DESK MATES ✔|SOPE|Yoonseok

64. Too Kinky

"Excuse me sir, but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to arrest you."

Namjoon whipped out a pair of pink, heart-shaped handcuffs hanging from his belt loop and attached them around Kim Seokjin's wrists, giving them one last tug to make sure they were extra tight.

"Oh, but what for, officer Namjoon?" his boyfriend played along, wearing the fakest expression of innocence Yoongi had ever seen. The two of them sat on the living room couch only a few hours before the party was supposed to start, and now he was trying to figure out whether going along with the whole "sexy prison-junkies" look was a good idea or not.

Namjoon leaned in extra close, lightly tugging at the collar of his boyfriend's shirt. "For being too damn hot," he said quietly, pulling Seokjin in for a long, passionate kiss that neither he or Jungkook ever needed to see.

"Wanna go outside?" he nudged Jungkook on the arm, trying not to let the sounds of his two friends now shoving their tongues down each other's throats make him sick for a second time. Jungkook silently nodded his head in reply, although Yoongi was already pulling him away from the kitchen counter impatiently.

"Do I have to wear these, Yoongi-hyung?" Jungkook held up his own pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs, shuddering as the two of them made their way into Yoongi's backyard. Everything outside had already been decorated with orange and black streamers, and some type of spider web or ghost lurked in every corner. In Yoongi's opinion, he thought the four of them had done a pretty good job making the house look like it was officially ready to host the town's greatest Halloween party ever, but according to Namjoon, it all got wrecked by the end of the night anyway.

"No, Kookie, you don't have to wear them," he reassured him, watching the look of relief spread across Jungkook's face. Honestly, after what they'd just witnessed inside, he wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to wear his sparkly silver handcuffs either.

"Oh good," Jungkook sighed, letting himself fall onto one of their patio chairs. "I was starting to think we might look just a little bit too kinky."

"You think?" Yoongi mumbled, lazily sitting down in one of the chairs across from him. When Namjoon had told them he wanted to go with something sexy a few weeks back, Yoongi knew it was going to be a little out of his comfort zone, but he'd never imagined they'd be wearing form-fitting, all-black prison jumpsuits that looked like they came straight from a stripper's closet. But that was what Halloween was all about, apparently.

Just then, he noticed the ice chest sitting in the middle of them and flipped the lid open, helping himself to one of the bottles with pink-ish liquid inside. "Want one?" he offered Jungkook, who immediately shook his head and crinkled his nose.

"Doesn't that have alcohol in it?"

Yoongi flipped the bottle around in his hand, finally reading the label. And just like he'd suspected, it did indeed have alcohol in it.

"I really gotta start reading these things, huh?" Yoongi said, exchanging his mysterious pink liquid for a coke. This time, Jungkook actually took the bottle when he offered him one, and the two of them sipped peacefully on their fizzy, bubbly drinks for a few moments.

However, it wasn't long until Yoongi had to set his bottle down by his feet. Fizzy drinks were great and all, but he also wasn't ashamed to admit that he was a total baby about all the bubbles burning his tongue after only a few seconds.

"Um... hey, Yoongi-hyung?"

"Hm?"

Yoongi looked up at Jungkook, who still had the tip of his bottle pressed against his lips, both of his hands gripping onto it so tightly that Yoongi could see his knuckles turning white.