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The room is already hazy and warm. Jeongguk is seated stark naked on the bed, his back against the headboard, and he’s already half hard and breathing heavy from the way Yoongi shamelessly watches him on the other side of the bed. Yoongi’s on the other end of the bed, fully clothed, hands resting on his lap comfortably and leaning on the footboard.
Jeongguk meets his hyung’s eyes for any instruction.
“Relax. Just do it however you want it.” Yoongi says, and Jeongguk nods. “Just remember, Kookie, that I might not react as strong as you’re expecting.” The older reminds. Jeongguk’s confused for a second before it clicked. “We react on our arousals differently.”
Jeongguk nods again, exhaling deeply to relax himself a bit before he wraps his trembling fingers on his erection, tentatively giving himself a few short tugs. He is very much aware of the older’s eyes on him and is still relatively awkward about it. It doesn’t give him much confidence when he glances on Yoongi and the latter is just pointedly looking back at him.
It does make him a bit competitive. A competition with himself. There’s the need to overpower himself. How rewarding would it be to make Yoongi hot and bothered by just watching him get off? He smirks at the thought with his eyes closed, pumping his length slowly, teasing himself as he then fixes his eyes on Yoongi enticingly, panting heavily.
Yoongi just stares at him back blankly, and Jeongguk thinks he’s lost it even before everything started. He stops his movements and almost whines at the loss of contact or at the empty feeling towards the situation, or maybe both. “Hyung, I—I don’t think I can do it.” He sighs, hugging his legs to himself.
“Why, baby?” Yoongi replies after a while, moving closer to Jeongguk but still keeping a safe distance. “What is it?”
They kept silent; the ticking of the bed side clock louder than their breathing. Somehow, everything doesn’t feel right. Out of place. Maybe they shouldn’t have pursued this, especially right after the conversation earlier. Maybe they’re rushing things.
“Are…” Jeongguk starts. “Are you really okay with this, hyung?” He says, looking up at the older with much concern. “Are you really okay with everything?”
Yoongi’s eyebrows creases, clearly confused at the way the younger is acting. He sighs. “What do you mean, Kook?”
“This.” Jeongguk simply replies.
“If this is about the subject about my sexuality then please—“
“But hyung.” Jeongguk drones. “Please, please tell me if you’re uncomfortable about this. Please tell me if you don’t really like this. I promise, I don’t care about sex as long as you’re happy.”
Yoongi frowns, a bit worried and pleased at how Jeongguk could still think of Yoongi’s comfort at times like this. How could the younger be so selfless when he deserves the best in the world? He has been very nice and thoughtful for Yoongi. Always forgiving of Yoongi’s mistakes, actions, everything. Always ready to fill up whatever he’s lacking at. Always ready to embrace Yoongi.
“Hyung?” Jeongguk calls Yoongi in his daze, concerned yet again over Yoongi. He’s noticed that the older always does that; drown himself in his thoughts. Sometimes, possibly blocking out other people in his fence. “Are, are you okay?”
Yoongi closes the distance between them, trapping Jeongguk in his arms in a warm hug. “I’m sorry, Kook.” He grumbles. “I am so sorry.” He just kept saying sorry that it confuses Jeongguk.
“What, hyung? I, i-I should be the one s-saying sorry.” Jeongguk answers, resting his forehead on Yoongi’s shoulder, returning the hug. “Don’t say sorry, please.”
“I should have asked if you’re okay with this.”
“No! I, yes. I—I uh—” He lifted his head off of Yoongi to look at him directly on his eyes, his hands on the other’s cheeks. “I mean, I should be the one saying this, hyung.” He says. “I should have asked if you’re okay with this.”
“What do you mean if I’m okay with this? Why wouldn’t I be? I was the one who suggested this, kook, of course I’m okay. Why else would I not be?”
“I don’t know. I just really care so much about you?” Jeongguk states, blushing at his own words which mirrors on Yoongi’s face. “You might have only said it to please me? Because of this whole situation? Hyung, I honestly swear we need not to do any of this if you’re really uncomfortable—“
“Jeon Jeongguk, please shut up.” Yoongi cuts through, the other complying immediately. He sighs and picks on the duvet to shove them on Jeongguk’s lower half, covering his exposed dick. Srsly people. He sighs again. Yoongi has totally deciphered everything. “Look, Jeongguk. I am sure I want this. And I am sorry that I didn’t ask for your permission to do this. But I won’t break, okay? You always do this, you know? Making my comfort your priority? What about you, baby? What about your comfort? Your happiness?”
Jeongguk is just tearing up at this point, unsure of what to say, what to react. He kept himself on Yoongi, just hugging him. Everything is just too much. Too overwhelming.
Yoongi caresses his back, whispering at Jeongguk. “I’m really sorry, baby.” Jeongguk shakes his head, sniffing. “This must have been too much for you. I’m really sorry.”
“I-hyung—“ Yoongi just hushes Jeongguk when he tries to retorts.
“For now, I want your comfort to be the priority. I won’t take no as an answer so, stay here on the bed, okay?” He says, pushing Jeongguk off of him slowly, wiping the tear trail on his face. Jeongguk just pouts and nods his head. Yoongi gets off of the bed and goes straight to the closet to get Jeongguk a fresh set of clothes, then back to the bed to pass Jeongguk the shirt and a boxer. “I’ll be back, wear those. I’ll go grab a mug of hot choco and some snacks, that good, right? Your favorite?” Yoongi asks though he knows the answer, the younger smiles at him with a nod.
Before Yoongi could actually walk off, he felt a tug on his shirt. He looks back at Jeongguk only to see him looking fondly back at him. He looks so vulnerable and soft with his wide eyes, ruffled hair and an unconscious pout. Yoongi usually forgets that the other is still a kid. He’s barely an adult, he’s merely a nineteen-year old.
Yoongi smiles and kisses him on his forehead and crinkled nose. “Let me go, kid. Don’t forget that you held my face with the hand you just used to touch yourself.” He reminds as they both fell into a fit of laughter. “Actually, go freshen up yourself a bit. Take a shower and come to the living room, we’ll watch your favorite shows?” Yoongi suggests.
“Okay, hyung.” Jeongguk nods eagerly, then steals a kiss from Yoongi before running off to the bathroom inside their room. “Love you!” Yoongi could hear the younger giggling faintly as he heads to the kitchen with a wide smile stretching his face.
“I love you too, dork.” Yoongi whispers to himself.