"I know your kink, Yoongi." Myungsoo smirked with pride, like he had the upper advantage here, but he started quickly started blushing and coughed nervously almost right away. They could see sweat forming a little on his forehead, and he suddenly rushed into the bathroom.

What the fuck was that all about?

They stayed like that for a while, recollecting their thoughts.

"Fuck." Yoongi cursed. He kissed Jungkook's face a few more times then pulled away his body which made the younger whine at the loss. "I guess we should've heard the door open, but..." He smirked, "I was too into wanting to fuck you senseless on this table again."

The younger blushed, trying not to have an orgasm just imagining what Yoongi could've done to make it better than last time on the table. "We s-should get dressed." He grabbed his shirt and put it on, including Yoongi.

They were both silent, the awkwardness of Myungsoo's presence now setting in as they replayed the scenario in their minds.

"Maybe I should go talk to Myungsoo...?" Though Jungkook winced at himself, because he still had a noticeable painful boner in his pants. Shit.

"I-I'm gonna go uh, take care of my problem." When he heard Myungsoo get out of the bathroom, Jungkook walked into the room and went to pleasure himself trying to get himself off but it wasn't fucking enough. "Fuck!" He sighed. Well, if he couldn't come now, m-maybe he could do something else and come later.......

Jungkook went to look in his "secret" drawer, but blinked in confusion when his buttplug wasn't there. "Yoongi sure as hell doesn't use it..." The young boy tilted his head, noticing that the remote was still there.

Did Jungkook bring his buttplug somewhere and forget to bring the remote?

Well, it wasn't the first time. He also used it in the past week or so just for his own personal pleasure, so it was a believable story. He should try and find it before Myungsoo finds it, because then that would be awkward. He grabbed the remote and shoved it in his pocket for later. If he wanted to find it he thought maybe the best and easiest way to try and find it was to put it at the max and listen for the vibrations.

Thankfully this got his mind off of his hard on.

He opened the door to walk out of the bathroom. As he walked right out, he felt something incredibly soft and thick on his lips. His eyes widened at the situation he was now in.

He was kissing Myungsoo.

They both stared at each other with shock, but both unable to move because of it. It felt like forever of them just staring at each other, both unsure if they should push a step forward with that kiss or back off, yet Myungsoo made the decision first and pulled back slowly, though their faces were still very close.

"Did you have fun kissing me?" He whispered, looking down at Jungkook's lips with half hooded eyes.

Jungkook didn't know how to answer, but gave a hesitant nod.

"I'm full of sins, Jungkook. You might've taken one just now by kissing me." It sounded like Myungsoo was trying to flirt, but it came out pained and forced.

"What were you doing... anyway? If this wasn't on purpose?"

"I was..." Myungsoo looked down, flustered. "It's nothing." He walked away, leaving Jungkook alone and confused.

And maybe with another hard on.

-  -  -  -

What the fuck was that, huh? Your heart was stolen and broken by one man before, why the hell are you doing this with Jungkook?

Myungsoo went back to looking pissed off. When he entered the living room where Yoongi was clearly trying to sit out his little hard on, sitting in his chair and researching most likely about his past, Myungsoo couldn't help but want to snoop.

He walked behind Yoongi with a stealthy stance – he noticed the screen on the computer, and with a very uncomfortable expression (that also still held anger) he gasped, balling up his hands into shaking fists.

Why was he suddenly getting anxiety over this stupid thing? It shouldn't affect him...! He's supposed to be emotionless, he's supposed to just hold anger – he's not supposed to feel so weak and exposed and sad and happy anymore!

Wait... Happy?

Why did Yoongi make him feel this way?

"Myungsoo?"

The pink haired boy started breathing heavily, incapable of looking away from the screen. His eyes were fixated on the house and the pictures of the dead parents that the site provided.

"Myungsoo, are you okay?"

No he wasn't.

"Myungsoo, you should stop looking... If it's affecting you that badly... I don't want to see you scared."

It's all your fault, Yoongi.

"Myungsoo! Look at me!"

The pink haired boy didn't realize that his mind blanked out, because now Yoongi was standing right in front of him, holding his shoulders and gently shaking him.

Oh, he looked so genuinely concerned.

"Yoongi..."

"Myungsoo, are you okay?"

The pink haired boy blinked a few times, actually getting back into his senses. He felt nauseous, he felt awful, he even felt depressed, but he wouldn't ever tell him why. Instead, he pulled a little smile up, nodding. "Yeah, I'm okay. The pictures gave me a fright." He was going to walk away, back into his room, but he noticed he was already sitting on... Something. He looked around, confused about his surroundings.

"I'm in my..."

"Yeah, I brought you to your room. You were out blank like you were possessed."

Fuck. He let his weakness show in front of Yoongi.

"I'm fine now, thank you." Myungsoo nodded, remembering to put up his posture as he waited for Yoongi to leave. Instead, he was staying and stared at Myungsoo like he was worried. And fuck, he was so fucking pissed about it.

"What?"

"I want to know why you keep trying to ignore me."

"I'm not." Myungsoo's smile immediately twitched.

"Fine, then why are you always so rude to me?" Yoongi narrowed his eyes with suspicion.

The pink haired boy averted his gaze. He didn't want to talk about this. "I don't want to be."

"Then why do you do it?"

"Because..." Myungsoo started playing with his knitted glove. He stopped talking, and stared down at it like it had all the answers available. To Yoongi, it was almost ridiculous and funny. Almost.

"A stupid glove like that's not gonna give me answers." He joked.

"I know it won't!" Myungsoo suddenly snapped at him and Yoongi felt like he took that joke too far, although he didn't know why it got on Myungsoo's nerves like that.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to pull your strings." Myungsoo doesn't seem to also take any hint of humour as humour, either. He's always such a depressed guy.

Myungsoo frowned, evidently wounded that he made a thoughtless scene over this knitted glove. "I'm sorry." He remained quiet for a minute. "I... I had a rough past. This glove..." He felt his eyes start watering, and he mentally cursed himself for becoming so weak. "... Is so precious to me."

"May I ask... Who gave it to you?"

"... My first and only love."

Yoongi clenched his jaw tensely. Who was this person and why did he make Myungsoo become so sad? He oughta be ashamed of himself.

"Hey, want to help me make something for supper?"

"U-uh... I can't cook."

"Doesn't matter, I'm sure you can still cut things".

"I-I..." Myungsoo made an awful excuse to not want to go, but Yoongi wouldn't have it this time. 

Yoongi grabbed Myungsoo's hand, noting that this was the first time in a long while since they had had skin to skin contact. His skin was soft, and his hand was so tiny! He couldn't help smile at his little smol hand.

"Are you looking to be killed?" Myungsoo threatened him but his red cheeks said otherwise. Yoongi shook his head and pulled Myungsoo along with him, saying a quick 'Let's go.'

Now in the kitchen, Yoongi decided they have pizza for supper. He had Myungsoo cut up the cheese and vegetables for the toppings (half of the pizza would be coated with the veggies, the other with pepperoni). Kookie liked himself some assorted pizza, Yoongi liked pepperoni, and he figured out Myungsoo wouldn't mind either.

"You're doing pretty well for someone who never cooked."

The pink haired boy pouted, a bit angrily. "I'm just cutting up veggies."

"And you're doing well at it."

Myungsoo scoffed. When he was finished cutting (while Yoongi was finished putting it all on the pizza), Yoongi encouraged Myungsoo to put it in the oven himself, facing away from the grump.

"Do seeing dead bodies make you want to throw up?"

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ohmygosh over 100 views already ;o 

time for some celebratory yoongi pics

too bad he hasnt smiled like this in the fanfic yet

yet

oki thank u for ur time <3 

later luvlis~