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“Jeongguk?” Yoongi grumbles, hand going up to rub the sleep out of his eyes. He looks up at his clock, groaning when he sees the numbers 3:07. “Jeongguk, it’s three in the fucking morning.” The man whines, nuzzling his head back in the pillow. Why me, God?
“Shit, is it? Fuck, that means I’ve been playing video games for eight hours then,” Jeongguk says with a laugh. “Did I wake you?” Duh, asshole.
“Whayathink?” The elder grunts out, his words slurring together and heavy with sleep.
“I’m sorry, hyung,” Yoongi can practically hear his pout. Cute. “I was just bored and thinking of you. You can go back to sleep, I’ll call you later?”
Thinking of you. These three words shouldn’t have that much of an effect on Yoongi but they do. He’s known the brunette for a month now, and over that time they’ve grown so much closer- hanging out in their free time, getting takeout at Yoongi’s apartment after the gangster comes back from a long day, Yoongi helping Jeongguk with his college-level algebra homework since- according to Jeongguk- he was very, very gay, and very bad at math, and the two using the other to relieve their pent up frustrations and satisfy their needs- in simpler terms, sex.
And already, in that month alone, Yoongi has grown more fond of Jeongguk, has found himself wanting to spend more time with the younger, has caught himself being extra careful on jobs so he can live another day to talk to Jeongguk. Even Namjoon, the leader of his gang, has picked up on Yoongi’s change in behavior, which he had always brushed off as ‘just growing up’.
He is just growing up. Now that he actually has a friend outside of the gang, he should take more care of his life, right?
“‘S okay, I’m up now.” It’s okay only because it’s you. “Lemme guess, you’re playing that shooting game?” The gangster finds it ironic, how he spends his days shooting people without so much as a blink of the eye, yet here he is, scolding Jeongguk for playing a violent video game as if he was a kid.
“Overwatch, hyung.” And Yoongi can see the wide bunny-toothed smile, can see the cute little nose scrunch, can see the eye crinkles- it’s what Jeongguk always wears on his face, no matter the situation. It’s fascinating to Yoongi, how one person can just continuously be so full of life, so happy, in a world full of demons and darkness. How one person can constantly smile, even when dropping the ball thrown to them. Jeongguk is fascinating to Yoongi, and maybe that’s why Yoongi finds himself going back to the younger man. Maybe that’s why Yoongi finds himself picking up the phone, time and time again, even when he tells himself he should cut Jeongguk off. Should protect Jeongguk from him, and from the world itself.
But Yoongi is selfish.
“Don’t you have that test in the morning? Why aren’t you sleeping?”
“I’m stressed.” Don’t be stressed. “And also my insomnia is really acting up tonight.” Come cuddle with me, I’ll help you fall asleep. “Also I might’ve drunk like, four Red Bulls.” Okay, you absolute fucking idiot-
Shut up brain.
You’re literally talking to yourself but okay.
Sometimes I wish I could carve you out, put you on a silver platter, and eat you.
Cannibalism in all its glory. We love to see it.
Shut up.
You should say something.
Huh?
Jeongguk.
Oh shit.
“Jeongguk,” Yoongi says in a chatising tone, trying to shake the thoughts out of his head. He really spends way too much time in his own mind.
“Ugh, I know, self destructive habits, blah, blah, blah,” Yoongi just laughs, feeling sleep grab at his eyes again so he tries to wean the conversation to finality.
“You should really get to sleep.”
“But hyung,” there’s the whiny tone again, “I can’t.”
‘Well can’t you just, I don’t know, drink some tea or something?”
Jeongguk snorts. “Hyung, tea doesn’t work for me.” And Yoongi, in his sleepy daze, doesn’t register the idea that’s on the tip of his tongue at first- then he finally does, and he shoots out of bed, a smug grin etched on his face.
“I might know a way to help you fall asleep.” Yoongi smirks, and before Jeongguk could question the elder he quickly adds, “I’ll be over in ten,” and hangs up.
Precisely eleven minutes later- not that Jeongguk was counting or anything- he hears a knock at the door of his studio apartment, opening it to see Yoongi. The gangster doesn’t even say hello, instead he pushes Jeongguk back inside, closing the door behind him with his foot.
A second later and the two are in Jeongguk’s bed, their tongues practically being shoved down each other’s throat. Jeongguk’s already shirtless, Yoongi using that to his advantage as he lets his hands roam all over Jeongguk’s body. The latter wasn’t as fit as Yoongi, but he was toned- the faint beginnings of a six pack visible on his stomach, his biceps starting to shape out nicely.
He’s tugging Jeongguk’s bottom lip in between his own, biting and tugging at the soft flesh in a way that drives the younger insane, hands already working on taking off his sweats.
Within the next minute, there’s a new pile of clothing on the floor and Yoongi’s hand is wrapped around Jeongguk’s cock, stroking the length in long, languid strokes as the two kissed, Jeongguk completely falling submissive to the other in every aspect of the word. Their lips meshed together, tongues exploring each other’s mouth, hands memorizing every detail of the other’s body.
Yoongi’s lips move down Jeongguk’s bare chest, planting wet, open-mouth kisses to the bare skin. In the times they’ve gotten together, he finds that his favorite sight after sex is the younger completely wrecked, flushed, and marked up. He focuses on Jeongguk’s hips, biting and sucking hickeys on the tender skin, tongue delving into the dip of the younger’s V line.
“Yoongi, fuck,” Jeongguk is left gasping for air as Yoongi takes him into his mouth, his piercing tracing alongside the veins lining the brunette’s cock. The brunette loves Yoongi’s tongue piercing, lives for it- lives for the way the elder uses it to his advantage when pleasuring Jeongguk, lives for the way the metal feels against his skin.
“Ah, god, fuck.” He’s whimpering now, Yoongi licking across Jeongguk’s head, the piercing dragging alongside the slit with just the right amount of pressure that has Jeongguk’s brain going into overdrive.
Yoongi pulls off with a pop, his eyes meeting Jeongguk’s lust-filled ones as he licks down his length, pushing Jeongguk’s legs up before dipping down to press his tongue against Jeongguk’s hole, the younger letting out a contented moan as he throws his head back.
If eating ass was an Olympic sport, Jeongguk’s certain Yoongi would win the gold medal, easy. His tongue was skilled, delving in and out of Jeongguk’s tight hole, the spheric piercing deliberately catching on the rim of muscle every so often. The younger was falling apart under his ministrations, moaning and squirming with each thrust of the warm muscle, his hand tugging at the black strands as he pushed himself deeper onto Yoongi’s tongue.
Yoongi’s living, thriving for the way Jeongguk is already becoming a wreck under him. He loves the noises Jeongguk’s making, loves his sporadic movements as he tries to get Yoongi’s tongue deeper, loves the way his grip never loosens on Yoongi’s hair. He loves when he has to pin the latter’s thighs apart because the pleasure is overwhelming. He loves knowing he has this impact on Jeongguk.
Jeongguk feels it building up, feels that familiar feeling he always gets with Yoongi so easily and he moans the elder’s name out, reaching down to pump himself to his orgasm. Yoongi doesn’t let him though, swats his hand away before wrapping his lips around the tip of Jeongguk’s cock, and sucking hard like it was the last time he would ever get a taste.
Without any warning, Jeongguk’s shooting his load with a cry, a noise so loud he was certain his neighbors heard, and Yoongi pulls off with a smirk, kissing the skin on Jeongguk’s stomach.
The brunette eventually regains his breath and goes to grab Yoongi’s cock, but Yoongi stops him, planting a chaste, tender kiss on his lips.
“Hyung’s taking care of you tonight, babyboy,” Yoongi mumbles against the brunette’s lips, reaching for the lube that he remembers Jeongguk keeping in the top drawer of his bedside table from the last time they fucked in Jeongguk’s apartment. He also sneakily grabs the gun from where it rested under his jeans, knowing that just the feel of the weapon against Jeongguk’s skin was a guaranteed one way speedy ticket to orgasm town.
Keeping the gun out of Jeongguk’s sight was easy since his eyes were closed, so Yoongi tucks it underneath a pillow. He coats his fingers with the strawberry scented substance, warming it up a little before inserting a finger in the brunette.
Jeongguk just whines. He hated being prepped, especially when he was so horny- he just wanted to be stuffed full with cock as soon as humanly possible. But Yoongi was adamant on the prep, claiming that he wanted to break Jeongguk’s back, not literally tear his ass apart. So Jeongguk lets Yoongi prep him, just for the elder’s peace of mind. He still hates it though.
Soon enough, Yoongi is three fingers deep in Jeongguk, and the younger is whining, pleading for Yoongi’s cock, the filthy words sending arousal through the elder’s veins. And when Yoongi finally pulls his fingers out, Jeongguk is already getting on his hands and knees, his ass perked in the air, ready to take whatever Yoongi wanted to give him.
But instead of getting on top of Jeongguk like he always does, Yoongi just lays down instead, earning a confused look from Jeongguk. “Use me,” the elder says with a smirk, “you’ll tire out faster.” And Jeongguk’s eagerly getting on top of Yoongi, kissing the goddamn life out of the latter as he takes the condom out of Yoongi’s hand and rolls it on his length.
He sinks down slowly, letting out soft moans against Yoongi’s lips as he feels himself getting fuller by the second, and then he’s fully seated on the man’s lap, the gangster’s cock just barely brushing the surface of his prostate.
He starts out by moving his hips in tiny circles, and then soon enough he’s bouncing up and down, feet propped on the bed, his mouth opened into an ‘o’ shape as he uses Yoongi’s cock. Yoongi’s hands are steady on Jeongguk’s small waist, his nails digging into the skin as the pleasure takes over. Jeongguk rarely rides him, but god, when he did, he knew how to work his hips.
Jeongguk’s relishing in the slow drags of Yoongi’s thick cock against his walls, savoring the soft brushes against his prostate that he’s deliberately avoiding himself, basking in the waves of pleasure coursing through his body. Yoongi’s dick has become his favorite toy in the short time they’ve gotten together, and he always loved playing with it every chance he got.
Jeongguk’s hands roamed the broad surface of Yoongi’s chest, using his pecs as support as he rides Yoongi, his hips dragging slowly and steadily across the other’s. They’re both moaning messes now, immersed in each other and in the pleasure, and Yoongi pulls Jeongguk down for a kiss, the younger immediately inviting his tongue in.
“Hyung, I,” Jeongguk is stuttering just like his hips, and the elder understands, flipping the two over, Jeongguk now face down on the bed, his ass in the air for Yoongi to abuse. Yoongi smacks the globes of muscle a couple times, eliciting moans and soft huffs from Jeongguk as he wiggles his ass, wordlessly asking for Yoongi to get in him again.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck!” Jeongguk’s moans are muffled but loud as Yoongi’s pounds into him, hands gripping his sheets so tightly that his knuckles became a bright white. His eyes are squeezed shut, body overwhelmed with sensations from all over, mind filled with Yoongi.
Yoongi is pistoning his hips into Jeongguk with reckless abandon, in such a way that Jeongguk is completely broken, completely pliant, completely gone. The tip of his cock is abusing Jeongguk’s prostate over and over, and the pleasure is so intense Jeongguk is barely able to get any coherent words out, just chants of harder and Yoongi.
“Brought a surprise for you, babyboy,” Yoongi says in between grunts, and he reveals the gun from its hiding spot, Jeongguk’s eyes slightly widening at the sight of it and he smirks, cocking the pistol and holding it against Jeongguk’s head. He had made sure to unload the magazine before bringing it over, but only he knew the gun was empty, deciding that not telling the younger would be the better, more pleasurable choice.
Jeongguk knows Yoongi would never pull the trigger, but it doesn’t stop the familiar bursts of fear and adrenaline coursing through him, and he’s hot, horny, and feels so fucking good. He’s whimpering as he feels the gun drag down his spine, the coolness of the steel causing him to shiver against the mattress.
Yoongi’s thrusts are calculated, measured, as his cock drags along Jeongguk’s walls and fills him just right, as his tip uses Jeongguk’s prostate as its punching bag.
“Yoongi, ah-“ Jeongguk cuts himself off with a loud cry as he cums, his orgasm racking his body with such force he’s nearly screaming.
Yoongi follows shortly, filling Jeongguk to the hilt as he cums into the condom with a moan. He feels Jeongguk trembling under his grasp, and he lets out a weak laugh, rubbing the younger’s muscles as he slowly slid out. Jeongguk’s hole clenched around nothing and he whines, hating the feeling of being empty more than anything.
Jeongguk’s already dozing off when Yoongi emerges from the bathroom, a damp washcloth in hand. His heart warms at the sight of the younger man curled into a ball, half asleep, and he tries his best to uncurl Jeongguk without disturbing him too much. Yoongi manages to accomplish that, and cleans the sweat and cum off of the younger’s body. He’s about to plant a soft, tender kiss to the skin when he catches himself, frozen in place, lips just barely ghosting Jeongguk’s skin.
What am I doing? He’s thinking to himself. He never kisses Jeongguk outside of sex. Too intimate. He steps away from the younger, pulling his duvet over his body before walking back to the bathroom to dispose of the dirty washcloth. He couldn't stop thinking about what he had just almost done, his mind trying to make sense of why he nearly had a moment of affection and intimacy with Jeongguk, outside of sex.
They were just friends. Friends who had sex. Not lovers. Nope, definitely not lovers.
He stares at the shower door and groans. Normally, he would take a quick shower, but he’s so exhausted, it was nearing five in the morning. So instead of showering he decides to lay on the couch, figuring a quick sleep would benefit him before he heads home.
“What are you doing?” Jeongguk’s voice is soft, but clear in the silence of the small apartment, his lisp peeking through with the heaviness of sleep tugging at him. Yoongi looks up at him, slight confusion etched on his face.
“Well, I’m way too tired to drive back to my place, so I was gonna crash on the couch? Unless you want me out? Cause I can just sleep in my-“
“No!” The brunette quickly cuts the elder off. “I mean, um… Do you wanna come sleep… In my bed?” Jeongguk questions, his tired eyes still wide with that doe look in them, the look that makes Yoongi want to surrender to everything and protect the younger from society’s cruelty with everything in him.
“Oh…” Yoongi eyes the small, twin sized bed and then looks back up at Jeongguk. “Like… Cuddle?”
“Yeah? Unless you don’t… want to.” The interaction is awkward, and they both know it- but cuddling was a territory they had never encountered.
They never cuddled after sex. Never had a reason to, since they rarely fucked to the point of full on exhaustion. It was always fuck, clean up, eat, and chill.
Never cuddle.
“Um… I don’t mind.” And Yoongi is mentally slapping himself the entire way to Jeongguk’s bed. He’s mentally kicking himself when he asks big spoon or little spoon? in the smallest voice he has ever heard come out of himself. He’s mentally shooting his brains out when he gets behind Jeongguk and wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him close so that the younger’s back was pressed against his chest.
A million thoughts were racing through his mind, yet all of them kept pointing to Jeongguk.
Jeongguk, who wormed his way into Yoongi’s life with his gun kink in the middle of a heist.
Jeongguk, who’s never judged Yoongi for the life that he lives, and treats Yoongi like one of his college buddies.
Jeongguk, who brightened Yoongi’s day with his bunny toothed smile, and filled his mind with the melody of his laughter.
Jeongguk, who called Yoongi at three in the morning because he was thinking of him.
Jeongguk, who’s hand was currently wrapped around Yoongi’s in such a soft way that Yoongi could feel his heart melting.
Jeongguk, who, in the short month they’ve spent together, has already claimed a spot in Yoongi’s heart.
No, Yoongi thought, he’s just a friend. With benefits, sure, but still a friend.
Even as he drifts off to sleep with Jeongguk still on his mind, he’s convincing himself that the brunette is just a friend. Nothing more.
Yoongi wakes up around noon, momentarily panicking at the unfamiliar setting before remembering the early morning and how he fell asleep at Jeongguk’s place, and he laughs to himself, a contented sigh leaving his lips.
The raven haired man looks around the small studio apartment and pouts when he notices Jeongguk is nowhere in sight, backtracking for a second because why was he pouting? What?
The front door opens and on instinct, Yoongi’s getting into fight mode when he sees the familiar mop of brown hair, immediately relaxing back into the bed.
“Oh goodie, you’re still here! I brought us pancakes!” Jeongguk grins, holding up the bag of the foam take-out containers and Yoongi couldn’t help but smile, endearment in his expression as the brunette waddles over to him, dropping the bag of food onto Yoongi’s lap.
After Jeongguk washes up, they settled at the small table in the corner of the apartment, happily indulging in their warm, freshly made pancakes.
“How’d you do on your test?”
“I totally spaced.” Yoongi looks up to see Jeongguk jutting out his bottom lip, and the sudden urge to kiss his lips overwhelm him. Wait, what? No, Jeongguk and Yoongi only kissed when they wanted to fuck. But I wanna kiss him now.
Whoa. Weird. He shakes the thoughts out, suddenly remembering he was in the middle of a conversation and he looks up at the brunette.
“Jeongguk.” He puts on his best berating facade, but it immediately fades into a look of endearment when he sees Jeongguk pouting at him.
“Hyung,” he mimics Yoongi’s tone, a giggle erupting from his mouth at Yoongi’s scolding face.
“You should really study instead of playing that Underwatch or whatever it is.” He’s shoving another mouthful of pancakes in his mouth, eyes looking everywhere but Jeongguk.
“Overwatch,” Jeongguk corrects through a stuffed mouth. “You sound like my dad.” He adds once he swallows the food down. It’s a lighthearted joke, Yoongi realizes that, but it doesn’t stop the nagging feeling deep down in his gut.
Jeongguk doesn’t notice how Yoongi goes quiet after that, too engrossed with his pancakes to notice the elder deep in thought.
“Hyung?” Yoongi is drawn back to reality when Jeongguk waves his hand in front of the elder, a concerned look etched in his brows. “You alright there?”
“Yeah Guk, just thinking.” His smile is weak, unconvincing, but Jeongguk doesn’t pressure. Instead, he just licks the pad of his thumb, swiping the digit across Yoongi’s chin, collecting the bit of syrup that ended there. The touch is intimate, too intimate, and suddenly Yoongi’s heart is picking up speed.
He’s confused, so confused- confused as to why he wants to kiss Jeongguk and just leave it at kissing. Confused as to why he wants to take Jeongguk’s hand in his and never let go. Confused as to why he wants to hold him close, to protect him from the ungodly evils of the world.
Then it hits him, like a ton of bricks, and his mind stutters, malfunctions.
“Hyung?”
“Um, I have to go,” Yoongi stutters, scrambling to put on his clothes. “Thank you for the food, um, yeah sorry.”
And Jeongguk is frowning, not wanting Yoongi to go.
“Hyung, is everything alright?” The raven haired man takes one look at Jeongguk and his heart warms at the look of genuine concern and worry on his face, but he wills himself to look away, wills himself to put on his shirt.
“Yeah, I just, just remembered I have to do something. Uh, gang things.” Yoongi lies, and he’s always been a good liar- he kind of has to be, with his job and all- but his front is cracking, fizzling in front of Jeongguk.
He knows Jeongguk can see right through him.
“Oh, okay. be safe?”
“I’m always safe, Jeongguk-ah.” Yoongi finally looks at him, and they’re both smiling at each other, Jeongguk's bambi eyes wide and round, and god, why is he so cute.
“I know, I just, I worry sometimes.” Jeongguk admits timidly, looking down at his nearly finished meal.
And Yoongi knows, with the way his heart hopelessly flutters at that, that he is indeed fucked.