Jungkook's an art student and Jin is a freelance model who volunteers to pose for the local university’s art department sometimes. On Jungkook’s first day, Jin is the model posing nude in semi-erotic positions with only fruit tastefully covering his parts.
When Jungkook received his entry letter to SNU Arts, he had a lot envisioned for himself. He imagined extravagant school trips to Tokyo in spring, painting the cherry blossoms while drinking expensive tea, having lectures outside and that he'd spend him time nodding politely at some of Seoul's most inetive art galleries. Maybe even something like free yoga sessions. Things that really got him connected to art, that kind of shit. What he did not expect was to be ducking out of the firing range of a shitty motorcyclist as the dude lobbed dirty looking change at him, snatching his greasy paper bag and riding away, engine snarling in the night.
Jungkook scrambles to collect the change off the counter and shove it into the till before sticking his head out of the little window and cursing after the guy. He pulls himself back in, huffs, and straightens the notebook he'd been balancing on his knee. See, the thing is, university isn't quite how television makes it out to be. For a start, there's student debt that k-dramas seem to gloss over and a lot less eligible campus bad boy bachelors who are ready to defy Jungkook's conservative father’s wishes and take him to the White Day Festival. He supposes he's more upset about the first part, but hasn't fully gotten over the second half either. So, to fix the problem (the first one, that is) there was only one solution: he needed a part time job. He'd taken up the job at the McDonald's drive thru on the outskirts of Silim-dong with the intentions of it being a temporary thing. It's only three bus stops away from the main campus situated in central Gwanawk and doing night shifts means he's never late for a lecture. It is a welcome plus that at the end of the shift all the food that's been laying on the conveyor belt for more than 12 hours is up for dibs. And he gets the first selection of the apple pies before the lunch time workers come in.
So yeah, it's not all that bad. He has some kind of income and a job that doesn't interfere with his school life or social life too much. Well, not that he has much of a social life, but if he wanted one then there's still room for it somewhere between preparing for his third year art exhibition, McDonalds, and crashing over at Taehyung's to play OverWatch.
In fact, if he really wanted one, Jungkook could even, maybe, find himself a boyfriend--
"Jungkook, would you stop that." Jimin hisses, one hand clutching the little shaking cup of straws dramatically, the other reaching around the wall separating them to whack him on the thigh. He hadn't even noticed he'd been bouncing his leg.
"Sorry." Jungkook grumbles.
Jimin clicks his tongue dramatically. "You almost destroyed my masterpiece." He proudly gestures to the construction he's made out of straws and sauce packets.
"It's a great pyramid, Jimin-hyung." Jimin leans over to whack him again, " Hey!"
"It's the Eiffel Tower!" Jimin snaps, "obviously. "
"Obviously." Jungkook snorts and ducks his head to go back to his sketchbook. He's taken to drawing in between customers. There's fewer staff at this time of night and the managers don’t really bother themselves anymore with what Jungkook and Jimin are up to. Also, Jimin is a total teacher’s pet so Jungkook always feels like he gets a free pass whenever they're on shift together. Jimin's worked there as long as Jungkook has and talks about the "outside world" like somebody who's seen Train to Busan one too many times.
"What are you drawing, anyways?" Jimin pokes his nose over the little wall and Jungkook snaps the notebook shut, clutching it close to his chest.
"Nothing." He says a little too quickly, wincing at the knowing smirk on his friend’s face.
" Oooh," Jimin wags his eyebrows, trying to pry a finger underneath the book, "what are you hiding, hm? Is it porn?"
"No!" Jungkook flushes. "Of course I'm not drawing porn."
"I mean, I wouldn't blame you if you were." Jimin whistles low. "What kind of porn is it? Hentai? Tentacle? Feet?"
" Why are all of your suggestions super weird?"
"For a start, don't kink shame," Jimin flicks in between his eyebrows.
" You were the one who said-- "
"Second of all, we all know what happened to your computer--"
"For the last fucking time, I didn't get the virus from watching tentacle porn --"
"Look, if it wasn't something dodgy you'd let me see. Jungkook-ahhh, let your hyung seee." Jimin pouts.
He makes little kissy sounds as he tries to pry the notebook away making Jungkook squirm away even further. Jimin just propells his body over the little wall and makes grabby hands. Jungkook licks the side of the notebook's spine and Jimin just raises his eyebrows.
"Oh really, you want to play that game?" He snorts, hands reaching out for Jungkook’s sides making him yelp.
Jimin scooches closer and licks Jungkook's face.
" Ew, what the fuck, man!"
Jungkook drops the notebook to wipe his face and Jimin claps in glee as he dives down to retrieve it, narrowly avoiding Jungkook's elbow. It's futile. Jimin has the notebook in his little paws and flicks through excitedly.
Jungkook groans, sinking lower and lower into his seat as Jimin's face slowly slips from glee into horror.
"Oh." Jimin says.
"Don't say it. " Jungkook groans.
"Oh, Jungkook-ah, " Jimin sighs, looking up at him, "this is sad. "
"Jimin- hyung ." He whines.
"Kook-ah, I love you, I really do, but oh my god. " Jimin turns the notebook around, as if he really needs a visual guide to illustrate how tragic Jungkook is, "is this really all of Car Door Guy?"
Jungkook nibbles at the sleeve of his sweatshirt.
"Look," he tries but Jimin sighs dramatically.
" Kook, Jungkook. "
"Don't look at me like that! He's- he's my muse. "
"You don't even know his name!"
"Muses don't need names," Jungkook stresses, "he's just-- he's inspired me ."
"Muses might not have names, but future husbands do. " Jimin shoves the notebook in Jungkook's face, who cringes away. "You've literally written ‘Jungkook + Car Door Guy ’. You know that's not his name, right?"
" Jimin-ah, stoooop."
"Hello, Jungkook-ah, it's nice to finally meet you properly. Please, call me Car, Door-Guy was my fathers name-- "
"Look," Jungkook snatches the notebook away and cradles it against his chest, "Can't you, just, give a guy a break? Okay?"
"No, absolutely not," Jimin deadpans. "This crush has gone on far enough, it's getting weird. At first it was kind of cute, because you're cute, and that means you get away with most traits that would normally have me googling online quizzes for sociopaths.”
"Thanks, I guess."
"But this is just tragic, how long has this been? How many months of pining?"
"Not that many..." He grumbles.
" Jungkook-ah," Jimin says knowingly.
"Maybe, like, 5 months. Give or take." He mumbles around his sleeve.
Jimin pinches the bridge of his nose. "Look, Kook. This has gone far enough, you are literally drawing the guy. Please, I'm begging you, either ask the man out or at least stop naming your Stardew Valley chickens after names of your future children."
Jungkook eyes grow wide in panic. "How did you know about that?"
"I didn't, I'm just disappointed that I know you that well."
Jungkook goes to smack Jimin's head but he blocks him, huffs, and turns back to his little tower construction. Jungkook curses Jimin's blackbelt skills and slumps back into his chair.
The thing is, Jimin's got a point. Car Door Guy has been Jungkook's boyfriend for almost 5 months now, he just doesn't know it yet. Or, Jungkook has fabricated a beautiful, loving relationship with the man who comes through the drive thru every morning for his 5am coffee and sausage and egg McMuffins on Friday. He just ticks all of the boxes for what Jungkook looks for in a potential boyfriend. For a start, he owns a car, which is just cool. Secondly, he's beautiful. Even bathed in the cheap amber overhead lights that crown his head with a golden halo. He always takes his food with a smile far too bright and familiar for a 5am McDonalds drive thru, smelling of mint aftershave, hair tousled in a way that seems to say "I want you to think I just woke up like this, but I didn't actually." He has that movie star look to him, and most importantly, he knows the McDonald's breakfast menu by heart and can eat a fuck ton, which is just really super fucking hot. He comes the same time every morning, 5am on the dot, and orders something off the breakfast menu and a Vanilla iced coffee, no matter the season. Which Jungkook also respects because their iced coffee tastes like shit, so he knows this dude is mentally strong as well.
In Jungkook's head, Car Door Guy is maybe some kind of stockbroker, or maybe a lawyer. Or something that his mother would approve of so when they come home together for winter break she'll let him sleep in Jungkook's bunk bed because she thinks he's sensible and has good intentions for her son. Car Door Guy will be polite at dinner but also challenge his father’s quick-witted opinions on local sport. Help with the dishes and challenge his little brother to Mario Karts and let him win with a smirk and wink sent Jungkook's way. And then, Car Door Guy would take Jungkook up to his old childhood room, eye his Pokemon plushies with a fond but teasing smirk before he'd throw Jungkook down onto the bottom bunk, tease his hands through his long hair and start sucking on his neck, gently--
Okay, okay! He's in a little deep. There's just something so comfortable and convenient about fantasising about someone who will always be at arm's length. There's literally nothing committing Jungkook to ever act on his feelings, in fact there's probably some policy in that binder that sits in the office that tells him the exact opposite, so Jungkook can fall in love with Car Door Guy from afar. So called as a nickname amongst the drive thru staff, for being just that hot, really.
And yeah, okay, maybe it's a little weird that Jungkook's started doodling him in his spare time, but he's just so beautiful. With full lips and pretty wide eyes, sometimes he'll come up to the little ordering window and hum with his thumb pressed around those lips, so plump and flush that when he pulls his thumb back they bounce and Jungkook would have to blink a few times to get the slow motion image out of his head.
He doesn't mean to draw him so much, he just ends up settling into his seat with his phone’s Capture Lecture on Human Anatomy module open, taking into account his new knowledge on how to recreate movement, proportioning focal points of human features, and before he knows it every subject he draws turns into him. Jungkook feels like a creep, a love sick little weirdo.
But he can't bring himself to care, really. He can't remember the last time he was this inspired to draw, as studying art had slowly drained the passion out of him in typical school fashion. And this dude with his fancy looking car has just taken the embers of Jungkook's passion and blown across them, igniting a newfound love for the specific genre of art found between the crease of his brows and the plush of his lips.
The monitor in front of them suddenly springs to life, detailing an order for a car about to come through. It pings on the screens behind them and the kitchen staff begin to call out the detailings of the order. Jungkook stretches and casually pokes his head around the window, nosey to see who's ordering. His eyes go wide when he sees the fancy car.
"Oh my god, that's his car, that's his car . He's earlier than normal, why is he early? " Jungkook chucks the notebook behind his chair, straightens out his uniform and decides, last minute, to ditch the hat as well. He doesn't have a mirror so he relies on the steel metal desk instead, roughing up his bun to make it look a little more effortless but also like he's thought about his appearance. He considers pulling his hair free but he's just got his undercut redone and he thinks he looks kind of cool, not too cool. Just, cool enough. He scrambles for his lip gloss in his apron pocket and quickly runs it over, smacks his lips together.
Jimin looks at him like he's grown two heads. "You know this is literally a McDonald's drive thru, right? You're not on a date. He's not obligated to turn up the exact same time each morning."
"How do I look?" Jungkook urges.
"Like Lee Gon from The King: Eternal Monarch, " Jimin deadpans.
Jungkook preens. "Really?"
" No, of course not, you dick. You're a grubby 20-something working a night shift at McDonald's, obviously not ." Jimin rolls his eyes. "As if I'd ever compare you to Lee Minho, god. If anybody is close to Lee Gon it's the dude in the Benz." He clicks his tongue and grins. "Man, he has that movie star look to him, doesn't he? I bet he's an actor or something, maybe a perfume model. He's way too good for you."
"Thanks Jimin-ah," he grumbles. "I really appreciate these special moments between us, you know? They do wonders for my confidence."
"Don't look now, Jo Yeong, but he's almost at your window." Jimin tilts his head and Jungkook pokes his nose around the edge of his window and, shit, Jimin's right.
Jungkook takes a deep breath and wipes his clammy hands on his apron. God, he's so sweaty. What should he say? Hi, here's your order!-- No, no. He said that last time, what if he thinks he's repeating himself? He has about 30 seconds to make an impression. God, it's such a pressure. Normally Jungkook has a bit longer to prepare himself, but for some reason Car Door Guy has decided to rock up early at the unprecedented time of 4:25am. Jungkook almost feels annoyed , it's like they have this arrangement and he's decided to shake it up without giving him the heads up. What if Jungkook was peeing? They would've missed each other. Men, honestly.
Then he remembers that they're not actually dating, that Car Door guy does not give Jungkook personally a second thought past maybe noticing how he always smuggles extra garlic mayo for him and has to be the one to break it to him when the ice coolers are broken.
" Ah, Jungkook-ssi" Car Door Guy chirps happily, blackout windows slowly sliding down to reveal a vibrant smile, black rimmed glass and those pretty, plump lips. "How've you been?"
Jungkook's brain short circuits. Holy shit, holy shit.
"You know my name." He breathes. He hears Jimin facepalm.
"Of course I do," Car Door Guy's face pinches together and he reaches out one well manicured finger to poke at Jungkook's name badge. "It says so, right here."
Jungkook thinks he might explode. Car Door Guy just touched him, he touched him. He hadn't actually been aware of how far he was leaning out of the window until suddenly he feels himself lose balance, squawks, and flounders, all balance lost.
" Woah, woah, there Repunzel. Be careful." Car Door Guy's arms reach back out of the car quickly to steady him and for one moment Jungkook is falling directly into his embrace until he feels Jimin's hands dig into the back of his sweatshirt and pull him up.
He stumbles backwards, feeling slightly winded from where the windowsill dug into his window pipe. He gasps for breaths for a few seconds, whilst Jimin stares at him like he's insane mouthing "what the fuck is wrong with you?"
"I am, so sorry. " Jungkook gasps, "I-- dude, I'm so sorry."
"Yah, is it very professional to call your customers ‘ dude’ ." Car Door Guy chuckles.
"Sorry, shit, you're right." Jungkook's eyes blow wide, "wait, not shit, fuck oh no-- frick, god. Sir, I am so sorry."
"Sir? Well I haven't been called that in awhile." Car Door Guy throws his head back and laughs as if he didn’t just tell a sex joke and Jungkook thinks he might melt into the floor.
"Sir, this is a McDonald's Drive Thru. " Jimin jolts his head out of his own window, and raises his eyebrows. But Jungkook knows it's really all aimed at him.
"Sorry, sorry, I'll behave." He waves Jimin off, who slinks away looking suspicious.
He even does the "I'm watching you" motion to Jungkook, followed by the finger-in-hole motion. Jungkook blinks at him. Jimin is a weirdo.
"I'm Seokjin, by the way. Or hyung, it seems only fair. I feel like I see you more than I see my flatmates. Ah, isn't it a bad sign when you recognize the fast food staff, and they recognise you? Perhaps I should go to a different McDonald's."
"No, no, don't do that." Jungkook says a little frantically, feels a little bit like he's about to be broken up with, and quickly clears his throat. Tries to drop his voice an octave. "Right, sure. It's nice to be acquainted, Seokjin-hyung.” Jungkook swallows around his name.
"Yah? Why so formal now? I'm just here for my food."
"Right, of course." Jungkook turns quickly to retrieve the food waiting on the counter, completely forgetting about the actual job part of his job after experiencing perhaps the most intense and erotic 3 minutes of his young life. He packs all the items into the paper bag.
"Wow, this is a lot of food." Jungkook says and then realises how rude that sounds. "I'm sorry."
Seokjin just grins, wrinkling up his nose. "It's because I'm a pig! Oink, oink!" He wiggles his nose some more, flutters his ridiculously long eyelashes and barks out another laugh.
"Uh-huh." Jungkook breaths, totally mesmerized. I'm going to marry you, Car Door Guy, Seokjin.
"I know someone who'd like to stuff you like one, too." Jimin grumbles and Jungkook's eyes grow wide, he quickly kicks at the little wall so it collapses into Jimin, who wobbles off his stall with a little yelp.
"What was that?" Seokjin blinks.
"Nothing!" Jungkook says quickly, "uh, that'll be [calculate amount]."
Seokjin taps his card against the machine and retrieves his food. His hands brush Jungkook's knuckles, and if he notices they're sweaty he's kind enough not to mention it.
"Thank you, Jungkook-ssi! I'll hopefully see you again soon." Seokjin beams, and goes to start his car. Jungkook panics.
"You're early!" He calls out, like an idiot, and cringes.
Seokjin blinks at him. "Huh?"
"Ah, I mean," he ducks his head and pulls at the sleeves of his sweater anxiously, "you're normally here at like, 5ish. So, uh, this is early for you."
"Huh, I never thought anyone would notice me enough to take note of when I come through a drive thru." Jungkook flushes and Seokjin giggles to himself, "but you're right. I'm actually heading to the library earlier than usual because I promised I'd do a, uh, favour for a friend so I have to cram my studying in a bit earlier."
"You're a student?" Jungkook perks up.
"Medicine." Seokjin nods and oh, Jungkook's mum would for sure approve of that. Which explains some of the crazy times Seokjin rocks up to the McDonalds, and the casual but stylish attire, maybe the suits when he has to give presentations. God, Seokjin's going to make a great father to their future children.
"That's so cool." He says instead.
"Ah, that's one way of putting it."
"Is that at Seoul National?" Jungkook asks quickly.
Seokjin nods and Jungkook preens. "I go there too! Well, kinda."
"Really? That's cool, Kook-ah!" Jungkook thinks he might burst at the sound of his nickname. "Maybe I'll see you around?"
"Yeah," Jungkook manages to splutter. "Maybe."
Seokjin salutes with two fingers against his forehead, smiles, and then finally drives off.
This was the best date of his life.
"That wasn't a date." Jimin takes a handful of sauce packets from his crumbled tower and lobs them at Jungkook. He didn’t even realise he'd said that out-loud.
"He knows my name. " Jungkook gasps dreamily.
"You need to get out more." Jimin grumbles. "Experience the outside world, go beyond the wall. Maybe you should let me set you up. My boyfriend, Hoseokie-hyung, knows this really hot guy from his biology class he keeps talking about -- " Jungkook tunes him out and instead doodles dreamily into his notebook.
The only problem with Jungkook's nighttime job is that he's really fucking tired for his 9.00am's.
He feels like death.
"You look like death." Taehyung greets.
Jungkook grunts in acknowledgment as he collapses into the stool next to him. Taehyung is wearing beige trousers accompanied by a green sweater vest, a burie hat and ugly shoes. He doesn’t even have it on properly. And he somehow still looks good. Jungkook is wearing grey sweats, doc marten sandals and a black oversized hoodie. He's pulled his hair back into a messy bun and toys with a loose strand self-consciously.
Taehyung adjusts his glasses and looks at him judgmentally. "You should dress like the art you wish to express."
"You literally turned up to a lecture in your pyjamas the other day."
"I wanted to express exhaustion, the sacrifices we have to make for our art, endurance, dedication. What it truly means to be an artist."
"You overslept from playing World of WarCraft."
"God, you're grumpy when you're tired." Taehyung huffs and kicks at Jungkook's chair leg. "Stop with all these bad vibes."
"Me? You're the one trying to fight." Jungkook retrieves one of the paint brushes sitting in a jar and flicks water at him.
Taehyung looks at him, brows set in a way that says "this means war" and goes to grab the actual paint before Yoongi rushes over and sticks an arm between them.
" Hey!” He hisses, flicking both of them on the head. "Stop goofing around!"
"But he started it," Jungkook whines, jutting out his bottom lip just like Jimin taught him. " Yoongi-hyung. "
"Don't believe those bambi eyes, hyung. Jungkook is a gremlin. You should see his internet history." And Jungkook tries to dive over Yoongi's arm to tackle Taehyung.
" Oi!" Yoongi hisses, pinching both of their ears and dragging them to the centre of their stalls. " God. Teach university art students they said, you're far too educated to teach preschoolers finger painting for your placement year, they said. " Yoongi crosses his arms. "I did not study a Masters in Joseon Art Archaeology to have to babysit two toddlers in a third year advanced anatomy study class. "
"I thought you studied it so you could make your gay fan fiction about kings more accurate-- ow stop hitting me hyung! "
Jungkook tuts and turns away from Taehyung as Yoongi attacks him with the back of a paint brush, drawing his attention to his notes from the last workshop. When Yoongi feels like Taehyung has suffered enough, he struts to the front of the class with a satisfied grin.
"So," Yoongi begins, "Professor Heeyoung isn't well today, so I'll be leading the workshop in her absence. I know it isn't customary for teaching assistants to lead seminars, but I've studied anatomy intensely so I hope I can be of some use." He bows slightly and Taehyung snorts.
"Yeah, I bet he has." Taehyung spreads his legs a little and jiggles his knees, tongue poking the side of his cheek. Jungkook scrunches his nose and shoves him.
"Stop being gross. Yoongi-hyung is in a happy relationship with Namjoon-hyung. He's not going to sleep with you."
"Bold of you to assume that I don't want to sleep with Namjoon-hyung as well." Taehyung tuts and Jungkook rolls his eyes.
"So, I know you guys have been studying facial expression, but Heeyoung-sunbaenim left in her notes for me that she'd like you to apply the knowledge you've gained from expressing emotion through facial features, into body language." Yoongi claps his hands together, "So! An old friend of mine has politely, and willingly, agreed to be a live model for us! Since he owes me, and I can still call the police if I wanted to ." Yoongi directs his words towards the door, where someone sighs loudly. "Anyways! He will pose in the middle and I have some fruit to tastefully cover some of the parts he's less willing to share with us." Yoongi dumps out a grocery bag full of fruit, making everyone laugh lightly.
" Yoongi-yah! " A startling familiar voice calls out, "did you really only get me a fucking banana and some grapes??"
"You're right, they're too big. I should’ve gone with something smaller, like a pickled cucumber."
The mysterious guest stomps into the room, dressed in nothing but a sheer looking, daffodil dressing gown with pretty embroidery detail. He clings to it for dear life, broad shoulders, perfect hair and plump pink lips.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
"And what's with this skimpy little thing, huh?!? And why is it yellow, everyone knows my colour is pink ."
"It's all I had ."
"You expect me to believe all you and Namjoon have lying around the house is this and not a fucking proper dressing down ?" Seokjin, Seokjin-hyung, oh dear god, Car Door Guy, huffs. And then considers. "Actually, no, I believe it."
Yoongi kicks his shin and Seokjin flaps his arms. Jungkook sinks as low as he can into his seat and wishes for the ground to swallow him whole.
"Anyways, Seokjin-ssi will be our live model for today. I want you guys to focus on trying to depict emotion through body language, so do with him as you wish! You have the full 2 hours to see what you can get done. I suggest doing some sketches, maybe some watercolour if you feel like you have time, and then using your sketches to build on something for the next workshop. If you can connect your artwork to the outside reading then I'm sure Heeyoung-sunbaenim will be even more impressed."
"I have to leave." Jungkook decides, trying to pick his rucksack up with his foot so he doesn't have to bend over his easel and expose himself. "I have to change degrees."
" What are you talking about?" Taehyung hisses.
"That's-- that’s him! "
"That's-- Car Door Guy. " Jungkook whispers back, using the easels as covers. Taehyung's eyes go wide.
"What? Of course he's real. "
"I thought maybe you'd just named your gay urges that as a way of trying to embrace them, like a coping mechanism that your therapist taught you."
"Why would you think that?!?"
Taehyung gives him a look.
"Don't answer that, just-- just cover me ."
"No way, Kook-ah. You can't sneak out now, why would you want to hide?" Taehyung huffs, and then grins. "Wait."
"Taehyung!" Jungkook warns.
"Oh my god, this is so embarrassing for you. You're-- you find him hot ."
"Of course I do, he's the love of my young life and this is torture ."
"But you find him hot, hot ."
"I don't! I'm just... I'm just worried about it, okay?" Jungkook whispers a little desperately, trying not to whine.
"Nah, nah, if I have to suffer through the thought of Yoongi or Namjoon in that babydoll, then you're going to suffer with me."
" Taehyung-hyung, " Jungkook does whine this time, but his attention is drawn away with the sound of a little thud.
Seokjin stands in the centre of the room, and the babydoll lies on the floor in a delicate pile of lace and silk. Yoongi looks like he's trying to swallow his laughter as Seokjin swats at him, scowling, with a flush that roots in his chest and flowers on his cheeks. In Yoongi's defense, he's done a great job at arranging the fruit so you can't see anything, but the problem is Jungkook is an artist. He has a very active imagination and his fucking drive thru crush is standing in front of him butt naked.
And the worst part is, Seokjin is even fucking hotter naked than he is reaching out of his car door. Jungkook's slightly sad he didn't get to enjoy the middle ground of seeing Seokjin out of his car fully clothed, because then maybe he could feel more prepared than he does right now, staring at his pretty pink nipples.
There are two wolves inside of him. One is admiring the aesthetic of Seokjin's body: the broad slope of his shoulders, the way muscles move like pillows under silky bed sheets as he stretches, his pretty dewy skin slinking over tight abdominal muscles. Not a six pack, but Jungkook's never given a shit about stuff like that. A little tummy that looks like it would feel soft if Jungkook could sink his teeth into it. He knows what peachy pink colour he wants to mix to highlight the bridge of his nose that matches the tips of his fingers.
The other wolf is going: bark!!!! bark!!! I want to stick my dick in his mouth or some weird shit like lick his elbow because fuck, fuck he's so fucking hot.
There are two wolves inside of him. Jungkook is gay.
"This can't be happening." he thumps his head against the canvas, "we only just finally exchanged names."
"You're so dramatic." Taehyung tuts, "just stop being a drama queen and get drawing."
Jungkook grumbles into his canvas and peels his face away, cringes at the little dribble mark he's left. One of the girls to his right, Sooyoung, gives him a weird look.
Jungkook takes a deep breath, okay, he can do this.
See, another problem is: Jungkook is 23, in his final year of an incredibly prestigious and intensive art course and, and he doesn't get around much. Or, like, at all. And he's maybe been having a bit of a, uh, dry spell, because he hasn't really had much personal time.
Delicacy aside: Jungkook hasn't jerked off in awhile because he doesn't really have that much time. And he knows he's a particularly horny person, according to the quiz he took the other day, so this is absolute torture. He's been making a special effort to try and not think about Seokjin, because he's technically just a super hot stranger who "flirts" (Jimin's words, not his) with him at the drive thru and not actually someone Jungkook should be rubbing one off too.
That's all out the window, however, as Seokjin arches his back and leans against the chair’s back, his toned thighs caging the wood and the little nest of fruit covering his-- yeah.
Jungkook stares at the fruit and tries not to think about him sitting at the bottom of the chair, gently nibbling at the bunch of grapes until his tongue jolts out and grazes- oh dear fucking god he's thinking about it.
This is punishment for peeing on the carpet when I was 9 and blaming the dog, Jungkook thinks, it has to be .
He gulps and shifts on his own stool and feels his mouth go dry as Seokjin reaches between his legs, plucks a grape and then sucks it into his mouth.
Jungkook is only mortal, unlike Seokjin, and his dick sturs in interest and he wants to die. There is absolutely nothing that can stop him from getting hard, nothing to cover or hide behind. Yoongi will just have to walk behind him to check his canvas and it’s game over.
He tries to press his palm discreetly into his crotch to calm his already half hard dick down, and bites the whine down between his teeth. He can do this, he's an honours student with a grade average of 86, top three in his cohort and currently front spotter for getting a place in this year’s Exhibition for Seoul University Art Museum. He can absolutely paint a naked person without objectifying them, of course he can.
If it wasn't literally his wet and domestic dream rolled into one.
Jungkook can feel himself panicking slightly, and decides the best way forward is to throw himself into his work. Jungkook is known for being creative with his artwork, normally mixing techniques that clash. Like charcoal sketching and drip paint colour, always wanting to depict the difference between mind over matter. He should be a master at figuring out ways to depict emotion through body alone.
So he tries, still slumped as low in his seat as he possibly can go in fear of Seokjin spotting him, and tries to think of Seokjin as a combination of body limbs that just happens to create a person. It's not really working because he's hard and, god forbid, somehow getting harder and his sweats do nothing to hide that face. He feels a little desperate for some friction, so he shoves his left hand into his hoodie pocket and gives himself a cautious, attentive squeeze, angling his canvas so he's blocked from Sooyoung. Poor Sooyoung doesn't deserve this, nobody deserves this.
Jungkook is not going to get off in his art class, he has morals. He's just going to keep praying to whatever god out there is listening that his boner will go down and that Seokjin might decide now is a great time to ditch his apparent habit of sucking on his fingers when he's bored. Because it's driving him mad.
The other pressure is that Jungkook wants to draw something that might impress Seokjin, he wants him to like him and this could be his one chance to see him outside of a car door. So Jungkook focuses on the movement of his shoulders as he stretches, he wants to convey lethargic, the kind of feeling when you're all loose and pilent and unsuspecting, not waiting for anything, just being .
Like post orgasm, his brain unhelpfully supplies and he wants to beat himself up. He focuses on the thin curves of Seokjin's little waist and he realises, belatedly, he's drawing Seokjin spread out on the sheets. His fingers almost move by themselves as he goes to sketch the pleats of the sheets benief him, he really hates himself.
The problem comes when Jungkook realises that he's drawn most of Seokjin's torso, even gone back to paint the pink of his lips and fingertips because he can't help himself, and there's a big blank bit where Seokjin's dick is supposed to be. His hand freezes, unsure of what to do. He draws a quick square and writes the words PILLOW over it, but it doesn't feel right. The whole point of this is it’s for Jungkook's benefit, right? He doesn't have to show anyone if he doesn't want to, and he shouldn't be afraid of human nudity. Besides, it's not actually Seokjin, of course, just... strikingly similar.
Jungkook shakes out his hand, cringes a little as his dick jostles and slaps his inner thigh. He's still hard, very hard, and his brain is having trouble powering through the horny fog to make some sensible decisions. But he's sure he can draw a dick tastefully, realistically and modestly. So it's not the focal point of the photo.
"How's it going Kook-- holy fuck what are you doing??? " Taehyung stares at his drawing, jaw slack and Jungkook panics.
"What? What! I'm painting the sensation of lethargic."
Taehyung's jaw hangs wide open as he stares at Jungkook's canvas.
"What, what?" Jungkook hisses, anxious.
"Wha-- why is his dick so big?"
"It's not that big!" Jungkook snaps deffensively.
Taehyung side eyes him, mouth still open. "I can't stop looking at it."
"Stop that!" Jungkook hisses.
"How horny are you ?" Taehyung blinks, "I think I'm horny now too."
Taehyung's already began painting his, balancing his paint water and palette on the small stall between them. Jungkook inhales through his nose.
"It is not that bad."
"You're right, it's not that bad." Taehyung nods, "It's perfectly phallic and really hot, you've done a good job. He looks like he's getting fucked and has a super big dick."
Jungkook groans, and goes to slap Taehyung's shoulder. What he doesn't calculate is how close his inner thigh is to the stall, and, unfortunately his straining dick. As he goes to slap him he jostles the water and paint palette, his god forsaken boner nudging the water flying and sending the palette with it. Ther water splashes across Taehyung's painting and the palette flicks paint across the middle, it's totally destroyed.
Jungkook stares. He just fucked Taehyung's painting, with his hard dick.
This is the worst day of his life.
" Jungkook-ah!" Taehyung cries in disbelief, gaping between him and the painting. Jungkook scrambles to dab at the water which, of course, just makes it worse.
"Tae- Tae-hyung," Jungkook pleads, feeling tears sprang to his eyes, "I am so sorry. "
"How did you- what?" Taehyung flounders confused and then his eyes land on Jungkook's crotch, then to his face. Jungkook grimances. "Kook-ah, come on ."
"I'm sorry, hyung, don't be mad I'm sorry. "
"What the hell are you two doing now ?" Yoongi sighs exasperatedly as he walks over and Jungkook tries to fling himself over his painting, to save the last bit of his dignity, but he puts to much force into it and ends up stumbling fully into the canvas, the easel snapping and he falls forward with a dramatic scraping sound.
He groans, because ow, and when he looks up he finds himself at the feet of Seokjin. Who stares down at him bewilderedly.
" Jungkook-ah? " He says.
"Hey," Jungkook groans awkwardly, "Fancy seeing you here?"
Seokjin blinks at him, "Are- holy shit, are you okay?"
" Jungkook!" Yoongi skids down to his side trying to help him to his feet, "Shit, are you okay, Kook-ah? Okay, uh. Class dismissed, everyone give him some space." The class around him hesitates, unsure until Yoongi confirms he's okay but could probably do with some room. Then they begin to back away slowly.
Jungkook sniffs, feeling stupid pathetic and incredibly embarressed. He feels a hand on his back and gentle hushing which he realises is, humiliatingly, Seokjin.
God, if Seokjin didn't think he was a loser already he will do now. Jungkook groans as Yoongi tries to pull him to his feet, trying to clumsily keep his canvas pressed to his chest.
"Kook-ah, are you hurt? Come on, get up for me I need to check for bruises."
Jungkook whines, embarrassed, and Seokjin soothes him again because he probably thinks it's out of pain. God, this is the worst.
"Come on, let's get you up." Jungkook hangs his head in shame, and feels panic rise as the canvas slips from his hands and clatters to the floor.
And everyone stares at his painting of Seokjin. All pretty, pink with a massive dick.
"Uh." Yoongi says.
"Oh." Seokjin says.
Jungkook slinks back down to his knees, buries the palms of his hands into his eyes and resists the urge to scream.
Yoongi decides the best way to approach the situation is to usher the rest of the class out the doors and address Taehyung and Jungkook privately. He just wishes Seokjin wasn't still here, with that silly little yellow dressing gown on, looking somewhere between concerned and totally out of his depth as he begins to eat the fruit, currently taking massive bites out of the banana . He keeps side eyeing the painting, which sits in between Taehyung and Jungkook proudly like court evidence.
"Okay," Yoongi says slowly, still staring at the painting. "Does someone want to explain what's going on."
"I ruined Taehyung-ah's painting, by accident." Jungkook gulps, "so he doesn't have any reference work for the assignment and it's my fault."
"You didn't mean too, Kook-ah." Taehyung sighs, slapping a hand on Jungkook's shoulder and squeezing. "Just give me a print of that painting and we'll call it even."
"Don't yell at me hyung, my painting got destroyed. I'm emotionally fragile." Taehyung huffs.
"Okay, so this-- painting--" Yoongi gestures at the art work, trying not to make eye contact with anyone, Seokjin tries to muffle his giggling with a cough, "it’s Jungkook’s, correct?"
"I didn't mean for anyone to see it." Jungkook jumps to explain, "I-I-it's suppose to to be lethargic --"
"You're not in trouble, Kook-ah." Yoongi soothes, "I'm just trying to work out what's happened here. Like we've said before, sex and sexual expression are perfectly alright in this class. And Seokjin-hyung knew what he was signing up for."
"You gave me such a massive dick, " Seokjin says in awe around a mouthful of grapes, "why is it so big?"
"I don't know," Jungkook panics, "isn't everyone's that big?"
Everyone slowly turns to look at him and Jungkook flushes deeper. "I didn't mean it like that."
"Look, neither of you are in trouble. Taehyung-ah, I'll send an email to Professor and get you an extension on your work, it seems like this was just an accident. But please, stop working each other up in class so much."
"I'm not sure it was me Jungkook was getting worked up over." Taehyung snorts and Jungkook picks up the disregarded paint palette to smack him with, but Yoongi gets up again and quickly snatches it out of his grasp.
"Okay! I think we're done here, uh." Yoongi's gaze falls awkwardly on the painting again. Jungkook feels incredibly sweaty. "Good work, Kook-ah. You've really captured what I personally would call fucked out bliss."
" It's lethargic."
"I'm just telling you what I as a consumer see." Yoongi soothes. Jungkook can't make up his mind if he's going to throw up or not, but he feels like it might be an appropriate reaction.
"I think you did a great job of catching my likeness." Seokjin says and Yoongi sighs loudly. He begins to giggle and Jungkook can't work out if he's being laughed at, or laughed with, but either way it makes his stomach curl in shame.
"Well, this has been great. Thank you so much for the pointers, Yoongi-hyung."
"I wasn't giving you pointers, this was literally the adult version of detention."
" But, me and Taehyung-hyung have to get going now, I need to," Jungkook stalls, "wash... my... hamster?"
"But you don't have a hamster--"
"That's clean! You're so right, Taehyung-hyung, because he's dirty. Lets go, right now. " Jungkook grits out and then begins to manhandle Taehyung towards the door. He hears Yoongi and Seokjin, oh-- god, call out after him but Jungkook is resigned to his fate.
He literally drags Taehyung out the building and towards the general direction of a coffee shop. Where he sobs, openly, into an autumnal themed drink whilst Taehyung stares at him like he's got two heads.
"Oh, Gukkie, hey, hey. " Taehyung pouts, trying to sooth him, "don't cry, it really wasn't that bad."
Jungkook sniffs. "Really?"
"Yeah, I mean if Yoongi or Namjoon drew me like that I would know they wanted me to rail them and- oh god that wasn't the right thing to say, was it?"
Jungkook hiccups around a few more crocodile tears.
He tries his best to recover from that particular sequence of events. He spends most of the time mourning his lost relationship with Seokjin, the one that never was, and when he catches himself accidentally doodling those same pillowy lips in the margin of his notebooks he tears the page away and crumbles it up dramatically.
He goes to work a few days later, slumped down in his little seat and flicking a packet of sugar around a makeshift goal made out of straws.
Jimin watches him like he's a weirdo. "No notebook then?" He asks cautiously.
"Nope." Jungkook says back, "I've moved on."
"Moved on from your literal art degree, or moved on from Car Door Guy?"
" Seokjin " Jungkook corrects him, a little longingly, "I've fucked it."
"How could you have possibly fucked it." Jimin asks and Jungkook huffs, feeling sorry for himself and goes back to flicking around his little packet of sugar.
The order board pings and Jimin slowly pokes his head out the window. "Well whatever lovers tiff you're going through with your imaginary boyfriend, you better get over it fast because he's pulling up. Next window."
Jungkook pings the sugar too hard and it shoots directly out of the window. He wastes no time, and starts trying to climb over the little wall.
"What the hell are you doing?" Jimin hisses.
"You have to hide me, you have to take this order. Switch windows with me." Jungkook begs.
" No. " Jimin squawks back, spluttering when Jungkook's hands connect with his face. "Get back you little weirdo and face your fears."
"I'd literally rather die, Jiminie-hyung no, please no --"
There's a little tap at his window and Jungkook freezes.
Seokjin is leaning out of his car window, watching the pair of them. He waves a little awkwardly.
Jungkook slowly puts Jimin down and recoils across the wall and slowly presses the intcom. "Welcome to Mcdonalds, your order will be with you shortly."
"Don't I even get a hello?" Seokjin asks, laughing a little shyly. "After all we've been through ?"
"If you're here to make fun of me, then you might as well keep driving and join the mile long queue of people wanting to do that." Jungkook pouts and Seokjin laughs fully.
"Nah, not here to make fun of you. I'm actually here to pick up my latte."
"Oh." Jungkook turns around to grab the drink and hands it over, looking pointedly away. "Here, it's hot. Ice machine broke."
"Of course." Seokjin nods, and Jungkook feels like he's on fire.
Seokjin places his hands on the wheel, taps them like he's thinking, hesitates and then sticks his head back out the window. "Hey, Jungkook-ah?"
"I have a question."
"Uh, okay I guess."
"Is it true you guys get to eat the food they're about to chuckout at the end of your shift?"
Jungkook blinks at him. "Uh, yeah?"
"Cool," Seokjin nods, "when's your shift over tonight?"
"I've got another 20 minutes."
"Doing anything after?"
Jungkook shakes his head.
"Okay, I'll be parked in the corner by the benches. Bring me an apple pie." And then Seokjin drives off.
Jungkook sticks his head back out a little frantically as he watches Seokjin park up in the corner, just as he said. Jungkook bounces on the balls of his feet, waiting for Seokjin to drive away. But he doesn't.
“Holy fuck,” Jimin whispers beside him, sounding as confused as Jungkook feels, “I think you’re in with a shot.” He spins towards Jungkook and reaches over the wall to grab him by the shoulders. “ Don’t fuck this up, Jungkook-ah. This is your one shot to marry rich and live out your fantasies as a freelance painter. You need this .”
Jungkook shakes him off and doesn’t answer. Instead he wiggles in his seat and waits for the minutes to tick by, watching the clock in front of him anxiously. Unsure if he wants time to slow down or speed up.
The clock hits 6am and Jungkook stands abruptly, so quickly that his chair falls down behind him. Jimin gives him a knowing look, doesn’t say anything but pats him hard on the shoulder and pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue as he walks out.
Jungkook hesitates at the little pileup of food that’s past its cycle. He doesn’t have to go and see Seokjin, he could just go home but apart of him wants closure for the whole situation.
So he shrugs on his jacket, shoves a few apple pies in his pockets and some fries. Takes one more deep breath and makes his way through the carpark.
He taps on Seokjin’s blackout windows gently. They roll down to reveal Seokjin leant over the passenger seat, eyes narrowed and lips pouted.
“Yah! Why are you standing outside with so little clothing? You’ll catch your death.” Jungkook blinks down at his outfit: his leggings, oversized white hoodie and denim jacket as Seokjin sighs dramatically. “ Come on! Get in .” The passenger door flings open and Jungkook scrambles inside, winces when he shuts the door with too hard.
Seokjin is wearing another pair of round rimmed glasses, a pink sweater bunched to his elbows and distressed jeans. Jungkook has to make a conscious decision to focus on the bridge of his nose and not at the exposed slab of thigh or directly into his eyes. But he can’t keep that up long before his eyes fall down to those pillowy lips again and oh they look even softer up close, he wants to bite. So instead he tries to take in the surroundings of the car, and that’s when he sits it. On the back seat, strapped down with a seatbelt.
His fucking dick painting, but framed.
“You framed it?” Jeonnguk gawks.
“Yah! Of course I did,” Seokjin huffs defensively, “it’s beautiful, and you forgot to take it with you! I wanted to get it framed for you, as a gift.” He mumbles the last part.
Jungkook blinks at him, and then at the painting, and then back to him. “I don’t want it, keep it.”
“Why would I have a portrait of myself with my dick out-- ”
“It’s not you! It’s just your likeness --”
“Look, Jungkook, I think you’re talented and-- and.” Seokjin takes a deep breath, scrunches his nose up cutely and pointedly turns to look out the window. “And when I said I’d do this class for Yoongi, as a favour I didn’t think anything would really come of it. But, like, you drew me really well and. And yeah, I wanted to tell you to your face that you're talented.”
Jungkook doesn’t know what to say so he shifts a little in his seat, mutters “Um, thank you. Seokjin-hyung.”
His rucksack sits in his lap and his fingers curl around the zip and he slowly pulls it back, digs out his notebook and holds it out to Seokjin. “Well, if you wanted to see yourself a little less, uh, ludly then. Here.”
Seokjin eyes up the notebook and carefully takes it from him. Jungkook doesn’t turn to watch him read it but he hears his breath hitch as he flicks through, the turning of pages. When he does brave a glance he sees the book balancing his lap, as he traces a close up of his lips with one hand and runs his thumb over his own lips with the other. Looking a little mesmerized.
“You’ve drawn me before? These are of me, right?”
Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut and nods.
“You draw me so… beautifully.” Seokjin breathes.
“You are beautiful.” Jungkook says without hesitation, and winces, “sorry, this is all so weird. I didn’t want things to be like this.”
“ Things to be like this, ” Seokjin scoffs, “you’re so dramatic, nothings happened! You just drew me with an abnormally large dick and then ran away. I actually, uh, drove over here to see if you wanted to hang out. Some other time.” Seokjin flushes and scratches at the back of his neck, “like a date or something. I, I liked the way you drew me, I like the way you watch me, the way you see me.” His tone darkens a little and his expression shifts to something that makes Jungkook feel all hot and sweaty again.
“The apple pies are getting cold!” Jungkook squeaks, “we should eat them!” He goes to grab the paper bag but Seokjin reaches out and stops him, his hand curled around his wrist.
“Kook-ah,” Seokjin says, using his nickname again that tone that makes him squirm, “tell me if I’m reading this wrong?”
Jungkook’s eyes trail across Seokjin’s arm and travel up until they land on his pillow lips, pursed, shining with wetness and he’s so desperate to taste them.
“No,” he gulps, “not- not reading this wrong.”
“You like me, right?”
“I- I enjoy drawing you.”
“You enjoy looking at me.” Seokjin smirks.
“It’s more than that,” he stammers, “it’’s-- you inspire me. You’re always so kind, at ass o’clock in the morning you’d smile and be polite, make dorky jokes, you just seemed to so lovely. ”
“Well, I think the same about you.” Seokjin shuffles closer, hands still curled around his wrists, and flutters his eyelashes teasingly. Jungkook’s throat feels dry.
“I just thought you were gorgeous. ”
“You’re cute,” Seokjin decides, he reaches out and tucks a stray strand of hair behind Jungkook’s ear and his hand lingers on Jungkook’s jaw. “So pretty, so talented, so sweet.”
“Stop.” Jungkook grumbles, squirming under the praise.
“Why?” Seokjin lips his licks, “you like it .”
“Hyung,” He squirms, “I need- I’m not the best at reading signals, I need direction .”
“I bet you do.” Seokjin wags his eyebrows, and it makes Jungkook feel a little better, a little less on edge, a little less like he might come in his pants just from being in close proximately to Seokjin and those fucking lips and then crying about it later.
“We’re, we’re about to makeout, right? That’s where this is going?”
“Do you want too?”
Jungkook nods frantically, scared he’ll just end up whining if he opens his mouth.
Seokjin’s thumb hooks on his lips and pulls down slightly, pressing the tip between his lips. Jungkook sucks gently, like a reflex.
Seokjin’s fingers tangle into the back of his hair and he drags his face forward, draws in himself and their lips finally meet, Seokjin drags his thumb down with the bottom of his lip and replaces it with his teeth, grazing lightly. The kiss is chaste, but heated, Jungkook already feels so on edge like there’s a fire in the pit of his stomach and the flames keep roaring, prickling his skin and the palms of his hand. He tries to cool them by gripping Seokjin’s waist, which spurs him on to crash their lips back together and deepen the kiss.
It’s all moving so fast, and he moans openly when he finally gets to graze his teeth against the pillowly plushness of his lips. Seokjin tastes of coffee and caramel, smells of fresh sheets and something citrus. Jungkook, a little worked up and a little desperate, dares to duck his mouth down and lick a stripe up the side of Seokjin’s neck, but down gently to see if his skin tastes and sweet as he smells. Seokjin gasps and bares his neck, his waist twisting in Jungkook’s palms and he can’t help but imagine him pinned beneath him, with pink lips bitten red and skin flushed peach, Jungkook’s hands circling his waist as he pounds into him.
The thought has Jungkook whining again and Seokjin hooks a long, manicured finger under his chin so they can kiss and he can swallow the sounds back down, Jungkook whimpering at the feel of their lips pressing back together.
“Climb into my lap,” Seokjin whispers between kisses, “I wanna hold you, get into my lap.”
Jungkook nods, still sucking on the bottom of his lip, and pulls back with a little popping sound. It’s not easy to manouver himself into Seokjin’s lap, almost kicks the gear stick into action with the heel of his docs, but Seokjin pushes his chair right back and it gives him enough room to perch there with his legs caging Seokjin’s waist and thighs.
Jungkook is hard, he’s been hard for awhile now. Feels like he’s been hard for almost 5 months and everything is moving so fast and so slowly at the sametime.
They keep kissing and he has to make a conscious effort not to drive his hips forward because he’s so hard and he just wants to grind down against Seokjin until he comes. Wants to chase his lips and the pleasure building up inside him forever, could spend forever chasing after Seokjin.
His grip is tight on Seokjin’s waist still, like he’s desperately trying to keep the energy in the palm of his hands so he doesn’t move, and Seokjin must notice because he pulls away and runs his own hands down Jungkook’s sides.
“Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin says, voice deep, “what are you doing baby, hm?” Seokjin’s hands circle his waist back, “you look like you're holding back.”
Jungkook feels himself flush hot, wiggling a little, “I-- I just. It’s embarrassing.”
“You little wound up, hm?” His hand rubs the small of his back, sneaking underneath his hoodie and Jungkook gasps. “Is this okay?”
Jungkook takes a raggid breath and nods, keeps his eyes screwed shut as Seokjin slowly guides him fowarded, pushes on the small of his back so he’s grinding against Seokjin’s crotch and he throws his head back. Biting a groan between his teeth that hisshes through his parted lips as Seokjin’s mouth works it’s way down his neck.
“There you go, JK,” Seokjin mutters against his skin, all puffy lips and sharp teeth, “take what you need from hyung, it’s okay. I like it as long as you like it.”
“ Hyung” he whines, high in his throat. He has to swallow down another groan as his hips begin to slide against Seokjin’s, finally getting some relief as his dick presses up against the soft fabric of his leggings and down against Seokjin’s own hard on. “ Fuck, fuck. ”
“That’s it, keep going.” Seokjin encourages, “tell me what you want.”
“Ah, you don’t-- hyung, you don’t think I’m easy do you?” Jungkook says between gasps, unable to stop the roll of his hips, “I like you, hyung. I don’t, this isn’t just about finding you hot.”
“Hey, hey. I know.” Seokjin soothes, “but I want you to feel good, I’ll take you on a fancy dinner date next week. But right now, I wanna make you come.”
“Oh my fucking god, you can’t just say that.”
“But I want too. ” Seokjin pouts, jutting out his bottom lip and without thinking Jungkook reaches down to press his thumb against it. Like Seokjin had done to him before.
Seokjin blinks a little in surprise and then he smirks, pushing his lips around it and taking his thumb into his mouth, sucking gently. Jungkook groans, throws his head back and grinds down quickly in little thrusts, almost like he’s bouncing. Seokjin’s neck is rosy red and his lips are now a deep read, he has long eyelashes that catch in the lights as car drives past and Jungkook thinks he might come, he could genuinely come in his leggings like a teenager.
Seokjin pops off his thumb, “Switch positions with me, I wanna suck you off.”
“Yeah, you like that?” Seokjin smooths his hands down Jungkook’s thighs, “Want hyung to get on his knees for you? Wrap his lips around your dick.”
Jungkook pants, eyes wide.
“Oh, I know baby, I know how much you like my lips.” He drags a finger down his own lips, teasingly, and then gently pushes Jungkook to his feet.
He has to bend over and let Seokjin crawl out from underneath him, like he’s doing a limbo pole, but they manage to get there with some awkward maneuvering.
Seokjin crouches down, looking up at him expectantly whilst Jungkook thumbles with the waistband of his leggings, heart hammering so loud in his own ears.
“Hey, Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin soothes, running a hand up his thigh again, “you don’t have too if you don’t want too. But just know, I want it.” He shuffles a little closer and plants his chin cutely on the edge of the seat, “but I wanna suck your monster cock.”
“Don’t say that! ”
“You already said you based my dick off your own likeness--”
“That’s not what I said--”
“Lemme see, get the fat snake out of your pants, let Hyung seeeee JKKKK”
“Alright! Alright! Yes, I want this. A lot.” Jungkook begins shimmying his leggings and underwear down, trying not to blush at the way Seokjin licks his lips cheekily.
He takes one last deep breath and pushes it down to his mid thigh, dick out and straining hard and sticky against his hoodie. He pants again, eyes squeezed shut feeling incredibly embarrassed.
He feels Seokjin put pressure on his thights as he rises up, “Hey, kiss?” He asks sweetly and Jungkook nods, leans forward and blindly captures Seokjin’s lips with his. It’s short, hungry and then Seokjin’s hand is wrapped around the base and Jungkook chokes on a moan. It’s been so long since somebody touched him.
Seokjin roles his hand up and down casually, grip loose, and Jungkook chases it with small fruits.
Wanna, wanna fuck you.” He mumbles, falling forward to mouth at Seokjin’s exposed collar bone.
He laughs. “I bet you do. Fuck my throat for now instead.” He pecks him once more on the cheek and then he’s sinking back down, head perched on Jungkook’s thigh with his pillowy lips outed into a little ‘o’.
Jungkook waits for him to sink down onto his dick, but he doesn’t. Just flutters his eyelashes looking up at him expectantly.
“Seriously?” Jungkook pants and Seokjin nods, puckering his lips again.
Jungkook takes ragged breath. “Shit, okay.” And he slowly takes ahold of his own dick, guides it to Seokjin’s lips.
At first he just traces the tips around them, feels the softness against his head. Then he slowly sinks in, whimpering as he does and Seokjin keeps his mouth hollowed, like he’s sucking him in.
Jungkook throws his head back and bottoms out, Seokjin not even flinching when he’s sunk all the way down. Instead he takes Jungkook’s hand and guides it to the back of his head.
Jungkook gently tugs Seokjin’s head forward and drives his hips up, hits the back of his throat with his dick and gasps.
From there he can’t stop himself, the sight of those beautiful, plush lips wrapped around his dick is too much. He keeps having to look back up, because the site is driving him close to coming and he wants a little control. It’s weird, he’s the one guiding Seokjin down, driving his hips forward and fucking into Seokjin’s mouth, but Seokjin’s in control. Jaw slack when it needs to be, hollowing when he wants to make Jungkook whine and his hips stutter, eyes always dark and knowing. Pilant but not submissive and it drives Jungkook mad.
“Hyung,” he warns frantically, Seokjin bobbing up and down, “close, very close, hyung-- ”
Seokjin pops up fully and darts his tongue out around the head, right hand already wrapped around the base, “Come on my lips, make them pretty. Paint me, Jungkook. ”
“Fuck, Seokjin-hyung .” He groans and lets Seokjin keep tugging on his dick lips popping on and off, coaxing the orgasm out of him as it builds and builds.
It’s slow, despite how pent up and how quickly it took for him to come, but it rolls over in waves. He groans and cries out as it finally hits him forcefully, toes curling as Seokjin pops off, opens his mouth and lets come paint all over his lips and his pretty pink tongue, swallowing down all of it that lands in his mouth.
Before Jungkook can catch his breath Seokjin surges forward, lips still painted with come, and crashes them down hungrily.
Jungkook tastes himself on Seokjin’s lips, sticky like lip gloss, and whimpers. He can feel Seokjin smirk against his lips as he just licks into his mouth, shares the taste on his tongue, and then pulls away. Jungkook digs his teeth into the bottom of Seokjin’s lip, like he’s trying to keep him there, and they fall apart with a little pop.
Seokjin grins, “well, I mean, at least I know why you think everyone’s dicks are big if you’ve only got yours for size comparison.”
Jungkook groans into his hands in embarrassment, and Seokjin laughs, sitting up to steal another kiss.