Little Secret 🔞 Jinkook AU ✔️

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Seokjin takes a quick shower, tries to search the internet for what the hell he's supposed to do— he even stares at his and "J's" messages.

Is Jungkook inviting him to his room?

But what if he isn't? What if Seokjin read everything wrong and he's a big idiot who assumed even the most obvious of signs?

Jungkook is J, right?

Right??

There's only one way to find out, he supposes. So, he throws on a black shirt and black slacks to at least look decent like how Jungkook is dressed up. Jungkook is pretty. Seokjin is dressed like a damn bodyguard.

Fuck. I should just turn back.

But he pushes through and goes to Jungkook's bedroom door, forcing himself to not hesitate as he reaches for the handle and the door clicks open once he turns it.

He wasn't expecting to see a dim, pink light glowing inside the room— although he isn't sure what else he'd expect either.

It almost takes the breath out of him as Seokjin steps into the room and he turns to Jungkook's bed to see the younger sitting at the edge of it.

Jungkook is wearing the cute pink skirt he'd ordered online, the thigh-high stockings with the cute pink bows at the top, and the cutest pink top that's tucked into the skirt.

He even has a pink clip in his hair to hold it back and he's wearing the golden necklace that Seokjin first bought him— his babydoll.

Jungkook is J.

There's no mistake in it now.

But now, as Seokjin's eyes meet his, neither of the two say a word. Things are much simpler through texts and Seokjin had planned what to say in any scenario, but all his thoughts are now: fuck, he's so pretty.

Jungkook is gorgeous.

"Hyung..."

Seokjin gulps as he closes the door, the faintest click sealing the room and the two's secret that lies between. He takes one step, then another, and Jungkook simply watches with his knees pressed close together and his hands stuck between his thighs.

When Seokjin makes it to him, he just stands in front of the maknae, a foot or two away as Jungkook lifts his chin to look up at him.

His eyes are curious and the soft pink of his LED lights make his cheeks look so flushed in the cutest way. He's even prettier in person.

"Hyung," he repeats after a moment. His voice is light, as if on purpose. "Please say something."

Seokjin lifts his hand and gently taps his finger under Jungkook's chin.

"Stand," he tells him.

Without any questions asked, Jungkook stands up from the bed and tugs the pretty skirt down a bit. Seokjin takes a step up to Jungkook, their feet meeting and Jungkook's head lifting again to meet his gaze.

Before Jungkook can say anything, Seokjin inches closer and the maknae holds his breath, flutters his eyelashes until his eyes are closed.

Seokjin holds his breath as well, but he doesn't do what Jungkook must be waiting for. Instead he inches in and buries himself into Jungkook's neck, just enough to make his chin rest on Seokjin's head.

He places his hands on the waistline of Jungkook's skirt just to hold onto and he puckers his lips against Jungkook's neck, earning a soft gasp as he kisses the warm skin there.

He kisses again, closing his own eyes as he shudders at the sound of the kiss, the way his lips smack against Jungkook's skin.

"Hyung.."