[Vkook] My King

Outro : Jungkook

Occasionally, whispers about how Jungkook is less than his brother still ran throughout the streets, and more often than he'd like to admit, Jungkook still believes it.

He figured he shouldn't mind it as much as he does, though. After all that he'd made his elder brother go through, he doesn't feel like he has the right to complain about any negative comment people might throw his way.

But actuality persists for Jungkook's insecurities to stay – for it to be buried deep within his marrow and to flow through his veins, right where it belongs. Words, facts that stated how Taehyung is literally golden whilst Jungkook is just silver; a forever shameful color against the glow of gold.

Jungkook tried to make it go away, but the problem was that everything were true. Taehyung is better than him, he is more deserving of the love from the people, more fit to be king – they were all facts, and how the fuck does one get rid of facts?

These times, Jungkook decided to just embrace it. He couldn't be any more than what his brother were, and maybe that's fine – maybe he doesn't need to be. Taehyung seemed to love him either way, so maybe –

"What are you thinking?"

Jungkook snapped his gaze upon his brother, slowly regaining focus, "Nothing," he says with a groan as the elder sinks down onto him, "Nothing – fuck, you're so beautiful,"

And then Taehyung doesn't exactly pause, per se, but he does slow down, significantly at that. He looks down at Jungkook, eyes hazed as he does so, and mind reeling at the feeling of the younger's cock inside him, "God's sake, Jungkook-ah," he says – almost moaned out – with a trembling laugh, "You think you aren't?"

Jungkook doesn't really say anything back; only breathes heavily, letting out large puffs of breaths, ribcage heaving aggressively – he doesn't know what to say, let alone what to feel; all he knows was the unsettling fact that his own heart is trying to suffocate him and that he might be dying. "You –" he opened his mouth and closes it again, biting on his tongue as he does so, "Fuck, Tae,"

Somehow, what follows next is a blur of grey and brown, and a swish of harsh, yet quick-passing wind. Jungkook blinks once, taking a second to realize that he'd just flipped their position by sheer impulse. That his brother's wrist were caged in between the edge of his fingernails because he'd been fucking flipped over, and he was now the one looming from above.

"Woah – wait, Jung –"

Jungkook leans in to seal a chaste kiss, and Taehyung was only half-aware of the beastly gaze the younger was holding upon him. "It's your fault," Jungkook explains quickly, not wanting to admit that Taehyung's indirect compliment made his entire body move on it's own, "I couldn't bear the snail pace you set."

Taehyung seemed to believe him, thankfully enough, and replied, in a slow voice, "Just – not too fast, alright?"

"Yes," Jungkook breathes, fingers digging into the elder's hips to anchor him with each thrust. A part of him felt like he'd be lying because Taehyung were irresistible, and Jungkook wouldn't even be human if he could have any sort of self-restraint against the blonde – but he'll try. "Of course."

And, actually, he did try, for about a minute or two, before then reverting to the animal that he was; quick-paced and brutal as always – in his defense, though, Taehyung hadn't told him to slow down.

After some time of chests and noses, and foreheads colliding messily, and the numerous attempts to kiss tenderly despite the beastly pace they've set, Jungkook starts to feel the burn on the pit of his stomach – a sharp-edged taste that felt heavenly.

Jungkook came first at the end; as expected, and quite naturally so. Spilling inside his brother and relishing at the warmth. He leaned into the patch of skin on his brother's neck, pressing their bodies close and smirking as the elder spasms weakly under him.

It's not long before Taehyung comes too; whispering Jungkook's name against his lips as he does so, euphoria pushing it's way into his veins and making his eyes roll into the back of his skull. He hears small murmurs of the younger calling his name into the crook of his neck as he tangles his fingers on the younger's hair.

"Messy," Taehyung points out with a small laugh when the both of them had gone down from their high. "It's your clean-up duty this time."

"What?" Jungkook asks ludicrously, small pants still running through his lips, "Why not let the maids do it?"

"And let everyone – including mom and dad – find out that we fucked? Not in this lifetime."

Jungkook cringed, eyes crinkling into crescents as his mouth took an unnatural shape, "Don't bring up mom and dad," He says, "You're making this weird."

"Oh shut up, you love me."

Jungkook sighs and doesn't say anything back. Because he does.

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I can't fucking write smut ugh.

but tell me what you think about it i guess...?