The Package || Jinkook

Chapter 24

Yoongi adjusts his tie in the mirror for the millionth time. His nerves have been acting up so badly that he can't even use his fingers properly. As Jungkook emerges from his bedroom he sees the man struggling. He laughs lightly and wraps his arms around Yoongi's neck from behind to adjust the tie properly, patting down his dress shirt around his chest and gliding his down to his hips to smooth out the wrinkles in his shirt. Yoongi revels in the feeling for a mere second before realizing that it's Jungkook making him feel this way.

Quickly, Yoongi turns around to face the boy, grabbing him by the face and pressing his lips against his hard. Jungkook jumps back, total confusion written all over his face. He looks Yoongi up and down and his confusion turns into a smirk. He bites his lip and pushes Yoongi against the mirror, causing it to unhinge from the wall and shatter onto the ground. Neither of them care. They kiss each other, bodies pressed together and groins touching ever so softly. Jungkook's hand reaches down to grip Yoongi's cock, a moan releasing from his lips. The touch is different from that of a women's. It's not delicate, it's raw and strong. Yoongi thrusts into the touch and Jungkook quickly takes off Yoongi's pants. Down on his knees he praises Yoongi's dick with his tongue, inviting the member deep into his mouth. The feeling is incredible, indescribable. No other partner of his ever did this. Women are soft creatures and he never thought of doing something so... taboo. He didn't want to ruin a moment. Sex was never so tainted with woman. Always very orderly and intimate. He took care of them and they took care of him, but never like this. 

Never.

Like.

THIS!

This feeling! 

He wakes up, startled. He lifts the sheets and finds them soiled in sweat and semen. 

A wet dream? About Jungkook? But why?

Yoongi isn't attracted to men. He never was. Never will be. So why this dream?

He shakes his head and looks at the clock. It's only 10pm. The night is still young.

The night life.

He gets dressed in a floral patterned button up and black ripped jeans. He ties up his combat boots and pats down his hair, throwing on cologne. Tiptoeing outside his room and into the hallway, the man sees that Jungkook's door is closed. Every time he sneaks out to go to the club, he always gets caught. Not this time. Yoongi takes small steps towards the main door and the minute he's out, he makes a full sprint down the stairs and into his car. There's only one way to get over a wet dream.

To make that dreams a reality. Or... as close to a reality that a straight man can make it. 

Yoongi pulls into the club and and approaches the double doors. He vows not to drink this time. Last time he drank it was bad. Apparently. All he can remember is chopsticks. 

Did he have chopsticks?

He shakes away the thought and enters the club. Loud music echoes against the walls and reverberates down his spine. He makes his way to the dance floor where he spots a gorgeous woman, hips wide, volumptious breasts, and a behind that definitely belonged in that gold jumpsuit. Everything about the girl drove him wild. 

Before approaching her he looks at his surroundings. He sees people staring, eyes not wide in awe like his, but rather filled with criticism. They were staring at her, the way she moved. She wasn't the average Korean. That's for sure. But they were probably criticizing her size. They were thinking she wasn't thin enough to wear something like that, or that it's inappropriate, or too tight. But Yoongi, he reveled in the opportunity to land eyes on such a beautiful woman. 

Glancing over at the goddess, he sees that she has suddenly stopped dancing and is starting to shrink into the crowd. She can feel the eyes on her, she can hear the non-existent whispers. She knows. 

His hand clasps over her wrist and she jumps in fear. He shakes his head and smiles, trying to calm her. 

He wants to save her, that's all. His thoughts of hitting and quitting are gone. He wants to dance with her, to feel the light return to her face, to see her smile again. 

Her smile is delicate and worried but she takes his hand and he pulls her gently back onto the dance floor. A slow sensual song comes on and her eyes light up, turning her gaze to his eyes and beaming lust. She brings her body closer to his till every inch of their bodies are touching. 

"My name's Yoongi" He says as his body shakes with anticipation. The woman grins, red lipstick framing brilliant white teeth. She grinds against him to the beat of the music.

"Hwasa" The name slips off her tongue and pierces the young man. 

"Let's get out of here" he whispers to hear. She nods excitedly, no hesitation. 

Let's hope Jungkook doesn't wake up.