Coffee. \\ yoonmin.

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"Take your shirt off," Yoongi demands huskily to Jungkook, his eyes still shut, mid-way through making out, desperate for Jungkook. Yoongi sitting comfortably on top of Jungkook, both legs resting on either​ side of him. Jungkook, being too absorbed in the thirsty kiss to obey Yoongi's​ command, ignores him. Their soft lips, moist and massaging gently together in lust and desire. Their hair which was already slightly messy became even more messier from the both pulling it aggressively and their hearts racing within their chests.

The furnished apartment filled with delicious sounds mixed with the smell of pungent vanilla bean. Both Jungkook and Yoongi felt sweat coating their foreheads as their hot make-out session began to become even more heated and intense.

Feeling ambitious, Jungkook's hands find their way from Yoongi's blonde messy hair, sliding down to his back, supporting​ Yoongi's weight. As the wet kiss deepens, Jungkook takes this as an opportunity to switch the positions, as his strong, muscular arms easily pick up Yoongi, laying him down on the couch with his back touching the leather couch, while his legs immediately wrap around Jungkook's firm buttocks.

Remembering the request from before, Jungkook complies as he parts from Yoongi's lips for a moment, before letting his long fingers reach the hem of his white plain shirt as it starts to glide across his skin, attempting to bring it over his head, as Yoongi wished.

Just as things were about to go further and intimate between the two, they suddenly hear three loud knocks at the wooden door of Yoongi's apartment.

Yoongi, feeling a little impatient by the fact that Jungkook was taking his time to take off his shirt, and then stops at the sound of knocking at the door, starts to frustrate him. Out of clear desperation, Yoongi then grabs Jungkook's scruffs, wrapping the material around his fist, as he yanks the shirt, bringing him closer, basically forcing Jungkook to come in to eye level with him. Using this chance, Yoongi immediately re-attaches his lips with Jungkook's feeling hungry for him.​

Jungkook pulls away, concerned about the knocking. "Shouldn't you get that?"

Yoongi, too immersed in their current session, replies without hesitation, "Don't worry, it's probably just the landlord," He guesses desperately. "Let them knock" Yoongi whispers smiling through their kiss. Hearing those words, Jungkook​ doesn't mind Yoongi's decision, letting him do whatever want.

The desperation that has been building up from all of Yoongi's busy work days and Jungkook's long studying days, finally come to rest as they now get a chance to be together and fulfill eachothers needs.

The loud knocks continue, getting louder with each knock. "Maybe you should answer-" Jungkook starts before he is silent by Yoongi's finger shushing his lips "I said," Yoongi leans to Jungkook's ear, whispering "Let. Them. Knock." Yoongi whispers smirking.

Both lovers continue getting back to business, having enough interruptions already. Just at the thought of Jungkook taking off his shirt, made Yoongi excited.

But his excitement immediately fades and is replaced with shock and embarrassment, once a loud bang was heard. Both Jungkook and Yoongi turn their heads to find an angry old man standing at the door, grimacing disgustingly at the two. Jungkook with no memory of ever meeting the man stays silent and confused.

The man looked like he was in his late fifties, his hair was on the edge of balding, growing with grey and white at its roots, and bits of his natural hair colour at the ends. He was wearing dark glasses that sat on the bridge of his hairy nose, a tightly buttoned up shirt that barely held his pot belly, and old rough trousers wrapped with a reliable leather belt. He had a low, stern voice, making it sound like every word that spat out of his foul mouth was deep bellowing in anger. He smelt of old chewed up sunflowers seeds that had been left in the sun and the actions he chose seemed pointless and childish.