Seokjin's fingers press against the inside of Jungkook's thighs as the younger sharply intakes a breath, eyes fluttering shut. Jungkook roughly pulls the elder closer and presses their lips together a bruising kiss, an involuntary whimper leaving his lips as Seokjin tugs off his boxers. "Hyung..."

Seokjin doesn't say anything, instead choosing to separate their lips and reattach his to the soft expanse of Jungkook's neck and chest, sucking and biting and licking so roughly that Jungkook tightens his grip on Seokjin's hair, writhing underneath him.

It's then that Seokjin decides to actually touch him; his fingers stroke Jungkook's shaft so delicately that Jungkook feels like screaming—

"Jungkook!"

Disoriented, Jungkook opens his eyes to see Taehyung staring at him with puzzled eyes. "Let me sleep," he grumbles, closing his eyes and trying to fall back into a slumber. His face reddens as he suddenly becomes painfully aware of his erect, throbbing member trapped in his pants.

"No," Taehyung says stubbornly. "You were making weird noises in your sleep. Were you having a nightmare or something?"

"I don't remember," Jungkook lies, wrapping the blanket around himself tightly. "Now go away."

Taehyung pulls the covers away and lets out a yell when he sees the tent in the younger's pants. "Eww!"

"Get out!"

The boy hurries out of the bedroom, snickering, "Wait till I tell Seokjin hyung about this!"

"It wasn't about him!"

。。。

"Are you okay? You're blushing more than usual."

Jungkook clears his throat. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Seokjin presses the back of his hand against Jungkook's forehead. "You don't have a fever, do you? Is it the heat? I thought the ice cream would help."

"No," Jungkook mumbles, shying away. "Nothing's up, don't worry."

"Tell me," Seokjin urges, poking the younger's arm.

"No."

"You have to."

"No, I don't."

"Jungkook."

This bickering continues for a good two or three minutes before Jungkook finally gives in with a huffed fine. He takes a deep breath and blurts, "Isortofhadawetdreamaboutyou?"

"You what?"

"Yeah, I know, it's horrible and gross and—"

"No, I couldn't understand you."

"I..." Jungkook hides his face in his arms. "Promise you won't laugh?"

"I promise."

"I had this dream about you—"

"Really?" Seokjin interrupts excitedly. "What happened?"

"Well—" Jungkook can hear his heart pounding in his ears. "It— It wasn't like— a normal dream— it's really weird, actually—"

"Oh, wait," Seokjin says slowly, seeming to catch on. "Was it that kind of—"

"Yes."

Laughter reaches Jungkook's ears, and he hits Seokjin's arm, complaining, "You said you wouldn't laugh!"

"I'm sorry!" Seokjin exclaims, face flushed. "Laughter is how I deal with being embarrassed!"

"I shouldn't have told you."

"No, no, it's fine," Seokjin assures, patting Jungkook's head. "I'm kind of flattered, actually."

Jungkook nearly drops his ice cream. "Flattered?"

"Uh... Yeah." Seokjin grins. "I mean, it's kind of awkward that you had that kind of dream about me, but, I mean, you are a teenager. So it makes sense, I guess. Don't teenagers have wet dreams about everyone?"

"Hyung," Jungkook says lowly, voice shaking, "please shut up. I am literally going to die of embarrassment if you don't."

"Okay, okay," chuckles Seokjin, "sorry."

The sun peeks out from behind the clouds again, and hot rays of sunlight beam down on them. Jungkook ducks down so that he's at least partially hidden from the sun in Seokjin's shadow. "It's so fucking hot out," he moans, taking another spoonful of ice cream. "I'm gonna die."

"You're not going to die, don't be stupid," Seokjin mutters, rolling his eyes. "And watch your mouth."

"Oh, sorry, mom," Jungkook retorts, giggling when Seokjin playfully shoves him.

"God, you're so annoying," Seokjin complains. "Why do I even put up with you?"

"Because I'm your favorite person in the world?" Jungkook suggests, framing his face with his free hand.

"Maybe," Seokjin muses, pinching the younger boy's nose. "You're also adorable."

"Hyung," Jungkook groans, cheeks glowing pink as he turns away, "you're so embarrassing."

"Don't lie, you love it," Seokjin jokes, tapping his fingers underneath Jungkook's chin before spooning some more ice cream into his mouth.

Jungkook doesn't deny that statement, cheeks merely darkening as he swallows down another spoonful of ice cream.

There's no doubt he loves it when Seokjin calls him cute; after all, who doesn't love compliments?

。。。

A/N: hello hello
just updating this short chap to say that updates for the next 2-3 weeks will be much slower as I have final exams coming up
(kill me I'm not ready)

so hopefully you enjoyed this mess of a chapter (I didn't proofread, sorry), thank you for reading! and as usual, vote and comment, please, it really makes my day!