bite your tongue | yoonkook ✓

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Jungkook's hands have a tight grip on his waist, fingertips digging into the exposed sliver of skin as Yoongi tries - halfheartedly at best - to push him away, Jungkook's name falling from his lips in a whisper that resembles both a warning and a plea.

Jungkook doesn't listen to his weak protests, all he does is push Yoongi backwards, step after step as the door falls shut behind them with a quiet click. The hum of the single light bulb above their heads is the only sound that accompanies their heavy breathing and racing hearts.

Yoongi's lips are bruised, the pink shade even deeper in the dim light of the room, and when his tailbone hits the washing machine, his lips fall open in a sharp gasp. Jungkook's eyes drop to Yoongi's spit-slick lips and he leans down, chuckling when Yoongi turns his head to the side quickly.

"Namjoon is like 5 meters away", Yoongi whispers, a little frantic and scandalized when he hears his best friend's laughter coming from the living room, where he's still watching a movie, with Hoseok likely thrown all over his lap by now. They're probably seconds from making out.

Yoongi's sure they didn't even realize that he left to get something to drink. Or that Jungkook had followed him into the kitchen.

"I know", Jungkook places a kiss on the side of Yoongi's neck. "So you better be quiet, hyung, unless you want my brother to hear us", Jungkook says now, in the laundry room.

It's an echo of his words from earlier, when he came up behind Yoongi in the kitchen. He had pressed his chest against Yoongi's back as he reached past Yoongi into the fridge, his free hand settling on Yoongi's waist, keeping him close while Yoongi scolded him for being reckless in hushed whispers.

Jungkook's chuckle was a little infuriating as he pressed his lips against the top of Yoongi's head to muffle the sound. But it didn't compare to the way Jungkook tugged at Yoongi's belt loop to turn him around, which Yoongi did with a stunned gasp before Jungkook pressed forward into Yoongi's personal space.

Their bodies were hidden by the open door of the fridge as Jungkook raised a hand to grab Yoongi's chin, pushing his face up and diving down to steal a bruising kiss, wild and absolutely reckless. He kissed Yoongi hard, tongue diving into his mouth with no warning, and it made Yoongi's knees weak.

He loved how eager Jungkook was, how he kissed him without restraint. Desperate, to the point where they rattled the fridge, some items tumbling to the ground as Jungkook licked into Yoongi's mouth, kissing him breathless. Yoongi's protests were weak, his own hands coming up to Jungkook's chest.

His fingers dug into the fabric before the sound of another bottle loudly hitting tiles ripped them out of their trance. Yoongi broke their kiss and they paused, breathing heavily, listening to any sounds coming from the living room, but neither nj nor hs came to check up on them.

Yoongi pushed Jungkook away to pick up the bottles that fell from the fridge, grumbling about annoying, hardheaded jocks. Jungkook just grinned as Yoongi shrugged him off, even when he just tried to help. With another quick warning, Yoongi left the kitchen to go back to watch the film, drinks forgotten.

He almost cursed out loud when Jungkook caught up and suddenly wrapped his arm around him from behind, Jungkook's free hand covering Yoongi's mouth to keep him quiet as he tugged on Yoongi to get him to stop walking towards the living room where his brother and Hoseok were probably already making out.