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“And then if you carry the X value over, you’ll get?”

“Fuck,” Jeongguk stutters out, “uh… Thirty six?” His voice cracks as Yoongi shifts, the tip of the elder’s cock brushing against his prostate.

“Good boy.” A sickeningly, sweet grin forms on the elder’s face as he finally thrusts into the brunette, moans leaving Jeongguk’s lips as his head falls to rest on his arm, the pleasure starting to cloud his mind. 

He tries to get another pump out of the gangster, clenching around Yoongi and grinding down in the way that he knows absolutely drives the elder crazy; but Yoongi wasn’t having any of it. He tugs the brunette’s head back by pulling at his locks, bringing the younger’s head to rest on his shoulder. “Hey, focus,” he growls lowly as his free hand comes down to smack Jeongguk’s ass, causing the younger to shiver under him. The brunette clears his mind quickly though, and Jeongguk just looks back at him, his eyes narrowed.

“I don’t know if you noticed,” Jeongguk hisses, “but there is a fucking dick up my fucking- oh,” he cuts himself off with a moan as Yoongi rolls his hips forward, hitting a new angle dangerously close to the younger’s prostate.

“Give me lip one more time, go ahead.” Jeongguk’s tempted, he really is, but he’s also reminding himself every split second that he needs to ace this next test in his calculus class in order to pass the class in its entirety, so he keeps his mouth shut, bringing his attention back to the mess of numbers and equations on the paper. 

“Attaboy,” Yoongi reprimands him, and the praise does nothing to help Jeongguk’s focus, and neither does the long, thick length that’s been nestled inside of him for god knows how long now. 

Yoongi knows that he’s struggling, and although part of him reiterates to himself that he promised to help Jeongguk study, the other part wants to absolutely torture the younger. He starts to move leisurely, the slow drag of his cock against Jeongguk’s walls causing Jeongguk to absolutely lose his mind.

“Yoongi,” he moans out, grinding back on the elder as he feels his orgasm starting to build up deep down, so he grips the desk and shifts his focus entirely to chasing his climax, his assignment long forgotten as he starts rocking and grinding his hips back on Yoongi. The sudden change in pace briefly catches Yoongi off guard and he loses himself in the pleasure momentarily before halting the younger’s hips by firmly gripping his waist. The younger brunette just whines in protest, his entire body feeling like it was a ticking bomb, ready to explode at any second. 

“Figure out that last one and I’ll let you cum, how about that?” And Jeongguk’s quick to press his pencil to the paper, racking his brain for all the formulas and all the possible calculations he could possibly need to solve the last math problem. Yoongi’s bent over him, pressing kisses and biting marks onto the back of the younger’s shoulder, all while he moves his hips in small thrusts. 

“Oh my god, I got it.” Jeongguk’s eyes are wide as he looks down at the solved problems, and Yoongi briefly checks over them, his response merely a grunt as he pushes Jeongguk down so that the younger’s cheek is flat against the desk. He begins pistoning his hips into the younger and both of them are absolutely blown away at the sensation, Yoongi’s cock having been inside Jeongguk for nearly two hours now with minimal movement. Neither of them last very long, the two reaching their climaxes after barely half a minute of Yoongi‘s consistent thrusts.

The friends fell into their normal aftercare routine the minutes following, with Yoongi cleaning the both of them up and making sure Jeongguk drinks enough water and has a snack, the growing man needing constant sugary energy boosts throughout the day to keep him remotely sane and awake. Jeongguk’s still in a daze on the bed, a headspace Yoongi has grown fairly familiar with in the times they’ve gotten together. 

“Jeongguk? You still with me?” The elder laughs, taking notice of the brunette’s spaced out, glossy-eyed, blissed out look. 

“Hmph,” was the grunt Yoongi got in response, the brunette’s face buried in one of Yoongi’s favorite pillows. His heart warms at the sight before he could do anything about it, and he threads his fingers through the brown locks, a soft smile on his face. They’re quiet like this, with Jeongguk leaning into the touch, Yoongi happily continuing his movements. 

“Thank you, hyung,” Jeongguk’s laugh is breathy, his lungs still trying to grasp the concept of air even after what felt like an eternity. Yoongi laughs as well, shaking his head. 

“You know, when I said I would help you study for your exam, this was not what I had in mind.” He looks at Jeongguk pointedly, an eyebrow raised. The younger just giggles, a slight blush creeping up his cheeks as he shyly avoids Yoongi’s eyes.

“Well, it worked, didn’t it? I finished my review sheet!” And Yoongi can’t help but feel endeared by the younger man as he rolled his eyes, a fond, gum-bearing smile on his face.

“Whatever. Takeout or pizza? My treat.”

Jeongguk ends up picking takeout, so that’s how the two end up fully satisfied on Yoongi’s couch, bellies full to the brim with greasy Chinese food and cans of beer. 

They don’t realize the late time until Jeongguk’s phone buzzes with a calendar notification, reminding him of the upcoming exam he would have later that day. 

“Fuck, I should get back to my place.” So he helps Yoongi clean up, and within a few minutes he was all ready to go, a pout forming on his lips as he stared at the ground. 

“Hyung, I don’t feel confident,” he sighs, and Yoongi rests a hand on his shoulder, rubbing tenderly. 

“Hey, it’s just a score at the end of the day. Just, do your best, okay?” Yoongi smiles, his gums peeking from under his upper lip, and Jeongguk nods, a warm, bunny-like smile of his own shining on his face. 

“I will. Thanks for helping me study.” Yoongi snorts, shaking his head as he just gently ushers the brunette out.

“If you wanna call that studying,” his tone is chiding, but the smile he wears contradicts it, shoulders shaking as he chuckles.

“Hmm, studying is my new favorite hobby,” Jeongguk teases. He’s finally out of Yoongi’s house, but he doesn’t wanna leave, not just yet. Honestly, he just wants to stay and cuddle and possibly go for another round, but the responsible part of him tells him that he should go and get some sleep before his exam. So with a pout, he turns on his heels, walking down the dimly lit pathway to his car.

“Good luck!” Yoongi calls out after him, a smile on his face. “Let me know what you get.”

“I will. Goodnight hyung!” Jeongguk is cheerful as he skipped away to his car, Yoongi watching the younger with an endeared smile on his face. Once the brunette had driven away, he closed his door, making sure all the locks were in place before heading up to his room. He decided against a shower in that moment, feeling sleep tug at his eyes so he plops on his bed, a soft oof leaving his lips at the impact. 

The night flew by relatively quickly, Yoongi still feeling tired when he woke up. He checks his clock, sighing at the 10:09AM that shone on the screen. It’s still too early for him, his body begging for just a few more hours of sleep, but he pushes himself out of bed anyway, leaving the warmth behind for the early morning chill of the approaching fall season. 

His morning routine was the same every morning- shower if he needed to, brush his teeth, get dressed in his usual, all black, jeans and hoodie outfit, make himself a cup of coffee, forget that he hadn’t eaten anything yet and grab the bare minimum of food- a granola bar- and then makes his way over to the clan’s warehouse.

And while Jeongguk was away taking his calculus exam that he had studied very diligently for, Yoongi was with his gang, carrying out a collection request from their boss. It was more of a recovery mission, their target having stolen shipments of goods from one of their clan's secret warehouses. On the mission were Yoongi, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Chan, Minho, and Jeongin, their youngest and newest gang member, a recently made man. Yoongi had already taken a liking to him, the gangster being both easy to work with and incredibly skilled with knives, which had fascinated Yoongi the moment he saw him in his element. He wanted to learn a thing or two from him. 

Even though they were all in the same clan, they had different groups, gangs that often went on runs and heists together. Yoongi was almost always with Jimin, Namjoon, and Taehyung, the four being known as Bangtan, because of their surprising tendency to avoid bullets and being shot at like the plague. For larger missions, the families would come together, but for the most part, they stayed separate, everyone naturally gravitating to their own groups most times.

“Okay, Jeongin, Chan, you two are gonna come in from the east end, that’s the only other entrance. If you see men, take them quietly, we don’t need to alert Hyejoon this early. Minho, Jimin, you stay up in the shadows, and shoot anybody you see coming. Yoongi and I are gonna go in and track down the shipments, and kill anyone we see along the way. Once the coast is clear and Taehyung gives us the go ahead, we start transport. Clear?”

To everyone’s surprise, the heist runs smoothly with barely any hassle, bodies dropping like flies as they breezed throughout the building. With Taehyung’s go-ahead, they recover the stolen shipments and make their way back to the warehouse that their boss had said to drop the shipments off at. 

“I just wanna say that Hyejoon’s men were stupid as fuck, they barely put up a fight,” Jimin laughed, the rest of the gang nodding and chuckling in agreement. 

“I was actually quite bored if I’m being honest,” Jeongin spoke up, “like, two of us could’ve easily done that in under ten minutes, tops.”

They chat like that the rest of the way to the warehouse, catching up on each other’s lives- the younger members talking about their university life outside of the gang, Yoongi’s mind drifting to Jeongguk; Jimin and Taehyung talking about a date they went on recently, Yoongi’s mind also drifting to Jeongguk; Namjoon talking about a bunny that he had found and fed in his front yard, and yes, Yoongi’s mind, once again, drifted to Jeongguk.  

It seemed that no matter what, Yoongi’s mind was always focused on Jeongguk- his bunny-toothed grin, his nose scrunch, his infectious giggles, his warm body, his soft lips. It was becoming an alarming problem for him at this point, the rate at which he was growing attached to Jeongguk. He knew that he couldn’t do anything, the risk that the younger would be in just by being together always at the forefront of his mind. He was a part of the biggest gang in South Korea- there was absolutely no way he could guarantee Jeongguk’s safety if the two were to date.

But god, Yoongi wanted nothing more than to be able to wake up next to Jeongguk every morning, to hold his hand in public and go on cute dates, to spoil him endlessly, finally put a use to all the money he has piled away in an offshore savings account. He just wanted to be able to call him his, to call him whenever he wanted to without feeling like he was coming across as clingy, or even a burden, thinking that the other wouldn’t want to talk to him.

He looks at Jimin and Taehyung, the two happily chatting away, their hands interlaced. They were different- both of them being in the maifa, knowing and willingly accepting the risk of being together. And he was happy for them, he really was, but he couldn’t help the pangs of envy and jealousy that punched through him every time he watched them kiss, every time he saw their hands together, every time he watched the way they would look at each other when they thought no one was looking. 

He never felt that way before when they first came out to the gang, never really caring much about relationships and love in general. But then he met Jeongguk, and now it’s all he ever thought about, and he hates it. He’s never had feelings this strong before, not in his entire life. And sometimes, he regrets ever taking Jeongguk to that damn bathroom, because he could have easily avoided this whole dilemma. He could’ve easily still been the cold-hearted, no weakness gangster he’s been for nearly a decade now. He was reckless during heists- letting himself get injured left and right, scarring his body simply because his dedication and loyalty to his gang took top priority in his mind.

But now that Jeongguk’s come into his life, he’s been more careful. He’s been slacking on missions, walking away without so much as a scratch because he knows Jeongguk hates the sight of fresh wounds. He’s cancelled plans and made up lies to his members just to hang out with Jeongguk, falling victim to his wide bambi-like eyes and his adorable pout even though he’s told himself multiple times not to let his weakness show. 

He has to cut him off- before it’s too late.

After arriving at the clan’s main warehouse- really, on the outside, it looked like a mansion- the four gathered in what they referred to as their headquarters- really, it was just a room filled with arsenal, Taehyung’s tech stuff, and a shit ton of alcohol and food. Also, a giant plasma TV that they had stolen. It was pretty much their home away from home. 

“That’s what I call success! Drinks on me tonight, mates! Cheers!” Namjoon cheers, wrapping his arms loosely around the two younger gang members. 

“Good lord, British Joon is back.” Jimin laughs, his attention still on his gun. He delicately swiped the cleaning patch across his rifle, making sure that each nook and cranny was left spotlessly shining. He loved his rifles, always treated them like they were his own children. 

“Yah, just because I spent two years in England doesn’t make me British,” Namjoon tries rebutting, but the gangsters just look at him for a silent second, chuckling as they go back to their respective tasks.

“Sure, mate,” Taehyung mocks, laughter erupting amongst the other three. “Hey, how about we go to that place, Cherry Bomb, tonight?” And with sounds of cheers and agreements, they all start to finish up their tasks, eager to get some alcohol and fun in their systems.

It isn’t long until the gang arrive at the bar and are led to their secluded booth upon arrival, the bouncer already knowing full well who the group was. They all get their usual orders, drinking as soon as the glasses hit their table. Jimin and Taehyung were planning on getting absolutely wasted, while Namjoon just wanted to feel a buzz. Yoongi, on the other hand, wasn’t too interested in drinking that night, sticking with his usual glass of whiskey, a plan to nurse it for the entire night. 

By the end of the group’s first hour, the two youngest members were already gone, their words slurring together in incomprehensible sentences as they attempted to communicate with each other, somehow miraculously understanding what the other was saying. Namjoon was nowhere to be found, the leader having mumbled to Yoongi that he was looking for a lay that night, the eldest giving him a face of disgust before shoving him out of the seat, laughter erupting out of the two. 

Yoongi was still seated in the same chair he’s been for the past hour, only this time, there was a lady on top of him. They had locked eyes earlier, and Yoongi just motioned her over with a smirk. He could use the distraction to be honest- a certain brunette hadn’t left his mind all day and he needed to change that. 

Yoongi’s eyes drifted down to the woman’s ass as she grinded against his crotch, clearly exaggerating her movements and sounds, but Yoongi didn’t mind much. Clearly, she just wanted a fuck, which was perfect for Yoongi. He didn’t need another repeat of what was currently happening with Jeongguk. 

He takes a slow drag from the cigarette perched up on his lips, allowing the subtle burn to settle in his lungs, breathing out the smoke slowly as he felt his tension slowly seep away. The woman is straddling him now, red lips attached to his neck, sucking bruises eagerly into the skin. 

Yoongi tries to get lost in the feeling, hickeys usually being one of his favorite things to receive, but he can’t help but feel uncomfortable, wanting a different pair of lips on his neck instead. A specific pair. That thought alone made Yoongi groan, the woman thinking it was a sound of satisfaction, but really, it was frustration- Yoongi couldn’t stop thinking about him.

He needed some way to forget him, needed some way to make it easier to take him out of the equation of his life. He figured a couple one night stands couldn’t hurt- it was like weaning off an addiction with a substitute, only his addiction was Jeongguk and the substitutes were random drunk strangers in a shady nightclub.

Then his eyes land on an all too familiar mop of brown hair and dangly earrings and Yoongi nearly chokes on his drink, not expecting to see the other in an environment like the club at all. Thankfully, the younger seemed to be preoccupied so he hadn’t noticed Yoongi yet, which meant that Yoongi could just sit back and watch the younger from a distance. 

There was absolutely no reason for Yoongi to be watching Jeongguk the way he was, but god, he could not take his eyes off the younger. The lady currently seated on his lap seemed to take notice that he wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention to her, and with a huff, she leaves him. Yoongi doesn’t care, his eyes still fixated on Jeongguk. 

He watches as Jeongguk lets himself loosen up to the music, dancing with who Yoongi presumed to be the friends he had gone there with. One of them was taller than Jeongguk, his shoulders about as wide as the doorway that they came through. His features were soft though, eyes disappearing behind crinkles of skin as he smiled and laughed, his head tossed back. The other was just a few centimeters shorter than Jeongguk, and he was on the skinnier side, a bit leaner than the two bodies he was next to. His smile was heart-shaped, Yoongi noticed, dainty hands clapping together as he laughed at whatever Jeongguk had said. 

Cute, Yoongi thought as he eyed the two other men, but his eyes kept going back to Jeongguk, watching the alluring way his body moved to the beat, slow rolls and soft grinds against his friend as the beat grew heavier and heavier, the bass vibrating through the speakers. 

“Yoons? What you so worked up over?” Jimin laughed, the sound still easily heard even over the loud turbulence of music. 

“Huh?” And it wasn’t until Yoongi looked down and realized that his grip on his glass was white-knuckles tight, his cheeks flushing a deep red as he loosened his hand. “Nothing, just thinking of that bastard, Munhoe. He nearly cost us our heist.” He lies smoothly, letting out a frustrated huff just to make it more believable. Jimin hums in agreement, returning to whatever conversation he was having with Taehyung.

Yoongi stared at his own hand like it had offended him, trying to think about what really got him mad. Then he looks up to where he last saw the brunette, and oh.

He’s making out with the shorter guy. 

It’s whatever, it’s not like we’re exclusive, he tries to repeat to himself, bitterly sipping at his whiskey as he eyes the two. He watches Jeongguk’s tongue disappear into the other’s mouth, and he remembers how the brunette loved messy kisses, kisses that had their spit dripping down their chins, kisses that always left the two of them breathless and wanting more. 

He tries to rid his head of these thoughts, thinking about literally everything else but Jeongguk against him, their lips attached, bodies so close together that not even air could pass between them, his hands caressing Jeongguk’s soft, perfect ass. And god, he especially tries not to think about Jeongguk’s ass- about how it feels against him, how it feels so warm and tight around him, how it feels so full and soft in his hands. 

He can feel himself growing harder with each thought, groaning softly as he realizes he’s gonna have to find a way to hide his erection and escape without his gang mates seeing. He looks at Jimin and Taehyung, and luckily, the two were too engrossed in their drunken make out session to even register anyone else. He looks for Namjoon, who he finds on the other side, talking to some girl he had never seen before.

Now’s my chance, he thinks and with one last scan of the area, he bolts to the bathroom, sighing in relief to find it empty. He walks over to the sink, turning it on to splash cold water on his face. Fuck, he groans, gripping the edge of the porcelain as he stared at his reflection.

He was falling, and he was falling hard and fast, no matter how much he tries to deny it, tries to stop it, tries to will himself to push the younger away.

“God, I’m fucking stupid,” he huffs out, rubbing harshly at his damp face.

“Hyung?” He hears a familiar voice, and he stills, hoping that the pounding of his heart wasn’t that audible. Part of him wished the ground would just swallow him whole, and the other part wishes he could just go back in time and never come into the bathroom in the first place.

“Hyung, are you okay?” Yoongi feels a hand touch his shoulder and he nearly melts, fire on his skin where the two made contact.

“I’m fine, Jeonggukah,” and the elder finally turns, finally sees the brunette up close for the first time that night. His pupils are blown, doe eyes wide as usual. His soft, pink lips were now a swollen red, bitten raw by whoever he had been making out with earlier. His neck was littered with hickeys, hickeys that Yoongi didn’t leave, and he feels a hand around his heart, squeezing and tugging. 

“Are you sure? I don’t know what happened, but you’re not stupid, hyung,” Jeongguk’s smile is soft, eyes sparkling under the cheap fluorescent lights. Yoongi had always loved that about Jeongguk’s eyes, how they looked like they held the entire galaxy in them, stars dotted around the twinkling eyes. 

“I was just… Gang stuff,” he lies, and he feels bad about it, really- but how could he admit to Jeongguk that he called himself stupid because he was falling in love with him?

“What are you doing here, anyway?” He tries shifting the topic, hoping Jeongguk would leave it alone now, and to his relief, he does.

“I was celebrating an A on my calculus exam,” he states with a proud grin, Yoongi smiling and clapping for the younger.

“Looks like our studying paid off,” the elder smirks, and the younger laughs, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s neck. It’s obvious that he’s had a little much to drink, with the way he’s stumbling and leaning against the other, and the strength of the fruity vodka smell that’s coming from his breath.

“Hmm, maybe you should help me study for chemistry next.” Jeongguk says with a big, idiotic grin plastered on his face.

“Chemistry? That was my favorite subject in high school, I can totally help you with that.” The expression on the raven haired man’s face is a mixture between serious and happiness, and Jeongguk can’t help but coo, thinking that Yoongi had looked absolutely adorable at that moment.

“Nerd,” The brunette teases, laughing as he boops the other’s nose, cooing at the red blush that appears on his cheeks. 

“How did you know I was here?” He suddenly asked, remembering how Jeongguk just happened to come in just after Yoongi.

“Huh?”

“You came in here after I did.”

“Oh, fuck, I forgot I had to pee,” Jeongguk laughs, peeling himself off Yoongi as he walks over to the urinal. Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head and he turns to give the other some privacy, a thought popping into his head.

“Doesn’t this remind you of something?”

“Huh?”

“The day we met,” Yoongi laughs, and realization hits Jeongguk, and he’s laughing, resting an arm against the wall for support.

“God, that day was insane.” The elder’s grinning now, memories of their first meeting flashing through his mind in bits and pieces. 

“Yeah?”

“I went to the bank to deposit my paycheck and I ended up getting the dicking of my life in the middle of a robbery,” he laughs, making his way to the sink to wash his hands. He’s close to Yoongi now, and the elder gets a whiff of the younger’s fruity perfume, the scent strangely comforting him, despite how fast his heart was beating.

“Please, it was not that mind-blowing.” Yoongi’s laughter doesn’t hide how affected he is, so now Jeongguk is looking at him, an eyebrow perched in curiosity.

“Are you kidding? I came so hard I swore I saw Jesus himself.” Yoongi snorts, clapping his hand over his mouth as he muffles his laughter.

“Not to mention you also found out you have a gun kink.” The brunette’s cheeks flush a deep red, and Yoongi has to bite his lip to keep from squealing in adoration. 

Yup, he’s fucked.

“Ugh, fucking hottest thing on Earth, everyone should have a gun kink.” And Yoongi’s trying not to burst out laughing, covering his face with his hands as he attempts to muffle his giggles. But he fails, Jeongguk’s loud laughter nudging him on as he starts to laugh harder, the two leaning against something for support.

“You know… We could always recreate that day.” The gangster can already tell where this is going, with the way Jeongguk is walking towards him, hips swaying seductively. He can already see the lust in Jeongguk’s eyes, the way his eyes grow more and more hooded with each step he takes. Yoongi’s mind screams at him, tells him not to give in, tells him that he should just push Jeongguk away and go back to drinking.

But god, he’s a weak man. 

“Yeah? Want me to stage another robbery just so you can get ‘the dicking of a lifetime’ again?” Yoongi’s teasing lightly, but the tension between the two was too thick to laugh. They’re practically breathing each other’s air now, Yoongi’s large hands falling to Jeongguk’s slim waist, and Jeongguk has to fight back a moan because maybe , just maybe he has a thing for Yoongi’s hands, and the way they make him feel like he’s small, even though in reality Yoongi’s only a few centimeters shorter than Jeongguk.

“Hmm, or maybe just fuck me right here, right now,” the brunette smirks, his lips ghosting just over Yoongi’s. The elder decides to tease, leaning in only to pull away at the brush of their lips, Jeongguk whining as he chases after him. 

“Yeah? What about your little boy toys you got waiting out there?” And Jeongguk just gives him a smug expression, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip, the soft tissue being sucked between his teeth afterwards.

“You were watching me? How much did you see?”

“Hm, saw your pretty little lips on his…” Yoongi runs his thumb across Jeongguk’s bottom lip, slowly dragging it down. “Pretty little lips that are supposed to be on mine- wanted them wrapped around my cock too.” Jeongguk’s lips wrap around Yoongi’s thumb, the younger letting out soft moans at the possessive growl Yoongi lets out as he thrusts his thumb deeper.

“Hyung, I-”

“And I saw the way you were all up against him… I sat there wishing it was me instead. Kept thinking about your perfect little ass.” Jeongguk lets out a sharp exhale as Yoongi cups his ass, his hands sliding underneath the thin material of Jeongguk’s jeans as he squeezes. Jeongguk’s so turned on at this point, the thought of someone walking in and seeing them only spurring him on more.

“Hyung,” Jeongguk breathes out, eyes fluttering shut as Yoongi’s hands trail up and down his body, the slow drag of his fingers causing goosebumps to appear wherever he touched. 

“I was so close to getting on that floor and fucking you right there, show everyone who you really belong to. Who the only one who can make you scream is.” And that’s all Jeongguk needs to lose every ounce of self-control, letting out soft whimpers as he grinds against Yoongi.

“You, Yoongi, it’s all you. Please,” Jeongguk stutters, rutting against Yoongi, his hips picking up speed with each grind, “I need you.”

“Need me? You didn’t look like you needed me back there,” Yoongi growls, his grip firm on the younger’s waist, keeping Jeongguk steady despite his desperate movements. 

“Please please please please please,” the brunette moans out, desperately needing something against his achingly hard cock, something to grind against, Yoongi to grind against.

“Meet me outside in five.” And Jeongguk’s left gasping and whining as Yoongi walks out of the bathroom smirking, making his way over to the table where his friends currently were.

“Hey, I’m gonna head home. Not really feeling the scene tonight.”

“Hmm, don’t forget protection,” Jimin says simply, and Yoongi laughs, shaking his head at Namjoon who just looked at the two with a disgusted expression.

“I don’t even wanna know. See ya,” he just grumbles, Yoongi shooting him a smug grin and he walks out of the club, his eyes immediately landing on Jeongguk, leaning against a lamppost.

The two met, Yoongi promptly taking Jeongguk’s wrist and dragging him to his car. He’s only had a few sips of whiskey, so he knew he was the only one of the two stable enough to drive.

“You didn’t drive here tonight, right?” 

“No, Hoseokie hyung did.” The two are against the car now, Yoongi practically hiking Jeongguk up with his hands on the younger’s thighs, their crotchs pressed firmly together.

“Good,” is all he utters out before pressing his lips to Jeongguk, the younger almost instantly melting into the kiss and parting his lips, granting access for Yoongi to lick into his mouth. That’s what he does, licks into his mouth and tugs at his lips, grinding his hips against Jeongguk’s, their erections growing more and more prominent with each brush of friction.

“Get in.” Jeongguk obliges, getting in the car as Yoongi jogs over to the other side, scanning the area quickly before getting in. Jeongguk tries to reattach their lips again, even with the low division between them, but Yoongi just presses a finger to his lips, the younger whining at the rejection.

“Patience, babyboy.” He starts to drive, and they’re both silent for a few minutes, the tension in the air sending want and anticipation through their bodies. Jeongguk is squirming in his seat, clearly trying not to touch himself as his hands rested near his rock hard cock, squeezing at his thighs.

“Can I suck your cock now?” Yoongi has to grip the steering wheel to control himself, taking a few stabling breaths as his eyes fixed on the road. 

“Fuck, don’t say things like that when I’m driving, Guk,” he breaths out, a wave of arousal coursing through his body. The idea of Jeongguk giving him road head has him nearly dazed in the head, the thrill of being seen by anyone driving by sending blood straight to his dick. Yeah, maybe they both had a little thing for exhibitionism. 

“But I really wanna taste you,” he whines, the squirming he’s doing just screaming how horny and desperate he was. 

Yoongi’s decided he’s had enough of the younger’s whining, shoving two fingers into his mouth to shut him up. The angle is awkward, but they don’t care, Jeongguk moaning around Yoongi’s fingers as if it was his cock instead, his tongue swirling around the digits. He was satisfied with having something in his mouth, his hand going down to palm himself through his jeans for some form of relief. To his surprise, Yoongi didn’t say or do anything to stop him, just added another finger to his mouth and kept driving.

They get to Jeongguk’s place in no time, and Jeongguk doesn’t move even when Yoongi parks the car. Instead, he grabs Yoongi’s shirt, pulling him close and pressing their lips together. 

“Jeong-“ Jeongguk doesn’t let him talk, just kisses him again, their tongues meshing together. He’s so horny at this point, so needy and just needs the feeling of Yoongi close to him, convinced that he could cum from his lips alone. 

“The sooner we get inside, the sooner you can have me,” Yoongi manages to get out in between kisses, and that’s what gets Jeongguk rushing out with such speed that Yoongi was convinced he would break his ankles. He doesn’t say anything though, just laughs as he follows the younger into his apartment. 

Then he catches a glimpse of the hickeys on the brunette’s neck again and the jealousy hits him like a pile of bricks again, no matter how much he wants to push the feeling away and remind himself that Jeongguk isn’t his, and will never be his.

But the feeling remains, settling deep in his guts and he feels the need, feels the want to claim Jeongguk as his, to mark him as his, to make sure the younger knows that he is Yoongi’s and only Yoongi’s. He wants to fuck him so good that his cock is the only one he begs for, that everytime he’s with someone else all he can think about is Yoongi.

“Get rid of your clothes,” the elder grumbles, and Jeongguk obliges, quickly taking off every article of clothing and sitting on his knees, eagerly waiting for whatever Yoongi had planned for him.

The brunette’s eyes widened when he recognized where Yoongi was rummaging around and his heart picks up speed when he sees Yoongi pull out his favorite purple dildo, chucking it at him. Jeongguk catches it easily, but he’s still in shock, his wide, doe eyes still staring at Yoongi.

“But I want-“

“I’m sorry, did I say you could speak?” Yoongi pulls his gun out of his jacket, and Jeongguk swallows down the rest of his words as he spits into his hand, slicking up the tip of his dildo and rubbing the remaining on his hole. Even from his own touch he shivers, so aroused that he felt like he could cum even with just the softest touches. Once he sticks it to the ground and positioned the toy at his entrance, he slips the tip past his rim, and his response is immediate, moans and soft curses spilling out of his mouth. He doesn’t question the lack of lube, knowing Yoongi just wants to feed into his pain kink. 

“Put it all in, I know your fucking whore ass can take it.”

Jeongguk gulps at the dark intone in Yoongi’s voice, sliding the dildo in so deep that he feels the silicone tip nestle up against his prostate. The slide was dry and rough, a burning sensation shooting through Jeongguk, but he loves it, the feeling driving him insane. He takes in a sharp breath, a soft moan slipping past his lips as he feels himself stretch against the toy. Yoongi’s watching him intently, gun pointed directly at the brunette, his other hand occupied with a lit cigarette.

The elder’s posture is relaxed, sitting back in Jeongguk’s gaming chair, legs spread open. Jeongguk can see the prominent erection through Yoongi’s jeans, the sight only spurring him on more as he bounces on the toy faster, dropping down harder each time. 

“Mhm, slower,” and Jeongguk whines in protest, but obliges as he sinks down slower, the drags of the toy against his walls not enough, he needs fast, he needs hard, he needs Yoongi. 

“I, it’s not enough, Yoongi, want you, please,” he whimpers, hair falling over his eyes as his head hung down.

“Hmm, lemme see your face, babyboy.” He ignores Jeongguk’s pleads, taking a slow puff of his cigarette, his eyes never leaving the other. Jeongguk obeys with a huff, using his free hand to push his growing hair out of his face. Their eyes lock, and the brunette feels his body heat up, the burning stare of Yoongi’s hazed eyes piercing through his. 

“Do that thing you do when you ride me,” his voice has a huskier tone to it from the smoke, and Jeongguk can feel his tip dripping just from it alone, leaking onto the floor. 

“You mean this?” He rotates his hips, loud moans floating to Yoongi’s ear as he relishes in the pleasure. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

“Slower.”

“God, you’re gonna kill me,” Jeongguk keens, slowing down the rolls of his hips. Usually, if he had something else, like maybe Yoongi’s lips on him, he wouldn’t mind the speed, but it was just him, and his dildo, Yoongi not even close to him, so he’s needy, petulant whines escaping him. 

But Yoongi finally has mercy on the man, and he finally says, “touch yourself.” Jeongguk doesn’t even wait for him to finish that command, his hand immediately wrapping around his neglected cock. He lets out a cry at the contact, pumping himself so fast that he was surprised his arm didn’t fall off right then and there. He’s losing himself now, chasing his high as he rocks down on the toy faster, squeezing around himself.

“Gonna, I’m gonna-“

“Stop,” Jeongguk lets out a loud cry as he quickly wraps his hand around the base of his shaft, abruptly stopping his orgasm. He’s a whining mess now, tears quickly welling in his eyes as the arousal in his stomach simmers down to a throbbing sensation. 

“Why?” 

“Cause the only thing you’re gonna be cumming on is my fucking cock,” Yoongi growls, his own clothes already off as he grabs Jeongguk by the waist, the brunette letting out loud moans as the toy is ripped out of him instantly, still on the floor as Yoongi is carrying him now.

The gun’s long forgotten by now, and Jeongguk is tossed on the bed, Yoongi wasting no time as he hikes the younger’s waist up, slamming into his hole almost instantly. 

Jeongguk’s reaction is instantaneous- loud moans, back curved, sheets gripped in his fists. The elder has no mercy on him, hips never relenting with the force of his thrusts.

Yoongi watches as Jeongguk absolutely falls apart underneath him, moaning and writhing from the immense and overwhelming amount of pleasure running through him. His eyes are watery, back curved in a delicious arch as Yoongi goes deeper and harder. The younger’s mouth is wide open but he’s silent, only gasps and harsh breaths coming out.

“Yoongi,” the brunette sobs out, fists clenching around the sheets so hard that his hands trembled, his legs shook with the abuse to his prostate. It hurt, it hurt so good and Jeongguk wanted more, needed more.

“Who do you fucking belong to?”

“You” falls from Jeongguk’s lips on repeat, his entire body bouncing from the force of Yoongi’s thrusts, trembling with pleasure. 

“No one can make you feel as good as I do,” and fuck, Jeongguk is an absolute mess. He’s crying, borderline sobbing, and all he can do is hold onto Yoongi for dear life and scream as he takes it. “My good, slutty boy, taking everything I’m giving him so well.” 

“Yeah.. ‘M good boy,” the brunette stutters out, eyes rolling back from the straight up consistent abuse his prostate was taking. Jeongguk wasn’t thinking now, just whimpering please on repeat as he felt his stomach curl with arousal and then finally, finally, with one last punch to his prostate, he came. He came so hard that he barely made a sound at all, choking on his own breath as his orgasm racked through his body from head to toe. He came so hard his toes curled painfully, stars filling his vision. He came so hard that mere seconds later, he blacks out.

And when he comes to, Yoongi’s hovering above him, concern etched on his face, but his eyes still holding the same warmth they always had when he was with the younger. 

“Hey,” Yoongi smiles softly at the younger as his eyes flutter open, Jeongguk smiling back at the unexpected view. 

“Hey,” he notices that his voice is hoarse, his throat hurting from the sheer volume of the noises he had made earlier. The brunette then realizes that his body was clean and clothed, his blanket covering him. 

“Welcome back. Are you okay?”

“Yeah… Shit, yeah.”

“Here,” Yoongi hands him an opened bottle of water and Jeongguk graciously accepts it, drinking nearly half the bottle in one big gulp. Yoongi laughs, easing the bottle back down. “Slow down there, little one.”

“That was…” Jeongguk’s wide eyes fixated on Yoongi’s slanted ones, mind searching his vocabulary for a word to describe what had just happened. “Wow.”

“Was that too much?” Yoongi’s voice was laced with concern. Jeongguk had never passed out like that before, and quite frankly, Yoongi had never made anyone he’s slept with pass out like that. It shocked him at first, but nonetheless he was quick to jump into action, cleaning up Jeongguk’s body afterwards.

“No it was…Fuck that was literally the best dick I’ve ever had in my entire life of hoeing around, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to walk for a week.” And Yoongi busts out laughing, his cheeks flushing red. 

“I want you to know, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me, I don’t even know why I was even jealous, not that I was- I mean, I wasn’t really that jealous. I mean, I was in the beginning, but-”

“No, it’s fine,” Jeongguk cuts off Yoongi’s word vomit with a grin, “it was… God, it was really fucking hot.”

“Really?”

“Fuck yeah,” and their shoulders are shaking, their laughters filling the air.

“Jeonggukie, do you have a possession kink?” The elder’s tone is teasing, a cheeky smile etched on his face. 

“No, shut up, I do not,” Jeongguk’s whiny denial was contradicted by the growing redness of his ears though, which Yoongi found to be the cutest fucking thing on earth.

“Yeah whatever. You need to eat, I’ll make you a sandwich.”

Yoongi makes Jeongguk a sandwich and some ramen, complaining that the younger needed to go grocery shopping because what he had in his kitchen was barely enough to feed a child. Jeongguk just laughs and waves him off, saying that he pretty much lives off takeout, which Yoongi responds to with a whine, arguing that he needed a healthier lifestyle. 

Jeongguk lets Yoongi feed him since his entire body feels like it’s falling apart, and Yoongi does so without complaint, heart fluttering at the endearingly domestic action. He knows he should leave, should just walk out the door and never come back, but god, these doe eyes always had him weak in the knees, unable to escape the clutch they had on him whenever Jeongguk looked him in the eyes. 

Once Jeongguk finishes eating, he lets out a low groan as he stretched, feeling some of the tension in his muscles ease up with each passing second. He’s so sore, like really fucking sore and he can barely sit properly, which he complains about to Yoongi, a pout etched on his face. But then Yoongi counters with an “I’ll be gentler next time then,” and that makes Jeongguk shut up quickly, eliciting laughter out of the elder. 

With a pout still, he lays on his stomach, asking Yoongi kindly for his controller so that he could unwind and play some video games from his bed, needing to just relax for a little bit, give his body and mind a break with some mindless activity. 

Yoongi’s sat next to him the entire time, eyes flicking between the screen and Jeongguk, the pestering thoughts from earlier coming back at full force now. He’s silent as he thinks, lost in deep thought, trying to figure out his next move. 

Jeongguk doesn’t notice the shift in the quiet atmosphere though, as his focus is entirely on the bloody game of Call of Duty he was playing. It’s not until Yoongi speaks up with a soft crackle in his voice that he realizes the tension. 

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore.” Jeongguk’s head immediately shot towards him, his eyes widening, the game long forgotten as his character dies. He ignores the shooting pain in his back as he sits up, scanning Yoongi’s face for any signs of a joke, a prank- but there was none.

“What do you mean?” His voice is heavy, a soft tremble causing thick cracks in his words. 

“I… I should’ve cut you off a long time ago.” And Yoongi’s looking everywhere but Jeongguk, trying not to look at his face because he knows, he knows if he takes one look at his eyes- he’s a gone man.

“Why? Did I do something? I promise I never want to hurt you, you mean a lot to me, please hyung-”

“No! No, Jeongguk, you didn’t do anything.” And that’s when Yoongi makes the mistake of looking into Jeongguk’s eyes because fuck , there’s tears running down his face and his eyes just scream pain.

“Oh… Well, why can’t we be friends anymore?”

“I… I can’t…” Yoongi’s at a loss for words because really, how can you tell someone that you can’t date them because the world you live in is a violent, bloody one? How can he tell Jeongguk, someone so naive and innocent, that he can’t date him because he would rather die than put him at even the slightest bit of risk?

“Is it the sex? Cause we can totally stop-”

“It’s not the sex, god, no, the sex is great!” He immediately blubbers out, eyes wide and hands held up in defense. “You’re great.”

“So... Why?” His eyes are still watery, his brows furrowed in confusion. 

“Jeonggukie… You’re too great… I… I’m… Fuck.” The elder groans, head falling into his hands. He can’t seem to collect his thoughts, can’t seem to say I like you out loud, even though he’s certain that Jeongguk has an inkling about that by now. 

“Hyung... It’s okay.” He rests a hand on Yoongi’s, gently caressing the soft skin with the pad of his thumbs. 

“It’s not!” Jeongguk flinches, not expecting the elder’s sudden outburst.

“I’ve… I’ve never... Felt… This way about someone... Before.” That’s when Jeongguk finally realizes, his lips forming an ‘o’ shape as he hummed in realization.

“It’s okay… To feel, you know. It’s okay to feel these things towards me.” He’s a little bit hesitant with his words, unsure of why the elder was reacting like this. I mean, surely he must know Jeongguk likes him back by now, right?

“I can’t… You don’t understand.” And at first, Jeongguk is confused. Understand what? But then their first meeting flashes through his mind and oh, that’s why.

“Because of your, um… Life, right?” And Yoongi nods, Jeongguk nodding in understanding.

“I can’t be attached… Not when it could put you in danger, Gukkie.” Yoongi’s eyes are pleasing as he locks eyes with Jeongguk, apologetic almost.

“I understand…” 

“Do you, Jeongguk? Do you really? Every time I come here, I get so fucking paranoid thinking someone’s following me, waiting for a moment to grab you or something. Whenever you’re over, I make sure that every window in my house is bolted shut, that not even a fucking fly could get in. I drive myself insane sometimes because I, I tell myself I should cut you off, I should end things before I get too attached, but god fucking dammit Gguk, I’m already attached. I’ve been so selfish lately, keeping you in my life when I should’ve been kicking you out.” Jeongguk’s momentarily stunned at Yoongi’s confession, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He knew the elder would act strangely paranoid for a few seconds whenever they were together, but he had chalked it up to something else, not that.

“So… What are you saying?”

“I’m saying… This should stop.” Jeongguk’s eyes are filled with tears, the wetness dripping down his cheeks. He shakes his head fervently, curling into himself despite his body’s protests.

“Hyung… Please,” Jeongguk whimpered, and it wasn’t the usual sounds of pleasure that Yoongi’s always heard from the younger, no- this was a broken sound. A sound of hurt, of pain.

“I… I’m sorry Jeongguk.”

“Don’t do this, please.”

“It’s for your own safety-”

“I don’t care about my safety! I want you!” Jeongguk wails, tears pouring out of his eyes like a bursting dam, choking on silent sobs.

“Well, I fucking care!”

“But why the fuck do you get to-” Jeongguk doesn’t get to finish his sentence because Yoongi’s lips are pressed against his, the two melting together as if, in that moment, that was where they were meant to be- together.

“Hyung…” Jeongguk whispers as they pull away, foreheads resting against each other. 

“It’s for the best, Gguk.” Yoongi’s voice cracks, and he’s mentally cursing himself now. He’s screaming at himself, regretting inviting Jeongguk back to his place that day, regretting never saying no when the younger wanted to hang out, regretting letting down his walls and falling for him because fuck, this hurt worse than a stab to the stomach. It hurt worse than that time he got shot in his shoulder. Than that time he’s had a baseball bat nearly crack his back in half. He’s never known pain like this before, and it fucking hurts.

“Don’t leave me,” Jeongguk whispers, even quieter now. 

“I’m sorry…”

“Will I… Will I ever see you again?” And Yoongi wants to cry. Because truthfully, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know if they can ever see each other again. He doesn’t know if he will ever not have a target on his back. 

“I… Maybe…” Part of him is lying. But the other part is hopeful, praying that maybe one day they could meet again, and Yoongi won’t have to worry about the smallest things. Maybe one day they could be together like Jimin and Taehyung, happy and in love, with all worries thrown to the wind. 

“I really like you, hyung.”

“Yeah… I really like you too.” And they kissed again, their lips pressed together so gently, so tenderly that it physically pained them to pull apart. But they have to. Yoongi has to go. Has to leave Jeongguk behind, a part of his heart behind. 

And when Yoongi reaches the door and turns to steal one last look at Jeongguk, he feels his heart shatter when he sees the younger not looking at him, head buried in a pillow as his body shook with silent sobs. 

His heart still aches when he’s back home, when he pours himself a cup of coffee despite it being nearly one in the morning. His heart still breaks when he makes his way to the mafia's mansion, settling in his headquarters in front of Taehyung’s tech setup, getting to work on some unfinished projects. His heart still hurts when he breaks down into silent tears, pulling up a selfie that the two had taken together just the previous week, smiles as bright and as wide as ever, Jeongguk standing behind Yoongi with his arms wrapped around the other’s chest. 

And his heart sinks when he realizes, fuck, I’m in love with him.