𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑 || [JINKOOK FF ]

[15]

Seokjin was convinced Jeon Jungkook would give him a goddamned heart attack.

He set his phone down on the kitchen counter and braced his weight fully on his arms, resting on either side.

He leaned in and pressed his dick, hard, into the edge of the counter, willing the erection to go away.

But his cock ignored him, far too enthralled with the vision that was Jungkook on the floor of the bathtub, jerking his hand around his throat.

Shoving his own hand down his pants, Seokjin readjusted the persistent and ill-timed hard-on, hoping it would at least lessen itself slightly before Jungkook came out of the bathroom.

Kim Seokjin flipped his phone over, unable to watch one more second of Jungkook’s lean-muscled and soaking-wet body as the shower washed away the ribbons of cum from his chest and belly.

Seokjin wanted to lick him clean and then pin the boy down and kiss him hard, using his tongue to explore every crevice of Jeon Jungkook’s mouth.

Fuck.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it, you fool.

Seokjin heard the bathroom door open and Jungkook's feet on the carpet, but instead of going toward the bedroom as he expected, they moved closer, approaching the kitchen.

Seokjin groaned, smashing his erection into the counter one more time in a last-ditch attempt to quell it, then picked up his coffee, taking a long drink.

“Um... good morning.”

Jeon Jungkook’s voice was timid behind him.

He took a deep breath before turning around, noting how different Jungkook sounded now from how he spoke to Kim Nam-ju.

Seokjin had seen them together during the past year, and of course overheard the phone call this morning.

The fact that Jungkook found him handsome was not something he intended to overlook, and would prefer to exploit, but at a later moment.

Kim Nam-ju was as large in personality as she was in stature, and while Seokjin had initially fully expected her to engulf and consume Jungkook, instead she seemed to bring out the person Jungkook really was, or at least the person Jungkook wanted to be.

“Good morning, Jungkook. I’m so sorry about earlier. I should have knocked, it was unbearably rude of me to enter without permission.” Seokjin turned to face Jungkook and walked to the opposite end of the breakfast bar, taking a seat and still focusing most of his mental faculties on subduing his erection.

“Well, it’s, I mean, it’s… whatever,” Jungkook mumbled. “Anyway, I’ll be leaving now, once I put everything back in my bag. I spoke with my landlord this morning. I appreciate you letting me stay last night.”

“Oh, you did? Is your apartment dry already and ready for you to go back?” Seokjin questioned, taking another drink of his coffee and knowing full well it wasn’t the case.

“No, it’s not. I mean, it will be in a bit. I’m gonna stay with my friend when she gets home in a few days, so it’s not a big deal.” Jungkook tapped his fingers one at a time against the breakfast bar, looking down at the pattern in the marble.

“What are you going to do until then?” Seokjin prodded, and Jungkook shrugged in response.

“It’s fine, I’ll sort it out.” Jungkook pushed away from the bar.

“You can stay here, Jungkook. You should stay here. It’s not an inconvenience at all, and I’m inclined to insist upon it.” Kim Seokjin set down his coffee cup, looking at the top of Jungkook’s head as Jeon Jungkook was looking down.

“Jungkook ,” Seokjin spoke again, with an edge of severity and firmness in his voice this time.

Jungkook immediately looked up, raising his eyes to meet Seokjin’s.

Good boy, Seokjin thought, feeling a smile tug at the edge of his lips.

“Stay. Three days will hardly put me out.”

Seokjin watched Jungkook shift his weight nervously and self-consciously from side to side, and in that moment, Seokjin had never hated his brother more.

Seokjin was barely older than Kang Ho-seok, and while his barbs hurt, Seokjin was equipped to handle the emotional challenges that came with losing your entire family over something you had no control over.

Jungkook, on the other hand, was this tiny sliver of a man with the most delicate and purest of hearts.

Kang Ho-seok had done everything he could, shy of physically assaulting him, to ruin Jungkook’s precious innocence.

It had been years since Seokjin had gone to try and reconcile with his brother.

It had been years since he’d first laid eyes on Jeon Jungkook and vowed to protect him in the ways that Kim Seokjin himself had not been protected.

Somewhere, though, after Jungkook’s last birthday, Kim Seokjin’s feelings had gone beyond a familial sense of protection and devotion and turned into something more than that.

Kim Seokjin was an intelligent man, and would never venture to use the word obsessed, but he could fully admit he was… invested in controlling the outcome of the things in his life.

Especially this thing.

Especially Jeon Jungkook.

Seokjin had seen a light inside Jungkook the first time he’d caught sight of him, a spark Kang Ho-seok had tried to extinguish with all his might but thankfully, didn’t succeed.

Even though Jungkook had been on his own and had struggled, he still had that spark. It was buried, though, Seokjin could see that, but Seokjin was more than ready to dig for it.

As he watched the wheels in Jungkook’s mind turning to find a reason to say no, Seokjin, for the first time, questioned his plan.

Had he been right to leave Jungkook to struggle alone? To only watch and supervise from the sidelines while Jungkook’s happiness was buried deeper and deeper?  Seokjin hadn’t meant to interfere originally, he supposed, so what had changed? What happened that made his feelings become so much more? He was rationalizing now, and he knew it.

“Jungkook,” Seokjin spoke again, louder, and with as much dominance as he could muster. “Stay.”

Jungkook nodded.

It was barely a nod, but it was an affirmation, and it pleased Seokjin beyond measure.

He exhaled a relieved sigh and pulled a stool breakfast bar to sit down.

Kim Seokjin was done letting Jeon Jungkook dig himself deeper into a fucking hole.

It was Seokjin’s turn now, and he was fully committed to digging Jungkook out of that hole, no matter what.

“Join me, Jungkook. Do you want coffee or juice?”

“Coffee, please,” Jungkook answered weakly.

Seokjin poured a mug full and slid it over to Jungkook, taking the sugar from the pantry and sliding it across the counter as well.

“What if I take milk, too?” Jungkook queried, pouring sugar into the mug.

“Do you?” Seokjin knew better and was not surprised when Jungkook shook his head.

“While you’re here, Jungkook, anything I have is yours. If you want milk, it’s in the fridge. There’s food in the pantry, fridge, and freezer. Help yourself to any of it. You can read the books in your room, listen to the records, watch TV or sit on the balcony. You can even stay holed up in your bedroom the entire time. Just be here, Jungkook, okay? My bedroom is in the same hallway as yours, and my office is on the other end of the condo, if you ever need me and can't find me.”

Jungkook nodded his head. “Thank you, Seokjin. I do appreciate it. I’m afraid it’ll inconvenience you, and I have work and stuff tomorrow, so when you get home from work, let me know so I can come back.” Jungkook had managed to drink almost the entire mug of coffee in one shot, so Seokjin leaned across the counter and refilled it for him.