草莓|strawberries & cigarettes°yoonkook

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JEONGGUK felt elevated; had been feeling elevated, in fact, for three days and three nights now, ever since Yoongi had dropped him home after that night in the back of the mustang where his fingers had walked in Jeongguk's hand. Remnants of those fleeting moments pervaded his being as he slurped down (yet another) glass of orangeade, couple of droplets spilling down his chin.

"Dearie, you're ruining the new tablecloth."

"Mm?" He glanced up at the form of his mother staring at him with a disapproving gaze. "Yeah, sorry, won't happen 'gain."

Of course, Mr. Jeon took that exact time to speak up and try to be a significant part of his son's life. "Jeongguk," he spoke. "Listen to your mother."

The boy frowned. "That's literally what I was apologizing for--"

"Don't talk back to me, young man."

Jeongguk fumed, slamming his glass against the table. Orangeade everywhere. Disaster. Both his mother and father watched in silence as he pushed himself away from the breakfast table and stormed up the stairs, shutting the bedroom door as hard as he could so that the windowpanes shuddered.

Mrs. Jeon turned towards her husband.

"Darling," she commented. "I think he's going through puberty."

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Jeongguk screamed into his pillow; a bunch of profanities and curses and insults-- y'know, the good stuff. In the middle of cursing fate, he didn't notice Yoongi climbing in through the window, stumbling, and ultimately falling onto the carpet with a thud.

Jeongguk started, hurriedly wiping his tears, now smeared against the back of his palm. "Yoon, why're you on the floor?"

Yoongi shot him a glare. "I tripped, stupid."

"Oh." Then, "Well, get up."

"Nah," the boy chuckled. "Was actually thinking of staying like this. It's kinda nice down here."

Jeongguk laughed, crawling over to the window himself on all fours and plopping down next to the raven haired boy. Both of them stared aimlessly at the ceiling.

"Look at that crack." Yoongi pointed towards a slight chink upon the plaster paint. "Looks like a..."

"Horse." Jeongguk tilted his head a bit, scrutinizing the disordered shape. "Though it looks like a cactus like this. And a shoe like this."

"Hey, what does it look like to..." Jeongguk's smile dropped as he turned to look at the latter.

Yoongi was staring at him. And there were stars in his gaze; there were fireflies. Luminescence half concealed as if God thought, hm perhaps this creature shall hold the strength of the moon itself. Lo and behold, warmth shone outward, tenderizing Jeongguk to the tips of his fingers. He tilted his head oh so slightly to the side, lips parting in a shy smile. "What?"

He knew what, though. He knew some last piece of puzzle had fallen to it's place as soon as Yoongi had cradled his delicate heart in careful, so careful palms. Had kissed him as fire blazed around them in a halo of brilliance. Had touched him like he was persephone, begging, urging him to stay in the underworld and Jeongguk didn't have much of a choice because he had already swallowed three quarters of the grapefruit, had sucked on it like his life depended on it (and it did for Yoongi's lips were too good, too sweet, too rich in taste).

It didn't surprise him, therefore, when said boy tilted one side of his mouth upwards, hand lifting to swipe a thumb across Jeongguk's bottom lip, catching across his front teeth. And Jeongguk couldn't help it, for he was too weak to resist the grandeur radiating from Yoongi's posture. The brunet parted his teeth, letting his tongue glaze across skin, wetting it, leaving a thin trail of saliva between their contact.

And now Yoongi's irises had lost their luminescence, replaced by suffocating dark, and fuck, Jeongguk loved that, loved how shadows encompassed the entirety of them. If they had been lit by angels before, demons had taken over now. "Do that again" an order, spoken into existence.

And what Yoongi wants, Yoongi gets.

His gaze never once left Jeongguk's face as Jeongguk did, in fact, do it again, swiping his tongue across the boy's thumb, his ruby red lips glistening with the amount of spit accumulated by his salivary glands. And he felt some of it drip against his chin but he didn't care cause he knew Yoongi liked it by the way his eyes narrowed only just.

Next thing he knew, the finger in his mouth was replaced by something so much sweeter, Yoongi lapping up the spit with his own tongue, lips sliding against lips again and again and again and it was disgusting and sloppy but so much better cause of that, a hand pushing Jeongguk onto his back as the raven haired dionysus sipped on him like he was the richest wine. And Yoongi tasted ambrosiac, now completely hovering above him. His hands found Jeongguk's, interwining them above his head, bodies pressed together, sweat intermingling.

"This what," Jeongguk managed to breathe out, amongst the onslaught of kisses. "this what you came here to do?"

Yoongi forced Jeongguk's mouth open to slide his wet tongue inside, humming in somewhat of an affirmative. "mm'yeah, amongst another things."

Jeongguk pulled back, instead mouthing at Yoongi's jaw "Elaborate 'other things'." mumbled.

The raven haired boy circled a thumb and forefinger around his chin, pulling until their mouths were aligned once again. Tsk, so needy. Jeongguk detached their contact, closing his teeth over Yoongi's bottom lip. Pulling slightly.

"Won't kiss you until you tell me." He allowed a pout to adorn his features, noting in satisfaction as Yoongi's will crumbled before his very eyes. "Fine."

The older leaned up one elbow, the other hand still clasped in Jeongguk's fingers. And oh, was that a blush on his cheekbones? "Was kinda sorta wonderin'," he averted his gaze, with it sliding down Jeongguk's torso, taking in the way his button down slightly rode up at the bottom, revealing the slightest peek of strawberry skin. "if you'd wanna go with me to this place."

Jeongguk smiled a bit. "What place?"

"Ah, y'know it's nothing special, just" Yoongi was looking at literally everything except at him (it was driving him mad, look at me damnit) "Found it a couple years back. Think you'd find it groovy."

He really was blushing.

Not being able to resist it anymore, Jeongguk wrapped his mouth around his, pushing upwards until he had Yoongi sitting under him, his thighs cradling his waist, knees on either sides of his legs. Yes 'course I'll go, is what he meant to convey and apparently he got his point across, since he felt Yoongi grip his waist, his thumbs gliding under his loose fitting shirt, grazing the skin around his abdomen. I'd follow you to the ends of the universe.

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a/n; ooo where r they gnna go hmmmm

also i apologise for the finger sucking thing if its not your jazz,,, i happen to find it hot