This wasn't special.
He had been to Jungkook's apartment before. They all had. There was nothing to be nervous about.
Except for the fact that he was explictly here for reasons he didn't even want to think about. Despite being way past the point of guilt and currently hovering somewhere between complete disbelief and utter acceptance, those were thoughts he just wasn't ready to admit to quite yet.
Just like he wasn't quite ready to admit that he was already hard and the door wasn't even opened yet.
And dear god did he regret ever being born the moment it was. Because Jungkook was gorgerous normally. A mixture of deep masculine energy that made him want to drop down onto his knees and do whatever he was told and soft playfulness that no one else ever seemed capable of capturing.
But words did not exist for how he currently looked. Unholy. That was the only one that managed to come close.
Unholy. Like he had been created for the sin they were about to create.
"You're late." Those words barely even made through the haze that had fallen over him at the sight of those muscles encased in black cloth so tight he wondered how it managed to hold up under the strain. There was a loose long sleeved shirt on top, making the whole thing look effortless. Like he had just picked things at random and thrown them together.
Like he hadn't spent an hour in front of his closet trying to find the perfect thing the way Seokjin had.
"By five minutes." Which was honestly a miracle, given the fact that he had left his own apartment not even ten before. And he still wasn't completely happy with the way he looked.
But his hair had been gently slicked back so the fresh undercut could show through. Left messy and loose and falling down over his forehead. Paired a set of infamous ripped jeans that everyone seemed to love so much. These were dark and tighter than any of the others, sitting so low on his hips even his didn't understand how they stayed up. With a black and white striped button up that was barely loose enough to fit within his normal comfort zone.
"Strange, I thought I was pretty specific." Just why did he love this smug, demanding side of Jungkook so much anyway? By all accounts it made absolutely no sense. Kim Seokjin was not something anyone could control. An entity that did whatever it wanted whenever it wanted without ever bothering to ask for permission.
"Maybe I wanted to see what my punishment would be." They should want their first time to be sweet, shouldn't they? Soft. Special.
"Yeah? Maybe it's that I've changed my mind."
"You wouldn't." He just wouldn't.
Would he?
"Guess you'll be riding your fingers tonight instead of me."
"Jokes on you. I already did." Twice, in fact. Once in the early hours of the morning before the sun had even risen. When he had woken up from a dream so vivid that he could barely contain himself as he scrambled up on to his knees, reaching for the lubricate he kept in the drawer next to his bed.
And again right after he'd gotten that picture. Because honestly Jungkook had looked so good he had instantly forgotten about the horror he had been forced to witness and all he could remember is the way that cock felt as it slipped into his throat.
"Then I guess you don't need me." The door was closing. Jungkook was disappearing and the door was closing and he was actually panicking. Enough so that he was suddenly rushing forward, so eager to put his hand in the way and stop the progression he nearly tripped over his own two feet.
"No!" He barely even recognized his own voice as he cried out, eyes going wide and he realized he was literally about to beg.
And Kim Seokjin did not beg.
Except apparently when it came to Jeon Jungkook.
And fuck if he didn't love that too.
"I need you. Please, Hyung. I need you so much." So much that his entire body ached, like a fire that nothing else was ever going to be capable of putting out. "I know I should have waited for you. It's just -"
"It's just what, baby?" Dear God in heaven please have mercy on him. Because Jungkook was doing this thing where he was leaning against the door frame, head cocked just so while those large doe eyes stared at him.
And that tongue played over his lips and how was he supposed to resist that?
"I dreamed of you." It was so embarrassing. Why was it so embarrassing? Probably because he was dreaming of their precious little baby maknae an that was meant to be wrong.
And he really did care anymore.
"Was it a good dream?" Why was it literally none of the younger three were capable of keeping their tongue in their mouths? He needed answers.
"Such a good dream." He stepped forward as he spoke, forcing the opening to widen just a little, allowing him to slip in closer. Until a hand could lift, settling against the other's chest as he pressed in. "I woke up feeling so empty without you inside me that I couldn't help it."
Had felt so empty once he realized that he had been held so safe and tight and steady within his dream. And had woken alone, without those arms wrapped around him.
"But mostly I just want to wake up to you." Why was he speaking? Why was he actually talking about silly things like feelings right now at a time like this?
"Good." The sound of the door slamming shut echoed throughout the space they currently resided in, but both of them were too far gone to pay any attention. "Because I am never letting you go."
He didn't want Jungkook to let him go. Didn't want this to be one singular time and then they both moved on. Like they could somehow get their fill from that alone.
No. He wanted to be the one Jungkook was possessive over. Wanted to be the one who made him jealous. Wanted to be the source of his comfort. Wanted to be the one who received all of his love. Wanted to give away all of his own affection to this one soul.
There were hands moving along his body. Skimming down his sides and over the swell of his hips. Down across the slope of his ass to grip his thighs, squeezing once in warning. That was all it took for him to wrap his arms around those strong shoulders, jumping to aid the action, parting his legs as he was lifted and suddenly nothing else mattered anymore.
Because there were lips caressing his own and a heart beating against his chest and just like that, he had everything he had ever wanted.
