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Jungkook trails behind Seokjin like an excited puppy. He's springing with excess energy, floating on endorphins from the thrill of performing, the audiences' roaring applause reverberating in his ears, and the exhilaration of Seokjin's heart event, watching in avid fascination as Seokjin unveils his secret hearts with exaggerated movements like he's an anime character unleashing his special move.

Backstage, Seokjin shows off his heart wristbands to the camera, explaining how he fashioned them himself, proud of his craftsmanship. Jungkook is curious and reaches out to touch it. He fiddles with the fabric, marveling how Seokjin repurposed it from old, ratty clothing with kitchen shears, when Seokjin smacks his hand away with a sharp, resounding slap. The sting sears through Jungkook's skin, down to his bones, piercing his heart. He's not used to Seokjin denying him anything or being so abrasive with him. Jungkook knows he was being a little shit all night, wiping his sweat on Seokjin and fucking with him, but his behavior didn't warrant a smack.

Jungkook tries to affect nonchalance, but he ends up dabbing at his eyes. Seokjin senses Jungkook's heartbreak, rubbing Jungkook's arm delicately to console him. He gifts Jungkook the wristband, but it's too late. Jungkook's too hurt, and a little too petty. He jerks away violently from Seokjin's touch, proclaiming he hates it, and stalks off.

He's so fucking upset, he storms past Seokjin's room to sleep in his own bed that night, alone.

Jungkook's restless though, tossing and turning uncomfortably. He can't sleep. His bed is foreign and uncharted territory to him. He's too accustomed to Seokjin's warmth and his fresh, woodsy scent cradling him to sleep, his sweet voice humming lullabies into Jungkook's ears.

He drifts off intermittently, startling awake to pull the blankets tighter over himself and curl into a ball, screwing his eyes shut. He's not sure how long it's been before a body slides into the covers beside him. Strong, familiar arms wrap around his waist and plush lips kiss his neck. Jungkook stiffens from the unexpected display of affection. He didn't think Seokjin would chase after him.

"I'm so sorry, baby." Seokjin chants like a prayer, kissing whatever skin he can reach, holding Jungkook close. His lips travel across Jungkook's body; kissing his nape, behind his ear, the curve of his jaw. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

Seokjin kisses him until Jungkook softens in his arms.

"Hyung." Jungkook shifts within Seokjin's embrace to face him. Seokjin surges forward and kisses Jungkook's mouth.

Jungkook sighs softly, parting his lips to kiss Seokjin languidly. He's still hurt, but he lets Seokjin hug and kiss him, Seokjin's warm kisses melting his heartache. He sinks into the mattress while Seokjin litters kisses across his throat and collarbones and curls fingers into Seokjin's hair. Seokjin grabs his hands to pin them above his head.

"I love you, baby," Seokjin says, kissing Jungkook's mouth. "I love you so much."

Seokjin bites little kisses into Jungkook's skin. Jungkook arcs up into each tender kiss. He struggles against where Seokjin's restraining him, wanting to reach out and touch, too. Seokjin releases Jungkook's hands and slips one of the heart wristbands onto his wrist.

"Look, we match now," Seokjin says, entwining their fingers together. He kisses their clasped hands, where Jungkook spots the other pair on Seokjin's wrist. "You'll always have my heart."

Jungkook cracks a tiny smile at the gesture, and Seokjin kisses it.

"I'm sorry I hurt you, baby." Seokjin whispers, stroking Jungkook's hair with his free hand. He kisses the crown of Jungkook's hair, his forehead, his cheeks, his lips.

"It's okay," Jungkook mumbles, tipping forward for another kiss. It's not okay, not yet, but as Jungkook basks in Seokjin's soft, sweet kisses, maybe it will be.




Jungkook rubs the sleep from his eyes and wanders into the kitchen. He leans against the doorway, body blissfully sore and warm.

"Morning, baby." Seokjin greets, sweeping Jungkook into his arms for a kiss. Jungkook smiles, cranes his head up to nuzzle his face under Seokjin's jaw, and kiss his neck. Seokjin massages Jungkook's ass, and Jungkook purrs against his throat in appreciation.

"You made breakfast?" Jungkook asks, sniffing the savory aroma wafting through the air.

"Yeah. To replenish your energy for today," Seokjin says, grinning, bopping Jungkook's nose. Jungkook giggles, and Seokjin kisses his lips before guiding him to the table.

A feast awaits Jungkook when he arrives. There's a steaming pot of galbitang—broth so crystal clear Jungkook can see the generous chunks of beef swimming inside, a sizzling plate of mouthwatering samgyubsal, mounds of rice for each of them, and an assortment of appetizing banchan: crispy hobakjeon, browned around the edges, rolled omelettes, seafood salad, braised potatoes, seasoned vegetables, and kimchi, of course.

Seokjin sits across from Jungkook at the table. He crosses his ankles around Jungkook's, brushing his foot against Jungkook's calves as they eat.

Jungkook smiles around his mouthful. Warmth blooms in his chest from Seokjin's gentle touches and hearty, home-cooked meal. Seokjin shares the same sentiment, glancing at Jungkook with furtive, fond looks behind his chopsticks. His eyes pour all over Jungkook, from his round, puffy cheeks chomping on his meal, down to his arms. Seokjin notices something, and his face falls, the light in his eyes dimming.

"Oh," Seokjin says. "You're not wearing it."

"What?" Jungkook asks, confused, mouth half-open around his meat and rice.

"The bracelet. The one I gave you for your birthday yesterday. You're not wearing it."

"Oh." Jungkook's eyes widen in realization. "That—"

"I guess you didn't like it. You could've told me, you know. You didn't have to feign enthusiasm."

"No, hyung—"

"It's okay," Seokjin says, scooting back in his chair and abruptly standing up. His tone and posture distinctly indicates that it's not okay. The metal scrapes against the tiles, and it's loud in the relative quiet of the kitchen, but Jungkook can barely hear it over his heart pounding frenetically in his ears. "It's fine. You're not obligated to wear it."

His voice is so small and sad, diminishing, as Seokjin dejectedly pivots on his heel to exit the kitchen. Each plodding step Seokjin takes is a stab to Jungkook's heart.

Jungkook feels hurt, and it's unfair. Seokjin isn't giving him a chance to explain himself. He grasps the sleeve of Seokjin's sweater.

"Hyung, please. I really—"

Seokjin shrugs him off, gently removing Jungkook's hand. It's cold.

"Later, Kook ah. We have to get ready for Seo Taiji hyungnim's concert now."

When Bangtan piles into the SUV, Jungkook and Seokjin end up on opposite sides, separated from each other. Jungkook's squished all the way in the back left corner, next to Jimin and Taehyung, while Seokjin's in the middle row, on the right. There's a only a few feet between them but the distance feels stretched, beyond the Pacific Ocean and over Seokjin's broad, broad shoulders. Jungkook gazes at Seokjin forlornly, who's staring resolutely at the window. He thinks he feels Seokjin's eyes on him as he watches the sky and trees and buildings blur into indistinguishable shapes outside, but when he looks back, Seokjin has turned his head away.

Jimin sighs heavily, already sick of their bullshit. He jabs Jungkook in the ribs, a silent signal of "get your shit together." Jungkook punches his arm.

The frantic concert craze temporarily abates the dull ache in Jungkook's chest as the spotlights shine down on him, cheers thrum against his skin, and the adrenaline courses through his veins—drowning out all thoughts that aren't singing and dancing to his fullest, until he's off stage, flushed with sweat and frazzled hair, and Seokjin is still courteously brushing Jungkook aside, keeping contact minimum. He's a wholeass grown adult but behaving like a goddamn child. It's driving Jungkook fucking insane.

Seokjin dashes into the shower and then into his room before Jungkook can blink, not giving Jungkook an opportunity to speak to him. Jungkook wants to pursue him, but he grudgingly heads into the bathroom to wash himself before Seokjin bitches about hygiene. Seokjin's a stickler about cleanliness, and it'll only annoy him more, effectively shutting down any chances for proper dialogue.

When Jungkook tiptoes into the room, Seokjin's already tucked underneath the blankets. Jungkook peels back the covers enough so he can climb atop of Seokjin, pinning him beneath Jungkook's frame.


"Jungkook, what the fuck." Seokjin blinks his eyes open, disconcerted and slightly distraught.

"Please, hyung." Jungkook pleads, unsure of what to do, what to say, or how to begin. He bends down for a kiss, and miraculously, Seokjin doesn't evade him. He stays still though, staring at Jungkook. His eyes are wide open. Blank. Jungkook curls his fingers in Seokjin's pajama shirt, and little RJ faces smile up at him. It's a stark contrast to their current reality.

"I... really, really liked your present, hyung. It made me really happy."


"I'm sorry for not wearing it. It means a lot to me. I— I'm safekeeping it because I don't want anything to happen to it. I'm afraid of ruining it or losing it. I want to save it for something special. That's how precious it is to me."

Seokjin sighs.

"It's okay. I was being childish and expecting too much from you. Next time, I won't get you anything expensive or something you won't use."

"Hyung, no. I—"

"If I buy you a ring, will you even wear it?" Seokjin wonders aloud.

Jungkook chokes.

"Of course I would, hyung."

Seokjin laughs bitterly.

"Hyung." Jungkook cries, twisting the fabric of Seokjin's shirt. "I do appreciate everything you do for me. You make me sound ungrateful or like I don't care, but I do. I still have the scarf you bought for me when we were trainees because it was cold outside and I forgot to bring one and the stuffed bunny you got for me on our first date because you said it resembled me."

Jungkook's eyes well up with tears. Seokjin's callous demeanor disintegrates instantaneously. He curves his fingers around Jungkook's hipbone, caressing it lightly to soothe him.

"I know, baby. I'm sorry. I made a shitty joke. I understand. You're sentimental. You like to keep things guarded and close to your heart. Like all those pictures of us that you won't share."


"Shh, baby. It's okay. Stop crying. I don't like it when you're sad," Seokjin says, swiping Jungkook's tears away. He holds Jungkook's face and kisses his eyelids.

Seokjin assuages Jungkook, kissing his face and patting his back, whispering words of comfort. Jungkook feels like Seokjin is placating him, rather than forgiving him though.

It revs something within Jungkook. He snatches Seokjin's lips with his teeth and kisses him hard, conveying what he can't seem to express with words, hoping Seokjin will understand his sincerity. Please, Jungkook implores with each desperate kiss. I love you.




"Jungkookie! Baby, come eat!"

"I'm not hungry," Jungkook grumbles irascibly, low on spirits and stamina. It's not a blatant lie, since his stomach isn't rumbling yet, and he's not in the mood to eat.

"I already ordered your favorite dishes for you." Seokjin chirps, undeterred by Jungkook's attitude.

"Why? I said I didn't feel like eating anything." Jungkook gripes.

"You need to ingest something for sustenance. You can't go on like this, baby." Seokjin lectures, voice shifting from cheer into concern. His overbearing protectiveness sounds patronizing to Jungkook's ears. It flares the embers burning inside him.

"I told you I don't want to eat!" Jungkook shouts, slamming the door in Seokjin's face when he bolts. He doesn't have to turn back to see Seokjin gaping at him, obviously rattled. He's too scared to even face Seokjin before guilt crumbles his determination.

Jungkook distracts himself by composing songs and writing lyrics, locked in his studio, tinkering with switches, experimenting with different chords to produce fresh, innovative sounds, and jotting down whatever thoughts cross his mind. Hours pass by when a yawn escapes his lips and soreness creeps into his limbs from hunching over the console. He stretches, stuff his phone into his pocket, and packs up for the day.

Seokjin's waiting when Jungkook returns. He's curled on the couch, looking fatigued, eyes groggy and rimmed pink like he hasn't slept in five years.

"Hey, baby."

"...hi," Jungkook says awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

"Where were you?"


"Write some good songs?"

"...kind of."



"Eat anything yet, baby?"

"No." Jungkook huffs. He's sick of this conversation.

"Jungkook." Seokjin levels, stern, "you need to eat. It's important for your health."

"I'm still perfectly fine and healthy without inhaling five meals a day and infinite snacks, like you."

"The fuck? Why are you attacking me? I'm worried about you!"

"Worry about yourself!"

"How the fuck do you expect me to do that? What am I supposed to do if you collapse again!" Seokjin explodes. "Do you know how helpless I feel when I can't do anything to help and can only watch you suffer?"

Seokjin's outburst stuns Jungkook to the core, eyes blown wide staring at Seokjin. His expression morphs from anger to concern for Jungkook's well-being. Jungkook's own resolve dissipates, and he mellows out.

"Sorry," Jungkook mutters. He marches over to plop himself onto Seokjin's lap and throw his arms around Seokjin's shoulders. He relaxes when he feels Seokjin's arms twine around his waist. Jungkook tucks his face into Seokjin's neck to hide the shame he feels, failing to realize the magnitude of Seokjin's love for him. Seokjin rubs his back.

"I'm worried about you, baby."

"I know. It's hard for me too, hyung. Restricting my calorie intake and refraining from eating all the foods I love. But, I like how I look with slimmer cheekbones and a more defined jaw."


"I need to match up to hyung's looks, too."

"Hey, Jungkook. I'm a 10. That means I only date 10s also, okay? You're handsome as is. You don't need to do anything."

"But, the fans like it when I have abs..."

"Fuck them." Seokjin growls. "If they only value you for your body, then they can fucking leave. They're not true fans. They don't deserve you if they can't appreciate your smile, or your voice, or how sweet and kind and earnest and hard-working you are."


"You're always beautiful, Jungkook ah. Whether you have fluffy cheeks or chiseled abs. I love your body too, but only because I love every inch of you." To punctuate his point, Seokjin kisses his way down Jungkook's figure. He kisses Jungkook's face, across his jawline and the column of his throat, then hefts his shirt up to kiss his torso.

Jungkook trembles when Seokjin's teeth graze his chest.

"I— I love hyung, too."

"Good. Because I love you a lot." Seokjin smiles, rising to kiss Jungkook's lips. "Ready to eat now, baby?"

Jungkook nods.

"Want me to cook for you? I'll prepare something nutritious and delicious." Seokjin stands to head over to the kitchen.

"No." Jungkook shakes his head, tugging Seokjin back down. Seokjin looks at him, apprehensive, eyebrow raised. "Let's order takeout. Wanna cuddle."

Seokjin pulls Jungkook onto his lap and kisses his cheek.

"You're so cute."

Later, Jungkook collapses into bed, hiking up his shirt and rubbing his belly. He's stuffed on fried chicken, jjampong, and tteokbokki—all the comfort foods he craved since he's been depriving himself.

"I feel gross now and it's all your fault, hyung," Jungkook groans. He's bloated and there's a hellfire raging in the pit of his stomach from the spices.

"You're beautiful," Seokjin says, hovering over Jungkook to kiss him, licking all remnants of sauce from his mouth.

Seokjin's lips ghost across Jungkook's skin, kissing his jaw, across his throat and collarbones, and down to his tummy. Jungkook inhales, a sharp burst of air to his lungs, as Seokjin dips his tongue into the ridges of Jungkook's abdomen. He kisses Jungkook's hipbone, and Jungkook shudders beneath him.

And, when Seokjin opens his mouth over Jungkook's crotch, warm and wet, Jungkook momentarily forgets about his discomfort, the adjustments he'll have to make to his workout schedule and nutrition plan to accommodate the excess calories, letting Seokjin consume him. There's only the feeling of his cock hard and heavy in Seokjin's mouth, the slick sounds of Seokjin hollowing his cheeks around him as Jungkook twists his fingers into Seokjin's hair, the fireworks exploding underneath his glowing skin when his dick hits the back of Seokjin's throat to swallow him whole.




Seokjin brushes his bangs back, biting his lips, eyebrows knitted together, intently focused on the notebook poised on his knee. He scribbles down some words, scratches them out, and heaves a sigh. He runs fingers through his hair again. He looks agitated, on edge, and attractive, hair pushed off his face and plush lips bitten red.

Jungkook wants to help, ease Seokjin's worries, so his hyung can relax.

The dorm is empty, and Jungkook lights up with an idea.

He picks up his phone, scrolling through his playlist. He taps on the screen, and immediately a sexy R&B song blares through the bluetooth speakers.

Jungkook dances seductively toward Seokjin, body syncing to the rhythm; twirling his hips, shaking his butt, and sweeping his hair back.

"What are you doing?" Seokjin asks when Jungkook straddles Seokjin's lap and grinds his hips down.

"Distracting you." Jungkook smirks, kissing Seokjin's neck.

"Jungkook, stop," Seokjin says, gripping the papers tighter. "Not now. I'm busy."

"Why? I'm trying to make you feel good, hyung."

"I don't have time to play around." Seokjin warns gravely.

"Hyung just needs to sit back and enjoy."

"Turn the fucking music off, Jungkook." Seokjin snaps. The severity of his voice shocks Jungkook, and he topples off Seokjin's lap, shaken. He wrings his fingers into little baby fists against the wooden paneled flooring, gaze casted downwards, bangs falling over his eyes, grateful that Seokjin can't see how pathetic he looks. He's terrified of looking at Seokjin's face and witnessing the inevitable indifference painted on it, too.

"Sorry," Jungkook mutters, voice tiny and insignificant, mimicking how he feels—stupid and hurt and rejected. "I just wanted to cheer you up. You've been so stressed lately. You spend hours in the dance studio practicing, writing melodies, and I— I've missed you."

Tears prick his eyes, and Jungkook feels stupider for crying. He hates how emotional he is. He climbs off the floor and stomps away. He doesn't get very far when he feels a hand on his wrist, pulling him into familiar broad shoulders and strong arms engulfing him, petting his hair.

"I'm sorry, baby." Seokjin apologizes, wracked with guilt. He kisses Jungkook's forehead, then his nose, cheeks, and lips. "I'm frustrated, but I shouldn't have taken it out on you. That's unfair to you. You don't deserve that. I'm sorry."

Jungkook blinks the tears away, and Seokjin moves forward, kissing him.

"I-I'm not playing around. I just wanted hyung to take a break, unwind, and have some fun. I want to take care of hyung, too. We haven't spent that much time together, either," Jungkook says weakly, clutching Seokjin's shirt. Seokjin licks the corner of Jungkook's mouth.

"I know. My sweet, soft, precious baby boy. I'm sorry. I love you." Seokjin cradles Jungkook's face, thumb smoothing over his cheek. He kisses Jungkook, softly, again and again.

"I love you, baby." Seokjin repeats after each kiss. "I love you."

"You haven't been paying attention to me lately. I feel like an afterthought." Jungkook whispers.

"I'm sorry. I'm here now. You have me, baby."

"Are you going to stop ignoring me now?"

"Yes, baby. I'm devoting the rest of the day to you. We can do whatever you want." Seokjin smiles, kissing Jungkook's forehead.

"Okay," Jungkook says slowly. "Okay. You're going to have to kiss me a lot to make up for being an asshole—"

And suddenly, Seokjin kisses him, slow and deep. He parts his lips, licking inside Jungkook's mouth and flicking his tongue. Jungkook gasps, gripping Seokjin's biceps to anchor himself. He presses back harder for a merciless, unrelenting kiss.

"Do you feel any better?" Seokjin smirks, nibbling on Jungkook's lips.

"No. Kiss me more." Jungkook demands.

Seokjin grins, palm fitted around Jungkook's jaw, already leaning in. "With pleasure."




Jungkook's nestled on Seokjin's lap, ear pressed against Seokjin's chest to listen to their synchronizing heartbeats. His mind renders the vibrations into a melody, wondering how he can incorporate them into a song. Seokjin hums while petting Jungkook's hair, and Jungkook subsequently thinks about the layers of sound, of chord progressions, and music.

Seokjin kisses behind Jungkook's ear, his teeth tugging on Jungkook's earring.

"What are you thinking about?" Seokjin asks with more kisses to Jungkook's jawline and nape.

"You." Jungkook grins and shuffles to face Seokjin so he can witness the rosiness blossoming on Seokjin's cheeks. Seokjin's taught him to be flirty and a tease over the years. Menace, Seokjin would always say, fingertips smoothing over Jungkook's hipbones or brushing over the dimples in his back, pulling him close to breathe hot against his skin, thoroughly flustering Jungkook, before kissing his blushing cheeks and chewed red lips.

"Oh?" Seokjin skims his fingers over Jungkook's abs in retaliation, making his breath hitch.

"Y-yeah," Jungkook says on a trembling exhale. "More specifically, I was thinking about us. How to write about it in a song."

"That's sweet, baby," Seokjin murmurs, nosing along Jungkook's nape and shoulders. Jungkook can feel Seokjin's lips curving into a smile when they coast along his skin. He shivers.

"I, um, wrote a new song a couple days ago. Would you like to hear it?"

"I'd love to, baby," Seokjin says, tilting Jungkook's head back for a kiss, soft and sweet.

"Okay, let me go grab my phone," Jungkook says, biting down a smile. He scampers off with an encouraging butt pat from Seokjin.

Jungkook forages through Seokjin's room for his phone. He remembers he jammed it into his hoodie pocket—Seokjin's actually since they're his favorite, Jungkook swears they're softer and cozier and they smell like Seokjin—before stripping it off when it got too hot and stifling while they were fooling around.

In Jungkook's quest, he accidentally knocks over a stack of papers, bumping into Seokjin's desk. He hastens to scoop them up when his eyes catch on alarming lettering. They're agencies, Jungkook realizes upon closer inspection. Distinguished, famous talent labels scouting Seokjin. Jungkook's heart lurches into his throat. It feels like someone is squeezing his chest, punching the air out of his lungs. He can't breathe. He panics, his breath quickening and heart pounding so fierce and erratic it's going to bruise.

Jungkook bunches the papers in his fist, crunching them like he could crush their offers with his fingertips. Seokjin finds him like that, perched on the ground like his universe flipped upside down.

Seokjin must've been worried when Jungkook didn't return immediately. Jungkook can only stare; at the floor, at the contracts, at Seokjin, frozen.

"What is this?" Jungkook asks warily.

"Huh?" Seokjin scans Jungkook's form, perplexed, until he processes what's wedged between Jungkook's hands and quietly says, "Oh."

"Oh." Jungkook mimics tauntingly.

Seokjin squirms underneath Jungkook's hard, piercing stare. He breathes in, out, resigned. "They're exactly what they look like."

"Contract offers from different agencies?" Jungkook reaffirms, voice strangled.

"Yeah." Seokjin admits, looking like he'd rather be elsewhere, not having this conversation. Jungkook feels the same. He wishes this were a dream right now. That someone would pinch him awake and he'll forget about this horrid nightmare.

"Hyung, are you leaving us?" Jungkook asks, the perennial fear nagging at the back of his mind resurfacing. He knows Seokjin's dissatisfied with Big Hit's management, the lack of opportunities and spotlight and investment. Their CEO being a slimy, conniving asswipe. Jungkook isn't happy with it either. "Are you leaving Bangtan?" Are you leaving me?

"What? No!" Seokjin is quick to rectify, but amends with, "I don't know yet."

"Hyung." Jungkook wails. "I know our company is fucking shit. They constantly undermine us instead of supporting us or developing us as artists. But, we're their strongest asset right now. We have options. We could renegotiate better terms or, create our own label. How could you do this to us, hyung? What am I supposed to do without you? I stayed in Seoul... because of you."

"Jungkook." Seokjin swoops down to squish Jungkook against his chest. He kisses Jungkook's temple, then rakes fingers through his hair and strokes his back.

"I... I know I'm being selfish. They're probably offering you more beneficial stipulations, proper treatment, and respect. But you're the only reason I made it this far, hyung. It was your consistent, never-ending support. I couldn't do it without you. I can't."

Jungkook's voice cracks like the shattered fragments of his heart. He weeps into Seokjin's shoulder. Seokjin wipes the tears trickling down Jungkook's face.

"Baby." Seokjin soothes. "Look at you. This is why I didn't want to tell you. I knew you'd be upset. I didn't want to sadden you before I fully comprehended the situation myself. I promise to discuss this with you and our bandmates before I make my final decision though."

Seokjin's consolation does nothing to allay Jungkook's anxiety, however. He cries harder, and Seokjin tightens his arms around Jungkook.

"Kook ah. Nothing's for certain. I haven't decided anything, okay? I haven't left yet."

"What if you do? What's going to happen?"

"I don't know that. I can't predict the future."

"Are you gonna break up with me?"

"Jungkook ah. Even if I leave Big Shit, I'm not leaving you. I'm never leaving you. I promised you. I love you."

"I love you, too. You're amazing, hyung. You'll thrive no matter where you go. You're gonna jet-set across the globe, achieving your dreams, charming audiences everywhere, racking up so many Oscars and Grammys to fill up your mansion. You're gonna encounter lots of beautiful, accomplished, and influential celebrities. What if... you find someone better than me?"

"That's never going to happen. There's no one more perfect for me than you." Seokjin reassures.

"But, you won't be here with me..."

"We can still be together while in different agencies. We just won't see each other everyday."

"How do you expect me to cope with that?" Jungkook snaps, but he nestles into Seokjin's arms, letting himself be held and pet.

"Maybe you can move into my swanky penthouse. I'll buy a villa for both of us. Or, I'll rent out the dorm adjacent to yours. We'll make it work."

Jungkook stays mute, not quite believing. He's crippled by the fear that even though Seokjin was the one who held his hand, he won't be able to hold onto Seokjin.

"Hey, Kook."


"I love you." Seokjin kisses Jungkook's cheek.

Jungkook's lip twitches, fighting back a smile. He still wants to be pissed. He wants more kisses.

"I love you, hyung." Jungkook burrows deeper into Seokjin's chest, kissing his collarbone.

"Love you too, baby." Seokjin drops soft kisses all over Jungkook's face. When he reaches Jungkook's lips, he draws Jungkook into a deep, lingering kiss. He licks into Jungkook's mouth and sucks on his tongue.

Jungkook's still uneasy, and he can't shake the dread he feels, like Seokjin will disappear from his grasp. But, with Seokjin's mouth moving hot and heavy against his and their heartbeats pounding in unison, Jungkook can almost convince himself everything will be okay. He crawls onto Seokjin's lap and kisses him back with purpose and intent. Jungkook focuses on Seokjin kissing him, on his palm cradling Jungkook's jaw like he's delicate. Seokjin nibbles on Jungkook's lip, and he moans against Seokjin's mouth.

"Want you." Jungkook breathes in hard, diving in for another kiss. He tears into Seokjin's lips and pants harshly into his mouth.

Seokjin breaks the kiss, lashes fluttering to peer at Jungkook's face. He pecks Jungkook's mouth. "You sure?"

"Yes. I need you, hyung." Jungkook whines as he ruts against Seokjin's thigh.

"Fuck, baby." Seokjin moans when their cocks drag together.

It's rough when Seokjin fucks into him, but it's precisely what Jungkook needs. He begs for Seokjin to go harder, faster. Jungkook squeezes his thighs around Seokjin's waist, pushing him deeper inside. He wants to impale himself on Seokjin's cock, feel Seokjin grazing his walls with each thrust and splitting him open. The pain proves that it's real and that Seokjin is here with him, panting above Jungkook, fucking him senseless.

Jungkook digs his fingertips into the broad plane of Seokjin's back, grounding himself, clutching Seokjin tight. Seokjin groans, nipping praises into Jungkook's skin, and gives Jungkook everything he asks for. Jungkook clings onto every last ounce of affection Seokjin pours into him, despite how ephemeral it seems.




Things have been awkward and tense with Seokjin since that wretched confrontation. Every transgression has built into an impenetrable fortress between them, sundering them apart. Jungkook hates it. He's antsy, worried about the precarious balance of their relationship. They still sleep in the same bed, but the cuddles and kisses are less frequent, and they haven't had sex in a while. It's hell. Jungkook feels like he's withering away without his sun, the light of his smile and the warmth of his touch.

They've been busy hustling, swept up in recording sessions and photoshoots and filming their music video in preparation for the upcoming album, in between shootings for their endorsement deals, tapings for Run BTS! episodes and Bangtan Bombs. There's no time to reconcile the uncertainty between them. Everyday their schedule is filled to the brim.

Today is the photoshoot for Puma.

When they alight, the creative director reviews the storyboards with the team, discussing his vision for the commercial and photos, which pairs Jungkook with Seokjin for several shots. Jungkook's a little nervous, jittery, but Seokjin soothes him with a comforting hand on his back.

This is familiar, and it dispels some of the nerves fluttering in Jungkook's stomach.

They start off posing with flower bouquets, pretty like Seokjin, and Seokjin cracks a few jokes which has Jungkook reluctantly giggling. It breaks the tension between them, so they can smile easily and radiantly for the cameras. The airy ambiance evokes memories of happier times, and Jungkook reminisces about when Seokjin escorted him on a secret garden rendezvous, kissing him against the tree trunks as the sunlight streamed down on them through the jade canopy, with a dainty sakura petal caught in Jungkook's hair. The cameras click and flash furiously as Jungkook replicates those same feelings and expressions, remembering the past.

The next sequence of photos requires a snapshot of their shoes. The director orders them to stand close together.

Jungkook inhales a deep breath as Seokjin approaches, anxious, bashful like it's their first date all over again, stomach churning. There are massive high-definition, DSLR cameras fixated on him, hyper focused on every micro expression and twitch of his body. Seokjin crouches down, resting his head onto Jungkook's shoulder. He wraps his arms tight around Jungkook's waist, holding Jungkook as close to his chest as possible.

Seokjin smells like love and feels like home, enveloping Jungkook's senses with his warmth and earthy scent, ensconcing Jungkook within a strong embrace to make him feel protected and cherished, reminding Jungkook why he could never let go.

Jungkook's eyes crinkle into crescent moons, beaming with light, and he shyly laces his fingers around Seokjin to hug him back.

"I missed you, baby." Seokjin breathes into Jungkook's neck, kissing the soft skin there as his fingers dip into the small of Jungkook's back, right above the swell of his ass.

Jungkook nuzzles his face into Seokjin's chest. Seokjin tips his chin up, drawing him into a passionate kiss, one that's deep and lasting and renders them both breathless.

"I missed you too, hyung," Jungkook says, forehead pressed to Seokjin's while they regain their breath. Seokjin smiles, and Jungkook mirrors it.

They're inseparable for the remainder of the shoot, and insufferable to the crew and their own groupmates. They walk around the set with their limbs twined together, refusing to let go. Seokjin feeds Jungkook snacks, and Jungkook playfully licks Seokjin's fingers. They both laugh, falling back in tune with one another again, frequencies recalibrating.

Seokjin tugs Jungkook onto his lap, hands on Jungkook's waist, kissing his face. He smacks his lips against Jungkook's without abandon, and Jungkook erupts into giggles. He circles his arms around Seokjin's shoulders and kisses him with fervor.

"I love you, hyung," Jungkook says, winded.

"I love you, too, baby. So much."




Jungkook bounces on Seokjin's lap while Seokjin traces his fingers over Jungkook's waist, captivated by how the harness fastened tight around his midsection emphasizes how tiny it is. Cupping and caressing Jungkook's waist, Seokjin guides them in a steady rhythm as Jungkook rocks his hips against Seokjin's.

"God, you're so pretty. My pretty baby boy," Seokjin murmurs, sucking kisses on Jungkook's throat. Jungkook moans, arching his back to press into Seokjin's tongue and sink deeper on his cock.

Seokjin grazes Jungkook's sweet spot, and Jungkook whimpers, loud and obscene. Seokjin swallows the sound by capturing Jungkook's lips in a bruising kiss.

"Feels good," Jungkook pants, head falling onto Seokjin's shoulder. Seokjin winds his arms tighter around Jungkook's waist to hold him close and thrusts up into him.

"You too, baby. God, you're so fucking hot. So good for hyung." Seokjin bites at Jungkook's earlobe.

The praise incites Jungkook. His muscles tense, glistening with sweat, as he rises and drops down on Seokjin's dick. Each drag of Seokjin's cock ignites Jungkook’s skin into flames. The pleasure mounts in his abdomen, white hot and bursting, rocketing through every inch of his body.

"I'm close, hyung," Jungkook whines, his hips stuttering.

"I got you, baby." Seokjin grabs hold of Jungkook's cock, stroking him while he pounds into Jungkook. He catches Jungkook's mouth, licking deep inside. It's overwhelming, and Jungkook cries, spurting pearlescent streaks into Seokjin's fist.

Seokjin continues fucking into Jungkook while he rides out the wave of his orgasm. Jungkook nips on Seokjin's lip, moaning into his mouth as he clenches around Seokjin's dick. He gazes at Seokjin, hazy and euphoric, and Seokjin crashes over the edge, coming while buried inside Jungkook.

Jungkook slumps down Seokjin's chest, head lolling onto Seokjin's shoulder. Seokjin pets his head comfortingly, whispering sweet assurances into his skin, of how perfect and pretty and good he was. Jungkook smiles, nuzzling his face into Seokjin's neck while Seokjin embraces him.

They snuggle for a while, until Seokjin gently nudges Jungkook off so he can lead them into the shower. Jungkook lays on his back, too blissed out and exhausted to move, forcing Seokjin to carry him into the bathroom.

Seokjin rinses Jungkook clean, soaping down his body and lathering shampoo into his hair. Jungkook grins, seizing Seokjin's lips in a searing kiss, and scrubs Seokjin's back.

"Hungry, baby?" Seokjin asks when they've freshened up and kissed each other against the tiles until they've depleted all the hot water, dressed in cozy sweatshirts Seokjin plucked from his wardrobe.

"Mm," Jungkook hums sweetly against Seokjin's mouth, kissing him.

"Okay." Seokjin kisses Jungkook's temple before flitting into the kitchen.

Jungkook flops onto the couch, hugging the bunny plushie he and Seokjin named KooKoo on their first date, while he waits for Seokjin. There's a red, knit muffler tied around its neck, the first gift Seokjin ever bought for him, which hides the unfortunate rip. They're both worn from frequent use, but pairing the items together reinvigorates them. Jungkook treasures them both.

Seokjin rematerializes with a scalding mug of hot chocolate and platter of fresh-baked, melty hazelnut praline and bourbon chocolate chip cookies to satiate Jungkook's sweet tooth. He places them on the coffee table and collapses beside Jungkook. Jungkook pillows his head on Seokjin's chest, and Seokjin loops his arms around Jungkook's waist.

They cuddle, sharing midnight snacks and kisses, tangled in each other. Jungkook thumbs the crumbs off Seokjin's mouth, and Seokjin licks the molten chocolate from Jungkook's lips. Jungkook smiles, feeling warm and content and loved in Seokjin's embrace. He leans up to kiss Seokjin's lips, eyes twinkling and nose scrunching. Seokjin laughs and kisses his nose. "You're adorable, baby. My sweet marshmallow bunny."

"Noooooo," Jungkook whines, shy, covering his blushing cheeks behind his large hands. Seokjin has to coax them from his face with kisses. He grasps Jungkook's hand to weave their fingers, and his eyes catch sight of the smooth, cool platinum adorned around Jungkook's wrist. It glints spectacularly in the moonlight.

Seokjin breaks into a grin, eyes smiling, and kisses Jungkook's wrist, down his arm and all the way to his mouth.

"You're wearing it," Seokjin says, pecking Jungkook's mouth over and over again.

Jungkook beams and kisses Seokjin's lips.

"Yeah. I told you I love it, hyung. I love you."

"I love you too, baby." Jungkook snuggles into Seokjin's chest, and Seokjin lovingly pets his hair.

Yoongi discovers them like that, dozing off on the sofa, bodies entwined together.

"I'm really happy you two finally removed your stubborn heads from your asses and made up, hyung," Yoongi tells Seokjin.

"I'm really happy, too." Seokjin grins. "He let me come in his ass and then eat him out. He's an angel."

"Wow, I did not fucking need to know that. Goodbye."

Seokjin howls with laughter at Yoongi's theatrics. The tremors jostle Jungkook, and he laughs, too. His chest feels light, buoyed by the infectious cheer floating between them.

Jungkook peers at Seokjin, gleaming pink when Seokjin gazes at him, eyes glittering, radiant and warm. He bites his lip, and Seokjin kisses him. Jungkook smiles into the kiss.

"I'm really happy too, hyung."

"Me too, baby."