"Jungkook-ah, wake up."

Jungkook was being shaken, Seokjin's voice ringing in his ears— and what the hell did he just say?

"Why," the younger whined as he turned over onto the bed, eyeing Seokjin, who was sitting up beside him. "Why are you calling me that?"

  They had both already woken up once today, but after Jungkook went and freshened up, he decided that he wanted to take a nap instead of doing anything today.

  Today, Sunday, should be their last day for their trip. They would leave tomorrow after lunch.

  Sure, he wanted to make the most of the trip, but naps are just as much of a vacation as doing fun things is. Plus, he's already had so much fun. Swimming, amazing date, cuddling Jin, ping-pong. Fun!

  So why the hell is Seokjin waking him up right now?

"Jungkook-ah, the others are gone for a bit."

  Jungkook huffed, then turned away from Jin, cuddling into his pillow instead of looking back at him.

"Stop calling me that," he demanded.

  He could hear a soft chuckle come from behind him, a hard shuffle on the bed, very obnoxious, and soon he could feel Seokjin's body pressing against his.

  His chest huddled into Jungkook's back, and his hand snuck under the blanket, under the hem of Jungkook's t-shirt, and chills sent through his body at Jin's cold touch.

  The cold hand traveled up to Jungkook's waist, pulling him closer, if possible.

  Jungkook's mouth felt so dry at every touch, especially when he could feel hot breath on the skin of his neck.

  Soon replaced by tongue, Jungkook gasped lightly as Seokjin started kissing and sucking on the back of his neck, grip tighter onto his pillow as Seokjin continued making his body light up like fire.

"H-Hyung?"

  Seokjin moved in an inch, still kissing at his neck. "Hmm?" His voice was low against his skin, buzzing.

"What- What're you doing?" Jungkook asked.

  He held back a whine as Seokjin pressed his lower body into him, his ass against Jin's crotch, so familiar yet so daring, it felt like.

  "What would you rather me call you?" Seokjin muttered into his ear, instead referring to his previous question, breath still so hot, but making Jungkook's body shiver. "Bun? Baby?"

  All Jungkook could do was breathe heavily, trying to figure out whether this was a wet dream or not. His pillow was already between his thighs, not making this any better. Just his hard cock pressing against the soft fabric.

  When the fuck did he get hard? He doesn't even know how. Fuck, he's either too sensitive or he just woke up like this. Either way, shit.

  "Hyung are you... are you horny or something?" he choked out as Seokjin rubbed against him.

  The blankets were too hot over his body. The house was too silent. Seokjin was making him horny just by this.

  "Well," Seokjin stopped for a moment. "Depends. Are you?"

  Jungkook chuckled. "I didn't tease you all morning just to not want you to be horny, hyung."

  Seokjin huffed against his skin. "Fucking brat."

  He slid his hand down to Jungkook's cock, grabbing him through his shorts, the younger gasping and pushing his ass back into him.

  "Hah," he let out. "Thought you wanted to take things slow, hyung. What made you change your mind?"

  Seokjin exhaled, rough breaths as he grinded against his ass. "I can't not fucking want you, Jungkook."

  Jungkook pushed him back a little and then turned around, finally face to face with the older.

  "Stop calling me that." He pouted as Seokjin wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in, their thighs latching together, tented cocks pressing into each other.

  Seokjin lifted Jungkook's chin, forcing him to look up at him. His eyes were dark, lids low as he looked down at the younger. Sexy.

"Then stop fucking teasing me, Jeon."

  Jungkook pouted even more, then he rolled his hips against Jin's thigh, pushed his cock against Jin for more friction. "Then fuck me already, Kim."

  He could see the way Seokjin's eyes narrowed, the way his jaw clenched at the name. Not only that, but the way Seokjin pulled away from Jungkook and sat up on the bed.

  Jungkook frowned in fear that he did wrong, but Seokjin was quick to grab ahold of his thighs, tugging him and pushing him onto his stomach, chest mashed into the mattress.

  He was going to ask, but as he felt Seokjin jerk the blankets off of him, he knew. He just knew.

"Hyung—"

"Don't," Seokjin cut him off with a stern voice.

  Then he could feel Seokjin crawl towards him, getting behind him. He could also feel Seokjin's big hands pull his hips up, forcing him onto his knees. He leaned down to Jungkook's level, lips pressing gently to the back of his neck again.

  "Is this okay?" Seokjin nearly whispered, and something inside of Jungkook felt so warm. Safe.

  "Yes, hyung." Another kiss was planted onto his skin. "Do what you want. It's okay. You know what I like."

  He could almost hear Seokjin's smirk. "Of course, I know what you like." His fingers tangled into Jungkook's hair, pulling his head back only slightly. "Are you gonna be a good bun? Gonna make me feel good? Hmm?"

  Jungkook's eyes felt like rolling into the back of his head as Seokjin's free hand slid from his waist to his cock, palm pressed against the shaft.

  "Fuck," he let out. "Use me, hyung. Bun wants you. Want you to fuck me."

  He whined as Seokjin tugged his hair harder, then slipped his hand under his shorts, pulling his cock out.

  Jin touched him only a bit, his fingers sliding over the tip of his cock. Jungkook's thighs clenched with every gentle slide, the pleasure building up.

  "F-Fuck," he moaned, nails digging into the sheets.

  "Good, bun."

  Jungkook inhaled deeply as Seokjin's clothed cock pressed against him, using his ass to grind against. His hole clenched around nothing, wanting Seokjin inside him. Wanting to be full. To be a good bun.

  How had they even gotten here?

  They've never had sex without cameras. The first time Jungkook tried, Seokjin told him that he wanted to go slow. So what the fuck is going on right now? This isn't slow. Hell, Jungkook feels close already.

  "Please, hyungie."

  Seokjin sounded breathless, the way he huffed out. "What do you want, baby?"

  Jungkook blushed the more his hair was pulled back, making sure he was still in place. Blushed when Seokjin stopped stroking, only moved his hand further into his shorts, fingers pressed against his taint to tease.

  He should not have been so affected, but just being under Seokjin's hold was enough to make his knees go weak and cock twitch in anticipation.

  But a sudden ring sounded in the room, Jungkook's ringtone, and it made him flinch because of such loud noise that interrupted them.

  Jungkook frowned as Seokjin pulled his hand out of his shorts and leaned back, his warmth fleeing from Jungkook's back.

  He turned around, brows furrowed as Seokjin moved away even further.

  "Hyung?—"

  "Take the call," Seokjin let out, voice monotone and low.

  Jungkook pouted as he reached for his phone on the bedside table, but he didn't want to take the call. Didn't want to stop what they were doing. "But hyung..."

  He watched as Seokjin leaned towards him and his eyes fluttered closed as Seokjin got closer, but he only pressed a short kiss to Jungkook's forehead, then hurried away again.

  "Answer the call, bun." Seokjin placed his hand on Jungkook's thigh and caressed his skin a bit as he answered the call.

  "Hello?" he questioned into the phone. It was an unknown number.

  Seokjin pressed another kiss to his temple, then left the bed, left Jungkook sitting there, still hard, and now on the phone with whoever the fuck just ruined their moment.

  "Hey, is this Jungkook?" he heard through the phone.

  "Yes. Who is this?"

  "It's Mark!" the guy answered cheerfully. "You know, from work. I'm the guy that was interrupted by Seokjin-ssi that one day... We were talking..."

  Jungkook pursed his lips together. "Oh."

  Seokjin was locked in the bathroom now, the shower turned on, and Jungkook was still hard, sitting on the bed, and it's all because of this guy?

  "Yeah," Mark sounded too cheerful for Jungkook's liking. "I just wanted to call and see if you wanted to maybe meet up. Maybe get lunch or something sometime."

  Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows at that. "As friends? You're not asking me on a date, are you?" he asked.

  "Oh," Mark cleared his throat. "As friends, of course. Is it a bad thing to want to be friends, Jungkook-ah?"

  Well, no. But...

  Now Jungkook's mood is ruined. He was so freaking needy, wanted Seokjin, and was finally going to get him with no cameras involved, but this Mark guy just ruined it all.

  "Know what? Sure. We can go." His voice was forced to meet Mark's cheerfulness. Jungkook can never be rude to anyone, so he agreed. "I'm on vacation right now. You can just text me after Monday, okay?"

  Wait, how did he even get Jungkook's number to begin with?

  "Oh, sure! Okay. I'll text you then."

  Why didn't he just text him to begin with? And why does he want to be friends, anyway? They've barely even spoken before. Jungkook can barely even remember what they spoke about to begin with.

  And Seokjin isn't coming back in here for them to finish what they were doing! Fuck. Another day, another disappointment.

  Jungkook ended the call.

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  The door to the bathroom creaked open and Jungkook eyed, waiting as Seokjin slowly opened it.

  "Hyung," he called out.

  The door opened more. Seokjin's head was hanging sort of low as he walked towards him, finding a place to sit at the end of the bed.

  Jungkook rolled his eyes as he crawled to the end of the bed, behind his boyfriend, who was still silent. He wrapped his legs and arms around Seokjin, cheek pressed into his back as he hugged him.

  "Hyungie," he muttered again. "Don't be upset with yourself. I shouldn't have teased you this morning if you wanted to take things slow. Please don't blame yourself. I'm sorry."

  Seokjin's hand found his, merely holding onto him as he sighed.

  "Baby, I have to blame myself. I told you that I wanted to take things slow, but here I am, asking the others to leave the house and waking you up—"

  "You asked the others to leave?" Jungkook questioned.

  Seokjin held tighter onto his hand. "God, please don't embarrass me even more. I know it sounds dumb. I just... Trust me, I want you. A lot. But I did want to go slow. Shit."

  He groaned and then bent forward, getting out of Jungkook's hold as he stood up from the bed.

  "I've made an absolute fool out of myself this entire trip," Seokjin turned to him, eyes filled with that last string of hope. "But you're being so forgiving with me, bun."

  Jungkook followed, standing from the bed and stepping up to him. He took Seokjin's hand and pulled him forward, forcing the older into another hug.

  A real hug.

  A warm, gentle hug. Just like the first time they ever did this. The anniversary video. Such a caring hug, that was. But this time it's real. The feelings are genuine.

  Seokjin's big, warm hands pressing into his lower back, the soft smile on Jungkook's face, no cameras, no acting. It's all so much to take in, but Jungkook can handle that.

   "I like you a lot," Jungkook mumbled into Jin's neck as he nuzzled his nose into his skin. "Idiot," he included. "I like you too much to care. You've seen me, hyung. You told me that it was okay to be sensitive. You let me cry- and then you took me on, like, the best date I've ever been on."

  He held tighter onto Seokjin the more he spoke. "So if you want to go slow, then we can. I don't want you to regret it if we do go further, though. I don't want you to be embarrassed, either. And please, don't apologize and don't be upset with yourself."

  He wasn't sure if he was overusing his words, but the more he felt Seokjin soften into the hold, the more he felt like talking. The more he felt like reassuring him.

  "Okay, hyung?"

  Seokjin nudged his face into the younger's neck. "Okay," he muttered as low as he could.

  "Hyung?" Seokjin hummed back at Jungkook in response. "If you ever want to take that step, let's be sure. Tell me, okay? Let's communicate a little more."

  A nod into his neck.

  Good.

  "Bunny..."

  Jungkook grinned at the name. "Yes, hyungie?" He pulled away from the hug so that they could meet eyes again. Seokjin seemed to be a little more calm now.

  "Who called you?" Seokjin asked.

  Oh, yeah.

  "Mark," Jungkook told him.

  Seokjin's eyebrows furrowed. "Mark? Who the heck is that? I thought it was Joon or Hoseok trying to mess with us."

  Jungkook sighed. "No, it's Mark... From work. Said he wanted to get lunch together after vacation."

  At that, Seokjin was still, eyes slightly widened and breath held in the silent room. "A date?" he asked, voice nearly a whisper. "He asked you out?"

  No! Jungkook made sure that he was clear. Made sure to mention that they were only going as friends.

  "No, hyung. It's just meeting up with a friend."

  Seokjin tilted his head. "I've never heard you talk about Mark before."

  Probably because he's nobody to Jungkook. Probably because he's never even had a conversation with him. They only work together. Maybe not so much of a friend.

  "Hyungie," Jungkook grabbed ahold of Jin's hands and pulled him forward again, this time bringing their faces only inches apart. "Are you jealous?" he whispered.

  Seokjin's eyes were searching his, knowing that he's teasing, but seeming to not fully understand.

  Instead of answering him, Seokjin leaned in and pressed their lips together. Their lips weren't separating, and Seokjin knew what he was doing when he sucked in Jungkook's bottom lip. He knew what he was doing when he pulled away too quickly, leaving the younger pouting in disappointment. Teasing him.

  "Get dressed. We planned to go to the beach today, remember?"

  He patted Jungkook's cheek, smirking as he stepped away, leaving Jungkook to stand with that pout. Leaving him to huff to himself as his boyfriend left the room.

  Meanie.

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