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" Are you done packing, Jungkook-ah?" It was Seokjin who peeked into the room.
Jungkook barely nodded in response as he continued scrolling on his phone screen.
" Is something wrong? You don't have to accompany me, baby, if you don't want to," Seokjin said entering the room.
" I want to. And hyung promised me that he'll take me on dates with an s," he replied.
" Then why is this guy who's gonna go on dates with an s sulking here?"
" They are aiming for first class seats when I am aiming to own the airline," Jungkook spoke with newfound enthusiasm, his eyes never leaving the screen of his phone.
" Uh huh baby," Seokjin smiled, " again on hustle tiktok, now, are we?"
" Ungh," Jungkook groaned, closing his eyes and ruffling his hair for an additional effect, " this is what I tell myself every time I'm about to board in economy class."
Seokjin only laughed in response, making Jungkook glare at him with a pout forming on his petal lips.
" I really deserve to own a plane or two. I know it. I was supposed to be a rich person considering my tastes and preferences but last minute mishaps I guess," Jungkook whined.
Seokjin, who was earlier standing beside the door, paced towards him and then behind him. Clutching his cheeks in one hand, making his pout even more obvious, before bending over and planting a soft kiss on his lips.
" I love your lips more than I love you."
" Can't believe my lips are getting more praise than I've ever gotten. When we both know I'm the one having a praise kink," Jungkook said which made Seokjin double over in laughter.
" How many kisses would make my bro feel better?" Seokjin asked. Seriously.
" Fuck off. Why do you continue to call me that b word when we are in the middle of action?" Jungkook looked at him disgusted which made Seokjin laugh out some more.
" Babe? Is it better?"
" Yeah, thank you very much."
" Now get your ass moving if you wanna see your boyfriend modelling for Paris fashion week."
" You know why I dated you? I saw you modelling that one time with your eyes so fucking sharp and cruel like I wanted to jump on you right then and there," Jungkook cranes his neck back to meet Seokjin's eyes who only smirked at him.
" I wouldn't have minded it one bit. I swear," Seokjin answered, sitting beside Jungkook.
" But you know the plot twist? This motherfucker likes me on my hands and knees and turns me around every time he's on beast mode."
" I'm not gonna deny the allegations but I think we've also done it face to face, no? Or you just start to cry every time I dive into you," Seokjin laughed at his own statement which earned him a slap on his bicep.
They finally got up after a little more bickering to get ready for their flight to Paris.
" Hyung, how do you born rich?"
" I really have no idea, Jungkook."
" Give it a try. I'm trying to come up with an excuse for my very ordinary life."
" I think the babies come with a designated day and time. Like you had the stamp for September first 1997 and your parents decided to do the deed in January 1997..." Seokjin proposed with a grin on his face.
" Wait a minute… oh my god I'm having a realisation… oh my god."
" Wha- no hyung, don't you say it."
" IT WAS A NEW YEAR'S SEX!" Seokjin, for the second time that day, had his arms wrapped around his own stomach as he laughed and breathed intermittently.
" I'm going to break your fucking legs," Jungkook said headlocking Seokjin and jumping on his lap.
When he finally let Seokjin go his face was red and he was sweating.
" That was a loser move to sit on someone's lap. Negative two out of ten would never recommend-" and Jungkook kissed him on his lips to shut him up.
They were now at the airport. Their luggage bags trailing behind them as Seokjin pulled them with one hand. The other hand is loosely hanging around Jungkook's petite waist. Jungkook was still sulking.
" Can we try that baby boss thing? Tell the air hostess that we're the pilot's children and boom first class." Jungkook suddenly turned to face Seokjin. A little frown still on his lips.
" I guess we're too old to be leeching off of our hypothetical pilot father. Moreover if we kissed in the plane they're gonna think we're into incest or something," Seokjin joked which earned him weird glances from the passersby.
Jungkook looked at him with a tired expression on his face, he was clearly annoyed and Seokjin was not helping.
" Okay but I just know the thing to make you happy," Seokjin wiggled his eyebrows at him.
" No! we're not roleplaying in economy class."
" Oh that sounds great but I'm thinking of getting us into the mile high club," Seokjin announced with great enthusiasm, spreading his arms for an additional effect.
" Into what club?" Jungkook asked him, stopping in his tracks.
" Don't tell me that you don't know what the mile high club is," Jungkook kept looking at him clearly confused, " okay babe, don't look at me like that, search it on the internet."
Jungkook, in the midst of the shuffling crowd, fished out his phone from his jacket to search for the club he's never heard of before. His expression changed just as the search engine provided him with a definition for the searched word.
" Do not fucking tell me. Are you joking? Oh my god," Jungkook looked at him, bouncing on his feet excitedly, " I'm in Seokjin-ssi only if you pretend to own the fucking plane. I'd love to roleplay as a leech."
Seokjin looked at him with amusement in his eyes and a smirk playing on his lips. This is why he loves this brat. His ass is a close second but Jungkook doesn't need to know that.
" And maybe I'm thinking of fucking you face to face in the aircraft's washroom," Seokjin spoke in a silenced whisper right on his ear.
" Seokjin-ssi, I've been blessed to date a holy deity like you. Where do I have to bow to thank you for your act of generosity?" Jungkook sang the words a bit too dramatically.
" Finally! Finally, I'm going to see your predatory eyes as you break my back." Jungkook was now overly excited to get into an economy class. " But I really wanna get fucked face first into the cubicle too."
" Don't give me the bambi eyes-"
" Oh my god! hyung, look at what you're wearing. Why am I noticing this now? White dress shirt, royal blue slacks with dress shoes. Was this pilot and leech roleplay preplanned?" Jungkook inquired.
Seokjin looked down at himself and only then he registered this attire. He really was looking like a pilot if you have a wild imagination like Jungkook's.
" Coincidence." Seokjin spoke firmly.
" Nothing is 'coincidence'" Jungkook replied with one of his eyebrows elevated, trying very hard to copy that coincidence tik tok guy.
" You really need to limit your tik tok addiction."
" Setting rules, huh. Are you, Mr pilot?"
" We both know that this confidence wears off the moment I get serious about it."
They were now seated beside each other. Their seatbelts fastened. Jungkook had a window seat with a view to appreciate while Seokjin was going through his Instagram feed complaining about the new update.
" The plan starts just after the plane is up in the sky." Jungkook turned to look at him. " And keep holding my hand or I'm screaming and crying and throwing up."
" Using all of your holes on your head huh," Seokjin remarked.
" The ones down there are owned by a motherfucker, Seokjin-ssi." Jungkook batted his eyelashes in return and Seokjin only pecked him in response.
" That motherfucker is really lucky. I hope he's using them well."
" Oh he does. By the way hyung I literally just told you that we can't start before we're in the air. You never listen to me." Seokjin just kissed his knuckles in return to stop Jungkook from complaining.
They rested for the entire flight. But just before two hours of their landing Jungkook hurriedly fixed his hair and put on some lip gloss, seeing Seokjin was immersed in the game that he was playing.
" Um hi!" Seokjin looked up from his phone screen to meet Jungkook's eyes. The roleplay had started.
" Do you mind if we talk? I'm afraid of heights and the silence is not helping." Seokjin smirked thinking about how greatly Jungkook can pull off a role of a con artist.
" I would love that, Mr…,"
" Jungkook. Jungkook Jeon," Jungkook provided.
" I'm Seokjin Kim." Seokjin answered.
" So why are you headed to Paris, Mr Kim?" Jungkook knew Seokjin goes feral over this specific term.
" Meetings."
" Oh. What do you do?" Jungkook inquired and Seokjin took a minute to reply.
" I'm the owner of this airline, Mr Jeon." The statement had no reaction whatsoever from Seokjin's side but Jungkook straightened up a little after hearing that.
Jungkook gasped at that. Which sounded a little too real. Seokjin believes he should audition for some role because he can pull that off.
" That- that's good to hear. You are a very charming man Mr Kim. Your face looks expensive. I knew you were someone extraordinary the second I saw you." Jungkook started to play his role of a pick me.
" Ah, I get that often." Seokjin smirked at him.
" As you should. You're really the type to be with. Not gonna lie but you're attractive to me in more than one way." Jungkook batted his eyelashes at him while pushing his hips out. Smiling at the way Seokjin's eyes glued to his bottom.
" You yourself are a pretty thing to keep." Seokjin finally teared his eyes away from Jungkook's ass and looked up at him.
" Am I?" Jungkook interrogated while still moving around in the little seat making sure his curves stand out for the voyeurs to watch.
" You wanna know?" Seokjin took his face in his palm.
" Yes!" Jungkook whispered excitedly.
" How much?"
" I'd do anything to know how much you want to keep this pretty boy." A smirk was playing on his lips. He has always been into exhibitionism.
Seokjin looked at his entire form with blown out eyes doing a double take on his chest and then at his lips. He's going to ruin him for good later in the hotel.
" Meet me in the restroom in five minutes." And with that Seokjin got up from his seat and went in the general direction of the restrooms.
Jungkook after four minutes and two seconds got up from his seat and walked over to the restrooms. He knocked on the very last one and a hum came from inside indicating Seokjin's presence in it. He opened it and got inside.
Just as he did, one of Seokjin's hands got a firm hold of his waist while the other fumbled with the lock to turn it on.
" Ah, Mr Kim!" Jungkook whimpered into his ear and Seokjin went berserk.
With one swift motion he turned their positions. Now his back was against the cubicle door as he continued to force his tongue in Jungkook's mouth.
" You look good enough to eat. A sight to behold," Seokjin said in between the kisses as he pushed Jungkook into the nearby wall while towering over him.
The kisses got more and more wild with the time and at one point Jungkook had the hem of his sweater clutched tightly in between his teeth as Seokjin lapped and chewed on his nipples.
" You have a pretty chest, darling. I can't wait to paint it red and purple for you," Seokjin breathed on the shell of his ear. Which made Jungkook whine a little.
A sudden impact of a slap on his thigh made him look at the man in front of him, now rubbing at the place he just slapped.
" No noise, hmm. We don't want the people to know how ready you are to open your legs to anyone."
" N-no. You. Only you." Jungkook slurred the words. The sweater in his mouth made all the words sound vague.
" Oh yeah. Only for me. Then how about you get rid of your pants," Seokjin suggested but it sounded more like an order.
" Yes. Yes, Mr Kim," Jungkook replied hurriedly as he started to undone his belt and zipper.
Just as the pants hit the floor, one hand of Seokjin's trailed over the plump of his ass. The long and dented middle finger intruding into the crack of his ass.
Jungkook moaned in a hushed voice but as he did the sweater fell from his mouth.
Seokjin, just as he noticed, tsked at Jungkook. Stopping his hands from roaming around the bubble ass to show his disappointment.
" Drop this again and you'll be sporting a red ass for this week," he barked, his eyes blown out with pleasure but still pointed and sharp, " Am I clear darling?"
Jungkook nodded at him which seemed to satisfy Seokjin as he continued to fondle his ass with one hand while keeping him pinned on the wall with the other.
Seokjin parted his ass cheeks to feel his puckering hole and Jungkook shivered as he did. Seokjin smirked at the reaction and kissed one of his nipples to send waves of pleasure running in his body.
After feeling the other's ass to his heart's content he removed his hands from Jungkook's body which made the other one sob a little. Seokjin just casted a warning glare towards him which made Jungkook gulp visibly.
He fished a travel sized packet of lube from his pants and got some on his fingers. He applied the cold lubricant on the already hot and fondled asshole. Jungkook winced at the contact and blinked hurriedly to watch Seokjin's face through his tears as the other continued to rim the edge of his asshole.
Seokjin kept his heavy gaze right on Jungkook's face. Noticing every single one of his reactions and smirking to himself. Jungkook was a sight for sore eyes but when he's being fucked he becomes even more beautiful. A secret to keep from the world. And Seokjin is thankful for being his first.
Seokjin pushed one of his fingers into his asshole. Moving the finger around to feel his walls pleasuring the one at his mercy.
" You looked even more pretty with fingers up your asshole." Jungkook shuddered at the comment.
" I'd love to keep you by my side, bending you over any steady surface to fuck the daylights out of you huh."
Seokjin, then pushed another and then another finger in him. Jungkook's eyes rolled back to his head at the sudden intrusion after mild fucking with a single finger.
Seokjin attacked his nipple with his other hand and continued to twist and squeeze it which made him shiver in pleasure.
" Hold your sweater with your hand. Above your chest darling," Seokjin ordered with a sweet smile playing on his lips.
Jungkook grabbed the hem of his sweater with both of his hands as he held it above his chest. Leaving his perked nipples out in the cold air and at the mercy of Seokjin.
" Yes, like that. See you can be obedient if you want to," Seokjin spoke to him in a heavy tone which made Jungkook moan.
" Now if you keep whining like a bitch it wouldn't be good for you," Seokjin spat coldly. The sudden change in expression turned him on even more as tears started to form in his eyes, " open your fucking mouth."
Just as Jungkook's mouth went slack, three of Seokjin's hyper-mobile fingers entered his wet cavity. The double jointed fingers remained as a grounding weight on his tongue.
Jungkook just as he felt the weight of Seokjin's fingers on his tongue started to lap around them.
He felt a sharp pain just as Seokjin slapped one of his nipples. The pain was burning but Seokjin's stern expression made him forget about it.
" Did I say that you can fucking move your tongue?" Seokjin questioned moving closer to him.
He moved his head from side to side to answer him. Seokjin looked at him angrily for a while before continuing fingering his hole. His fingers back in his mouth, now fucking his mouth steadily.
With constant pleasure from Seokjin's experienced fingers in both of his holes Jungkook was very close to his orgasm. He felt his stomach coil with a feeling not too foreign to him. He let go of his sweater and descended the now free hand towards his erected dick.
Just as he was about to provide any sensation to his front Seokjin slapped him right across his face with his hand covered in Jungkook's spit.
" Uh huh, what do you think you're doing darling?" Seokjin spoke sternly, stopping all of his movements, "What an ungrateful person you are. Here I'm pleasuring you with both of my hands and you still want more. Such a greedy little bitch." Jungkook cried at the demeaning words spat out toward him but continues to say little sorrys for Seokjin to start moving his hands.
" I think I should leave you here alone to do it yourself," Jungkook shook his head in horror, whimpering with every breath that he took.
Seeing this ,Seokjin's leisure hand, the one with Jungkook's spit on it cradled his face in it. Seokjin looked at him intensely for a minute before fucking Jungkook's asshole intensely.
With heightened senses and pleasure hazing his brain Jungkook came with a cry. Tears streaming down his face, making his eyes red and eyelashes stick together.
A beautiful sight of the prettiest boy.
Seokjin held him close to himself, kissing the side of his neck while calling him all the pretty words with the same mouth with which he spat profanities just a moment before.
He cleaned Jungkook with utmost care and protection with a single handkerchief he retrieved from his pocket.
After setting Jungkook's pants in place and giving him a couple of kisses on his eyes and nose and lips they went out of the tiny space which they used to its full potential.
Just as they left the cubicle they met with two girls who looked at them with blush high on their cheeks. None of them said a single word but those girls were too stunned to speak.
" This is why I hate economy class!" Jungkook whisper shouted behind Seokjin.
Jungkook avoided their gazes and went straight to wash his face to remove any sign of tears and spit. Seokjin too washed his hands in the sink. Just as the girls left them alone Seokjin slapped Jungkook's ass another time for good measure.
" Don't think I'm done with you pretty boy. We'll continue this tonight in the hotel." Seokjin looked into Jungkook's eyes through the mirror.
" You have your show tomorrow," Jungkook spoke in a hoarse voice.
" I'd love to see my boyfriend limping on my grand day." With that being said Seokjin left Jungkook and walked towards their seats.
When Jungkook sat again with him in his seat Seokjin kissed him on his lips.
" You know what, we're going to have protected sex on every special occasion," Seokjin said seriously while looking at Jungkook.
Jungkook only made a confused noise in return.
" So our kids don't have to explain to others that their parents were really excited about that one Christmas or birthday or NEW YEAR."
Seokjin's booming laugh followed by the sentence gained the attention of almost everyone in their vicinity.
" You're not fucking me tonight or tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Fucking asshole."