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Seokjin sits at the dining table, just waiting for Jungkook to join him. Of course, he wonders just what Jungkook was taking so long for.

But of course, he knew.

He knew that JK probably did just what he asked him to, probably holding back moans behind his closed door as he fucks his plug into him.

I'm digging my own grave, Seokjin realizes.

And he is. He digs away with every thought, every word he says, every action. Digs away at his own grave as he comes to terms with their situation.

He has no idea if Jungkook knows who he is or not, but once the maknae's bedroom door opens slowly and Jungkook holds his head low, it seems like he's a bit ashamed or embarrassed to come out for dinner. It seems he's shy as he roams slowly towards the food on the table— to Jin.

"Took you long enough."

Jungkook's cheeks are tinted like a rose as he sits across from Seokjin and peeks up at him.

"I- I was just finishing a video before I came in here." It's a lie. Seokjin knows it is judging by how Jungkook refuses to look him in the eye and because he knows exactly what he was doing that took so long.

"You don't have to lie," he tells Jungkook, who only lowers his head a bit more to hide himself behind the food he begins eating.

Jungkook doesn't say a word.

He doesn't deny that it was a lie.

"Jungkook-ah." Seokjin's voice is a bit louder, a little more assertive to gain the younger's attention. Jungkook's eyes are wide and glossy as their gaze meets.

"Hm?" He sounds slightly worried.

However, Seokjin simply lifts a spoonful of the soup he's eating and holds it over the table. "Try it," he says, and once Jungkook leans over the table to accept the spoon in his mouth without hesitation, Seokjin hums. "Good."

Jungkook's eyes close tight as he settles back into his seat and Seokjin wonders if the plug sinks further into his ass or if the slightest word— good— makes Jungkook feel a certain way.

It makes Seokjin feel a certain way, just to assume that the cutie across from him must feel good.

The toy must feel good.

He wouldn't usually think these things about Jungkook, but now that he knows just what Jungkook likes and receives what he, himself likes in return... It's almost rewarding.

"What're you doing tonight, Jungkook-ah?"

Jungkook gulps down his food and still doesn't look Seokjin in the eye. "J-Just gonna chill in my room," he says. "Nothing much. Just chilling."

"Just chilling?" Seokjin repeats, then hums a bit in amusement. "Should I do that too, Jungkook-ah? Chill..?"

He holds back a smirk as Jungkook glances up at him, completely silent, but he can tell that Jungkook sees the look on his face because the younger somehow blushes and shies away even more.

"You can chill too..." Jungkook shifts in his chair and forces his drink down in a few last sips. "Yeah. You should chill too, hyung."

Chill.

Seokjin isn't sure what Jungkook's definition of chill is, but if it has anything to do with DMing a certain someone, Seokjin is all in.

"Alright. Guess I'll chill later tonight then."

"Later tonight?" Jungkook makes sure he heard correctly. Seokjin nods in response.

"Mhm. It'll be fun, right?"

Jungkook just gulps again and slowly nods. "Y-Yeah." He suddenly slides his food towards the center of the table. "I'm not that hungry, you should have my food."

Seokjin tilts his head and for a moment he thinks Jungkook is uncomfortable, but then Jungkook stands up and clears his throat.

"I have something to get ready for later," he tells Seokjin. This time, he looks straight at him when he speaks. "I'll talk to you tonight, hyung." He leaves the table and leaves Seokjin in complete awe— he has no idea if Jungkook means he'll talk to him or 'Kim' tonight.

Maybe Jungkook does know it's him.

Maybe Jungkook is getting ready just for him tonight.

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