CLOUDED ➣ JINKOOK ✓

PROLOGUE

Seokjin knows better.

He's been warned time and time again about guys like Jeon Jeongguk.

His older brother has told him several times to stay away. He would die if he knew what Seokjin was doing. And yet that doesn't stop him from being pushed back into Jeongguk's bed.

Seokjin looks up at the older in anticipation, watching as Jeongguk pulls off his shirt. He can only stare in awe at the male's tattoos. How desperately he wants to trace the lines with his finger, but that's for another time he supposes. If he's granted another time, that is. Knowing Jeongguk, it will be a one-time thing. He's a temporary fuck and knows it. He's not quite sure why his mind drifted off to the possibilities of more.

Jeongguk isn't a commitment type of guy. He told Seokjin before he agreed to anything. The younger still isn't sure why he said yes. Second questioning things doesn't make things easier.

His heart is still racing, and his mind is in a frenzy. He can hardly think straight as he licks at his lips. All he knows is he's never wanted something so bad in his life, and that scares him.

Jeongguk gives the younger a cunning smile before crawling on top of him. He cups Seokjin's cheek before pulling him in for a kiss. Seokjin's first one.

He pecks at the male's lips softly, and it was sweet for a moment.

Seokjin has no idea what he's doing, letting the older man take charge. Jeongguk presses in deeper, tongue sucking and licking at Seokjin's bottom lip, making him moan against the male's lips. When they pull away, Jeongguk is staring at him with hazy eyes. Seokjin is left a panting mess, his mouth red and slick with spit.

"You alright, baby?" Jeongguk questions, and the younger nod's blushing at the pet name.

The older chuckles before pressing a kiss against the younger's neck. "Can I touch you here? And use your words," He directs, and Seokjin can feel heat pool right in his abdomen as he looks up at the older in shock.

"Y-yes," He stutters out, swallowing back the dryness in his throat.

Jeongguk's eyes trail up to Jin's as he places a hand on the band of Seokjin's boxers. "How about here? Hm?" Jeongguk questions, his voice deep and sultry.

"Uh yeah–yes," The younger stammers out in shock, nodding his head with wide eyes.

Jeongguk smirks, and it sends chills down Seokjin's spine. The younger presses soft kisses on his neck. Seokjin's breathing slows and becomes heavy, his stomach fluttering as he bites at his own lips. Jeongguk continues his way down the younger's nape. He smiles to himself every time he hears the younger's breath hitch at each kiss. His hand that was once on the younger's boxers moved to Seokjin's belt as he pulled back, undoing it swiftly.

"Wait," Seokjin whimpers out breathlessly as he places a hand on top of Jeongguk's.

"Having second thoughts?"

"You have no idea," The younger mutters. "It's just– what if Joon finds out?"

"He won't. You don't have to tell Namjoon everything, dove," Jeongguk responds.

And that reasoning is enough for the boy to leave. But he doesn't.

"It's up to you, though. I'm not going to force you to do anything you're not comfortable with," The older says sincerely, making the younger's heart swoon.

"Okay," Seokjin mumbles, and Jeongguk pushes himself back off the bed to let the younger up.

Seokjin watches sullenly as the older throws his shirt back on, feeling like he ruined what could have been a good thing. And It could have been his cue to leave, to make the right choice, and yet...

"Wait–I want to," the younger says hesitantly.

"You want to? That's not good enough. Use your words, dove," The older says almost teasingly as he stands over Seokjin.

Seokjin looks up at the older with wide eyes, and the tips of his ears burn a light red. And Jeongguk can't help but think how cute Seokjin looks at this moment.

"Jeongguk–"

"Or should I make you beg? Hm?" He asks with a smirk. "C'mon, be a good boy and tell me what you really want, Jinnie."

Jeongguk speaks to him tauntingly, and Seokjin isn't quite sure why but he likes it. He loves the way Jeongguk says his name, the way it makes Seokjin squirm as an uncomfortable amount of heat pools in his groin. He's sure if he doesn't give in now, he'll just die. He needs this.

"Oh god, touch me please," the younger whimpers out desperately.

Jeongguk shrinks down to Seokjin's level with a smirk as he pats the younger's head. "Good boy."

He knows better. He knows this is wrong. He knows the type of guy Jeongguk is, but he's never felt more alive than now.

Seokjin knows Jeon Jeongguk is bad for him, and he doesn't care.