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i keep on askin'
remindin'
it's just a one night standin'
(it's not love. don't get it twisted.)
whenever he gets breaks or a free moment in his schedule, jungkook looks down at his phone and thinks about responding to the many texts that flooded in. some of them are from sasaengs (he makes a mental note to change his number for the sixth time this week), one of them is from eunwoo that's yo wanna league tonight @ 7pm?, one is from yugyeom that's just no i'm not going to download genshin impact just for the feet, what the fuck kook? and one's from an unlisted number.
he knows immediately who the number is; it never fails to make his heart flip flop because he just knows the style of writing -
it's min yoongi. asking if he can meet him a few blocks away in a little bit because he misses him and -
when yoongi texts him, it's at this that he seeks comfort from jungkook. and jungkook can really only smile and offer his support; no matter what it is. he clicks the lock button a few times out of habit, fiddling with the phone before unlocking it and typing out yeah sure, be there in a few.
he pulls up his schedule while chewing on the inside of his lip, before asking his manager if he can move his hair appointment to tomorrow evening instead. he makes up some excuse about being tired; and just wanting to go back to the dorm to play league with some friends in lieu of being social. he hates lying to his manager, of all people, but he's an idol after all.
in this industry, he thinks bitterly, you have to do things you're not really proud of.
lying was just another thing to add to the "not proud" list.
--
he waits until his manager's left for the night before sneaking out and meeting with yoongi an hour later, climbing into the other's car and looking at him. jungkook studies the male in front of him; really taking in his appearance
he's got the same bleach blond hair, maybe a little bit more roots. looks a little more tired. the same hands, the same rings, just -
yoongi leans across the seat and kisses him hard and deep
(just the way jungkook secretly likes it)
to get him to snap out of his thoughts.
they drive in silence to some hotel, where the counter girl running it luckily has no idea who they are. yoongi slides some cash across the counter and just gives her a smile as a thank you as she passes the key across in response.
as soon as the door's closed, yoongi shoves jungkook to the bed, climbing on top of him and kissing him hungrily again.
clothes are shed left and right with messy precision, and soon jungkook's biting back whimpers in yoongi's neck as he's fucked roughly and messily
(just the way jungkook secretly likes it)
running hands all over his body and whispering, mouthing against his skin and biting, sucking bruises and reminders into his flesh. hands grip onto hips and hair, tugging and really reminding each other of what's happening. yoongi wants to make his mark on jungkook in his own way.
it's fast, it's sloppy, and it's far from romantic: but it's exactly what both of them need.
jungkook looks into yoongi's eyes as he rides him to his completion; really studies him. and fuck - he doesn't want to fall in love
(he can't fall in love. jungkook's an idol. yoongi's an underground producer/rapper. it's not going to work, especially with the way music's becoming so saturated and cutthroat.)
but he's already been long capitivated from the first moment yoongi smiled at him.
yoongi grins dangerously and thrusts up into him while biting his neck, whispering "come on, come for me" against his skin, licking a stripe up to his jawbone.
jungkook shudders and comes hard against yoongi's stomach and chest; yoongi shuddering and coming almost immediately after him inside jungkook with a breathy "oh fuck" against jungkook's hot skin.
they stay tangled together for a few moments, before yoongi's putting two hands on jungkook's hips and rubbing them gently. "you gotta get off me now, kook. you're too heavy to sit on me when i'm soft."
"but i'm comfy," jungkook whines, nuzzling into yoongi's neck, before going to move anyways. yoongi carefully manuevers him onto the clean side of the bed, getting up and going to where their pile of clothes are. he pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket, unwrapping it and tearing it open, tapping it, taking one out and lighting it. he offers one to jungkook, who shakes his head.
jungkook watches yoongi sitting crosslegged on the end of the bed, cigarette in one hand and phone in the other. the room smells of sex, sweat, and the warmth that jungkook's been craving. he wills himself to keep his eyes open to stare at yoongi in the moonlight peeping through the window, and decides to ask the Big Dreaded Question:
"what does all this mean? i mean...this. us. what do we mean?"
and yoongi knows this is the Big Dreaded Question; the one both of them swore they would never bring up; had promised they would never bring up.
"this?"
"yeah. like-"
"it's just a thing. these are just one night stands." it's out before yoongi can really formulate a nicer response, and jungkook visibly winces like he's been slapped or punched.
"oh. okay," comes the response, and the fucking look he gives yoongi almost has the older male apologizing right on the spot for his response; or at least phrasing it a little nicer. "because, um,"
"listen. jungkook, if you're going to say 'i love you'...don't. it's not love, okay? you're still young; you wouldn't know what love actually is."
"fuck you, yoongi, i do know what love actually is. i know that," jungkook whispers; and it's so thick that yoongi almost drops his facade and wants to tell him that it does mean more, that it can mean more
(he's got savings in the bank - he can just quit his producer gig and they can go somewhere private and figure this complicated shit out), and-
jungkook wraps arms around yoongi and puts his forehead on his back, tatooed hands caressing pale skin slowly; deliberately. "just. don't mind my company? please. please just for a little while longer."
yoongi knows he can never truly say no to jungkook; and this repeats the long and vicious cycle of fucking-and-smoking. and in the moonlight spilling from the half drawn blinds, jungkook can actually pretend that yoongi's holding back pants of arousal
(lies, he knows they're sobs.)
and yoongi can pretend that sweat's dripped from jungkook's face
(lies, he knows they're tears).
--
yoongi's nice enough to drive him back to the dorms, even though jungkook protests that he can take a taxi back. once he gets back inside he's flinging his phone down the hallway as hard as he can, kicking his shoes off and immediately going into his room to flop down on the bed and scream into his pillow.
fuck, he really should've just stayed in tonight.