Work Text:
jungkook glanced at his reflection in the mirror for what felt like the 34th time. maybe he shouldn’t have picked out his usual black-on-black attire for this occasion. maybe. he started fidgeting with the bottom of his long t-shirt, contemplating if he should change his outfit or not.
calm down , he thought. there’s no point in changing again when he’s seen me like this every other day.
but maybe yoongi didn’t like his usual outfits? maybe he would expect something a little sexier than a pair of black loose pants and jungkook’s trusty oversized black t-shirt? maybe he should’ve brought out the black skinny jeans that jimin swears that shows off his “man crushing thighs”?
jungkook sighed. yoongi was wonderful. he would never outright say he didn’t like something jungkook did out of malice. he just wasn’t like that. so maybe today wasn’t the day to bring out the man crushing skinny jeans.
the thing is, jungkook really liked yoongi. he really really liked yoongi. and so far, things have gone pretty good, if he said so himself. but still, he couldn’t help but think, what if everything wasn’t as good as he made it out to be in his head. what if it was only his own head turning everything into something that it wasn’t.
but so far, after all these weeks, all the dates, cuddles, kisses and butterflies flying in jungkook’s stomach and some (adorable) stuttering confession on yoongi’s part, jungkook had found himself with a boyfriend. and he was trying his damn best so everything would keep going as smoothly as it was. and jungkook was nervous. sue him. it was the first time yoongi had invited the younger to his apartment, and jungkook couldn’t help his own imagination from flying in absolutely all directions.
first came the “oh no he’s gonna break up with me after dinner” phase, which took place immediately after yoongi had muttered the words come to my house tomorrow, but then again, the rational portion of jungkook’s brain told him, why the hell would he invite you to dinner to his own apartment just to break up with you it’s only been a couple of weeks, you dumbass, which happened, a whole second after the first phase took place in his mind. and also, yoongi had made sure to kiss him breathless after asking him to come over.
so naturally, jungkook’s twenty two year old brain thought, oh ... he’s inviting me over so we can finally fuck, because, as a young man, of course that is naturally one of the first things he always thinks about. or is always thinking about. and some people with cat-like eyes and pretty pouty lips and deep voices that made him a little weak in the knees, were not making his life any easier.
and that’s why he couldn’t decide. maybe he should’ve let jimin dress him after all. but he didn’t trust that the tiny hyper blond man wouldn’t put him in some jeans that would cut off the circulation of his legs. while jungkook had already noticed his boyfriend’s special attention to his thighs, including how much he liked to run his hands over them (and leave jungkook sighing happily every time) he also did not want to look desperate. even if he was. but yoongi didn’t need to know about that. also jungkook was someone who valued comfort over anything (and also, easy access to his pants), so tight, fitted clothing was a no go.
while he stared at his reflection once more, and decided that he was definitely not gonna change, he was though, definitely set on getting some tonight. and he looked good like this. and yoongi had already seen him in worse condition before. so this was fine. this is okay .
with his hair, jungkook felt himself quite lucky today. the longer messy hair had decided to cooperate today, and when jungkook runned his hands over it, and styled just like he wanted it, it had actually stayed like that. so he was not about to tempt fate and try something else just for his hair to get mad at him and decide to not cooperate at all. so this is fine. it’s going great.
turning around, jungkook gasped a little while he looked at the time. he was already running late just because he couldn’t decide if this was his best outfit or not. but it just had to do.
picking up his phone, he left his room, thanking god he didn’t find his two lovely roommates going at it on the couch. (it happened once, jungkook doesn’t like talking about it. meanwhile, taehyung and jimin very much enjoy jungkook’s suffering, so obviously they bring it up every chance they get, asking him to just join them next time, with their biggest teasing smiles, and he flushes red). so he sprints out of his house, backpack with an extra pair of clothing hanging from his shoulder, keys in one hand and phone in the other.
it took jungkook exactly forty minutes to get to yoongi’s apartment building. while it usually took yoongi just under twenty minutes to get from his place to jungkook’s, it had taken double the time for jungkook, because him, being the attentive boy he is, had ended up taking the wrong bus, because he got distracted. because all he was thinking about was yoongi. so he embarrassingly had to text him letting his boyfriend know he was gonna be late.
me
hyung
:((
yoongi ♥️
baby? what’s wrong
me
im gonna be late im sorry
:((( i took the wrong bus
yoongi ♥️
oh bun it’s okay!!
i’ll wait for you
me
just wanted to let u know
ill be there in a few minutes!!
yoongi ♥️
its ok baby
can’t wait to see u ♥️
hurry!! wanna kiss you!!
and jungkook’s heart fluttered a little. being with yoongi had been, everything he wanted and so much more. he never understood how people would write him off as cold and distant, when yoongi was, a soft ball. but maybe that had more to do with jungkook than with anyone else. he felt himself blush a little just thinking about it.
but as he got closer to yoongi’s apartment building he felt himself getting more nervous. sure, he was confident in his looks and was very much into the idea of him and yoongi finally having sex, as the elder took quite the liking to making jungkook flustered every chance he got, whether that involved kissing jungkook breathless or whispering sweet nothings to him as they fell asleep, or actually, jungkook’s own imagination about yoongi’s pianist hands. but the thing is, yoongi loved to leave him with nothing but his hands to deal with it.
when questioned about why he wasn’t touching jungkook, after he was already sitting on his lap, willing and very into his boyfriend’s deep kisses, as he no doubt worked a new hickey onto jungkook’s pulse point, yoongi pulled his face away from jungkook’s neck, only to give him a pretty cocky smile and placing one big hand on jungkook’s upper thigh and squeezing, saying i am touching you baby, what do you mean?. and when jungkook whined that, that no, that wasn’t what he meant, yoongi just shrugged, and said, i wanna get it right with you , and that alone had managed to defeat all of jungkook’s defenses, and if yoongi wanted to wait, he would have enough patience to wait as well.
but it’s been three weeks since that, and jungkook was only human, with a very hot boyfriend, at that.
and as he walked up the stairs on yoongi’s apartment building, he felt his hands a little sweaty, rubbing them on his pants to ease up his nerves.
biting his lip he stared at the number on the door. 274. he knocked twice before hearing the sounds of the door being unlocked.
and there yoongi was, opening his door, with a smile on his face, white blond hair covering his eyes, and outfit mirroring jungkook’s almost exactly, with the exception of the black FG sweater that was certainly attached to his body by now.
“hi baby” yoongi said, one hand holding the door open and the other reaching out for jungkook, to which he happily obliged, intertwining their fingers together before pulling the younger inside and pressing a quick kiss to his boyfriends lips.
“hi hyung” jungkook exhaled, opening his eyes. “i’m sorry i’m late, i didn’t see what bus i was getting on and got lost” he pouted.
yoongi pulled him closer, and closed the door, never letting one of jungkook’s hands go, before reaching out to tuck a piece of hair that was covering jungkook’s eyes, and placing it behind his ear.
“it’s okay, kook-ah” he smiled, soft soft soft, soft enough to make jungkook’s heart ache a little. “i’ve been waiting for you” he said, poking jungkook’s cheek, where his dimple was faintly threatening to appear.
jungkook squeezed his hand, humming in agreement, biting back a smile.
“i missed you”
“we saw each other just yesterday” yoongi snorted.
“yeah, but i still missed you” jungkook pouted, “didn’t you miss me?”
“of course i did, bun, or else why would i ask you to come over? and stay the night with me?” yoongi replied, running his free hand through jungkook’s hair, tucking all the loose pieces behind his ear. it had become one of jungkook’s favorite yoongi mannerisms. how much the older seemed to like to touch jungkook’s hair.
and oh.. that also made jungkook shiver a little.
“alright” jungkook said, swallowing his words quickly so he wouldn’t stutter. “w-what are we doing?”
jungkook prayed that his face wasn’t every shade of red found in the world right now. having yoongi is such close proximity always managed to rend him a little shier than usual, a little bit more in love.
and to that yoongi pulled him to the living room, signalling jungkook to drop his backpack near the couch.
“i have something in mind” he replied, a little smugly.
jungkook exhaled, and allowed himself to be pulled to sit on the couch, next to yoongi. his palms were getting sweaty again just from being under yoongi’s intense gaze, so he looked away, taking in his boyfriends apartment.
yoongi had some plants near the windows, piles of books of everything jungkook could think of near the tv, and cds, all over the place. near a corner sat a keyboard and his laptop running some music device. and the smell of freshly made coffee lingering in the living room. the entire place had a brown tint, brown coffee table, brown couch, brown chair… it made the place feel like a home, rather than just a house. jungkook felt for a moment like he was in stepping into a very private part of yoongi, feeling a little intrusive for a moment, that this man he was growing so fond of, was comfortable enough to let him in like this, specially after learning how much yoongi valued his own privacy. it filled him with contentment. jungkook turned to look at the man diligently still holding his hand. observing how jungkook was examining the place, there was a faint pink tint coloring yoongi’s cheeks.
“it’s not much, but you know, it’s mine and, i-”
“i like it, hyung. it’s very you” jungkook cut him off. he noticed there was a squishy toy near the keyboard chair. maybe yoongi had nephews he still hadn’t mentioned to jungkook.
“thank you, bun” yoongi replied, gifting jungkook one of his small but sincere smiles, squeezing his hand a little “there’s something i need to tell you first”.
oh god, he really invited me just to break up with me. he is gonna dump me in his own home and i’ll have to go home crying in the rain, and.. an-
“whatever you’re thinking, it’s not that” yoongi quickly added, noticing how tense jungkook got in only a second. “i promise” he finished.
“ i was really starting to think you just invited me over to break up with me” jungkook whimpered, looking down at the hand yoongi was still holding. “well it was that, or.. s-something else”
“what? why would i do that?” yoongi questioned, disbelief clear in his voice.
“hmm, it really isn’t important, i just.. i just i don’t know, first i thought that you wanted to break up but then you kissed me, and distracted me, like you always do so i thought, hmm.. maybe we are finally going to have sex now and now i just got here and you got so serious so fast and iwasreallyjusttryingtogesometonight because i like you so much hyung, and the things you do to me are a little unfair, you can’t just call me baby and kiss me like you do and expect me to be okay i am not okay, alright? i just wanna kiss you all the time and it’s really really interfering with my life i just just... i just please just tell me already” jungkook said, all in a single breath, shoulders sagging a little, feeling red coloring his cheeks, wanting to do nothing but maybe hide his face forever.
“baby, please look at me”
jungkook didn’t reply, looking down, burning holes on the ground, feeling a little silly for dumping all his thoughts on yoongi like this.
“kook-ah” amusement clear on his voice. “hey, look at me”.
jungkook shook his head, ignoring how he could even feel how his ears were hot, till yoongi let go of his hand in favor of cupping jungkook’s cheeks with both hands.
“i really did invite you over to show you something, i didn’t think you’d want that to be my dick but…” yoongi chuckled, teasing jungkook, deeping the color in his cheeks. he smacked his arm a little, in retaliation, finally looking up. “baby, i really wanna show you something”
“okay, hyung” jungkook replied, trying to ignore his embarrassment.
yoongi leaned in, getting close enough to jungkook’s lips till they were a hair's breadth apart, lighting touching jungkook’s lips without really kissing him, softly massaging his cheeks with his thumbs, holding him close, but not close enough.
“mean” jungkook whispered, eyes closed, imagining the teasing smile that was adorning yoongi’s face. and to that - yoongi finally kissed him, properly, focusing his attention on jungkook’s bottom lip, opening his mouth and turning his head, as to deepen the kiss, chasing the warmth of jungkook’s mouth with his tongue, softly touching his bottom lip, leaving jungkook unable to hold back a soft gasp, tugging him closer, grabbing fistfuls of yoongi’s shirt.
yoongi had a way with kissing jungkook that always left him a little breathless, and while he took full advantage of that, it happened every time they kissed. it was quite unfair to have that kind of power (and knowledge of it), in jungkook’s humble opinion.
still, kissing him probably was jungkook’s favorite thing to do at the moment, even when he was left blushing and wanting more every single time.
yoongi pulled away first, much to jungkook’s dismay. “don’t be mad” he said before giving him one last closed mouth kiss, to compensate the pout on jungkook’s mouth.
“i want to introduce you to someone”
“do you by any chance have like, four kids that you forgot to mention and thought oh yes now is the best time to bring them up ?”
“well”
“oh my god you have kids?!” jungkook quickly interrupted him, shock written all over his face, big bambi eyes somehow getting bigger, his own hands coming to hold yoongi’s still cupping his cheeks.
“just one” yoongi replies sheepishly.
“what?!”
yoongi stood up, “wait here, i’ll be right back” he said, turning around and leaving the living room.
jungkook’s mind was spinning. yoongi was a dad? when had he even had kids? why didn’t he bring them up before? did he think that would scare jungkook away? why did he think now was a good time to bring them up after all this time? his rubbed the sweat off of his palms on his pants, trying to calm his raising heart. he was about to meet yoongi’s kid, and maybe (definitely) he wasn’t ready to face that at all.
oh my god, i am not ready to be a father, jungkook thinks. i can’t even take care of myself.
he could hear yoongi’s footsteps coming closer, indicating he was coming back. he tried, to the best of his abilities, to remain calm, to not look like he was about to freak out, or start doing jumping jacks in the middle of yoongi’s living room with all the adrenaline he felt running through his body. inhale, exhale.
turning around, heartbeat loud in his ears, he saw min yoongi, famously known as the coolest guy around, renowned pianist, always dressed in black, perpetually serious, (unless he was looking at jungkook), cooing at a small brown puppy, whom, in return, was positively licking his face happily.
jungkook felt like the air was knocked out of his lungs. yoongi had a puppy.
yoongi was cooing at his puppy.
he had referred to himself as a dad, because of his puppy.
for how wild jungkook’s imagination was, it had slipped him completely the possibility of yoongi having a puppy. he had pictured the older as a cat person, or a bunny person, considering how often the term “bun” left his lips.
“oh my god” jungkook exhaled. “you have a puppy?” shoulders sagging, tension leaving his body.
“he’s my baby” yoongi supplies, staring at the brown curly thing in his arms, running his hand from the puppy’s ears to his tummy. “i wanted you to meet him”.
and that, gets jungkook’s brain working again. “thought i was your baby” he says cheekily.
“i can have two babies” yoongi scoffs. and jungkook can’t help the fond smile that escapes him. he pats the spot on the couch next to him, eyes glued to the dog in yoongi’s arms, and when he’s close enough to sit next to jungkook again, “baby one” he boops jungkook’s nose “baby two” he finishes, booping the puppy’s nose.
jungkook’s flushes even more if that’s possible.
“you invited me over to show me your puppy?” jungkook asks, heart swelling to contain all the fondness growing inside of it. he reached out to touch the dog’s fur, who was now instantly smelling his hand. when deemed worthy, he got a lick and that was all jungkook needed to reach over and take the puppy in his own arms. “what’s its name?” he asked, staring down at the pretty brown eyes, trying to get up to lick his face.
“holly” yoongi smoothes his hands over to the puppy, carefully petting it as to not disturb both jungkook and holly. he looked half shocked, half immensely fond, that the younger seemed to have taken quite a liking to the dog already.
“holly” jungkook repeats. “who would’ve thought? min yoongi, has a tiny brown poodle he calls his baby” he smiles, teasing, looking up to catch yoongi’s gaze.
“i also have a bunny i call baby” yoongi smiles, all gummy and soft.
jungkook pulled the dog up to his face, choosing to ignore yoongi’s comment, letting him lick over his cheeks, giggling. “why didn’t you mention him before?” he asks. “i told you i loved dogs! i had 3 growing up! why are you hiding him from me?” jungkook asks, voice getting louder as he speaks.
yoongi comes closer, arms reaching over to settle on jungkook’s waist, smoothing his hands over jungkook’s stomach, pulling the younger closer and resting his chin on his shoulder, as jungkook holds holly above his head, eyes getting small like crescent moons, giggling softly.
“i don’t know, i wanted to surprise you” yoongi tightened his hold on jungkook, sighing happily. “thought you’d like to meet him in person instead of just through pictures” he leaned closer, placing a quick kiss to the juncture of jungkook’s neck and shoulder. “he’s only 3 months old, so i wanted you to see him while he’s still a pup”
“oh.. hyung…” jungkook pouted, “looks like we are never breaking up. i can’t imagine my life without your puppy from now on” jungkook teased. “i demand to see him everyday, and when that’s not possible, you have to facetime me and let me see him”
“let’s go back to you just being horny” yoongi scoffs, smiling. “hasn’t even been three minutes and you’ve already replaced me”
“sorry yoongi-hyung” jungkook said, not looking sorry at all. yoongi’s hands lightly rubbing circles on jungkook’s stomach.
“it’s understandable”
jungkook turns, beaming at yoongi. “i think i love him” he says, words whispered, as he places the dog down on his lap, where he properly jumps down, onto the couch. jungkook takes it as his cue to lean closer, to kiss yoongi.
“that’s sad” jungkook frowns. “and here i was falling in love with you” yoongi completes, shy glint visible in his eyes.
jungkook gasps a little, heart growing to make more space for this wonderful man next to him, looking at him like he hung the moon in the sky, who invited him over to make him meet his puppy, even though he'll definitely deny saying it means a lot to me, but jungkook knows better. knows the silent way yoongi shows his love, and he's left speechless, hopelessly falling in love with him too, not knowing how to put it into words - so he just hopes his kisses are enough to repeat them back to yoongi, the i am falling in love with you too, spelled on his lips as yoongi tugs him closer. the you make me so happy pressed onto yoongi’s neck, as he tries to kiss every inch of skin available to him. the i want to keep sharing things with you as his hands travel to keep yoongi’s head glued to his, the i want you, clear in the way his lips searched for yoongi’s and craved the warmth of his mouth.
even when yoongi started to let his hands his hands wander, and faintly letting them dip under jungkook’s black shirt to reach out and touch the hotness of the younger's skin, he found the willpower to pull away.
“hyung” he breathes, voice a little too raspy already, “we can’t do this in front of the baby”
yoongi groans, “good god, jungkook”.
jungkook giggles, standing up, offering his hand to yoongi. “come on, show me your room”
yoongi stands up, linking one hand to jungkook’s. “alright, time to show you something else” he finishes, voice all types of smug, pulling the younger closer.
jungkook beams, “finally”.
and it really is finally everything jungkook wanted, a little bit of fondness, a little bit of home, a little bit (a lot) of desire.
and a love blossoming under his skin.