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Jungkook has a love-hate relationship when it comes to being a lifeguard.
He loves the beach, loves the smell of the salt in the water, loves the sound of the waves crashing onto the shore. Loves how the same group of seagulls squawks over his head, searching for food that the visitors of Eurwangni Beach always provide. He loves the gentle sea breeze that rustles through his newly dyed blonde hair as he enjoys the ocean view, or how his feet can relax in the grainy sand.
He loves that he doesn't have to wear a shirt, showing off the body he works out every morning since his college days, loves the looks he gets as both women and men walk past him like they can't decide if they want to fuck him or be him. He loves the tan he gets, how the sun kisses his skin, giving it a golden glow that looks great with the red shorts he wears daily. Loves that he gets to spend his days at the most beautiful beach in Seoul, working with his best friend, and doesn't have to work some boring-ass nine to five job in some stuffy office.
This right here, this beach, is his piece of heaven on earth.
There's only one thing he hates.
"Jungkook!"
And that's his fucking boss.
Jungkook sighs, lifting his head from where it was laid back on the beach chair in front of the lifeguard tower, peeking over the top of his sunglasses to see Sanghoon stomping towards him. He has a scowl tugging on his lips, an angry vein bulging out of his forehead that he's a little too familiar with. Jungkook must have done something to piss him off.
Again.
"Hi Boss, beautiful day isn't it?"
"Cut the shit, Jeon. Why did I just have a mother complain to me that one of my lifeguards told their son to fuck off?"
"Why are you coming to me? It could have been Yoongi."
They both look over at the elder who's lounging on a towel beside him, getting his thirty minutes of sun in before it's too hot and they retreat back to the shade. Yoongi doesn’t even give them a glance, just lifts his hands and flips him off without a word.
He rolls his eyes. “Okay fine, it was me. That kid was trying to draw a dick on the tower and I stopped him, so really, you should be thanking me."
"You can't tell a twelve-year-old to fuck off."
"Well, maybe he shouldn't be trying to draw dicks everywhere."
Sanghoon groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. He looks like he aged a couple of years since they started this conversation.
Jungkook holds back a laugh.
His boss is constantly on him about everything, Jungkook could just be breathing and somehow it would turn into him not doing his job. They’re always at each other’s throats, always fighting, always never seeing eye to fucking eye. And it’s annoying . Sanghoon is the only thing that ruins this job for him and it's a surprise every day that they haven't killed each other yet.
"This is strike two Jungkook, one more and you're fired."
"Noted." Jungkook leans back in his chair. "Now, can you move? You're blocking the sun."
Sanghoon sighs, staring down at him as if he wants to say something else but stops himself and walks away. Jungkook has been on strike two for months now, and even though they've had many incidents since then, Sanghoon still hasn’t fired him. Jungkook thinks the guy is just getting old and his memory is suffering because of it, but Yoongi has other theories.
"He so wants to fuck you."
Jungkook snorts, looking over at Yoongi who's looking back at him with a raised brow. The younger isn't blind. He can see the way Sanghoon looks at him, the way his eyes drag along his body, how he sneaks a peek at his ass whenever he can. He knows the man wouldn't actually fire him because he finds the blonde attractive, but he wouldn't admit that out loud. At least to anyone that’s not Yoongi.
"That would be kinda hot don't you think? Hate sex? Mhm."
Yoongi chuckles. "You're ridiculous."
They both fall into silence after that, closing their eyes and enjoying the sun, listening to the ocean sway back and forth as the waves crash against each other. It's a pretty relaxed day today, not many people on the beach, especially since it's eleven in the morning. The rush of people usually arrives after lunch, so it gives the two lifeguards some time to themselves to just enjoy the stillness.
Jungkook loves this about his friendship with Yoongi, that they don't have to say a word to each other, and yet it's anything but awkward. It's comfortable and safe and Jungkook’s lips twitched slightly in a smile because of it.
He met the elder in college back when he was nineteen, shy, new to Seoul, and determined for things to be different than they were in high school. They were roommates, and even though Jungkook thought he hated him for the longest time, they became best friends. The type of friends that stay friends even after they both graduated, that moved into their own apartment together, and who knows every single thing about each other. And it’s so nice they got this job together, something they can do to spend their summer days as they look for more stable jobs with their fresh new degrees.
Yoongi is having better luck than he is, already having something lined up as an assistant photographer when the summer ends. Jungkook on the other hand is still looking.
The silence between them only last a few minutes though before-
"Hoseok wants me to move in with him."
That's another thing about Yoongi, he'll just blurt shit out. He won't ease him into it, won't even attempt at an icebreaker or anything. They're close enough that Yoongi will bluntly say whatever is on his mind that would occasionally cause Jungkook to spring up and stare at him with wide eyes.
"What?"
"Yeah, he asked me last week."
Jungkook's heart starts racing. "What did you say?"
"That I'll think about it."
"And?"
"I'm still thinking about it."
He relaxes a little at that, slowly leaning back into his chair, but something uncomfortable twists and turns in his stomach as he thinks over Yoongi's words. The two of them always tell each other everything, doesn't matter what, and he's a little surprised it took Yoongi a week to tell him this. But Jungkook has a feeling he knows why.
If Yoongi moves in with Hoseok, he'll move out of their place.
And that will leave Jungkook alone.
But Jungkook shouldn't be an asshole about this. Yoongi has been dating Hoseok for as long as he's known the guy, and he should be able to move in with his boyfriend without having to worry about him. Sure, the idea of Yoongi leaving him in that apartment alone sucks, but he has to grow up someday.
So he clears his throat and forces out his next words.
"You should move in with him."
Yoongi glances over at him, and they share a long look before Yoongi speaks.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah," Jungkook averts his eyes, keeping his gaze glued to the ocean so Yoongi can't see them. He's always been able to read him way too well. "I'm tired of hearing you two fuck all night anyway."
"What about you? You're not going to be able to pay rent on your own."
"I'll figure it out, hyung. I'll just move back in with my parents until I find something."
Yoongi frowns. "You hate your parents."
Fuck, he does. Moving in back with them sounds like torture. But he reminds himself how in love Yoongi is with Hoseok and throws a smile on his face.
"I'll be fine. Tell Hoseok yes."
Yoongi opens his mouth, probably to argue, but Sanghoon's voice is shouting at them from across the beach.
"ONE OF YOU CLEAN THE BATHROOMS, A KID THREW UP."
Jungkook sighs before locking eyes with Yoongi. "It's your turn."
"Hell no, It's yours."
"Rock paper scissors?"
A pause. Then, "Okay fine."
They both put their hands out, Yoongi throwing out rock and Jungkook throwing out paper. He pumps his hand into the air in celebration with a loud "Fuck yes!"
"I hate you."
"No, you don't." Jungkook grins, sitting back in his chair as Yoongi gets up to walk toward the bathrooms. "Have fun!" he shouts after him, just because. He has a little laugh to himself when he gets flashed with Yoongi's middle finger before he disappears around the corner. Twice in the same day, that’s a new record.
But now alone, Jungkook lets the smile slip off his face. He thinks about Yoongi moving out and what that looks like for him. He knows he shouldn't be this upset that Yoongi wants to leave, he should be happy that he wants to take that next step with Hoseok, but in all honesty, he feels hurt.
Yoongi is his family. He's friends with Hoseok too, but he's the closest with Yoongi, and the thought of him not being down the hall from him scares him shitless. He doesn't want to go back to where he was when he didn't have Yoongi in his life, he can't. It's too dark and too scary and he might not find a way out next time.
But he shakes his head, trying to get rid of any and all negative thoughts before he's at the point of no return. He's being dramatic. Just because Yoongi will move out, doesn't mean he's moving out of his life. They'll still be friends and nothing will change their friendship.
Nothing.
"Hey."
A deep voice pulls him out of his thoughts, and he glances up to see who’s blocking the sun. It's a tall man, handsome, American, and clearly a tourist.
Just his type.
"Hey."
"Can you help me? I'm a little lost."
The man's Korean is not too bad, a little hesitant, but Jungkook gets what he's trying to say. Plus, the smirk on his face and the way his eyes are on his bare chest and not his face tells him more than his words ever would. Jungkook smiles, standing up from the beach chair and walking closer towards him.
"Sure, where are you trying to go?"
Jungkook bites his lip, and the man's eyes follow the movement.
Another thing he likes about his job – the men.
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"God, shit, you feel so good."
"Yeah?" Jungkook moans, tightening his grip on the bedsheets as the man who he can't remember the name of pounds into him from behind. "Fuck me harder then."
The man groans and thrusts faster and harder while Jungkook’s moans become louder. His face is pressed to the bed, ass up as the guy – Theo, yes his name is Theo – grips onto his hips as leverage to thrust into him deeper. Jungkook whimpers just when he hits his prostate dead-on, but he moves away from it just as fast and he tries not to show his disappointment.
He turns towards the mirror on the wall, small moans slipping past his parted lips and watches the man for a second.
He looks really into it, his eyes dark as his face twists with pleasure, thrusting so hard into the lifeguard that even the bed is hitting against the hotel wall in an even rhythm. Jungkook smirks. His ass has always had that effect on people it seems. And he would pat himself on the back if he could, but instead he moves one of his hands to reach between himself and the bed, taking ahold of his leaking cock.
It's rock hard in his hand, and his eyes roll to the back of his head when he starts to stroke it. Theo isn't too bad, he's for sure had worse, but he's not close to cumming and Theo looks two thrusts away from spilling into him.
So he guesses he's going to have to get there himself.
But he must have jinxed it because soon Theo is groaning loudly behind him, his rhythm getting sloppy and frantic just as he's pushed over the edge.
“Oh fuck, I’m cumming.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, letting go of his dick and clenches around the man's shaft. At least one of them should have a good orgasm. Even if he wanted it to be him but anyway, he digresses.
He lets the man ride it out, feeling him snap his hips against Jungkook in jagged movements, releasing his load into the condom. Jungkook arches his back in the meantime, moving his hips to meet his shallow thrusts and milk every last drop out of him before Theo stops him, hisses from oversensitivity.
"Fuck, that was- fuck ."
He finally stills, taking a deep breath before slowly sliding out of him. The action makes Jungkook moan as he feels the man's cock drag against his walls in a way that reminds him of how badly he wants to cum right now. Maybe he can ask him to finger him, or suck him off, or he can-
"I'll be right back."
Nevermind then.
Jungkook hums in response, letting his hips rest on the bed while Theo stands to his feet and towards the bathroom, grabbing his underwear off the floor on the way.
With the time alone, Jungkook takes a look around the room, listening to the sound of the sink coming from the bathroom. He didn't have much time to do so when he first walked in, too busy focusing on the man's lips on his neck and his hands down his pants. But it's nice. Looks expensive. He must be in Korea for business if he can afford a room like this.
Jungkook, ignoring his hard-on for now, sits up with a wince. He cracks his neck, noticing a phone perched on the side table along with a gold ring sitting on top of it. He snorts, shaking his head as he reaches over the bed to grab it. He examines it, rolling the jewelry in his hand before slipping it in on his finger. He puts his hand out, watching it catch onto the light and chuckles. It's a pretty wedding ring, he thinks. He wonders how long he's been married, or if his wife or husband knows where he is right now.
Probably not.
He picks up the phone next, turning it on. The lock screen flickers on showing a photo of Theo smiling widely with a pretty woman beside him kissing his cheek, her hand resting on his shoulder in a way that shows her matching wedding ring.
So wife it is then.
He shakes his head. They look happy together in the photo. She looks in love and he almost feels bad that she has no idea her husband just fucked a guy he only met a few hours ago, but the feeling disappears when he hears the faucet turn off. He quickly shuts off the phone, placing it face down on the side table and the ring back on top of it.
He slides off the bed and starts to get dressed, picking up his once forgotten clothes from the floor. He has his underwear and his shirt on by the time Theo is walking out of the bathroom.
"Leaving so soon?"
"Yeah. Gotta go. Early morning."
Jungkook usually leaves fast after the deed is done. He doesn't understand the point of sticking around. They're going to eventually kick him out anyway now that they've stuck their dick in him. And he rather not stay around for the guilty looks, or when they try and convince him they're not fully gay or some other bullshit he doesn't care about.
Or worse, they ask him if they can meet up again.
He gets dressed in record time, grabbing his bag and heading to the door, but Theo jumps in front of him before he could leave. He moves in for a kiss too but Jungkook quickly shifts his head to avoid it. No thank you. The man doesn't seem to care about the rejection though and just smirks.
"I'm going to be in Korea for a few more days before I head back home to New York, maybe we could-"
"No thanks. I don't fuck men twice."
"That's a shame. You were amazing.”
Jungkook just hums.
"Did you cum good baby?"
"No." He deadpans and moves around him to open the door. "Say hello to your wife for me when you get back home, yeah?"
And with that Jungkook leaves, closing the door behind him. He scoffs and heads to the elevator, pressing the ground floor. And once he's behind closed doors he lets himself relax.
Jungkook knows how he should feel; embarrassed, ashamed, upset. Sleeping with a married man should make him feel...something. But he doesn't. Never has. People can call him all they want, a homewrecker, a slut, a whore, it doesn't matter to him. This is easier. It's easier to be the rebound, the secret, the one-night stand. It's easier and he prefers it. He doesn't mind it actually, he much rather fuck a guy, get it out of his system, and let that be the end of it.
And it's not like he goes for them, they come to him and he just doesn't say no. They don't have to be married either. He's slept with men who are "straight", men who just got out of a relationship, men on vacation who think he's hot and want one night with him. He likes that there are no strings attached, that he'll never have to see or think about them again.
He likes moving on.
Most people don't get it, and Jungkook doesn't waste his time trying or feel the need to explain.
He just rather let it be easy.
So when the elevator dings and he walks out the doors and through the lobby, he does just that and doesn't think about it. He walks out with his head held high, planning to jerk off when he gets home since Theo from New York couldn't make him cum, with not an ounce of shame in him.
Ignoring the little voice in his head that’s telling him just how truly broken and alone he is deep down.
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"What about this one? It has a nice big yard for our four future dogs."
"Four? Let's start with one and see how that goes- oh good morning Jungkook!"
Jungkook grunts a low good morning, dragging himself through the kitchen to pour himself some coffee. He's not normally a coffee person, but he didn't sleep well last night and if he wants to get through this day without falling asleep at random times, he needs caffeine in his body.
"You look like shit."
"Thank you Yoongi, I feel like shit too."
He opens the cabinet, reaching for the coffee beans before stealing a glance at the couple sitting at the diner table. Yoongi is basically sitting in Hoseok's lap, a laptop on the table that no doubt is open to some real estate website. It's been a few days since Yoongi told him about Hoseok asking him to move in with him, and even though Jungkook wants to be happy for them, he can't help the dread that comes with the topic. He watches as Hoseok kisses Yoongi on the cheek, Yoongi's smiling a little at the action, both totally in love.
Sometimes, Jungkook has these moments, these short and quick moments that sneak up on him whenever he sees the couple. These moments of weakness, of loneliness, that eat away at the wall he’s built around his heart, and he thinks about himself with someone. To have someone like Yoongi has Hoseok.
But it never lasts long. He remembers everything else that comes with letting another person close to him and immediately shoves that moment to the back of his head.
He doesn't need or want that lovey-dovey shit. He'll leave that to them.
"Have you guys found a place yet?" Jungkook asks just as he starts up the coffee machine.
"Nope, still looking. There’s one we might check out, we’re just not sure about it yet." Hoseok answers, eyes glued to the screen. "But we have time, we're not going to do anything until the end of summer."
Two months until Jungkook is back to being alone. Awesome.
"We're going out to celebrate by the way, probably tomorrow night at that new club downtown. You're coming?"
Jungkook leans against the counter, facing the couple. "Of course, I'll be there. Maybe I'll get lucky and find someone to take home, it's been forever since I got laid."
Yoongi rolls his eyes. "Four days isn't forever."
"It is for me." Jungkook sends them a wink and is about to say something else, but his phone in his pocket starts to ring. He doesn't even have to look at it to know who it is. There's only one person who would call him this early in the morning.
He pushes himself off the counter, pointing to the coffee machine. "Call me when this is ready."
The blonde doesn't give the couple a chance to answer and heads back to his room, closing the door behind him and letting out a sigh. He takes one deep breath, then two, and reaches for his phone.
"Hey mom," he answers, trying to make sure how much he doesn't want to talk to her doesn't come out in his voice.
"Hi sweetheart, how are you? It's been a while since you've called."
"I know, I'm sorry about that. I've been busy."
"You shouldn't be too busy for your mother Jungkook, one day I'm not going to be here, and then what?"
I'll finally have some peace and quiet. But he doesn't voice that thought for safety reasons.
"I'm sorry."
"I don't know what you're so busy with anyway. Did you find a real job yet?"
Jungkook really wants to bang his head against the door, already exhausted from this conversation. It's always the same with her, and Jungkook is tired of having to tell her that no he's still a lifeguard and hear how much of a disappointment he is.
He already knows and doesn't need the daily reminder.
"I'm still looking," He says, thinking that's probably the best reply to go with that won't get him the long speech about how he's not doing anything with his life. "I'll find something soon mom, don't worry."
"You better, I didn't pay all that money for you to go get your degree and then be a lifeguard."
"I know mom."
"I actually think I might know someone who's looking for a-"
"Actually mom I can't talk long, I have an um...interview that I need to get ready for." Jungkook lies, listening to his mother's surprised gasp from the other end. He doesn't want to lie, but it's the only thing he can think of that can get him out of this conversation as fast as possible.
"Oh! That's great honey! Don't let me keep you then. Tell me how it goes."
"I will! Bye, mom."
Jungkook doesn't think he's hung up so fast, throwing his phone onto his bed before slumping onto it with a huff. He throws himself back, staring at the ceiling as his thoughts run wild.
He wants to be someone his parents can be proud of. He wants his mother to call and for once not let the conversation be about looking for a job and how he's wasting his life away, but he doesn't know if he can give that to her. Unlike someone his age, he doesn't have a clue what he wants to do with his life. He has a master's degree in Business Administration, graduating at the top of his class, and if he just applied to a job he probably would get one. But he doesn't see himself in business.
He can't see himself in a suit, working long hours in an office. He doesn't want that. But when he really thinks about it, he doesn't know what exactly he wants. He doesn't have any dreams, or a bucket list, or anything. He has a vision board that he made in his first year of college that's hung up on the wall by his closet. He turns his head to look at it. It still has that drawing of him riding a dragon on it, but that's it. No goals or must-dos, and if he's honest with himself, it's kinda sad.
He wants to find something, anything, that he could be passionate about. Something that gets him out of bed every morning, something he could be proud of. Being a lifeguard is fun, but spending his days making sure people don't drown is not something he's that passionate about.
He's been searching for it for years, but he hasn't found it. He’s not even close to finding it, and he's starting to lose hope that he ever will. So for now, he'll settle. He'll settle for being a lifeguard and let men fuck the bad thoughts out of him and wait.
Wait for something he can be passionate about.
"Jungkook!" Yoongi shouts from downstairs. "Your coffee is ready!"
"Coming!"
Because he thinks he much rather die than live without passion.
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The next day, Jungkook steps under the cold water, letting the beach shower wash away the day that he can feel clinging uncomfortably to his skin. And trust him, it's been a long one. He sighs as the water comes out as perfect rain, cool and steady, giving him some relief from the hot and sticky weather.
There were way too many people at Eurwangni Beach today, more than he's seen all month. He has no idea what the occasion is, but whatever it was, it made today a living hell.
He had to clean those dirty bathrooms multiple times throughout the day, cleaning the sand track marks or the puddle of water so no one would slip. He had to drag three people, who clearly didn't know how to swim and thought it was a good idea to go where they couldn’t stand, out of the water. And he had to deal with bitchy moms and their dripping wet kids, forgetting that he's not here to look pretty and listen to them moan and groan about how their husbands aren't doing enough.
He knows it's all part of the job, but still, he likes it better when it's just him and Yoongi getting tans, gossiping, and sipping on beach drinks behind Sanghoon's back.
Now he's exhausted and wants nothing more than to go home and get into his bed, but tonight he's going clubbing with the guys and he doesn't want to be an asshole and ditch.
So he’s sucking it up.
He tosses his damp hair back and sighs at the blue sky, eyes closed so he can enjoy the quiet for the first time today, glad to finally get the salt water off his body.
"Um, excuse me?"
He groans. What is it now?
He peeks through one eye to see who is bothering him, but then his heart jumps at the sight and opens the other to make sure he's seeing this right.
"Do you work here?"
Jungkook has seen a lot of beautiful men in his twenty-four years of living, and most of them he's fucked. But this guy, the guy with silver hair that's dancing in the summer breeze and long enough to be tucked behind his ear on one side, is something entirely different than beautiful. He doesn't even think there's a name for it that could truly help describe what's in front of him or what his face is doing to him right now.
Those eyes are what gets him first, alluring and captivating but soft at the same time as they pierce through him like glass. The sun shining above them makes it easier to see the different shades of brown in them, making it hard to look away when he really wants to see how many he can count. His skin has a golden tan, like he's been out in the sun for days, a bold set of brows that raises a few times most likely due to the fact that Jungkook still hasn't answered his question. But honestly, Jungkook isn't even sure he remembers how to speak. The brows add a mysterious and stern look to his face, creating this aura that makes the younger want to get closer and touch and-
"Hello?"
Jungkook blinks, cheeks heating up a little.
"Sorry what?"
"I asked if you work here?" God, his voice is deep. And sexy. He wonders what it would be like to hear him whisper sweet nothings into his ear, but quickly shakes that thought away.
"Um, yeah. I'm the lifeguard."
"Do you know where I can find Min Yoongi? I was supposed to meet him here."
"He should be at the lifeguard tower," He points behind him. "You can't miss it."
"Oh perfect! Thank you."
The man smiles at him and if Jungkook didn't have such a poker face, he thinks it would have been clear how adorable he found his smile. It takes on a rectangle shape, wide and bright, showing off all of his white perfect teeth. And now he notices the mole on his lower lip, and how soft his lips look, and how much he wants to see if those lips are- oh, and he's gone. Walking away to head towards the tower.
Jungkook can't help but let his gaze follow him, watching as he takes long confident steps and noticing that he's the perfect height to hover over him even if it’s just a little bit, making him feel small just how he likes it.
He steps back under the water, finishing his routine like he normally does when he's about to knock off from work, but he can't take his eyes away from the man. He watches as he finds Yoongi, as they talk and laugh and eventually shake hands before he’s walking off in the opposite direction.
Jungkook doesn't waste even a second before he switches off the water, grabs the towel he had draped over the handle, and rushes to Yoongi.
The elder jumps when he catches up to him.
"Jesus fuck, you scared me."
"Who was that?"
"Who was who?"
"That man you were just talking to?"
Yoongi looks at him in confusion for a few seconds before it clicks.
"Oh him? He's selling the apartment Seok and I were looking into. He wanted to meet me so we could discuss a time to look at it."
Jungkook raises a brow. "He came all the way over here just for that?"
"He said he was in the area and didn't mind," Yoongi says, shrugging before throwing his bag over his shoulder. "Why do you ask?"
"No reason."
Jungkook averts his gaze, drying out his hair and walking towards his bag. But once again, Yoongi is way too good at reading him.
"Jungkook, no."
"What?" He asks innocently, pulling out a shirt to throw on. "I was just wondering."
"Can you at least wait until after we've seen his place before fucking him?"
Jungkook laughs, shoving his towel in his bag and placing it over his shoulder.
"Who says anything about fucking him?"
"Your face says it all."
"I just think he's hot." They both start to walk to Yoongi's car, sending a wave to Sanghoon to let him know they're knocking off for the day.
"He doesn't seem like your type."
"How do you know?"
"Well, don't you usually fuck tourists?"
Jungkook does. It's easier when he knows he's never going to see them again, but the blonde will gladly make an exception for him. For his pretty eyes and deep voice and cute smile.
"People change Yoongi."
The elder rolls his eyes and unlocks the car door, letting Jungkook climb in the passenger seat and throw his bag in the back. He leans against the seat, feeling the exhaustion seep deep into his bones as Yoongi starts the engine.
"I'll probably never see him again anyway, so it doesn't matter. Did you get a name through?"
"Are you going to search him up?"
"Of course not, I'm not a creep.”
Yoongi sighs, defeated. "Taehyung. Kim Taehyung."
"Kim Taehyung." He says to himself, testing the syllables on his tongue. It's a nice name, strong, sounds sexy and expensive and he decides that he likes it.
And if Jungkook searches his name the second he gets home, Yoongi doesn't need to know about it.
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"Can I have three Tequila shots please?"
Somehow, even with the deafening music, the bartender hears the blonde over the counter and nods, his hands moving fast to pour the drink into three shot glasses.
Jungkook's gaze travels around the club in the meantime. It's busy tonight, which he expected on a Friday evening and for a new club that just opened up.
The club has a good vibe and plays good music, the sound making people move like puppets on strings, pressed together and crowding the floor until there's barely any space for anyone to get through. Jungkook is surprised he even made it to the bar. Even now, as he waits for his drinks, he can feel sweaty bodies press and rub up against him. But he's three drinks in anyway so he doesn't mind it too much.
"Three tequila shots!"
Jungkook flashes him a smile in thanks, grabbing the three shots with his two hands and heading back to the group. He hums along to the song playing through the large speakers, squeezing through bodies before finally reaching his table in the back. They're the farthest away from the speakers so he doesn't have to shout as loud to be heard. He places the drinks on the table, getting a chorus of thank-yous from Hoseok and Yoongi.
They raise all their glasses in cheers.
"To never having to hear my friend fuck again!" Jungkook says, and they all echo his words with a laugh before chugging down their shots in unison. Jungkook can feel the burn run down his throat, the fourth drink of the night hitting him just right and making him smile.
He loves this feeling, where he's not drunk but just on the edge of it. Where he's aware of his words and actions but his tongue feels a little lighter and it's easier to get his mind to not overthink and just do.
Like, go dancing.
"Who wants to dance with me?" Jungkook asks the table but frowns when he sees Hoseok and Yoongi making out, ignoring him. He rolls his eyes. "Fine, I'll go dance by myself."
The trip to the dance floor was a bumpy one, full of 'excuse me' and 'sorry' to people who didn't care, were too drunk to notice, or just didn't hear over the music booming in their ears. But he makes it in one piece and lets the music move his body in whatever way it wants — swaying his hips, rolling his head, singing alongside whatever song this is.
He's having a pretty good time, even though they're celebrating Yoongi leaving him, this is still fun. It would be nice to have a warm body to grind on though. So his eyes dart around the club, looking for someone cute he can dance with and maybe take home if they're lucky.
And that's when he sees him.
Kim Taehyung. Leaning against the wall with a drink in his hand, the blouse he's wearing is buttoned down to where he can see most of his chest, paired with tight black jeans that curve around his legs in the best way. Fuck, how did he get better looking in the few hours since he's seen him? How did he ascend past attractive to 'fuck I need him so bad’ . He doesn't know and doesn't care enough to know. All he knows is he wants him. Tonight. And if there is one thing about Jungkook, it's that he gets what he wants.
And clearly, the universe wants him to sleep with this guy. What are the odds of seeing him twice in one day?
Taehyung must have sensed he had eyes on him because he then looks from where he was mindlessly staring around the room to staring directly at him. He watches as recognition settles in his eyes, looking Jungkook up and down.
Jungkook knows he looks good tonight. His blonde hair has that careless windswept look, the one that makes it seem like he didn't try but really he was in the bathroom for almost thirty minutes fighting with his hair. He also has some light makeup on, eyeliner to bring out his eyes, and a little bit of lip gloss to make his lips look pink, more kissable, and plump enough that someone would want to bite them. Not to mention the outfit he has on, tight in all the right places, showing off his thick thighs, small waist, broad shoulder, and his pecs that he's very proud of.
He looks and feels good, and by the way Taehyung is checking him out right now, he must think so too.
He moves his body to the music, not breaking eye contact with Taehyung as he smirks, knowing he has his attention. He doesn't hold back, making sure there's no mistake that Jungkook wants him, wants him to come over here and dance with him. And as if it was clockwork, Taehyung starts walking towards him. But Jungkook looks away and turns around to act as if he doesn't see him.
He continues dancing, his heart picking up as he waits for Taehyung to grab his hips or pull him into him like every guy he's pulled this move on, but it doesn’t come. And for a second he thinks he's not coming at all, that he read that situation all wrong. Then suddenly he feels a light tap on his shoulder and he has to hold back a grin.
He slowly turns around, now face to face with those beautiful brown eyes he hasn't been able to get out of his head since he's seen them back at Eurwangni Beach. They're different now, darker, and god Jungkook can't decide if he should run from how much this guy is making him feel or get on his knees right here, right now.
Taehyung looks him up and down and Jungkook can feel how his eyes drag down his body, and he should probably be embarrassed from how much this is turning him on right now, but he's too captivated by this guy to care. He then starts to lean in, unbearably slow, but Jungkook can't help but start to lean in too. He doesn't know what's going on, or how this guy has such an effect on him, but he doesn't question it. He can't. He finds himself just thinking about Taehyung and those lips moving closer and closer to him, and wanting nothing more than to feel them against his own lips.
Soon, they're only an inch away before they close the space completely, feeling his breath fan across his lips. He's so consumed by Taehyung, that he almost doesn't hear his words.
Almost.
"Your zipper is down."
And before Jungkook could even react, Taehyung is walking past him and towards the bathrooms. Jungkook can feel his cheeks warm up, and he quickly looks down to see his zipper is in fact down. He curses to himself and zips it up, looking around and glad to see not many people notice. He's a little embarrassed, don't get him wrong, but it doesn't stop him from wanting Taehyung. Not even a little bit.
In fact, he thinks he just wants him more.
Without thinking, his feet take him to the bathroom, following Taehyung and walking in with a one-track mind. When he opens the door, the bathroom is surprisingly empty, save for Taehyung who is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over as if he was waiting for him.
Jungkook locks the door behind him.
They stare at each other, no words said between them. Just intense eye contact until Taehyung is moving forward, grabbing him by the waist and sealing their lips together.
Jungkook instantly kisses him back, hungry and desperate as their lips clash and slide. Taehyung kisses him as if he wants to devour him and Jungkook doesn't think he would have a single problem with that. The kiss is messy, drawing breathy moans out of the lifeguard that Taehyung gladly swallows down, his hands tight on his hips as he pulls him closer. Jungkook subconsciously wraps his arms around his neck, moaning loudly when their tongues meet and he feels Taehyung scoop him up and move him to sit on the sink.
They kiss for what feels like forever, Jungkook's mind turning into mush from how good of a kisser this guy is. Somehow he knows all of Jungkook's weaknesses, taking his bottom lip between his own teeth and dragging it out before letting go and kissing him all over again, which makes him moan and desperate for more. So much more. So Jungkook moves his hips forward so they meet with Taehyung's, happy to know that he's just as hard as he is.
Taehyung then pulls away, much to Jungkook's disappointment, and just stares at him. His breathing is heavy and uneven, lips swollen and red as his eyes search his face for something he's not sure of, but Jungkook finds himself not minding. He likes the way he looks at him. It makes him feel hot all over and like he’s going a little insane.
Fuck , he doesn't think he's wanted someone so bad in his life than he does right now.
Taehyung moves in as if he's about to kiss him again, but stops just before he connects their lips, leaving Jungkook to whimper and wordlessly beg him to move forward. But he doesn't. Just stares and Jungkook lets him, waiting.
"You're perfect," He whispers against his lips, drawing a weak moan out of the blonde before he can't take it anymore and closes the short gap between them.
The rest of the night goes by as a blur, just naked bodies sliding together, high-pitched moans as Taehyung fucks into him, the sound of skin slapping against each other echoing in the bar bathroom. They fuck right there, not caring that anyone could walk in, and it doesn't even take long before they both cum. Then he blinks and Jungkook is sending a text to the group chat he has with Yoongi and Hoseok, saying he found someone to go home with and he'll text them tomorrow so they know he wasn't murdered or anything.
Then soon he's heading out of the club, hand in hand with Taehyung.
They fuck again against the door of Taehyung's apartment, and Jungkook thinks how Yoongi and Hoseok might buy this off him soon and has a good laugh about it. They fuck once more on the bed, with Jungkook on all fours and Taehyung pounding behind him, cumming so hard that he sees stars. Then slowly his eyelids start to feel heavy as Taehyung wipes him clean with a warm cloth.
The last thought he has is that he should get up and get out, he never stays the night and he was never planning on starting that tonight. But then he feels Taehyung wrap his arms around his waist and pull him in.
He didn't stand a chance against the warmth that his body gave him and the deep 'goodnight' he felt rumble against his neck.
So he gave in and drifted off to sleep.
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When Jungkook flutters his eyes open the next morning, he instantly panics.
He springs up from the bed, his eyes moving like the speed of light as he takes in his surroundings.
This is not his bedroom, he doesn't remember his walls being a cream color or having blue sheets that feel more expensive than his rent, and he certainly doesn't remember having a Bluetooth speaker on his bedside table that's currently playing light jazz music. His first thought is that he got kidnapped and he needs to find his phone to call the cops, but then his nose gets a whiff of a certain cologne and last night comes rushing back.
His stomach sinks. He's not kidnapped, it's worse. He spent the fucking night.
He never spends the night, even if he was exhausted and it would be easier to just sleep in the mattress of whoever he fucked, he always picked himself up and dragged his ass home. But here he is, breaking his own rule and waking up in a bed that's not his.
He feels sick.
He quickly gets out of bed, finds his clothes around the room, and puts them on. The guy, Taehyung, is here. He can hear the sound of pots and pans clashing together from outside the door. So maybe he should climb out the window before he comes back. Even though whatever he's cooking out there smells like heaven, he's not staying. And he's definitely not going to have breakfast with this guy. That would just be rid-
"Good morning."
Jungkook jumps, spinning around to be face to face with Taehyung. He's leaning against the doorway, wearing a pajama set that makes him look cuddly and warm and- no. Stop it Jungkook. Get the fuck out of here.
"I have to go. I didn't mean to stay over."
"Oh, I don't mind. I have breakfast in the kitchen if you-"
"No thanks."
Jungkook slips into his jeans from last night before grabbing a jacket from the floor, he doesn't even think it's his jacket, but he doesn't care and puts it on anyway. He doesn't spare a glance towards Taehyung in case his beautiful features or promise of food makes him cave in somehow.
"Well, I had fun last night."
Jungkook just hums but doesn't say anything. He doesn't let him know he did too, or that he's never felt what he did last night with someone so quickly in life, or how hard he came and that he’ll most likely be jerking off to the memory of this for a long time.
Instead, he finishes getting dressed and turns to walk out the door. But Taehyung is still standing there looking beautiful as ever, blocking the exit. Usually, after he sleeps with whoever he had his eyes on, the appeal and the want goes away the next day. He doesn't fuck men twice. But Taehyung looks just as good as he did last night and he did in fact fuck him three times.
All for more reasons why he needs to get out of here.
Taehyung runs a hand through his dark hair, a cute blush spreading across his cheeks, opening and closing his mouth as if he's trying to find something to say but failing. Without warning, Jungkook gets hit with a memory of those big hands gripping onto his hips as he fucked into him.
He banishes the thought away. Not the time.
"I actually um…" Taehyung starts, finally finding his voice. "I actually was wondering if-"
Suddenly, the piercing sound of a fire alarm roars throughout the house causing both of them to jump and put their hands over their ears. He hears a small 'fuck' from Taehyung, muffled from the alarm letting the elder know he needs to check the kitchen.
And Jungkook couldn't be more grateful for it.
The second Taehyung leaves, Jungkook grabs the rest of his things and makes a dash to the door, walking as fast as he can. He has a blurry memory of the layout of the apartment from last night, but thankfully it helps him get out undetected.
As he races down the road and fiddles with his phone to call for a taxi, he already forces himself to forget this ever happened.
That he ever met the guy with the pretty eyes and square smile.
﹀﹀﹀﹀
"What happened to you last night?"
"I rather not talk about it." Jungkook deadpans, sunglasses covering his hungover eyes and the little bit of shame he has lingering from what happened with Taehyung.
Even though he's been trying to forget about the man and the fact he stayed the night, it's proving difficult.
Every time he closes his eyes, he sees him, hovering over him or leaving hickeys on his thighs with those eyes locked on his. Or he's thinking about the way Taehyung seemed shy this morning as he told him he cooked breakfast, and how a very tiny part of him wanted to say yes. He internally groans and leans back in his chair, telling his brain to shut the fuck up for a second.
Yoongi raises his brows in question. "What? The guy you went home with didn't have a good dick game?"
"He was okay."
"Is it about the fact that you slept over?" Jungkook doesn't answer, but Yoongi keeps going anyway. "I thought you were kidnapped for a second when I realized you weren't in your room."
"Fuck off Yoongi, I'm not in the mood." Jungkook snaps. He doesn't mean to be so short with him, but he can't take the teasing at the moment. Not when his head is killing him from both his hangover and the storm of thoughts about Taehyung within his brain.
"Damn, what's up your ass?"
"Sorry, I'm just-"
"Jeon!" Jungkook sighs. Usually, he's happy to have a chance to mess with Sanghoon, but he just can't today. Even if the angry look on his face might make him feel a little better.
"What is it Sangh-" Jungkook stills, noticing that Sanghoon isn't alone.
"Um, the police want to talk to you."
One man and one woman dressed in suits are standing behind Sanghoon, both with stern looks on their faces as they walk to step in front of him. Jungkook doesn't know why, it's not like he's done anything wrong for the police to arrest him, but his heart starts to race and his stomach drops anyway. His first thought is that something happened to his parents, but would they really come to his job to tell him? Wouldn't they call?
"We're detectives actually. Are you Jeon Jungkook?"
He swallows. "Yes, I am. I-Is something wrong?"
"Do you know this man?"
Jungkook doesn't know what he was expecting as the other detective pulls out his phone and flips it over so he can see. But the last thing he was expecting to see was a photo of his one-night stand from last night staring back at him.
His eyes widen, but he doesn't say anything. The words stay stuck at the back of his throat, shocked and a little scared of what information his answer would give him.
But eventually, he forces the words out.
"Y-Yes. I was with him last night."
"Do you know where he is now?"
"I don't know. Why? What did he do?"
The detectives share a look before looking back at Jungkook, and it makes the lifeguard regret asking.
"He's a wanted serial killer. He used to be a cop but we figured out he was behind it and he went missing a week ago. We need to know his whereabouts so we can stop him before he kills again."
"What the fuck?" He hears Yoongi say beside him, fear laced in his tone, matching the sudden panic and uneasiness that dumped over him.
Jungkook inhales, the air trembling as it enters his lungs, the words of the police repeating over and over in his head. He thinks about last night again and how he could have been the next victim, that one wrong move and he wouldn’t be sitting here talking to the police at all.
A shiver runs through him.
"You sure you have no idea where he is?"
"No, I-I don't. I met him at that new bar that opened up last night, and then we went to his apartment and..." He trails off, feeling sick that he ever let someone who killed people touch his bare skin. He takes a deep breath. "I left this morning, he was there when I did."
"We were at his apartment earlier today, he wasn't there, but we noticed he had someone over through the security cameras on his street. It was how we were able to find you."
"My boyfriend and I were supposed to meet him later this week to see his apartment, he's selling it." Yoongi chimes in, catching everyone's attention.
"We know," The man replies, voice monotone and calm despite them talking about a literal serial killer. "We think he was trying to use the money to run."
"I had no idea," Jungkook says, barely audible but they hear him anyway. The detectives share another look, and for a split second Jungkook is scared that they don't believe him, but lets out a sigh of relief when they look back at him and it’s not evident on their faces that that’s the case.
"Thank you for your cooperation. Here are our numbers in case you see him again or have any information about him."
The blonde nods, taking the card that gets handed to him and reads it over.
Song Daeun and Choi Haneul, homicide detectives.
"Thank you for your time."
They both bow, and Jungkook bows back as he watches them walk away, sticking out like a sore thumb with their suits at the beach.
For a long minute, it's silent. Sanghoon is still standing to the side, looking at Jungkook as if he wants to ask questions but is stopping himself. Yoongi on the other hand looks to be in shock, probably thinking over his interaction with Taehyung, thinking how someone who seemed harmless could be what they're saying.
Jungkook abruptly stands up, quickly packing up his stuff and throwing his bag over his shoulder.
"Where are you going?"
"I need to go home, I don't feel well,” is all Jungkook says, walking away as fast as he can. Even with the open space that the beach provides, he feels like he can't breathe. Luckily, Sanghoon doesn't stop him which he takes as permission to knock off early and heads to the bus stop.
The whole bus ride home, Jungkook keeps on replaying last night over and over again in his head, trying to look for signs that he might have missed. But nothing comes to mind. All he remembers is how beautiful Taehyung was and how good he fucked him. To think, those same hands that touched him were used to end someone's life. A parent, a child, a friend. God, he really thinks he's going to throw up. He sorts through the fog taking up space in his brain once he gets to his stop, attempting to relax himself before he goes into a full panic attack.
He's never going to see him again, he thinks to himself as he thanks the bus driver and walks to his apartment. It was a one-night stand and he's still alive thank god. He should focus on that and not what could have happened, he will only psych himself out and he doesn't need that.
When he gets into the apartment, he makes sure to lock the door behind him before kicking off his shoes and dropping his bag at the entryway. He takes out his phone, watching as a string of texts from the group chat keep coming in. Yoongi must have told Hoseok about Taehyung since every text is filled with concerns and questions.
Questions he can't answer at the moment.
He drops his phone onto the dinner table and walks up the stairs to his bedroom. He tries to remind himself to breathe, to not freak out too much when he's sure the police will find him and put him behind bars for what he's done.
He repeats that to himself over and over, and he’s so distracted with that, that when he walks into his bedroom he doesn't notice anyone sitting at his desk until he speaks.
"Hey, Jungkook."
The blonde jumps out of his skin, spinning around to be face to face with Taehyung, and he immediately feels paralyzed to the ground. He doesn't move, doesn't run, doesn’t scream, he doesn't even breathe. He just stands there, the menacing aura he suddenly feels holding him in a tight grip.
Taehyung tilts his head, innocent and confused. Jungkook tries not to throw up from the nausea that's starting to bubble in his stomach.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face?"
"Please," Jungkook breathes out, forcing himself to breathe. "Please don't hurt me."
I don't want to die.
"Hurt you?" He barks out a laugh as if the thought is so fucking hilarious. "Why would I hurt you?"
Jungkook can feel the tears gathering at the corner of his eyes, bottom lip trembling in fear. He doesn't want to die. He refuses to die. Not when he hasn't done anything with his life. Not when he hasn't figured out what he wants to do.
Not when he's barely lived.
His eyes darted around the room, trying to figure out how to get out of here, trying to search for a way out in what seems like such a hopeless situation. His phone is in the kitchen, and if he makes a run for it, he might not even make it. No sudden movements he tells himself, he doesn't know how Taehyung will react.
He keeps looking, his teary eyes catching the sight of the house phone sitting on his side table.
He looks back at Taehyung. The elder looks even more confused as if he can’t figure out that maybe Jungkook knows he's a wanted man. He takes a deep breath. It's now or never. He's not going to die without a fight.
So he bolts straight for the phone, his heart racing as he picks it up and dials 119, but his stomach drops, and nausea comes back full force when he's met with only the sound of the phone line, dead.
Fuck.
Taehyung sighs. "I had a feeling you would do that, so I cut the line."
He's not dying without a fight.
Jungkook then picks up the hairbrush next to the phone and points it at Taehyung, a faint blush dusting across his cheeks when he realizes how stupid he must look right now.
The elder snorts. "What are you going to do with that?"
"Get the fuck out. The police told me everything, I know who you are and they're on their way here now. They've been tracking me, so leave." Jungkook lies, a little impressed with himself that his voice didn’t break.
Taehyung's amused expression doesn't falter for a second.
"So they told you?"
"That you're a wanted serial killer? Yeah, the topic came up." Jungkook scoffs.
"I'm being framed, whatever they told you isn't true."
Jungkook rolls his eyes. "That's exactly what a wanted man would say."
"I'm telling you the truth. I never killed anyone and I'm trying to prove it, which is why I came here, you took my jacket by accident and it had this in the pocket." He reaches into his own pocket and Jungkook inhales a sharp breath, thinking he's about to pull out a weapon of some sorts, but when he pulls out his hand he’s just holding a USB stick. "This is going to help clear my name."
"W-Well if you have it then get the fuck out! Why are you still here?"
Despite the situation, and the fact that the police told him that the man standing in front of him is as dangerous as they come, a distinct blush creeps up Taehyung’s neck and onto his cheeks as his eyes shy away.
And Jungkook instantly hates himself for thinking he's cute.
"I didn't lie when I said I had a good time last night, I wanted to see you before I-"
Taehyung's words get halted by someone banging violently on the door, followed by the heavenly sound of a deep voice shouting out "POLICE!"
Jungkook doesn't think he's been happier to hear something so much in his life. The blonde is about to scream, to let them know where he is and that Taehyung is here with him, but then-
"JEON JUNGKOOK WE KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE! WE KNOW YOU'RE WORKING WITH HIM, IF YOU SURRENDER NOW WE MIGHT GO EASY ON YOU."
Jungkook's mouth falls open. "What the fuck?"
"They must think you're working with me."
"Why the hell would they think that? I didn't even-"
"OPEN THE DOOR NOW OR WE'LL BREAK IT DOWN."
Taehyung walks over to him and Jungkook's heart almost stops to have him so close. He reaches out his hand and Jungkook stares at it, a look of disgust taking over his face.
"Come on, we gotta get out of here."
"Are you insane? I'm not going with you. You're the reason I'm in this mess."
"And I can get you out. It's either come with me or go to jail."
Jungkook's mind is jumbled with thoughts. He thinks of telling Taehyung to go fuck himself and run to the door. To tell them he's in his bedroom and explain he has nothing to do with whatever Taehyung is in trouble with.
But then he thinks about Taehyung's words. He thinks of them not believing him, of him in jail for something he didn't do, and not a chance to explain. He thinks of Taehyung telling the truth, that he's innocent and he can help clear both of their names.
Then he thinks how crazy this whole situation is and how insane he is for even thinking of going with this potential killer.
"I promise Jungkook, I got you but we have to go now."
Jungkook opens his mouth, not sure what words he wants to say or if anything will come out at all, but then he hears a crash sound downstairs.
They broke in.
So Jungkook takes Taehyung's hand.
His heart feels like it's going to beat right out of his chest as Taehyung pulls him across the room, slamming the door shut and locking it in a swift motion before heading to the window that's already slightly ajar. It must have been how he got in here in the first place.
Taehyung opens it more, climbing over the seal and bringing Jungkook with him. Luckily it's big enough for both of them to fit, but when Jungkook looks down he instantly regrets this. They're on the second floor for fuck sake.
"We have to jump."
"I-I can't. It's too high."
"You can and you will."
They both look over their shoulder at the sound of the police banging on his bedroom door, trying to get in. It's locked but it's not going to take long for them to get through. He turns back around.
"We're going to jump on three, okay?" Taehyung says, his hand placed gently on his back. Jungkook nods, wondering how the fuck he even got here.
"One..."
This is completely deranged, he really shouldn't do this. Who says Taehyung is telling the truth? Who says he's not exactly who those detectives said he was? Who says he’s not going to die?
"Two..."
But what if he is telling the truth? What if he is getting framed and now so is Jungkook just for being with him. What if going with Taehyung is the only way out of this hell he's suddenly been thrust into.
"Three!"
So with that thought, Jungkook closes his eyes.
And jumps.