Seokjin didn't leave Jungkook's bedroom for the rest of that day. The criminal had ordered both lunch and dinner brought to his room, which they had been, and the two of them spent their time alternating between sex and reminiscing.
The hacker had learned a lot about the criminal and his history. He had learned, for instance, that Jungkook had been out of town on business when his uncle died, the former boss's health already failing and having taken one hit too many during training with some of his men. He learned that Jungkook's mother was still alive, living the posh life of a socialite down town. How, even though the criminal regularly padded her back accounts, they never saw each other. He learned that Jungkook was only a few months older than he was, despite having the aura of someone much more grown up. He had practiced it, Jungkook told Seokjin, the art of being mature.
The criminal had let Seokjin listen when he canceled all his appointments for the day, instructing Jimin to take the lead for him on things he couldn't avoid. Jungkook had told Seokjin about his friends. How he and Jimin had grown up together, trained together, fought together. How Namjoon had helped him when he was just a 15-year-old kid, having taken a beating at the hands of a rival gang before being left for dead in an alley until Namjoon happened upon him. The doctor had only been a student at that time, but he had taken the young Jungkook, battered and bruised, back to his apartment and patched him up. How they had been best friends ever since.
Seokjin had listened raptly, asking the occasional question here and there from where he sat in between the criminal's legs. Jungkook made him feel warm and safe, but it didn't do much to fill the Taehyung shaped hole in Seokjin's heart. Sure, the sex was mind-blowing, and it helped quell his racing thoughts a bit, but it wasn't like Seokjin could force himself to stop loving Taehyung. It wasn't a feeling he could just turn off, no matter how much he wished he could.
It was morning now, and the sunlight filtering through the blinds was soft against Seokjin's closed eyes. His back was snuggled comfortably against the criminal's chest, their legs tangled together under the plush covers. Jungkook ran so warm it was like sleeping next to a furnace, and Seokjin was grateful for it. He had slept much better than the night before, the cold emptiness of his guestroom bed leaving him shivering.
"Good morning," Jungkook muttered sleepily, hugging Seokjin against him and burying his face in the hacker's hair. "Hi," Seokjin replied, rolling in place and pressing his forehead against the criminals. Jungkook look so much younger, softer, in the haze of morning. His raven hair sticking up every which way, one eye cracked open in a squint.
"How did you sleep?" Seokjin asked, unable to suppress a little smile when criminal nuzzled his cheek. "Better than I have in a very long time," Jungkook mumbled, pressing his lips to the corner of Seokjin's mouth. It should have felt like nothing, just sleepy kisses on a Saturday morning. But doing this with anyone other than Taehyung, the idea was foreign to him.
His mind strayed, painting a picture of Taehyung alone in the penthouse, no doubt hiding in his game room. The bracelet Seokjin gifted to him abandoned in a corner. He wouldn't have brushed his hair, Seokjin thought, imagining caramel-colored curls messily framing the face he knew so well. A flash of dimples. A gleam of straight, white teeth as his lips parted in a smile.
Seokjin blinked rapidly, coming back to reality with a snap. He put his hands on Jungkook's shoulders and pushed the criminal onto his back, rolling on top of him and straddling his waist. The t-shirt and sweatpants Jungkook let him borrow suddenly felt constricting, like he wasn't able to breath properly, despite them being a size too big.
Jungkook peered blearily up at him, his fingers weaving with Seokjin's, allowing the hacker to press their clasped hands into the pillow behind Jungkook's head. The criminal's breath was coming heavier. Seokjin leaned down, arching his back so their chests were flush, grazing his teeth over Jungkook's Adam's apple as he slowly began rolling his hips.
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Vice
Fanfiction'As soon as he turned eighteen, Seokjin gave up on his useless doctors, moved out of his parents' house, and steadily began to burn through the contents of his enormous bank accounts. His days on this hell planet were already numbered and Seokjin di...
