin’s legs tangling in between theirs as he lets the weight of his limp over his best friend. This time the movements are hungrier, Jimin still moves with a patience that looks as torturing as blazing, but his body sways against Jeongguk as he presses his palm over the boy’s neck, his tongue showing on the side of the boy’s mouth as he licks him around. 

It’s a beautiful show to see, so sinful that he wishes he could video it for Namjoon to delight himself as well, to enjoy how their beautiful boys are so lost in each other’s lips with a type of passion that’s different that everything else; not even that makes him jealous, the joy of having such a view is something that he can’t even wish to deny. 

There’s something on their matched aura that Yoongi can’t properly put to words, it’s something about the way they touch each other, almost looks like a girly play, what he imagines it probably feels when you kissing your best friend when you are high out of your mind and giggling into their lips, soft hands all over each others curves but not gripping, just caressing the skin with a gentleness that turns lusty under his predatory eyes. 

“Ggukie,” Jimin whispers onto his lips, the boy nuzzles his nose softly as his eyes flutter open, glistening. “Can I kiss Hyung?” He inquires, voice merely a thread. Jeongguk looks back at him for a second, his stare dark with lust yet his brows furrow slightly at it, but Yoongi doesn’t say anything, he tries for his body not to as well, it is not his decision to make after all. But a shiver runs through his veins as he asks the boy for it, friend to friend, as if Yoongi were his property. He knows he is, but hearing the indirect implication has his veins rushing in a disarming high, “It’s okay if you don’t want to, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Jeongguk mumbles, letting his hand fall limp to the side as he unlatches from Jimin, “That would be fair, I guess.”

Yoongi senses the hesitation in his tone, so he slides his hand to intertwine his fingers with Jeongguk who looks at him instantly, his furrowed brows softening at the contact. 

“We won’t do it if you don’t want to,” Yoongi reassures, his voice hoarse with lust. The boy shakes his head at that, as if he was trying to fight his own childish jealousy, looking back at Jimin, who didn’t look back at Yoongi once.

“I want you to, but—” he sighs, pout appearing on his lips as an instinct, “Don’t touch each other that much, not—there.”

“Cock,” Yoongi laughs, ripping a giggle out of Jimin. Jeongguk blushes, rolling his eyes at him to which Yoongi responds by gripping his hand tighter. “You can say cock, don’t pretend you don’t love to say it.”

“Well your cock is mine, Yoongi-Hyung,” he says, a little bit condescendingly, huffing at the end of his sentence. “But you can kiss him, Jimin-ssi,” he looks back at his friend, his eyes softening even if his pout is still persistent. “I promise it’s okay.”

Yoongi knows there’s a little bit of jealousy still raging there, and that, more than anything, is what makes him push Jimin up. The need to see Jeongguk’s reaction to them, to the way Yoongi pulls him flush against his lips. 

Jimin gasps, body relaxing under his palm that’s pressing on his lower back as his lips move slowly over his, moist and puffy. It’s hot, of course it is because Jeongguk is whining under him as he grips his fingers tighter, because Yoongi has been hard for ages now, and his cock feels like it’s about to burst with the situation they have gotten themselves into.

He feels Jimin’s palm lingering over his chest, so Yoongi takes his hand off his back to grab him by the wrist, to push him to slide his hand down his body as he is aching to do. It makes him feel somehow powerful, his ego bursting at having probably the most beautiful boys on earth at his mercy, disarming under him so smoothly, as if he was injecting himself through their veins like an intoxicating drug.

“Hyung,” Jeongguk whines, his hand pulling a little from his grip to call his attention, “Hyung let me touch your cock, please.”

“Go ahead baby, ” He huffs over Jimin’s lips, “Touch Hyung.”

“Fucking hell,” Jimin moans, biting from his lower lip, “You’re both so fucking hot.”

Yoongi chuckles at the same time Jeongguk giggles, the boy’s hand now losing his grip. He doesn’t see him reach, too focused on Jimin’s lips as the boy wraps his hand around his cock, starting to move his wrist in a smooth movement that has him trembling in relief, grunting right over Jimin’s mouth which has the boy licking into it, kissing him deeper one more time.

“Your cock is so hard, Hyung,” Jeongguk utters, velvety voice charged in lust. “Are you going to cum for me?” He thrusts into his hands as an answer, which makes the boy tighten his grip, thumb sliding over the tip to spread the precum that’s leaking off his fingers, “Look at me, Hyung.” He demands, voice whiny in jealousy. Yoongi kisses Jimin’s lips softly one more time, easing both of them down as Jeongguk squirms under him to get his attention back, “Hyuuung,” he cries, and that makes him unlatch from his friend, towering in front of Jeongguk with both hands on the side of his head, eyes boring through each other, hips thrusting against his grip.

The boy is pouty, eyes glistening in a tantrum that’s tainted in lust. He smiles at the sight, puffy face looking so adorable with overflow, tainted crimson all over. 

“I’m looking, baby,” he grunts, knees pressed on the bed as he starts to fuck harder into his hands, “You look so fucking pretty, my filthy bunny,” Jeongguk grips thighter, whining at the words, “You just want Hyung paying attention to you, is that it? Want Hyung just for you, baby?”

“Yes,” he cries, closing his eyes in shame, “Cum all over me, please Hyung. Want Jimin-ssi to see it.”

“Want him to see how I mark you?” 

“Please, Hyung. Want him to see how good I make you feel, how much you want me,” he sounds desperate as he pleads, Jimin gasps next to them as his filthy words fill out the room.

Yoongi can’t contain himself anymore, the friction on his cock and the heaviness of the situation tighten his lower belly, making him spill over the boy’s hard cock and into his chest, still fucking onto his wrist to ride his orgasm that has his limbs trembling as he fights the arousal not to make him melt right there over his body. Jeongguk looks pleased as his movements start to slow down, unwrapping his sticky hand from his cock that drops tired onto his abs as he takes his hand up to his face, as he licks his hand clean with a satisfied smile, cum pulling on his tongue, he stares back at Jimin, swallowing right next to his face, licking his lips before pulling him into a kiss that has his friend screeching in surprise at the sudden attack. 

He lays himself over the other side of Jeongguk’s body, lips latching to the boy’s tilted neck as his hand slides down to his cock, wet with Yoongi’s cum. His movements are soft, wrist moving with no sense of hurry as he lets the boy whine into Jimin’s mouth, sliding his tongue up to the height of his chest, sucking with more aim as he tries to mark the skin, biting enough to make Jeongguk tremble under his touch, arching his back as Yoongi’s rhythm is slowly making him disarm under both of them.

“Hyung,” He mewls as Yoongi bites from his nipple, “Hyung, please—” 

“Please what?” He urges, looking up with his mouth attached to his chest, “Tell Hyung, what do you want?” He bites around the areola, rasping his teeth until they latch again to the hard, wet nipple.

“I wanna cum,” he cries, voice desperate and rushed, “Hyung please, let me cum.”

“What do you say, Min-ah?” He asks devilishly, smirk tainting his lips as he watches Jimin’s flustered face look back at him, eyes dark with lust, lips shiny with their spit. 

“He deserves it,” Jimin answers, his hand sliding to the nipple that’s waiting to get abused as well, “He’s been good.”

“The best,” he grunts, wrist starting to move faster to search for the boy’s release. “The best boy, my cute, desperate bunny.”

Jeongguk melts into his climax, quivering body arching from the bed as he spurts over his chest staining Yoongi’s skin as well, hand dripping with his cum as he keeps moving even as the boy’s body goes limp under him, cock spent. His desperate moans have turned into soft, needy whimpers that call out to him, and Yoongi is desperate to answer to his luring call. 

He slides up so they are face to face, the boy fluttering his eyes open as he senses him, glassy and needy as he nuzzles his face in his cheek, body turning smaller under his. 

“You should feed him my cum, Hyung,” Jimin gasps at that, but when Yoongi’s eyes dart back to him for a second, he looks more flustered than shocked. “Just one finger,” he adds. 

He lifts his hands up slowly, watching Jimin’s reaction to see what he should do. The boy parts his lips up as Yoongi presses his index finger onto his mouth, his knuckles staining his chain in cum as he pops Yoongi’s finger clean. When he swallows Yoongi can see that the boy is about to burst, in the way that his body twitches in need, his legs starting to squirm closer together to create some friction for his cock. 

“Go back to Joon, Min-ah. He must be waiting for you,” he tells him, Jeongguk pulls him back to his lips one more time to give him a short kiss goodbye. “Tell him we’ll talk tomorrow, okay?”

Jimin nods, trembling body sliding off the bed as he rushes to the door, seconds later they hear Namjoon’s door shut in urgency, followed by a hard thump that sends them both into a burst of laughter. He hides into Jeongguk's neck, sliding completely over his body and letting himself go limp over the boy, not caring about the mess that they’ll have to clean later, or how earlier they will have to wake up to get a proper shower. 

“Hyung, that was so hot,” Jeongguk mumbles, fingers massaging his scalp gently as he lazily kisses the crook of his neck. 

“It was,” he admits, “You and Jimin looked—it was otherworldly, I don’t even know if I can put it into words.”

“You should write a song,” he jokes, but Yoongi would love to turn them into a song if he could. 

“You just look really pretty when a pretty boy is kissing you,” that makes Jeongguk blush harder than anything they did previously.

“Maybe that’s why they all stare at us so much then,” He can hear the smug smile on his face, and Yoongi is glad to be hiding into his neck because he is probably blushing at the words.

He is not used to being called pretty, yet there’s a part of him that rejoices at the thought of Jeongguk finding him that way.

“I loved that you got a little bit jealous,” he confesses, chest heaving at the reminder, changing the topic back to him. “How desperate you got for my attention.”

“It was so hot but at the same time—I wanted to rip you away from him, you’re just mine, Hyung,” he sighs, Yoongi can feel the pout forming against his skin and he can’t help but his neck tenderly, “I really liked this, but I don’t want to actually have to share you, I like that it’s just me, at least in between us, I will never be your first at anything but here I like that you just see me.”

His words light up a drum party inside his chest that’s echoing around his veins, jumping inside his bones. 

And maybe the boy doesn’t know, not yet. But he is the first at making him feel something like that, something akin to whatever love might mean, something like this aggressive affection that grows tighter on his chest everyday, that he doesn’t know how he will fit it inside his body if it keeps being fed so gently.

“You might not be the first,” he states, mouth slowly trailing up to his face, leaving a slow, superficial kiss on his lips, “But I’ve never been like this for anyone else.”

“Like how?” 

“Crazy, desperate, constantly hungry,” he bites playfully into his mouth, eyes boring into each other with an intensity that feels deeper than ever, as if they were thrown into an universe that was just built around them, “Like I just want to be around you, I want you close, I want you all over me,” he sighs, cleaning his hand into the bedsheets before pressing it into the boy’s cheek where the mark of his palm has almost fainted. He leans into it as Yoongi caresses his cheek with his thumb, “I want to hear you sing, I want to see you dancing, I just want you. I need you.”

“Ah, Hyung,” he is blushing all over, face scrunching at the embarrassment that’s soft all around, “You just make me so happy,” he hides his face onto his hand, kissing his palm softly before pressing his cheek back to it; Yoongi holds him gently, “I want to be around you too, I want you to be mine. Please don’t get tired of me, don’t leave me for someone else.”

He huffs with a smile pulling from his lips as he closes his eyes, pressing their foreheads together, his heart about to burst out of his mouth and all over the cause of it all. 

“Jeongguk-ie, Jagiya,” their lips are brushing as he whispers, Jeongguk’s mouth parting wide in a gasp at the words, “You will be begging to get rid of me, I’m never going to let you go.”

“I wouldn’t beg for that,” he mouths breathlessly.

“Great, because I wouldn’t let you go anyway, you’re mine now.”

“And you’re mine too, even if you kissed Jimin-ah” he scoffs, licking into his mouth teasingly. 

“I’ve always been yours,” Yoongi admits, ripping a gleeful melody from his throat, “I was just waiting for you to notice it.”

;

After that day, things shifted a little between Jeongguk and Jimin. They are just closer, somehow, if that was even possible. Every time Jeongguk is not next to him, he knows he has to find Jimin to find him too.

Jeongguk couldn’t sit down properly for an entire week, which has all of them thriving in laughter as the boy squints every time he forgets, letting his body down so hard it has him hissing in pain. Yoongi brushes his neck every time, reminding him how good he was for him, and every time the boy’s muscles go pliant at the touch, humming in content at his words of reassurance.

Namjoon and he talked about what happened, to which Namjoon feigned nonchalance even though his eyes were on fire, even though Yoongi knows that it’s haunting his soul somehow. But there are other things haunting Namjoon’s soul, Yoongi notices, it’s in the way he seems distracted, far away from them, even when Jimin is sitting right by his side.

He doesn’t dwell on it, he will give Namjoon time to fix his own problems, he doesn’t want to ogle too much and have the boy jumping over him, he kissed Jimin, so even though he is not mad Yoongi fears he could be if the wrong buttons were pressed. 

So they just talk about them both, about letting them be close to each other, because they are trying to lock them in, anyway, because they are the only thing each of those boys know and maybe it’s a little bit selfish, maybe they feel a little bit guilty for stripping them from the world, but even as those feeling climb to his throat he doesn’t think he would do anything differently. 

Even as predatory as it makes him feel somedays, as dirty, like such a disgusting liar as every veil of vulnerability that the boy shows to him falls down like rose petals, he wouldn’t have it in himself to ever put a stop to such an addictive substance that’s rushing through his veins in warm heat that’s pumping toxins to his brain.

That night Yoongi had to stay late with Namjoon, coming back to their apartment almost at two am. They let the boys know earlier, who seemed a little bit pouty about it but they let it go when Namjoon reprimands Jimin, Jeongguk rolling his eyes in his direction which pushes a chuckle out of him that he doesn’t let anyone else but his boy hear and see.

They are sprawled on the couch, Jimin laying over Jeongguk’s chest, head hidden into his neck and both of them are almost fully naked, just their briefs on. Yoongi can imagine their cocks are brushing, probably semi-hard already. And he is not an idiot, he knows they were probably touching each other further, maybe not kisses, maybe not kisses on each other’s lips , but he can see it on Jeongguk’s fluttering stare, on the way that he licks his grin lazily as he looks up at Yoongi.

When Jeongguk looks at him with a languid demeanour, he can’t help the pang of jealousy spreading down his body. He knows Jimin is not a threat, he knows that he let them touch each other, and he is seeing that they aren’t at least not now, yet, unreasonably, there’s acid bubbling up his throat as he crosses the living room, brushing his eyes with the palm of his hand as he directs himself to the kitchen for a glass of water.

“Hyung?” Jeongguk’s voice is careful as he appears on the threshold, he hears Jimin mumbling something to Namjoon and then both of them disappear to the bathroom. Yoongi takes a large sip of water before storing the bottle in the fridge again, turning around to look at Jeongguk’s inquiring bambi eyes. “Aren’t you going to give me a kiss?”

Yoongi huffs as his heart rushes, excited at the prospect. He hasn’t been able to tone it down, to calm the way that his body reacts so easily to him, almost as an impulse, a mere instinct that turns him into a stupid animal when he is around such a pretty prey.

“Did something happen?” He wonders, furrowing his brows as he takes a step closer to him. Yoongi shakes his head, averting his eyes as he tries to find a way not to make himself sound so stupid and petty. 

“No, everything’s okay,” his tone is even, but that doesn’t comfort Jeongguk at all, who takes a step further until Yoongi can not escape him anymore.

It’s difficult to pretend that he doesn’t care at all about Jeongguk being so hot, so naked in the kitchen, not caring for anyone else seeing him like that, seeing the marks over his chest that Yoongi keeps leaving for them to see. It’s difficult not to jump all over him, to have him beg right there for anyone else to find them like that, for them to see who Jeongguk belongs to.

“Why are you like this?” He huffs, eyes turning glassy on the edges. It makes his heart melt as the fear takes over his face, “Did I do something?”

“No, is stupid, don’t worry.” Yoongi dismisses him, trying to pass through him but Jeongguk grabs him by the wrist to make him look back again, a glinting stare filled with questions and determination, “Jeongguk, stop. I just wanna go to sleep.”

“No!” He screeches, Yoongi is sure that probably all of them heard it from their rooms, “I want to know why you're mad at me! What did I do? Why don’t you wanna kiss me anymore?”

“Because I’m jealous,” He whispers in a rush, voice sharp and raspy. “I know it doesn’t make sense because I let you do it and I fucking like it,” Jeongguk’s eyes darken at that, a smirk trembling on his commissure, “But I can’t help but get jealous when I walk in and I find you laying down so intimately with someone else, even if it’s Jimin.”

“I can stop touching Jimin—”

“No, I don’t want you to,” He commands, Jeongguk gasps at the answer, eyes looking down to Yoongi’s hard on, cheeks blushing at the realization. 

“Fuck, Hyung,” Yoongi shakes his head, turning away to walk down to the room, but Jeongguk follows him fastly, pulling him back to his side as they are about to arrive to his door, hungry stare as he grabs him by the hem of the shirt. “Hyung, I want you to teach me how to suck cock, your cock,” he takes a step back, pulling them into the room finally. Yoongi closes the door with his feet, lower belly still tingling under Jeongguk’s stare, “Teach me, professor-Nim.”

Yoongi pulls him into his lips by the neck, a fierce kiss as he starts to push him back to the bed in a hurry, his cock desperate to be released already, desperate to comply with Jeongguk's wishes. Everything brushes away from his thoughts as the desire piles up, and as he pushes the boy into the bed he thinks that he will have to learn a little bit more of self control when it’s just the two of them. He will do it, he will practice it slowly, but not tonight. 

“Is that what you were planning all along?” He huffs, rolling his hips down. He thinks Jeongguk is capable of doing it, that he will probably do it intentionally from now on, just to spike him up, just to drive him mad so he can kiss him hungrily, so he can bite from his mouth as if trying to leave a mark for everyone else to see who does the boy belong to.

“No,” he admits, biting from his upper lip, “But you look too hot when you get all possessive,” his voice is breathy against his lips, “just want to show you I’m just yours.”

“You are,” he grunts, letting the boy take of his shirt in a desperate movement, hands gripping to his back, “But you don’t have to stop—”

“I know,” he licks his lips, hands going to the waistband of his trousers, playfully playing with it, “I wouldn't dare to stop if it gets you this hard.”

Jeongguk rolls them on the bed easily, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he takes control of the situation. Yoongi lets him for now, he lets the boy rejoice in the way that he has him hissing under his touch as he slides his hand down his waistband to tease around his shaft, moving his hips down against his belly so Yoongi can feel how hard he is as well, how desperate. 

“How long have you wanted this, Hyung?” He wonders as he takes his pants off, pressing himself in between his thighs, body sprawled on the edge of the bed. 

The image is sinful in a way that has his cock twitching with desire, Jeongguk’s body so eagers as he lays in between him, head pressed on his naked thigh as he looks at him through his eyelashes, orbs a glimmering dark hole as a sly grin taints his flushed cheeks. He leaves a wet kiss on Yoongi’s navel, right to his hard cock that’s leaking over his belly already. 

“Because I’ve been thinking about this for so long Hyung,” he admits, the tip of his finger brushing teasingly over the length of the shaft up to the slit, “For years,” he adds, leaving another soft kiss on his sensitive belly, now much closer to the tip. 

“Fuck, baby,” he huffs, closing his eyes as Jeongguk presses his tongue on his balls, licking up to his tip to clean the precum that’s spurting from his aching cock, “You want Hyung’s cock that much? You’ve been touching yourself to it?”

“Yeah,” his eyes dart back to his cock, licking his lips as he let it linger there, “Want you filling me out, want my mouth to be sore after taking you.”

He can’t help but thrust his hips up, cock brushing against Jeongguk’s face as he does, which takes out a gleeful sound out of his lips before pushing his mouth around the tip. He has to fight with his body not to close his eyes at the pleasure that pulls up on his loins, burning a fire down his body as the boy’s shiny lips stretch around his length, brows furrowed as he closes his eyes, suckling from his tip as he tastes the precum, humming in satisfaction as he starts to slowly move his head down to take everything that he can. 

The boy is concentrated as he pushes down, spit starts to pull down from his commissures as he struggles to get everything down his throat. He makes a displeased sound that vibrates against his cock, he stays there for a few seconds, taking as much as he can and licking around, still fighting a little to push the other half of his cock into his mouth, making a mess that’s start to tickle down his groin as the boy huffs harder. His cock twitches hard at the eagerness, at the way he looks so immensely cute as he struggles to get every inch of his cock in his mouth, as he sucks his cheeks to create more friction around him, shiny lips flushing red and swollen, stretched so wide that Yoongi wonders if it’s already starting to hurt.

“Relax your throat, baby,” he tells him, hand going to his cheek, caressing his neck first as he slides his fingers to his jaw, thumb pressed on the skin to feel himself under it, which makes his cock leak an amount of precum that makes the boy choke a little, spurting fluids over his cock as he lifts his head up, eyes opening up to look at Yoongi as he takes a deep breath from his mouth. 

He presses the thumb over the white fluids that are messing up his chin, feeding him from it as the boy rubs into the bed, eyes wide in lust as he swallows every drop. 

This time, when Jeongguk sucks him in, he listens to his advice. His cock hits the tip of his throat that opens up for him, Jeongguk’s mouth almost over the base of his navel, he whimpers contently around his length, pressing his tongue tighter over it, brows furrowed in concentration as he lets Yoongi press from his cheek, moving his hips slowly to feel his cock slide inside his mouth. 

“That’s right baby, such a perfect mouth,” he grunts, still thrusting into his mouth, keeping his face locked in place to make him take it, “Made just for your Hyung’s cock.”

The boy makes a sound of agreement that has his commissures pulling with saliva, his precum starting to spread on his lips as he keeps moving sinfully slow. Jeongguk starts to rub on the bed, hips desperate with the friction as Yoongi pats his cheek gently, loosening his grip to let him continue the job.

Which he does marvelously, it’s sloppy all over as he keeps on concentrating on taking him to the very last inch every time he pulls his head down, moaning sinfully when his nose hits against his navel. He stays there for a second until his throat can’t handle it anymore, spitting all over his cock as he lifts his head up, hands twitching over his belly as the pants over his hard cock, sighing softly as he licks the precum preventing it to fall against his skin, as if he didn’t want to waste any drop.

He has been having wet dreams about this for so long, but it’s even better, filthier than he could have ever imagined as he touched himself to his perverted thoughts. 

Yoongi doesn’t think he will last much longer, his tongue thirsty as he laps all over him, hips rubbing harder onto the bed as soon as he pushes his cock inside his warmth mouth that now engulfs him with a better technique, even if it’s still messy on the sides, Yoongi hopes that will keep happening, he loves to see his pretty little face so ruined and shiny with fluids as he sucks from him as if he was starving and his cock was the greatest feast. 

“Fuck, you are a natural at it, my good boy,” he scratches his scalp before intertwining his fingers on the strands, “I’m gonna cum soon.”

“Cum on my mouth, want to taste you, Hyungie” his voice is hoarse as he lets his head up, tongue moving over his tip as he looks up at Yoongi with stars in his eyes, with a new universe discovered in them.

This time Jeongguk’s rhythm gets even sloppier, hungry for Yoongi’s release. He his rubbing himself as desperately as he moves his hips against the bed, his throat making wicked noises that choke up into his cock echoing around the room and buzzing his brain, his belly pulls up in heat as Jeongguk’s hands try to grasp from it, throat relaxing to let his cock rest on the back of his throat as he starts to spill inside his warmth, the boy shivers visibly, hips getting desperate as he whines against his cock, the movements making him choke on the tip and release in a cough, mouth wet with spit and his fluids all around as he hides it in Yoongi’s stomach, lapping until the very last drop as he rides his own climax that tingles around his girth. 

He lifts his head up by his strands, his chin pressing right next to his spent cock. He flutters his eyelids up with a hazy smile, licking his lips clean as he purrs against his skin, leaving a wet trail of kisses as he cleans his body up, starting from his belly until he arrives to his cock again, easily swallowing it down completely now, flaccid inside his mouth, pouring just a little bit more into it as he pops it clean, satisfied smile taking over his face as he starts to climb up his torso lazily. 

Yoongi feels hazy as the boy crawls over him, he feels caged as a prey, as if Jeongguk was a hunter who just fed from his victim. And this is a new feeling, one he likes, seeing the boy so hungry it turns him a little bit devilish on the edges, the starvation driving him mad. Even when he just came in his boxers, he still looks as if he wanted every last drop of his blood. 

And Yoongi will give it to him, even if it dries him up for life.

“Did you like it, Hyung?” He sighs, fluttering his eyes in innocence as he leaves a soft, superficial kiss, letting him taste himself on his lips. Yoongi licks his lips smugly, which has Jeongguk’s chest vibrating against him,“Was I good?”

“The best,” he assures, hand sliding down to Jeongguk’s ass, still a little sore from their play last week. He relaxes as he starts caressing his strands softly, mouth melting over his commissures, “It didn’t feel like your first.”

He huffs, Yoongi can see him flushing even with his eyes closed. He can feel it in the way the boy twitches over him, on the way that he hides his face into his neck.

“I may have practiced a little,” he whispers, voice so low, as if he didn’t want Yoongi to hear him.

“How?” His voice is raspy, his brain too fuzzy still to even worry about his words.

“A banana?” Yoongi can’t help but laugh out loud at that, the sound filling up the room in endearment as the boy squirms more into his skin, hands gripping tighter against his biceps as if he was asking him to stop.  “It’s not funny, I was practicing for you!” he remarks, but his voice sounds soft on the edges.

“I’m sorry, you’re just too cute,” he huffs, endeared at his words, even if it makes his lower belly tighten at the prospect. His words make the boy grip him tighter, a noise of embarrassed annoyance slipping out his throat.

“I don’t wanna be cute!”

“Well there’s nothing you can do about it, you’re just the cutest living thing,” Yoongi can hear it too, the way his voice sounds so soft, almost a purr as he nuzzles his nose against the boy’s scalp, inhaling deeply letting the cotton candy smell ease his senses even more. 

“I just had your cock in my mouth, don’t call me cute.”

“If it makes you feel any better, you’re also the hottest,” he confesses, Jeongguk bites him playfully at that, “I don’t know how you do it, how you can be so cute and so hot at the same time, you’ll drive me insane.”

“I can live with that,” he mumbles, voice still raspy from the blowjob, “I would take care of you forever even if you went insane.”

He shakes his head in endeared disbelief, Jeongguk giggles over his skin as his hand tightens playfully on his neck.

“Let’s try for that not to happen, so I can take care of you as well.”

“Well, that sounds good too,” Jeongguk moves his head a little to the side to look up at him, a starry night filling his orbs, “But if you went insane, you would be mine forever. So maybe I’ll keep trying.”

Yoongi doesn’t have anything else to say, his heart shaking his body up in a warm fuzz that has him feeling lighter on the bed. So he just kisses him, until they start to breathe from each other’s lungs and Jeongguk’s whimpers start to soften down over his lips.

;

Everything keeps running smoothly in between them, as if their boldness and their lack of intentions of hiding were igniting something on the others as well, Taehyung and Jimin have turned cheekier than ever, leaving Seokjin and Namjoon in a state of shock and embarrassed hunger that they are learning to fight off slowly. 

Somehow, it makes them all be closer than ever, as if their friendship had turned into a messy family dynamic; his family, one Yoongi wants to protect at all costs. 

They all seem to want that, to put a crystal dome around their lives and just take care of each other, even when they are being professionals there’s a domesticity that pulls them tighter every day, finding them sprawled over the living room, talking nonsense after dinner until one of them starts kissing, usually it’s Jeongguk the one that starts it all, sending them all in a frenzy that rips a loud sighs from their friends (it’s always Seokjin), but as he’s pushing his hands under Jeongguk’s clothes they can always hear the other doors shutting hard, which has them laughing into each other’s skin every time. 

This time is not different, except maybe, it is a little, because Jeongguk’s eyes are quivering in wonder for the first time in a while. The boy has grown more confident as the weeks passed, as he kept perfecting himself, mastering every single thing that Yoongi showed him, absorbing it perfectly and getting better every time, hands sneakier and firmer over his body, knowing exactly where to press to have Yoongi under his palm.

He knows what Jeongguk does, even when he pretends not to, he just lets the boy think that he is luring him in smoothly. He lets him indulge in it, because he loves to see it, he loves to hear Jeongguk talk dirty to him to rile him up, he loves to feel the boy rubbing up against his body to show him how hard and desperate he’s made him. 

So he just lets him do as he pleases, even when the boy sneaks into the bathroom to blow him in the shower, even when Jeongguk touches him a little bit more than he should when they are around other people. The boy always shrugs Soekjin’s stares off, which makes him grow prouder every time. 

“Hyung,” he mumbles, lips already swollen from the kissing, “Want you to touch me.”

“Where?” He presses, hand gripping him from his thigh to pull him flush against the bed.

The boy whimpers as he gets manhandled, his free leg spreading wider to the side as he looks up at him. Yoongi wonders what would happen if they dared to stop, if he would enter into a withdrawal spiral. 

“I want you to touch my hole,” he closes his eyes, licking his lips as Yoongi’s hand presses harder into his meat, sliding down to his ass, “I want you to start preparing me for your cock, please.”

Yoongi grunts at that, cock twitching as the words fill out the damp atmosphere. His lips attach to Jeongguk’s nipple, hand sliding to his inner thigh to press his legs open to the sides, ripping a gasp out of him as his hand moves down slowly down his cheek, fingers teasing into his crack as he presses his mouth over his nipples.

“Want Hyung to stretch you open, mhm?” He grunts, finger pushing down to brush his rim that tightens at the intrusion, making him huff against his skin. “You will have to relax for me then, baby.”

“Hyung,” he whispers, as if he was about to tell him a secret, “I stole your lube from your drawer.”

Yoongi laughs at that, sliding over the boy to leave a hungry kiss on his lips, amused and turned on as well at the prospect of Jeongguk thinking about this so much that he got ready in advance. 

“Good bunny, one step ahead,” he mumbles onto his lips, which has a pleasing purr vibrating on the boy’s chest as he parts his lips open for him, “When did you do it?” He inquires, stretching his hand to search on the night table, finding the bottle easily to drop it next to them. “Did you use it already?” His voice goes an octave lower, Jeongguk shudders over him.

“No, I didn’t,” he whispers, but the quiver in his voice sells how much he thought about it, “I took it when you started sleeping here, I thought we might need it someday.”

“Mhm, you always knew you’d want your Hyung’s cock, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” he sighs breathlessly, “I also knew how much you wanted to put it in me.”

Yoongi manhandles him to turn him around, his cock laying hard over his lower back, ripping a laughter that’s mixed with surprise as he lifts his hips up, sliding the dirty pillow they keep to push it under him so his ass is up, legs spread to the sides for Yoongi to sit in between, hands gripping onto the skin of his ass as he spreads his cheeks up, watching the tight rim that flutters open a little when he brushes it with his finger, fighting to relax against his touch.

He takes the lube, pouring it down his fingers and a little bit onto his crack, which makes the boy hiss as the cold fluids hit him, legs trembling on his sides. 

When he starts to press one finger inside he squirms desperately, body shaking as his hips move down against the pillow, tightening around the intrusion so hard that it makes him twitch at the thought of it around his cock. He pushes it deeper, fucking him slow with his index to the point that Jeongguk’s body is shaking so badly Yoongi is afraid he is trying to slide away, or to cum right there.

“‘s it okay?” He wonders, hand pressed on his lower back to keep his trembling body steady, fingers scratching over his skin,“Want Hyung to stop?”

“No!” He cries, Yoongi can hear the desperation on his voice, ass pushing against his finger as he relaxes his rim. “It feels good, it’s a little weird—but ah, fuuuck,” his body melts as Yoongi presses his fingertip hard over the prostate so pleasure overcomes his body to haze his mind, “Do that again, please—”

His voice breaks in a moan that he shuts against the pillow as Yoongi pushes his finger onto it again, slowly starting to ease another against his rim. He opens up his cheek with the other palm to look at the way that he is disappearing inside the boy, his hard cock leaking precum onto the boy’s thigh as he pushes both his fingers in until his knuckles disappear around the muscle. 

He can't resist the urge to spit over him, his saliva disappearing into his hole as he keeps fucking him languidly with his fingers, caging his hips so the boy can’t move against them, letting him do all the work as his knuckles get sucked into his hungry hole. 

He avoids his prostate for a while, knowing that it would easily send him over the edge, and wanting to enjoy the way that Jeongguk starts to melt under him, rhythmic whimpers that match his movements as his rim starts to loosen up, molding up to him slowly. 

“Another,” He begs, his leg kicking on his side as Yoongi brushes over his prostate teasingly, “Please, Hyung.”

“One more,” he tells him, already brushing his fingertip slowly around the rim trying to make space for it, “I don’t want you to be too sore after.”

“Don’t care, I want that,” his cries are muffled as he hides himself again, whiny with desperation. “Want it harder too, please Hyung.”

Yoongi gives him a moment to adjust to the new addition, his fingers are thick so Jeongguk’s he guesses the stretch might be feeling overwhelming, judging by the way the boy screeches, biting into the pillow to muffle his pitchy sounds. 

Once he relaxes around him again and his body starts to go limp, that’s when he starts to move his hand faster, his thumb spreading his cheek even wider as he pushes his hips down with force, his cock caged in friction as he starts to press over the boy’s prostate.

When he cums his entire body convulses into the bed, legs kicking involuntarily as he keeps fucking onto him with aim, riding him through his sweet orgasm that’s resonating around the entire city probably, as he breaks into tears while Yoongi keeps fucking him. 

It’s an image so beautiful it borders on the obscene, his twitching damp body starting to go lax under his touch. Even as his limbs fall to his sides, muscles melted in relaxation, his rim keeps pulsating sinfully around his fingers; it has his hard cock leaking in aching need. 

He’s still too hungry to let him go that easily, so he presses his cock over his asscheek, right next to where his fingers are still moving slowly around, the muscles still sucking him in deliciously, the overstimulation starting to convulse his body softly at the stretch that keeps abusing his hole. 

He starts to thrust his hips against his shaky skin, taking his fingers out just when the heat on his belly becomes too tight, Jeongguk whining in desperation at the sudden emptiness, lifting his hips in a desperate plea for more. He strokes himself, pressing the tip against the moist entrance that’s aching to suck him in. The stimulation from the warm, damp contraction that feels like a sinful taste of heaven has his him giving up to his climax, his seed falling right inside the boy’s open rim that’s trying to suck every drop in as the boy cries pitifully, receiving him red in hunger, glistening with fluids that are now getting thicker as they drop into his skin and down his hole.

He feels hungry with power as he watches the mess that he made of his body, it has his jaw tingling with the ache for more.

“Fuck,” his voice sounds completely broken, still desperate even when he’s spent, “Fuck, is so hot. I can feel you inside me, fuck— it tickles,” his body is still convulsing with his soft, overwhelmed sobs, as Yoongi collects the remains with his tip to make sure that every drops is inside him, brushing his cock onto his ass and lower back as he towers over him, kissing his back and onto his nape on the way.

The boy’s body is spasming in tears of pleasure and vulnerability, so Yoongi keeps kissing him along his neck and shoulder, closing the boy’s legs with his own to cover him completely, making sure that he will not start to drip out.

“You like that? Like feeling Hyung inside you?” He purrs against his skin, hand softly caressing his side to try to keep him grounded.

“Yes, I love it.” He confesses, face still hidden from his sight. Yoongi nuzzles under his ear, breathing heavily over his skin. “Makes me feel dirty.”

“Don’t let it slip then, clench your pretty hole for Hyung, want to make sure you stay full for a little while, get used to it,” his voice is raspy as he licks his skin, ripping a shudder from the boy that whimpers slowly, body tensing a little at his command. “Let me see you, bunny.”

When Jeongguk looks back at him his stare is glistening with tears, face puffy and moist with snot. He looks so beautiful, so gone and relaxed that it makes his heart beat faster, knowing that this pretty boy is just for him to ruin, to disarm, to devour whole.

“Thank you,” he cries, biting on his swollen lip.

“For what, baby?”

“For taking care of me,” he closes his eyes, nuzzling their noses together, “For breeding me too.”

“Such a dirty mouth,” he growls, biting from his bottom lip, “What am I gonna do with you?”

“Fuck me,” he smiles hazily, taking his tongue out to lick Yoongi’s lips teasingly, “That’s what you should do, Hyung. Fuck me good, and hard.”

“You bet that I will,” he grunts against his mouth, tongue brushing his lips hungrily before dipping into his mouth that’s lolled open for him, “But not tonight, have to prepare you well, we can’t have you skipping practices because you’re sore.”

“I’m not weak,” he remarks, but he sounds pleased at the words, as if the thought of Yoongi wrecking him sounded relaxing. “I can take you.”

“I know you can, but I want you to get used to it.”

“Mhm, wanna mold me for Hyung’s cock?” He wonders, breathlessly, back arching a little against his body. 

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I want, Jagiya,” he confesses, closing his eyes as he closes the short distance in between his lips, “It's like you can read my mind.”

;

“Fuck you!” Jimin scream startles him in his sleep, the door shutting with a force that explodes like a bomb around the dorm. 

Jeongguk stirrs in his sleep, frowning at the intrusion but relaxing once again as he feels Yoongi scrape his scalp slowly to ease him down. But that doesn’t last for long, as their door opens with a force that has the boy jumping on his sleep again, hand tightening on his chest as they both look at Jimin stumble furiously, half naked, into their room.

“What’s happening, Min-ah?” His voice is hoarse with sleep, but Jimin just averts an angry look in his direction, his guts twisting inside him as he feels it all start to rot inside his bones.

He feels his body paralyzing at the realization downs him, a bucket of ice cold water freezing the blood on his veins.

“Jeongguk get up,” Jimin demands, hand gripping over the boy’s wrist. Jeongguk whimpers, mumbling something in between his teeth as he tries to clutch harder onto him. “Jeongguk we need to talk.”

“Why?” He huffs, shaking his head, “‘m sleepy, we can talk tomorrow.”

“No we can’t!”

“Jimin—” Yoongi utters, voice quivering as he speaks.

“You shut the fuck up!” Jimin screams, tone completely taken over by the anger. 

That’s what has Jeongguk sitting down on the bed, his back to Yoongi as he faces his friend. Yoongi feels sick, even when the words are still not out yet, he feels twisted and guilty and tired already, knowing how much all of this will cost to all of them.

“Don’t talk to him like that,” Jeongguk’s voice comes out confused, anxious on the edges, “What is happening? Why can’t you stop screaming?”

“Because they are fucking betting on us—”

“That’s not true,” Yoongi’s voice comes out stern, ripping out a chuckle out of Jimin, who looks like he could tear the word down. He grips onto Jeongguk tighter, but the boy squirms around him, hesitant to his touch. 

“Then tell him the fucking truth,” he demands, and his throat ties in knots as his mind tries to rush through words, to try and find anything he could say to explain himself, but his brain is blank as the excuses don’t feel like enough, “Tell him what you talked about, how you had a fucking meeting to pick us as if we were your toys!”

His body is stiff, veins freezing cold as it all backfires over them, as his world collides right under his feet. Yoongi doesn’t even know what to answer, his brain glitching as all the excuses don’t feel like enough. 

“What is he talking about, Hyung?” Jeongguk’s voice sounds calm, but there’s a cold edge that has his heart stopping on his chest, his hand losing strength as he sits down next to him slowly, his limbs jittering with a level of anxiety he hasn’t felt take over his body in a long time.

“Tell him!” Jimin orders again, “Tell him how you all wanted to get our virginities, tell him how you fucking choose as like we are your fucking objects to play so you can satisfy yourselves!”

“Hyung,” Jeongguk’s voice is a plea now as he turns around to look at him, eyes desperate as he searches for an answer from him, as his eyes beg for a denial, “Is that true?”

“It wasn’t like that,” he utters, but his words sound more like a confirmation than anything else. Jeongguk stills right next to him, eyes glinting broken in distrust; and Yoongi believes he has never seen an image so utterly heartbreaking, “We—we did talk, yeah.” 

The confession sits heavy on the enclosing room, his mind fuzzy with fear as he still struggles to find an explanation, as his mind rushes through everything that happened so maybe he can try and make him grasp at least just a tiny little bit of how much he feels, of how much he wants him, of how much he knows that he fucked up. But there’s nothing, he can’t find anything that won’t make it even worse, that won’t push him to the edge of the abyss.

“Bunch of pigs,” Jimin mumbles enraged, his stomach twisting at the disgust from his friend. And even if Yoongi is dying to ask him to leave them alone for a few minutes, he knows that it will probably be for the worse. 

“So that’s all you wanted? You wanted to take our virginities so you could then talk about it with each other—” Jeongguk’s voice is pitchy, he can sense the anger starting to pull up in his body as he ties the strings inside his mind.

“No, Jagiya, please, it wasn’t like that, please listen to me,” he pleads, he sounds pitiful, probably he looks at it too as he pushes himself on his knees, at the same time Jeongguk stands up from the bed. 

Yoongi doesn’t know what he is begging for, what could he even say to make him listen, to make him understand that he would be nothing without him, that everything they have is more than just whatever that is happening, than whatever they agreed in desperation for them not to slip from their fingers.

When Yoongi tries to stretch his hand to him Jeongguk bolts away from the bed, looking at him with disgust, tears running down his face, lips quivering as he tries to urge the words out of his mouth. 

“Don’t call me that! What the fuck is wrong with you?” His voice breaks at the end, tone charged with disbelief. Yoongi can sense his body disarming by every molecule, he can sense his heart about to rip his chest open with pain and guilt, about to taint the mattress with all his sins to be left out in the open. “You just wanted me for this sick game! To prove to them that you could get me first? Guess what you won’t have me!”

Jeongguk takes a step back, colliding into Jimin’s chest who’s still threateningly staring at Yoongi like a furious mother taking care of his pup. 

“It wasn’t like that,” he insists, but he can’t find his voice to even put up a fight.

“Then how was it?!” He sounds desperate as he begs for an answer, as his eyes glint with a sense of urgent desperation that has his stomach twisting up, feeling sick at himself from causing this much pain to the one person he cherishes the most. 

“What the fuck is happening?!” Seokjin enters the room, which makes Jimin’s face get even darker as he turns around, about to scream again, but his Hyung wins him to it, “The entire building is listening to you keep it down, for God’s sake. What’s happening, Yoongi?”

“They—” he sighs, closing his eyes in defeat as the words come out of his mouth, he feels the venom of them numbing his tongue, “They know.”

“Oh great,” Seokjin grunts, turning around to leave the room, which makes Jimin so enraged that he follows him, forgetting to take Jeongguk with him, probably in the search for Taehyung as well. 

When they are alone Yoongi feels himself crumbling down in vulnerability, his entire body reacting in desperation to bring him back to him.

“Baby, I’m sorry, we just talked about it but that’s it! It wasn’t a game, we would never do anything you don’t want us to!” 

He tries to take the boy’s hand, but Jeongguk rips away from his touch, taking a step backwards as he looks down at him, eyes filled with betrayal, shiny with rage and hurt, which only makes his heart break even more inside his chest that’s bleeding him slowly to death. He feels the tears starting to pull up on his eyes, fear taking over his body as he sees Jeongguk slipping through his finger so easily.

“I trusted you!” Jeongguk cries, his palms pressing onto his eyes with force, trying to brush the tears away but they flow down anyway. Yoongi would gladly take a stab through the heart than make him cry like that, but he thinks that would be a light punishment given what he has done, this is the least he deserves. But he doesn’t want it, he is too selfish to want it, “Why did you do that to me?”

“I don’t know,” he utters in a trembling voice, which has the boy scoffing in disbelief, “Namjoon sat us down to talk and—”

“You know what? I don’t wanna hear it!” He interrupts, hands moving frantically over his face, “I don’t wanna hear a single word from you, Hyung. Just leave me the fuck alone, you won’t take my virginity even if you took everything else.”

“Don’t say that,” he begs, his words are desperate and pathetic, panic shaking his core as his doom actually sinks in, as Jeongguk’s feelings towards him are so shifted that there’s no way that he can turn him back, that he can make him understand, “You wanted to do all of that, I’ve never done anything you didn’t want me to.”

“You lured me to it!” 

Jeongguk’s words open up a wound from his navel to his neck, he feels about to bleed himself dead all over his feet.

“That’s not true!” He shakes his head, his throat is closed as his face gets wet with his own tears, but Jeongguk’s stone cold, looking at him with a sharpness that he has never seen on his features before. “You asked me to kiss you! You came to my fucking bed everynight! You asked me to come and sleep with you!” His words are as desperate as he stumbles out of the bed, trying to reach him but Jeongguk’s body bolts back, orbs shining in anger. “You know that’s not true! And fuck, yes maybe I wanted your virginity but you knew that! I never hid it from you!”

“But this is fucking different! How can you not understand how fucked up it is? What the fuck are we to you, your pets? Your toys? Tell me, Hyung—”

“Jeongguk that’s not—”

“That’s not true?!” He shakes his head, looking away from him for a few seconds, taking a deep breath before his eyes go back to him, calmer, firmer, colder. “Get the fuck out of my room.”

Yoongi has to swallow down the sob that tickles on his throat, biting his lips as he begs at Jeongguk silently, but the boy looks away from him, and maybe there’s nothing else to do now. There’s nothing he can say now, there’s nothing he can do when Jeongguk has built a wall in between them that’s too high for him to climb, that’s covered in a creeper of venomous spines that won’t let him get near it. 

“I’m sorry,” he sighs, voice raspy and broken as he takes a step back, taking his phone from his nightstand and grabbing the first shirt of his that he sees laying on the floor, “I’m really sorry, Jeongguk-ie.”

“And Hyung,” Jeongguk calls him again once he arrives at the door, “I’m gonna make sure someone teaches me the rest, and you’ll know it too.”

Yoongi closes the door, his heart crashing to the floor and breaking in a million pieces that break the skin from his feet as he walks back to his old room in shame, body worn down and defeated. He can hear screams in other rooms, but they all sound as a fuzzy background noise as he crumbles on his bed that smells like laundry soap, hiding his face into the pillow to let out a frustrated scream as the tears run down his cheeks shamelessly. 

He doesn’t know how much time passes, but when Seokjin enters the room, Yoongi’s still crying with his face hidden, his body still shaking. It startles him when his friend sits into his bed, palm brushing his middle back in reassurance.

“They are going to forgive us,” He utters reassuringly, even through the evident pain that’s taking over him as well, “We just have to give them time.”

;

They give them time, because there’s nothing else to do when the maknaes put a wall in between them, when the boys have improved their tactics of being together at all times not to be found with their guard down.

They sleep together in Jeongguk’s room, in a room that used to be his too, that still holds most of his things that he hasn’t yet recovered, having just two t-shirts left and having to resort to Seokjin’s flamboyant set of shirts that are a little too big on his shoulders. 

Yet, he doesn’t want them back, he would rather see Jeongguk still wear them, the more discreet ones, the ones that only Yoongi can easily catch that belong to him. 

He parades around the dorm with wide, doey eyes, ignoring all of them except Jimin and Taehyung who are constantly attached to his hips.

So Yoongi waits to see where time gets them, but the days start to get longer as he stays in the studio, sometimes he doesn’t even bother to come back to the dorm knowing that the loneliness of his bed would be much worse, knowing that he would have to deal with Jeongguk still ignoring his presence.

He doesn’t know what to do to get him back, he is so desperate that he even thinks about calling his mother for advice, but he decides to push it off for a while to try and see if he can solve it himself, because he feels ridiculous at the thought of even having to try and explain to her whatever is this mess they have put themselves into; but everything feels like a spiral of madness with the way they start to live without having any sort of communication, even when they work their professional stance is detached from them, cold in anger. 

They can also notice their tactics, the way they do anything they have at hand to try and make them jealous with each other, to try to pull their attention over them at all times; even when none of them speak about it, they all watch the way that Jimin’s hand lingers over Jeongguk’s lower back, the way that Taehyung seems to be all over them all the time, how Jeongguk clings to their bodies every chance he gets, hiding his face in the crook of his friends neck as they speak in hushes for them not to hear. 

But he doesn’t even feel a rush of jealousy at that, he doesn’t even find it arousing even when they evidently are trying to be; but Yoongi’s heart is withering away from the consequences of his actions. 

He can’t help but scold himself, torturing his mind with thoughts about everything he should have done better, about how he should have told him, they should have all told them from the start, before it was too late. 

Now there’s nothing to do but wait for them to understand, to let them explain when they are willing to listen to whatever lame excuse they can find inside their heads. And that’s the thing, that he still doesn’t know what he could say to Jeongguk for the boy to forgive him, he doesn’t know how to tell him that he always wanted to take his virginity even after their conversation, but that sounds like a fucked up excuse given that it still makes him sound like a pervert; but that’s what he is in the end, Jeongguk knows that too, and he seemed to loved it, but now he doesn’t know if that’s enough, if his purest, most twisted desire can fix all of this up. 

A part of him wants to blame his friends too for bringing it up in the first place, but they are all devastated and tired with the situation, and Yoongi needs them more than anything now, it’s already difficult enough to go through their schedules; so he eats every disgusting thing that trembles on his mind, he tortures himself with them until he feels like he is about to go crazy. 

They have a pre-release party at the building one week after that catastrophic night, and even if objectively there might not be that many people, for Yoongi more than seven is too much; and he is more tired than he has even been in his life, his head is starting to hurt with the loud music and the constant bustle, his limbs sore from practice, his heart pumping toxic blood.

Seokjin and he are sharing a bottle of Soju on a couch, not really trying to look very impressed or like they are having fun at all. Is not something out of the ordinary, socializing with huge groups of people was never their strength and this is just their coworkers and some of their friends, so they just indulge in their misery, eyes contemplative about everything that’s happening.

It doesn’t take long until his eyes find Jeongguk speaking to a tall guy, someone Yoongi doesn’t recognize. He is towering over Jeongguk as he whispers something in his ear, a sneaky hand on his lower back that makes his gut twist in ripping jealousy. 

The worst thing is that he doesn’t have the power to do anything, much less in front of all these people that would disapprove of whatever is happening between them. But still, he can’t help the venom spreading through his veins, seeing someone so smoothly touching what Yoongi thought would always belong to him, what a part of him still knows it does.

Jeongguk laughs about something the guy says, and even if Yoongi can’t hear it he can, somehow, he can hear the melody echoing inside his rotting body, trying to unfreeze his veins with frustrated rage.

The boy’s eyes catch him as they move over to a corner, his stare lingers and Yoongi almost wants to say something as those orbs wash through him after a week of avoiding him even in places much more private. His gaze is as transparent as always, and they glint with an arrogant mischief before pulling his attention back to this stranger that’s probably sweet talking to him, trying to get under his skin to try to take a bite from it.

Yoongi finishes the soju glass in one gulp, standing from his place to sneak to the bathroom. He washes his face, trying to calm himself down and thinking about just going back to his studio when he hears that voice echo melodically slurred in the hallway, a rougher one taking over his. 

He stays there for a few moments trying to grasp what they are talking about, but they aren’t loud enough for that, just enough to make him lose his mind as he spirals over it; his heart is threatening to jump out of his chest, the alcohol making his veins fuzzy enough to shake himself out of his dumbfounded state; he looks at himself in the mirror, adjusting his dark fringe over his face, his cheeks are tainted with the alcohol and the anger, but there is no use in trying to fight that away, so he just steps out.

Jeongguk’s back is against the wall, the stranger standing in front of him covering his body from his range of vision, but the boy’s stare darts back to him immediately as he steps out. 

He doesn’t move from his place, because as jealous as he feels this goes beyond that; Jeongguk isn’t allowed to date, none of them are now (even if they kinda violated the rule already, but that’s just for them to know), and this smuggish looking stranger has to know, everybody in the company does, and god he even looks older than Yoongi himself. 

He can sense his intentions in his cocky stare as he turns around, he can detect this type of person from a kilometer away; it doesn’t matter if the boy is going to hate him even more for it, he is not going to let it happen.

“What are you doing out here?” He asks, taking a step closer to them, his tone manages to stay even, he probably looks just like a Hyung taking care of his little brother; but Jeongguk knows the truth, and he stays quiet at his inquisition. Yoongi knows he won’t dare to try and fight him in front of anyone else (except, of course, Jimin), “Jeongguk-ie what are you doing here?” He addresses him softly but sternly on the edges, enjoying how he can pretend that nothing is happening as someone else is around them.

Jeongguk looks at him with his mouth agape for a few seconds, he can see his eyes blank as he tries to search for an answer for him. He looks so endearingly cute that Yoongi is afraid it’s gonna show on his face how his heart softens at him, his round button nose pink on the tip with the alcohol he is not used to taking yet. 

He also looks hot, with his fringe a little messy over his forehead, bare face making him look rougher under the white lights; but that’s something that spirals him into desires that turn him crazy, that drive him mad in this need that makes him feel guilty now once again, dirty even, as if he should feel shame to even think about it. 

“Jungwon-ssi wanted to go to the bathroom,” Jeongguk’s voice is soft, tainted with a veil of innocence that Yoongi knows too well. 

He is playing with Yoongi, he feels a little bit stupid as the realization bathes him with delay. Jeongguk is doing all of this so he can see him, to grasp his attention and the last thread of sanity he has left.

“It’s right there,” Yoongi shows him with his finger, looking at him pointedly, a silent advice to keep on their paths separately. 

He doubts for a second, but ends up resigning his position as he realises that this would be a fight too difficult to put, so he disappears behind the door and all of a sudden the atmosphere changes back once again, Jeongguk closes his eyes as he lets his head rest into the wall, sighing deeply. 

Yoongi takes a step closer, the liquid on his veins giving him courage to orbit back to him, their bodies so close that he could easily reach to kiss him. But he can’t, for a lot of reasons he can’t even lift his hand to grip him closer, and this distant closeness breaks his heart a little bit more. 

“You don’t have the right to do that, I’m not a child,” he whines in a slurry tone, Yoongi’s body is aching now, his hand tingling with the need to caress his crimson, puffy cheeks, “I can take care of myself.”

“Whatever you’re going to do,” Yoongi’s tone is neutral, he has mastered the arts of keeping calm even when his insides are crushing down like a burning city, “Be smart, you don’t want anyone else to see you, don’t you?”

“No,” Jeongguk answers, licking his lips as he opens his eyes, a fire he knows very much glinting on him, “But I am smart, Hyung. I knew exactly what I was doing.”

Yoongi huffs, but his heart is crushing down his ribs to ashes as the boy defies him so bluntly. He understands exactly what his intentions are, everything that he is implying with his sweet, siren lure that twists his body in a tight grip with no escape.

“Then don’t get yourself in trouble, bun. It’s not worth it.”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes at him, pout taking over his lips as he bursts away into the party again. Yoongi follows him, sitting next to Seokjin on the couch once again. He doesn’t leave as he planned to, in fact he stays longer than he would like, making sure to keep an eye on Jeongguk the entire night, even if the boy’s stare doesn’t dart back to him not even once.

At least, he doesn’t try to torture his soul again.

;

After that night Yoongi stays in his studio for two days in a row, at least he can lose his mind in privacy. 

He ends up calling his mother after tiring hours of composing endlessly, of trying to put words and sounds to everything that’s bursting down inside him, to all the guilt and the shame, to all the passion that burns him down from his core at the lack of Jeongguk. 

She listens to everything he has to say, waiting at every silence that he prolongs trying to find the words not to scare her too, not to make her think that his son is a psycho freak who needs professional attention. Maybe he does, but that’s not what he needs to hear right now, so he takes his time to give her an accurate timeline so she can understand how much he has been wanting this, how guilty he felt at it, how he overcame it at the thought that they were all on the same page. 

So he tells him about the conversation, even if the words get stuck on his throat and they burn on his tongue as he pushes them out, but his mother hums on the other end as if he wasn’t just bursting with the most wicked story he has probably ever told her to date. 

When he finishes, he finds himself sobbing into the speaker, body sprawled pitifully on his couch as he lets his sadness wash his entire body. 

“I think it’s sweet that you want to take care of them,” his mother utters at the other end with a soothing voice, “Maybe it wasn’t the best way, but you’ll have to give them time to understand it. It sounds like he really loves you too, so just give him time to process it, he must be hurt.”

“Don’t you think it’s fucked up?” His tone is barely a whisper, afraid of the answer.

“Do not swear!” Her voice sounds stern now, which makes him chuckle a little, his body warming up at the ease that his mother is treating the subject with, “You made a mistake and you’re sorry about it, you should just show it to him.”

“How? He doesn’t even want to look at me,” He sighs in defeat, silent tears rolling up to his neck. 

“He’s doing that to get your attention, honey. You’ll find a way to do it, I know you will, you’re my bright boy.”

Yoongi blushes at his mother's words, but for the first time since that night he feels his body lighter somehow as he finishes the call with her, as he lets his tired body rest onto the couch as he drifts back to sleep.

He wakes up to his phone vibrating, his eyes sticky as he pushes them open to watch the screen; it’s almost one am and Jeongguk is starting a live. His heart rushes as he taps the notification, rubbing his eyes with his palm to try to focus his vision. 

His doey eyes are staring down at the camera before a bunny smile taints his lips as he greets cutely, stare glistening as he starts to rant softly about his day, about practice and Jimin-Hyung and Yoongi thinks he might die right there, that his chest is about to bleed open into his couch as he watches him, as he realises that Jeongguk is wearing one of his black plain shirts that he can recognize by the slight bleach stain over the collar. 

It feels as if he were talking to him, Yoongi feels delirious at the thought of it, because of course that’s not the case, Jeongguk just wants a distraction as much as all of them and he should stop being so self-centric and narcissistic because that’s what brought them where they are anyway. 

And it’s soothing, somehow, to be able to stare through his eyes again, their last encounter still spreading a stupid rush of jealousy that makes him feel even angrier at himself; he’s just an idiot, his body responds to Jeongguk in animalistic ways his brain can’t control as much as he tries to. 

He will gladly take this better than nothing at all, this way at least he can know a portion of what’s on his mind, or the little bit he is trying to show to the world. 

Jeongguk asks for songs recommendations to do karaoke, which snaps him out of his wandering thoughts and pushes him to do something crazy. It’s the fog from the sleep, the haze from the early dawn, the soothing melody of his voice intoxicating his veins. 

butterfly

He comments, and his fingers itch to type more.

sing butterfly for Hyung

The boy gasps as he sees the comment, his eyes widening in shock for a second before he comes back to himself, doing his best to hide his feelings to the viewers that don’t actually know what’s happening, a communication that’s just theirs to share. 

Jeongguk licks his lips, a bunny smile tainting his features that scrunch in happiness. Yoongi thinks he might be dreaming all of it, that he can’t be smiling that way for him.

Hyung, what are you doing up this late? He wonders, his tone is so soft that it tingles in the pit of his stomach. He has to shake himself awake to type back on the keyboard. 

watching your live

This time Jeongguk blushes furiously, and he thinks maybe they should stop before Namjoon kills him next morning. 

Jeongguk doesn’t answer, but the melody starts to tremble out of his speaker and Yoongi’s heart feels like it’s finally coming back to life after hibernating.

He starts to cry as Jeongguk’s angelic voice gets deep into the song, his eyes closing at the high notes that flow from his insides so smoothly and so beautifully that it has him shaking pathetically. He looks at the camera too, which makes Yoongi ogle at the idea that he is singing it just for him and nobody else. 

Jeongguk sounds has a voice that he hasn’t heard anywhere else, so clear, sharp and youthful, a stability that has Yoongi’s heart rushing unstable as the melody echoes on his eardrums, dancing into his bloodstream to inject it with sweet toxins that dizzy his mind.

When he finishes, Yoongi feels as alive as he feels broken on the inside; he wants to run to him, he wants to beg him for forgiveness, he wants to kiss his lips one more time to come back to his senses.

How was it? He wonders as Yoongi’s still lost inside his torturing feelings, Did I do good, Hyung?

it was beautiful

you’re the best

He can’t help it, even if he knows he should wait until Jeongguk finishes at least, but his brain is still foggy and his mind is desperate and he is afraid that he will back down later, that he won’t be able to press send to the message. So he searches for Jeongguk’s name on his contacts, fingers trembling as he types.

i’m so sorry, baby. i’m really sorry for doing that to you

give Hyung another chance

Yoongi isn’t sure if Jeongguk reads them, because the boy is too distracted playing other songs. 

He doesn’t even think it before palming himself softly, belly tightening as he realises his cock is semi-hard already. A pang of guilty twisting his guts as he slides his hand down his sweatpants to stroke himself slightly, lifting his phone in front of his face with the other to watch his cute concentrated features, neck tightening as he sings higher notes, lips glistening as he keeps applying lip balm in between songs, voice sweet like honey dripping to the deepest corners of his mind.

It doesn’t take him long to cum like that, his cock hasn’t been touched in so long and the dirtiness of what he is doing drives him to the edge easily, wetting his pants pathetically, sticky hand sneaking back to his abdomen as he lets the phone down over his chest to let the soothing voice lure him back to sleep as the guilty tears keep silently running through his face.

;

Jeongguk doesn’t answer to him, but Yoongi thinks that’s what he deserves after all. 

Three days later Yoong is still trapped in his studio, a mess of plastic water bottles and iced coffee cups taking over his desk as he keeps working his mind off, as he fights everything that’s caged inside his body to try and make it something meaningful, or at least productive.

The knock on his door is so insistent that it could only be from Namjoon, who bursts into the studio with a trash bag on his hand and a stern look on his face. 

“You’re not sleeping here again tonight,” He tells him, but it’s more like a demand.

“Don’t make me go back,” He grunts, sprawling on his chair as he watches his friend fill the plastic bag with his garbage. He feels a little bit ashamed, but he feels the warmth of being taken care of too. 

“This is not healthy,” Namjoon crouches in front of him, leaving the bag on the floor to press his hands over Yoongi’s thighs, “I know it breaks your heart to see him, I understand how you feel, but we need you. He needs you too, his eyes are more puppy-like than ever as he wanders around the room to see if you’re back,” he groans, pushing his head into his hands with frustration, “This is doing more harm than good.”

“I hate this, I hate that we fucked it up so bad—I just love you all so much, I hate to be around it when it hurts like this, when none of them can fucking look us in the eye!”

“They started talking to Hoseokie now,” Yoongi pushes his hands out of his eyes to look back at his friend, his eyes are soft and comforting even through his pain, his leaderlike emotional intelligence washing over his best friend’s body, “So it should start getting better, I know he will help us,” he bites his inner lip, drifting his eyes away from him for a second before opening his mouth wide, frown taking over his features, “I’m sorry, for telling Jimin-ah and causing all of this.”

Yoongi shakes his head, pushing his hands over Namjoon’s to ease his guilt. He looks at him with a fondness that can only mean he’s thankful that he’s not mad at him too.

“You did what you felt you had to do, if you couldn’t live with that guilt I’m not one to judge you.”

“Thank you, Hyung,” he brushes his thumb over his hand, Namjoon’s eyes glistening under the dim lights.

“Do you think we can go back to what we had?” He wonders, his question feels heavy echoing against the tiny studio walls, he can see Namjoon’s heart aching as much as his.

“I really hope we can.”

He goes back with Namjoon that night, his friend making him promise not to stay the night in his studio anymore, to which he agrees a little bit stubbornly. When they arrive the dorm is silent except for the sound of the shower running, he goes to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and heads back to his room. He is glad Seokjin is not there, probably the one in the bathroom, because what he finds leaves him stunned on the threshold for a second. 

Two of his shirts are neatly folded over the bed. Yoongi notices the one that Jeongguk was using during the live laying on top of it, his brain rushing with questions that will be left unanswered as he pushes the door shut so no one can see him grab it desperately, pushing the cloth into his face so his sweet, cloudy perfume injects into his bloodstream again. 

He feels pathetic as he rushes out of his dirty clothes to slide into the shirt, hiding his face into the collar as he pushes into the empty bed that leads him to a restless night.

;

Yoongi feels a little bit lost as he wakes up on his bed next morning, not used to sleeping in this space anymore. His limbs are extra heavy as he drags himself out of the room to head to the bathroom to take a long, awaited shower. 

What he wasn’t expecting was bumping into Jeongguk coming out of his room as he is about to enter the empty bathroom, heavy eyes widening as his gaze lays on him, frozen in place before he rushes to close the door behind his back.

“You’re back,” the boy blurts out, furrowing at his words as if he didn’t want to say them out loud.

He feels his veins buzzing in excitement, slowly melting the crust around his heart. 

“I am,” he responds, stomach tied in knots as he watches Jeongguk stare over his body for a second, his eyes lingering on the spot in the shirt before looking back to his eyes, “Namjoon dragged me.”

“Good,” He utters, his voice almost sounds like a soft purr to his ears, “Here’s where you belong, Hyung.”

Jeongguk takes a step back, opening the door from his room again before jolting back inside it, leaving Yoongi’s as he walks into the bathroom. 

Yet, as the water washes away the fuzziness, there’s a shot of relief injected on view at being welcomed back in their world.

;

When Yoongi comes back at one am on a Saturday night, Seokjin and Namjoon look at the door with desperate eyes, features annoyingly disappointed as Yoongi walks in.

“What? I know I look like shit,” he rolls his eyes, taking off his shoes as he goes to sprawl in between their bodies. “I got stuck working on a song for hours, still can’t figure it out,” he mumbles, grabbing the rest of the snacks that are laying on the table to take a bite before putting the bowl away, “Anyway, what are you doing here? Do you want to get murdered?” He jokes, which at least makes Seokjin gag.

“Hoba took them to a party,” Namjoon sighs, sprawling even more on the couch, legs so spread that he is occupying almost half of the space. Yoongi hangs his leg over his friend’s, who justs responds by pressing his hand on his thigh, looking at him with resignation in his eyes, “They looked so fucking cute, you wouldn’t be so calm if you’d saw them.”

“Now you just want me to freak out so you are not alone,” he bumps his shoulders onto his, letting his head rest over it. It feels relaxing, the warmth of a known body, even when his heart pounds with anxiety as it all rains down over him.

The prospect of them trying to attract someone else burns down his veins, maybe not Taehyung because Hoseok is there and Namjoon saw them kissing (he didn’t tell Seokjin, nor did Yoongi because he is not a bad friend); but Jeongguk is the most beautiful boy on earth, it wouldn’t be difficult for him to catch something, god he could even do it without having to bat an eye, and even if Yoongi deserves all this jealousy that’s consuming him, he can’t help but feel that Jeongguk still should belong to him and no one else.

He falls asleep against Namjoon’s shoulder, his friend’s head falling into his as Seokjin sprawls his legs over them to rest as horizontally as possible on their two-person couch. His head is foggy with dizzy dreams that do not have a proper form but they smell like a sunny day and they sound like an angelic melody sung right on his ears.

“They look so fucking cute, it’s annoying,” the words are slurred, but they warm his heart like an opioid injecting into his veins, even when Yoongi can’t place them properly in his haze.

“Come on, Gguk, take a picture fast!” He nuzzles his face against Namjoon, hearing a chorus of shushes before a flash shakes him over from his foggy state, bumping into Namjoon’s head as they both wake up.

A burst of laughter takes over the room, Seokjin groaning as he’s woken up by the loud noise. He brushes his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt to finally open up his eyelids to find Hoseok bent over in laughter, Jimin and Taehyung are gripping from each other not to fall and Jeongguk is sprawled against the door, face flushed as he laughs carelessly, hand pressed over his lower belly as his body shakes. 

He looks so beautiful, Namjoon was right, all of them do; but Jeongguk looks specially bright as his carefree body trembles softly while he starts to calm himself, sighing in content as their laughter dies down, bodies slowly going back to earth, to a reality where things are not that easy going when they are all together in a room. Which makes his stomach twist in disgust, Yoongi is desperate to fix it, to bring them all back, to give them whatever they ask for another chance. 

When Jeongguk’s gaze falls over him, and Yoongi believes he is going to throw up for a second, his stomach tying as his heart racing fastly against his chest, because apparently his body doesn’t know the difference between holding Jeongguk’s stare and being held at gunpoint. He is glad he is able to contain it, it would be too embarrassing and Seokjin would never shut up if he vomited over him, so he cages his nauseating, rotting feelings inside his body. 

Jeongguk’s eyes don’t dart away from him, there’s a hazy heaviness on them as they bore through him a longing that burns inside his stomach that’s tied in knots.

Jimin starts to laugh again as he mumbles something to Taehyung, and that’s when Yoongi realises they are all drunk out of their minds. 

“I wanna eat something,” Taehyung declares, looking at Hoseok who’s still red from laughing too much, and probably from the drinks too. He’s the lightest light weight of them all. “Can you cook for us?”

“I wanna sleep,” Jeongguk grumbles behind him, the dreamy sound taking over his body that’s starting to run cold again. 

“I can cook for you,” Yoongi states, sending the room into deep silence, his voice raspy with sleep still, “If you want.”

Taehyung and Jimin look at each other before looking at Jeongguk, but the boy’s eyes don’t move away from him as he hears his own heart ringing inside his ears. They all stay like that for a few moments, the room’s atmosphere tense as all the eyes are on them, as they consume each other's presence as if they were afraid that it would vanish from earth.

“I’m hungry so I’ll take it,” Jimin states, breaking the silence, sounding a little bit grumpy at his own weakness.

“Can we talk?” Namjoon voices dubitative, rushed, desperate to take his chance now that the boys have their guards low. 

“We’ll wait in the room though,” Jimin adds after a few seconds, taking both Jeongguk’s and Taehyung’s hand to make them follow their lead, they stumble on their first step but end up tangled into each other’s bodies as they giggle their way into the room, taking all the joy with them, “Hoseokie-Hyung come get us when it’s ready!” 

The door shuts, and just like that they all groan in a pitiful chorus, disarming back onto the couch in defeat, which rips a laughter out of Hoseok who grabs a chair to sit in front of them like a teacher that’s about to scold them for misbehaving in class.

“Don’t let this disencourage you, you know how prideful they are, of course it would take time, but they are getting there,” Hoseok’s voice is soft, Yoongi can hear in his tone how much he is trying to put all the pieces back in his right place.

But time is consuming him, he feels like a void casket roaming through life; it all looks black and white around, it all tastes the same in his mouth, his dreams are filled with lips that turn into daggers that don’t let his heart heal. 

Yoongi grunts, hiding his face on his palms as the frustration and the longing bathes over him once again.

“Fuck, I just fucking miss him.” He groans pathetically, but the silence that follows tells him that they all understand the feeling, “I miss us, everything.”

“They miss you too, they just won’t show it to you. Do you think they are really putting up that well? Come on,” he rolls his eyes, taking Seokjin’s hand, who sits properly on the couch so he is closer to Hoseok, who looks at him with fondness in his eyes. “They’ll come back to you too.”

;

Another week goes by and the tension is still lingering as they move carefully around each other, walking over broken glass. At least they answer to them now, mostly with avoidance, with a little bit of sass sometimes (always when it comes from Jimin), but at least that’s slowly going back to normal too.

He notices Jeongguk’s eyes lingering over him more, but whenever he looks back it feels like a ghost of him that his mind keeps creating to make him go insane.

Yoongi doesn’t know how much longer he will be able to keep this up, to go on with this game of insanity where they keep pulling from this rope, using all the power that they hold over them torture their hearts further.

He wants to beg them to stop, he is tired, his body weighing more than usual as guilt coated in blueness tears him down slowly, withering his heart into oblivion as Jeongguk keeps pretending like nothing happened between them, but these are the seeds they planted on their garden, so they might as well feed from them until they heal back. 

Hoseok takes them out again that Saturday which doesn’t help with the constant state of worry and fear that he’s getting used to living with now. The dorm is deathly silent as he steps out of the shower, Jeongguk’s ajar door at the end of the hallway has his heart panging with the memories, with everything he used to take for granted.

He actually could really use another shirt, so he slides to their room. But once the door is closed behind him, he thinks that the impulse may have been more dangerous than he thought, falling into a dark hole he doesn’t think he will be able to step out that easily. 

The room is completely neat (and too empty), the bedside table just with Jeongguk’s pair of headphones and his phone charger, and the chair that he keeps on a corner is unusually empty. It’s uncanny somehow, as if he stepped into the wrong room, but it still smells like him all over, his sweet scent still hanging around the corners as if the boy was hidden somewhere there, invisible just to his eyes. 

He goes to the closet when he can’t find his shirts, not even under the perfectly tucked bed. His heart stumbles on its beats as he watches his set of shirts perfectly folded next to Jeongguk’s. 

He takes the top one, even if he feels somehow guilty at doing it, if it feels wrong that he is touching whatever the boy tried to make, whatever it took him to take care of Yoongi’s things as if they were his own, but it rushes a high through his veins that he didn’t think he would be able to feel again.

He puts on the shirt, but his feet don’t move to the door, sliding over the bed to take the pillow from under the duvet to hide his face into it, inhaling his sweet, cloudy scent that’s mixed with the coconut smell of his shampoo as well, a combination that dizzies his brain and relaxes his body so much he drifts away smoothly, as he hasn’t done in over a month. 

He feels like he finally came back to his bed after a long tour. It’s soothing and puffy but he feels a little cold so he snuggles inside the sheets, covering his body completely as he drifts off, snuggled comfortably into the soft fabric that envelopes his skin with a sweetness that makes him forget about everything. 

He hears the door open softly, making him twitch a little, startled by the intrusion of his sweet nap, but he just pushes his face deeper into the pillow trying to hide the noises away, hoping Seokjin will move silently around the bedroom.

“Hyung?” It’s Jeongguk’s voice, sweet like candy as it bathes through him. His body paralyzes for a second as he realises where he is, “What are you doing here?”

Yoongi’s heart stops beating on his chest, he keeps his face into the pillow for a second to try and ease the shame that takes over him, leaving him so exposed under Jeongguk again.

He must look pitiful, a tad creepy too. 

“I just needed a shirt,” He grumbles, voice hoarse and slurry, still on a haze that’s intoxicating his veins, Jeongguk’s presence starting to alter his senses, “And then—”

“You crawled into the bed and fell asleep?” He adds, voice sounding amused on the edges, closer as well. 

Yoongi turns around on the mattress, heart about to jump out of his chest as he looks back at him, slowly incorporating his body to sit down against the headboard so he doesn’t feel as exposed under his stare.

The boy’s eyes glint with something akin to endearment, softening up on the sides as he fights a smile off of his lips. He looks so damn pretty, with his face dolled up and his brown hair styled up with a fringe that makes him look extra hot. He can’t help but wonder how many people have tried to get a piece of him, if he let them.

He desperately hopes not.

“Yeah, I’m sorry,” He mumbles, sighing as he shakes himself out of his torturing thoughts, “I’ll leave, I shouldn’t be here anyway,” he takes off the duvet, the boy’s eyes moving down his body with heavy pupils that linger on his thighs for a little bit too long. 

“Don’t,” Jeongguk demands, taking a step closer. Yoongi freezes at that, heart starting to pump blood at a rhythm that dizzes his mind, “Don’t leave, we—we need to talk, Hyung.”

“Okay,” he whispers breathlessly, head still a little bit fuzzy with sleep, mouth dry as he looks up at the boy, he wonders if his heart will be able to go through all of this. “Will you sit next to me, please?” 

Jeongguk doesn’t answer, but he moves onto the bed, sitting close enough so his leg is brushing Yoongi’s naked thigh, eyes boring through him with a glint of doubt that almost looks like guilt. From this distance he can smell the night on Jeongguk’s clothes, he can smell the drinks and the cigarettes and the sweat, and it makes him wonder what it took to bring Jeongguk to this soft state again.

“Hobi-Hyung told us everything today,” He takes a deep breath, voice calm and so soothing that it has him pulling his weight a little bit closer to him, “After a few drinks Jimin-ah got a little bit too insistent, and you know how Hobi-Hyung gets while drunk, so he basically ratted out your entire conversation,” Jeongguk adds a last part with a tone of complicity, almost as if that was a gossip just for him to know.

“Jimin-ah can be very hard to say no,” he answers calmly, trying to keep his composure and let Jeongguk go on before he can say anything else that could fuck it all up.

“Yeah, he can,” he huffs, shaking his head, “but the thing is that what Hobi-Hyung told us—it was different than what we thought I—” 

“What did you think?” He asks, when a few seconds pass after Jeongguk’s voice chokes up on his own words. 

“Maybe it will sound ridiculous but I thought that you just randomly picked us? Like I don’t know, the way you pick like… a subunit?” His words are rushed in embarrassment at the end. He chuckles at the comparison, taking a shy smile out of the boy, sitting up straighter so they can be closer, so Jeongguk can’t escape from his stare as Yoongi’s eyes bore through him with intensity, as he tries to rip every feeling that bursts from him. “Then we realised we were wrong, it didn’t take us long to be honest, but we—we didn’t want to cave in that fast, but it was killing us, Hyung. So we wanted to know, Hobi-Hyung tried to talk to us a lot lately but he didn’t want to tell us everything, he thought it would be worse, but it was great to hear how it actually, to know that you wanted us, that it wasn’t just a game of power, I guess.”

“We all knew what we wanted. I did,” he states, his tone firm even when Jeongguk shyly presses his hand over his thigh, caressing his skin softly. Yoongi shivers at the touch, his starved body jolting more than he would normally, sensitive at the warm caress. “It was never a game for me, I just wanted to be with you.”

“Yeah, Hobi-Hyung said that you looked kinda scared when they brought it up,” he bites the corner of his bottom lip, Yoongi can’t help but press his thumb on his face to release it softly. Jeongguk sighs under his touch, relaxing onto his hand. 

“I thought I was better at hiding it,” He confesses, ripping an amused chuckle out of Jeongguk that trembles into his touch, “I was scared, I was terrified they wanted you too,” he admits, voice a mere rough whisper as it threads out of his lips. “I always wanted you, I know you know it too,” his voice comes out breathy, pleading. 

“That’s very sweet,” he sighs, closing his eyes as he rubs his face onto his palm, softly kissing it on the way, sending a shiver down his spine, “And very hot too, everything,” he adds, biting his inner lip, “Even the conversation, you being so territorial over us,” the confession feels heavy in between them, “We kind of liked it actually, I loved it.”

He huffs at that, his hand sneaking to the boy’s hip to pull him a little bit closer to him, their stares boring through each other with an intensity that could burn a million suns. 

Yoongi feels a wash of relief bath his body, even when the guilt is still there torturing his soul, he can feel the knots on his back ease down as Jeongguk’s closeness feels so intimate, so his again. 

“I’m sorry, I’m really sorry for doing that to you, baby,” he begs, because this is the last thing he has at hand, “I just want you to let me be close to you, it’s okay if you need more time, just don’t push me away from your life, please. I need you.”

“‘s okay Hyung, I’m not mad anymore,” he confesses, hands trembling as they grab from the hem of his shirt, his voice is velvety as he whispers the words into his skin, Yoongi feels his body buzzing softly, as if the engine from his heart just started working again, “And you weren’t even the one to bring it up—”

“That doesn’t matter, we shouldn’t have anyway,” he interrupts, the guilt taking the best of him, the dread of his actions that still tickles under his bones. He brushes his thumb against his cheek, “But. what happened, that just—it just made me feel that I could finally take another step, you know? Not to hide it anymore, like it was okay to want you, to be with you.”

Jeongguk sheds a silent tear at that, face crumpling up with heavy emotions, his button nose squinting as he tries to keep the rivers from falling down his cheeks. Yoongi presses his thumb to clean them up as they start to fall silently, the boy licks his lips before parting his mouth.

“It matters to me, Hyung,” he sighs, opening up his eyes to look back at him, glassy with the tears that are creating an ocean on his eyes, “And I can’t do this anymore, it’s been a while since I’m not mad at you, anyway,” he utters in between a relieved laugh, which makes him feel even warmer inside, “I just miss you too much, I need you too much.”

“I miss you too, terribly,” he tells him, his other hand sliding to the boy’s waist to pull him closer, “I need you more than you can imagine, these weeks have been hell without you.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” he smiles cheekily, sliding one leg over his lap to straddle him. Yoongi can’t help but smile back at him as he feels his body turn back to life with the known weight over his lap, “I love that you want me that much, that it makes you miserable not to be with me.”

The words send a rush through his body, they sound a little bit twisted and narcissistic on the edges, pleased at how his life revolves around him. But Yoongi likes it, loves it, really, that the boy can be so bold as to confess it so comfortably. 

“I love you that much,” he sighs in response as he pulls the boy onto his lips, ripping a surprised squirm that fills out his body in joy, “So much that I thought I was going to go completely mad without you.”

“You do?” His voice sounds gleeful, even when out of breath.

“I do, baby,” he confesses, hands sliding down his shirt to touch his warm skin that feels like a gift from the gods under his grip, “I was terrified you were never going to come back to me, that you would find someone else.” 

“I didn’t even want to try,” he tells him, nuzzling his cheek, “Everyone else looks boring as fuck, Hyung. You left the bar too high.”

“Is that it? Then what were you trying to do at the party?” He grumbles playfully, desperate to hear more, “Tell me baby, did you want Hyung to see you that day?” His tone is snarky, but he leaves a wet trail of kisses down his jaw, “I know you did.”

“Yeah,” he sighs, licking his chin playfully, his fingers pressing tighter into the skin of his waist, “I wanted to make you jealous,” he admits, a mischievous smile tainting his lips, “I wanted you to pay attention to me.”

“I’m always paying attention to you,” he answers, but his voice is raspier as his body starts buzzing with excitement, as the temperature of his veins starts rising, his lower belly starting to tighten in anticipation. 

“Hyung,” he whispers, his voice a soft lure barely hanging from his lips, “I want you to teach me the rest.”

“What rest, baby?” 

Jeongguk melts over his lips, mouth attaching to his in desperate movements. It’s hungry as much as it’s sweet on the edges, licking him all over his mouth in languid movements as if he wanted him to feel every second of it, to taste until the last drop of hair that he gasps into it. 

Yoongi answers by gripping him tighter, one of his hands sliding further up his shirt to grasp his neck, sending shivers down the boy’s spine as he presses his tongue deeper into his mouth that tastes like peach soju on the edges, warm and numbing and so addictive, his limbs tingling as the drug runs back down his veins with a full force that seems even greater than before, that seems to be free at any form.

The door opens all of a sudden and a screech fills the room, both of them groan into each other's lips, looking back to the intrusion to find Jimin standing on the doorway, completely frozen.

“Don’t say anything,” Jeongguk warns, tone embarrassed yet threatening, “Go fucking talk to Joon already.”

Jimin doesn’t answer, just looking at them with turbulent eyes as he closes the door shut once again. 

They laugh into each other’s mouths as they are alone once again, Jeongguk brushing his mouth over his with a smirk. It’s easy for them to forget about the intrusion, it’s always easy because they don’t really care about being found (it’s more about being interrupted, actually), but there’s something in the way their bodies orbit so smoothly to each other’s, their limbs softening up around as they tangle together, chests heaving at compass as their mouths keep meeting in languid movements that turn the temperature on their veins even higher, melting their cores to one. 

“I want you to fuck me tonight, Hyung,” he whispers sultry, a smug smile tugging from his commissures. 

Yoongi bites from his bottom lip, leaving a firm, wet kiss on his lips as he pushes his hips up against Jeongguk’s, who relaxes even more over him as he feels his semi hard cock brush his hip.

“I haven’t prepared you in a long time,” he mumbles, but his voice sounds starved.

“I've been doing it,” he admits, closing his eyes as his cheeks tint up crimson, scrunching his face as the confession burns through his veins, “Been doing it in the shower, I imagined it was you every time.”

His cock twitches at it, his hands tighter on his body as he pushes up to show him how hard he is getting him already. 

“And did you cum, baby?” 

“Sometimes,” his voice is a sultry whisper now, a cheeky smile tainted on his face again as he indulges him, “Sometimes I couldn’t because I would get too sad,” he confesses, chuckling a little at himself, “but I kept doing it, I wanted to get used to it for you.”

“You’re so hot,” he kisses his jaw softly, nibbling over his skin to enjoy the salty mixture of the night over his neck, “Such a good boy, even when you’re mad at Hyung.”

“Want you, please, want you to fuck me tonight, I can’t wait any longer.”

He gets rid of Jeongguk’s shirt before rolling them around in the bed, his lips attaching to his neck to trail down to the boy’s chest, biting from his olive skin that’s a white canvas now from their time apart, so he puts his mouth to work to fix it, sucking hungrily and biting around the nipple, his cock now completely hard against his thigh as he lets himself indulge into his little whimpers that start to fill out the room under the attack from his mouth.

“I missed those sounds.”

He presses the bud in between his lips, Jeongguk’s reaction being exactly what he expected as he squirms under him, whimpers getting even filthier as they echo in every corner of the room, hands gripping tightly to his back as Yoongi keeps sucking from his nipple gently to slowly drive him crazy.

“Take off my pants,” the boy begs, squirming under him and lifting his hips so his caged hard on brushes against his belly. “Please, don’t wanna ruin them.”

That rips out a laugh out of him, biting around his aureola playfully as he slides his hands to the boy’s waist, unbuttoning the tight jeans to take them out. They struggle a little, which makes the boy groan in humiliation as he covers his face, skin tainted red up to his chest. He undresses him completely, taking off his clothing as well before pushing in between his legs once again, admiring his toned body that’s trembling already, his cock flushing hard as it wets his abdomen with precum.

When he climbs back over him their hard cocks brush at the movement, ripping a desperate scream out of Jeongguk, who clasp his hands on his nape to tangle his fingers into his strands, pulling him into his mouth into a heated kiss that has Yoongi’s body relaxing over his, rubbing his hard on against the boy as their precum mixes up. He grunts onto his mouth, touching his sides carefully as he takes over his body, as he appreciates every centimeter of his soft skin that he missed so much, that he craved every lonely night he had to suffer apart from him.

So he lets himself indulge into it, he lets himself taste until the very last second of their languid, lusty movements as they absorb each other’s presence again, as they let themselves satiate that built up by the time they were apart. 

Jeongguk’s whine turns needier as his orgasms start to build, Yoongi does nothing to stop him, he just kisses him harder as he presses his hips back onto him, eating up the whimpers that start to echo inside his mouth. 

“Cum for me already,” he grumbles, voice hoarse and muffled against his lips, “I know you’re desperate for it.” 

Jeongguk muffles the scream into his mouth as he spills in between them, sticking their chests, Yoongi’s cock too. Jeongguk’s lips go limp under his, but that doesn’t stop him, he keeps devouring his sweet, puffy mouth, tasting until the last echo that vibrates over it as the boy’s body relaxes under him and starts kissing him back with a languid fervor once again. 

Yoongi chuckles in amusement at his eagerness, which makes Jeongguk poke him under the ribs playfully. 

“I bet you could make me cum more than ever,” He whispers, voice sultry and defying, “I’ve been feeling really horny, Hyung. You should try me.”

“My dirty bun, fuck I missed you,” he huffs, biting from his lips before kissing him back one more time, his own cock pulsating at the thought, “Think you can take five? I know you can easily do three.”

“Yeah,” Jeongguk nods in desperation, leaving a hard peck on his lips, “Don’t stop even if cry, okay?”

“That’s gonna make me want to go on even more, baby,” He admits with a cheeky, raspy tone, hand sliding in between their chests to grip the boy’s wet cock, that’s semi-hard again. 

“You’re such a pervert,” he whines, back arching at the overstimulation, “I missed it so much, fuck, wanna suck you off, please.”

That sends a shiver down his spine, he bites onto the boy’s lips with hunger and anticipation.

“Mhm? Don’t you wanna cum one more time first?” He teases, grip getting tighter on his cock as he brushes it with his as he moves his hips. 

“Yeah, that’s why I wanna suck you off,” he whispers, tongue sliding along his lips, “Will you let me cum like that?”

Yoongi feels as soft as ever, grateful, at peace as he has Jeongguk back in his arms; it feels so great that it would be unimaginable for it to be a dream.

He could ask for anything and Yoongi would gladly give it to him, he would put up a legal fight with NASA if Jeongguk asked for a piece of the moon. 

“You don’t have to ask me for permission tonight, not if you don’t want to, okay?”

“Feeling soft, Hyung?” He jokes, but the softness is evident in his tone.

“Yeah, you’re my baby, and this is your first time. I just want you to be comfortable.”

“Ah, Hyung,” he hides on his neck, leaving a wet kiss over his sensitive skin that makes him melt even more under the contact, tilting his head for him to take, “I’m comfortable just being with you, that’s enough.” 

Jeongguk goes back to his lips and Yoongi happily indulges in the kiss, humming softly onto his mouth as he lets himself taste his boy, touching him gently on his sides where his skins start to stick together with their sweat and some slight threads of cum spilling from between their pressed bodies. 

When Jeongguk’s hands start to desperately try to reach for his cock he rolls back into the bed, leaning his upper back against the wall. He is not about to tease him, not when he is desperate for it as well. 

“Take whatever you want from me,” he whispers over his lips as Jeongguk sits on his knees in between his legs, the words feel charged as he keeps their faces close by the grip on his jaw, “We’ll do anything you want tonight.”

“Thank you, Hyung,” his bunny smile takes over his features, and Yoongi thinks he really doesn’t need anything else right now if Jeongguk can look at him with so much light on his orbs again. 

“You don’t have to thank me for anything,” Yoongi tells him, hand trailing down to his neck, “Thank you for coming back to me.”

Jeongguk gets bright red, rolling his eyes in playful embarrassment, pleased and flustered as he leaves a wet peck into his lips.

“I was always going to come back, Hyung,” he confesses as he starts to thread down his body slowly, leaving wet kisses over his neck. “How could I not?” Jeongguk bites onto his chest, making him hiss before he relaxes onto it, scratching his head as he lets the boy mark him up as well. It doesn’t take much longer before he grabs his throbbing cock, easily starting to stroke with both their fluids. “With a cock so good,” He looks at him with a grin on his blushed face, eyes blown with desire. “Couldn’t stop thinking about blowing you, even when I was still mad at you.”

He grunts at the thought of Jeongguk being so desperate for him, he has to fight not to lift his hips to fuck into his hand, his entire body tingles in desire as his brain gets a rush at his touch, but he wants Jeongguk to be able to take his time, to do whatever he pleases with his body. 

After all, even if Yoongi hounded him it was Jeongguk who trapped him in the end; he can do whatever he wants with him, he feels too high on him to care. He doesn’t think he will care about anything again but being by his side.

Jeongguk trails down to his navel, kissing the tip of his cock sweetly as his eyes bore through him, innocence and lust lighting up with the same intensity on them, making him inevitably spurt precum over his rosy lips that he licks immediately before taking his tongue out, lapping from his balls back to the tip and swallow him whole.

Yoongi grunts as he locks his hips to the bed, fingers massaging stronger into Jeongguk’s hair as the boy relaxes his throat to take his entire length, humming with satisfaction as he’s able to do it in one go. He huffs, arching his back as his cock starts to twitch at the warmth tightness that’s so smooth around his shaft that his vision goes black for a moment. 

Jeongguk starts to move in a lazy rhythm that’s dizzying his senses, Yoongi lets his body go limp as the boy does the work, making him slowly go crazy as he savours every inch with his tongue, liquids falling out from his commissures and tickling down his balls. He looks beautifully sinful, with his mouth stuffed full and his cheeks sucked in, eyes looking at him wide and expectant through his eyelashes, careful of his reactions.

He takes it out of his mouth to take a deep breath, mouth latching to his tip and sucking wet kisses down his shaft, sucking one of his balls into his mouth which has him humming in satisfaction as Yoongi’s thighs quiver next to him, his cock leaking thick precum that Jeongguk doesn’t take long to suck into his mouth as he goes back to his tip, satisfied smile as he presses the tongue along the head of his cock, closing his eyes as he sucks it in as if it was a lollipop, hips starting to move faster against the bed as the pleasure starts to haze his brain one more time. 

It riles him up more to see how Jeongguk gets concentrated on his own pleasure, his desperation too numbing to the point that his movements get sloppier as he searches for more friction against his hard cock.  

“You’re doing it so good, baby boy,” he grunts, knowing it will help him reach his high, the boy whimpers against him, relaxing his mouth to suck him in whole once again, but he is too overwhelmed in pleasure to bob his head properly, just staying in place while he keeps rutting his hips desperately, “Such a perfect boy for Hyung, my filthy golden maknae.”

The words push Jeongguk to his climax,  spilling into the bedsheets as he keeps whining frantically around his cock, fluids spurting down his mouth messily. Yoongi helps him up as his face starts to get red, he whimpers into his thigh for a second as the overstimulation gets to his brain, but when he looks up at him his eyes are still filled to the brim with an uncontained lust that Yoongi frantically wants to fulfill.

“Want you to come in my face,” He utters, voice raspy as he grabs his hard cock onto his hand, pressing the tip on his flushed cheek before kissing the tip clean. “Please? Wanna get dirty.”

His belly tightens at the words, mind fuzzy at the dazzling proposition. He wants to answer but instead grunt comes out of his chest as his body convulses into his orgasm a couple of strokes later, his cum coating the boy’s close eyelids and falling down his lashes, tainting his cheeks in white ropes that fall down to his chin, he licks what falls into his puffy lips, pushing his mouth against the tip to swallow the spurts that are still coming out of his twitching cock. 

He takes his hand to the boy’s face, thumb cleaning his cheek before gently pressing into his mouth. Jeongguk hums, body lifting up slowly as he starts to crawl over him, eyes still closed, just following the movement on his hand that starts to lead him back over him. 

Yoongi presses his lips over his eyes, cleaning the mess up with his mouth before pushing him into a deep kiss, pushing the cum on his tongue into Jeongguk’s mouth, making him purr into his lips, his hands that were pressed on his chest are now grabbing him by the neck, thumbs caressing him gently as Yoongi does the same with him.

“Fuck, I don’t want you to ever leave this bed again,” Jeongguk utters in between lazy kisses, Yoongi thinks it sounds like the greatest idea in the world. 

“I won’t then,” he assures, brushing his tongue along the boy’s lips.

“I want you to move all your things here,” he sighs, his hands climbing from his neck to his hair, fingers tangling into his strand making him open his eyes to look back at him, he’s still hazy with his orgasm but Jeongguk is glinting even more, as if he was feeding from it, “I even made space in my wardrobe for you.”

“I saw that,” he confesses, his heart pumping warm blood to his intoxicated veins, “I was wondering why you did it.”

“Do I have to spell it out for you?” The boy huffs, almost offended at his doubt, but his voice is soft on the edges, endeared, “I want you. I want to be with you.”

“You mean you want to be my—” He lets the sentence float into the heavy atmosphere, making Jeongguk chuckle at his evident doubt, at the fear that he might be wrong.

“Yeah, say it please. Ask for it.”

“Now?” His eyes widening in surprise, “I could try something more romantic.”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes in annoyance, but his face has an endeared smile plastered over it. 

“I don’t care about it being romantic! We are not exactly romantic—”

“Depends on who you ask to—”

“Okay, fuck it,” He huffs in a pout, eyes determined as he stares back at him, “I’m going to ask you then.”

“No,” Yoongi laughs, but his voice comes out determined, “There’s no way, Jagiya,” he pulls him back closer by the neck, a hazy smile tainting his lips, “Be my boyfriend, please,” he mumbles, but his words don’t come out like a question.

“I’ll take it,” He answers annoyingly, bursting into laughter as Yoongi tickles his neck softly, “Fuck, okay, yes!” He grabs him by the wrist to stop his attacks, intertwining their fingers gently to take their hands back to the mattress, “I’ll be your boyfriend, Hyung.”

They collide into a kiss, gentle, languid and deep as they let their bodies rest against each other, savouring the moment that felt so distant a couple of hours ago. Yoongi feels on top of the world with Jeongguk’s body laying limp over him, their sweat mixing up over their skins, his free hand gently caressing the arch of his back, so sinfully carved that it turns him hungrier, deepening the kiss to try and take more from him.

“I want you, want your cock,” Jeongguk’s whisper is muffled into his mouth.

“How much?” He smiles cockily, pleased at the words, aching to hear more, “Tell me, baby.”

“Enough to let you fuck me raw, to let you take my virginty,” he purrs, his smile turning devilish as well a she starts to rub himself against his belly, “As you’ve been wanting for so long too.”

“I’ll make sure to make it memorable for you.”

Jeongguk giggles over his mouth as Yoongi grips him tight by the waist, softly rolling them around on the bed once again so he can take the ropes on his hand one more time. The boy relaxes under his weight, continuing to leave wet kisses on his neck as Yoongi stretches a little bit to grab the lube from the bedside table.

The chuckle he lets out as he realises that the bottle is almost empty is half amused and another half very much aroused. He feels his veins start to heat slowly once again as the images take over his head, as what Jeongguk told him hits him even harder at the proof.

“You really were practicing,” He points out, leaving the bottle next to their bodies to slide his hands back to the boy’s waist, “We’ll have to buy a new one soon.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” he whines, fingers scratching on his chest as if he wanted to pull him closer, Yoongi obeys, letting the weight of his body crush the boy who seems to go limper at it.

“Don’t be,” he hushes, hand cupping his face as he leaves a wet kiss over his lips, “I love that you make yourself feel good, baby, that you were thinking about me.”

“It never felt as good as when you do it, though,” he admits, legs spreading silently asking for more. “I want you to do it again, please.”

Yoongi smiles against his lips before starting to move down his neck, staying for a few minutes on his chest to mark him up a little bit more, biting around the marks that are already turning purple before continuing his way down his belly, teeth sliding gently down his navel until his face is next to Jeongguk’s limp cock that’s wet and sticky, twitching in overstimulation as Yoongi pushes it into his mouth, swallowing him whole. 

Jeongguk wails at that, the scream echoing in the room a mixture of pleasure and pain, thighs a crumbling earthquake under his palms as he spreads him wider, his right hand sneaking away to take the lube into his hands as he continues to suck gently from his tip, starting to feel it get harder against his mouth. 

He messily coats two of his fingers in lube to spread it in between Jeongguk’s crack, pushing the tip of his index inside to press the fluids into the boy’s ass, who hisses at the feeling before relaxing his rim for him to gently press on, wetting it enough for him to start leaking around. 

“Put two, I stretched myself this morning,” Jeongguk confesses breathlessly, “Please.”

Yoongi hums, bobbing his head over his semi hard cock to distract him as he does as he pleases, pushing two fingers around his muscle that puts up a little resistance at first before sucking him in tightly. He arches his back, pulsating hard around the sudden intrusion, hips softly pushing into his fingers, cock thrusting into his mouth at the movements.

He doesn’t stop sucking him off as he prepares him smoothly, avoiding his prostate so his body gets even more desperate at his sluggish movements that bloom his desperation, escalating it around his tongue that sucks around the head of his cock, drinking the bittersweet fluids that sit fuzzy on his drugged up mind.

He pushes another finger around the tight muscles, sucking him hard enough so the boy relaxes as he gets stretched wider, his body reacting instinctually to his touch, letting himself go under him as he starts to move his hand at a faster rhythm, the whimpers turning louder as the boy lifts up his hips, cock now fully hard over his tongue. 

“My good boy,” he grumbles as he pops the hard cock out of his mouth, letting it fall into the boy’s ripped abs. He hisses at the lack of contact, hips aching to find his lips one more time. Yoongi chuckles in arousal at his eagerness, mouth kissing wetly along his shaft as he keeps fucking him open. “Already so hard for Hyung, bet you wanna cum again already.”

“I do,” he nods, right hand grabbing him by his strands to keep him steady into his groin, “One more, please.”

The way Jeongguk’s body convulses as Yoongi fucks his fingers into his prostate has his cock twitching again, blood starting to pull up to get ready to fuck him good, to disarm him even more under his arms. 

The anticipation has him following Jeongguk’s pleads, he can’t help but grunt at the image, his lower belly tightening up as he watches as his pinky finger slide into his hole, knuckles fighting against the stretch now that Jeongguk is so full that his body trembles lightly, losing control of his limbs, cock twitching precum into his abdomen that he pulls into his mouth at the same time his hand gets deeper.

Jeongguk’s jaw is lax, drool falling slowly to the right side of his cheek, brows furrowed in pleasure as he lets his body get used to it, as he savours the strain that his body enjoys so much. 

Yoongi pushes his slippery cock back into his mouth, he engulfs him down gently once again, his free hand roaming on his inner thigh to keep him pressed against the mattress as he keeps working his third orgasms off his body. He lowers his head enough to suck hard against the base of his cock, suctioning in his cheeks and closing his throat tight around the tip. 

Jeongguk lets out a choked, quivering whimper, fingers tightening on his strands as he cums right into his throat, spurts of sticky cum tickling on his throat as he keeps fucking him with his fingers, tasting until the very last drop, humming against his cock as he feels it twitch and slowly go limp once again under his mouth. 

He keeps his mouth attached to him, nursing his cock as he keeps moving his wrists even when Jeongguk’s whines turn into needy sobs of pleasure and overstimulation, the hand gripping his hair falling to the side.

“Fuck, ‘s too much, Hyuuung,” he cries, voice broken and pitiful, but it only serves to make him hungrier, to keep on twisting his wrist deeper, brushing his prostate from time to time to make him bolt into his mouth, trembling petty cock moving around flaccidly against his tongue. “Hyung please,” he can barely hear him through the wet filthy noises that their bodies are making, “Your cock,” he mumbles, not even trying to form a complete sentence. 

Yoongi bobs his head one more time before letting the boy’s pathetic, used cock fall against his abdomen. It sends an intoxicating thrill through his veins, to still hear him so desperate for more after everything he’s already had.

When he pushes his fingers out Jeongguk whines disgruntled at the emptiness. Yoongi bites the skin of his navel hungrily before sitting up slowly, making a show of coating his hard cock in lube as the boy watches him through his heavy eyelids, licking his lips in hunger as he watches him stroke himself languidly. 

“Hot Hyung,” he mumbles, hand wobbly moving up to grip him from his forearm slightly, failing to try and pull him closer as his muscles are too relaxed to function properly. 

Yoongi does it for him, letting his cock get engulfed into his crack as he lets his weight fall over the boy, the friction over his hard on making him twitch slightly under him.

“You sure you can take it?” He wonders, hips thrusting deliciously slow to make him feel his hardness, his own body spasming with anticipation as his tip brushes his fluttering rim that’s desperate to be filled again. 

Jeongguk looks destroyed already, face glistening with tears, skin puffy and crimson all over, eyes still shining in vulnerable lust as his hand slightly grips his nape to press their faces closer, brushing their lips slowly, damping his mouth with the liquids that are brightening his skin up.

He keeps thrusting his hips sluggishly, cock hungrily drowned into his moisty folds. Jeongguk hitches in an anticipation, still overstimulated as his own, tired cock starts to palpitate slightly against their bodies one more time.

“I can take your cock, Hyung,” he answers hazily, a little bit too late, as if he was trying to figure out a way to speak his mind, fingers intertwining on the hair of his nape, “Want it,” he adds, hips thrusting up as the tip of his cock brushes his rim, he pushes it in for a second, letting the stretch start to suction him in and watching Jeongguk’s breath itch at the intrusion, but he lets it slide out to thrust deep against his lower back, biting onto his lips with a cocky smile, “Stop teasing,” Jeongguk whimpers, silent tears running down his cheeks before he opens his eyes up to stare at him, pupils blown wide in lust, “Fuck me already, Hyung. I don’t wanna be a virgin anymore.”

That spirals his feral side, he lets his body weight fall into his forearm next to Jeongguk’s head, his other hand lifting up the boy’s hips to adjust the tip of his cock against his rim once again, soaked hand pressing to the curve of his waist as he leisurely starts to sink himself into his damp walls that welcome him with a velvety tightness that buzzes his brain in pleasure.

Jeongguk bites into his shoulder to muffle his cries, hands gripping desperately into his back as he bottoms out slowly, letting his cock stay there, caged into the heat that pulsates around him with hunger.

He has ached for this for so long, it makes him feel almost delirious to have him so gone for him, so desperate for whatever Yoongi can give him to make him feel good; and he wants to make him feel addicted, intoxicated with him till the point that his brain can’t worry about anything but him.

“There,” Yoongi licks his lips, raspy voice vibrating onto his sensitive neck before sucking his earlobe into his mouth, “You’re not a virgin anymore, baby. Congratulations.”

“Thank you, Hyung,” Jeongguk cries, both aroused and humiliated, cock semi-hard in between the skin sticking in their chests.

A rush of hunger pulls up on his loins as he watches Jeongguk’s body take him in, his furrowed brows slowly relaxing as he gets used to the girth of his wet cock that’s pulsating hard inside him, starting to fill him up with precum as his cock pulsates hungrily at the tightness. 

He bites his blotched upper lip onto his mouth, tongue lapping into his mouth with hunger, eating up his soft whimpers that verge in between pain and lust.

“Don’t thank me yet, you still have to cum two more times,” he grunts, locking his hips deeper into him, rolling them slightly without pulling out. 

His movements have the boy’s back arching from the bed sinfully, and Yoongi takes advantage of it and slides his hand into the arch of his back to cage their bodies even closer, the sweat of their skins mixing up with Jeongguk’s fluids as they stick them up together, it makes a filthy, damp noise that has his knees digging deeper onto the bed. 

He grins against his jaw, licking his lips before sliding his tongue along them, grinding his cock inside his hole until Jeongguk’s whimpers start to go from overwhelming cries to breathy moans. 

“Fuck me already, please,” he begs, using all his strength to pull his face up by his strands so their eyes meet, orbs glistening with needy tears, “Fuck me like you want to,” He nuzzles his face to reach to his ear, sucking his earlobe wet, “Fuck your virgin,” his voice is breathy, sultry and dirty. 

“Enjoy it, baby,” He answers, biting from his jaw playfully, “You won’t get to be a virgin ever again.”

His cock slides out slackly, fighting the stretch that’s twitching to keep him inside until it’s just the tip left. 

He notices how much Jeongguk aches to lift his hips up, but his face is frowned in concentration to fight his urges, trying to relax under his touch to let him do all the work. So Yoongi pleases him, because there’s nothing else he wants more in this life than to make him feel good, than to give him everything he asks for and more, all the things he doesn’t even know he needs.

He fucks him steadily at first, languid movements as he lets the boy get used to the stretch that has him whimpering rhythmically over his lips, angelic melodies that drawn out with every deep thrust, injecting inside his bones that are starting to ache for more as Jeongguk’s heat starts to get under his skin, as his body melts into waves of pleasure; his movements become harder and deeper, nails ripping the skin of his back as Yoongi’s rhythm starts to haze his brain, drifting it away to another world.

“You feel so tight around me, baby,” he grunts, teeth nibbling hard on his jaw as his whimpers echo over his nose, “Stretching so good around Hyung’s cock.”

“Don’t stop,” he pleads nonsensically, while Yoongi’s thrusts are getting almost animalistic now. “More, please, wanna cum again, Hyung.”

“Already?” He whispers, a dirty smile creeping his face, “You’re not fully hard yet, baby.”

“I know,” he whines back, hands pushing on a fist as a wave of pleasure runs through his body, mouth lolling open as he his tongue moves aimlessly, trying to say something but his brain is glitching at the pleasure that’s invading him, “Feel so dirty Hyung,” his voice is so needy that it makes his vision turn black for a second as he keeps his cock deeper into his hole, letting the boy feel his full hardness filling him up for a few seconds, “Your cock’s so big, please don’t stop fucking me,” he begs again, desperation in his voice that makes him fuck him harder to disarm him even more.

“I’m not stopping,” his voice is raspy, almost a growl, “How could I stop? You look so pretty all ruined for me,” Jeongguk gasps at that, his cock twitching nervously in between them, “Your virgin hole feels heavenly around my cock.”

The scream he lets out is something so pornographic as it echoes around the damp room back to his ears, injecting on his bloodstream that’s fuzzy with need.

Jeongguk’s entire body tenses, back arching against his palm as he convulses against him, sucking him in so tight that he has to contain himself from cumming as well as the boy spills in between them, it’s barely a spurt, cock drained from working so hard. 

Feeling his spent member in between them only makes him hungrier for the boy’s last orgasms, for his balls to empty until the very last drop just for him. 

Yoongi feels like a starved animal that just caught his prey, that will nurture it to a better life, to be safe under his claws that will protect him from all harm. 

Jeongguk is fully sobbing again, eyes closed as his entire body goes completely lax under him, hands twitching to grasp to his skin but too weak for it, just a soft caress over the marks that are burning on his back. The boy feels like a soft cloud under his weight, scent soft and fuzzy, body tender under his fingertips that still dig hard onto his skin, lifting him slightly from the mattress to keep them pressed together.

“Mhm, best boy for Hyung,” he compliments, kissing his lips softly. He goes on even deeper when Jeongguk’s one do not move against him, mouth still lolled open with the heaviness of the orgasms, still stuffed full to the brim, his hard cock drenched and desperate as he keeps his hips locked for the boy to recover before he can start fucking him again, “You’re doing it so good, you don’t even want to stop, do you?”

He shakes his head, a slight, cute frown taking over his face at Yoongi’s words. He licks his puffy lips, eyes slowly fluttering open to look back at him.

“I love feeling this full,” he sighs, a dreamy smile taking over his relaxed face even when silent tears keep streaming down his face, is like he doesn’t even notice the distress of his overwhelmed body anymore, too busy enjoying it, “Love Hyung’s cock,” his lips wet his mouth in a sweet attempt of a kiss that has him rutting softly into him, “I love Hyung.”

“Fuck,” Yoongi presses their foreheads together, heart racing with a different type of intensity as the slurred, melodic words dance on his eardrums, “I love you too, Jagiya. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Jeongguk purrs under him at that, and Yoongi can’t contain himself anymore. 

He starts to thrust deeper as his lower belly pulls up with uncontained heat that rushes through his brain, that dizzies him up as he starts to fuck into Jeongguk with deep thrusts, jolting his body up as he finds his prostate to keep pushing into that angle, abusing it until his cock starts to palpitate again. This time it doesn’t get hard, even as Yoongi notices Jeongguk’s body start to tremble again with an orgasm that almost seems unwanted, no build up anymore for his overstimulated body as he keeps shoving his cock into his sweet spot. 

He feels like a madman, powerful and thirsty as the pleasure runs through his veins as he keeps thrusting hard, sensing Jeongguk jerk as his orgasms start to bloom almost uninvited by his body, cock barely semi-hard as his limbs twitch without control while his high takes over, lax body spasming into the mattress as his hole twitches around him desperately, pitiful sobs falling out of his lips as Yoongi keeps fucking him through his dry climax, aching for his own release.

“Breed me,” his voice coming out in a choked whisper. “Please, fill me up.”

Yoongi’s body relaxes as he lets himself go, satisfied at being able to push Jeongguk through everything that he wanted to. He bites into his lips as he cums inside him, eating the loud, melodic scream that rips out the boy’s throat as he starts riding his euphoria in deep thrusts, feeling the stick of his thick spurts start to coat the walls of his pulsating hole. He kisses him deeper as his movements get slower, licking into his mouth that keeps whimpering softly into his lips, tongue fighting to tangle with Yoongi’s, but his movements are too languid in his state of subspace.

He feels like his high lasts for minutes as he slowly keeps moving his hips, still spurting inside Jeongguk’s hole that flutters around him with a tightness that makes him feel dizzy as his climax starts to run down, his chest still fluttering and warm, still intoxicated with his surroundings, with the way Jeongguk’s lips try to clasp to his skin in movements so hazy that they almost seem like a ghost.

“Thank you,” Yoongi voices into his mouth, leaving wet kisses around it that has the boy giggling softly under him, fighting to flutter his eyes open for him. When he does, Yoongi thinks that his heart is going to stop working as he tries to grasp the intense tenderness that glints through them, an adoration that only serves to melt his core even more, “Thank you for letting me take care of you.”

“I’m sorry,” Jeongguk answers instead, trembling fingers clasping to his nape. 

Yoongi frowns, because there’s not a thing that comes to his mind that Jeongguk could be sorry about. He tries to sooth him by caressing his sides softly, his hand getting sticky with the fluids that drip from between them, but he doesn’t care at all and neither does Jeongguk, who’s too gone to even realise about it.

“For what?” He wonders, trying to get a grasp of whatever is happening inside his fuzzy mind. 

He moves his hips up to try to pull out, but Jeongguk clenches his hole, slightly shaking his head at him. 

“Don’t, keep it inside me,” an involuntary pout takes over his lips, and Yoongi can’t help but kiss it down, pushing the boy’s lax body deeper against the mattress as he deepens the kiss, tongue brushing over his puffy lips, savouring every corner as he is unable to match his rhythm. 

“Okay,” his tone is reassuring, a smile twitching on Jeongguk’s commissures, “We can stay like this forever if you want.”

“That sounds amazing,” Jeongguk sighs, hand scratching onto his neck as Yoongi keeps his mouth attached to him, going down his jaw in a wet trail that has him sighing in content.

“I bet Namjoon would be traumatized when he comes to find out what’s happening,” he jokes, but Jeongguk’s body twitches lightly at that. Which makes Yoongi grunt at the implication of that reaction, at the realization that Jeongguk likes to be watched more than he lets on.

And maybe Yoongi does too, maybe he can indulge them both a little bit with it. He knows the others would love it too.

“He would love it,” Jeongguk mumbles as if he was reading his mind, snuggling under him as if he wanted to make himself smaller, “Hyung’s a pervert too.”

“He is,” he answers with a chuckle, nuzzling his nose tenderly. They fall into silence for a few seconds and Yoongi waits to see if Jeongguk reacts, if a confession falls out of his lips, but maybe his brain is too foggy to even remember about it, so he can’t help but bring the subject back, “Will you tell me what you’re sorry for, baby?”

Jeongguk sighs, lips trembling over him as he fights to push the words out of his lips. Yoongi lifts his hand to caress his face gently, which makes the boy melt against his palm exactly as he was expecting, not caring about how sticky it is, even kissing the mess lightly as he pushes himself to speak.

“I’m sorry for what I said to you that day, I know you didn’t push me to do anything,” his words are slurred yet charged with guilt and worry, “I never thought that, I just—I was hurt, I felt humiliated—” the words cut a wound on his heart, but Yoongi thinks he will be able to live through it now that Jeongguk is right next to him, so he just waits for him to continue, “So I just wanted to hurt you back, I’m really sorry,” he is crying now at the rough sincerity of his words, as he confesses to him something that Yoongi already knew deep down.

Yoongi doesn’t even have it in him to be mad, the thought doesn’t even cross his mind at any moment, that there’s not a thing that Jeongguk could do to pull him apart from his arms.

“You reacted like any human being would do,” His hoarse tone is filled with reassurance, “That’s the least I deserved, I know you didn’t mean it.”

“But the thing is I’m glad you did it!” He whimpers, frustrated at his own words, at the contradiction of his feelings, “I wouldn’t want it any other way, Hyung. I want you, I want all of us back.”

“That’s done now then, you came back to me,” Yoongi purrs against his ear, leaving a wet trail down his neck as he soothes his distressed body down, “And I bet Jimin-ah and Taehyung-ie are on the same path, you three are always on the same page,” Jeongguk huffs a laugh at that, fingers scratching his scalp as he tilts his head to the side to give him more space. “This will only make us stronger now, I promise you that.”

“Thank you, Hyung,” his voice comes out watery, trembling on the edges as his face scrunchs while the feelings wash over his body, “Nobody takes care of me like you do.”

“You can always count on me for that, Jagiya. I will protect you with my life.”

;

They wake up past midday, in fact it is almost two pm when Jeongguk opens his eyes for the first time. Yoongi has been watching him sleep for a while now, old habits die hard, but it’s difficult to contain himself when he looks so comfortable over his arms, so his .

He doesn’t dare to move not to bother him from his sweet dreams, his head pressed against Yoongi’s chest as drool pulls up from his mouth, drying sticky over his chest. He looks angelic, like a miracle that has fallen up into his lap to save his life from a never ending misery. 

“Hungry,” is the first thing Yoongi can understand in between the boy’s babbles, a smile pushes up his lips as Jeongguk slides into his neck, snuggling closer to his side. “Wanna eat, please Hyungie, ‘m really hungry.”

It almost feels like a sin to move away, but he knows they haven’t eaten in a while now and both their bodies need to recover, especially Jeongguk’s that even when he’s fully dressed, he seems to be falling asleep standing up. He frowns at the soreness of his body, the pout in his puffy mouth never leaving his face, not even when Yoongi tries to kiss it away.

When he pushes away from his sore lips he tries to fix his fringe that’s all over the place, but the hairs still jump from his scalp stubbornly, so he lets it go, he looks immensely cute anyway, so he just leaves another wet peck over his lips before taking his hand to guide his path. 

The five of their friends are in the kitchen that smells heavenly as they step in, Seokjin behind the stove as Hoseok and Taehyung watch him closely, Jimin in between Namjoon’s legs who's sitting on the stalls right in front of them. 

“Morning,” he greets, all of their eyes landing over them with different tones of judgement and amusement. 

Yoongi doesn’t mind them, leading Jeongguk to an empty stall before reaching for a pack of snacks, opening it up before putting it into the boy’s hand who grips it tightly as he realises, eyes opening wider before he starts to devour, brows furrowing as the taste hits him. 

He smiles, cleaning the edge of his mouth that’s sticky with salt before leaving a soft peck over it.

“There’s people around you,” Jimin huffs, making Yoongi turn around to stare at him with one brow raised. His friend doesn’t look mad, his eyes are teasing as he directs a devilish smile to him, “Do you have to be so loud all the time? We were in the middle of a conversation last night and then I couldn't hear my thoughts over Jeongguk’s moans,” he deadpans, which makes all of them laugh loudly around the kitchen. 

Even he laughs a little, but he bites it off as the boy coughs, eyes widening as he chokes onto the food, leaving the packet on the counter as he looks at them with his cheeks crimson in embarrassment, doe eyes panicked as he is put on the spot so bluntly in front of everyone. 

Yoongi finds it cute, how he looks so ashamed as if he didn’t know what he was doing; but he knows is not that, he knows that what has him so flustered is the fact that they are all talking about it so lightly.

“I’m sorry,” Jeongguk mumbles, but Yoongi shakes his head at that, looking at Jimin sternly before looking back at his boy who looks at him pleadingly, as if asking to be saved. 

“You’re not,” Seokjin answers, chuckling with lighthearted amusement, “You will do it again tonight.”

Jeongguk shrugs, which has all of them snorting at the sincerity of his gesture. Yoongi bites the smile off of his lips, moving to the coffee machine to pour two cups for them.

“You don’t have to be sorry about anything, Jagiya,” He can hear Taehyung gasp dramatically at the ease in which the pet name falls out of his lips, “Is not like they don’t fuck too.”

All of them turn red at that, which has Jeongguk beaming with pride as he looks back at him, seeing that their demeanours were so smoothly shifted. 

“Well, Hyung’s right,” Namjoon breaks the silence, Jimin whispers something to him that’s probably related to letting Yoongi get his way. “We do fuck.”

He takes the full coffee cups to the counter, placing the one that has a sip of milk against Jeongguk’s hand. The boy moans contently as he takes a sip, his shoulders relaxing a little.

“Does anyone else want to share anything?” Taehyung jokes, stretching to reach the bag of snacks that Jeongguk left unfinished. 

“I lost my virginity,” Jeongguk blurts, gasping in shock as he can hear himself out loud. “And Hyung is my boyfriend,” he adds, as if that’s going to smoothen the embarrassment. 

Yoongi chuckles completely endeared, as their friends burst into laughter around them, the sound is so contagious that they end up chuckling as well, stares just fixing each other to try and subdue the flusteredness that grows around them.

“Well that’s what we imagined anyway,” Seokjin’s pitchy tone is still entertained as he turns the stove off. Yoongi can imagine his ears are red from embarrassment at the topic, but he doesn’t turn to look, too focused on keeping Jeongguk concentrated in him as his mouth pouts involuntarily at the exposition. 

“Congratulations,” Hoseok tells them, “About you being boyfriends I mean,” he adds,  turning red in shame at the implication.

“Congratulations about losing your virginity too, Jeongguk-ie,” Jimin’s tone is amused and satisfied, “It seems our Hyungs are getting exactly what they wanted.”

Jeongguk shrugs, lifting his leg a little to pull him closer by pressing the back of his knee, letting his head rest against his shoulder as he looks back at his best friend, cheeky smile brightening his features.

“It’s just what they deserve.”