He was being shoved against another wall. This time of some impossibly little back room that he wasn't even sure how Jungkook had managed to find.
Only that something was falling, the sound echoing in the small space and he almost laughed at how ironic it all was.
"Want to ruin my throat again, Hyung?" He wanted that too, actually. Didn't really care if he never sang again at this point. As long as some part of him could be stuffed full of that cock.
"Oh no, this time I'm going for something lower." That was.
Exactly what he wanted.
He wanted it so badly that he could feel himself clench at the words.
He wanted to be slammed against a wall and told he was going to be ruined. Wanted someone who wouldn't treat him like he was made of glass. Wanted someone strong who could lift him up and press him into the nearest flat surface and just do whatever they pleased.
Wanted someone like Jungkook.
Jungkook. He wanted Jungkook.
"Yeah? And what are you gonna use to prepare me, Hyung?" He wanted Jungkook, sure, but unlike seemingly everyone else, he was still in posession of sense.
"Are we really gonna pretend like you've never done this before?" They could. But they both knew just how big of a lie it would be.
"Have you?"
"When are you gonna stop treating me like a little kid? I'm not a baby anymore, Seokjin." Literally everyone could see that. Despite the way Jungkook so often still acted like the young teenager they had once met, he most definitely was not. No, he was all grown up. And he had the body and hormones to prove it.
"So you've fucked someone in a supply closet with spit for lube before? Good to know." And so what if he was a little bit jealous at the thought of Jungkook doing this with anyone else. It wasn't like he had been interested back then.
Only that was a lie too. He had been interested since the day the other turned nineteen and they all realized it was over for them.
"Are you jealous, babe?" God that was all the younger's ego needed. To know that he had actually managed to make the great Kim Seokjin jealous.
"Excuse me, but Kim Seokjin does not get jealous." He did though. And he was. And they both knew it.
"You are."
"I am not you insufferable little brat." Slender hands came up, rested against strong shoulders and pushed, despite the way he knew that, technically, he wasn't actually strong enough to move Jungkook very far at all.
"Where do you think you're going?" One hand tighten upon his hips, pressing him further against the wall, while the other lifted, gathered both of those tiny wrist within nimble fingers and brought them up above his head, leaving him trapped and defensive.
But he still had his tongue, and that was far more skilled anyway.
"Away from you." Should he be sassing right now? Probably not. But apparently this was just the game they were going to play.
"Oh no, you still have a punishment to receive. Remember baby? For kissing Taehyung in front of me." Something was pressing against his thigh, and it didn't take a genius to figure out what it was.
"Did you seriously just forget that I kissed Jimin too? What is it with you and Taehyung anyway? The two of you act like you're in competition for my affection or something." It was interesting, the way Jungkook's face changed. It was brief and subtle but it was there, and he made a note to mention something to Namjoon. Because there was clearly more to this that had nothing to do with a battle over his misplaced kisses.
