He Is Mine (YoonJinKook)

Can't seem to let you go

Jungkook drags the back of his hand against Seokjin's chubby cheek, stroking the soft span of skin there. His husband still remains unconscious from the ass-beating sex. He felt guilty and proud at the same time, he never had any intentions of hurting Jin, but somehow he felt boastful from his act that caused Seokjin to be in this state. Those pudgy lips of his husband tempted him to claim it once again. So he did. He slotted his thin lips to Seokjin's.

The energy and power that was taken away from his body busted back into him. It is no lie, that a simple sense of touch from Seokjin can make such a great impact to him. The love in their relationship is indescribable.

He recalls the first time he met this beautiful angel during college. His pupils dilated to an unimaginable size, taking over most of the color of his eyes. It wasn't obvious from afar, but only noticeable if very near. Embarrassingly, Seokjin's face was inches away from him the moment they both met each other for the first time. The older male missed a step while going down the flight of stairs. It would be a shame to put that pretty face to waste if it collided with the marble floor. Good thing he was there to save his princess. He was pretty strong as well. The moment Seokjin gasped as he missed the step and closed his eyes, he caught Jin in his arms, making them look like dancing partners in tango.

A knock from the door cut off his flashback. He could hear goofy giggles from the other side of the door. It was practically the four idiots. What's worse is that they may have heard the previous sounds that echoed through their hotel suite. Those nosy perverts. Aren't they decent enough to give them some respectful privacy. They really are idiots.

Jungkook sighed backed to reality and forced himself out of the bed to clean himself up under half a minute. He couldn't let Seokjin be abrupted from his sleep from the knocks. He dressed up hurriedly, leaving a few of his buttons unbuttoned on his shirt. His hair not even paid attention to. At least, he doesn't forget to cover his husband's body with the bedsheets and clean his tummy, although he left the cum inside of him for remembrance when he wakes up.

He opens the door only to be wooed at, the four idiots grinning at him sweetly. He notices the glasses in their hands. They were probably using those as tools to absorb the sound waves in the room. Wow. They really are idiotic perverts.

"Hey...Jungkook-ah...ehm ehm....hehehehehehe..." Taehyung greets awkwardly, not being able to look at him in the eye. The glass in his other hand trembling, matching the emotions he is currently portraying.

"Anyways, we want you to join us for soju." Namjoon cracks out. His smile too cringe worthy because of his dimples, although the smile did not reach his wide eyes.

"Oohhhhhhh sojuuuuu?" Jungkook prolongs his pronunciations as he lifts his arms to cross it over his chest. He was sarcastic for that matter. Jungkook eyes each and one of the four idiots. Slicing their necks with his squinty eyes, in an imaginary way.

"Nahhhhh.....we actually minded to invade your privacy by sticking our ears to your door...annnddd decided to get you drunk so you can tell us how good it feels when you're in bed with Seokjin hyung." Hoseok spills the beans with an unbothered face that left Jungkook speechless. It was such a straightforward statement.

The glass in Jimin's hand used to be empty. USED TO. But well, the tables have turned. The glass in his hand is now filled with tea. The tea that is being consumed by none other than Jimin. Jimin sips his tea while looking at his peers. He shivers a bit when it feels like the glass that he used as a device to hear the sounds from the couple's room, is now pouring the liquid into his mouth, it felt like drinking those sounds. He didn't budge.

"You won't squeeze anything out of me. But who am I to refuse soju?....I cannot drink as much, Jin will start worrying if I get drunk." Jungkook guarantees.

The four idiots nodded dumbly while they patiently waited for Jungkook to lock the suite door.

The five of them headed to the lower floor beneath the top level. The bar is located there anyways. Mr. Min really kept his promise, no one else but them occupied the hotel. Tons of various liquor were filed by name, you can pretty much find every single alcohol there. The four idiots drooled over the sight. They helped themselves by grabbing whichever bottle they liked. The bottles were settled on the table by the balcony sofa. Breezy air soothed their bodies as they chug down their drinks.

"So tell us - how's Jin hyung in bed?" Hoseok breaks the silence.

"If you idiots managed to beat me by taking 10 shots non-stop without passing out, I won't hesitate showing you guys our sextape." Jungkook murmurs.

Without any hesitation, the four idiots started pouring drinks and counting til' they reach 10. Their faces scrunch whenever the strong liquor licks down their throats. As expected, when the four of them reached their 5th shot, they were goners. Namjoon began snoring the moment his eyes shut. Hoseok didn't take long before he actually collapsed. Jimin was about to take his 6th shot but dropped it and fell asleep. Taehyung, dwelled on fighting the urge to pass out. Surprisingly, he squinted his eyes and forced himself to down 5 more shots slowly.

Jungkook's hands trembled in fear as he watched Taehyung finish his last shot. Thankfully, before Taehyung could even bring his glass to his lips, he fainted.

The couple does have a sextape. They swore to keep it hidden forever. The tape was filmed during their honeymoon a year ago. They only filmed it to remember their newly wed "memories". Seokjin would always blush when Jungkook would mention it, but he got used to it since they always make love every other night.

Jungkook breathes through his nostrils heavily.

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Jin stirs in his sleep as a hot and wet tongue roams his neck, damping his skin. A hand comes up to his stomach to rub it. The mouth on his neck started sucking and biting. A hard object pressed against his crotch, grinding softly.

Something was different. Something felt different. Something was so different that it didn't feel right. The scent lingering in the air did not smell like the fragrance he was used to. The atmosphere is not like the one before, the one with Jungkook.

To confirm his doubts, he calls out. "Jungkook?" He whispers. No reply. Instead, the sucking and the grinding became aggressive.

He opens his eyes.

The moonlight shone through the window, highlighting the mop of blonde hair above him.