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The diner was nearly empty. Only two tables were occupied; an old couple in one booth; a middle-aged man sitting at the counter eating as well. Perfect for Jungkook's imaginary date.

Since there weren't many people, they got their food pretty quickly. They even tried each other's food, Jungkook with a cheeky smile, cheeks full of Seokjin's food— the food he stole from his plate after deeming it tasted so good.

"Hope that was worth it," Seokjin muttered just before shoving the last bite into his mouth.

Jungkook held up his own bowl to him.

Seokjin shook his head no, not wanting to take his food.

Jungkook nodded again, not even having to speak before the older was rolling his eyes and leaning in to take a bite of the stew that Jungkook was offering so kindly— it was cold outside! It tasted too good to not have!

"You finished?" Seokjin asked, gesturing to Jungkook's near-empty bowl.

Shaking his head, Jungkook picked up the bowl and slurped the rest, not missing the smile that formed on Seokjin's face as he did so.

"Tastes good, hm?"

Jungkook nodded in agreement as he lowered his bowl. "Done."

So, they left the booth to go pay, standing next to the counter and waiting for someone to take the money— Seokjin's money.

"Oh, Jinnie oppa!"

Jungkook's heart stopped at that annoying voice. The woman's voice that made him sick to his stomach. The overly annoying, high-pitched tone— that bitch.

Both of them turned to Siwoo, Jungkook immediately glaring at her. She was not going to slide her way in again.

He stepped up behind Seokjin, not even thinking as he let the sudden urge to keep Seokjin away from her take over. As he wrapped his arms around Seokjin's waist, both Seokjin and Siwoo fell silent.

He couldn't see Seokjin's face, but Siwoo looked Jungkook up and down, as if he was in the wrong.

"What do you want?" Seokjin spoke up, voice just as stern as Jungkook had hoped for. He could feel the vibration of his voice through his back, which Jungkook had his chest pressed to.

Siwoo suddenly fluttered her fake eyelashes at Seokjin, hands pulled behind her back and innocently looking at him as if she was just a precious angel.

"Can we talk alone?"

"No, actually—"

"No," Jungkook cut him off, hands traveling up his waist— feeling surprisingly tiny— and wrapping around his arms instead. He feels perfect everywhere, though Jungkook wasn't really focused on that.

He was focused on his anger upon seeing her again.

Of fucking course not. She will not touch or be alone with Seokjin ever again. Bold of her to even ask.

"No," he repeated, "I saw you kiss my husband, so no, he won't talk to you alone. Only I can kiss him like that."

Again, like with Jihoon, when it comes to Seokjin versus anyone else, Jungkook's usually soft and sweet tone turns to bitter and harsh spurts, not even thinking before speaking. So, it was no surprise that Siwoo looked shocked by him.

He had even felt Seokjin tense up under his hold.

"You don't even like him—"

"You heard him," Seokjin cut her off. She furrowed her eyebrows, caught off guard by the both of them. But Jungkook completely melted at such a sharp tone coming from him. He really liked that.

He rested his chin on his husband's shoulder and smirked at Siwoo. Everything just felt so right. Especially as she huffed and strode away.

But after that, it became silent.

It became silent as Jungkook removed himself from holding onto Seokjin. Quiet as Seokjin finally paid for their meals and quiet on the ride back to the apartment as well.

It was a thick silence.

There must have been a reason for it. Whether it be that Seokjin was amazed, angry, or confused— he was thinking hard, not even glancing at Jungkook once on the way home. Too quiet.

They finally got to the apartment and took off their coats and shoes, and it almost felt harder to breathe when they were alone in such a place.

"Hyung... I'm sorry for doing that. I- I don't know if you're mad or—"

He was cut off as Seokjin turned to him, a sudden pressure on his hips driving his back into the wall behind him. Before he knew it, Seokjin's face was mere centimeters from his and he sucked in the cold air through his teeth, holding it in.

"Only you can kiss me, huh?"

His lips were nearly brushed up against Jungkook's. So close.

He dragged his hand up Jungkook's waist and let his fingers run a path of tingles through as he cupped his cheek, a familiar smirk tugging at his lips.

"You want me so bad, don't you?" A sudden pinch to Jungkook's waist made him yelp, the subtle pain and Seokjin's words sending a spark to his lower area.

Quickly, he nodded. "Yes. God, yes."

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Seokjin's lips were then on him quick, another yelp leaving Jungkook as Seokjin pressed his body up against him, kissing him like he meant it.

His tongue slipped onto Jungkook's bottom lip, a low moan leaving his throat as Jungkook started rutting up against him, already growing hard.

"Mhm," he hummed, finally slipping his tongue into Jungkook's mouth.

Being pushed against the wall, nowhere to go as Seokjin held him there felt so amazing. It made Jungkook lightheaded, too much of a rush suddenly in him.

They were both pushing up against each other, the kisses and moans almost like a dream to Jungkook.

"Come on," Seokjin muttered as he pulled away, grabbing at Jungkook's wrist and leading him towards their bedroom, right where Jungkook wanted.

They started stripping each other, first with Jungkook tugging at Seokjin's hoodie and then with Seokjin helping Jungkook out of his sweater.

As Seokjin pressed his lips to his again, Jungkook fiddled with the pants that Seokjin was wearing, unbuttoning them and jerking them down.

He pressed his palm over Seokjin's erection, heart pounding as he felt him over the fabric of his underwear.

Seokjin pulled away from the kiss and threw his head back in a moan, grip tight on Jungkook's hair.

"Jungkook-ah."

Jungkook shuddered, especially as Seokjin's rough hands fell and yanked at his pants as well, urging him to take them off. When they were both only in their underwear, Seokjin patted the edge of the bed, to which Jungkook was quick to get up on.

As he got right in the middle of the bed, tugging his underwear off and throwing it to the side, Seokjin was pulling his wallet out and soon throwing a condom beside him— no, he didn't question it.

"Lube." He pointed at his bag— his black backpack in the corner of the room, which is where he hid such private things.

Seokjin listened, rummaging through the bag until he found Jungkook's familiar bottle, looking at it in awe as he made his way towards the bed.

"Look at you," he muttered as he climbed towards him. He lowered himself between Jungkook's thighs and again, his lips only brushed against his as he sank onto him. "You're all ready for me, aren't you?"

It was so careless, the way Jungkook let out a whine and bucked his hips up for more.

"Please. Please fuck me."

Something in Seokjin's eyes darkened- his pupils dilated at such words.

His hands ghosted down towards Jungkook's cock, grabbing him and slowly running his hand up and down, just enough to tease with. And it was working.

Jungkook squirmed beneath him, pleasure taking over.

"Like that?" Seokjin asked.

"Fuck.." Jungkook whined as his thumb swirled around the tip, the leaking precum being smeared.

"Such a good boy, huh?"

He groaned, raising his knees around Seokjin's waist. Instead of teasing him like that, Seokjin took out the lube and poured it out, swirling his fingers around Jungkook's hole, sweat nearly smothering the younger by then.

The first finger was great, slowly pushing and pulling past his rim. The second finger added much more of a feeling, so close to feeling just as full as he could, but the third finger had Jungkook moaning because Seokjin's pace got faster as well, no longer only stretching him.

Jungkook's hand rested on Seokjin's neck, tugging at his hair as he repeatedly massaged against his prostate.

"More," he sighed out.

That was the breaking point that made Seokjin pull his underwear off, his dick just as hard as Jungkook's.

He put the condom on and guided Jungkook's legs higher so he could get a better view of him. A better view turned into a better position as well, Seokjin pressing the head of his cock against his hole.

"Knew you wanted me." He slowly started to push into him, with Jungkook holding his breath as he was gradually filled fuller and fuller. So full.

He had never wanted to be fucked by someone so bad. And he'd never been fucked before, either, but he got lucky to have such a guy like Seokjin to break that barrier.

"Feels good?"

He swallowed hard, hands wrapped around Seokjin's broad back to hold on. "'s'good." He nodded.

When Seokjin started to slowly fuck into him, it was even better, pleasure hitting him like a truck as Seokjin's dick pushed against his prostate.

"So good," he mumbled again, holding on tight. A little too tight.

"Damn, Jungkook." The older paused for a moment, eyes set on him.

He frowned as he realized that he was scratching Seokjin's back like that.

"Sorry..." He pulled away and went to grab a pillow, accidentally grabbing Christmas Kim instead, but he still held on tight to him instead of hurting Seokjin anymore.

The older started his unhurried pace again, humming, "I don't mind it." He leaned in, hum turning into a moan at the slightly new angle. "It's okay, Jungkook. I like it a little rough."

He rises up again, this time pounding hard into Jungkook, his once slow pace turning into much more, pleasure surging through Jungkook as his prostate was pounded into over and over again, endless pleasure and the sound of smacking skin making the both of them moan out into their bedroom.

He held tight onto Christmas Kim but threw him back to the side as he started getting too hot.

Seokjin leaned in to kiss him, sloppy and wet as Jungkook started digging his nails into his back again.

"Mm," the older moaned against his lips, "Such a good boy, Jungkook-ah. Taking hyung so well."

"Hyung, hyung—"

He clenched over Seokjin's cock as a few quick jerks at his dick sent him overboard, dick throbbing as he started to spill spurts of his cum onto his stomach.

"Good, so good." Seokjin gripped hard onto the pillow Jungkook was lying on, groaning, his free hand lifting Jungkook's leg for a better angle and soon riding out his high as well.

His dick pulsated inside Jungkook and it was so amazing, especially with Seokjin's deep voice hissing and groaning as he came inside him— inside the condom.

Coming down from the high even felt nice. It was relaxing, feeling well-taken care of as Seokjin started to rub and brush his fingers over his now un-tensing thighs.

"I'll clean you off."

Jungkook had already closed his eyes. He honestly could've fallen asleep with Seokjin inside him, but the older pulled out, leaving him emptier than he's ever felt, so his small smile turned into a pout instead.

He felt a kiss against the side of his knee as Seokjin backed up off of the bed and gently let Jungkook's legs fall to comfort.

He didn't know what all of this was supposed to mean, but at least he knew one thing.

Seokjin is attracted to him.

And when Seokjin came back with a warm cloth to wipe him off, careful with where he was touching him, he could've sworn it felt like so much more. Or maybe it was just his first time and he was sensitive to everything afterwards.

"We'll talk about this later, okay?" Seokjin muttered out to him.

Yeah.

Hopefully that's a good "talk later" ...

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