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NINETY FOUR
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OVERVIEW jeongguk has a crush on his neighbour, but he's much older. jeongguk wishes he could go back to a time when seokjin was his age, and he learns an age-old lesson; "careful what you wish for" ( nsfw warning! there's a few dots of smut yeet )
NOTES hi hey this is actually gcfseok 's idea that she let me write cause sofia is a sweetheart and a genius!! go read her fics!! // also, Valdesu_nim is adapting this into a full length fic, which can be found on their profile !
PLAYLIST 1999 / charli xcx & troye sivan, summer127 / nct127, super rich kids / frank ocean
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CALIFORNIA SUMMERS, 2018: THE SUN scorches vrigin pale skin, baking bodies through to the core; teens guzzle soda pop and listen to their favourite bands through white ipod headphones, skateboarding down streets. jeongguk misses that reckless youthful life.
jeon jeongguk, 21, lounges on the roof of his house, alone with a six-pack of beer and a book, music playing from a small speaker beside him. he pushes his sunglasses up his nose and lazily tries to focus on the words on the page, but they seem to swim across the paper and away from his brain. he sighs; it's gotta be the heat, roasting him like a hunk of meat, and he ain't about that. he snaps the book shut.
his house has neighbours on the side and on the back, and on some days, when jeongguk's up on the roof, he inadvertently becomes a bit of a nosy bastard vis a vis the neighbours to his left. it's not intentional, he swears.
it's the long, hot summer holidays, and mr and mrs kim's kids are splashing around in their malibu-worthy azure swimming pool, the two boys of seven and thirteen — jeongguk drives them to school sometimes — throwing water at each other and yelling, both with their mother's deep black hair. if jeongguk angles himself just right, he can spot mr kim — or "just seokjin", as he's been told many times — laying on a sunlounger and reading a book.
kim seokjin is a hunk of broad shoulders, long legs and muscular chest, topped off with vanilla blonde hair, deep brown eyes, and the plumpest lips mankind's ever witnessed. he's all sunny days and wide smiles, a very caring dad and a lovely neighbour; on jeongguk's first day in the neighbourhood, just a year ago, seokjin swanned over in a dress shirt and slacks, with a bottle of more-expensive-than-jeongguk's-taste wine and a box of cookies as a welcome present, insisting that jeongguk come over for dinner some time. and jeongguk, dazed by the pure beauty of his neighbour, stuttered out a yes.
he met seokjin's lovely (and very attractive) wife, seulgi, and their two boys, tae-o and yoobin, less than a week later, when he'd sheepishly showed up at their front door, just a kid in comparison to seokjin and seulgi's 35 years. surprisingly enough, dinner hadn't been awkward; seulgi asked jeongguk all sorts of questions about his school life, the boys were fascinated by the fact that jeongguk knew how to skateboard and bmx (he promised to teach them), and seokjin was quiet, calm and collected, only occasionally throwing a few questions jeongguk's way.
but, all the way through, jeongguk had had some strange feeling in his chest. he put it off as slight heartburn, inherited from his father, and he made sure to take some meds when he got back home. it didn't go away, though, and he wondered what on earth it was.
a few weeks later, when the spring weather turned hotter, it revealed itself for what it truly was.
jeongguk was out of sugar, nescafé pods, and milk, and he didn't have enough gas in his car because his dumbass friend jimin had taken it out the other day and not refuelled it. so, in desperation, he of course turned to his neighbours; at ten in the morning, he stumbled next door in his flip flops and a baggy t-shirt, hoping to ask seulgi to borrow some stuff.
what he'd encountered, instead, was a very sweaty, very suntanned and very shirtless seokjin, doing chins-ups in the garage. and now, jeongguk didn't mean to stare, didn't meant to gawk at the way seokjin's abdominal muscles clenched as he pulled his body up, didn't mean to almost choke on his saliva as seokjin's biceps flexed beneath his skin. he didn't meant to run back to his house with a growing boner and flushed red cheeks — putting off those sugar and coffee requests for another time.
jeongguk had thrown himself onto his bed, running hands through his hair, staring at his hard on and telling himself 'this is wrong. he's fourteen years older than me. he's a father. he's my neighbour. i shouldn't.'
but it just wouldn't budge.
he couldn't close his eyes without picturing seokjin's flexing muscles, the sweat dripping down his body, his hair stuck to his forehead. he knows it so, so wrong, but he ends up with his hand shoved down his boxers anyway ( because who said he had any self-restraint? or self-respect, for that matter ).
now, a year or so later, jeongguk watches his still-very-much-married neighbour jump into the pool with his kids, laughing as he scoops yoobin up on his shoulders. jeongguk's never gonna be someone he even considers romantically; jeongguk's just the young neighbour who doesn't mind taking the kids to school sometimes, the sweet boy next door who plays guitar at odd hours of the morning, a kid in seokjin's eyes.
"fuck you, kim seokjin," jeongguk sighs gently, downing the last of his can of now lukewarm beer, grimacing, before picking his shit up and going back into his cool house, troye sivan playing from his speaker. he puts the beer in the fridge and looks over his lunch options, finally going for instant ramen, putting the kettle on before going to his office to find some of his work stuff that he should be looking over.
jeongguk works for a interior design company, which is sort of boring, considering he has to HGTV it and look through colour swatches with annoying women to find the exact gross shade of avocado green they want to paint their bathrooms, while their husbands pay no attention whatsoever, unless they feel threatened by jeongguk's presence around their wives ( which is, frankly, ridiculous; jeongguk's the most obvious twink, and he would also never hit on a married woman ). it pays well, so he can't really complain.
he looks over a digital mock-up of his client's living room, adding a few details that she had specified in an email. he sends it to his boss for final approval, before shutting off his laptop and pouring the hot water over his noodles.
he's just about halfway through his lunch when the doorbell rings, and he groans internally, leaving his delicious noodles for the door. when he opens it, the two youngest kims are standing, soaking wet and grinning, on his doorstep, with their dad's big brown eyes, freckled and sunsoaked.
"ggukie ggukie!" tae-o's gapped teeth stretch into a grin bigger than his face, and jeongguk can't help but retaliate.
"hey boys," he leans on the doorframe, ignoring the hot air streaming into his house. "pool day, huh?"
"dad wanted us to ask if you wanted to come over," yoobin says, while tae-o looks at jeongguk expectantly. "he thought it'd be good, 'cause you haven't got a pool 'nd it's gotta be hot here."
"please jeonggukie?" tae-o's all big pleading eyes, and jeongguk chuckles, nodding.
"i'll be over in a sec, guys, lemme just finish my lunch." despite the fact that he's going to be seeing seokjin shirtless, soaked in water, for the rest of the afternoon, a swim does sound nice.
he finishes his ramen and changes into his swimshorts, abandoning his shirt and throwing a towel over his shoulder. seokjin and seulgi smile when they see him, both sitting by the pool with their legs in the water, sunglasses on. seulgi looks dazzling in her crimson bikini, and jeongguk has to admit, if he was at all straight, he'd definitely find that a lot more attractive.
seokjin, on the other hand, is all washboard stomach and visible arm muscles, faint definition dusting his torso. he isn't as ripped as jeongguk is, because jeongguk's a weekly gym rat, but god, it's enough to be attractive. he smiles dazzlingly at jeongguk ( sometimes jeongguk wonders if he knows what he does to him ), and it might be jeongguk's imagination but he swears seokjin's eyes drift to his six pack, which makes his stomach fizzle like pepsi.
"jeongguk-ah!" seulgi grins, holding up her drink.
"hey noona," jeongguk smiles, walking over to join her and seokjin, hissing at the cool water on his hot legs. "wow, it's way too hot, huh?"
"god, you got that right," seokjin fans his face with a hand, sighing. "the boys got up and jumped straight in. i don't blame them."
jeongguk chuckles, sliding the rest of his body in the water because he's too hot for conversation. the water's cold, but it's perfect against his skin, silky and smooth. he sighs gently as the water comes up to his bellybutton, feeling like his body has returned to it's regular temperature. seulgi is soon to join, only because seokjin jokingly pushes her in and she comes up sputtering, splashing water at him.
"sorry darling." seokjin laughs, pushing himself in as well. jeongguk bites the bullet and submerges himself, feeling like a weight has been lifted from his heavy shoulders when he's finally surrounded by cool temperatures. he comes back up when he runs out of breath, pushing his hair out of his eyes.
"do you want a drink, jeongguk?" seulgi asks, climbing up the pool ladder. "we have wine, or beer, or gin and tonic. or just coke."
"i'll have a beer, thank you." jeongguk smiles, and she walks off to the house, leaving seokjin and jeongguk alone in the pool.
"how're you faring with your first summer here?" seokjin asks, leaning on the side of the pool. he looks really good in his orange tinted sunglasses, but jeongguk doesn't focus on that.
"oh, well, it's way hotter than back home," jeongguk chuckles, running a hand through his chlorine sticky hair. "guess i'm okay though. thank god for AC, am i right?"
"you can always come over and use the pool," seokjin smiles, and jeongguk nods, ignoring the live wires sparking off in his chest. "you know you're welcome here."
yeah, and i really shouldn't be, because i'm a tiny weeny bit in love with you and you're fucking married— "thank you," jeongguk says, and he means it. despite the blossoming affection and lust he has for seokjin, he also does like seulgi and tae-o and yoobin, and he hates himself even more for having a crush on a married man and a father. "i really appreciate it, hyung-nim."
"ah, you're making me feel old!" seokjin laughs, tipping his head back. "call me seokjin, please — i feel old enough."
jeongguk smiles. "okay hy— seokjin."
seokjin chuckles, and maybe jeongguk's mind is delusional, but he swears he hears a mumbled 'cute'. then seulgi walks back out, two glasses of wine in one hand and a sweating bottle of beer in the other, a flimsy black sundress pulled over her slim, pale body, a dazzling smile on her lips.
"here you go." she sits down and hands seokjin his glass of white wine — probably some expensive, brewed in the 80s, over-jeongguk's-budget brand —, and she throws the beer at jeongguk, who catches it and unscrews the cap. it's a nice craft beer, something of a rarity when it comes jeongguk's budget.
"would you like to come over for dinner tonight, jeongguk-ssi?" seulgi asks, swirling the wine in her glass. "tae-o and yoobin are going to a friend's in a few hours. we could have an actual adult dinner, for once in a blue moon."
jeongguk considers it, wondering whether he wants to spend his evening fending off invasive less-than-appropriate thoughts about seokjin, stomach twisting and palms sweating, or if he should go back to his own drab dinner of what's probably going to be avocado toast and a some sort of shake, because jimin got him into kale shakes and now he can't stop. he's about to say no when seokjin looks at him, and maybe this is jeongguk's dumbass brain again, but he swears there's a look in his eyes telling him to stay.
"yeah, i'll come over. thank you, seulgi."
seulgi smiles, leaning softly into her husband's side. jeongguk hates the twist of envy in his mind when seokjin turns his head to smile gently at her, so much love in his eyes; he'll never look at jeongguk that way.
later that night, after the dinner was finished, jeongguk crawls into bed with too many lewd thoughts running through his head. he'd never seen the childless side of seokjin, not seen the dirty jokes and the raunchy stories of college nights, the recounting of hook-ups and weed smoking completely blowing jeongguk's mind. seokjin and seulgi had had wild lives before they settled down in suburbia; jeongguk can't get the vision of college-age seokjin out of his mind, a varsity american football kid, who hooked up with cheerleaders and smoked weed behind the bleachers. god, jeongguk would've had the fattest crush on him in college.
he groans softly as he imagines seokjin running around a grassy football field, sweat streaming down his brow; seokjin in the locker room, joking around with his team; seokjin secretly fucking someone in the showers, fucking jeongguk in the showers, a hand over his mouth to keep his whines from escaping, telling him to quiet down unless he wants someone to hear him. jeongguk can't help the growing bulge in his boxers as he envisions seokjin pushing him up against the wall and spanking his thigh harshly when he moans too loudly, shoving his fingers into his mouth to shut him up, calling him baby and sweetheart and all the things he calls seulgi.
"fuck..." jeongguk's hand trails into his boxers, gently stroking himself, wondering if seokjin fucks rough, fast and hard, pounding into him with brute force, gripping him so hard it'd leave bruises, or if he'd take his time, slow, teasing, fingering jeongguk until he cries, marking him up, sucking hickies into his chest, edging jeongguk within an inch of his life.
jeongguk whines as he strokes himself faster, hair beginning to stick to his forehead with sweat. the soft pads of his fingertips circle one of his nipples, pinching it gently, and he keens, eyes closed as he imagines seokjin above him, talking to him in that gloriously smooth and honeyed voice. "such a pretty baby, so cute, begging for me like that."
"s-seokjin-hyung..." jeongguk's head tips back, the hand that's spayed across his chest blindly reaching for the bottle of lube he keeps beneath his mattress.
once he has his fingers slicked up, he slips one into his hole, back arching. the way he's laying is uncomfortable, so he shoves the covers off and rolls onto his front, back arched and fingers back inside him, whining into the pillow for someone who doesn't want him back.
he ends up coming fairly quick, chest heaving, mind flooded with nothing but seokjin, seokjin and his subtle muscles, the hint of sandalwood and cinnamon in his cologne, his smooth voice. jeongguk cries his name into the pillow as his peak hits, and he might hate himself for it in the morning, but his conscious is clean as he passes out beneath clean sheets. the last thought in his mind, before he drifts away, is what i wouldn't give to go back and meet seokjin when he was my age...
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IT'S HOT, SWEATY AND muggy when jeongguk awakes, golden sunlight flooding the room, blinds left open carelessly last night. he groans, stirring beneath the covers, eyes cracking open lazily. a poster of olivia newton-john and john travolta greets his sight, and suddenly he's far more awake than he was five seconds ago.
he doesn't own that poster. he doesn't even like grease that much. the weirdness only intensifies when he looks at where his bluetooth speaker usually sits, replaced instead by a cassette player and a stack of tapes.
"what. the. fuck!?" jeongguk gets out of bed, feeling like he's in a dream as he looks around the room. a large poster of kurt cobain hangs on the back of his door, and his open, messy closet is occupied by clothes he doesn't own, clothes that are more likely to be worn by instagram influencers who wished they lived in the 1990s.
a cold sweat hits jeongguk when he sees a calender on his desk. his hazy mind computes the date slowly: july 3rd, 1994.
he picks the calender up with shaking hands. what the fuck? how? he wasn't even alive in '94, and now he's in it?
jeongguk can't comprehend what's going on. he flips through the calender, finds the front page: sure enough, it reads 1994 calendar. has he traveled back in time? is this an elaborate prank? an alternate universe?
"wait," jeongguk says out loud, dropping the calender. "didn't i... oh fuck."
he wished this. he wanted to go back to when seokjin was his age, didn't he? he does the math in his head; in 2018, seokjin is thirty five, so in 1994 he's twenty four. fuck — since when did wishes come true like this?
jeongguk, in the midst of his freak out, has one clear thought: this means seokjin is single, and out there somewhere, as his attractive 24 year-old self. and maybe it's horniness overruling logic here, but god, jeongguk's got one shot right now, hasn't he?
and he's nothing if not ambitious.
with some sort of demented horny mindset, jeongguk triumphantly starts up a cassette on the player, the twang of a guitar starting up a guns n roses track, and he goes to his closet to find something nice.
90s me doesn't have bad taste, he thinks, pulling out a pair of black shorts that end above his knee, a huge t-shirt with a school baseball team emblem and mascot on it — presumably from the local college — tucked into the waistband, and he finds a cute red cap and matching cherry converse, and he laughs to himself. he looks like some trendy youtuber from the modern times.
his mind is swirling as he looks out of the window, seeing teenagers hanging out and playing on gameboys, walking around with huge brick boomboxes on their shoulders. this neighborhood was way more diverse in the 90s; jeongguk doesn't look as out as place as he did in 2018, not amongst these hip-hop fed kids with cornrows and shell adidas — who would've thought he'd look more normal back in '94.
he heads downstairs, grabbing the walkman and headphones on his desk as an afterthought, grinning to himself at the half empty packet of trojans on the desk. wow, '94 him is getting more than 2018 him is; ironic.
thankfully jeongguk knows how to work a walkman, his big brother having shown him when he was younger, so he listens to the cure as he makes himself some chocolate pop tarts, the treat gooey and delicious between his teeth. there's a skateboard in the hallway, and he decides that he's gonna head out and find seokjin, and worry about the fact that he's more than ten years in the past after he gets what he has his heart set on. he'll worry about details later.
he remembers skateboarding when he was a teenager, imagining himself as marty mcfly from back to the future, some eighties banger blasting in his eardrums, and it's hilarious how there's now tears for fears playing and he's in some kinda messed up movie. jeongguk locks his door and skateboards down the driveway, onto the road, where kids of the neighborhood roam. he spots boys of around 8 playing with pokémon cards, girls sprawled out on the grass of their front gardens with books and bottles of nail varnish. it's amazing how many kids are in the neighbourhood; in 2018, there's much less.
"yo!" jeongguk nearly falls of his skateboard when someone shouts at him. how does it work in this weird timeline? was there a '94 jeongguk alive before he arrived? or did he just suddenly come into existence without any prior knowledge of him in this timeline? does he have friends? family?
"yo, jeongguk!"
apparently he does.
a boy with a red streaked mullet, smoking something that smells a bit more 'organic' than cigarettes is leaning over the fence of his garden, teeth bared in a grin. he's accompanied by an intimidating-looking girl in high heels, a cigarette tucked behind her ear.
"hey guys!" jeongguk says awkwardly — he doesn't know their names, how do they know his? thankfully, the girl is wearing some sort of work uniform — judging by garish yellow and red, it's mcdonalds —, and her nametag reads hyuna.
"you're comin' to the party tonight, right?" hyuna snaps gum between her pearly teeth, her english accented with a distinct twang. "baek says it's that jerk johnson throwin', but y'know, booze and drugs."
jeongguk chuckles. "yeah, sure, i'll be there." maybe he'll find seokjin at the party, maybe he can set his plan in motion.
"right then," 'baek' grins toothily. "pick you up at nine, pretty boy?"
"suits me," jeongguk nods, rolling his skateboard back and forth with his foot. he decides to bite the bullet, scratching the back of his neck. "uh, have you guys seen kim seokjin around?"
"oh yeah, cause we follow pretty boys around all the time," baek rolls his eyes, puffing sickly sweet smoke into jeongguk's face. he laughs. "should be around somewhere. try the 7ELEVEN; he works there."
jeongguk nods and smiles, thanking baek before he's back on his way, his skateboard wheels scraping the asphalt. the iridium green lawns pass his eyes, the summer heat crawling lazily over his burnt skin like treacle, sweat pooling in the crevices of his bones. it feels like a frank ocean song — all long, slow and hot sweaty summers, boys in cars and girls in short skirts and summer lovin'.
the 7ELEVEN is exactly what you'd expect from a 90s convenience store, neon lights and cool ac. jeongguk thankfully has a few bucks in his pocket, so he strolls around the aisles, grabbing an ice cold beer, some gum and a pack of sour patch kids, before wandering to the register.
and there he is.
if this were a movie, three would be some kinda amazing love song paying right now, some slow lana del rey type thing, all about teenage dreams dipped in coca-cola and long nights — but this is 1994, so instead it's aretha franklin singing about her baby, her honey, and it's actually perfect. seokjin in his 7ELEVEN green polo top looks straight out of some dumb teenage music video, his dyed blonde hair a bit overgrown, brown roots showing through and the longest bits caught into a small bun with a rubber band. he looks more attractive somehow; more carefree, a bit scruffy, with an "organic" cigarette tucked behind his ear, presumably for his next break. his nametag is scribbled in chicken scratch; cute.
"hi," jeongguk says, placing the items in front of him. seokjin barely looks up. "you're seokjin, right?"
seokjin brown eyes dart up from where they'd been focusing on scanning the items, curious. he squints. "did we go to highschool together?"
jeongguk laughs; fuck, he sure hopes they did, else this is about to be real awkward. "yeah, we did."
"you're..." seokjin bites his lip, scanning his brain for something. "jeon... jeongguk? lisa's boyfriend? and then you hooked up with that australian transfer dude, calum?"
"oh, uh," looks like he has a reputation. "yeah. i did that."
"i know everything about everyone from highschool. 's what comes from being on the football team." seokjin bags jeongguk's items, although he really doesn't need to. jeongguk's palms are clammy; he has no plan, he has no clue what to do, 24-year-old seokjin is standing a few feet away from him and he's drop dead gorgeous — what does he do?
"uh, 're you headed to... johnson's party tonight?" he asks, leaning forward on the counter. seokjin looks up from picking at his cuticles, and jeongguk notices he has a silver ring in his nose, glinting softly. wow, seokjin was even more of a babe in '94.
"uh, yeah, guess so. you goin'?" jeongguk wonders whether the smirk is meant to imply something else, but he nods.
"yea, with hyuna and baek. not really my scene, but can't say no to free alcohol and hot guys."
seokjin laughs, not meeting jeongguk's eyes and god he's cute. not hot, not godly; he feels more like a person when jeongguk sees him like this, at his age, he's cute. "i'll see you there then?" he smiles, and jeongguk agrees, before leaving with his purchases and a content feeling in his stomach.
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WHEN JEONGGUK SAID "not really my scene" about parties, he really meant it. he never went to parties in highschool, he wasn't popular enough; he was part of the so-called 'breakfast club', being the weirdo or whatever, and thus in consequence was hated by all the party throwers.
but here, in 1994, he seems to be popular. all the girls seem to know him and/or wanna sleep with him, and the boys all clap him on the back and jokingly call him a fag but it sounds oddly affectionate? jeongguk doesn't know.
he assumes the rowdy group of twenty year olds reenacting teenage moments of beer keg handstands and flirting with girls are the football team, in their trust-fund-kid polo shirts and khakis. the girls seem to like them. everyone's dressed to some degree that shows that they're not strapped for cash, minus jeongguk; he prettied up, but just using what he assumes to be thrifted clothes in his closet.
blue levi's hug his legs snugly, low-waisted and showing the waistband of his tight black calvins, and he matched this with a button down with most of the buttons undone, in stripes of candy pink and white. the same red converse adorn his feet, and a slim gold chain with a crucifix hangs around his neck. he hopes seokjin's into this kind of look; hell, he hopes seokjin's into boys at all.
there's good music playing, songs that remind jeongguk of his mum, even more so when come on eileen starts up and everyone yells loudly, girls spinning their friends around, hand in hand. jeongguk's in the living room of johnson's huge fucking mansion of a house, and he has no clue where baekyun and hyuna went after they arrived, the boy having mentioned something about magic mushrooms or some other hallucinogenic. jeongguk doesn't know how he befriended a stoner, but baekyun doesn't seem that bad. jeongguk's alone, though, with a vodka-and-OJ cocktail in his cup, leaning against the wall and watching people dance, sweat collecting on his brow.
"hey!"
he turns to his side, someone having shouted over the music, and seokjin's leaning against the wall in the same varsity jacket the peter pan complex boys have, in maroon and royal blue. he smiles at jeongguk, his blonde hair loose around his beautifully cut features, hands in his jean pockets.
"hey." jeongguk smiles, glad he showed up. he runs his hand through his hair, looking seokjin up and down; he's got these jean shorts on, muscular football player calves on display, and he's in a white shirt beneath the letterman. it's a bit white-boy-chique, but jeongguk can excuse it.
"d'you want a refill?" seokjin asks, having to raise his voice over the nirvana song that just started. jeongguk answers yes, neverminding that his cup isn't empty yet. "shots, maybe? football team has something in the kitchen."
jeongguk smirks; aw yeah, shots sound good. seokjin grabs his hand to lead him, and it's like jeongguk stuck his finger in a plug socket, electricity fizzling up his wrist. he wonders if seokjin feels it too. 'grown up' seokjin never touches him like this, never initiates skinship like this, limits himself to light, fleeting touches that leave jeongguk needing more.
the kitchen's better lit, girls sat on the counters, bottles of booze in the sink, and a cooler full of beer cans sitting in front of the fridge. around the island in the middle of the room, there's three football jocks, and on the island, lines of shots and a bottle of mexican tequila. seokjin looks at jeongguk, who grins cheekily; he's always up for this.
"c'mon kim!" some blonde dude roars, clapping seokjin on the back. seokjin never loses his grip on jeongguk's hand, pulling the ravenette forward to the island, handing him a shot.
"together." seokjin says, and it's so weird how connected they feel despite having met a few hours ago. jeongguk grins, and the jocks count down, and they tip their heads back. the slow, fiery burn of tequila flows down jeongguk throat and ignites a flame in his intestines, his eyes ablaze. he and seokjin both laugh like crazy, grabbing another shot and downing it just as quick, surrounded by cheering jocks and drunken whooping from girls.
seokjin looks alive beneath the golden lights of the kitchen, his face lighting up when some song that jeongguk doesn't recognise begins to play in the living room. he grabs both of jeongguk's hands and pulls him, yelling. "c'mon! let's dance!"
jeongguk loves this seokjin, he thinks, allowing himself to be dragged behind him, seokjin's hands on his waist once they're in the red lights of the party. the song is slow, sensual, some kind of beyoncé hit, and jeongguk's shocked by how openly seokjin is touching him, how they're way too close together for this to be considered heterosexual, how seokjin's hand is very low on his back and there's definitely something here.
or, maybe, seokjin's just drunk. jeongguk doesn't know if that's a problem to either of them.
"you're kinda pretty, y'know, guk," seokjin looks into jeongguk's eyes, his large hands on jeongguk's waist and it makes the younger's brain fizzle like a glass of pepsi. "sorta handsome. but not like, handsome handsome. you're... softer. not rough cut."
judging by the clarity of his words, seokjin can hold his alcohol, and he's as sober as he can be as his hands stray to jeongguk's back pockets, and god, jeongguk's breath hitches in his throat when seokjin squeezes the flesh lightly. okay, this is definitely not heterosexual or platonic at this point.
their sweaty foreheads bump together, jeongguk's arms around seokjin's shoulders, their hazy eyes meeting. jeongguk chuckles lowly, his hips moving into something he hasn't done since highschool, swaying softly. seokjin's plump lips curve into smile, jeongguk's hands threaded in his hair, and they're so so close, electricity crackling between them. "you're kinda pretty too, seokjin." jeongguk laughs softly, and under these lights seokjin looks absolutely stunning, his slight, abashed smile so endearing that jeongguk can't stop himself.
their lips are like ghosts when they first touch, barely there, reminiscent of messy teenagers not sure what to do with themselves. jeongguk pulls back, wondering whether seokjin is okay with this, but they meet eyes and he knows, he just knows that it's alright.
he goes back in, and seokjin's pulling him close by his waist, and fuck — this is heaven. it has to be a dream.
"kinda liked you in highschool," seokjin whispers gently, so that only jeongguk can hear it, and he barely registers that seokjin's pushing him closer and closer to the wall until his shoulders make contact with the plaster, seokjin's eyes on him making him shiver. "i dunno, you were just kinda... cute. pretty. different— whatever it was. you're gorgeous, jeongguk."
fuck, jeongguk wishes he had 90s jeongguk's life. the kim seokjin having a crush on him? talk about a dream. he's thinking about it, only to be broken out of the thoughts when seokjin's lips connect softly with his jawline, pressing little kisses to the soft skin, and his leg wedges between jeongguk's thighs, making the younger gasp. seokjin definitely knows what he's doing, hands moving slowly up and underneath jeongguk's shirt, like fire dancing on jeongguk's skin. he shudders; he's never ever felt like this before.
"we—we should, uh, upstairs," he tries to speak, whines escaping the rosebuds of his lips when seokjin grinds his knee into his crotch. "j-jin—"
"c'mon." seokjin laughs airily, grabbing for jeongguk's hand, and they weave through party goers, laughing their heads off, and isn't it funny how jeongguk feels like that one nirvana song, love buzz, absolutely drunk on this heavenly feeling.
once they're upstairs, seokjin can't resist kissing jeongguk again, all passion and fire, and the moan that escapes jeongguk when seokjin lifts him up by his thighs is so high and so fucking needy, he could almost be ashamed. he isn't though, urged on by seokjin, who whispers pretty praises right out of jeongguk's wet dreams into his ear, shoving some bedroom door open and pressing jeongguk against the wall, grinding against him. fuck, fuck, fuck — this is real, this is definitely not a dream. jeongguk feels like he's drowning in this high.
"your waist is tiny," seokjin laughs softly, his hands on jeongguk's indeed tapered and small waist, thumbs tapping his hipbones. jeongguk smiles. "on the bed, baby, c'mon."
jeongguk throws his shirt off and sits on the bed, pulling seokjin down with him, and they're all giggles and love drunk, seokjin hovering over jeongguk, all soft lips and hickies on his chest. he kisses down jeongguk's torso, nibbling marks into his abs, his v-line, his collarbones. "you're fucking gorgeous," he whispers, and jeongguk keens at the sharp bite on his collarbone, seokjin close shoving his hand down his pants. "can i?"
"yes, of course, yes—" jeongguk chokes on a moan, seokjin's warm hand gripping his cock all of a sudden.
it all feels like a surreal wet dream, all jeongguk's fantasies come true; seokjin fingers him slow and gently, whispering filthy remarks into his skin as he worked jeongguk to tears of ecstasy, eliciting pretty moans from his gumdrop lips. there's kissing, lots of it, messy with spit and tongues, drool ending up on jeongguk's chin, but he hasn't got a bone in his body that gives a fuck.
seokjin fucks like a god, a master of all the ways of pleasure. his words and his movements combine and make jeongguk cry into the mattress, writhing with every thrust, ass high in the air and back arched, legs spread and willing to let seokjin do anything. his chest swells with every thrust, and maybe it's love, but with the pleasure coursing through his veins, he can't tell. it's fast, and deep, and rough and fucking ecstasy, it puts jeongguk's wet dreams to shame. seokjin knows how to talk to get people all desperate, calling jeongguk a pretty baby, the obscenities only pushing jeongguk farther over the edge.
and he's a gentleman, jeongguk thinks as seokjin's cleaning him up, wiping jeongguk's come off his toned chest with a warm cloth, all soft kisses and asking if he's alright, if he wants water. jeongguk yawns; he's tired out. maybe he could get used to living in the nineties — if this is what it's like, he can't complain.
"'m sure johnson's brother won't mind me borrowing some of his shit," seokjin laughs, tossing jeongguk his boxers. "do you want me to take you home? you look tired, baby."
"o-oh, you don't have to." jeongguk says, suddenly shy. seokjin rolls his eyes, chuckling.
"hey, if you want me to, i will, okay baby? i'm not gonna be an asshole. and i wanna see you again. for, like, a date," seokjin smiles, and jeongguk is definitely head-over-fucking-heels for this boy. "so, if you want me to drive you..."
jeongguk smiles, nodding. "yeah, that'd... that'd be nice. and it's a yes, by the way, to the date."
seokjin's eyes go wide, and he grins, fisting the air in victory. "awesome!"
the drive home is quiet, jeongguk leaning into the window, eyes closed. seokjin makes sure he gets to bed okay, and they kiss before he leaves. jeongguk can't stop tracing his fingers over his lips like some teenage girl, unable to think how this actually happened. kim seokjin and him. he got fucked by kim goddamn seokjin! how the fuck?
he falls asleep in bliss, imagining himself as seokjin's boyfriend. he thinks he can definitely get used to living in 1994, if it's with seokjin by his side.
but, when he wakes up next morning, his eyes meet his calender and there it is.
july, 2018.
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NOTES / 100619
AYEEE THIS IS SO LONG AND IT'S MY FAVOURITE THING IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE!!!
god bless sofia for letting me write her idea :')
so y'all it's exam season and this is gonna be the last oneshot i publish until july cause i am gonna be HECKIN busy revising!! sorry!! :]
wish me luck on my exams cause imma need it
also q: do u want more longshots like this? cause they'll take longer but also more content i guess??
love u lotslotslots!!!
— love, jace