fraud // namkook

3

a/n: jungkook's first mistake was stealing jimin's wallet
---

after waiting restlessly two days, jungkook finally got a text from namjoon in his social phone. and so they talked, about all things. jungkook found that namjoon is a college student, a rich one. and that he likes sweet treats and cute stuff. he loves animals and taking walks and he's smart as fuck. and that the guy who kissed him in the bar, who claimed to be his boyfriend was not actually his boyfriend, but rather a very protective close friend. he hates the guy.

jungkook continuously exchange innocent texts with namjoon. even during mission he spared time to check a message from namjoon, it only said  "(❁'▽'❁)*✲ﾟ* have a good day kookie!"

jungkook didnt realize he was smiling at the message, mumbling to himself "cute" then proceed along his mission. he finds himself wondering would namjoon like this gold ring that he saw while he took things he was ordered to steal, or would he like a diamond chocker he saw in a wardrobe of a stranger he's stealing from, should he take some jewels and gift them to namjoon? how would he react? would he blush? namjoon's face blushing might be something extraordinary. jungkook wonders when will he get to meet him again

jungkook made plans with namjoon for new years eve. namjoon was going to a friend's party and wanted jungkook to come along, he agreed right away, wanting to see namjoon again. he even bought a new outfit for the occasion. 

before he even get into the huge mansion, he could already hear the loud music booming, people were scattered all around, obnoxious bright lights changing colors, the was a plastic christmas tree in the corner decorated with bras rather than baubles, plastic cups everywhere and the food was.. good food, somehow surprisingly.

he did came to a-- what do people call these things? frat parties? yeah that-- once, uninvited. no one cared though, no one asked who he was (some did, not because they wanted to check whether he was a student but because they wanted him.). he remember the only thing served there beside the alcohol was chips. just chips. but here, there's actually a long table full of all kinds of snacks. 

he wonder sometimes, would he survive if he hadn't chosen to be a criminal. of course jungkook loves his life and his job and what it earns him right now but he wonder how would it feel to be a college student, to have friends and just be. without having to be cautious around people and watch over himself, over every word that comes out of his mouth, having to maintain lies and add more lies to build up an image of what he is not. would he live off of coffee and chips but have a lot of friends? and attend parties like this where he can go stupid and forget about college and life and just live in the moment?

jungkook spent a good amount of time trying everything on the table, drowned in his thoughts as he chews despite the booming music and how everyone else was... not sober. until someone tapped his shoulder from behind, and there he was. there he was.

jungkook forgot momentarily how much he wanted to see him, distracted by the food but now he was in front of him. it hurts how he looks impossibly better every time they meet.

how does he do that?

and the he fucking giggled.

"hungry?" he said teasingly, but jungkook couldn't even bother to come up with a reply. namjoon looked beautiful. he's hot and tall and thick and he's witty and funny and he's cute and he's beautiful . jungkook felt foreign to the word, he never used that word before namjoon, like he never encountered something of that word before namjoon. if he has, he doesn't remember anything else that he ever thought was beautiful, because right here, in front of him, is the only one ever deserving of the B word.

"hey jungkook" namjoon softly greeted when he saw that jungkook wasn't answering and looked like he was in a trance

Jungkook only nodded at him, finding it hard to speak.

jungkook cleared his throat before firmly saying hi, unintentionally making his voice sound deeper, making namjoon giggle once again. namjoon took his hand and guide him to an empty sofa, they talked, drinks in their cups, conversations one after another about the most random topic. it was different but it was nice. 

jungkook was never into much talking with people he fucks but talking to namjoon was good, cause he knows a lot and his voice is good and his dimples appear when he laughs at jungkook's jokes or his lack of knowledge of some basic things namjoon learned at school and it was good and jungkook never want to stop. and then they danced, his limbs loose from the alcohol and everyone was having fun and jungkook felt light for the first time in months. namjoon was in his arms moving to the beat, wild with his hips, catching jungkooks eyes he winked. 

jungkook was worried he might get a nosebleed. jungkook felt like he was buzzing from alcohol but he only had one glass of beer and it usually take at least 5 to get him tipsy but he's stumbling. the air was hot and everything else was a blur except for him, namjoon grinding back at him with mischievous smile and heavy lidded eyes. 

jungkook paid zero mind to the girls who threw themselves at him, trying to get him to even look at them only to get a sore disappointment. his eyes stayed on namjoon, sharp on every twist and spin and roll he does, namjoon has his undivided attention. jungkook only realised he is undeniably hard on his jeans. namjoon awaken something vain and primal in jungkook, something he hasn't felt in a long time. a feeling like the very first time he got in a mission; challenged, excited and dangerous.

suddenly someone yelled "15 seconds to new year!", namjoon turned to face jungkook and ceased his dances, so does everyone else, then they started counting down from 10, jungkook and namjoon joined, yelling at the top of their lungs. namjoon's smile was wide, his dimples looking deep, his teeth pearly white and his eyes sparkled. "happy new year jungkook" he said softly, among people's cheers, despite all hell breaking loose around them, namjoon's voice was the only one he heard, the only one that matters. jungkook didn't even realize his grin was never as wide but he knows his heart never beat faster than that moment. jungkook tried to at least say something back but he kissed namjoon instead.

namjoon didn't pause when jungkook kissed him, there's no surprise. he only leans into it, placing his hands on jungkook's cheeks, soft and loose. his lips fall open, letting jungkook taste him, sweet and mint and hot. jungkook's hand tighten around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer, flush againts each other, big hands roaming namjoon's back. the kiss turned out to be a lot more than whatever jungkook thought it would be, namjoon felt like honey. jungkook only grow ravenous after getting a taste, he'll never get enough of this. jungkook groans when they parted lips, catching their breath

"fuck.." he cursed, seeing namjoon's lips red-bitten and shiny and plumpier. before he could dive in at him again, namjoon took his hand and guide him through the sweltering crowd, jungkook glared at the eyes of people watching namjoon hungrily, grabbing his ass on their way up the stairs which namjoon playfully tutted him for. they walked through the hallway, passed doors, the music fading only a notch, then namjoon got in one of the rooms and dragged jungkook in, pushing him againts the wall and kissing him again. jungkook was dizzy for a moment, namjoon was intoxicating. but jungkook quickly got a grip and kiss him back, there's a new eagerness in him, namjoon let him take contol and lead. maybe he shouldn't, cause they didnt know what kind of situation jungkook is leading them to

---
thank you for reading!
thank you for voting!
it means so much <3<3