𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑 || [JINKOOK FF ]

[11]

🔞 Warning: The following chapter contains strong homophobic language and mention of physical abuse and character death.

“Well,” Kim Seokjin started, “please have some breakfast.”

He gestured to the tray. “Again, my intent was not to interrupt you, and you should know you’re welcome to stay longer if you need to. I’ve been waiting to share my home for years.”

“Share your home?” Jungkook questioned, trying to feel around the sheets for his earlier discarded briefs, entirely too aware he was still naked from the waist down and Seokjin was showing no signs of leaving the room.

“I bought this condo a few years ago and I’ve been by myself here since then. I was hopeful that in the future, someone special to me would want to be here with me.” Seokjin's voice trailed off.

Jungkook's fingers skirted the band of his briefs, which had ended up tangled by his knees, and he fumbled them on underneath the protection of the bed sheet. “That's cool. I have my apartment, you know, it's a little wet right now from the flood, so I'll just... go back there soon. I'm sure you'll find someone.”

“Oh, I've found him already.” Kim Seokjin smiled, letting that predatory undertone from earlier briefly flare before tamping it back down under  the simmering lust.

“I'm just waiting for him to come around.” Seokjin took a step backward and removed his hands from his pockets, as if the space between them gave him permission to stop restraining himself.

Jungkook looked up through his lashes and watched Seokjin take a steadying breath before turning on his heels and walking toward the door.

Jungkook heard it click shut and looked up, wondering what sort of man Kim Seokjin had his sights set on.

Jeon Jungkook couldn't help but feel a little envious of the man, whoever he was.

    

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Kim Seokjin all but ran across the condo, locking himself up in the solitude and safety of his office. Striding over to his desk, he braced himself against it, dipping his head to his chest and sucking in a violent lungful of air until he believed he could slow down and catch a normal breath.

Holy fuck, he was shaking and found it nearly impossible to rein in his exhilaration.

He truly, truly had not meant to walk in on Jungkook mid-climax this morning.

It was the happiest of accidents, though, because after Seokjin had woken up and gotten dressed, he'd checked the security camera and Jungkook had been sound asleep on his back, spread out like a starfish.

Seokjin had gone into the kitchen to assemble some coffee and pastries to feed his poor Little Red and then opened the door to find Jeon Jungkook in the throes of an early morning orgasm.

He had watched the burst of cum shoot up out of Jungkook's dick and slide down his shaft.

Seokjin was surprised he hadn't come in his own pants on the spot in solidarity.

Even thinking about it now, Seokjin's cock pulsed behind the fly of his tight slacks and he palmed the base of his shaft through the fabric, willing it down.

He dropped his weight down into his leather desk chair, leaning back to recline.

Seokjin brought his hands up to his hair, tugging at the strands with his fingers before leaning forward and dropping his elbows to his desk and holding his head in his hands.