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With an awful feeling that something must have crawled into his mouth and died there when he was asleep, Seokjin slowly but successfully made it to the bathroom, his legs sore and aching from drinking too much yesterday. He held in his breath as the first drops hit his face, but after few minutes of standing under the stream, alternating between cold and hot water, Seokjin could feel himself waking up and his body loosening little by little.
Usually, Seokjin took pride in his ability to hold his liquor, and he knew better than to go beyond his limits, however, a sudden encounter with an ex can shake up one's routine. And if the unbearable throbbing in his head and upset stomach were not convincing proof of his wild night, then the pain shooting down through his lower back and the naked stranger in his bed definitely were.
Only the thought of the awkward morning-after that was about to come brought Seokjin a new wave of headache as he stepped out of the shower to put on a clean T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. He peeked around the door, while brushing his teeth to get rid of the nasty aftertaste of alcohol in his mouth, before he decided to at least take a better look at the guy. When he dragged himself back to the bedroom, the toothbrush still hanging out of his mouth, his one night stand was still sleeping soundly on his stomach with both arms framing his head, legs tangled up in the blanket. Since he had his face buried partially in the crook of his own elbow and partially in the pillow, messy raven hair sticking out in every direction, Seokjin didn't really get a chance to examine his features.
He literally had no idea who that was.
He noticed quite a collection of ear studs, which Seokjin may or may not have explored with his tongue last night, driving the guy crazy by biting and sucking on his earlobe. His gaze then traveled lower to the bare, well muscled back to discover another masterpiece of his there, the red marks of his teeth and scratches too bright and vivid to be ignored. Seokjin couldn't help the heat creeping its way to his cheeks as blurred pictures of last night started to flash before his eyes, the sounds echoing in his head - hungry and suffocating kisses, wandering hands and mouth tracing every inch of his body, the breath hot against his skin, the unbearable pleasure of being filled to that extent that had driven him to the edge of ecstasy, ear-piercing moans and loud gasps, heavy panting filling the air... and, oh God, he suddenly felt wide awake. Like way too much.
Seokjin proceeded to brush his teeth with a new found vehemence that was probably doing no good to his gums, and to distract himself more, he bent down to pick up the clothes scattered everywhere around the floor. He stumbled across a plain black wallet he wasn't recognizing. Hesitantly, Seokjin casted a glance at the figure lying few feet away from him. Okay, he wasn't proud of what he was about to do, but desperate situation called for desperate measures - and if snooping through someone's stuff would give him at least a name, thus making the morning less embarrassing, then he was willing to take the risk.
No credit cards, some cash, an old receipt, a condom packet, and something that seemed to be an ID card.
Bingo.
He slid the card out of the wallet before almost choking on the toothpaste.
-
"Well, someone had fun last night," chuckled Hoseok, a knowing smile crossing his face, when Seokjin entered the kitchen.
Yoongi, who looked grumpy as he did every other morning, sipped from his cup and unlike his boyfriend, threw an unamused scowl Seokjin's way. "Next time you decide to have hot and steamy sex whole night, a heads up or earplugs would be nice. But it can be understandable, considering your situation-"
"Hyung!" Hoseok hissed, not so discreetly, at the blond male.
"Um, I mean, congratulations on ending your eight month celibacy?"
At the mention of his involuntary abstinence, Seokjin snapped out of the trance he had been in since walking out of his bedroom. He groaned as he got reminded of the person passed out in his bed.
However, Hoseok seemed to interpret his despair in a different way, placing his hand on Seokjin's shoulder. "What he's trying to say is that we're happy you're going out again, hyung," Hoseok gave Seokjin a sincere smile, "we were just worried about you because of the break up with Hyosang hyung last year. Coffee?"
"Please," Seokjin let Hoseok fill his mug since he figured out that he if he was going to have this conversation with his roommates, he could use the extra caffeine boost.
"Talking about Hyosang, he was there yesterday. At the party."
"What?! Oh..." Hoseok exchanged a quick look with Yoongi.
Yoongi frowned at his friend, his fingers clutching the cup. "Don't tell me that you hooked up with that fucking asshole again. "
"No! Oh, God, no. It wasn't Hyosang."
"Good. So, who were you with last night?"
"Is he still there? I didn't see him do his walk of shame yet," said Hoseok with a grin, while taking a big bite of his toast.
"He's asleep," Seokjin took in a deep breath and threw the card he had snatched earlier on the table. "Guys, I have a problem."
"What is it?" Yoongi picked up the ID and Hoseok leaned closer, his chin hooked over Yoongi's shoulder, to get a better view.
"Jeon Jungkook," he read aloud with his mouth full of food. "Cutie, who's that?"
Yoongi, on the other hand, had caught on more quickly as Seokjin could tell by Yoongi's gaze burning a hole right through him. "You gotta be kidding me..."
Hoseok glanced up at his boyfriend cluelessly, his look then shifting from Seokjin to the card in Yoongi's hand. It was a student ID card with a picture of handsome boy staring back at him with a playful smile. Hoseok briefly scanned the rest of personal information, a questioning expression still on his face when he looked back at his roommate, who was now biting his lower lip nervously. Hoseok's eyes almost popped out of his head when the realization hit him.
"Holy shit, hyung, did you screw a minor?!" Hoseok sputtered with shock written all over his face.
"I had no idea he was seventeen! It was a college party, there weren't supposed to be kids from high school."
"What were you thinking?"
"I don't know, okay? I don't know, Yoongi, I barely remember last night. I got few drinks, then there was Hyosang with his girlfriend, so I drink a bit more, and this guy, boy or whatever, came along, and-"
"Wait a minute. Girlfriend? Is Hyosang straight now?"
"Apparently, Hyosang has been playing for both teams."
"Oh, I didn't know that."
"Well, me neither. But that's not the point here." Seokjin flopped down into the chair, bringing his hands up to massage his temples, only to ruffle his hair in frustration and whine loudly afterwards. "Argh, I shouldn't have drink so much. This would have never happened if you guys had gone with me."
"Um, sorry, not my fault that my parents decided to all of a sudden drop by and take us out for dinner," scoffed Hoseok. "That's how unexpected visitors are - you don't expect them, you know."
"Trust me, hyung, I'd have gladly accompanied you if I could."
"But you love my parents!"
"I do, Hobi, but words like weddings and kids were repeated way too often for my liking during that dinner."
"Guys, can we focus now?" Seokjin snapped his fingers in front of his friends' faces. "What should I do now?"
Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Wake him up and send him home, what else? We're not a fucking kindergarten."
"You think I didn't try? He sleeps like a log. I swear, that guy is like dead or something."
"You better wish he is not."
"How about pinching his nipples?"
"I'M NOT PINCHING HIS NIPPLES, HOSEOK."
"From what I've unfortunately heard, it wouldn't be worse than the things you two were doing together last night.”
"Don't..."
"I'm sorry, but I still can't believe that a fucking high-schooler made you scream Jesus' name and beg for your life like some sissy."
-
His attempts to make Jungkook get up ended up in failure, the boy completely dead to the world and not stirring in his sleep at all. With a sigh, Seokjin turned him over on his back and the three of them were greeted with a sight of very defined six pack that would leave everyone's mouth watering.
Hoseok cleared his throat, eyes still fixed on the perfectly crafted abs. "Are you sure about him being a teenager? Because, damn, the real crime here is his body, not his age."
"Shit, what are they feeding kids these days?"
Seokjin didn't bother to answer them. He bent over the naked body, its lower part thankfully covered with sheets, but he hesitated, his hands still in mid-air.
"Hyung," Yoongi nudged him impatiently.
Tremendously embarrassed, Seokjin twisted the rosy pink buds, which immediately hardened and perked up under his touch.
A soft moan escaped from the boy's lips as he started to wake up, his eyes yet to open. "You sure do love my nipples."
Seokjin, startled by the voice, jerked his hands away on the instant. "I- I just-"
"You better get up, lover boy," replied Yoongi bitingly since the eldest didn't seem to be able to talk without actually stuttering.
The presence of somebody else in the room made Jungkook sit up abruptly, big innocent eyes watching the company in front of him.
"Oh, hello?" he said cautiously, almost coyly.
Hoseok bursted out laughing and turned to Seokjin. "You know what, hyung, forget what I said earlier. Look at him, he's like a deer caught in headlights. An actual Bambi."
"Um, I'm sorry, b-but I'm not really interested in, um-?" Jungkook made some weird hand gesture towards the trio and self-consciously pulled the sheets closer to him, suddenly feeling too exposed with the strangers hovering over him. Keeping his distance, there was a noticeable change in his behavior.
Seokjin had to blink a few times before the implied meaning of Jungkook's statement fully sank in. He started to frantically wave his hands. "What? No, no, it's not like that. No orgies. No."
"Jesus Christ, for real? Why am I even here?" Yoongi groaned and took himself off, not forgetting to give Jungkook and then Seokjin his last glare. "Do whatever you want, hyung, I don't give two shits. I'm out of here."
Hoseok chuckled and wiggled his fingers in a wave at Jungkook before following Yoongi and retreating as well.
"Who-"
"My roommates."
"I see," Jungkook nodded as he glanced up at Seokjin with a faint smile spreading across his lips. "So, since we're alone again... hi."
There was a playful glint in his eyes and a hint of teasing in his voice, as if the vigilant persona left together with Seokjin's roommates. Seokjin had to force himself to tear his gaze from the boy's face, shaking his head a little to get hold of himself. "I think we need to talk."
"I can think of so much better things to do than talking right now."
Focus, Seokjin. Focus.
"Well, isn't there something you'd like to tell me?"
"Is there?"
"You know, maybe some little details about you that I should be aware of?"
"Not really? I'm afraid I'm not catching on - I tend to be kind of slow in mornings."
"Then, how about we start with the fact that you lied to me about your age?"
Seokjin watched Jungkook's smile wipe off his face with the question.
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about you being a freaking minor," uttered Seokjin and drop the incriminating ID card in the boy's lap.
Jungkook furrowed his brows, shielding himself with that aloof mask once again. "Did you go through my stuff?"
"I don't think that's the important thing here. Because, God, you're only seventeen!"
"Actually, I'm turning eighteen in a month."
"It doesn't matter! You said you were twenty!"
"Of course I lied - I'm a fucking teenager! That's what we do."
Inhaling deeply, Seokjin buried his face in his hands. "I can't believe I slept with a kid."
He heard some rustling and shuffling around before a pair of hands gently wrapped around his wrists, bringing Seokjin's hands down but not loosening the grip. Seokjin tried hard to pretend that he didn't notice the slight roughness of Jungkook's palms sending goosebumps over his body, or by contrast the smooth looking skin of his bare toned chest. Seokjin gulped under the steady gaze of the clear doe eyes, which were almost at the same level with his, the watchfulness behind them remitting. Seokjin might not have figured out Jungkook yet, but there was no doubt that the boy was a tough cookie.
"So what if I'm still in high school? How does it change what happened?"
"You don't get it, do you? It changes everything."
The sound Jungkook made was something between a chuckle and scoff. "But we had a very good time yesterday as I recall you moaning-"
"Please, don't say anything," Seokjin gestured him to shut up as he still couldn't come to realize that he was really in this situation. And Jungkook walking around basically naked wasn't helping the case either. "Also, could you put something on?"
"Why, am I distracting you?"
"No, but the way you're dragging my freshly washed sheets on the floor is."
Jungkook rolled his eyes. "Fine, but I was thinking of taking a shower? I feel kinda gross after, well, you know."
"Um, whatever," Seokjin said awkwardly without sparing him a glance, however, his head snapped up suddenly. "Wait a minute. It's ten already. Shouldn't you be at school? I should probably drive you. If we hurry up..."
"It's Saturday." Jungkook blinked at him, wearing the same expression as Yoongi did whenever he was done with something, which was most of the time.
"Oh, right."
"Jesus Christ, hyung, you're hopeless," shrieked Hoseok outside the door of Seokjin's bedroom, probably eavesdropping this whole time. "Just give him something to eat, he must be starving."
Letting out a tired sigh, Seokjin turned his attention to Jungkook. "Are you hungry?"
"Very," Jungkook smirked and then he hooked his finger in the waistband of Seokjin's sweatpants, drawing the elder closer to him and holding him tight around the waist. Seokjin felt his mouth go dry when Jungkook's other hand traced the line of hickeys left under Seokjin's collarbone, the skin sensitive to the light touch of his fingertips.
"Jungkook," mumbled Seokjin, but whatever he wanted to say got stuck in his throat as Jungkook leaned in, peppering thoroughly the marks he had been caressing earlier with tender kisses, his lips slowly moving to his neck and making its way up to his jawline.
Seokjin knew he should have stopped the younger boy. He knew he should have pulled away. He knew he should have been the responsible one. But the thing was that at that moment he didn't feel like doing anything of that. So when Jungkook grazed his mouth over his, Seokjin allowed himself to enjoy those few seconds of heaven and leaned in to the kiss. As if he sensed Seokjin letting down his walls, Jungkook instinctively tilted his head and captured the elder boy's mouth. He deepened the kiss, his tongue running over the plump lips and demanding entrance, and swept in before Seokjin could change his mind. Seokjin moved his hands to the back of Jungkook's neck, his fingers distractingly ruffling the dark locks. He gasped at the way Jungkook was boldly exploring the warmth of his mouth, hating already how his body responded with an aching need. They were pressed against each other, the heat flaring between them, but still, it didn't seem enough as they were craving each other's presence even closer. It was when Jungkook's hands sneakily slipped under his shirt, stroking the naked skin of his back, that Seokjin shook off the daze and immediately broke the kiss.
"Stop, stop."
“You know, since I don't have any plans for the rest of day," Jungkook smirked, his breathe ghosting over the other's swollen lips, "I'm not against a round two after the shower and breakfast.” His hands were now traveling from Seokjin's hips down to his butt.
“Oh, just shut up already, please," Seokjin pushed him away with an eyeroll and motioned to the room nearby. "The bathroom is over there, spare toothbrush is in the second drawer.”