2am ; jinkook

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a masterpiece
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jungkook's shirt was torn down down the middle, the fabric making a ripping sound as the stitches were forced apart.

his mouth was placed in a heavy heat on the stranger's he'd been drawing no more than twenty minutes ago.

the younger brought him to his home and offered to show the man, whom seemed interested at the time, his art. what he was currently invested in at the moment were the lips of the stranger he referred to as "art boy" in his head.

jungkook moaned softly into the man's mouth before pulling away out of breath.

"what do i call you?" he asked, panting. "and i don't mean anything kinky," he said once he saw how the older's eyes shimmered, "i mean your name."

"jin," the man said, watching jungkook fiddle with his button-up top. "jin is fine."

"then you can call me kook," jungkook looked up at him through his fringe and contained his smile by bitting his bottom lip. they were somewhat near the same height, which was weird for both of them, but they made it work.

to jungkook's surprise, jin lifted him up and hoisted him on his hips. he pushed his back against the bedroom wall and began to tug and lap at the younger's neck, creating a flowering pattern of bruises.

jungkook used his hands to shove off the loose, unbuttoned fabric around jin's shoulders and ran his hands over his shoulder blades. "the fuck," jungkook said in between moans, "what kind of exercises do you do?"

"i was born with it." jin chuckled against jungkook's collarbone, moving his hands from the boy's waist to his lower back.

"maybelline is shaking." jungkook joked before a mix between a squeal and moan passed through his lips when jin squeezed his ass.

no more words were exchanged as they both reveled in the warm feeling radiating between them. the pressure of the wall against jungkook's back eased up and soon he was being tossed onto his bed.

"you're a whole masterpiece," jin exhaled while taking in the image before him.

jungkook's dark brown hair messily framed his head like an earthy halo, his warm skin glistening against his deep lilac, silk sheets. a pretty shade of red dusted the tips of jungkook's ears as he giggled at the compliment; he was always a sucker for those.

"you're a giggler?" jin smiled cheekily as he leaned further closer and ran a thumb over the curve on jungkook's cheek.

"your muscles say otherwise." his hand travelled down from the boy's face to his bicep and gave it a squeeze.

jungkook wrapped his legs around the older's torso, eliminating any space that was previous between them. "don't tell anyone," his voice was hushed.

a thrill of exhilaration passed through his veins when jin dipped his head into the crook of his neck. he tenderly kissed each blemish he'd bruised on jungkook's neck.

"you're being really gentle, you know that?" jungkook couldn't help but sigh in content. most of the people he'd been with were just with him to get a nut bust. no one ever treated him gently like jin was currently doing—it was a nice change.

"only the best for my baby boy."

jungkook giggled again.

"and his cute giggles."

sweet words and tender exchanges replaced whatever passionate desire drove them to jungkook's run down apartment that night.

jin originally only had sex on his mind, big something about the younger boy stilled his heart to a steady beat. there was something oddly familiar and comfortable regarding him that jin wanted to just lay with.

they shared kisses and soft touches. saccharine compliments and honey gazes.

and in the morning, jungkook woke up alone.

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