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It still made Jungkook feel giddy whenever he took Hoseok out for a romantic, lovely date. It should have become sort of a routine by now, as they’ve been together for a few months already, but the excitement was still ever so present when it came to spending quality time with his hyung.
The place it would be held in was Seokjin’s choice, the oldest friend in their group. The silliest, too, but they all tended to overlook that because Seokjin gave the best hugs. He had been babbling about how he had taken his own boyfriend a few days prior to an ice cream shop and made good, the best, really, progress there. These were his words and Jungkook had always been a little impressionable when it came to his older friends and their helpful antics. Seokjin could probably talk anyone into a bank robbery, but it tells more about Seokjin and the power of his wording than Jungkook’s naiveness, actually.
You put them together in a locked room and you are in for a treat.
Seokjin did have good ideas sometimes, yes, so it wouldn’t hurt to listen to him this once, too. Their last date was studying for their hell week, and it wasn’t exactly a date, so Seokjin surely could do better than stress for entertainment and spicy noodles for snacks? Hopefully.
“Listen, Kook-ah, simply draw parallels between Hoseok-ie and ice cream,” said the wise, oh so wise man, his eyes deep watching the horizon, forehead wrinkling dramatically as if this conversation was taking a toll on his deteriorating health all of sudden. It was Seokjin himself who brought it up in the first place. And he is twenty-five years old. Jungkook exhales quietly.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” Jungkook asks, deadpan, and slightly desperate to keep the older man shut. He accepted Seokjin’s offering, sure, but he must put his foot down whenever the other starts a conversation with ‘Listen…’. Jungkook has listened before. He has a scar to prove it.
Seokjin glosses over Jungkook’s ungratefulness with more knowledgeable talk and a huffy sigh, brats these days… “Talk about how he makes your heart melt when he smiles at you, just like ice cream, soft and sweet,” he advises with a silly smile on his face and Jungkook does ponder over that. It surely could work, because Hoseok’s smile does have Jungkook-melting abilities, after all. And they do taste sweet! Maybe Seokjin isn’t that bad— “Don’t mention limp dicks in that narrative, though. Like I did.”
And there we have it.
Jungkook mustered up energy enough to swing his backpack at the older’s face as he stomped out of the cafeteria, not before thanking his hyung for his help. Kind of, yes.
The vanilla ice cream was very sweet on his tongue, his tastebuds throwing a party for the cold treat in such a hot day. It was sweet, but it paled when compared to Hoseok’s kisses.
This was a good idea and Seokjin was right, in the end. Jungkook was sure to never let the older man know about that, though. He could handle so much ego already, and Seokjin most of the times wasn’t even right. Maybe he could laugh at one of his puns for a change as a payment.
Forgetting all about Seokjin, Jungkook locks eyes with his cute boyfriend sitting in front of him and seemingly having a blast with the dessert.
“You taste better and sweeter than this, hyung,” Jungkook stated, bluntly, his hand holding the plastic spoon to his lips after having a taste. He grins right after, proud.
Hoseok is just a shameless person through and through. He danced on top of tables when partying, he was unapologetic loud for no reason always, wore things people had a hard time looking at with their own eyes, his hair was bright fucking red, for God’s sake. Nothing could really get him itchy under his skin, embarrassment was a thing his body wasn’t really able to process by itself, the enzymes or something. Hoseok was seen as untouchable and strong, a cocky skinny thing with a passion for neon colors.
And their friends found their differences cute because, unlike him, Jungkook who was prone to blush after sneezing in class for drawing unwanted attention. Jungkook stuttered when asking for extra sauce at restaurants, wearing beige and black combinations because duh?
Jungkook was just Jungkook, tender and calm, and Hoseok was just Hoseok, daring and vivid.
So it was good news when Jungkook discovered that cheesiness could even make bold Jung Hoseok shake in his boots. Hoseok was just soft at heart, soft for him and his endearing charms only. He enjoyed this flustered side of his boyfriend very much, so much more than what is supposed to be healthy. An embarrassed Hoseok is for Jungkook’s eyes only.
He noticed the exact moment it registered in his mind, because Hoseok’s cheeks turned pink, just like strawberry ice cream, before he broke into soft, breathless giggles, his palm coming up to cover his mouth.
Jungkook beamed at him, starry eyes and all, at the way Hoseok curled into himself minutely, delighted.
“Don’t start that shit,” Hoseok says in-between giggles, then, eyes darting away so he could ignore Jungkook’s bright, cheeky smile.
“Hyung, really. You are softer, sweeter, tastier, and, best of all, cuter.”
“Where are you picking these up from, Kook?” He questions, cheeks flushed from the flirting Jungkook was throwing his way unwarned. This stage had been over and done with for a while now, but he strived to make the elder dissolve into a puddle of lovely always.
“I’m merely flirting with my boyfriend, hyung. And you can thank Seokjin-hyung for that.” Hoseok rolls his eyes at him, napkin dabbing at the corner of his mouth, which were canting up from him repressing his amusement.
“It is just endearing how these kind of things work,” Jungkook states when Hoseok keeps looking at him with flushed cheeks and clear eyes. He inches his container of the soft cream towards Hoseok, seeing as he had finished his portion already. “You can wall twerk everywhere without batting an eyelash but if I tell how you look pretty in your jeans, you turn the color of a stop sign.”
“W-Well,” Hoseok stutters at that, caught off guard. He failed at coming up with a witty answer, so Hoseok settled for changing the subject, “I’m not finishing your ice cream for you. You already insisted on paying for it.”
“I wanna treat my boyfriend, is all. After all, he is indeed hotter than any ice cream.”
“I can’t believe you’d fuck ice cream, Jungkook.” Hoseok shakes his head, spooning some of the sweet and holding out for Jungkook to have a bite of.
“Only if you turned into ice cream, I would. Love you, hyung.”
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“What kind of superhero would you be, hyung?” Jungkook inquires from his bed, his eyes glued to his phone screen as he read speculations about how powers came to superheroes in comics and movies. He was still into it as much as when he was five years old and obsessed with The Teen Titans.
Hoseok paused the newest Kylie Minogue music video he was watching, splayed on the cold floor of the room as he mulled over Jungkook’s random question, “I think I’d like to be the invisible guy.”
Jungkook drops his phone to the side and hums. “Would you be fast?” He asks, looking over to his boyfriend.
“No, but maybe I could fly…”
“What name would you choose?”
“I think ’Tricky’. Like, you can see me now, now you can’t. Isn’t that cool? So tricky!” Hoseok smiles at his own silliness and Jungkook joins him.
“Uh, yeah. Kinda lame, though.”
“Yeah? Who would you, the great Jungkook be, then?” Hoseok pokes fun at him with an amused glint in his eyes when he looks over, but Jungkook puffs out his chest, proud all of sudden, hand brushing off the hair off his eyes to show Hoseok the beam he holds in his smug ones.
“First off, I would have lots of powers because I’m just that amazing, you know. Super strength, ability to fly, see in the dark, communicate with animals… The Super Superhero, if you will, hyung.”
Hoseok’s brows furrow, failing to find flaws in Jungkook’s character. “Interesting enough. But what would your weakness be when you are that invincible?”
Jungkook answers easily. “You, hyung.”
The tip of Hoseok’s ears grow a little redder, but he pays it no mind as he demands, stunned, “What?”
Shrugging his shoulders, Jungkook answers, “If someone captured and harmed you, I would lose my shit, you know.”
It is true, though. Superhero Jungkook would go to great lengths for Hoseok’s happiness and safety, just like Real Life Jungkook. The powers don’t have to change anything, except for the part in which he’d be able to fuck Hoseok while they are both flying in the air. Sounds very promising, but still very unattainable. Well.
Hoseok’s eyes turn soft at his answer, but his face scrunches in disapproval, “Don’t know how that would happen. You can’t literally see me,” he looks all mighty as he reasons with Jungkook. As if to fade away is that big of a deal. Jungkook scoffs. “And my other superpower, which I failed to mention yet, is that I have zero weaknesses, so…”
Jungkook snorts at that, incredulous but appreciating of how Hoseok always plays a part in his silly moments. “Really, now?”
Hoseok nods, hair bobbing up and down on top of his head, very sure of himself. “I have none. I’m strong, healthy, clever—” And now Jungkook just has to prove him wrong, naturally.
It happens so fast.
Jungkook throws himself to the floor and on top of his boyfriend quickly, straddling his legs and interrupts him with a teasing, “Then what is this?” but before Hoseok has time or breath to answer, he is broken into loud laughter.
The younger has Hoseok’s hips in a tight ticklish grip, thumbs digging into sensitive hipbones mercilessly, the pinned down man thrashing about in ticklish glee, helpless to it all. Jungkook has a smug look on his face as Hoseok cackles away his screams.
“Fuck you!” He curses, his hands uselessly trying to pry off Jungkook’s as the stronger man coos at him mockingly. “Jungkook!”
Paying no heed, he keeps delving into soft, warm skin, firm on shattering Hoseok’s holy idea of himself with tickles. “What, hyung? This is alright, you ain’t no weak man.”
“Asshole!” Yells Hoseok as Jungkook places his large palms now on protruding ribcages, poking and squeezing and just giving Hoseok hell like the good boyfriend he is. “Please, no!” Hoseok can’t keep still, his legs and arms moving like crazy worms, seeking freedom from Jungkook’s fingers, but he gives it good for a few more seconds, just enough to have Hoseok silent laughing.
Jungkook ceases his torture, then, and lowers his face to sweetly kiss Hoseok’s remaining laughter, and breath, away. Hoseok is panting, chest rising up and down erratically and he has tiny teardrops on the corner of his eyes from the force of his laughing. The glare he is giving Jungkook, however, falls flat because the image of having his boyfriend a mess from pokes to the ribs is too endearing and non-threatening at all.
“Ah, hyung. You are the cutest,” Jungkook utters as he cups Hoseok’s pink cheeks into his hands, just to be able to look him in the eyes.
“I’m older than you, you shouldn’t be able to tickle me ever,” Hoseok unconsciously pouts, but he brings down Jungkook’s head for more kisses and the younger complies happily.
“You just make it easy by being the most ticklish person I know, Hobi. I’m lucky,” Jungkook mumbles against his lips, ever the little shit.
“Fuck you,” he spits, eyes on fire before shoving Jungkook off of him. They end up side to side on the floor.
Jungkook squeezes Hoseok’s knee and the elder jolts. Jungkook just has to know all his spots. “Is that you asking for more tickles, baby?”
Hoseok screams, crawling away hastily before Jungkook hooks his arm under Hoseok’s waist to pull him back. “Don’t you— Dare!”
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Jungkook threw back his glass of plain soju easily just as the boys all around him egged him on with cheers and laughter, glasses going clink clink amongst themselves in tipsy fun. Jimin was the last one to use the karaoke machine, so the mood was still light after he impersonated J. Y. Park and Jessi’s in a charming redemption of ’Who’s Your Mama?’. Jimin absolutely owned the performance so much Seokjin bought them all a round for Jimin’s powerful performance.
The ambiance was amazing, having not only Jimin looking happy and relaxed, but all the others seemed to have a good time just outsinging each other in all good faith, snacking and drinking together after a hard week of work and studies. Gathering together like this made life more bearable, because even after graduating, they’ve still kept being the best of friends. Even after life got in the way, they found their friendship worthy of fighting for. Jungkook is grateful for having them in his life.
Taehyung was up next, diet coke with lemon slices and a tiny bit of salt in it forgotten on the table as filtered quickly through the list of songs to sing along to, trying to pick one that would boost their excitement the most. His voice was low range, he believed, but if he put effort into it, he could be bubbly-pop enough.
Jungkook looks to the side, eyes locking in on Hoseok’s pink visage and neck, looking blotchy and as drunk as he probably feels after a glass and half of beer. The smile he has on his face looks silly but he also looks quite there, yet. The chances of that changing are high, now that Yoongi brought over a new sweet drink for them to try together. Jungkook has never been much of a fan of grapes, so he passes up the wine-based cocktail to check up on his melting-on-the-couch boyfriend.
“Baby, hey,” Jungkook nudges Hoseok’s knees with his own when he presses close to him in the seati. Hoseok might be a little too hot in his sweater, Jungkook notices just as Hoseok dabs the skin on his upper lip with a thin finger. “You alright?”
Dazed and pretty, Hoseok looks over to him, fingers pushing up insistently the thick sleeves of his sweater to his elbows. “Yes, bunny! Getting heavy, though.”
Jungkook nods, feeling a little dizzy himself after all the drinking he got done with the help of their friends and dares and teasing and singing. He loves taking care of his lightweight lover, so he mentally decides on slowing down a bit so he can keep an eye on him, as well as to prevent the both of them from getting sick. They always look out for each other, but Jungkook can’t help but revel in the fact that his older boyfriend has the alcohol tolerance of a toddler, maybe, if toddlers were able to drink alcohol at all. Hoseok huffs and puffs at this topic, always, because he finds it unfair how Jungkook should rely on him, but the exact opposite acts out. Jungkook just finds him endearing.
Taehyung yells, then, just before Seokjin finishes his telling of the ghost that apparently lives in the office he works in to an amused Yoongi and a frowning Jimin. Jungkook knows the oldest is just full of shit, as always. “‘Up and Down’, ‘Up and Down’!” He exclaims, body going up and down to match the words.
“Wha?” Slurs Namjoon, whose lips are wrapped around a blue straw and eyes are focused on his phone’s screen, probably answering to emails from the radio broadcasting company he works at. The others always complain about how he isn’t able to turn off work, but his line of work is just like that. And Namjoon loves it, in the end, so they go easy on him.
“I’m gonna do EXID’s ‘Up and Down’,” states Taehyung with a flourish, all haughty with the microphone in his hand and sparkly eyes full of excitement.
“Good pick, Tae!” Seokjin and Jimin toast their empty soju shots to him, while Yoongi snacks on a cucumber toast. Jimin refills their tiny glasses effortlessly after opening a new bottle.
Hoseok grins, lopsided, head resting on Jungkook’s shoulder when the younger closes the space between them to hold his boyfriend close. “Ask Kook-ah to be your backup, I taught him the dance.”
They all agree, talking over each other and giggling as Jungkook groans, acting all troubled, but he has a smile on his face. Like he wouldn’t do anything within his power for Hoseok. Also, he loves ‘Up and Down’ almost as much as Hoseok does.
(He hopes he doesn’t pop a boner right there and then because after that dance class, Hoseok rode Jungkook into oblivion on the floor to Solji’s high note.)
“Come on, Kook! You can play Hani,” Jimin encourages, mischievous grin on his lips while he sips off of the cold glass. He looks barely fazed, same with Seokjin and Yoongi. No one in the group can drink them under the table, and Jungkook had tried priorly. He never backs off a challenge, but he acknowledges difficult things when he sees them.
Jungkook rolls his eyes, but, in the end, complies to their request of pairing up with Taehyung and dancing to EXID’s ultimate viral song. He grabs the tiny air conditioner control and brings the temperature down, all of them looking a little overheated, mostly his boyfriend with the dumb sweater in July.
Taehyung pushes the start button and awaits for the beat to bass through the sound equipment, funky and dance-y and fun. Jungkook doesn’t dwell much as Taehyung starts full on rapping LE’s part powerfully, ad libs and all in the same breath. His usual deep voice sounds a tad nasal and lighter, his best effort to match the talented main rapper.
Seokjin whoop whoop’s the chorus just as Jungkook rushes into the dance, thrusting up and down purposely funnier than the choreography certainly calls for, making his friends laugh at him.
His goals are met when Hoseok sets off guffawing at him, hand barely covering up his mouth before he helplessly laughs at Jungkook’s antics, the funny faces really making the silly dance even better at this point. Taehyung catches on, slut dropping and singing like it is his job as Jungkook dances ridiculously to the music.
Jungkook laughs, too, when Taehyung gets sidetracked by Namjoon, drunker than he ever lets on, following Jungkook’s lead and twerking when Hyelin’s part comes up. It looks awkward, a little stiff, but funny to them all. They are all having a good time together, letting loose and forgetting, for just a moment, their troubles. Life catches up, but their bond is stronger than the dark times.
Jimin has a hand on Hoseok’s knee where Hoseok has fallen sideways on the vibrant purple couch, weak body shaking with giggles. He keeps trying to sing along with Taehyung, but his eyes always bounce back to Jungkook and his hilarious exaggerated hand movements. There are laughing tears down his cheeks, but he can’t stop laughing when Jungkook brings Yoongi up as close to the center of the room they can get, the table in the way and all, to dance with them. Unimpressed Yoongi just pinches his nipples, hard, before scurrying back to his seat, refusing to partake in their shenanigan.
Hoseok screams with laughter. He babbles drunkenly, sitting up with Jimin’s help as he reaches for his water just as Taehyung finishes up the song. They all give them a round of applause and compliments.
Jungkook feels out of breath, his heartbeat wild inside his chest when he grabs his own water bottle to have a drink from. He feels proud of having danced to Taehyung’s performance and making everyone laugh, especially his boyfriend, who by now looks pretty much out. Jungkook links their fingers together and decides that after Seokjin finishes singing the newest SEVENTEEN song, he ought to piggyback Hoseok back to their home.
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Jungkook loves coming home to a homemade meal cooked by the loveliest boyfriend in the world, his Hoseok.
He also loves coming home to a hot meal served by his hot boyfriend, who is barefoot, wearing some really short booty shorts and a pale yellow sleeveless shirt that works him into more delectable thing within this side of the city. Jungkook just wants to eat him before they get to eat real food. The desire is kind of thrumming beneath the tiredness that exudes from Jungkook’s body, but ever present.
“Hobi,” Jungkook greets Hoseok with a kiss on his temple when his legs lead them to his lover, arms wrapping themselves around a thin waist like it is their second nature. Apart from looking good, Hoseok smells and tastes good, too, with Jungkook’s shampoo on his hair and a lingering taste of rice on his lips from tasting them before.
By contrast, Jungkook is wearing the last change of clean clothes he had left in the hospital’s locker: a pair of black tight jeans and a blue shirt that feels much too uncomfortable and tight on his tired body. He feels cold, too, after the eight minute walk from the subway to their place. The wind was harsh on his face, nipping at his ears and neck mercilessly. The gray coat he had on wasn’t doing its job as he had expected, but the moment he closed their front door, toed off his pristine white shoes, hung his coat, and heard Hoseok humming by the kitchen, Jungkook was a changed man.
He felt the warmth seeping through his socks, the smell of hot and delicious food finding its way into his nose, his hands longing to touch and hold his boyfriend who he had missed for the last sixteen hours he had been on duty, the understaffed hospital requiring all nurses to work hours after their shift had ended. The monetary compensation hadn’t been that compensating, but Jungkook accepted as he was still a newbie to the job.
“Kook,” Hoseok breathes into his neck, dainty hands coming up to touch and ease some warmth into Jungkook’s wind-licked red ears. He feels hot everywhere, Hoseok does, where they are pressed flush against each other, Jungkook can feel how warm and comforting Hoseok is and he wants to drown in love for the older man. Hoseok’s front is glued to his, showing how much the older had missed him. “Baby, you look so damn tired.”
Jungkook grins without much bite behind his lips. “I do feel so damn tired, yeah.”
Hoseok smiles up at him, something soft, tiptoeing to kiss Jungkook on his nose, then his thin lips, then his chin. “Why don’t you take a warm, well deserved shower and have a bite before hibernating for twenty hours? I’m finishing up our dinner.”
The younger nods, sleepily nuzzling his face into Hoseok’s clean hair, not wanting to let got just yet. He hums his answer, something close to ‘okay’.
“Good baby. I came home a lil’ earlier today, which means I had time to change our towels, so you’ve got that going for you!” Hoseok exclaimed excitedly just as Jungkook reluctantly moved away from his boyfriend and was walking towards their bathroom. He tried to be pumped so Jungkook wouldn’t let his exhaustion get too much of a hold on him.
He stopped on his tracks and looked back to Hoseok, a grateful smile on his chapped lips because Hoseok knew how much Jungkook appreciated fluffy, fresh towels after hard days like these.
Jungkook was currently made of mush and tired nerves. “You are the best, hyung,” he confessed, fond.
Hoseok nodded with sparkly eyes and pink tinted cheeks before setting off to cooking the last of their dinner.
Jungkook comes to the kitchen ten minutes later looking a little less dead on his feet. His damp dark hair is messy on top of his head, flushed cheeks and nose due to the hot water contrasting nicely against his white skin. The dark sweats he has on are low and baggy on his hips, and the white wrinkled shirt on his torso makes for the perfect cozy outfit. He feels better and happier. The power of scalding water and Hoseok’s smiles.
His bowls are already fixed for him with rice, spicy chicken stew and some pickled radish on the side. Hoseok even got him some chopped chives to top it off. He thanks his lover with a sweet kiss to his lips.
They sit in front of each other, talking about their day and eating together for the first time in weeks. Hoseok had been having overtimes in the studio as there was some dancing competitions coming up for his students, so the extra practices were a must nowadays.
They were enjoying their time together at last, having food made with love and chatting.
After they are done, Hoseok shoos away Jungkook to rest with an easy smile, taking on the dishes task mindlessly. Even though he was tired himself, he still felt the need to tend to the mess their kitchen had become in the preparation of the meal.
Jungkook leaves, if only to brush his teeth. He comes back two minutes later, minty breath and all, as Hoseok is busily scrubbing away the hot pepper sauce of the pan.
Arms snake around his waist out of nowhere, making him startle a little. “Why do you fucking move like a cat sometimes?” Hoseok cries out, a childish pout on his lips.
Jungkook chuckles. “You never pay attention to your surroundings, hyung.”
“Bullshit, you just like springing up on me like Jimin does when he’s bored. Fuckers, the lot of you.”
Jungkook chest rumbles with laughter against Hoseok’s back, pressing his front to Hoseok’s back like a puzzle piece, perfectly fit. Hoseok’s shorter body melts against him and leans his head onto the shoulder behind him, content enough to have Jungkook close though his lips are tight in concentration as he rinses off the dish soap of their bowls.
After some time like that, Jungkook gets restless. Not anymore tired, nor hungry, but restless for his boyfriend. He starts with kisses on Hoseok’s nape while murmuring ‘hyung’s into the skin and Hoseok shakes his head, amused but concerned all the same.
“Kook, go sleep. You look like a mad man with your bloodshot eyes,” he requests softly.
Jungkook gasps, chucking alarmed at Hoseok’s tackle on his appearance. “What? No! I want to be with my boyfriend, if he’s up for it.”
Hoseok just keeps washing as he mutters Jungkook to sleep, mindful of how tired and stressed Jungkook must be after his soul crushing shift at the emergency room.
“Hyung,” Jungkook demands, hands comfortably resting on Hoseok’s hips like it is their home.
He is ignored.
Until he isn’t.
“Hyung,” and he forcefully turns Hoseok from his back to his front with firm hands.
Hoseok looks up to him in startled awe, exclaiming his surprise with a breathless yelp.
Proceeding, Jungkook picks him up with little effort, hands under his skinny ass and Hoseok naturally hugs his hips snuggly with his bare and pretty legs.
There is some kind of fire in Jungkook’s eyes and Hoseok whimpers when he realizes where this is leading to. “Baby...”
“I will sleep better after we have some action together, hyung, you know it,” reasons Jungkook, knowing that they are indeed in the same page, now.
Hoseok looks resigned, but it is all for show. His cock is starting to harden already, if the pokey thing by Jungkook’s lower stomach is anything to go by, and there is a glint on his own eyes, hunger and desire concealed with worry. He’s worried about Jungkook’s health and that gets the taller one even more worked up because nothing is hotter than knowing your loved one cares for you just as much.
Jungkook closes the tap Hoseok had left unattended while resting Hoseok’s tailbone on the sink for a second. He balances better the extra weight next and sets off to their bedroom with strong determination, and Hoseok giggles-yells about how he still has the plastic gloves they wear for washing the dishes on.
Hoseok quickly slings them off his hands, delicate digits coming up to cup Jungkook’s cheeks right after and planting sweet kisses on Jungkook’s mouth and cheeks, eager for more.
After stumbling together through the tiny hallway, they get to their bedroom in one piece, excited to be intimate after such a long time of rushed touches while dusk broke through the cold night sky and drowsy make out sessions in between. It wasn’t enough, and Jungkook is glad to be able to quench their thirst for each other right now.
There are harmless tiny bites being placed on Jungkook’s jaw, sharp teeth working together with soft lips to get Jungkook in the higher planes of pleasure. His mind is elsewhere, the idea of doable things tonight bouncing on his mind when it all crumbles down with a step taken in the wrong direction.
More like a stubbed step.
Jungkook shouts and drops Hoseok unceremoniously on the end of the bed just before crouching down fast and tightly holding onto his big toe with a miserable face full of pain.
“Fucking hell!” He angrily shouts, his mouth twisted from hurt and rage at the stinging sensation coursing through his body.
Hoseok looks confused for a second before peering over and snickering hard into his hand. He aims to be quiet and not let Jungkook catch onto him laughing at his misfortune but he fails miserably when Jungkook notices the thinly veiled giggles. Jungkook stares at him with a quite amused face, while still scowling at the pain he is currently enduring.
“Huh, you find it funny when your boyfriend slams his big toe into the bed’s leg. It is very amusing, I agree,” Jungkook teases, voice rather hard, draping himself slowly over Hoseok’s squirming body after a few moments, who now is lying down and has a pillow over his squeaky mouth to hide the spilling laughter. He yells a ‘I don’t!’ through the soft fabric.
“See if I ever carry you around again, hyung,” Jungkook promises with a rough mumble, there’s also a firm pout on his lips. He finishes settling on top of Hoseok’s knees carefully before reaching for his right toe and massaging it throughly, the throbbing still present but less than when it was fresh. Hoseok laughs die some when Jungkook touches his clothed cock, distraction intended and Jungkook gets the pillow off of him in one quick pull, body kicking into motion before the older man’s mocking snickers come up again. He can get some sort of revenge in different ways.
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Nothing mattered as much to Jungkook than having Hoseok under him, singing his pleasures unabashedly while he thrusted inside with care and desire, all in perfect portions for love making. It got Jungkook proud, and happy, to be able to bring his lover to the edge and satisfy him in all the ways whenever they had the chance, time, and want to do so. The mood was just right, too, with the moon up in the sky aligned with their window, like a spell, while they were busy bringing their worlds together and colliding, like so many times before. Jungkook was sweaty, maybe a little too tired after the hell shift he had, but the strain of his body working both of them up and setting his core on fire was enough to keep him going. He could definitely get drunk on Hoseok’s also sweaty body, so pliant and warm, he could lose himself to the way his lover’s lashes fluttered with his touch and his mouth and his voice.
The motion of their bodies together fit like puzzle pieces, drawing a flawless picture of lust and love. Something inside Jungkook’s heart ached, but he realized that it was the good kind of pain. He felt all the love he held for the man under him, the pretty feelings, the sexual feelings, the soft ones… A determined push of his hips compels Hoseok to whine, the older keening as Jungkook finds a rhythm that is a gift to their desires.
He loved when Hoseok got so into his own head, fucking him hard enough that had Hoseok forgetting about his hectic day, ready to do whatever Jungkook asked him to just so he could have all that Jungkook was willing to give to him. Jungkook held both his hands over his head, their hands finding solace together like that, allowing Hoseok’s legs to circle the younger’s waist as it was their designed home.
Something bubbles inside of Jungkook at the prospect of being Hoseok’s forever home as he gets deeper, then, the lubricant squelching quietly as his movements gain more power, sweat dripping from his face and onto the bed as Hoseok throws his head back, creasing the soft, cool duvet beneath their burning bodies, filled with passion and utmost affection. They are losing themselves to the heat from within. Jungkook grunts, growls, bites his lip, Hoseok gets him in the most animalistic way.
Connecting via intimacy like this was always something as big as galaxies expanding to them, and Jungkook truly believed that they would still feel the same twenty years from now.
Hoseok’s stiff member is dark and looking pretty between their stomachs, Jungkook has been going at it for a while now. He wonders how Hoseok hasn’t complained about denying him his orgasm or how he hasn’t come yet just because. Jungkook feels like playing with the other’s member so he lets go of Hoseok’s hands, not before pressing them harder on the bed as a silent command to keep them there with invisible shackles.
He slows down his hips some, smiling a little at the way Hoseok voices his exasperation with a whimper, frowning at at the sudden shift of pace. He looks ready to curse the younger out, as much as Jungkook can see in the moonlit room, but Jungkook grips his cock with a warm hand, gently jerking it up and down and Hoseok exhales sharply at the feelings.
“F-Fuck,” he says, more throat than anything.
“Good, hyung?” Jungkook pries, shallowly thrusting into his hyung’s hole, just teasing.
Hoseok nods erratically as an answer, words failing him as he licks his lips before pulling Jungkook’s face down to be kissed breathless. “More, please, m-more…”
The way his voice breaks, a sign of the desperation within him has Jungkook’s lips sliding down a bit, loving Hoseok’s neck with tongue and teeth and saliva while pulling and pushing on his body like they were both on the brink of death.
And maybe they were. Dying to come, dying to love, dying to reach the stars and be together.
“Make me come,” Hoseok demands with a whisper when Jungkook bites down where his neck meets his shoulder, not using enough of his strength to make it bleed. An overwhelming touch to a temple on fire. Hoseok convulses, body taut like a string, Jungkook playing him like a toy.
The conviction in Jungkook snaps, and he feels ready to just fuck into his boyfriend senseless and get him to come and come and come until he begs to be let go but he refrains. Jungkook just wants to have them both on the edge for a little more, it feels good to deny them both the satisfaction, the power play rushing through his veins always reinforcing the control kink he had in him. Gasping into a kiss, he ceases the contact.
“You will come when I tell you to, baby,” Jungkook condescendingly says, halting all movements just to be infuriating. Also to let Hoseok catch his breath.
He gets out of his hole with caution, all careful as he dips to the floor, bringing a bottle of room-temperature water to both their lips before pressing a kiss to Hoseok’s salty temple. He drinks in the smell of sex and something that is very Hoseok, and the combination of them has him hungry for more. Hoseok shudders at the warm breath making contact with his hot skin, so damn needy.
“I just wanna come already,” Hoseok says, blinking dazedly up at the younger with a flushed face when Jungkook settles once again in-between his spread legs, now that they’ve rehydrated themselves. “Can’t you make me come, Kook? Can’t you?”
Oh.
This game Hoseok was trying to get at was just him trying to get eaten up, really. Teasing was just one of Jungkook’s sparks, enough prompt to make him go and hard at that. His left eyebrow jerked, unimpressed but surprised at the sudden attitude. He bit his lip, assessing the taunt, before murmuring with a dark voice.
“You know I can make you orgasm in less than three minutes. Hell, it happened just yesterday, hyung,” Jungkook ran a palm down Hoseok’s side, his hands going immediately to grab his hips roughly. Hoseok bucked up out of reflex more than anything and Jungkook smirks because that was hot, the way Hoseok reacts to all his advances helplessly.
Hoseok’s eyes remained unfocused as he scowled, ticked off at how cocky Jungkook was being. “Yeah, but we’ve been at it for forty minutes and then some. No orgasms on either parts yet.”
Jungkook just sighed, a bloom inside as he heard the pure urgency, raw need, in Hoseok’s voice, the older did not even try to mask it. “So? I am pushing our limits tonight. You gave me the green light.” A pause. “Plus, I am a master at giving you orgasms.”
The silence is broken when Hoseok snorts.
He snorts so hard even his cock jumps, amused at the absurdity Jungkook just let out of his own mouth. Jungkook just watches him, pitch-black eyes glistening with want and suggestion of more. His boyfriend was mocking him in the middle of sex.
“Why are you laughing?” He inquires, thumbs resting on top of Hoseok’s inner thighs, digging shallowly into the soft flesh as he waited for a response.
“That was a dumb thing to say,” Hoseok answers, his lips stretched into a teasing smile while he places his hand on top of Jungkook’s.
“Oh, so you’re saying I can’t make you admit to anything in three minutes flat with my fingers only? Play you to my liking until you come so hard you get a little loopy in the head?” He asks, lips in a thin line, but hands shaking with anticipation and need as he watches Hoseok lick his lips, fists unconsciously clenching. Hoseok always said that Jungkook had a way with words during hot times that made him break a little, and Jungkook made sure to torture him like that whenever possible.
“T-That’s—“
“Hyung, on your last birthday, you came five times. Two of them dry,” he says, thumbing on the head of Hoseok’s cock, chasing the pre-come down with the tip. Hoseok tries to close his knees together as he squirms uselessly, choking back sobs when Jungkook doesn’t give him more. He can’t even bring himself to talk back, a pretty desperate little thing.
“You won’t be able to stop,” Jungkook promises, then, his voice low and dark and a little scarier than before. He sees how Hoseok’s hole flutters at that.
“W-What?”
“Yeah, you want to come and you will. As many times as I get you to.”
Jungkook flips Hoseok face down and ass up effortlessly, pinning his thin neck down with a hand and sliding in with enough force to have the other screaming in pleasure. Panting, he gathers his bearings before ramming into Hoseok like a frenzied man, crazy concentration on making Hoseok eat his own mocking words. The tight heat surrounding his cock is doing wonders to his self-restraint, mutely reaching for Hoseok’s cock and tugging on the head, a shy touch in contrast to the bold pounding he is currently giving to the man of his dreams.
Hoseok is losing himself, scratching the white sheets while crying out, begging and blabbering when Jungkook hits full on his prostate, the aim powerful, mercilessly plunging in and out. Jungkook grits his teeth, intent on making the other come like he oh so politely requested just before. Pride fills him when Hoseok whimpers loudly as he squeezes Jungkook’s cock with his heat, body going weak as he reaches the highest of the highs and orgasms, come sharply spurting from his cock and dirtying their bed. Jungkook doesn’t let up, fast paced as he hurries for his own, shamelessly grunting at the feeling around him.
“Orgasm number one,” he managed to gasp out, delighted at the way Hoseok inhales loudly, his ass sensitive and milking still Jungkook’s come as he moans. Jungkook slumps down on top of him, his fingers insistently promising more as they reach downward to touch Hoseok’s rim, even if Hoseok flinches minutely away. Jungkook was going to make him come for sure.
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Jungkook came home to an empty one. It was something he should have been used to by now, what with Hoseok being gone for long enough he could no longer smell him on the sheets or pillows in their bed, but he just couldn’t stop from expecting the older’s presence in there. His body sags at what reality has in store for him every day.
He leaves his bag by the door, toeing off his white shoes and piling up his coat over them, carelessly dragging his socked feet towards the kitchen for some tea. He wasn’t even feeling that hungry today. Work was stressful as always, he had slept like shit the night before, he had ran out of shampoo and had to use soap as a last resort for clean hair and to top it off, he wasn’t into eating leftover pizza. Just a bad day all-round.
Turning on the stove, he got the peppermint teabag (Hoseok’s favorite) from the packet, which was sitting exactly where Hoseok last left it, many moons ago. Jungkook’s insides churned uncomfortably at the thought, and he tried his best to finish his tea without spilling it.
Some days were harder than others. He believed that after being alone for long, maybe it would get a little more bearable, but it turned out the opposite. On the cold days, he missed snuggling his small hyung for warmth and comfort. On the hot ones, he missed messing around with popsicles around his small hyung. He missed the kisses, the touches, their talks, their pillow talks, the laughs. He missed Hoseok as a whole.
Of course his friends helped him. More than he cared to acknowledge for sure. Jimin had lent him his cat, Mochi, for a few days just after Hoseok left, but Jungkook took him back with tears in his eyes soon enough, claiming that he couldn’t care for a pet in his state. If anything, the feline companionship made Jungkook feel even more miserable, knowing that Hoseok would have had so much fun with it.
Then Yoongi settled in for some weeks, just being a mellow presence in the chaos-laden life of Jeon Jungkook post Jung Hoseok’s departure. He cooked for them, sometimes, when he noticed Jungkook’s stock of noodles. He cleaned around some others, not that Jungkook needed it, but he appreciated his hyung’s effort. But all in all, Jungkook did not want a housemate. He wanted his lover back with him.
Seokjin got him to leave the house as much as possible, even after hectic shifts. They went to eat (always Seokjin’s treat), bought clothes to get his mind off, shopped for nutritious food, tried out pottery because why not?. They even cried together, once, the cathartic feeling rushing through their bodies right after almost good enough. Still, Jungkook got home to a cold house, devoid of Hoseok and the high wasn’t all there anymore.
Taehyung was a mess of his own, working full time as a barista in a huge coffeeshop and studying hard to get a degree in programming. He always made sure to visit after his shift with a sugary pastry for Jungkook and some decaffeinated drink, looking a little dead on his feet as well. He was battling his own battles, dealing with life’s punches most days, but he still tried his best to be there for Jungkook. All the boys tried their best to be there for them both.
Namjoon spent most of his free time texting Jungkook. ‘Good morning!’s and ‘How’s it going?’s were always the openers, and Jungkook never took much confidence in confiding in Namjoon about the void inside, because, after all, he was his boyfriend’s best friend. It felt awkward to vent to him, to share his pain with someone that knew about Hoseok as much as himself did, it was almost embarrassing. Still, he recalls all the times he called the other at 3AM due to a sudden heartache, missing Hoseok hours. Namjoon always talked him through it, sometimes even physically.
They were all so amazing to him, true friends to Jungkook and his tiny little angst.
Because it wasn’t as deep as Jungkook played it out to be.
Hoseok was just serving in the army. Twenty-one months of militar service. And Jungkook was losing his damn mind, longing and yearning for his hyung some miles away from him, not even in a life or death situation.
Hoseok was known for having a low tolerance for bullshit, and always told him to quit being a crybaby. That was a quality of which his friends were lacking, they always gave into whatever Jungkook asked of them, perks of being the youngest in the group. Hoseok would’ve kicked him in the ass the moment he tried to cry his woes.
Maybe that is why they are so perfect together.
A piece of paper was resting on top of the microwave, Namjoon’s writing telling him to get some bread and give Jimin a call. Jungkook unlocked his phone and pressed the green button, pulling it up to his ear as the bell sounded through the apartment. Taehyung was a little late today, Jungkook thought as he eyed the clock, but he shrugged it off and yelled “Come in!” just as Jimin picked up.
Jimin rambled about something Jungkook wasn’t even paying attention to, mind too strung out to work properly, swallowing the warm tea before Jimin screamed out of the blue.
“Oh, shit! Sorry, Kook, I totally forgot that Hoseok-hyung was coming home today, are you guys snuggling right now?” He questioned, voice teasing and yet so soft. Jungkook could actually see him and his wiggling eyebrows like—
Wait.
Jungkook's train of thought stops, dropping the mug on the sink unceremoniously just before dashing to the living room, quick on his feet because Jimin was just being nuts. The people in the apartment right now were only him and Tae—
Hoseok was standing there, duffel bag on his shoulders and a bright smile on his face, black hair too short but looking still breathtakingly gorgeous. Looking as perfect as he did before he left to serve their country. Hoseok. Hoseok.
His Hoseok.
Jungkook lunged, then, rushing to hug the love of his life and never let go because he was right there? Holy shit. He wrapped his arms around Hoseok’s waist, bringing him impossibly close as he chanted ‘baby’s under his breath like a prayer. Hoseok squeaked, dropping the bag at their feet before enveloping Jungkook’s neck with as much love as he could muster.
“You are here,” Jungkook chokes out, phone long forgotten as he buries his nose in Hoseok’s hair. He closes his eyes tightly, the prickling of tears something he doesn’t feel like fighting against at the moment, “Baby.”
Hoseok himself sobs, hands pushing Jungkook’s torso away just so he can bring their mouths together and kiss after so long, “And you are here, too.”
A watery laugh escapes Jungkook’s lips, because his boyfriend is cute and also because he is here finally back. Jungkook is over the moon.
“You are so overdramatic, Kook,” Hoseok sniffles, thin thumbs dragging Jungkook’s tears away before pressing a kiss to his nose and grinning, “I love you.”
Jungkook gasps, overdramatic-ly, and picks Hoseok up bridal style with the biggest smile in the whole universe before running to their bedroom with his boyfriend in his arms. Hoseok squeals the whole way, incapable of stopping the madness. “I am a soldier now, stop babying— Fuck!“
(“Um… Guys? You left the door open but I am too afraid to come in. My eyes are pure. Kinda.” Taehyung says, loud enough to be heard across the apartment but falling on deaf (just very busy) ears. His face pales as he peers inside, the mess on the floor very telling. “I think I’m seeing Hoseok’s pants right there on the carpet. And his shirt. And underwear. What the fuck…”
He shakes his head quickly, trying to get the image out of his mind but failing as his feet bounces up and down, anxious to leave. Hoseok is moaning so loud he can wake up the whole floor. Taehyung couldn’t be more uncomfortable if he tried. He has got to leave stat.
“Okay, I will be placing the celebration donuts right…” He bends down, “here. I can fucking hear you guys! Pipe down! Oh, God. I am leaving!” Taehyung yells, trying to get any kind of reaction that isn’t sex-spurred.
The bed creaks loudly in response. “Bye-bye-bye-bye—”)