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Yoongi looks out into the port. Large ships meander across the grey, rippling water. There is the clang of containers being unloaded, the distant blare of a horn. The wind whistles past him, chilling him to the bone as he takes a long drag on his cigarette. His fingers shake in the icy cold. He tightens his scarf around his neck.
Vladivostok isn't Yoongi's favourite place to visit even in the summer; in the winter, it feels like a punishment. At least the trip has been worth it. He and his team have secured the lower shipping rates just like they were sent here to do. He knows that his success probably has a lot more to do with the funds now being transferred into the Siberian Regional Manager's bank account than anything else, but still, Yoongi's pleased.
"Mr Min?"
A driver steps out of the black Mercedes that's pulled up in front of Yoongi. He nods, throwing his cigarette to the ground and stamping it out beneath his foot into the snow speckled sidewalk.
Inside of the car is mercifully warm, hot air blowing through the vents with a such force that Yoongi actually needs to unbutton his dark overcoat. His hands begin to thaw and he wriggles his fingers in an attempt to ease their stiffness. Enough feeling returns to allow him to pick up his phone. There are the normal email notifications waiting for him. He clicks, however, straight on the text message icon instead. There five waiting for him, all from Jungkook.
Jungkook:
You free this weekend?
It's Jin's birthday party and he wants you to come
You know, if you've not got hypothermia from the cold
Even then you should still probably come
For Jin
Yoongi stares down at his phone. It's just over a week since he's last seen Jungkook. Since that unexpected dinner together. Since the incredible sex. Since Yoongi stayed the night and found himself watching the younger a while after he fell asleep, his fingers clasped tentatively around Yoongi's forearm just like before. It was nice. Something like comfort; of Jungkook's presence beside him, exciting and calming all at once.
Yoongi:
For Jin, huh?
Jungkook:
Yes, for Jin
For some reason he likes your boring ass
Yoongi:
I'll think about it
Jungkook:
For fuck's sake
Just come
Yoongi feels a smile edge at his lips. He can almost see the irritated eye roll all the way from Russia.
Yoongi:
Maybe
Jungkook:
You’re really fucking annoying you know that
Yoongi:
Talking to me like that isn’t going to convince me to come
Jungkook:
Fine
Fuck it
Come, don’t come
I don’t care
Yoongi chuckles and pockets his phone. It's been a tough few days, and it's strangely nice to hear from the other.
He doesn’t get another text until the following morning.
Jungkook:
So are you coming or what?
Yoongi relents, the hint of a smile on his lips as he types out a reply.
Yoongi:
Fine
For Jin
*
“You realise we’re going to be late thanks to your prima donna ass.”
“Perfection takes time, Yoongi,” Jungkook sighs, rummaging in his huge in-built closet.
“I don’t know. I look perfect, and this only took me ten minutes.”
A lie. Yoongi spent a disconcertingly long time getting ready for tonight; picking the right cologne, the right shirt. He tries not to think too much on it. Jungkook stares at him, giving him a long, disapproving look up and down. He snorts.
“If that’s what you choose to believe.”
Yoongi takes out his phone, scrolling through his inbox as Jungkook tries on yet another shirt. All designer, all expensive, all looking just as good as the last. Yoongi keeps that thought to himself as he sits on the edge of Jungkook’s bed, and tries not to glance over too obviously whenever Jungkook’s bare chest is on display. He replies to a few mails before Jungkook finally steps in front of him.
“I’m ready,” he declares.
Despite his words Jungkook climbs into Yoongi’s lap. One knee presses into the mattress either side of the elders’ thighs, arms looping around his neck. Yoongi blinks, not quite sure what’s going on. He settles his hands on Jungkook’s waist, over the wine-coloured material of his shirt.
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Jungkook tells him, wetting his lips lightly.
“Are we skipping the party and fucking instead?”
“No way are we missing Jin’s birthday,” Jungkook tells him. “Anyway, the surprise is for later.”
“Do I need to be worried?” Yoongi checks,.Jungkook’s lips curl into a smirk that means he definitely should be worried.
“Course not,” he grins deviously. “Don’t you trust me?”
“No.”
Jungkook laughs softly, biting down on his lower lip. “I promise you’ll like it.”
Silence fills the space between them, not easy but not uncomfortable either. More like anticipation, but for what, Yoongi isn’t sure. Jungkook holds his gaze, similarly seeming like he is waiting for something to happen. Eventually he leans in, nudging Yoongi’s nose with his own very briefly before capturing his mouth with a kiss.
Yoongi’s surprised but he lets his lips part all the same. Jungkook’s tongue slips inside, moving slow and slick against Yoongi’s. The kiss is languid and smooth, searching and sensual. It makes a tiny shiver travel along Yoongi’s spine. He tugs Jungkook closer on his lap, tilting his head to deepen the kiss even further. Jungkook lets out an almost inaudible whimper that sends a pleasant warmth through the elder.
“Sure we can’t stay here?” Yoongi checks, words breathed into the kiss.
He brings his mouth away, trailing it along the heated expanse of Jungkook’s neck. He nips gently at the skin and Jungkook’s arms tighten around him. The tiniest of moans escapes Jungkook. He tugs the collar of his shirt down, letting Yoongi’s lips travel lower.
“Fuck,” he whispers, voice soft as Yoongi starts to suck on the skin. Yoongi loves it, the way Jungkook goes so pliant under his mouth. Jungkook’s hand tangles roughly in Yoongi’s hair. He bites warningly at Jungkook's skin for his bluntness.
“We’re gonna be late,” Jungkook eventually murmurs, despite not appearing in a hurry to leave.
"And who's fault is that?"
Jungkook sighs and for a brief moment Yoongi thinks that he might relent. But then suddenly Jungkook's warmth is leaving his lap. It makes Yoongi huff in frustration as the younger stands up.
"Fucking cocktease."
Jungkook tries to smirk but it goes a little giddy and turns into a smile. Yoongi straightens the collar of his shirt, runs a hand over his hair to flatten it down. Jungkook tilts his head towards the door.
By the time they hail a taxi and reach the venue, the celebrations are already in full swing.
After passing through a frankly ridiculous level of security for a birthday party, Yoongi finds himself in sleek surroundings, encompassed by a multitude of even sleeker revellers. The whole bar is draped in luxurious purples and golds. The bar staff are all dressed in beautiful, flowing fabrics. The lights from the ceiling drip with jewelled tassles. It seems to be some sort of Arabian nights theme, although thankfully all the guests are in dressed in regular designer gear. Jungkook mentioned on the ride over that this is one of the bars Seokjin owns, and it seems like he's taken great joy in having it decorated to his whims.
The room is full of people; some dancing wildly to the reverberating hiphop, some in darkened corners with exploring hands and mouths, some partaking in intoxication, be it liquor or what appears on one table to be cocaine.
Yoongi's not sure how Seokjin even spots them through the masses, but soon enough he's striding over. Namjoon trails behind him as he checks his phone. Seokjin's wearing a pale pink shirt, Namjoon a pale pink waistcoat. Yoongi has the feeling they've been intentionally coordinated.
"Yoongi! So nice to see you again!"
Yoongi blinks in surprise at the warm welcome but he accepts it all the same. He's sure being on Seokjin's good side is the best place to be. Seokjin gathers Yoongi into a hug. In return, Yoongi awkwardly pats him on the back. Jungkook sniggers off to the side.
"Happy birthday," Yoongi says uselessly, but it makes Seokjin beam nonetheless.
"He's a keeper," he whispers to Jungkook, though it comes out far too loud. Jungkook looks momentarily flustered before giving a derisive snort.
"How wasted are you already?"
"Very," Namjoon sighs, as though irritated by Seokjin's current level of inebriation.. It swiftly earns him a glare from the man in question.
"It's called having fun," he huffs, aggressively flicking Namjoon's phone. "You should try it sometime."
Now Namjoon glares back. Yoongi starts to feel awkward, the sensation of an impending argument approaching. He'd rather not be in the middle of it. Jungkook seems to sense it too, quickly tugging on Yoongi's shirt sleeve to pull him in the direction of the drinks.
"We'll catch up with you guys later," Jungkook assures them before calling over his shoulder. "Happy birthday!"
Once at the bar Jungkook orders them both vodka tonics. It's not what Yoongi wanted but he accepts it. He is very much in need of drink. Now that he's here, it's hitting Yoongi just how reckless he's being. He's at the birthday party of Kim Seokjin, attending with the son of his company's CEO. Add in alcohol and a room full of people Yoongi's never met before, and it's starting to feel like a recipe for disaster.
And yet when Jungkook holds out his glass to Yoongi, Yoongi clinks their glasses together easily.
"How does Jin know so many people?" Yoongi mutters as an giggling group of girls stagger past him.
"He's a popular guy," Jungkook shrugs. "Fuck knows why."
Despite the nonchalant words, his fondness for Seokjin is clear as he speaks him. It's obvious he thinks very highly of the elder.
"Do they all know about his situation?" Yoongi checks, voice quiet.
Jungkook frowns. "His situation?"
"With him... and Namjoon."
Jungkook shakes his head as though Yoongi has said something mildly humourous. "You mean, does everyone here know that the two of them are the most disgustingly cute couple in Seoul? Yes, most likely."
Yoongi nods, though he doesn't fully understand. Understand how Seokjin doesn't seem to care; how he holds onto his respect and power despite his relationship with Namjoon being something of an open secret.
"And everyone's okay with it?"
"Why wouldn't they be?" Jungkook asks, tone holding a new sharpness.
"Come on Kook, you're not dumb. You know how things are here."
Jungkook's features lighten briefly before he settles them back into impassiveness.
"No one here has a problem with it." He pauses, lips twisting into something like a smirk, though somehow more wicked. "Or if they do, they're wise enough to know it's safer to keep their mouths shut."
That sense of uneasiness stirs once more inside Yoongi. Like he felt first being in Seokjin's apartment. Like he felt when Namjoon referred to Seokjin as dangerous. Jungkook steps closer, sipping on his drink and holding Yoongi's gaze. There's something fiery in his eyes. Devious, heated.
"Wanna know a secret?"
Jungkook's words are low, drawn out like liquid, dragging Yoongi in and ensnaring him. He wonders what Jungkook's about to tell him. Perhaps a cautionary story about someone who did take offence to Seokjin. Yoongi's stomach twists nervously. Jungkook leans in, breath warm against Yoongi's ear.
"I'm wearing lace panties."
The words take a few moments to register with Yoongi. For the fear of a gruesome tale about whoever dared to cross Seokjin to fade, to be replaced instead with a low flicker of arousal. He swallows thickly, mind conjuring up images of what Jungkook's told him.
"Really?" .
He keeps his voice deep with just enough intrigue. His eyes flicker down to Jungkook's lower body, as though he'd be able to see through the fabric now that he knows what's hidden beneath. Jungkook bites down mischievously on his lower lip, nodding ever so slightly.
"You like the thought of it?"
Jungkook's breath hits Yoongi's jaw as he speaks. Yoongi turns his head enough to meet Jungkook's gaze, the molten heat in his irises enough of an answer. He still goes to speak though; to tell Jungkook exactly what he's thinking. What he wants to see. To do.
“Kookie!”
Jimin’s happy greeting cuts through the moment. Yoongi has to take a few moments to gather himself, the knowledge of what Jungkook’s just told him burning in his mind. Jungkook grins, enveloping Jimin in a friendly hug. Taehyung stands awkwardly beside them, the same look of worry etched in his features that was present when he last saw Yoongi outside of work.
“Hi.” Taehyung nods in greeting, speaking quietly as Jimin and Jungkook get reacquainted. Yoongi nods back.
“I see you’ve brought along your handsome friend again,” Jimin smirks, eyes travelling lazily along Yoongi’s body.
Taehyung’s face remains impassive, the way he’s trained it to do over years at the company, but Yoongi’s sure he’s mildly affronted by the comment. Yoongi senses Jungkook step a little closer to him.
“What’s this you’re wearing?” Jungkook comments, pointedly ignoring Jimin’s words.
He idly fondles the collar of Jimin’s shirt. A red snake design curves around the stiff fabric. Yoongi notices its resemblance to the snake sometimes adorning Taehyung’s ties in the office.
“It’s Gucci,” Jimin tells him proudly. He smacks Jungkook's hand away. “So keep your grubby paws off.”
Jungkook lets out a low whistle. “Gucci, huh? Someone’s treating you well.”
He throws a knowing wink in Taehyung’s direction. A pink flush blooms on Taehyung’s cheeks.
Yoongi takes a moment to properly look at Jimin. At his expensive shirt, apparently Gucci. At the Cartier watch on his wrist. At the shine of the earring dangling from his earlobe, and the rings adorning his fingers. Jungkook was right; Taehyung really is spoiling him.
“Yeah,” Jimin smiles, turning to look at Taehyung. “Too well.”
It's uttered in a teasing way, but there’s a hint of something else too. As though Jimin doesn’t quite believe himself worthy of all these trinkets. The way Taehyung looks back at him must surely erase those doubts though. He looks so disturbingly fond.
“I just like to see you happy,” Taehyung tells him, honest and genuine. The way he used to speak when Yoongi first met him; before he started covering up emotions like that in order to get ahead in the world.
Jimin flushes a little at this too. Jungkook scrunches up his nose.
“Fuck, you two are gonna be worse than those idiots soon.”
He nods over in the direction of Seokjin and Namjoon. They appear to have got over their brief moment of irritation with each other, if the way Seokjin’s draped around the other’s back is anything to go by.
“That’s the goal,” Jimin grins. Jungkook rolls his eyes.
The lights in the bar suddenly dim. Yoongi’s momentarily confused until he sees the bar staff bring out a huge cake, decorated, it appears,as a scene from a Super Mario game. People start singing as the candles flicker. Seokjin doesn’t cover his face demurely like most people do when the focus of attention; instead he beams, and even starts singing along to his own happy birthday tune.
“I see Namjoon decided not to carry it out himself this year,” Jimin comments, sending Jungkook into a peel of laughter.
“Oh god, I’d almost forgotten about that.”
“He made this big fuss about this amazing cake he’d got for Jin last year,” Jimin explains to Yoongi and Taehyung. “Only none of us ever got to see it. As soon as he started carrying it into the room, he tripped and it went everywhere.”
“Utter carnage,” Jungkook adds, laughing once more. Yoongi offers a smile at the story, and idly wonders how often Jimin attends these events with Jungkook.
“It’s the thought that counts though, right?” Jimin states.
“No way. It’s the delicious cake that counts,” Jungkook counters.
Jimin chuckles. They all applaud as Seokjin blows out the candles, and then dramatically pulls Namjoon in for a kiss.
“How long have they been together?” Taehyung asks curiously.
“I dunno,” Jungkook shrugs. “A long fucking time. I know Jin was still at college when they started dating.”
Yoongi’s mildly impressed. He’s never managed to date someone for more than a week, let alone that many years.
“Wow,” Taehyung comments. “Is that where they met?”
“Nah. Jin was trying to act the tough guy one night. Went to a club in a shady part of town on his own to settle some dispute he'd been having. But he got sidetracked. Says he saw Namjoon across the dance floor and it was love at first sight, all that bullshit.”
“That’s sweet,” Taehyung smiles.
“Not really,” Jungkook snorts. “Jin didn’t know how to approach him. Usually people know Jin already. He rarely has to do introductions. Joon was dealing and so Jin decided to buy some stuff from him as a conversation starter. Thing was, Jin had never done drugs before. Starting hallucinating and freaking out, going batshit crazy. Namjoon was so worried he ended up sitting with him out on the street the whole night trying to calm him down.”
“Shit,” Taehyung laughs, surprised and amused. “And then they lived happily ever after?”
“Sort of. I was too young to be told much, but I know it caused quite a stir in the Kim family when they started dating.”
“Did they not know Jin was gay?” Yoongi asks.
“Oh no, they knew that,” Jungkook explains. “But in a family like theirs, you don’t really date outside of people you know and trust. Namjoon was a complete outsider. They didn’t accept him easily.”
“Everyone seems okay with them dating now,” Taehyung says.
“Yeah, now it’s all cool,” Jungkook tells them. He pauses, mouth curved in contemplation. “He proved his loyalty to the Kims when he needed to.”
“Proved it how?” Jimin asks.
Jungkook wets his lips. “I don’t think he’d like me to say.”
Yoongi’s mind flits back to the mention the other day of Namjoon once almost accidentally shooting himself in the foot. He wonders if it’s in any way related.
Their gazes focus on back on Seokjin and Namjoon, who are now cutting into the cake and sampling a taste.
“When’s your birthday, Taetae?”
Yoongi cringes inwardly at the cutesy nickname that comes from Jimin. Taehyung doesn’t seem to mind though.
“December 30th.”
“What!” Jimin exclaims, surprised. “It’s so soon! We should do something for it.”
“Well, uh-" Taehyung looks down, somewhat bashful. Yoongi still can't quite get over the difference between Taehyung at work, and Taehyung around Jimin. "I was going to ask if you wanted to go away again. For my birthday and New Years, you know. I wasn’t sure what your plans are but-“
“I’d love to,” Jimin tells him, sliding his arms around Taehyung’s shoulders. Taehyung beams.
“You don’t even know where I want to take you yet,” he laughs quietly.
“Doesn’t matter."
“I need another drink,” Jungkook declares, face scrunching in playful displeasure at the pair in front of him.
He grabs Yoongi by the shirt sleeve, guiding them both away from the couple. Yoongi lets him, somewhat perturbed by how easily he lets himself get carried along with Jungkook’s whims. Jimin and Taehyung barely seem to notice them disappear.
Once at the bar Jungkook orders them more drinks, watching Yoongi carefully the whole time. He’s close, under the guise of trying to be heard over the music, body only inches away from Yoongi’s.
“So, I never got to hear what you think about what I told you earlier.”
He keeps looking at Yoongi, the eagerness to know Yoongi’s reaction clear despite his cool delivery.
“I think you should tell me a little more first,” Yoongi replies, low and smooth.
“What do you want to know?” Jungkook asks, voice quiet and teasing. He picks up his glass with one hand. Takes a small, deliberate sip. “Do you want to know that the panties are pale blue and lace? Or do you want to know that I fingered myself open earlier, so I’d be ready for you tonight?”
Jesus. Yoongi glances to the side to check that they’re not overheard, but his nerves are hugely overtaken by the excitement stirring in him from Jungkook’s words. Yoongi wets his lips lightly.
“What were you thinking about when you fingered yourself, baby?”
Jungkook smirks, the tiny crook of his lips holding an immense amount of mischief. He leans in so that his mouth is against Yoongi’s ear, breath hot as he speaks.
“Thought about you fucking me in the bathroom here. I’ve got a plug in, so I don’t need any prep,” he breathes out. “You could bend me over the sink. Pull my underwear to the side and just slide your dick right inside me.”
“Fuck,” Yoongi whispers, because he can’t form anything more coherent. The image is hot, intensely arousing, and it makes a heaviness start to gather in Yoongi’s lower body.
“You like that?” Jungkook grins, devious and pleased. “You wanna find a bathroom right now?”
“You want to fuck here?”
It’s not that Yoongi’s a prude. Far from it. He’s experienced plenty of bathroom fucks over the years. But if he thought it was risky coming to Seokjin’s birthday party with his boss’s son, then he feels like fucking said boss’s son in a public bathroom is most definitely playing with fire.
“Why not?” Jungkook keeps grinning, gaze drawing Yoongi further in. “Don’t you want to fuck me? You forgotten how good it feels to have my tight ass around your cock?”
“You think far too much of yourself,” Yoongi tells him, even as he feels himself growing hard from Jungkook’s words.
“You honestly gonna tell me you don’t want it?”
Yoongi takes a long sip of his drink as though considering. “Well, I would hate to miss the party.”
“Don’t pretend,” Jungkook huffs, impatient. He changes his tone quickly though, to something far more enticing and cajoling. “Come on. I want to feel your thick cock in me so badly.”
“You really are a fucking nightmare.”
Jungkook takes this as a yes, placing both of their glasses back on the bar and pulling Yoongi in a unknown direction. Yoongi suspects he already has somewhere in mind, given his determined stride. They leave the main bar area and head down a short flight of steps, before reaching a row of doors. Jungkook opens one, then tugs them both inside.
It’s a private bathroom, as luxurious and ornate as the rest of the building. There’s a sink built into the smooth surface of the counter, a large mirror covering the wall behind it. Yoongi only catches the briefest glimpse of himself stood next to Jungkook before the younger’s lips are suddenly upon his own.
Jungkook kisses with determination, hot and eager. It’s much more demanding than the slow, sensual kiss they shared back in Jungkook’s bedroom this evening, but just as enjoyable. Yoongi kisses back hard, fiery, backing Jungkook up until his ass collides with the bathroom counter. His hands grip Jungkook’s slim waist, clutching at the fabric of his shirt.
He breaks the kiss, enjoying the way that Jungkook’s lips automatically search out his own again. Jungkook pouts a little when Yoongi pulls away further, keeping his mouth firmly out of reach.
“Why don’t you show me what you’re wearing underneath these, hmm?”
Yoongi hooks his thumbs into the waistband of Jungkook’s pants, tugging enough so that the younger gets the hint. Yoongi feels a thrill of excitement shoot through him. Jungkook bites down on his lower lip before pushing Yoongi back a step further and turning around.
Yoongi looks into the mirror, closely watching the way that Jungkook’s fingers undo the zipper. Jungkook catches him looking and smirks. He takes his time, slowly taking hold of the waistband and arching his back seductively. Yoongi wonders if it’s a move he uses in the club. He pushes all thoughts of that aside as the fabric eases down over his ass and thighs.
Yoongi lets out a quiet groan at the sight reflected back at him. The lingerie is dainty, a pale shade of blue colouring the lace. Yoongi doesn’t doubt that they are expensive. He couldn’t care less about the cost though. He’s more distracted by the way Jungkook’s thickening cock pulls at the material. He’s only half hard so far, but it still stretches and tugs at the lace. It makes Yoongi’s stomach dip with pleasure.
“Fuck, baby. Look at you,” he whispers.
His eyes meet Jungkook’s in the mirror as he slips his hands around around his waist from behind. One set of fingers push up the hem of Jungkook’s shirt so that he can see everything fully. With the other hand he brushes his palm across Jungkook's barely constrained cock. Jungkook holds his gaze, but there’s the slightest edge of nerves hidden in there too.
“You like it?” he asks.
He’s aiming for arrogance, but there’s no doubt that he’s seeking assurance from Yoongi too that he’s done the right thing. That Yoongi appreciates his efforts. Yoongi casts his gaze down, to the firm curve of Jungkook’s ass beneath the lace. There’s a little more fabric there than a thong, but not much.
“I do,” Yoongi murmurs, drawing one hand back to stroke over the smooth skin on show. Jungkook arches a little more. Yoongi gently squeezes the meat of his ass before giving it a light smack. “I like it a lot.”
A soft noise of enjoyment spills from Jungkook. He draws in a steadying breath. “I’m glad,” he says quietly. “Wanted to do this for you.”
The admittance stirs something in Yoongi. Something more than sexual; something more akin to how he felt when he last fell asleep at Jungkook’s, simply enjoying the younger's presence and proximity.
“Cute,” Yoongi teases lowly, even though the image before him is far from cute. He slips two fingers under the trim.
“Call me fucking cute once more and you’re never getting this again.”
Yoongi chuckles but relents. He trails his fingers along Jungkook’s side, slipping beneath his shirt as he mouths at his neck. He looks at Jungkook in the mirror. The younger is fully hard now, the delicate material straining to hold in his cock. The lingerie sits snug on his hips, dainty and pretty against the hard, masculine planes of his abdomen.
“Fine, I take it back,” Yoongi tells him, nipping at the sensitive skin under his lips. “Not cute. Fucking gorgeous.”
Jungkook’s eyelids fall shut briefly, as though taking a moment to savour Yoongi’s words. Yoongi can see the bob of his throat as Jungkook swallows heavily. He leans forward, elbows braced on the counter, and glances over his shoulder.
“Fuck me, Yoongi."
"You not gonna let me appreciate this a little longer?"
Jungkook huffs. "Appreciate it with your dick inside me."
Yoongi can't hold back the smile that spreads across his lips. "So impatient."
Yoongi rubs his palm over the swell of Jungkook's ass. He may like to tease, but the thought of being buried in the younger's tight heat is a touch too tempting right now.
Yoongi pulls the fabric to the side, inhaling sharply when he spies the glass base of a plug nestled between Jungkook's cheeks. The idea that Jungkook is ready to take Yoongi right now is almost as arousing as the fact that he would have fingered himself earlier to prep himself. Would have likely been thinking of Yoongi while he did so. Yoongi's cock throbs in the tight confines of his underwear.
"What a nice surprise," Yoongi says softly.
He takes hold of the base and tugs on it ever so slightly. He notices the way that Jungkook's muscles tense, how his breathing hitches. He pulls the toy out just a little, circling slow and deliberate, before rocking it back inside fully. Jungkook's breathing gets heavier, shakier. He pushes back into Yoongi's touch as Yoongi repeats the action, beginning to very slowly fuck Jungkook with it.
"Feel good?"
"I don't understand why your cock isn't inside me yet."
Yoongi gives him a sharper smack on the ass this time for his comment. Jungkook gasps at the impact, the sound a delicious mix of pain and pleasure.
"Patience," Yoongi murmurs. "You had your fun earlier. Let me have mine."
Jungkook huffs again but he doesn't argue back. Instead he arches his back more, head hanging down between his shoulders as Yoongi's other hand dips lower to gently play with Jungkook's balls. He whines softly. Yoongi's cock aches.
"Have you got-"
"Yes, fuck."
Jungkook reaches into the pocket of his pushed-down pants, bringing out a small bottle of lube and a condom. He places them next to where he leans on the counter. Yoongi undoes his own zipper, bringing his underwear down just enough to pull his cock out. He's so hard already, precome leaking down his length. Jungkook twists to peek behind, moaning needily as he catches sight of Yoongi's cock.
Yoongi near enough rips open the wrapper, rolling the condom down over himself. He returns one hand to the pretty glass base of the plug, circling it teasingly one last time before carefully pulling it out fully. He presses his fingertips inside, feeling the slickness of the lube already coating Jungkook's inner walls. He draws in a sharp breath.
"God, so wet, baby. So tight."
He pushes in a little further, scissoring his fingers slightly and enjoying the shuddered gasp it draws from Jungkook. He plays with him a short while longer before grabbing the bottle of lube and withdrawing his fingers. Jungkook seems to have prepped himself well, but it can't hurt to be sure.
With newly slicked up fingers he slides them back inside, rubbing more deliberately against him this time. His free hand slips around Jungkook. He dips his fingers beneath the elastic of the panties. He seeks out the head of Jungkook's cock, finding it hot, leaking precome. He thumbs the slit as he crooks his fingers inside his ass.
"Shit," Jungkook whispers, voice already ragged. "Right there."
Yoongi concentrates on that spot inside of him. Circles his fingers exactly right, pressing where Jungkook needs it most. It's elicits a gorgeous moan from the younger. Yoongi's cock throbs with anticipation, with need. Yoongi fingers him just a little longer, until he can't hold back anymore.
He takes his hand away from Jungkook's cock, using it instead to hold the lacy material to the side. With his other hand he spreads his cheek, making it easier for him to roll his hips forward, cock catching on Jungkook's rim before sliding inside. They both groan at the sensation, loud, overwhelmed.
"Fuck, Kook. Always so tight for me."
Yoongi's words are gritted out, the feeling of being buried so deep inside of the younger making it hard to catch his breath. Jungkook just groans quietly in response, adjusting to Yoongi's size.
"Fuck me," Jungkook mumbles eventually. "Please, god, just fuck me."
Yoongi doesn't need much more persuasion. He pulls out almost all the way before slamming back inside of him. Jungkook moans wantonly, hips pushing back onto Yoongi. Yoongi's hand slides up to grab his hip, gripping tight as he begins to truly fuck into him.
It's so fucking good. The way Jungkook feels around him; the sound of skin-on-skin; the breathy moans that continually fall from Jungkook's parted lips. Yoongi lets his head tip back, eyes closed as he pounds into the other.
"Yes, Yoongi, fuck," Jungkook groans. "Give it to me."
Yoongi groans too. He looks down, head falling forward. He watches the way his cock disappears into Jungkook over and over, how the lace sits so prettily against his firm, tan skin. He can't quite believe still that Jungkook's actually done this for him.
Yoongi eventually draws his gaze away. His breath hitches when, instead, he looks up into the mirror in front of them. He can see Jungkook's face now, eyes closed, lips parted, expression utterly blissful. Can see how his back arches so beautifully. Can see himself behind Jungkook, hair messy, face flushed.
Jungkook opens his eyes to catch Yoongi staring at their reflection. He smirks, as best he can when he's panting so heavily, and meets Yoongi's gaze.
"Fuck. We look hot together," he says. His breath hitches when Yoongi subtly changes the angle of his thrusts. His hands grapple for purchase on the smooth surface of the counter. "Wanna film us some day."
Yoongi imagines it. Being able to watch this any time he wanted. To see Jungkook come undone from his touch, turn into a shivering, shaking wreck just from Yoongi's dick inside of him. The thought makes Yoongi hot, and he fucks a little harder into the younger. He knows it's too risky though.
"Absolutely fucking not."
Jungkook laughs, breathless and weak. "I'll change your mind."
He rocks his hips back more forcefully onto Yoongi's cock. It makes him stumble forward slightly from the rush of pleasure. He reaches for one of Jungkook's hands, bringing it behind himself.
"Put your hand here," Yoongi mumbles. He positions Jungkook's fingers so that they're holding the lacy fabric to the side.
Yoongi grips Jungkook's hips with both hands now. He fucks him hard, using the leverage to pull Jungkook back onto his cock every time that he thrusts in deep. His pace is fast, relentless. A litany of moans and curses spill from Jungkook's lips, his eyes closed once again in pure pleasure.
"This what you wanted, baby?" Yoongi murmurs. "Bent over and spread open for me while I fuck you just how you need it."
Jungkook doesn't vocalise an answer, simply nods his head frantically before demanding, "Keep going. Oh god, keep going."
Heat starts pooling in Yoongi's gut. He knows it's quick, but that's how these things are. Fast, messy, filthy. He enjoys taking his time with Jungkook usually, drawing out the pleasure until Jungkook is wordless and writhing on the sheets. But right now is about getting off, need taking over fully.
"Can you cum untouched?"
Jungkook shakes his head wildly, whining lowly. "I've never- with anyone-"
His words are stuttered, gasped out. Yoongi doesn't press the point. He latches onto the fact that Jungkook specified that he hadn't with anyone. Yoongi wonders if he's done so when he's been alone, fucking himself with one of his toys. It's an insanely hot image and Yoongi feels that heat coil a little tighter in the pit of his stomach. He'd love to try with Jungkook right now, but that's for another time. When he can build him up properly, until he's trembling and begging to cum on Yoongi's cock.
"I'll make you one day, baby," Yoongi assures him. Jungkook whines again, sounding wonderfully desperate.
"Please."
Yoongi drops one hand, sliding it around to slip into the front of his underwear. He only manages to wrap his hand around Jungkook's cock, to thumb beneath the head ever so slightly, before Jungkook's shuddering in his hold. He tightens around Yoongi's cock and Yoongi fucks into him faster, harder. Yoongi watches in the mirror as Jungkook cums, the younger's jaw slack with unbridled pleasure.
It's hot, so fucking hot, to see. It takes barely a few more thrusts into him before Yoongi's stilling, buried deep inside of Jungkook as he cums too. It's a delicious, heady wave of intense relief, filling every part of him. Yoongi's legs shake and he struggles to keep his grip on Jungkook when the younger collapses forward against the countertop.
"God," Jungkook whispers, almost awestruck. "That was fucking amazing."
He props himself up a little on his elbows. Yoongi leans forward, pressing a kiss to the ridge of his spine before carefully pulling out. He ties off the condom and tosses it into the trash before grabbing a hand towel and cleaning himself up. Jungkook turns around, leaning back against the counter. His shirt is rumpled, the lacy lingerie is sodden. His hair is a mess and he's not quite caught his breath yet. He looks incredible.
"I think those are ruined," Yoongi tells him, nodding towards his crotch. Jungkook laughs, high and breathy.
"Yeah. I think so."
Jungkook puts both hands on the thinnest part of lace and pulls, hard, until it tears. He chucks them into the trash too. Yoongi just stares.
"Shame. I liked those," he comments, finally.
He takes another hand towel, carefully getting Jungkook cleaned up too. Jungkook watches and smiles.
"I bought a ton of different ones to try on. I'm sure you'll find another pair you like."
"You trying to get me hard again?"
"Depends. Is it working?"
Yoongi grins, swatting Jungkook lightly with the towel. "I think I'll need a little more recovery time."
Jungkook leans in, grinning deviously as he whispers against Yoongi's ear. "I bought some thigh highs too."
Yoongi groans softly. "You're gonna fucking kill me."
Jungkook grins happily.
They get cleaned up as much as they can. Jungkook cleans off the plug and pockets it. They both give themselves a final once over before leaving. They both look a little fucked out still, but it's not too obvious. Hopefully.
Jimin spots them as soon as they walk back into the main bar, smirking knowingly. He shoots them an obvious wink but doesn't say anything more. Taehyung appears to figure out what's happened too, but he instead clears his throat and looks away awkwardly. Yoongi straightens his back, trying to rid himself of any bashfulness. He still has to work with Taehyung, and Yoongi doesn't wish to show any embarrassment in front of him. Any weakness.
"We've got shots," Jimin declares.
He beckons them over to the small table they're sat at, a tray of shots in front of them. He passes one to Jungkook and one to Yoongi. He and Taehyung take one too, and after a quick clinking of glass they all down them. It's tequila which is by no means Yoongi's favourite, but he still enjoys the low burn in his throat.
A new song starts up over the speakers. Jimin and Jungkook share a brief, wide eyed look. It's clearly a favourite of theirs.
"Lets dance," Jimin grins.
Taehyung follows him easily onto the busy dancefloor. Yoongi stays sitting, unaware that he's also meant to be participating in this until Jungkook's standing and huffing impatiently at him.
"Come on."
Yoongi arches an eyebrow. "Really?"
Jungkook looks fleetingly dismayed before his expression turns challenging. "Are you a bad dancer or something?"
Yoongi knows he's good at dancing. Probably not as good as Jungkook, but he's more than okay. It's just that he's far more used to dancing with some before fucking them, not after. Dancing in a club has always been the preamble to something else. He doesn't really dance for the fun of it.
However he's also not one to back away from a challenge.
Yoongi waves him off in the direction of the crowd before standing up. Jungkook's features soften into a delighted grin. Yoongi's stomach swoops happily at the sight.
In the few moments it's taken for them to reach the dancefloor, Jimin and Taehyung are already wrapped around each other, barely an inch between them as they move to the pulsing beat of the hiphop tune. Yoongi panics a little. Dancing so publicly with Jungkook suddenly seems like a bad idea.
"For fuck's sake, it's just a dance," Jungkook sighs. Despite trying to keep his expression indifferent, Jungkook's clearly seen through it. A worrying sign.
"But if people realise-"
"How would they realise? No offence, but you're just some unknown guy to everyone here. Why would anyone assume you work for Jeon Group?"
"But-"
"Anyway, everyone here is cool about this stuff. Jin doesn't have time for anyone who isn't."
Yoongi must be in some sort of haze still from his recent orgasm because he finds himself going along with Jungkook's words without any further persuasion. It's hard to say no, really, when Jungkook's arms are already around his shoulders, and Yoongi only has to reach out to feel the firm line of Jungkook's hips beneath his palms. Jungkook's taller than him, but not awkwardly so. Yoongi's used to it anyway; most guys often are a little taller than him.
"Hey, you're not bad," Jungkook grins cheekily as their bodies start moving together naturally to the thrumming beat of the music.
"Why would you assume I'm a bad dancer?"
Jungkook shrugs lightly. "You always seem to be working. Thought you'd maybe never been to a club before."
He's joking but it cuts just a little too. Makes Yoongi wonder if he really seems so dull to Jungkook. As if on cue, Yoongi's phone starts vibrating in his pocket with a call. Jungkook must feel it too, with the way his body is pressed so close to Yoongi's. He looks annoyed.
"Ignore it."
"Jungkook, I can't-"
His sentence is cut off when Jungkook leans in and covers Yoongi's mouth with his own. Yoongi goes to protest but instead finds himself kissing back. Jungkook's tongue meets his own within the heat of their mouths, setting up a slow, slick slide together. They're still dancing but their movements become lazier, more languid, to match the pace of their kiss rather than the song.
Yoongi's phone stops ringing. Mixed in amongst the enjoyment of the kiss is a new layer of anxiety. He works a lot on the weekends, but it's not often he gets actual calls on a Saturday night. Perhaps it was important. Yoongi tries to push the thought away and focus instead on the way Jungkook's body presses against his own, on the way he kisses so hot and passionate.
The small niggle of worry grows rapidly, however, when his phone starts ringing again. He knows that he can't ignore it this time.
"Sorry," he mutters against Jungkook's lips. He pulls away. "I've really got to take this."
Jungkook sighs but waves him off. Yoongi glances behind him as he walks towards the the outdoor seating area. Jungkook's breaking up Jimin and Taehyung's more intimate dancing, the three of them instead forming a small circle to all dance together. Yoongi swallows thickly and presses answer as he steps outside.
"Min?"
"Yes. What is it, Donghyun?"
"I just got a call from Vladivostok. There's some sort of problem with the paperwork on tonight's shipment. They're saying that it doesn't match the quantity of crates they've been asked to load. They're threatening to impound the lot."
"Christ. Can't anyone do their fucking jobs right?" Yoongi sighs.
The outdoor area is similarly dressed up in Arabic style. There are some hookah pipes dotted around, and lots of seating areas covered with an array of elegant cushions. Yoongi makes his way over to an empty space away from the chatter of the other people out here.
"I know," Donghyun agrees. "I was going to ring Dmitry, but wanted to check with you first if you think I should. He's not signed off fully on the new shipping rates yet and I don't want to screw that up."
"Call him," Yoongi agrees. "The funds won't transfer to his account until Monday morning. Be sure to tell him if this shipment is impounded or in any way linked back to Jeon Group, then the transfer will be cancelled. There's no shortage of companies we can use instead of his."
Yoongi hopes the threat works. There are of course plenty of other shipping companies, but they've worked with Dmitry and his company for years. They have an understanding about overcoming certain legalities in order to get the job done that it would be hard to find at another firm.
"Noted. If you don't hear anything else, assume it's gone okay and the funds can still transfer."
"Will do. Thanks."
Donghyun hangs up. Yoongi feels confident that he will take care of things. Donghyun may be an unbearable asshole at times, but he does his job well.
Yoongi reclines back on the cushioned seat, retrieving a packet of cigarettes from his pocket. He takes one out. Lights it up, enjoys that first long lungful of smoke. He exhales, watching the white tendrils that escape his lips into the night air. He supposes it's cold out, but there are so many heaters here that it feels almost tropical.
"Mind if I sit here?"
A guy stands in front of him. He looks vaguely familiar, but Yoongi couldn't say from where. Yoongi shrugs his agreement. The man is tall, lean. He slumps down onto the cushions near to Yoongi, laughing lightly to himself.
"I feel like I haven't stopped dancing all night. Crazy party."
"Yeah."
Yoongi's not really in the mood to indulge in conversation with strangers. The other guy doesn't seem to notice his reluctance to chat - or simply chooses to ignore it.
"You were at Jin's apartment last month," he says.
The comment startles Yoongi a little. He stares at the man properly and it jogs his memory. It's the guy who was shirtless at Seokjin's place, with the two girls drinking champagne off of him. Yoongi nods.
"How do you know Jin? I've never seen you around before."
"Friend of a friend."
"Cool. I know Jin from boarding school," the guy explains, even though Yoongi didn't actually ask. "He was a couple of years above me, but we were both in Drama club together."
"I see," Yoongi says, though he doesn't really care. The guy, again, doesn't notice his disinterest. Yoongi takes another long drag on his cigarette.
"I was so scared of him at first," he chuckles. I mean, the Kims have their reputation. But once I got to know Jin, I found out what a massive fucking dork he actually is. Did you know-"
Whatever piece of inane insight Yoongi was about to receive about a teenage Seokjin gets cut off.
"Finished your call I see."
Jungkook's gaze flickers between Yoongi and the stranger. Then he promptly sits down sideways on Yoongi's lap, ignoring the large space on the seating area that would have been perfectly fine instead. Yoongi tenses, unsure what to do. Jungkook takes the cigarette from him, taking a drag himself.
"Come back in and dance."
"Nice to see you too, Kook," the other man says, rolling his eyes, though he sounds amused rather than annoyed.
"Oh, hey Hoseok."
Jungkook smiles sweetly, though it looks rather forced. The man - Hoseok, it seems - just laughs.
"Jeez, chill out. We were just talking."
"About what?"
Hoseok laughs again. "Jealousy doesn't suit you. Anyway, I thought you were with that Jimin guy. Or is this like a three way thing?"
"That was one time," Jungkook sighs, irritated. "We're just friends."
An unpleasant sensation crawls though Yoongi, cold and disconcerting. Something happened with Jimin and Jungkook once? Yoongi doesn't know why he cares but- somehow, he does. He finds himself raising an arm and snaking it around Jungkook's waist, tugging him to sit more securely on his lap.
Hoseok lifts his hands in mock surrender. "An honest mistake. You just spend a lot of time together is all." He pauses, shrugs, turning to Yoongi. "I wasn't suggesting that Jimin and-"
"It's fine," Jungkook says, cutting him off.
Hoseok blinks in surprise but says no more about it.
"Sorry, I never actually introduced myself." Hoseok continues after a brief pause. "I'm Hobi. I don't know why Kook's being all weird and full naming me."
"Yoongi," he replies, shaking Hoseok's outstretched hand.
He feels Jungkook settle back a little more into his hold. He's fucking heavy on Yoongi's lap but it's manageable. Almost sort of nice.
"So how do you two know each other?" Hoseok asks.
"We met at a club," Jungkook tells him, deliberately vague.
"So romantic," Hoseok chuckles. "Though to be fair, that's how Jin and Namjoon met and look at them now. Still together after all these years."
"Oh, we're not-"
"Hobi!"
Yoongi's correction of Hoseok's assumption is interrupted by a girl in a fitted, deliberately sexy black dress who calls him over, waving frantically. Hoseok grins, eyes lighting up.
"I hate to be rude but-"
He doesn't even finish his sentence, simply stands up and gives them a quick wave goodbye. He picks the girl up once he reaches her, laughing at her playful shrieking as he flings her over his shoulder and carries her inside.
Silence settles over Yoongi and Jungkook. Jungkook shifts slightly on Yoongi's lap, twisting his head to face the elder. He puts the cigarette back between Yoongi's lips.
"Everything okay at work?"
Yoongi nods, taking a drag before holding it between his fingers. "It will be."
There's another pause.
"So, you and Jimin, huh?"
Jungkook looks oddly guilty. "We fucked, like, once. But it was ages ago. We work much better as friends."
Yoongi nods, not sure what to say. Why he's even brought it up. Jungkook chews on his lower lip.
"It was a long time ago. You don't have anything to worry about."
Yoongi feels like he should scoff. Say he's not worried, because why the fuck would he be? Instead he stays silent, bringing the cigarette to his lips one final time before stubbing it out in a nearby ashtray.
"What are you doing for the holidays?" Jungkook asks randomly. He seems to note Yoongi's confusion over the sudden change of topic and shrugs. "Taehyung's taking Jimin away after Christmas. Just thinking about it is all."
"Well, at New Years this dick who lives above me normally has some obnoxiously loud party. So probably getting take out and filing a noise complaint as usual."
Jungkook laughs brightly, nose scrunching as he realises Yoongi's talking about him.
"He sounds like a pretty awesome guy."
"No, he's definitely an asshole."
Jungkook keeps smiling. "What about Christmas?"
"Ah, probably going back to Daegu," he says, good mood fading slightly at the thought. "It should be fine. I mean, my mom's checked that I'm not bringing a guy back with me, so she's more than happy."
Jungkook grimaces in sympathy. "Urgh." A few seconds pass. "I should totally come back with you as a joke. Freak her out."
Yoongi laughs quietly, even though there's nothing particularly funny about his parents' continual lack of acceptance.
"No way," Yoongi eventually says. "I want to hear all about your brother's cooking."
Jungkook smiles warmly, looking pleased. Whether because Yoongi's remembered something Jungkook's told him, or whether he's indicated that they'll still be doing- whatever this is by Christmas, Yoongi isn't sure. He finds himself smiling back.
Jungkook dips his head down and Yoongi tilts his head up, their mouths finding each other easily. Yoongi can feel Jungkook still smiling as he licks at his lips, tongue slipping smoothly inside the younger's mouth. He keeps one arm around Jungkook as they kiss. The other settles on the side of his neck, keeping his head tilted just right in order to deepen the kiss. Jungkook makes a low, satisfied noise as he does so.
"Stay at mine tonight?" Yoongi murmurs against his lips when they eventually break apart enough. Something about tonight makes him not want to go home alone; or more accurately, not want to go home without Jungkook.
"Really?" Jungkook sighs, pulling back a little more. "Your place is so small."
He's grinning, full of mischief. He knows full well that Yoongi's apartment is larger than most people in Seoul could ever dream of. It's just not quite as large as Jungkook's, something the younger takes great delight in. Yoongi pinches him on the side, hard.
"But you don't have a coffee machine."
Jungkook rolls his eyes. "Fine. But I expect some first class fucking in return for my sacrifice."
Yoongi smirks. "Have you ever got anything less from me?"
Jungkook's eyes roll again, but he doesn't disagree. Instead he just dips his head, drawing Yoongi back into another kiss. It's long and slow and Yoongi's heart races a little faster from it.
Excited cheers sound from inside the bar. Yoongi breaks the kiss, gaze drawn through the glass windows into the packed room. Hoseok has climbed onto a table top with the girl from before, the two of them dancing dirtily as the crowd spurs them on. Yoongi spots Namjoon and Seokjin off to the side. Seokjin shakes his head, amused, and whispers something into Namjoon's ear.
"Jungkook," Yoongi begins, uncertain as to whether he should ask or not. He decides now is as good a time as any. It's been playing on his mind ever since he first met Seokjin. "The Kim family- I've heard people say before that they have links to the mafia. Is that true?"
Jungkook doesn't answer and it draws Yoongi's gaze back from the bar, and onto the younger. Jungkook frowns, watching Yoongi for a few moments before chuckling.
"I thought you were meant to be smart."
Now it's Yoongi's turn to frown. Jungkook laughs again.
"They don't have links to the mafia. The Kims are the mafia." He pauses, shrugs. "Well, in this city at least."
Yoongi's stomach drops. Everything suddenly feels a lot more dangerous. Being here. Knowing Seokjin. Knowing Jungkook. He'd said that Seokjin was a family friend; does that mean Jeon Group is involved with organised crime too? Yoongi knows he's dealt with some not entirely legal deals for the company, but he had no idea it might be related to the Kims.
A new song starts playing over the speakers. Jungkook breaks into a wide grin. "Fuck, I love this song. Come dance."
Jungkook stands up, extending a hand to Yoongi. Yoongi stares a moment before taking it. He knows it's dangerous. He knows this is even more of a bad idea than what he originally thought. But Jungkook tugs on his hand, pulling him towards the bar, and despite it all, Yoongi finds himself following.