CONTAINS FLUFF, SEXUAL CONTENT, SEXUALIZED HUMOR, MENTIONS OF DADDY KINK, & STRONG LANGUAGE
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IMESSAGE CHAT
𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐎𝐩𝐩𝐚😑
YUMIN
Jungkook?
YUMIN
Jungkook, ik
you're awake
YUMIN
I can hear you
pacing around
your room
YUMIN
Koo!
YUMIN
Oppa!!
JUNGKOOK
I'm awake,
I'm awake
JUNGKOOK
Calm down
YUMIN
But, I'm worried
about you
YUMIN
I can't stop thinking
about you!
JUNGKOOK
You can't?
YUMIN
No😟
YUMIN
Are you okay?
YUMIN
What happened last
night after dinner?
JUNGKOOK
I-
JUNGKOOK
I don't wanna
talk about it
YUMIN
Please, Jungkook
YUMIN
Tell me what's
wrong. I wanna
help you
JUNGKOOK
You wanna help me?
YUMIN
Yes🥺
YUMIN
If I can help you,
I want too
JUNGKOOK
Then come to
my room
YUMIN
Are you hurt?
JUNGKOOK
No
JUNGKOOK
Just come, please?
YUMIN
Jungkook...Idk
JUNGKOOK
You said you can't
stop thinking about me
JUNGKOOK
And you want to
help me
YUMIN
Yes...?
JUNGKOOK
So come to
my room
JUNGKOOK
I promise, no tricks🤞🏻
YUMIN
...Ok
Read
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I heard the bedroom door unlock, slowly wrapping my fingers around the knob before making my way inside. Jungkook clumsily made his way back to his bed, climbing under the covers and shutting his eyes. I made my way to his side, gently lowering myself on top of him and wrapping my limbs around his small frame. Jungkook's eyes flickered open, the brunet staring up at me softly. It felt uncomfortable being so close to him, but I figured affection would eventually make him tell me what was wrong. Kiana did tell me to build a better relationship with him, and since I sucked at having meaningful conversations, I constantly resorted to physical contact.
Jungkook's arms slowly slipped out from under the bed covers, wrapping around my waist cautiously. I lowered my head on my arms, precariously balanced on his chest as I looked at him calmly. Feeling his arms around me made my heart flutter, but I kept myself composed, refusing to let him see how easily he exposed my weak side. A small smile played at Jungkook's lips as he laid his head back against the pillows, his eyelids trembling as he lowered them.
"Oppa?" I murmured, readjusting my head. "Oppa, tell me what's wrong."
Jungkook sighed, shifting his legs hesitantly. I felt something stiff brush against my thigh but dismissed it for the larger matter at hand. I continued to stare at Jungkook's pale, round face as he rested peacefully.
"You and Tae," he started, his eyes remaining closed. "You two were so...touchy...last night."
"Did that bother you?" I pondered.
"I d-don't know," Jungkook stammered quietly, his thumb gently rubbing against my lower back. His gentle touch sent a hot streak through my center and I had to bite down on my tongue to keep myself quiet.
"It seems like it did, Koo. Did it bother you that much?"
After a moment's hesitation, Jungkook nodded, his eyes opening leisurely to peer up at me. I offered him a smile, chuckling at the way it made him blush.
"I guess," Jungkook murmured, looking away. "You're just always so intimate with Jimin and Taehyung. Why aren't you like that with me?"
His question caught me off guard for a moment. I was intimate with Jimin and Taehyung because they showed just as much affection towards me as I did to them. Jungkook had only shown affection twice, and both times had made me feel confused and rattled. I took a breath before mumbling, "We were only touching, Kook."
"You never touch me." His eyes widened almost pleadingly, and I felt my heart swell again. "This is the only time you've willingly come and shown me affection. Every other time it was me."
"You never asked to be touched," I commented.
"I didn't think I had to."
Jungkook pulled his arms back to his side, sitting up and crossing his legs. I pushed myself to my knees, staring at him nervously. He was growing more distant by the second, and I didn't want to have to pull him back out of the dark hole he was starting to crawl back into. Numbly I climbed onto his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck. Jungkook stared at me in bewilderment, his hands splayed out nervously along my thighs.
"I lose," I muttered.
"Wha-"
I pressed my lips against Jungkook's, cupping his face in my hands. He didn't move, only sat there with his hands placed awkwardly on my hips, his eyes wide in shock. When I pulled away, his bottom lip was trembling, his gaze never leaving mine. I began to grow embarrassed, scolding myself for acting so stupidly. I hadn't known how to react at the moment, and I figured the only way to avoid awkward silence was to kiss him.
You're a fucking idiot.
"S-sorry," I mumbled, clumsily raising myself off his lap.
Jungkook's fingers gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place. He watched me curiously, gaze slowly traveling up and down my body. I grew uncomfortable under his gaze, feeling the heat rise to my face. Languidly, Jungkook leaned forward, catching my upper lip between his. His arms tightened around me, pulling me flush against his chest. A groan slipped past his lips as I gripped the front of his shirt tightly. A tremor worked its way up my spine, forcing a hushed moan out of my throat. Jungkook chuckled under his breath, pulling away with a dozy smirk.
"Why'd you do that?" he muttered calmly. "You lost the bet because of that."
I shook my head, leaning forward to hug the brunet. Jungkook sighed heavily, tightening his hold on my waist comfortingly. "I didn't know what else to do," I mumbled, hiding my face away in his neck. "So..."
"So, you kissed me?"
I groaned against his neck, feeling Jungkook's body stiffen momentarily beneath me. "I don't want to talk about it. I suck at talking about things."
"You can't even talk to me?"
"I don't think I can even look at you right now."
"Why?" Jungkook chuckled, running his hands up and down my sides. "Scared you're going to kiss me again?"
"Yes," I breathed, pressing my face harder against his neck.
Jungkook chortled lightly, pressing against my stomach. I lifted my head and looked him in the face, resisting the urge to bolt out of the room. Jungkook offered a smile, drawing his hands over my face. I felt my stomach twist and knot nervously, reaching up and clasping my hands around his wrists.
"W-what does this mean?" I murmured, feeling tears prick the corners of my eyes. I didn't feel like crying out of joy or sadness. I felt like crying sheerly because I was scared; because I was didn't know what to make of this intimate moment with Jungkook. My thoughts bounced back and forth between Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jimin, my two other roommates cluelessly sleeping together in the next room. I wanted to go wake Taehyung and sit with him in the dark of my bedroom and question him on all the things swirling through my head about Jungkook.
Jungkook drew his hands slowly along my face, his thumbs brushing over the top of my lip. "It means," he whispered, "whatever the hell we want it to mean."
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IMESSAGE CHAT
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞🥵
JUNGKOOK added YOONGI to the chat
JUNGKOOK added JIMIN to the chat
JUNGKOOK added TAEHYUNG to the chat
JUNGKOOK
😊
YOONGI
You seem very proud
of the new group chat
name, but there's only
four of us
JIMIN
We could always hire
a stripper💦
TAEHYUNG
Seokjin and Hoseok
hyung will always be
our personal strippers
JUNGKOOK
The last time Hoseok
hyung tried stripping
he tripped on his jeans
and fell face-first into
Jimin's dick
JIMIN
I wasn't complaining🤷🏻♂️
YOONGI
🙄
YOONGI
We're not hiring a
stripper you guys
JUNGKOOK
We don't need too
TAEHYUNG
Yeah. We've got you, Kook.
TAEHYUNG
Strip for your daddy's
JUNGKOOK
I'm not talking about me
TAEHYUNG
STRIP👯♂️
JIMIN
I'm concerned
JUNGKOOK
I'm not stripping for you, Tae
JUNGKOOK added YUMIN to the chat
YOONGI
Wait😳
TAEHYUNG
Oh shit
JIMIN
JUNGKOOK!!!
JUNGKOOK
SHE'S NOT FUCKING STRIPPING
YUMIN
I-
YUMIN left the chat
JUNGKOOK
For fuck's sake
JUNGKOOK added YUMIN to the chat
JUNGKOOK
Stay👇🏻
TAEHYUNG
Dominant much
JIMIN
Wth is going on?
YUMIN
Why'd I walk into
a conversation
about stripping?😭
YOONGI
Idk, but Jungkook,
she's not stripping
YUMIN
Damn straight!
JIMIN
You are straight🥴
JUNGKOOK
No one's fucking stripping!!
JUNGKOOK
Put your dicks away
and sit tf down!!
TAEHYUNG
😳
YUMIN
😳
JIMIN
😳
YOONGI
😳
TAEHYUNG
🤰🏻
JUNGKOOK
Tae
YUMIN
Daddy*
JUNGKOOK
🙄 I'm leaving
JIMIN
No, Koo, wait!
JIMIN
Did you wanna tell
us something?
YUMIN
Can I just say it?
I instigated this
whole thing in the
first place
YOONGI
Instigated what?
YUMIN
I kissed him👉🏽
YOONGI
🤦🏻♂️
TAEHYUNG
That's hot🥵
JIMIN
I said stay AWAY
from him. Not eat his face off!
JUNGKOOK
WTH Jimin?
YUMIN
🤷🏽
YUMIN
You guys aren't mad,
are you?
YUMIN
Did I just cheat!?? I still
don't know what I'm doing!
TAEHYUNG
No, you didn't cheat
YOONGI
Koo, I thought you said
you weren't interested in
her like that?
JUNGKOOK
Give me one good
reason I shouldn't be
TAEHYUNG
Because she's already
got a daddy: me
YUMIN
🤦🏽♀️ You're making me
regret this whole poly-
amory thing
JIMIN
Taehyung, be quiet
before I sell your
Blackpink albums
TAEHYUNG
🤐
YOONGI
So what, we're all
just fooling around with
each other now?
JUNGKOOK
Not in a hookup
sorta way
JUNGKOOK
I love you three,
and I like Yumin
YUMIN
And I love Yoongi
and Jimin, and really
like Taehyung and
Jungkook
TAEHYUNG
Ouch😐
YUMIN
❤️
JIMIN
Are we in fucking
grade school?
JIMIN
We all care about
each other emotionally,
correct?
YUMIN-AH
✔️
JUNGKOOK
Uh-huh
TAEHYUNG
Yes, daddy
YOONGI
Yes
JIMIN
We're physically attracted
to each other, no questions
asked
JUNGKOOK
🍆🍑🤤
YUMIN
My dick just fell off
YOONGI
Excuse you, but I
didn't fuck a dick🤨
JIMIN
For fuck's sake🤦🏻♂️
JIMIN
Do we all want something
romantic with each other?
TAEHYUNG
Yeah! 🥰
YOONGI
Yeah 🙂
JUNGKOOK
...
JIMIN
Yumin?
YUMIN
Um ok, don't hate me,
but I'm not 100% sure...
YUMIN
I'm still a bit scared
YOONGI
That's fine.
YOONGI
But, would you LIKE
something romantic
with us?
TAEHYUNG
You'd get to cuddle
me as much as you want🥰
YUMIN
I would LIKE something
romantic, I just don't
know how this is going
to end up
JUNGKOOK
You never know unless
you try, angel
JIMIN
So, is that a yes?
YUMIN
Yes :)
JIMIN
Great!
YOONGI
This has got to be
the gayest polyamory
relationship in Korea
TAEHYUNG
I want sex
YOONGI
...see what I mean?
YUMIN
What did I get myself
into!!!??😭
JUNGKOOK
💀
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Yoongi's arms slipped gently around my waist, his hands clasped against my lower stomach. A dull pain surged up around my abdomen and pelvis, causing me to shut my eyes irritably and lean back against his chest. Yoongi rested his head on my shoulder with a smirk, his lips brushing against my neck and sending a shiver through my body.
"You need anything?" he murmured, trailing kisses along my neck and collar. I shook my head, too afraid to speak for fear more than words would slip out.
Taehyung and Jungkook padded into Yoongi's living room, snacks piled up in their arms as they plopped down on the carpet. Yoongi watched them quietly for a moment, his lips pulled back into a frown. "Don't eat all my shit now," he scolded, a small smile playing on his lips. Slowly, I adjusted myself until I was lying partially on my stomach, resting my head against Yoongi's chest. It rose and fell every few seconds with his breathing, his heart beating loudly. I closed my eyes against the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, the pain in my stomach slowly beginning to subside.
I heard footsteps sound from down the hall, quickly accompanied by the pitter-patter of claws on the hardwood floor. Jimin walked listlessly into the living room, stepping over the younger men on the floor and plopping down onto the recliner near the end of the couch. Yeontan yipped gleefully as he sprung onto the brunet's lap, circling a few times before settling comfortably with his head on the arm of the recliner. Jimin's eyes moved calmly over the two men on the floor, his blinking leisurely and reassuring as a light blush trailed over his cheeks.
"Yoongi?" I murmured. "Can I sleep with you tonight?"
Yoongi slid his arms up and down my sides, his fingers slipping expectantly under my oversized black t-shirt and along my back. The tips of his fingers were cold, but the whole of his hand was warm against my skin. I felt safe in his embrace, my eyelids growing heavier, beckoning me to sleep.
"I thought that was the plan all along," he chuckled, entangling his legs with mine.
"Are we supposed to sleep out here, hyung?" Jimin yawned, stretching his limbs high above his head.
Yoongi shrugged, glancing down at Taehyung and Jungkook. The pair were draped over each other lovingly, entangled in one of Yoongi's spare blankets on the floor with snacks littering every space around them. Jungkook flashed his bunny grin, tightening his hold on Taehyung and pulling the brunet down to the floor. Taehyung yelped playfully, struggling momentarily in Jungkook's arms before going slack, suffocating the younger brunet under his large hoodie. "TAE!" Jungkook hollered, bucking his hips and legs to try and force Taehyung off of him. The older brunet chuckled loudly, flipping over onto his stomach to wrap his limbs around Jungkook and hold him still. He smiled down at the maknae, his boxy grin crinkling the corners of his eyes as he leaned forward as pressed their lips together. Jungkook chuckled against the kiss, threading his fingers through his hyung's hair and pulling him closer.
I smiled at the pair, feeling my heart swell at the sight of them being so happy. Yoongi and Jimin chuckled as Nari trotted over to the two love-birds, stepping up ontop of Taehyung's back and pressing him to the ground. Taehyung moved his head, leaning it against Jungkook's shoulder as he grumbled against the Shepherd's weight, lifting an arm and flailing it at her.
"Don't hurt her," I chortled, pushing myself to my feet and sliding down to the floor. I wrapped my arms around Nari's small waist, pulling her off of Taehyung and onto the floor. Nari huffed under her breath, turning to face me. She put a paw against my bare leg, nuzzling my face and neck as I wrapped my arms against her. We rolled onto the floor, Nari panting loudly atop my chest and peering around the living room as if she normally sat on people and that was just another day for her. "Fuck," I laughed heavily, feeling the Shepherd's weight gradually grow more and more uncomfortable.
"You guys are so weird," Jimin smiled, leaning forward and peering down at me. From my angle, he was upside down. I reached up and poked his face, flinching at the unnerving pain that shot through my side. Yoongi slid down to the floor, gently patting Nari and pushing her away. She sneezed obnoxiously, her saliva splashing me, Taehyung, and Jungkook. We all groaned in annoyance, rolling away from the dog as she settled down at the foot of the couch.
"She gets her sneeze from you, Tae," Yoongi commented, pulling me back up onto the couch. I draped my legs over his and laid along the couch, turning my head to watch the pair on the floor.
Taehyung rolled onto his side, facing us, Jungkook pressed comfortably against his chest. "I don't sneeze that loud!" he objected, twining his fingers with Jungkook's.
"When you sneeze, the whole foundation of the apartment shakes," I tittered, blinking at him casually.
Taehyung glared at me with a smirk. "Does not."
Jimin cleared his throat, leaning back against the recliner as he ran his hand along Yeontan's back. "North Korea can hear you sneeze all the way from down in Yeonje-gu."
"I'm pretty sure I can hear you sneeze up here in Dongnae-gu. Think I heard it last night," Yoongi joked, tapping his chin in mimed thought.
"Okay. Okay. I sneeze like a volcanic eruption, we get it." Taehyung shook his head, a large smile breaking out across his tanned face. Jungkook giggled youthfully, his bunny smile flashing amongst the features of his face.
I felt a smile of my own break out across my face, my heart swelling as we continued to joke around in the fading sunlight. Slowly, the sun began to disappear from the living room, Jimin reaching out to flick on a lamp for us to see. Yoongi pushed himself off the couch, quietly bouncing around the room shutting blinds, and locking the front door. He made his way back to me, arms extended as he pulled me against his chest, knees pressing into my sides as he held me close. I felt safe at that moment, the air warm and fuzzy as the five of us settled into our spots in the living room, eyes glued to the TV. I leaned my head back against Yoongi's shoulder, closing my eyes and exhaling listlessly.
Fuck, I love this, I giggled inside my head, a breathy laugh escaping me as grew more carefree. Yoongi released a cheerful breath, his lips connecting to the lobe of my ear. I reached up blindly, dragging my nails along his cheek and neck with a smile.
"If only we could mess around," he chortled, pressing a kiss along my neck.
"I swear," I coughed, trying to hold in a laugh. "That would be the worse mistake to make ever."
"Would it now?"
"Do you want me to bite you, oppa?" I turned and glared at him, raising my eyebrows. Yoongi looked at me regretfully, an apologetic grin playing on his face as he shook his head. "That's what I thought." I leaned back against his shoulder, Yoongi's arms wrapping protectively around my waist.
"Dork," he mumbled.
"Pussy-willow," I shot back, tapping the side of his face.
"A pussy what!?"
"What about pussy?" Taehyung grumbled sleepily, rolling over to glare up at me and Yoongi.
"Nothing," I chuckled, covering Yoongi's mouth with my hand. He ran his tongue along the grooves of my palm and I yanked my hand back to my side, urgently wiping his saliva off on my shorts. "Yoongi!"
"What the fuck is a pussy-willow?" Yoongi questioned, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"You!" I barked.
"Is someone gonna strip?" Taehyung questioned, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. "I don't wanna go to sleep and miss it."
"No stripping!" Jungkook whined, sprawled out on the floor. He looked up at me with narrowed eyes and I shook my head.
"No one's stripping," Yoongi groaned, leaning his head back against the couch.
Jimin sat quietly, observing our childish behavior from behind his dark bangs, eyes narrowed irritably. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head and turning to face the TV without a word.
"That's it, I'm going to bed," I groaned, pushing myself off the couch and padding around into the hallway.
"Strip. Strip. Strip," Taehyung chanted jokingly, earning a smack in the back of the head from Jungkook.
I turned and stared over my shoulder at the four men in the living room, rolling my eyes. With a smirk, I whipped my hand around and smacked my ass, trotting down the hall to Yoongi's bedroom without a word. Before I could shut the door, I broke out into a fit of giggles, covering my mouth so they couldn't hear me. "What the hell?" I laughed, listlessly sliding under Yoongi's covers.
"YUMIN-AH!" I heard Jimin and Jungkook shout. I broke out into a fit of pure laughter as Yoongi opened the door, peering into the dimly lit bedroom at me.
"Why'd you have to do that?" he giggled, padding up to the bedside and leaning over me.
"He said strip, and I'm not a whore, so I just-... It was a joke!"
"You made Jungkook hard," Yoongi whispered, cocking an eyebrow.
"Well, shit," I chuckled, hiding my face away in the pillow. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I pictured Jungkook sheepishly hiding his erection with a pillow, scooting away from his hyungs with a light blush trailing over his cheeks and the tips of his ears.
Yoongi sighed, hopping over me, and plopping down on the bed. He draped an arm over my hip, moving closer to me. I wrapped my fingers around his index finger, holding onto it gently as I closed my eyes. "Night," I mumbled, well aware that I wouldn't be falling asleep anytime soon.
"Night," Yoongi mumbled groggily, pressing his forehead against the nape of my neck. Gradually, his breathing grew shallower until he fell asleep. The TV shut off in the living room, indicating that the others were going to sleep. I smiled softly to myself, shutting my eyes and burying my face further into the cool fabric of the pillow. For what felt like hours I simply lay there, my mind bouncing absently around my cache of thoughts.
Go to sleep. Please.
I grumbled irritably, growing annoyed at myself for interrupting a silly scenario I had begun creating in my head. But I listened, feeling my body slowly grow numb as unconsciousness came to claim me.
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I stumbled down the hallway, hands grabbing at the walls as I made my way to the restroom. Finally, my hand brushed against the door frame and I slipped inside, careful to not make a noise and wake the others. As I stepped back out into the hall, the sound of someone unlocking the front door caught my attention and I froze. The door opened and silhouetted a slim man. My breath caught in my throat, thinking it was Yura. The man ran his hand through his hair and sighed, stepping out onto the moonlit steps and shutting the door behind him.
Curious, I padded down the hall as quietly as I could, careful not to alert the dogs. I stumbled over the carpet, righting myself slowly before wrapping my fingers around the doorknob. It's not Yura, I told myself, tugging at the door. He's not out there. When I opened the door a crack, I was hit with a wave of frigid night air, feeling my bare legs ripple with goose flesh. The man that had exited the apartment sat along the cement wall that bordered the steps down to the sidewalk, legs crossed over each other as he stared out at the street. In the moonlight, I could tell it was Jungkook, the curve of his jawline unmistakable. I stepped out stiffly onto the first step, shutting the door behind me.
"K-Kook?" I stammered, rubbing my hands along my arms.
Jungkook jumped, turning around and glaring at me with wide eyes. "Yum-min? What're you doing up?"
I stared at Jungkook groggily, blinking the sleep from my eyes so I could see him better. "I was using the bathroom. You scared the fuck out of me, I thought you were Yura!" I stepped up beside him, rubbing my arms aggressively. "What're you even doing up? It's almost three."
Jungkook sighed, tilting his head back. "Don't worry about it."
I stomped my foot down on the pavement, snapping Jungkook's attention back down to me. The brunet stared at me nervously, his eyes wide in the darkness. "Jungkook, stop with the 'don't worry about it' bullshit. That's only gonna make me worry more!" I exhaled shakily, the frigid breeze making me stiff and numb. My bottom lip began to tremble, and I bit down on it to keep it still. Jungkook turned slowly on the wall, his shoes barely scraping against the ground. His gaze traveled up and down my trembling form, eyes growing soft. Slowly, he pulled his arms through his sweatshirt sleeves, pulling the hoodie over his head. The white t-shirt he wore underneath caught on the inside of the hoodie, exposing his tanned chest and abs for a moment before he smoothed it back down. I felt myself blush, quickly fixing my gaze on my bare feet. Conscious now of how cold my feet were, I began to dance back-and-forth, hopping about to keep them from staying on the ground for too long. Jungkook chuckled, a soft smile playing at his lips as he reached out and clasped his hand around my upper arm. He pulled me closer to him, wrapping his legs around mine and stuffing his hoodie over my head. I frantically searched for the hole my head was supposed to go through, shoving my arms through the sleeves and burying myself inside the large hoodie. Jungkook grinned down at me, leaning forward and hooking his hands against my hips.
"I just came out here to think," Jungkook muttered, blinking up at me groggily. "Nothing's wrong."
"You always say nothing's wrong," I mumbled, hesitantly leaning towards the warmth radiating off of the brunet. Jungkook inched forward, the tips of his shoes scraping against the pavement as he pulled me close. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, trying my best to keep both of us warm.
"Nothing's wrong, Yumin. I promise. I just wanted to come out here and think for a bit."
"Think about what?" I prodded, pressing my forehead against his cheek. Another chill worked its way up my legs and I pressed them together tightly, longing for the warmth of Yoongi's bedsheets.
"The idea of stripping sounds even worse now that you're cold, huh?" Jungkook joked, pressing his knees against my thighs.
"No sh-shit," I stammered, squeezing my arms around him. "Why are you out here thinking? Can't you think inside?"
"I wanted to come out here and experience the emptiness," Jungkook murmured. "I wanted to think about things and feel...I don't know, just feel everything."
Jungkook grew quiet, his face pressed against mine. Hesitantly, I ran my hands up and down his neck and arms, tugging the sleeves of his sweatshirt over my fingers to keep them warm. Jungkook closed his eyes, pressing his face into my neck as I gently rubbed along his biceps.
"Koo, you should come inside. You're freezing," I murmured, running a hand along his neck.
"I'm not the one shaking," Jungkook breathed, lifting his head to look at me. His eyes were soft and hooded in the pale moonlight, his bangs tickling my nose as he leaned forward. He pressed his lips against mine softly and I savored the fruitiness that always seemed to linger on his breath. I wrapped my sleeve-covered hands around the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. His kiss seemed to warm my entire body, feet and legs growing used to the cold as he pulled me closer.
"That warm you up?" he murmured against my lips, drawing his nails along my back.
I blinked at him sleepily, nodding as I pressed a kiss against his cheek. Jungkook simpered, lowering his head to hide his face as I trailed a line of kisses along his neck and collar. I continued to rub my hands along his upper body, feeling his skin grow warm beneath my fingertips. I enjoyed the feeling of him being close, my hands running up and down his body, lips casually exploring his skin. Leaning forward, I pressed another kiss along his neck, experimentally nipping at the skin. Jungkook whimpered under his breath, his fingers digging into my back. An airy chuckle forced its way past his lips as he nuzzled up against my neck, his breath making the skin around my collar jump.
"You wanna stay out here for a little bit with me?" Jungkook mumbled, draping his forearms over my lower back.
I contemplated whether or not I should go back inside. I wanted the warmth of the apartment and Yoongi's bedsheets to rid my body of its goose flesh, to feel Yoongi's arms wrapped around my waist as I went back to sleep. But, the feeling of dangerously unknowing desire that Jungkook made me feel kept my feet glued to the pavement, continuing to run my hands along his body. With a soft smile, I nodded, pressing a kiss against his temple.
"If it helps you," I sighed. "Then I'll stay."
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Wow, I passed 700 views only a week or so ago, and I'm already so close to 800. I wonder if I can get to 1k? That'll be a goal to set, along with updating regularly at some point. Sorry again for the wait. I hope you enjoy this somewhat fluffy chapter. :)