single; taekook

fourteen

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"you two did  w h a t "? yoongi jumped off of the couch, nearly spilling his drink and breaking his butt when he practically fell onto the floor after jungkook told him about the events that had just transpired. 

he didn't mean to spring it on the older so quickly, they were having a nice dinner of japanese food and while jae was splashing around in the bath tub, the events were bothering jungkook and he couldn't keep it in. 

taehyung sucked my dick. 

oh my god oh my god oh my god

what am i gonna do?

how am i gonna fix this?

oh no no no no no no no no 

he had to tell someone or else he might've exploded. 

"jungkook. what the fuck"? the older spluttered, laughing a little at the way that jungkook seemed so calm about this on the outside. it was a talent of his, really, to look so stoic and emotionless while complete chaos was going on in his mind. 

"i-it just happened, i don't really know how", he avoided yoongi's gaze, swirling his chopsticks in the bowl to hide the blush growing on his chubby cheeks. 

after their little, ahem, session and jae and jimin had returned, both boys seemed rather stiff around each other. jungkook scooped jaewoo in his arms, said bye to the other two and scurried off. he briefly glanced at taehyung, barely even looked at jimin after the sin that occurred on his poor couch and just listened to jae babble on about his day. 

the little one was oblivious of course, to his father's extremely high levels of anxiety, not that anyone would expect him to be able to read jungkook like that. but his off behavior was noticed by jimin who then told yoongi, who was now freaking out, just like the younger once he knew the truth. 

"how-why did you-when did this-", yoongi let out an exhale, "and on mochi's couch too"? reluctantly, jungkook nodded and he hated himself for admitting it. the couch was rather exquisite, super comfortable, sturdy, it was shipped from italy, but he wasn't really paying attention to that. 

not with the beautiful boy kneeling right in front of him, making him feel things he hadn't felt in months. 

"well.....how was it"? this made jungkook chuckle. he set his bowl down and leaned back into his shitty arm chair, it lacked in comparison to jimin's and it worsened his sore back muscles but he wasn't concentrating on that too much. 

"good, really good", jungkook didn't want to get into the details too much, "it's been what, like four months since i last got head? tae's probably been the best so far". it was the truth. who knew those pouty pink lips could do so much?

"wow, a five star review", the older smirked, "so are you guys a thing now or did you just get your dick sucked and then walked away"? he hated the way yoongi made it sound, like it was a paid hook-up with some rando, but that is what happened. 

"i wanted to but then jimin hyung came in and we both started freaking out and i just needed to leave", jungkook ran a hand through his hair. he heard jae call out for him, probably to help him get ready for bed so he stood up and grabbed yoongi's bowl as well. 

"did you pussy out of it"? the older looked at jungkook with that unbothered expression, one that not even the most analytical person in the world could decipher.