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It was normal thursday, just one more day and finally weekend. Jungkook was sitting in his last class not paying attention to what teacher was saying. He had better things to do, like waiting for class to finally end so he could go pee. At it just started. He was sitting slumped by his desk and doodling, occasionally glancing at certain classmate sitting by window.

Min Yoongi. 

Jungkook was crushing on him since first day of high school. He was calm, quiet and collected guy. He was also handsome. Everything men need to become Jungkook's boyfriend.

Jungkook was admiring the way light shone on his back and his mint hair to distract his brain from his strong urge to urinate, when Yoongi suddenly raised his arm declaring that he's going to the bathroom.

Profesor didn't even bat an eye still rambling about stock market crash of 1929. Jungkook let out soft groan as he watched Yoongi walk out of class, his plump ass moving perfectly with every step. As soon as doors closed Jungkook came back to doodling at last page of his notebook.

Jungkook crossed his arms, slumping back in the chair. He glanced at clock. It's been around six minutes since Yoongi left and Jungkook's patience was starting to run dry. He had to resist the urge to get up and see what was taking Yoongi so long, knowing it would be better to just wait. He tapped his fingers against his arm impatiently, his foot bouncing up and down beneath the desk.  "How long does it even take to use the damn bathroom.." he muttered under his breath, glaring at the door.

Jungkook shifted in the chair, his thighs clenched. His bladder felt like it was about to burst and he didn't want to risk wetting himself in class. He quickly glanced around, before standing up. "I'm going to pee," he mumbled out before walking out of the class.

He quickly walked down the hallway and pushed open the door leading to men's bathroom. He halted immediately as he heard moans. And it's not like he ever had a chance to hear his crush moan, but he would recognise Yoongi's voice everywhere.

He froze for a few seconds, feeling conflicted. His cheeks began to burn in embarassment. Was Yoongi with someone in there? Should he interrupt?

Curiosity got the better of him and he cautiously took a step closer. He could hear the moans clearly now and they made his entire face heat up, ears burning. He leaned against the door, his knees feeling weak.

He couldn't help but listen in, he bit his lip as a quiet moan escaped it. His imagination already starting to get the better of him. But he shouldn't listen to them like this. Even if it was incredibly hot hearing Yoongi moan.

He felt his jeans get tighter as his breathing quickened. The urge to walk in and see for himself was becoming almost too much to handle.

He clenched his fist, trying to remind himself again that this was wrong.

He leaned his forehead against the cool stall door as he felt his own breathing getting rougher. He could feel himself getting desperate. He leaned over and peeked through the crack.

He felt his breath get stuck in his throat, his heart pounded faster. His cheeks flushed deeply at the sight on the other side. He couldn't look away.

Yoongi sat on the closed toilet lid, his pants and underwear were tugged down to his ankles as his head rolled back. His hand gripped the edge of the lid tightly, his knuckles turning white. His mouth was hung open, moans and gasps slipping through. His eyes were squeezed shut, eyelashes fluttering as he continued to move pen inside his vagina.

Jungkook watched with his mouth hung open, his eyes wide. He clenched his fist against the door, trying to resist his urge to barge in.

The sight of Yoongi, breathing hard and moaning, was sending his mind in overdrive. He was desperate to turn the door handle and walk in, but he held himself back. He couldn't do that to his classmate.

Jungkook watched with his mouth hung open, his eyes wide. He clenched his fist against the door, trying to resist his urge to barge in.

The sounds Yoongi made was driving him crazy as he gripped tighter onto the door, his knuckles turning white. How was he supposed to go back to class and pretend he didn't see a thing?

He continued to watch for another moment, his breath getting shaky. His eyes scanned over Yoongi's figure, taking in every detail.

His eyes traveled down, lingering on Yoongi's bare thighs, his breath catching in his chest. He bit his lip hard, trying to contain a moan of his own. He was a bit too late because a raspy moan still escaped his lips.

His face burned in embarrassment, he immediately clenched his hand over his mouth. He didn't even realise the sound had slipped out. He quickly pressed himself against the stall door, praying Yoongi didn't hear him.

He was getting more and more desperate, the ache between his thighs was hard to ignore. The sight of Yoongi was imprinted in his mind and it was all he could think about.

He couldn't take it anymore. As much a he told himself to not, he had to see Yoongi.

A sudden burst of confidence came over him as he gripped the door handle. He took in a shuddered breath, his heart pounded in his chest as he turned the handle and stepped in.

He tried to keep his breathing steady as his eyes immediately locked on Yoongi's face. He was so beautiful and seeing him in such a vulnerable state made Jungkook's breath hitch.

His grip on the door handle tightened, his knuckles white as he gulped nervously.

His eyes immediately turning to look at Yoongi's crotch, his eyes widening in surprise. His cheeks flushed deeper. He was frozen in place, his mind racing as he tried to process what he was seeing. The sight of Yoongi, half naked, masturbating on a toilet seat was even more overwhelming up close.

He watched for a few more seconds, his mouth still agar before he felt himself snap and his legs carried him forward.

He dropped down on his knees, his face only inches from Yoongi.

His eyes scanned all across Yoongi's body, taking in every detail. He couldn't stop staring, he felt almost hypnotised. "Yoong..." He murmured, his voice laced with arousal.

The sound of his name leaving Jungkook's lips made a shiver run down Yoongi's spine.

Yoongi opened his eyes a bit, his movements coming to a halt as he stared down at Jungkook. His cheeks flushed in surprise, staring at the boy between his spread legs.

He tried to gather his thoughts, but they kept getting tangled as he took in the sight.

Jungkook licked his lips, his breathing getting heavier. He couldn't look away from Yoongi, staring at him with pure desire. He was fully aware of his position, kneeling between his thighs, but he couldn't find it in himself to care.

He lifted his shaky fingers, gently placing them on Yoongi's thighs. He couldn't help the needy moan that slipped past his lips as he felt the skin beneath his fingers.

His touch made Yoongi shudder, a soft moan slipped past his own lips, his eyes fluttered shut.

The sight of Yoongi like this, reacting to his touch was driving Jungkook insane. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, seeking any form of friction.

He squeezed Yoongi's thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh. The desire and desperation within him only grew stronger as he watched Yoongi's reactions.

He leaned closer, his face now dangerously close to Yoongi's. "Hyung..." He breathed out, his voice husky and strained.

Yoongi let out hoarse whimper, his pussy clenching tightly around the pen.

The sound sent a jolt through Jungkook, his breath hitched. He squeezed Yoongi's thighs rougher, his nails digging in slightly. His eyes fixated on Yoongi's face, watching his expressions closely.

He could see the pleasure and desperation in Yoongi's features, and it only fueled his own yearning. "Fuck..." He muttered under his breath, his grip on Yoongi's thighs almost bordering on possessive.

He leaned forward even more, his face inches away from Yoongi's. He could feel the other's breath fanning against his lips, their shallow gasps intermingling. "Hyung... I... Can I..." He whispered, his words choppy and strained.

Yoongi opened his eyes meeting Jungkook's hungry gaze. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he responded, voice husky and breathless. "Jungkook...what do you want?" He asked, though the answer was clear from Jungkook's expression.

Jungkook's grip tightened further on Yoongi's thighs, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt desperate, his body almost aching for release. "Hyung..." He whispered, his lips brushing against the other's as he spoke. "I...want you."

The admission sent a shiver down Yoongi's spine, his body responded automatically. His hips grinded down against the seat seeking relief on their own. "Kookie..." He moaned, the nickname slipping out.

Hearing his nickname from Yoongi's lips, especially in such a breathless state, made something within Jungkook snap.

He clenched his jaw, his eyes darkening with possessiveness. He leaned closer, his next words barely above a growl. "Hyung... I can't take this anymore." He whispered huskily, his voice dripping with arousal.

Yoongi's body shuddered at Jungkook's tone, a breathy whine escaping his lips. His hips jerked forward, seeking more of the other. Few drops of slick dripped down his folds and into the toilet.

Jungkook noticed the wetness, his pupils dilated and his breathing hitched. His eyes flicked down to between Yoongi's legs, the sight making arousal pool in his lower abdomen.

He gripped Yoongi's thighs tightly, his nails biting into the skin. His voice was husky, filled with desperation. "Hyung... you're making me crazy."

Yoongi's entire body trembled at the words, a mix of arousal and shame coursed through him. Hearing Jungkook speak like that only amplified his desperation. He clenched around the pen involuntarily, his moans turning louder. He tried to gather his thoughts, but he could barely form coherent words."Kookie...please." He gasped out, his voice pleading.

Those words were the last straw for Jungkook, he was already at his breaking point. The pleading note in Yoongi's voice sent a jolt through him and he snapped. "Fuck." He gritted out, his voice strained. He needed Yoongi, he'd go insane if he didn't touch him.

He couldn't hold back any longer, he gave in to his desire. With a swift movement, he pulled the pen from Yoongi, tossing it to the side.

The sudden emptiness made Yoongi whine, his hips lifted in a silent plea.

Jungkook's eyes darkened even more as he looked at Yoongi, completely vulnerable and needy. He was perfect and Jungkook was aching to touch, taste, own.

He kept muttering under his breath, his grip on Yoongi's thighs almost bruising. His voice was strained with need, husky and rough. "Hyung...you're so beautiful like this. So needy."

The praise only heightened Yoongi's arousal, his hips jerked forward involuntarily. A breathy moan escaped his lips, the heat in his abdomen burning hotter.

He needed more, he needed Jungkook to touch him, to fill him. His eyes pleaded, his voice husky and needy. "Kookie...please. Please touch me." He gasped out.

Hearing Yoongi beg for him was almost too much for Jungkook. His mind clouded with desire, he was putty in Yoongi's hands.

He clenched his jaw, his pupils dilated almost completely black. "You have no idea what you're doing to me," he spoke, his tone dripping with need. Without warning, his grip on Yoongi's thighs tightened as he pulled him closer, closer enough that Yoongi ended up straddling his lap.

Yoongi's breath hitched as he was pulled forward, the new position causing him to grind down on Jungkook's lap. He could feel the hardness beneath him, it made him moan and shiver involuntarily.

He gripped onto Jungkook's shoulders for support, his nails digging into the fabric of his shirt.

Yoongi gasped at the sudden movement, his chest heaving heavily. But he had no complaints, being in this position only satisfied his desire more. He draped his arms around Jungkook's neck, their faces inches apart. His voice was needy and breathless, "Kookie...please...I need you."

The way Yoongi whined for him, calling his nickname in such a state of neediness was unraveling Jungkook. He gripped Yoongi's hip tightly with one hand, the other one going up to grip his jaw.

He stared into Yoongi's eyes, his voice husky and gruff. "You want me, hyung? You want me to touch you?" He asked, his tone demanding, almost predatory.

Yoongi let out soft moan as he shifted. He grabbed Jungkook's shirt, feeling hard bulge under the material. "What is..?"

Jungkook felt his breath catch in his throat when Yoongi touched his bulge, his hips jerked forward slightly. He clenched his jaw, his tone getting rougher. "What do you think it is?" He asked gruffly, his thumb brushing against Yoongi's parted lips.

Yoongi bit his lip as he pressed his palm harder against the bump on Jungkook's stomach.

A strangled groan slipped past Jungkook's lips at the pressure, his eyes darkened further. He clenched his thighs tightly, trying to maintain his composure and not wet himself.

Yoongi's eyes widened as he felt Jungkook clench his thighs. His eyes widened in realization. "Hyung do you... need to pee?"

A flush spread across Jungkook' face, embarrassment mixed with arousal running through him. He groaned softly, his grip on Yoongi's hip tightened.  "God... yes," he admitted, voice husky and strained.

Yoongi bit his lip, feeling a thrill coursing through him at Jungkook’s confession. He shifted closer, his thighs pressing against Jungkook’s tightly clenched ones. He murmured, his voice a mix of curiosity and teasing, "You're having trouble holding it in?"

Jungkook gritted his teeth, his cheeks flushed even more at Yoongi's words. He looked a bit frustrated, the desperation written all over his face. "Shut up," he hissed out. "You have no idea how hard it is to stay calm with you sitting in my lap like this."

Yoongi chuckled softly, but his expression was filled with teasing amusement. He leaned a bit closer, his lips brushing against Jungkook's ear. "I wonder," he whispered, voice low and husky, "How full you are."

Jungkook stifled a moan at Yoongi's words, his hips bucking involuntarily. The implication made his arousal spike. He gripped Yoongi's hip tightly, fingers nearly biting into the skin. "Hyung... don't tease," he rasped out, voice strained and desperate.

But Yoongi couldn't resist, seeing Jungkook like this was too good. His own arousal was aching, but seeing Jungkook squirm was an intoxicating power rush. He pulled back slightly, looking into Jungkook’s eyes. "You look like you're seconds away from bursting," he murmured, his hand shifting to rest on Jungkook's lower abdomen.

Jungkook clenched his jaw, trying to hold back a moan as Yoongi's words washed over him. His abdominal muscles twitched under Yoongi's hand, a slight dampness starting to pool in his underwear. "Hyung...please," he moaned, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't hold on much longer."

Yoongi bit his lip, arousal flared up in him at Jungkook's pleading tone. he gently brushed his fingers over the damp spot, barely applying any pressure. "How much can you hold, Kookie?" He teased, his voice dripping with mischief.

Jungkook groaned, his grip on Yoongi's hip tightened, almost desperate. His hips jerked forward, seeking more of Yoongi's touch. "Hyung... you're gonna make me leak," he managed to grit out, his voice a needy whine.

Yoongi let out faint hum as he got off Jungkook's lap. He lied down, his stomach pressed against cold tiles. He gripped his buttocks, tilting them apart.

As soon as Yoongi removed himself from his lap, Jungkook let out a sound halfway between a whine and a groan, his hands gripping empty air. The neediness inside him amplified but his momentary confusion at the action.

And then Yoongi's actions registered, and Jungkook's head whipped towards his lying form. His eyes widened slightly, mouth dropped open as his gaze fixated on Yoongi's position. "Hyung..." he whispered, voice catching in his throat.

Yoongi looked over his shoulder at Jungkook, his cheeks flushed but his expression was almost challenging. "Well?" He murmured, a teasing note in his voice. "What are you waiting for?"

Jungkook was frozen for a moment, the sight in front of him was more alluring than any other. He gulped, his brain slowly catching up to the situation."Are you...are you sure?" He rasped out.

Yoongi scoffed slightly, rolling his eyes. He had waited long enough and he was becoming impatient. "You're really asking me that question?" He snarked, his tone laced with irritation. "Just hurry up."

At Yoongi's stern tone, Jungkook snapped out of his momentary stupor. He was feeling impatient too, his desperation was clawing at him.

He quickly repositioned himself behind Yoongi, his hands going to the latter's hips. He took a moment to take in the sight in front of him again, the way it was almost too much to handle. "God, hyung.." he groaned, voice low and husky.

Yoongi shivered eagerly as he felt Jungkook's hands grip his hips, their presence was grounding and reassured him that they were really doing this. He couldn't help but tease, even in this situation. "Is there something you like, Kookie?" He asked, voice laced with mock innocence, although they both knew he was anything but.

A low growl rumbled in Jungkook's chest at Yoongi's taunting. The way his name, or his nickname, rolled off Yoongi's tongue sent goosebumps breaking out across his skin. "Shut up," he practically snarled, tightening his grip on Yoongi's hips almost possessively. "You know what I like."

The possessiveness in Jungkook's tone sent a jolt through Yoongi. He arched his back slightly, pressing his ass against Jungkook deliberately. His own arousal was aching, his patience wearing thin. "Piss on me."

Yoongi's straightforward demand was like a flame ignited inside Jungkook. His brain short circuited for a moment, his body responding before his mind could catch up. He pressed himself against Yoongi completely, his chest touching their hyung's back. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Yoongi's ear. "You're going to regret that, hyung," he murmured, voice dangerously low and husky.

The husky tone went straight to Yoongi's lower abdomen, his hips squirmed slightly against Jungkook. He shivered at the sensation, his heartbeat fluttering wildly. "I'm gonna come back home right after we are done. And I'm gonna be lying awake at night in bed, touching myself. And memories of what we're doing here now is gonna make my vagina leaking wet everytime I'm gonna remember that."

Jungkook moaned lowly, the mental image Yoongi painted sent his already frayed control almost snapping. His fingers gripped Yoongi's hips tighter as he tried to steady himself. His breath was coming out in uneven puffs, brushing against Yoongi's ear. "You're being... incredibly filthy," he rasped out, voice dripping with arousal and slight awe.

Yoongi hummed, a smug smirk playing on his lips. He knew he was affecting Jungkook, and he enjoyed it. He pushed back against Jungkook's bulge, teasing. "I know," he replied, voice laced with mischief, "But you like it."

A groan escaped Jungkook's lips, his hips twitching against Yoongi at the action. He clenched his jaw, fingers digging into the soft flesh of Yoongi's hips. "You're gonna be the death of me," he muttered, voice strained. "You know how much I've been holding in?"

Jungkook's words brought a thrill through Yoongi, his smirk widened. His cunt was pulsing, slick dripping down his thighs. "Oh, trust me," he replied, voice dripping with cocky arrogance, "I have a pretty good idea."

The cocky arrogance in Yoongi's tone sent a rush through Jungkook, and not just towards his groin, but also made him want to wipe that smug grin off his face. He shifted, his chest no longer pressed against Yoongi's back. He clenched his jaw, his body was practically vibrating with restraint. "Cocky little...prick," he muttered, trying to hide the arousal in his voice.

Yoongi scoffed, arching an eyebrow at the name-calling. But he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on. "And yet, you're the one practically leaking in your pants." He retorted, voice laced with tease.

Jungkook groaned, feeling a shudder run up his spine at Yoongi's words. It was true, his underwear was already damp. "Jesus," he muttered, his voice strained. He clenched his jaw, trying to keep himself together. "You're playing a dangerous game here, hyung."

Yoongi arched his back, his anus twitching and clenching around empty air.

Jungkook cursed under his breath at the sight in front of him, his grip tightened on Yoongi's hips. His fingers dug into the soft flesh as if they were trying to ground himself. "God..look at you," he grit out, voice low and husky. His control was slipping.

Yoongi let out a faint moan at the possessive grip on his hips, the slight roughness ignited something within him. He was starting to get impatient, he needed release. "Kookie," he whined, his voice dripping with need. "Hurry up."

Jungkook's self-control was hanging by a thin thread, Yoongi's needy whinning sending it teetering on the edge. He could resist those pretty sounds. His grip tightened further as he leaned down, his lips brushing against Yoongi's ear again. "Needy," he murmured, voice dripping with arousal. "Cocky one minute, pleading the next."

Yoongi let out bitter scoff. He slid his finger into his pussy. Slippery sound filling small stall as they slid in with ease. "Ah.."

Jungkook's eyes darkened at the sight in front of him, his fingers twitching on Yoongi's hips. His control was slipping further, teetering ever so closer to its breaking point.

The noise that escaped Yoongi's lips was a mix of satisfaction and provocation, and Jungkook couldn't resist. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Yoongi's earlobe once more. "Such a tease," he whispered, his voice laced with a husky growl.

Yoongi shuddered at Jungkook's words, the husky growl sent a thrill through him. His fingers gripped the edge of the toilet seat, feeling overwhelmed. "Shut up," he muttered, trying to sound arrogant but his voice trembled. "You're enjoying the show anyway."

Jungkook chuckled darkly, loving the way Yoongi's confidence was cracking at the seems. He nipped at Yoongi's earlobe teasingly. "Oh, I definitely am," he murmured, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. His grip on Yoongi's hips shifted, getting rougher. "But you're being awfully mouthy for someone in your position."

Yoongi's eyelids fluttered as he felt Jungkook's teeth on his ear. "Piss on me."

Jungkook's eyebrows hiked up at the unexpected request, his surprise quickly shifting into arousal. He leaned back a bit, eyes raking over Yoongi's flushed form. "You really are out of control, aren't you?" he remarked, voice husky. His fingers flexed on Yoongi's hips. "You really want that?" he asked, making sure Yoongi was serious.

Yoongi looked at Jungkook defiantly, his eyes challenging. He leaned back against the toilet, his chest rising and falling with his labored breath. "Don't pretend like you don't want to," he replied, voice laced with tease. "Come on, Jungkook. Shut me up."

Jungkook felt a low, husky growl rumble in his chest. Yoongi's defiance, paired with the tease in his voice, was pushing him closer and closer to his breaking point. "You're playing with fire, hyung," he murmured, his voice dropping dangerously low. He gripped the back of Yoongi's neck, firmly tilting the latter's head back a bit. "You want me to shut you up, hm?"

Yoongi's breath hitched as Jungkook gripped his neck, the strong hand on his neck made him feel small in the best way possible. He let out a soft moan, staring up at Jungkook with a challenging glare. "If it means you will finally shut up," he retorted half-heartedly, a slight waver in his voice betraying his composure.

That cocky attitude of Yoongi's should have irritated Jungkook, but it only aroused him more. His eyes darkened, his grip on Yoongi's neck tightened slightly. "God, you're impossible," he muttered, his voice dripping with arousal. He leaned forward, his face inches from Yoongi's. "But you were right about one thing," he murmured, his voice a husky growl. "I do want to shut you up."

Whatever sassy retort Yoongi was about to say was cut off by a choked moan. The roughness in Jungkook's voice and the possessiveness in his grip sent a shiver through him. He tried to compose himself, keeping his face defiant.

The audacity in Yoongi's tone, paired with the words that left his mouth, almost made Jungkook snap. He clenched his jaw, his grip on Yoongi's neck tightening further.

"Careful, hyung," he murmured, his voice dripping with arousal and warning. His eyes scanned Yoongi's face, taking in the flushed cheeks and parted lips. The sight made his self-control waver, hanging by a thread. "You're playing a very dangerous game," he added, voice husky.

Yoongi's breath stammered at Jungkook's words, the warning laced arousal in his tone making his body shiver. He wanted to push further, to push until Jungkook lost control. Something about the idea sent a thrilled through him. He let out a taunting chuckle, a cocky smirk on his lips. "What are you gonna do? Piss yourself?" He teased, his voice laced with snark.

There it was. That cocky arrogance dripped off Yoongi's tone, and Jungkook's control finally snapped. His fingers gripped Yoongi's neck tighter, his eyes darkened a few shades darker. "Oh, you're playing with fire, Yoongi." He growled out, his voice a husky, warning rumble. You see, Jungkook wasn't a fan of defiance and Yoongi was testing every last nerve within him. 

But Yoongi was loving every second of it.

He holded his arm out, picking up pen that Jungkook threw away earlier. He put into his mouth sucking at it.

The sight in front of him was provocative, and Jungkook couldn't help but groan at the sight. His eyes darkened even further, pupils dilated, as he watched Yoongi toy with the pen.

He clenched his jaw, his grip on Yoongi's neck tightening just barely. His voice came out husky, strained through clenched teeth. "You're really testing my limits, hyung." He warned, voice low and husky.

Yoongi let out a soft moan around the pen, staring up at Jungkook with teasing, challenging eyes. The grip on his neck only intensified the burning desire within him, his body was aching for some form of release. He pulled the pen out of his mouth with a soft 'pop', a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh, am I?" He teased, voice laced with arrogance. "I thought you liked a little challenge."

Jungkook's nostrils flared as Yoongi pulled the pen out of his mouth, the sight made his arousal twitch. The arrogance in his voice sent a jolt of arousal through him, but it also flared his frustration. "Challenge is one thing," he retorted, his voice husky but laced with warning. He clenched his jaw tighter, his grip on Yoongi's neck almost bruising. "But you're pushing me, hyung. Don't test my patience too much."

Yoongi's smirk widened at Jungkook's words, the warning tone sent a shiver down his spine. He was getting exactly the reaction he wanted. He let out a taunting chuckle, the arrogance in him shining through. "Oh, and what are you gonna do, Kookie?" He teased, voice dripping with sassiness. "Spank me?"

The arrogance in Yoongi's tone and the taunting in his question were driving Jungkook crazy. His patience, already hanging by a thread, was now completely worn thin. His eyes darkened with desire, frustration, and need. He clenched his jaw, the grip on Yoongi's neck bordering on painful. He leaned closer, his face mere inches from Yoongi's. "You're really asking for it, hyung," he muttered, voice husky and dripping with restrained desire.

Yoongi's breath hitched at the nearness of Jungkook's face, he could almost feel the other's breath on his skin. The intensity behind Jungkook's voice sent a thrill through him, but he couldn't help but tease more. He lifted his chin defiantly, holding back a moan. He taunted, voice dripping with snark. "I'd like to see you try."

Jungkook felt a growl rise in his throat at Yoongi's insolent challenge, his patience wearing thin with each word that left Yoongi's lips. His grip on Yoongi's neck tightened a bit more. "Oh, it's not a threat," he retorted, voice husky and dripping with restrained desire. "It's a promise."

He leaned a bit closer, lips brushing against Yoongi's earlobe. "And I always keep my promises, hyung."

Yoongi's body shuddered involuntarily, a hushed moan slipped past his lips. The possessiveness in Jungkook's tone sent goosebumps across his skin, his heart pounded in his chest. He tried to maintain his defiance, but it was getting more difficult by the second. "Big words," he remarked, voice laced with snark. "But can you back them up, Kookie?"

Jungkook smirked at Yoongi's words, the challenge in them further fueling his growing desire. His grip on Yoongi's neck tightened minutely, possessiveness dripping from his tone. "Oh, you have no idea, hyung." He muttered, voice husky and dripping with arousal. "I always keep my promises." He gripped Yoongi's chin, turning his face more towards him. His eyes bore into Yoongi's, challenging him. "Now, be a good boy. Be quiet." He commanded, voice assertive.

Yoongi let out soft hum as he slid wet pen into his pussy. Tip grazing against his folds and clit.

Yoongi's bold action sent a jolt of desire through Jungkook, his eyes widened slightly in surprise. He was taken aback by Yoongi's audacity, but he couldn't deny it was extremely arousing. His grip on Yoongi's chin tightened a fraction as he watched him tease himself with the pen. A growl rumbled in his chest, his eyes darkened almost possessively.

Yoongi's eyelids fluttered at Jungkook's words, the possessiveness in his tone sent a shiver down his spine. The grip on his chin was getting more possessive, and it made his vagina pulse. He let out a soft moan, cheeks flushing slightly. "Can't help it," he murmured, voice dripping with shameless arousal. "I'm feeling so empty, Kookie."

Jungkook's heart pounded in his chest, his grip on Yoongi's chin tightened further. His eyes darkened further, the possessiveness in him deepening. "You're being such a tease, hyung." He clenched his jaw. Just can't help yourself, can you?"

He leaned closer, his lips brushing against Yoongi's ear once again. "Patience, baby. I'll fill you up soon enough."

Yoongi moan softly at Jungkook's words, his ear tingled from the proximity. The possessiveness in Jungkook's grip added more fuel to the fire. He let out a breathy whine, his hips twitching forward desperately. "Kookie..." He whispered, voice pleading. "You're taking too long."

The plead in Yoongi's voice was both arousing and satisfying, but Jungkook wasn't giving in just yet. He clenched his jaw, his grip on Yoongi's chin holding him still. "I told you, baby. Be patient." He murmured, voice husky and authoritative. His eyes were fixated on Yoongi's parted lips, watching as he drew in shuddering breaths. "Good things come to those who wait."

Yoongi arched his back, back of his head resting against toilet lid. He bit on his lower lip closing his eyes as slow trickle splashed onto the tiles. "Didn't you say you need to pee, Kookie?"

The sight of Yoongi arching his back, resting his head against the toilet lid, was incredibly arousing for Jungkook. He clenched his jaw, his hold on Yoongi's chin almost bruising as he watched the slow trickle landing on the tiles.

His breathing became shallower, he was getting more and more irritated with Yoongi's insolence. But his arousal was undeniable. "Oh, I do. Badly."

Yoongi let out a soft moan, his body thrumming with need. His eyes flickered up to meet Jungkook's, his own gaze taunting and challenging. "So what's stopping you, Kookie?" He inquired. "Why aren't you peeing yet?"

Jungkook's eyes darkened further at Yoongi's taunting question, his irritation rising along with his arousal. "You know damn well what's stopping me, hyung." He gritted out. "You and your damn mouth."

Yoongi pushed his hand into his pussy. Warm spurt of urine leaking out from between his fingers.

Jungkook watches, eyes widening. His own breath hitched as Yoongi leaked.

Yoongi smirked at Jungkook's reaction, pleased with the effect he was having on Jungkook.  "Something wrong, Kookie?" He asked, his hand still between his legs, his fingertips massaging his clit.

Jungkook clenched his jaw, his eyes fixated on Yoongi's fingers. The arrogance in his voice, along with his actions, were driving him crazy. "Are you ever going to shut that pretty little mouth of yours?" He retorted, voice husky but holding a hint of desperation.

Yoongi let out long whine. "I'll shut up when you gonna pee on me."

Jungkook's breath hitched at Yoongi's words, his resolve slowly crumbling. "Goddamnit.." He muttered. "You...you really want that, don't you?"

Yoongi nodded, biting on his bottom lip. "Yes." He breathes out. "I do."

Jungkook watched him for a moment, his mind racing with conflicted thoughts. But as he watched the way Yoongi's tongue slowly traced down his bottom lip...

He couldn't resist any longer. "Come here." He commanded, voice gruff.

Yoongi obeyed, moving closer to Jungkook without a second thought. His eyes locked onto Jungkook's face, anticipation in his gaze.

"Good," Jungkook murmured, his grip on Yoongi's chin still firm. "Kneel."

Yoongi's breath hitched at the command, but he obeyed without hesitation. His knees hit the floor with a soft thump, his eyes still locked onto Jungkook's face. "Like this?" He asked, voice a mix of teasing and submission.

Jungkook nodded, his eyes darkened as he looked down at Yoongi kneeling before him. "Perfect," he commended, his voice filled with approval. "You look so good on your knees, hyung."

Yoongi felt a thrill run through him at the praise, his eyes fluttered close for a moment. He savored the words like it was a nectar. "Only for you, Kookie."

Jungkook's heart swelled at Yoongi's words, the sincerity in his voice tugged at his gut. But there was still a sense of dominance left inside him, not quite ready to give up just yet.

He gripped Yoongi's chin, tilting his face up slightly. His eyes roamed over Yoongi's face, admiring the flush on his cheeks and the desire in his eyes. "Such a pretty sight," he murmured, voice rough but laced with possessiveness.

Yoongi let out faint whimper, he thrusted his hips riding his own hand.

The sight in front of Jungkook was beyond arousing. He clenched his jaw, his control was hanging by a very thin thread. "Enough," he commanded. "Take your fingers out."

Yoongi obeyed, his breathing hitched at Jungkook's tone. He obediently pulled his fingers out, his whole body felt needy, hungry.

"Good boy." Jungkook praised. He let go of Yoongi's chin, his fingers moving to unbutton his jeans.

Yoongi's breath caught in his throat as he watched Jungkook unbutton his jeans, his anticipation spiked as he waited for what was to come. "Kookie," he whispered. "Please.."

Jungkook's eyes darkened as he heard the pleading note in Yoongi's voice. He was so incredibly undone and desperate, and it set his heart on fire. "Patience, pretty. You'll get what you want soon enough."

Yoongi's hips twitching forward instinctively. The anticipation was making him crazy, his mind was getting clouded with need and desire. He clenched his fists, trying to hold himself back. "Kookie, please... I can't take it anymore."

Jungkook clenched his jaw. Hearing Yoongi pleading, begging, was doing things to him. He gripped Yoongi's chin again, tilting his face up to meet his gaze. "You're so beautiful like this, you know that? Begging for me like a good boy."

Yoongi scotted closed, his crotch humping Jungkook's leg. His tongue darted out licking against the tip.

Jungkook's breath hitched at the action, his grip on Yoongi's chin tightened. "God." He groaned. "You're just full of surprises, aren't you?" He stared down at Yoongi.

Yoongi let out a soft moan, his hips grinded against Jungkook's leg, seeking any sort of friction. "Please, Kookie," he pleaded. "Please give me something."

Jungkook's resolve was hanging by a thread, Yoongi's pleading was driving him crazy. He clenched his jaw, his eyes narrowing. "Since you asked so nicely. Open your mouth."

Yoongi obeyed immediately, his mouth parting open obediently. His breathing was laboured, anticipation pooling in his gut. "Good boy." Jungkook murmured, his grip on Yoongi's chin loosened, moving to grip the back of his head.

Yoongi's eyes fluttered shut at the praise, his heart pounded in his chest. He was aching for Jungkook, his body was on fire with need. He waited with bated breath, his mouth parted and ready.

Jungkook's grip on the back of Yoongi's head tightened, a low groan escaping his lips. His other hand worked quickly, pulling his jeans down. "You're so pretty like this," he murmured. "So obedient."

Yoongi's heart fluttered at the praise, a shiver run down his spine. The anticipation was killing him, his mouth watering as he waited. "Kookie.." he whispered. "Please."

Jungkook's grip on Yoongi's head tightened possessively. He was so close, Yoongi was a sight to behold.  "Look at me," he commanded. "Open your eyes."

Yoongi obeyed, opening his eyes to look up at Jungkook. He licked his lips, his eyes fixated on Jungkook's face.

Jungkook's breath hitched as Yoongi looked up at him, the sight was sinful. He clenched his jaw, the possessiveness in him flared. He ran his thumb across Yoongi's bottom lip, the gesture almost tender. "Such a pretty mouth. Open wide, hyung."

Yoongi's heart fluttered at the compliment. He obediently opened his mouth wider, his eyes locking onto Jungkook's face. He waited, his tongue swiped over his bottom lip in anticipation.

Jungkook's eyes watched Yoongi's tongue dart out. He groaned. So good. You're such a good boy." He tugged gently at Yoongi's hair, guiding his head closer.

Yoongi's watched with bated breath as Jungkook brought his face closer, closer, closer... His mouth was open and ready, his tongue ready. He was completely at Jungkook's mercy.

Jungkook's breathing hitched, the sight of Yoongi completely at his mercy was doing things to him. He gripped Yoongi's hair a little tighter, his other hand stroking his jaw almost affectionately. "You're so beautiful," he murmured. "So perfect for me." He teased the tip of his thumb along Yoongi's bottom lip, watching as his tongue darted out to seek contact.

Yoongi shifted his thighs, another trickle splashed onto the tiles.

The sound of the trickling urine sent a jolt through Jungkook, his breaths were coming out in soft pants. He clenched his jaw, his grip on Yoongi's hair tightened. "God." He groaned. "You're a mess, hyung."

Yoongi whimpered at the harsh grip on his hair, his body quivered with need. The name 'hyung' sounded filthy on Jungkook's tongue, it sent a shiver down his spine. "Kookie... Please."

Jungkook clenched his jaw, the pleading tone in Yoongi's voice was testing his own control. He was so close, yet he couldn't resist teasing Yoongi just a bit more.

He trailed his thumb down from Yoongi's lip, over his chin and down to his Adam's apple. He gently applied pressure, tilting Yoongi's head back slightly. "Please what? Use your words, pretty."

Yoongi let out a soft moan at the pressure on his Adam's apple, his body craved more. His breathing was laboured. "Please, pee on me."

The demand sent a jolt through Jungkook, his grip on Yoongi's hair tightened. 

He clenched his jaw, the possessiveness and arousal flared in him. "Goddamnit. Such a filthy mouth."

Yoongi whined, his hips twitching forward slightly. Jungkook's possessiveness was driving him crazy, he wanted to push further, to see how far he could go. But he also knew that Jungkook was in control, and he was enjoying every second of it. "Kookie please..."

Jungkook's heart pounded in his chest, the plea from Yoongi's lips was like a drug. His grip on Yoongi's hair tightened further, almost to the point of pain. "Such a needy little thing. Beg for it."

Yoongi's body shuddered at the command, his brain felt fuzzy with need. But something about the order made his heart flutter, the possessiveness in Jungkook's voice was doing things to him. "Please, Kookie," he whispered, his nails dug into Jungkook’s thighs. "I need it so bad."

Jungkook's chest swelled with arousal, Yoongi's pleading was making his self control fray. He clenched his jaw, the grip on Yoongi's hair taut. "Be specific, hyung. Tell me exactly what you want."

Yoongi's breath hitched, his skin prickled with goosebumps. He bit his bottom lip, trying to gather his rapidly fading control. "I want..." He paused. "I want you to pee on me."

Jungkook's breath caught in his throat. The thought of marking Yoongi like that, marking him as his own, was doing things to him. "Such a filthy, filthy little thing," His grip on Yoongi's hair was almost painful. "You want me to mark you?"

A shiver ran down Yoongi's spine. The idea of being marked by Jungkook, even in this way, was exhilarating. "Yes, Iwant you to mark me."

Jungkook's eyes darkened, his grip on Yoongi's hair tightened further. The need to mark, to claim was overwhelming. "Good boy. You're such a good boy for me, Hyung." He tugged at Yoongi's hair, making him look up at him. His eyes locked onto Yoongi's, holding his gaze.

Yoongi's breath hitched at the praise, his chest swelled with a mix of arousal and pride. His mind was a mess, completely intoxicated by Jungkook's control. He held Jungkook's gaze, his eyes filled with a mix of desperation and adoration. He licked his lips, his throat bobbed with anticipation. "Please." He whispered, voice dripping with need and pleading. "Mark me, Kookie."

Jungkook's heart pounded in his chest, his arousal reaching new levels. The way Yoongi looked at him, so submissive and pleading, was intoxicating. He clenched his jaw, the grip on Yoongi's hair taut. His eyes scanned over Yoongi's face, his expression was darkened with possessive arousal. "You're mine. Mine to mark, mine to claim."

A shiver ran down Yoongi's spine at Jungkook's claim, his heart skipped a beat. He felt possessed, owned by Jungkook, but he liked it. He leaned his head forward involuntarily, his gaze locked onto Jungkook's face. His voice came out as a whisper. "Please, please... Mark me, claim me."

The way Yoongi begged, pleaded for him, was fueling the possessive fire inside him. He gripped Yoongi's hair tightly, tilting his head back further. He leaned down, his lips hovering over Yoongi's ear. "I can't resist you. I'm gonna claim you, mark you as mine."

A soft moan escaped Yoongi at Jungkook's words. He tilted his head back further, exposing more of his neck to him. His voice was husky but dripping with desperation. "Please, Kookie."

Jungkook nosed at Yoongi's neck, inhaling the scent of his hair, his skin. He murmured against Yoongi's ear, his grip on his hair tight. "You're mine," he whispered. "Mine, hyung. All mine."

A soft moan escaped Yoongi at Jungkook's words, his body shuddering in anticipation. The possessiveness in Jungkook's voice made his heart race, his body yearned for his touch. He tilted his head to the side further, exposing more of his neck. "I'm yours. Yours to claim, Kookie. Yours to mark."

Jungkook's control was slipping, his arousal was reaching new heights. He groaned at Yoongi's surrender, the possessiveness in him flared. He pulled back slightly. "Stay still."

Yoongi obeyed instantly, his body going still except for the faintest tremble of anticipation. His eyes locked onto Jungkook's. His breath came out in soft pants, his chest rose and fell with each one.

Jungkook needed to claim him, to make him his. "Close your eyes." He commanded, grip on Yoongi's hair still tight.

Yoongi obeyed immediately, his eyes falling shut. His breath puffed out in soft pants, his lips parted slightly. "I'm yours, Kookie. Do whatever you want to me."

Jungkook's mind was clouded. "Such a good boy, Yoongi. Listening so well." 

Yoongi moaned softly at the tug, his body shivered in response. The praise made his heart flutter, his mind swam in a haze. "Anything, Kookie. I...I'll be anything you want." He tilted his head back further, exposing more of his neck. His breathing was shallow.

"Anything, huh?" He tugged at Yoongi's hair, forcing his head further back to expose his neck. His eyes drooling into pale skin of Yoongi's neck.

Yoongi shuddered at the tug, a soft moan escaping his lips. "Yes. Anything." He licked his lips, his throat bobbed with a swallow. He was completely at Jungkook's mercy.

The sight of Yoongi completely submitting to him was arousing beyond belief. He leaned down, nose brushing against Yoongi's neck, inhaling the scent of his skin.

Yoongi moaned at the praise. He tilted his head to the side, exposing more of his neck for Jungkook. "Anything for you, Kookie. Just...just hurry."

Jungkook nipped at Yoongi's neck, his voice husky and rough. "Impatient, aren't you?" His grip on Yoongi's hair tightened, his breath feathered across Yoongi's skin, sending goosebumps down his body.

Yoongi moaned at the nip.

Jungkook pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Yoongi's neck, teeth grazing his pulse point. His grip on Yoongi's hair remained tight, holding him in place.

Yoongi whispered. "Only for you, Kookie. I'll be only good for you." His breathing was becoming more erratic, hips writhing involuntarily.

"You're so good for me, Yoongi. You're mine, and only mine." He ran his tongue over Yoongi's pulse point again.

Yoongi's legs opened wider. His eyes rolled to the back of his skull.

The sight of Yoongi, so responsive to his touch, made Jungkook's cock twitch. A growl rumbled in his chest.

"God, you're so perfect." His mouth continued to trail over Yoongi's neck, leaving behind a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses.

Yoongi mewled, pushing his hips up. "Pee on me, Kookie."

"Are you sure?" 

Yoongi nodded. "I'm sure, Kookie. Mark me, please."

"Alright, pretty. Close your eyes." 

Yoongi obeyed immediately. "I'm all yours, Kookie. Take me."

Jungkook clenched his jaw, possessiveness flared once more, consuming him. Hearing Yoongi's declaration, hearing him submit to him, was intoxicating. He clenched his fist in Yoongi's hair tighter, his other hand came up to rest on his knee, gently pushing his legs further apart. "Eyes shut, Hyung. No peeking."

Yoongi  kept his eyes closed, obeying Jungkook's command. "I won't peek, Kookie. I'll be a good boy."

Jungkook's chest swelled with possessiveness, the sight of Yoongi submitting so wholeheartedly made his arousal spike. He was completely enamored with him, he wanted to possess, to own every part of him. He shifted slightly, positioning himself between Yoongi's now spread legs. "Such a good little boy."

Yoongi shuddered at the praise, his body trembled in anticipation. He could feel Jungkook shifting between his legs, the nearness of him sent a shiver through him.

"Damn right you are, Yoongi. Mine, all mine." He was close now, so close, anticipation was high.

Yoongi moaned "Please, Kookie, I...I need you."

Jungkook's arousal spiked impossibly high, Yoongi's pleading desperate plea made him groan. "Almost there, pretty."

Yoongi shuddered at the possessive grip. "Kookie, I...I can't take it any longer."

Jungkook's arousal was at its peak. "Almost, Yoongi. You're such a good boy, holding out for me." He shifted slightly, settling comfortably between Yoongi's spread legs.

Yoongi's breathing was labored, his body was taut with anticipation. He could feel Jungkook between his legs, the proximity sending waves of goosebumps along his skin. "Kookie...please, please I need...I need-"

Jungkook clenched his jaw, Yoongi's pleading plea almost undoing him. The sight of him, spread open, so desperate for him...it was intoxicating. "I know what you need, Yoongi. Almost there." He shifted slightly, positioning himself. Preparing.

Yoongi moaned at the words, his body shuddered in anticipation. He could feel Jungkook preparing, the promise of what was to come made his breath hitch. "Kookie...please, hurry."

Yoongi's pleading was driving him mad. He was hanging on by a thread, but he wanted to savor this moment, this moment of complete possession. "Patience, pretty. Just a bit more."

Yoongi whined, his body straining with need, aching for release. The anticipation was almost overwhelming, his entire being was consumed with desire. "Kookie, I can't...oh god, please-" His words dissolved into a moan, the strain in his voice was evident. He writhed impatiently, anticipating the final act.

Jungkook's control snapped, his possessiveness flared, it consumed him. He could resist no longer, Yoongi was too perfect, too good, too desperate. "Yoongi," he murmured, voice husky and rough. "Yoongi, look at me." Yoongi's eyes snapped open, his breathing was labored, but he obeyed, eyes locked onto Jungkook's face.

Jungkook held Yoongi's gaze, his eyes darkened with possessiveness. He gripped Yoongi's hair tighter, tilting his head back further, exposing his neck. He murmured, voice husky and husky. "Close your eyes, pretty." Yoongi obeyed immediately, his eyes fluttering shut, shutting out the world. His focus was on Jungkook, he was completely consumed by him.

Jungkook clenched his jaw, possessiveness flared in his chest. Yoongi looked so damn good like this, completely surrendered to him, submissive to his every command. He ordered, voice husky and dominant, "Open your mouth, Yoongi." Yoongi obeyed immediately, his mouth fell open, tongue darting out slightly in anticipation.

Jungkook's arousal flared at the sight, Yoongi looked completely at his mercy, completely surrendered. His possessiveness flared, he was completely consumed by the sight of Yoongi like this, completely submissive to him. Without any further warning, he leaned in and claimed Yoongi's open mouth in a rough, possessive kiss.

Yoongi moaned into the kiss, the possessiveness in Jungkook's touch sent a shiver down his spine. His body responded enthusiastically, pressing closer to Jungkook. He reciprocated, tilting his head to deepened the kiss, meeting Jungkook's intensity with his own. His arms wrapped around Jungkook's neck, fingers tangled in his hair, holding him in place.

Jungkook groaned into the kiss, Yoongi's responsiveness fueling his arousal. His own hands gripped tighter on Yoongi's hair, tilting his head back further, deepening the kiss. His tongue delved into Yoongi's mouth, a mix between rough and tender, it was possessive but also desperate.

Yoongi grabbed Jungkook's cock, his slender fingers wrapping around the base.

Jungkook groaned at the sudden contact, Yoongi's grip firm and steady. The touch sent goosebumps down his spine, his mind clouded with arousal. He pulled back from the kiss, breathing heavily, eyes darkened with arousal. "Such a needy boy," he reprimanded, voice husky and husky, yet edged with affection. "Can't even wait."

Yoongi moaned at the taunt, his body shuddering in response. The possessiveness lacing Jungkook's voice made his heart flutter, his breath hitched in his throat. "Can't help it, Kookie. You make me crazy."

Jungkook clenched his jaw Tightening his grip on Yoongi's hair. The possessiveness flared inside him, hearing Yoongi admit how crazy he made him feel, made his heart race. "You're all mine, Yoongi," he whispered, voice husky and rough. "All mine to mark, to claim. No one else's."

Yoongi scotted closer Jungkook, his vagina inches away from his crotch. "Fill me."

Jungkook groaned, his arousal spiking with Yoongi's proximity. The possessiveness flared intensely inside him. "So needy," he teased, hand tightening in Yoongi's hair. "Beg for it, Yoongi."

Yoongi moaned, the possessiveness in Jungkook's voice sent a shiver down his spine. He was completely under his control, he wanted, needed him.  "K-Kookie," he pleaded, his voice husky and pleading. "Please, fill me. I need you, only you." He whined against Jungkook's chest, his breath hot against his skin. "I'm yours, all yours."

Jungkook clenched his jaw, possessing flaring inside him at Yoongi's pleading plea. He was completely undone by Yoongi, and he absolutely loved it. He murmured, voice husky and rough. "Such a good boy, Yoongi."

He gripped the back of Yoongi's thighs, pulling him even closer. He leaned down, his lips brushed against the shell of Yoongi's ear, his voice thick with desire. "Begging so nicely for me."

Yoongi let out muffled moan. He shifted, his hips grinding against his penis.

Jungkook groaned at the sudden friction, the possessiveness inside him flared impossibly higher. The sight of Yoongi, the feeling of him, it was intoxicating. He cursed under his breath, voice husky and strained. "God, you're making it hard to hold back." He murmured, his grip on Yoongi's thighs tightened.

Yoongi tilted his head back, his hips moving faster. He gasped as loud sound of bell ringing echoed off the walls.

The sound of the bell ringing broke through the haze of arousal, causing both of them to freeze momentarily.

Jungkook grunted, the sudden interruption frustrating him. His grip on Yoongi's thighs tightened, possessiveness flared. "Damn bell," he muttered, his voice husky but laced with annoyance. "Interrupting us."

Yoongi groaned, his own frustration matching Jungkook's. The bell ringing felt like an interruption, a unwanted intrusion. He clenched his jaw, his fingers gripped tighter in Jungkook's hair. "I know," he muttered, his voice husky and strained. "Can't even have a moment in peace."

Jungkook let out a deep breath, his possessiveness was slowly cooling, but it was still there simmering. He released his grip on Yoongi's hair, his hand running through his own hair in frustration. "I swear, those damn bells," he muttered, voice husky and husky. "Can't catch a break, can we?"

Yoongi leaned back, his hands braced on Jungkook's shoulders, breathing still a bit labored. He huffed out a breath, the frustration of the bell chiming was still there. "I know, right? It's like they always have impeccable timing," he grumbled, voice husky. "Just when things were getting good."

Jungkook couldn't agree more. His arousal was gradually simmering down, now replaced with frustration. But the possessiveness was still there, lingering. He clenched his jaw, his eyes still dark with it. "I swear, those bells wait for the worst time," he muttered, voice husky and thick. "Every goddamn time."

Yoongi nodded, his breathing was almost back to normal, but the residual arousal was still there, a constant hum beneath his skin. He glanced up at Jungkook, noticing the lingering possessiveness. He sighed, his fingers traced lazy circles on Jungkook's shoulder. "It's like they have a sixth sense, know exactly when to ring."

Jungkook's grip on Yoongi's thigh tightened slightly, possessiveness flaring at the casual touch. The sight of Yoongi, still slightly breathless but composed, was both hot and frustrating. "Damn bells," he grumbled, voice husky yet laced with annoyance. "Can't they just leave us be for a minute?"

Yoongi couldn't help a soft chuckle, Jungkook's possessiveness was always a little amusing. He leaned in, a small smirk playing on his lips. "They don't care about our needs, Kookie. They just ring whenever they feel like it," he teases, voice husky but laced with playfulness.

Jungkook's possessiveness flared at the teasing tone in Yoongi's voice, he clenched his jaw. The need to possess, to claim, was back at full force. He grunted, voice husky and husky. "They should care. They're interrupting us," he muttered, grip on Yoongi's thigh tightened almost protectively.

Yoongi's smirk widened a bit, the possessive grip on his thigh fueling his teasing. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "They don't know what they're interrupting," he teased, his breath brushed against Jungkook's ear. "They should be grateful we're not making more noise."

Jungkook's possessiveness flared impossibly higher, his heart rate picking up speed. The proximity, the teasing tone, it was driving him crazy. He gritted his teeth, voice husky and strained. "They have no idea," he murmured, gripping Yoongi's thigh tighter. "If they only knew."

Yoongi's smirk turned sly, the possessiveness from Jungkook was fueling his own teasing. He leaned back, his voice low and husky. "They wouldn't be able to handle it," he teased, voice dripping with playfulness. "If they knew how we are behind closed doors."

Jungkook's possessiveness flared to dangerous levels, the teasing words and provocative tone was testing his control. He clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth. He leaned in closer to Yoongi, his voice a husky growl. "They'd be in shock," he muttered possessively. "They wouldn't be able to look at us the same."

Yoongi's smirk widened further, he reveled in the possessiveness in Jungkook's voice. The thrill of pushing his buttons was exhilarating. "Oh, they'd be jealous," he teased, his voice husky and husky. "Wishing they had a fraction of what we have."

Jungkook's possessiveness flared even higher, the arrogance in Yoongi's words pushing him closer to the brink. His grip on Yoongi's thigh tightened possessively. He clenched his jaw, voice husky and husky. "They could never," he muttered possessively. "We're in a league of our own, baby."

Yoongi's grin turned predatory, the possessiveness in Jungkook's voice was satisfying. He leaned in closer, his voice husky and husky. "Damn right we are," he whispered, voice laced with confidence. "They wouldn't stand a chance."

A small, feral growl rumbled in Jungkook's chest, possessiveness flared to borderline dangerous levels. The cocky arrogance in Yoongi's voice was lighting up his possessiveness. He gripped Loongi's chin, forcing him to meet his gaze, his possessiveness laced his voice. "Damn right. We're untouchable," he muttered possessively. "You're mine, Yoongi."

Yoongi's smirk widened, the possessiveness in Jungkook's voice sent shivers down his spine. The intensity in his gaze was intoxicating. He glanced at the door, pulling his pants up. "See you later?"

Jungkook clenched his jaw, possessiveness flared at the sight of Yoongi pulling his pants up. The thought of letting him out of his sight, even for a moment, ignited a possessiveness flare. He gritted his teeth, possessive grip on his chin remaining. "I'll be counting the minutes."

Yoongi chuckled, the possessiveness in Jungkook's voice was cute. He reached up, gently removing Jungkook's hand from his chin. "Such a possessive little puppy," he teased, voice husky and husky. "Can't handle being away from me for a few minutes?"

Jungkook's possessiveness flared at the teasing, the pet name igniting a spark. The idea of Yoongi dismissing him, even playfully, was unacceptable. He clenched his jaw, possessiveness clenched. "Shut it," he muttered possessively. "I'll be thinking of you the whole time."

Yoongi's grin turned mischievous, the possessiveness in Jungkook's voice was amusing. He couldn't resist teasing him a bit more. "Oh, I bet you will," he teased, voice husky and husky. "Can't keep your mind off me for a second."

Jungkook's possessiveness flared fiercely, the tease was pushing his possessiveness to its limits. His jaw clenched tighter at the thought of Yoongi playing with him like this. "Watch it," he muttered possessively. "You're playing a dangerous game, sweetheart."

Yoongi pushed the door opened and peeked out to see if someone is nearby. "You're repeating yourself a lot, Kookie."

Jungkook clenched his jaw. Watching Yoongi casually exit as if he didn't just rouse immense possessiveness in him was frustrating. He grit his teeth. "Don't push it," he hissed possessively. "You know damn well the effect you have on me."

Yoongi grinned mischievously, Jungkook's possessiveness fueling his own playfulness. He leaned against the door frame, eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I know," he teased, voice husky and husky. "But it's cute watching you get all worked up over me."

Jungkook's possessiveness flared, the taunt in Yoongi's voice and the sight of him leaning against the door frame, confidently smug, ignited a possessive spark. He clenched his fists, possessiveness surged through him. "You're playing with fire, Yoongi," he warns possessively. "Careful, you might burn yourself."

Yoongi chuckled, the possessiveness in Jungkook's voice was amusing. He stepped further out, leaning against the door now fully open. "Aw, is Kookie feeling possessive?" He teased, voice husky and husky. "Don't worry, I can handle the heat."

Jungkook clenched his jaw, cursing under his breath as Yoongi left. He glanced around the empty bathroom and saw pen laying on the tiles. He picked it up and put it into his pocket. 

He might give it back to Yoongi later. Or maybe not.