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It was a miracle that they made it back to the hotel in one piece.

With Seokjin hopping out of their booked ride first, handing the driver cash tips for the inconvenience and hauling out a very giggly, very handsy Jeon Jeongguk in tow, he tried not to cause too much of a scene as they stumble through the hotel lobby. The staff and receptionist bow their heads in greeting. They were smiling politely despite it being obvious that two of their guests were a drunken shade of red and just trying to get back to their room.

He had no idea where the others had gone, especially when it was Yoongi and Hoseok who checked them in as a group. All he knew was that the hotel staff would have their luggages delivered to their assigned rooms so that everyone else could head straight to the music festival. In other words, they’ve been out and about since noon.

It was almost midnight and Seokjin felt like the elevator up to their floor was humid as hell. Next time, he was definitely sitting the next day out to do sight-seeing instead. When was the next time they were going to have a group vacation like this? “Jeongguk-ah, don’t fall asleep on me. You’re heavy.”

“I’m awake.” Jeongguk groaned. He held onto Seokjin’s arm and tried standing upright, leaning against the elevator wall. “You have the card key?”

“Mhm.” He was already holding it in his hand. “I should have requested for a second card, and I definitely shouldn’t have left it with you.”

“Hey, at least I didn’t lose it.”

“Might as well have by how hard it was to find you.” Seokjin rolled his eyes. His head felt heavy, probably heavier than the rest of his body. “Felt impossible to drag you out of that crowd.”

“I was having fun,” he pouted. “You would know, you danced with us.”

Seokjin did, in fact, dance with them. Except it wasn’t so much dancing with the random group of strangers that adored his best friend’s energy—it was more like Jeongguk luring him in until space was non-existent between their bodies as the loud music guided their movements.

But Seokjin couldn’t blame it on the music when their faces were merely an inch away, could he? And perhaps that was where the problem lied: he couldn’t resist Jeongguk. In fact, he adored Jeongguk.

So much so that it might even ruin what they have.

“Yeah, like two hours ago. I don’t even know where the others are or if they’re alive.” Last he checked, Jimin dragged Taehyung and Hoseok to the drink bar, while Yoongi and Namjoon disappeared off to—somewhere. Regardless, no one was alone. They should be able to take care of themselves. “You still have to get up early if you want to checkout the amusement park.”

Jeongguk hummed at that. He did say that he wanted to go on a couple rides. However, now that his best friend was clearly drunk and his head was resting on his shoulder, plans might change in the morning. “Hyung should go with me.”

Seokjin, just for the sake of keeping him standing, slipped an arm around his waist. If Namjoon wasn’t up for their morning stroll, then he’ll take his offer. “I’ll think about it.”

As they walk out of the elevator and down the carpeted floors, they didn’t quite rush. Jeongguk wasn’t walking straight, almost tripping over his own feet when they turned a corner, and the room numbers read like gibberish in Seokjin’s brain. He was fortunate enough that he made made the shapes out correctly before tapping the room key over the the card reader.

It was more or less a relief to spot their luggage sitting in the hallway. More, because both their set of belongings were complete. Less, because he was staring into the rest of the room and realizing that there weren’t two beds like he had anticipated.

There was only one bed. Surprisingly, it was a king-sized bed.

Jeongguk may be mildly physically incapacitated, but his mind was still present—maybe more than half of it—and he was just laughing at the irony of it, because they were all supposed to have a room with two beds. “Ah, I guess we’re sharing a bed.”

“I guess so.” Seokjin huffed. No matter, it happened every now and then—actually, it happened a little too often, now that he was thinking back to all other times. The front desk always seemed to give them a room with one fucking bed. “Okay, who’s showering first? I think you should go first.”

“Is there a tub? I wanna see the bathroom.” Jeongguk, who was peeling off his jacket and his shirt, tossing them over the chair without a care, went to check the area, only to come back out and beckon him over. “Let’s just shower together, hyung. They have a huge tub and shower!”

A long stare. First, they danced together with sound systems shaking the ground and the vibration of the bassline thrumming in their skulls; second, they were already sharing a bed again; third, Jeongguk was practically asking him to be naked in a tub with him—for what reason? Most likely so that he wouldn’t accidentally drown himself nor slip on the bathroom tiles, but then again, the risk only doubled when Seokjin was probably as drunk as him. If not, then less drunk.

The silliest thing was that Seokjin thought it was a pretty fucking good idea—except he didn't forget just what kind of a handful Jeongguk was when he's still got alcohol muddling his judgment and made his hands wander where they shouldn't. There was only so much that Seokjin could tolerate before he had to shut it down—and say fuck all.

If he stayed quiet, then maybe Jeongguk would forget his little suggestion and wind down by himself. If he pretended to take his time, then maybe he could get through tonight peacefully.

And yet, his best friend, who was buzzed and still enjoying his little dopamine boost from dancing with friends and strangers, who made Seokjin question himself and wonder if it was worth expressing his feelings on multiple occasions—those glazed, half-lidded eyes fell on him and his inked fingers found their way around his forearm, tugging him along. “Come on, hyungie. It's more water efficient.”

“Since when were you so concerned about water usage?” Seokjin took a jab, but he also couldn't help but say, “You just want an excuse to see me strip.”

It made Jeongguk tug him even closer, nearly made him trip, and he did it all with a grin of faux-innocence. “Ah, hyung, you don’t have to be so conservative around me.”

“I think I have every reason to be conservative,” he said. “Especially around you.”

“Can’t help it, hyungie is so handsome.” Jeongguk purred as he lowered his hands to where Seokjin’s shirt was tucked into his jeans, unmoving, but threatening to tug it out and potentially take it off him, too. Cute. Why was he so cute trying to act all sultry and teasing? “Just a peek?”

And yet, even when he was blatantly flirting with him, Seokjin could only laugh and swat his hands away. It made his heart jump, but this was just who Jeongguk was under the influence: flirty, shameless, loose-lipped. He learned over the years never to take an intoxicated Jeon Jeongguk seriously, most especially when he was thirsting after anyone in their group—and himself, of course. He shouldn’t take it seriously when it concerned himself.

Seokjin took the initiative to start the shower before he went to retrieve their toiletries. “Where do you keep your bathroom stuff?”

“Duffel.” Jeongguk muttered, visibly defeated by yet another rejection, gripping the counter as he kicked off his jeans. With only his boxers keeping him decent, Seokjin briefly glanced a bit lower and his thighs were. . .always something nice to look at. “Side compartment.”

It was a quick detour before he returned with both their toiletry bags. Jeongguk still hadn’t gotten a head-start despite steam starting to fog up the glass of the shower stall, leaning against the sink counter while typing away at his phone with a slight squint. He couldn’t quite tell if Jeongguk was trying to stay awake or if the screen was just too bright. “Everyone’s back in their hotel rooms.”

“Okay, that’s good.” Seokjin nodded. He was more particular about his shower routine; closing the toilet seat, laying out a floor towel, putting his skin care on the sink counter. It also helped stall in hopes that Jeongguk would get in first. “Do you mind?”

A pointed look. “Mind what? We’ve seen each other naked.”

That’s not the point. “Okay, but don’t try anything.”

What kind of best friends were they that Seokjin actually had to tell him to keep his hands to himself? He saw the pout on Jeongguk’s lips before he peeled his shirt off and—why was he still staring? Seokjin went as far as to turn around so that his best friend wouldn’t see him undo his pants. “Yah, just get in the shower already.”

Huffing in annoyance, it sounded like Jeongguk finally removed the last of his clothes and pulled the shower door open, giving him some space to remove the rest of his dirty clothes. Either way, Seokjin was going to end up naked and in the same enclosed space as a very intoxicated, questionable horny Jeongguk, and it was taking every ounce of him not to act on an impulse. He had manners. Seokjin respected Jeongguk and both their boundaries.

It was when he joined Jeongguk in the shower that Seokjin also considered the possibility that their boundaries could also be tested.

The truth was that it might be just as difficult for Seokjin not to let his fingertips touch the crevices of Jeongguk’s back, where his muscles flexed as he massaged his scalp. He stood facing the corner, away from the shower stream, careful as not to lose balance. Seokjin used the opportunity to rinse off, letting the hot water wash away any dust and grime while he poured a generous amount of shampoo into the palm of his hand.

“Jin hyung,” Jeongguk managed to glance over his shoulder. “Need to rinse.”

Seokjin wasn’t going to lie. He quite enjoyed the view from where he stood, especially when his eyes briefly glanced over the curve of his ass and— “Yeah, here.”

He took a step back. Jeongguk took two steps forward. Sudsy water washed down his body, over his tattooed arm, and then his navel—out of respect, he looked away. But this time, they were fully facing each other, eyes locked on each other yet tempted to look elsewhere, and it felt like some kind of fucking competition. Perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea, after all.

Jeongguk tore his gaze away, at least. “You’ve been working out a lot?”

“We go to the same gym and work out together?” Seokjin responded. “Why are you acting surprised?”

“I’m just saying. . .” He trailed off. “Your chest looks more—firm.”

“Okay.” Suddenly, he felt like covering up, so the best course of action was to get his washcloth and start scrubbing down his body. “Thank you.”

Things got quiet after that. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it was obvious that they were starting to feel exhaustion creep onto them the closer they were to finishing up in the shower, practically rushing it towards the end as the idea of finally lying in white sheets and duvet called for them. After a long day, all they could think of was to just rest.

By the time they were dried and dressed for bed without sustaining any major bathroom injuries, Jeongguk could barely keep himself awake. He was brushing his teeth with his eyes closed, leaning into Seokjin, who was purchasing amusement park tickets in advance after receiving a text from Namjoon. Technically, it was from Yoongi who was texting on behalf of Namjoon: hoba and joon are wasted as fuck, they won’t be up for tmrw sry gotta look after them -yoongi

Jeongguk was certainly thrilled—well, he said he was, just in a lazy and slurred manner. Seokjin waited patiently, because that was all that he could do without worrying about his best friend passing out on the bathroom floor. Again. Sometimes, he worried how Jeongguk always managed to get home without him keeping him in check.

It was when they were crawling into bed that Seokjin started to feel his heart jump again.

“Fuuuck, finally.” Jeongguk let out a breathless laugh, like he had never been more relieved to be finally on a soft, comfortable, and warm place after being on his feet for most of the day, all sweaty and sticky. “We are never attending a music festival right after flying in.”

“Agreed.” Seokjin stretched out his body, turning on his side. “But we were able to get book great seats on our flight, so I can’t complain.”

“Mhm, we all got to sit together, too,” he nodded. “Ah, what time should we leave tomorrow, hyung?”

“Whatever time we wake up.”

Jeongguk also found himself lying on his side. “That works for me.”

They were facing each other—again. Why didn’t Seokjin turn the other way? He was so certain that at least one of them would be out like a light the second their heads hit the pillows, but he felt so restless watching Jeongguk’s wide, starry, doe eyes stare right back at him. Oh, how soft Jeongguk looked. Why did he have that kind of look in his eyes?

Seokjin shuffled beneath the duvet, pulling it over his shoulders. For a split second, his eyes darted to how his best friend was fidgeting with his lip ring, tonguing over the black ring, then back to meet his gaze.

Jeongguk should be falling asleep by now, and yet, he seemed to be fighting the urge to. Was it because they were sharing a bed? Was the room not cold enough? Was the bedside lamp too bright on Seokjin’s side? He could turn it off if the room was too bright. “Something on your mind?”

“Yeah.” He was honest, at least. “Not sure if it’s appropriate.”

Then why mention it at all? Seokjin sighed weakly, slipping a hand beneath his pillow. “What is it, Gguk?”

A shy smile. Just when he thought all the blush from drinking was obvious, it deepened even more, also tucking himself beneath the duvet so his body could warm up. He kept biting down on his lip, trying to hold back another giggling fit. He was awfully flirty tonight, wasn’t he? “When you and I were dancing, hyung—I thought we were going to kiss.”

When Seokjin blinked half a second longer, a flicker of an image popped behind his eyelids: of Jeongguk putting his hands on his chest and looking into his eyes with his intoxicated gaze. He blinked again, and now, it was that same gaze, only this time, Jeongguk wasn’t actively feeling him up.

“You have such silly ideas, Jeongguk-ah.” A weak laugh. “Why would you think that?”

“Dunno, just thought it would be cute,” he answered earnestly. “It’s fun making out with someone, especially when you’re a little drunk.”

“Of course, you find that fun.”

“You don’t?”

“Don’t what?”

“You don’t like making out?” Jeongguk seemed confused, his eyes darting to his lips. “Ah. . .now that I think about it, I don’t think we’ve ever kissed before.”

“I never said that I don’t like making out,” Seokjin clarified. “And why are you—actually, what prompted this? Are you kissing our friends while you’re drunk?”

“No, no—well, it’s happened a few times? That’s not the point. Earlier, I saw a group of friends share a kiss or two with each other and. . .the idea just crossed my mind. S’kind of cute.” Of course, he found it cute. Jeongguk was always showered in attention and affection whenever all seven of them were together. “So hyung likes making out?”

“Jeongguk-ah.” He would have answered yes, because he enjoys it. He loves it. This would have been a conversation he would have no probelm entertaining sober, because Seokjin was starting to feel something simmering beneath his skin—a terrible itch. “What are you trying to ask me?”

“I just—” Ever so quietly, Jeongguk confessed under his breath, “Want to know what it’s like to kiss you.”

Seokjin needed to remind himself again: never take a drunk Jeongguk seriously. He knew better than to entertain his best friend’s advances, his silly little ideas that he thought up, and yet, he slowly swiped his tongue over his bottom lip in consideration. “If I kiss you just this once, then can we go to sleep?”

A nod. “Mhm.”

Seokjin was convincing himself that this was a good means to an end to put Jeongguk to bed already. “C’mere, move your pillow closer.”

To his surprise, Jeongguk followed without some kind of bratty remark or resistance, when that was practically all he did prior to this. Where was all that shameless confidence fueled by liquid courage? Wasn’t he trying to strip him of his clothes before showering? Seokjin held his tongue before he changed his mind and raised himself on one arm.

Jeongguk, of all times, didn’t rush him, and he didn’t try to make demands either. He watched and he waited patiently.

For a moment, they laid side by side, unmoving; they kept their hands to themselves yet let their eyes wander until it was starting to feel more awkward than it was tense. Seokjin tried to mitigate it by gently touching Jeongguk’s face, and it only made things worse for the both of them when he reacted by resting a hand on Seokjin’s waist. This was painfully intimate was what was supposed to be a quick kiss, wasn’t it?

Jeongguk was patient, but his tired eyes softened in its gaze, and so he nudged him gently, like an encouragement. “Seokjin hyung.”

“Hm?”

“Kiss me.”

Seokjin could barely huff out a laugh. That simmering warmth beneath his skin was a wildfire now. Suddenly, he thought of doing more than just a kiss, and oh, isn’t that just a tempting idea? “Ask me nicely.”

“Hyung,” he whined. “Kiss me, please.”

When they kissed—no, when Seokjin kissed Jeongguk, it was but a mere press of their lips. He first felt the subtle press of his best friend’s lip ring against his own, and then the plushness of his best friend’s lips, and then the way his best friend’s hands tightened his grip around his waist; all sensations occurred simultaneously in such a short amount of time that Seokjin forgot he was kissing Jeon Jeongguk, his best friend and the biggest fucking flirt of his life.

At first, his heart stopped; it flat-lined and Seokjin blacked out for a split second, only to be brought back to life when Jeongguk kissed him back, like he finally grasped that their lips were touching and that Seokjin’s hand was warm and cradling his face, and they were really kissing when they hadn’t kissed before.

When does a kiss end? Just this once, Seokjin had said, but that meant their kiss had to end for it the terms of their agreement to be fulfilled. They kissed, that was a fact. They kissed for longer than anticipated, and it took every ounce of power in him to pull away.

They kissed, and that meant it was time to go to sleep. They kissed, and they had to ignore the rapid beating in their chests as Jeongguk’s eyes were silently pleading for another one while Seokjin’s fingers ghosted down to the back of his neck. They kissed. Should they kiss again? Jeongguk already had the request on the tip of his tongue, but then—

“Can I kiss you again?” It was Seokjin who asked.

Seokjin, the same person who was refusing his advances every step of the way, really wanted to kiss Jeongguk again. Was this going to ruin their friendship? Better yet, was it worth stealing another kiss over? Right now, the answer in his heart was yes.

They kissed, and they were going to kiss again, because Jeongguk was already pushing up into his mouth. “Please.”

Seokjin knew this was going to happen—not just because it was hard to say no to Jeongguk and his puppy eyes, but because he wanted it. Seokjin wanted the affection, too. Jeongguk really knew how to get under his skin, didn’t he? Maybe this was what he was hoping for to begin with.

Tilting Jeongguk’s head back just slightly, Seokjin deepened their kiss, brushing a thumb over his cheek as they kissed slow and languid, and it felt intoxicating. It felt good. It felt exhilirating. Jeongguk’s lips felt so perfect and soft against his own, and Seokjin couldn’t stop kissing him even if he wanted, so he opened his mouth and let his tongue taste him. They were making out, something that Jeongguk claimed he found fun.

Fun was not the best word to describe it.

He tried not to take too much control over their kiss, but Jeongguk seemed to like it; in fact, he liked it so much that he was clutching the side of Seokjin’s shirt, a small noise caught in his throat as he was tugging him even closer.

It spurred Seokjin to lean into him, to kiss him with more bite, to lower his hand from his neck to Jeongguk’s hips, finding purchase on it before he decided, fuck it.

Seokjin pushed him down into the hotel mattress, blindly grabbing the underside of his thigh and pushing it away, giving himself a space between Jeongguk’s legs, realizing that they were both experiencing the same thing: the hot and intoxicating influence of arousal. It was impossible to ignore, not when Jeongguk was dragging his fingers up his back and curling them into Seokjin’s hair, bucking his hips up, moaning into Seokjin’s mouth.

“Fuck, Jeongguk.” He met him halfway. Their bodies were heavy and burning and thrumming with desire. Seokjin kissed him all wet and messy, the taste of toothpaste still fresh on their tongues as he licked into his mouth. Their lips were slick with spit, brushing against each other, turning their kiss into a sloppy one.

“Jin hyungie.” Oh no. Jeongguk sounded wrecked, and all they’ve been doing was making out until they were out of breath. “Can you—are we. . .?”

Seokjin swallowed hard. What was an appropriate course of action for two very drunk, very aroused best friends who hadn’t kissed before until now? Now was the worst time for his brain to short-circuit and lag behind his hands that were slipping beneath Jeongguk’s shirt while his own fucking dick ached between their bodies.

And then he rolled his hips once, just once, something to ease the tension, and it coaxed the prettiest sound out of Jeongguk’s mouth. He pushed himself up to properly look at his best friend, finding himself entranced by his dilated pupils, by his pinkish lips glossy with spit and the deep blush on his cheeks. Where did all his shameless confidence go? Jeongguk looked like he was so damn sure that he had Seokjin in the palm of his hand just a moment ago.

“Can I what? Are we what? What do you want, Jeongguk-ah?” Seokjin held his gaze and carefully combed Jeongguk’s hair out of his face, tucking it behind his ear. “You knew how to use your words earlier.”

Surprisingly, he felt Jeongguk’s cock twitch at that—the fact that their cocks were pressed together with merely two layers of clothing was not something he ever thought would happen between them. Jeongguk bit down on his piercing again, glancing between their bodies.

“Can you touch me? Please?” The request felt so out of place. Jeongguk never spoke to him like that. “Hyung, ’m really turned on, fuck.”

“Is that so?”

A small nod. “You’re a really good kisser.”

“Thank you.” Seokjin could do more things with his mouth, but that was a conversation he wasn’t going to bring up. Instead, he leaned back down and kissed him again, and it turned hungry almost instantly. “Lift your hips really quick.”

Jeongguk did exactly as told, allowing Seokjin to pull down his underwear, earning a gasp that he quickly swallowed as he distracted him with another press of their lips. He wrapped a hand around Jeongguk’s poor leaking cock, thumbing over the tip, making him whimper. It was hot. His best friend was hot. Seokjin already knew Jeongguk was hot, and what made him even hotter was the way he fell apart so quickly the moment he got what he wanted.

Seokjin stroked him at a leisurely pace, biting his lower lip. He felt Jeongguk pull him down closer by his neck, bucking into his closed fist that was damp with precum, his moans breathless. “Seokjin hyungie, please, more.”

Don’t beg for me like that. Would Seokijn even be able to hear his own name the same? He was already touching his best friend’s fucking dick and now he was begging for more. “What more do you want from me, Jeongguk-ah?”

“I want you inside me—want you to fuck me.” Jeongguk practically forced Seokjin’s gaze on him, like he wanted to make sure he heard him loud and clear. “Fuck, Jin hyung, I want you so fucking badly.”

“You. . .want us to have sex?”

“You don’t?” The words carried some bite. “You’re the one who wanted to kiss me again.”

“Oh, fuck you.” And his words certainly bit down hard. Seokjin let go of his dick and tried prying himself away. “You can’t just—say that.”

“No, wait. Hyung, don’t go.” It was fortunate for Jeongguk that he was strong, otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to wrap his legs around Seokjin’s waist and his arms crossed behind his neck, using his weight to hold him down until he was rolling their bodies, ending up on top of him. “Please, don’t. I’m sorry, I just—I’ve always wanted you.”

A laugh of disbelief. Always? Always wanted him? The best he could do was throw Jeongguk down on his side, but he couldn’t escape his best friend’s tight grasps. "God, I knew you were a mouthy drunk, but this is—I can’t handle this, Jeongguk.”

And what did he mean by want? What did Jeongguk know about wanting someone? Seokjin spent the better part of their friendship questioning whether or not he was willing to destroy it over some flirtatious comments Jeongguk made while he was drunk. The worst part was that Jeongguk never seemed to flirt with any of their friends, so now, he was delusional and thought that maybe there was something special about him.

Seokjin wanted to kiss him again; he wanted to kiss his neck, hold him down by his hips, make him moan his name, maybe hold his fucking hand? Seokjin always wanted Jeongguk; he adored him.

Hell, Seokjin probably loved him, too. It wasn’t going to take much convincing to admit that.

“We can stop. We don’t have to do anything, I’m sorry.” Jeongguk rushed to say. He was flustered, just barely able to keep it together. “I thought you knew, that’s why you kissed me. I didn’t mean to make things uncomfortable—”

“What?” The buzz not subsising did not help his case. Seokjin felt like the room was spinning, especially with his best friend throwing him into the deep end of pure and utter confusion, leaving him to try and wrap his head around his words. “What the hell are you talking about? Knew about what?”

Jeongguk stared at him like he was the one with a problem. “That I have feelings for you!”

A beat. A long fucking beat.

Seokjin stopped trying to resist him. He surrendered then and there, turned on his side, propped up by his hand clutched the sheets, and his heart just about ready to burst out of his chest. “Jeongguk, what the fuck? You’re serious?”

“I’m dead fucking serious, hyung.” There was no way he was serious when he had too much to drink. “I know I’m a little drunk, but I promise I’m not joking, hyung. I’ve always had feelings for you.”

“Jeongguk, I’ll be honest.” Seokjin’s mouth was moving quicker than his brain. “I think I’m in love with you.”

“Shut the fuck up?”

“No, you shut up. I’ve had to endure every single flirt you threw in my face whenever we went drinking, and that doesn’t even include all the times you kept feeling me up and start your little play-fights to get your hands all over me,” he hissed, his finger now jabbing into Jeongguk’s chest. “Do you know how difficult it is to resist you, Jeongguk-ah?”

“I—” Jeongguk was at a loss for words. His eyes were wide with shock, searching for even a crack of dishonesty in his words, but even he knew what Seokjin looked like when he was telling him the tinniest of a white lie. “I thought you didn't like me that way—you kept rejecting me.”

“Because you were drunk. We were drunk.” Seokjin couldn't emphasize any more than that. “We’re still fucking drunk.”

“I’m perfectly functioning right now, hyung.”

“Go walk in a straight line, then.”

Jeongguk probably could with a few hiccups, but that wasn’t the point. They weren’t in an ideal situation to try and cool off; they couldn’t just walk away to get their bearings together and come back to discuss things like normal adults. Unfortunately for them, they were sharing a room with only one bed, and the others were probably knocked out this late at night, so they wouldn’t be able to hear their calls nor the knocking on their doors.

And it wasn’t like it could get any worse than this: intoxicated, flustered, aroused, their lips just slightly swollen from making out, and now they had just confessed? Seokjin couldn’t help but laugh, because in his compromised state of mind—this was the best possible outcome for either of them.

God. Seokjin weakly shoved his shoulder. I think I do love you. “I wouldn’t have rejected you if you had just pulled this shit sober, by the way.”

A pout. “Does this mean I have to wait until morning?”

“I don’t know.” He flopped back into bed, running his hands over his face. Everything—and by everything, he meant his heart and his dick—was screaming at him to say fuck it and—fuck him. What else did they have to lose? “I don’t think I can wait until morning.”

“Does this mean—” Jeongguk didn’t get a chance to ask, because Seokjin was sliding his hand beneath his jaw and crowding him into the bed, soft lips covering soft lips, another hand on the bed keeping him steady as they kissed, and god, did they kiss like they were starved.

Jeongguk didn’t have to make him jump through all those hoops to get a confession out of him, and a part of Seokjin wanted to resent him for, but they could open that conversation after they’ve gotten a couple of things out of their system. For now, Seokjin focused on pressing his lips down his jaw and against his neck, making him moan a soft, “Hyung.”

“You really want me to fuck you?” He asked, his voice hushed as he grinded their erections together. Seokjin took Jeongguk’s hand in his and brought it down to his own throbbing cock, earning a gasp, making him curl his tattooed fingers beneath the elastic of his boxers. “You don’t even know what you’re asking for, Jeongugk-ah.”

“Oh my god.” Mindlessly, Jeongguk stroked him to the best of his abilities. “I fucking knew it.”

Seokjin hummed. “Knew what?”

“I knew you were hung.” Since when did his best friend have the time to stare at his crotch and make such assumptions? “Wearing those stupid gray sweatpants.”

“What?”

“Don’t ask.” Jeongguk was quick to say. “Wait, I have lube in my bag. Let me—”

Somehow, his best friend still had half a mind to push him away and get out of bed. There was a brief moment where he nearly tripped and stumbled over his own two feet the moment they touched the wooden flooring, to which Seokjin immediately sat upright out of concern as he saved himself at the last second. “Jeongguk, are—”

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” he reassured. “You didn’t see that.”

Albeit a little comedic in that moment, Jeongguk still looked so painfully attractive like this: stripped down to his underwear, his muscular back on display as he dug through his duffel bag, and then facing him with an obvious tent in his boxers. Perhaps Seokjin was wrong; Jeongguk would not be able to pass a field sobriety test even if he tried hard enough, especially with the way he couldn’t walk a straight line back to bed.

He tossed the bottle of lube and fell on top of Seokjin, trying to kiss him but missing by a large fraction and ended up kissing his neck instead. Seokjin encouraged him either way. Jeongguk took that as his sign to push Seokjin’s shirt up and put his mouth to his toned stomach, dragging his lips down his happy trail.

There was a moment of hesitation as he hooked his fingers over the elastic band. Seokjin leaned back on one hand and brought the other beneath Jeongguk’s chin. “You don’t have to.”

He shook his head and tugged it down. “I want to.”

There was something about the sight of Jeongguk sliding down such a giant bed, kicking the covers back, giving himself room to lay on his front as he opened those pretty lips of his and took the tip of his cock into his pretty mouth and— “Shit, Gguk.”

Jeongguk, his best friend, had his cock in his mouth—that thought never even crossed Seokjin’s mind as a possibility. To make things worse, he looked arousing doing it. To make things worse, he was really fucking good at it.

“Jeongguk-ah, when’d you get so good at this?” Seokjin found himself asking, making soft groans whenever he took his cock deeper, until the tip bumped against the back of his throat. Jeongguk made content noises, sucking him off in such a sloppy manner that he drenched his cock in spit. “Ah, fuck—just like that, baby.”

Another noise escaped him, suddenly spurred on to take even more of him that he choked once or twice. And yet, Jeongguk adapted quickly, taking careful breaths through his nose and relaxing his throat. Seokjin couldn’t resist carding his fingers through his hair and bucking his hips, moaning at the sensation of his mouth swallowing what he could, his tongue swiriling around his girth. He could come from this alone, but that wasn’t the goal tonight.

Seokjin gently tugged at his hair, his hips twitching when Jeongguk didn’t stop. He tugged a little harder and successfully pulled him off his dick, making a wet pop. “Thought you wanted me inside you?”

“I do.” Jeongguk rasped, leaning into the palm of his hand. “Want you to kiss me again, hyung.”

“Still gotta stretch you open, Jeongguk,” he chuckled, but it wasn’t an either-or situation. If Jeongguk wanted to make out, then Seokjin would do just that—and more. Just the thought of it made Seokjin crave for it, so he scooted backwards, leaning against the pillows and the headboard. “Come on, sit on my lap.”

Jeongguk found no problem crawling towards him, never breaking eye contact until he was standing on his knees. It felt like a trance watching him take off the last thing keeping him decent, carelessly tossing it off the bed in favor of throwing a leg over him, fully straddling Seokjin with a shaky exhale.

Quietly, Jeongguk found purchase on Seokjin’s broad shoulders and held his gaze, and it became clear how perfectly they fit together. A moment passed before Jeongguk realized they were just—looking at each other. “Seokjin hyung?”

“Hm?”

“Aren’t you going to finger me?” A small laugh. “Your dick’s still hard.”

“Ah, sorry,” he said, reaching for the bottle of lube that his best friend conveniently brought with him on their trip. Truthfully, Seokjin started to feel out of it, even as he popped the cap open. “Got a little lost in your eyes or whatever.”

“That’s gross, Jin hyung.” They found themselves giggling, with Seokjin brushing his lips against his jaw, and Jeongguk tipping his head back to he could kiss more of his neck. “Ah, hyung. . .”

Seokjin suckled at the spot beneath his jaw, making Jeongguk swallow hard, using it as a distraction so that he could reach behind him and circle his slicked up finger around Jeongguk’s rim. He made a breathy moan and found himself spreading his knees further apart, lowering his hips. Even when they were like this, Seokjin found it hard to believe—even as he was sinking a finger inside and making Jeongguk shudder.

It was all so hot and arousing. Seokjin hadn’t felt such strong lust in a while, and it was to no one’s surprise that it was all because of Jeongguk—his best friend, who seemed to find joy in antagonizing him every business day, who seduced him while drunk, who whimpered and moan into his ear as Seokjin worked him open on two fingers, who was slowly grinding his hips down on his fingers.

Seokjin suddenly remembered what it was that Jeongguk wanted to begin with and so they kissed. They kissed again, and it was slow and indulgent, an underlying hunger fueling them, making them taste each other like it was the last thing they’ll ever have. Seokjin wrapped an arm around Jeongguk’s waist as he worked in another finger, biting his lower lip, occasionally grinding their hips together, his tongue occasionally darting over his piercing.

Jeongguk was starting to fall apart in his arms. Their kiss was devolving into nothing but hot breaths and desperate gasps. The room was getting too warm despite the duvet kicked towards the foot of the bed, their blood running hotter than ever, getting lost in their kiss.

Seokjin couldn’t wait any longer. He gave Jeongguk’s lip one last bite, squeezing his waist as he pulled his fingers out. “Jeongguk-ah, baby.”

He whined. “Keep calling me that, s’really hot.”

A hum of acknowledgement. Seokjin felt like he had to physically peel Jeongguk off him, but it pained him to do so, too—he enjoyed having their bodies so close together that they probably would have tried to get under each other’s skin if they had a choice.

In their mess of limbs, Jeongguk ended up falling back onto the mattress, dizzy with pleasure and hot with desire. Technically, they were laying on the wrong side as Jeongguk rested against the bunched-up duvet, and Seokjin didn’t even care enough to fix it. He was too focused on slotting himself between Jeongguk’s legs and decidedly taking his shirt off in the process.

It earned him an amused grin. Jeongguk shamelessly sized him up from top to bottom, watching Seokjin get a bit sloppy with the lube and using more-than generous amount to slick up his cock, using whatever excess to coat his hole instead. He had more finesse than this, but at least he could blame it on the alcohol.

As for how much Seokjin wanted to be inside Jeongguk—that was not a product of intoxication.

“Jeongguk.” Still, Seokjin didn’t hesitate to ask, “We’re okay?”

A firm nod. “We’re okay.”

“You’re not going to hate me in the morning?”

“Seokjin hyung,” Jeongguk said. “I think I’m going to love you by morning.”

It wasn't so much a reassurance. Rather, it was a confession, and the confession itself might have rid Seokjin of any doubt and guilt for wanting this as much as he did. Whatever he felt, whether it was strong adoration or simply just love itself, Seokjin didn't realize how much of it was conveyed through yet another bruising kiss.

He was careful with Jeongguk, made sure that he was comfortable and ready for him. Frankly, Seokjin himself wasn't ready, too caught up in his thoughts of giving him something to remember, but that didn't stop him. He clutched the duvet beneath his palm and used his free hand to blindly guide the tip of his cock to Jeongguk’s rim.

It shouldn't feel this pressuring, but then there was Jeongguk, who read him like the back of his hand, fondly pressing his palm to Seokjin’s cheek and forcing him to meet his gaze once more. “Hyung, please.”

Neither of them knew who tensed up first, who made the soft groan, who nearly gasped for air—Seokjin felt like his brain went blank and his vision blurred out of focus. Fuck, they were really doing this. He was intruding inside of Jeongguk, and it was both sobering and intoxicating how closer they were, closer than they had ever been before just when he thought they couldn't. It made Seokjin blush now of all times; he could feel heat radiating up to his face.

“Fuck,” and he was laughing. Seokjin genuinely laughed and he totally missed the way Jeongguk's dilated eyes watched him. “You feel so—you feel really fucking good, baby.”

“Oh my god, shut up.” Jeongguk said out of a reflex, but he meant no harm. It was if he was winded, his hole clenched around the girth of Seokjin’s cock as he slid his fingers into his hair, then around the back of his neck, until finally settling on his shoulder. “Don't call me that anymore, I’m weak.”

“If you're weak, then what am I?” Seokjin mused. He kept pressing in, making his best friend choke on a whine as their bodies slowly came together, until Seokjin stopped hesitating and bent him in half, filling him up all the way.

“Ah, f—hyung, hyung, you’re too much,” Jeongguk whined. “Seokjin hyung, what the fuck.”

“I’m not even doing anything?”

“Your stupid dick is too big.”

“I can pull out, you know.”

“Nooo, stay.” There wasn't even anywhere else for him to go, not when Jeongguk swallowed all of him and crossed his ankles behind his back, causing a slight shift of his hips that nudged his cock deeper inside. “Waited so long for you to fuck me.”

“You could have made it easier on both of us,” he huffed. “If you had asked me, then I would have done so anyway.”

“I don't think I can just drop a, ‘hyung, I think I’m in love with you and I think we’re soulmates, please fuck me to tears,’ on a random Friday night.”

“Wow, a love confession and you think we're soulmates?”

Jeongguk groaned and actually pinched his sides, making Seokjin yelp, twitching away from him. “Seokjin hyung, please just fuck me. I might cry if we drag this out any longer.”

“Okay, okay, sorry.” Seokjin laughed and found a better position for himself. He leaned over him, planting both hands on the bed before pulling his hips back, his cock that was dripping with lube sliding out with ease. Jeongguk was still so tight, still clenched around him as if his body wasn’t accustomed to his size, and the only way to get Jeongguk to relax was the obvious.

When he slid right back inside in one slow motion, unable to control his moans, Jeongguk whined high in his throat and pushed up so that their lips met in a messy kiss, all teeth and tongue. They’ve lost all self-preservation from the very moment their lips touched. Seokjin groaned into his mouth and started rolling his hips, knuckles turning white from where he gripped the duvet and possibly the bedsheets, too.

It was a mind-numbing kind of pleasure, the kind that made Seokjin seem almost kind of pathetic by how he desperately fucked into Jeongguk. Nevermind how good Jeongguk sounded everytime he cried out his name, Seokjin raised himself to grab the back of his thighs, pushing them back and bracing against them as he thrusted in deep and hard.

“F-Fuck, fuck, hyung.” Jeongguk looked so vulnerable like this, his legs spread open and trapped beneath Seokjin as his cock split him open, changing the angle that coaxed the loudest moan out of him. “Feels so fucking good, Seokjin hyung.”

“Yeah?” Seokjin breathed, digging his fingers into the meat of his thighs. “Is it what you imagined, baby?”

“Yes, more than that.” His head lolled around in the sheets as his body rocked with every thrust. “Fucked myself on a toy to the thought of you so many fucking times—hah.”

It felt like lava pool in his stomach and seeped into his veins, making him run hot with arousal. How many times did Jeongguk manage to successfully rile up Seokjin? Left him hot and flustered after dropping one suggestive comment after another? To a point where Seokjin found himself fucking a flimsy fleshlight wishing it was Jeongguk? It felt almost comical how long they made each other wait.

“God, you're so shameless,” he huffed, but he dipped his head to press a wet kiss to his lips. “Could have been getting fucked like this instead, huh?”

Jeongguk made a happy little noise, letting their lips brush against each other. “What? You never rubbed one out thinking of me?”

“Many times.” More than he cared to admit; it was pertinent information that he was not going to disclose and let him have the satisfaction of knowing. “Asked myself a couple times why I’m turned on by such a brat.”

“Hyung likes a—ah.” Another moan escaped him at a particularly harsh thrust, to which he glared at Seokjin. “—challenge.”

“Baby, why don’t you shut up?”

“Make me, hyung.”

And suddenly, all the pieces fell right back into place. Suddenly, they were the same as they were before—only this time, they threw in a few bonuses thrown into the mix. Suddenly, Seokjin remembered why he gravitated to Jeongguk so much, why he craved Jeongguk’s presence, why he seemed to let Jeongguk get away with so much crap, and god—it was all because he was in love, wasn't it?

Jeongguk’s wide and smug grin cracked the second Seokjin put his full weight down on him, completely bending him in half, and changed his rhythm—he slowed down and slammed into him with hard and deep strokes, making the lewdest noises of skin slapping against skin, of the wet squelching sound his cock made as he filled him up.

But the view—oh, the view being on top of him was delicious. Seokjin felt something possessive claw its way around his heart at the sight of Jeongguk’s teary eyes focusing on him, and nothing but him.

“Fuck, you're so pretty, Jeongguk-ah. It hurts to look away from you sometimes.” Seokjin praised. “You don't even know half the things I wanted to do to you.”

“You have me,” Jeongguk breathed. “Do what you want with me.”

Jeongguk could only make choked sobs. He lost all ability to form coherent sentences, let alone any words to describe what he was feeling. His neglected cock was leaking over his tummy, but he didn’t even have half a mind to touch himself, totally consumed by pleasure. Jeongguk’s eyes shut tightly, fisting the sheets, his hole tightening around him, his heart racing.

“Hyungie, hyungie,” he managed to say. “C-Close, ‘m so close, holy fuck—please.”

Abruptly, Seokjin let go of his thighs and brought a hand to Jeongguk’s face, gripping his jaw tightly that made his eyes open in shock. There were tears that slid down his temples, but they weren’t wiped away.

“Look at me, baby.” Seokjin could feel sweat rolling down his back, probably down his face as well, and he couldn’t find it in himself to care either. When Jeongguk met his gaze, Seokjin took one long look at him before anything else, appreciating the redness in his cheeks and the tears that clung to his lashes. “You wanna come?”

“Jin hyung, please,” he mewled. “Please?”

Seokjin leaned in and kissed his cheek, incessantly shoving his cock as deep as he could with every thrust. His head dropped to Jeongguk’s shoulder, panting against his warm skin, his orgasm building. “Please what?”

“Please let me come.” The plea never rolled off his tongue to easily. “Ah, hyung—come inside me, please?”

“Fuck, you want me to fill you up, Jeongguk-ah?” He groaned into his ear, feeling Jeongguk’s nails drag down his back. Seokjin’s abdomen tightened, his teeth clenching when Jeongguk tried pulling him impossibly closer, gripping his waist. “Yeah—mmm, I’ll give you my cum, baby. I’ll come deep inside you, hm?”

Jeongguk nodded fervently. His pretty little sobs kept tumbling off his lips, especially as Seokjin turned to his neck and bit down just hard enough that it must have hurt, and yet, his cock twitched between their bodies. Seokjin kept mouthing at his neck, suckling on his skin, bruising him. He was getting close, and Jeongguk might not even last another second.

Seokjin rocked into him. Jeongguk tried bringing their mouths together, but they couldn't even kiss properly when they were gasping and moaning in ecstasy, leaving their foreheads to press together for a moment. Their eyes met halfway and it was like a spell neither of them could break from.

“A-Ah, ah, hyung-ah, gonna come,” Jeongguk whimpered, peering up at him with teary eyes. “Oh my fuck—I’m gonna come, hyung.”

“Shit, baby, hyung’s gonna come, too—” He rasped, practically letting his head fall forward and bite down on his shoulder, making Jeongguk hiss from the dull pain as Seokjin’s girth dragged against his walls. “That's it, baby, fuck—come on hyung’s cock.”

As Jeongguk let out a broken moan, with hot spurts of cum making a mess between their stomachs, Seokjin groaned at the sensation, slammed his hips one more time, and his orgasm hit him in full-force. He stilled inside Jeongguk, grinding his hips, riding out the high of his climax. Seokjin nearly saw stars and let out a laugh of disbelief.

And to no surprise, Jeongguk kissed him again—gently, this time.

Trying to come down from something so intense, it was dizzying, and the room was already spinning. The only thing Seokjin really could do was kiss him back, let himself get lost in their kiss once more.

Jeongguk crossed his arms behind his neck as his knees practically fell open for Seokjin to rest his whole body on him—he was sweating. They were both sweating, both from the alcohol that lingered in their system and warmed their bodies, and the heat of their body temperatures. Seokjin's hair was slightly damp, but Jeongguk still carded his fingers through it anyway.

They kissed until their hearts slowed down, until Jeongguk’s hips started to twitch, until Seokjin was going soft inside him, and so he pulled out. Their lower halves were a complete mess and they wouldn't have it any other way. The only challenge left was to drag themselves out of bed to clean up.

Seokjin pressed his lips to Jeongguk's forehead, and finally, he collapsed right next to him, laying on his side. Jeongguk found the strength to mimic his position, watching him with his blissed out gaze. They laid there wordlessly, but they were grinning.

Seokjin chuckled. “Jeongguk, we forgot to use a condom.”

“Oh no,” Jeongguk said weakly. “Hyung, you’re gonna get me pregnant.”

Seokjin shoved him. Jeongguk shoved him back. In no time, they were giggling like fools.

In the late morning, when Seokjin finally felt like he could open his eyes without his head splitting open, he found himself squeezing something soft in his arms, and his face was buried in some place warm and smelled like soap—oh.

Oh, that’s right.

They must have settled together for the night and not move a single inch. Seokjin’s shoulder ached from where Jeongguk rested his head on, his back to his chest, his inked hand loosely holding Seokjin’s hand against his tummy. Even after how many minutes had passed, Jeongguk didn’t stir at all.

Not even as Seokjin nuzzled his face just a little bit more against the back of his neck, pressing a small kiss there, Jeongguk was totally passed out and unmoving, his breathing slow and steady.

In the end, Seokjin needed to use the bathroom. It took some maneuvering to get Jeongguk’s head on a pillow instead of his arm, not to mention untangling their limbs beneath the duvet, but he managed to crawl out of bed with a heavy head and even heavier body. Depending on how they might feel after eating lunch, they might have to go to the amusement park much later.

In the bathroom, Seokjin looked good. He looked tired, yes, definitely puffy, but he looked visibly—happier? Afterglow, was it? He felt silly even thinking so. Then again, he just had sex with his best friend of over a decade after years of his flirtatious advancements and several physically close encounters.

So yes, Seokjin felt fucking amazing.

When he returned to bed, Jeongguk ended up lying on his stomach and clutched a pillow in one arm. His back was exposed with the duvet pushed down to his waist, and Seokjin could also see a subtle bruise on his shoulder like this. He kissed that, and he kissed Jeongguk’s arm as he slid back under the covers.

It was when Seokjin draped an arm over his waist that Jeongguk finally showed some sign of life. “Mmm. . .Seokjin-ah.”

“Jeongguk-ah.” A tired chuckle. “It’s pretty much noon.”

“M’kay.” Jeongguk turned around so that he was also embracing him, hiding his face in the crook of Seokjin’s neck. It took another minute before he started takling again. “Can we still go out later?”

“Sure,” Seokjin answered. “Let’s just rest for a bit more.”

“Yeah.”

The room was still dark and it felt unusually cold, likely because Jeongguk often turned down the thermostat whenever they stayed in hotel rooms. Seokjin pulled the duvet up to his shoulders, trying to use Jeongguk’s body temperature to warm himself. It was nice. It was perfect, actually.

There was still a conversation to be had about—them, about where their friendship or relationship would go after this, how they were going to navigate the aftermath of it. But somehow, Seokjin didn’t feel anxious about it whatsoever.

“Hyung.”

“Mhm?”

“S’morning, right?” According to the clock on the nightstand, it was a few minutes past twelve. Jeongguk seemed preoccupied finding the most comfortable position to cuddle him, almost crushing him in his embrace. “Told you I’d love you by morning.”

Seokjin kissed Jeongguk’s cheek. “Do you?”

“I do.” A nod. “I think I always have.”

“I think so, too.” Seokjin said. “I love you.”

It went quiet for a moment, and then for another, and Seokjin almost wanted to glance down at him to see if was going to respond, but Jeongguk’s hold on him gradually loosened and—ah, he fell asleep just like that. Not a problem. They needed rest either way.

(Later, at the amusement park, Seokjin quickly learned how both everything and nothing changed at all, because Jeongguk still eagerly dragged him around to try out rides, goading him into trying the more extreme ones and then laughing at the photos that came out of it, with both him and Jeongguk visibly screaming at the top of their lungs.

Later, Seokjin also learned it felt different to hold Jeongguk’s hand, squeezing it—and perhaps Jeongguk felt it as well by the way he squeezed it back, smiling up at him with those same twinkling stars in his eyes before taking him to try out one of the food stalls.

Later, Seokjin learned that it was so easy to kiss Jeongguk, like it was just second-nature to him even when they had never kissed before until last night.

Later, Seokjin learned how quickly Jeongguk came apart in his arms as their bodies got tangled in the sheets.

Later, Seokjin learned that he must have loved Jeongguk for far much longer than he realized.

Later, Jeongguk learned how good it was to have Seokjin tackle him once again after numerous attempts at pissing him off, and hear him yell, “Brat, you are so lucky I love you!”)