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yoongi often likes to joke about how the one thing he really brings to their relationship is stellar performance in the bedroom. jungkook always laughs it off for the older man's sake, reassures him of all of the things that yoongi does right (more than he could ever even try to count, babe, please) because he knows that it's a display of insecurity, in that small way that only he would understand. yoongi does so much for him, every single day, and more often than not he does it without having any idea.

but jungkook can't deny that, self deprecating joke or not, it's true. and it's especially true after a long week at work, after yoongi gets into one of those moods, a glint in his eye that's more than familiar while jungkook throws together a simple dinner.

it's ridiculous in the same, comfortable way that everything else is. it's stupid and it doesn't make sense but it's them, the way that yoongi presses against jungkook's back, fingers wandering to places that make it really hard to focus on anything else. their simple dinner turns into a half cooked something-to finish-later, thrown into the fridge once jungkook gives in to the way that he really can't resist yoongi, and especially not when he's so earnestly offering to help relieve the stress, take the edge off.

jungkook can't deny anything. especially not once he's left boneless and satisfied, practically melting against the bed with a just as satisfied yoongi nuzzling into his neck, pressing a kiss against his shoulder.

it isn't until his stomach starts growling that either of them move, yoongi chuckling softly because he can feel it with the way that his arm is draped over him, wrapping around. one more kiss to the back of his neck and jungkook hears the shuffling of sheets, feels the comfortable warmth leave him. he's stubborn, just a little, and by the time he opens his eyes yoongi is already dressed again.

jungkook sits up, cards a hand through his messy hair and takes it in, mind still a little blissed out, fighting to focus. yoongi is dressed in what jungkook recognizes as his self-proclaimed most comfortable sweats, and it's been years but his heart still skips a beat when he realizes that yoongi is wearing one of his shirts.

it's a red one, worn and oversized even on jungkook, so yoongi is practically swimming in it.

it's adorable, and then yoongi turns around and jungkook realizes exactly what shirt it is. it's his self-proclaimed most comfortable shirt, the iron man one, the one that he always looks forward to tugging on on the weekends. the one he was planning on changing into tonight.

yoongi tosses him a pair of clean underwear, breaking him momentarily from his focus, his train of thought. jungkook looks down at them and suppresses the urge to let out a small snort - briefs, naturally - but he takes them anyway, moves himself around enough to tug them on. they're comfortable at least, so he can't complain, and he doesn't think to complain about the fact that yoongi didn't offer him a shirt as well. it doesn't matter.

he pulls himself up off of the bed, follows yoongi in his slow trail towards the door but he stops him before they can get there, a gentle tug on his wrist that effectively grabs his attention. before yoongi can even get a question out jungkook is kissing him, moving forward a little clumsily, a little lazily until he's got the smaller man pressed up against their bedroom wall. yoongi just lets out a soft sigh and a hum of appreciation, hand slipping up to the back of jungkook's neck, falling right back into it easily.

jungkook isn't usually the one that takes the more dominant role in the bedroom, but that doesn't matter so much. it's not all black and white, and it doesn't mean that he can't do this, coax yoongi into more of those long, slow kisses that threaten to burn him up all over again if he isn't careful. yoongi isn't, and it's obvious. he doesn't see any reason to be, definitely would never think of anything good enough to pull him away from sinking into this completely, from letting the heat pool low in his stomach with every expert drag of jungkook's tongue. the younger boy just grins, fingers starting to wander, skirting around the hem of the t-shirt and pushing it up slowly. it's just enough to touch along the lowest part of yoongi's stomach, skirting along the waistband of his sweatpants, pulling a shiver and a soft, deep sound from the older man's throat.

jungkook keeps going, slow enough to be a tease, exposing more and more of yoongi's skin as he drags the shirt up higher and higher, feeling the way that yoongi's body is starting to react, how he melts and tenses with anticipation all at the same time.

it's effortless, really. jungkook keeps dragging the shirt up until he tugs it over yoongi's head in one easy motion, grinning when the older man looks up at him with dark, lazy eyes. he's nice enough to go in for another kiss, lingering in it for just a few moments before he pulls back completely. the grin is still firmly in place as jungkook takes the shirt and pulls it over his own head, tugging it down while yoongi watches in disbelief.

"are you serious?" he asks, clearly unimpressed with this turn of events, the one that's left him half hard all over again because he's all kinds of embarrassingly easy for his boyfriend.  

"let me eat dinner first," jungkook responds, presses another kiss to the corner of yoongi's mouth, and just like that he's out of the bedroom, leaving a stunned and disgruntled yoongi against the wall.

"...little shit," yoongi grumbles under his breath, but he follows jungkook anyway, just like he always does. because the sad fact of the matter is that he'd follow this stupid boy anywhere, little shit or not. and he's absolutely okay with that.