╺ yugyeom's house.

@★ yugyeom k。[h] He didn't remember when he put on music, but the sound was blaring through the walls (not too loud). It was a classic list, one that always calmed him down the most. A mix of Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin... the masters of love songs. Maybe now wasn't the best time for love songs, but it was working, and he was quietly humming along to the songs as he continued to cook: where he was being Very careful and keeping a Very close eye on the recipe being made. Even then, he couldn't help but continue to glimpse at the clock every now and then, but he soon began looking every other minute. Where was he? It was cold without him, and he felt uneasy without him around.

He didn't want to be without him either, when it comes down to it. Jungkook always felt uneasy without him next to him, and no matter how close they are or how serious they are about each other.. that's probably not healthy. They've both gotten so used to being around each other all the time but.. they needed to be able to feel independent when the time came for it. It would be a.... learning experience, that's for sure.

Now he's beginning to cut the rolled kimbap, all of the other dishes sitting aside and cooling down as he does so. He can see the lights of Yugyeom's truck as he pulls into the driveway, can hear the door opening before gently clicking closed. But he doesn't look. He wonders, actually, if he would say anything to him at all. Jungkook felt like the bad guy. Thankfully, his back is turned to him so that he wouldn't be able to see the growing smile upon his lips. He loved him. So much. And he was so happy that he was home. But he was still mad at him. And they needed to talk things through and figure it out. His right arm extends to his side so that he's able to extend his index finger as if saying 'one minute' because by now, the mask is so tight upon his face that he couldn't talk.

The male steps away from the food as he begins to peel off the mask, carefully and tediously until there's none left. He washes his hands afterwards and takes a quick glance to Yugyeom before stepping back to the food and continuing to cut the kimbap into small pieces. "In your room." Of course, he did buy him a mask. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he only bought one for himself? That's not how they operated in this household. Jungkook gently sets the knife down and he's quiet, gently biting down on his lower lip while he searches for words to say.... but instead, he's reaching up for two plates and two bowls, filling them all with an equal amount of food before he reaches out to turn off any kitchen appliances used. "There's some food, if you're hungry." Ah yes, soy sauce. He finds it in the fridge, filling a cup of water with water and grabbing some chopsticks afterwards before finally taking a seat.

He's looking at Yugyeom again, but this time... he's just looking at him. Curious to what his next move would be, if he would say something.

'I missed you,' he wanted to say. Instead, his gaze falls to his food and he begins to eat. Stress eat.

@★ jungkook j。 How long has it been since he's sat down? Long enough to gather his thoughts, long enough to receive pitiful glances more than he's gotten in his life time, long enough for the piping hot coffee to get as cold as a iced drinks from Starbucks. Long enough. Long enough. His gaze glances to the clock on the wall - two hours since he's been gone. When did a stack of pancakes get in front of him? He's not even hungry. He leans back, and looks towards the old lady behind the counter, who meets his gaze, and immediately, she comes over. She settles in front of him, her hands crossed over one another, and levels him with a kind, understanding, and open stare. "My step-dad's sick, mom wants to move down state, boyfriend wont come with." He breathes, all in one sentence. He hears a heavy intake of air, and nods along with the exhale.

"That's .. A lot to take in, boy." She begins, shifting forward, catching his eyes once more. "Tell me more." And so, he begins. "My boyfriend ... Said I can't stay with him, he'd rather me go with my mom, and step-dad, but I don't want to go, I want .. To be with him. We can make it, and stuff, you know? But he wants me to go with them, and I ... Don't .. I can't. I just love him, I'm afraid," He sputters, looking at his hands. "I said some .. Dumb stuff."

"I can tell." Her hand raises, waving him to cut off. "Listen, I'm an old lady, had my fair share of disconnections, of boyfriends lost, of break ups, do you think by you .. Running away from this 'big fight' that it's going to fix itself? You've gotta trust him." She reaches out to Yugyeom, taking his hand, and he's struck with Jungkook's earlier words: now you don't trust me. And he trusts him, trusts him so much. His tongue swipes along his lower lip, and he gives a nod, listening to the continuous advice that flows from the woman, how she tells him he needs to get a move on, and to put on some pants, for Christ's sake. He's glad he sits in the far corner. He smiles to her, and goes to pay -- "Uh .. I .. My wallet." "It's fine, just go." Another wave off, but she's picking up a fork, and having at the pancakes herself.

And Yugyeom's off once more.

He zips into his truck, and tries not to speed home, not wanting to get pulled over, make any other mistakes to keep himself from Jungkook. When he pulls into the driveway, there're no cars, but Jungkook's. Just like this morning. Go figure, his mom still wasn't home, probably at the hospital. Yugyeom slips out, and knows that things wont be so great, that they'll have to talk it out, if Jungkook even wants to see him. He walks into his home, and closes the door, gently. He smells food, great food -- but when he walks into the kitchen, he doesn't expect to see a charcoal mask and his boyfriend .. Cooking..

It looks so domestic..

"Where's my mask?" ... And maybe he tries to break the ice. He's ringing his fingers together, and shifting from foot to foot, so uncertain, and so embarrassed. He's going to say sorry, just has to - find the right words.

@★ yugyeom k。[h] It wasn't that he was sad, don't get it twisted. Jungkook was angry, fuming to the point of hot tears and whitened knuckles. But at the same time, it did hurt -- thinking back to what Yugyeom said to him. Had he done anything in the past for him to doubt him as he did before? What did he do to deserve such questioning? If only he could read him, but he wasn't necessarily an open book. But he knew him, and he knew that he'd react on his own time -- whether he reacts correctly or not is... debatable, and to be determined. But he needed his time, just as Jungkook did. Luckily, when he's angry he's got a determined mind and well, there has been some things that he's been wanting to do for a while now but knew he probably wouldn't be able to do under Yugyeom's supervision.

His body reacts fast and he's soon back in their room, changing into something that was somewhat presentable. He grabs his keys, tugs the hood of Yugyeom's hoodie over his head before heading out to his car and hopping into it. Before he knows it, he's stepping into the police station and the nerves are present within the pit of his stomach. His palms drag upon the fabric of his jeans in attempt to dry them off; clammy, they were. "Yes, Sir? How can I help you?" God, he wishes Yugyeom was there with him... but he was. And all he needed was a whiff of his hoodie to know so. His fingers raise to hold to fabric of it closer to him and he takes a deep breath. This was something he needed to do on his own. "I'd like to... report my father for ual, physical and emotional abuse for the past four years. He also hit my boyfriend, and threatened us." That was the beginning of the end for that, and he couldn't wait to tell Yugyeom about how he got to see the disgusting bastard cuffed after attempting to flee the police, with a bullet nudged in between his thigh and abdomen after attempting to swing at one of the police officers.... he'd be proud of him, and Jungkook knew it.

He glimpses down at the hoodie, absentmindedly playing with the strings hanging from it. It's moments like these where you realize how much of an importance somebody can have in your life.

While it had been an eventful hour and a half, he was ready to make his way back home. Home. But he needed to make one more stop: the grocery store. He needed a face mask, pronto - because god knows how his skin will react to the stress that this argument brought upon him and... well, he wanted to cook. It helped to relieve the stress every once in a while. He didn't know where Yugyeom was, and had no way to contact him, but if he ended up home hungry well then, at least there would be some food. Even if it wasn't necessarily the best. It's the thought that counts, right?

His arms are hugging the stuffed brown bags tight so that they don't fall as he waddles towards the entry of the house, where he enters from the back of their bedroom before heading up to the kitchen. Though, he's heading back down to their room to change... back into nothing, which was typical. Other than a pair of boxers, of course. And before he begins his.. special recipe (of rice, kimbap and galbi) he's painting on his new charcoal peel off mask. Then the cooking begins.

He's gotta get this one right.

@★ jungkook j。 It wasn't that he didn't trust him, he just didn't trust anyone else, didn't even trust his own parents, they couldn't stay together. Someone else, someone better, would always show up. His fingernails continue to bite into his skin, gripping tight onto his keys as he tries to process what Jungkook had said. How right he sounds, how stupid he, himself, sounds when parroted back. What if he's not accessible, though? That was a constant; he would never know just what is going on, always. His wrist is caught in a vice, and he's forced to listen to him. "I was acting like an adult - at first, I-I could'a stayed. Stayed here." His voice is so tiny, he's not even sure Jungkook's heard him, because he's letting go - even if it feels like a toss - of his wrist. Letting go of Yugyeom.

"I was thinking about us." But Jungkook's already gone, leaving him alone in their bedroom, caught in the threshold of the door. He lets out a soft huff, it turns into a hiccup, and the tears that he'd been doing so well to hold back finally let go. "You don't even care that I'm leaving anyway!" He shouts, then, his throat feeling as though it's torn with the volume of his shout. His feet hit the ground in heavy thumps, and he closes his door with a careful hand. It still has glass panes. He doesn't want to clean that up. It's blurry, on the way to his truck. He unlocks the old thing, and hoists himself into it, slamming the door, and backing out. Where he drives, he doesn't even know. Tears obscure his vision, and he can't get Jungkook's words out of his head. He feels dumb. So ing stupid, because he knows, now, that he overreacted. Now, it's just hot tears of embarrassment that stream down his face, now, it's the betrayal he feels towards their love.

How ed up is he.

He's as bad as his father, just like him. Doomed to be forever split from those he loves. What would Jungkook do, now? Would he stay? Would he wait for him, welcome him with open arms? Would he leave? Call Yugyeom's mom and tell her about his temper tantrum, wind Yugyeom back in the seat of a therapist he hadn't seen in ages. His knuckles look bleached from the force he's using on his steering wheel, motions mechanical. Oh, how he wants to just run his truck into a ditch, but he's worked too hard on this baby, worked too hard on himself, and he knows that Jungkook loves him. He'd do anything for him.

Except let him stay.

Even though the er that's sick isn't even his real dad, someone he barely even loves, and only tolerates because his mom loves him, and he, for some reason, still loves her - with how neglectful she is, even. Yugyeom parks, and his head rests on the steering wheel, just letting everything roll out freely, now. He hears the ring of a door, and barely looks up, only managing to when there are gentle taps on his truck's window. The diner.

This ing diner.

"Wanna come in, dear?" The old lady, again. Yugyeom looks down at himself, his state of undress, and tugs his keys out. it, honestly. Eyes puffy, rimmed red, he slips from his truck, and lets himself be led into the diner, ready to throw his own pity party. Population: 1.

@★ yugyeom k。[h] "Too busy -- what -- there aren't any games on the weekends, I can study there.. we can figure it out, Yug. Invited somewhere with /someone/? What, now you don't trust me?" Maybe they're not on the right page -- at least, that's what Jungkook thought. He didn't understand where he went wrong, and fully believed that his lover would understand his side of the situation. There's a quiet 'oof' that manages to escape Jungkook's now parted lips as Yugyeom tugs away from beneath him, the motion basically tossing the male off of his lap and to the side of the bed. He can feel the sheets fold beneath his fingertips, ungracefully, as he stares up at him. His knees are bent, arms leaning back upon the mattress and he's blinking with a wild look of confusion on his face. "It's not that big of a deal, we can figure it out, we always do." He's trying his best to be calm in this situation, to not add gas to the fire but.. his feelings were hurt.

There's a visible flinch when he raises his tone and Jungkook closes his eyes, fingers grasping the sheets. Inwardly, he's telling himself how normal it was for couples to get into fights, or disagreements... but if it was so normal, why did it hurt so bad? Why did it feel like everything was beginning to fall through? The thought earned a large sting in his throat, causing the tip of his tongue to sink between his lips in order to prevent the bleeding from a split lip caused by biting down upon it. "I'm always accessible for you, you know th -" Again, his tone his soft and he's calm until.. 'Do you even take us seriously? Take me that seriously?' His gaze flies open and it's wide in bewilderment, hands now shaking upon the mattress. "How dare you?" He whispers, shakily, whilst slowly nudging himself up from the bed. There's a sting in his left eye as he blinks, and he doesn't realize how tightly he's gripping onto himself until there's a slight ache right upon his knuckles.

His arm reaches out just fast enough to catch Yugyeom's wrist, "Hey!" He exclaims, and continues even though the other wasn't looking at him. "Take us seriously? How dare you be so childish and question that of me. After everything, /everything/, you doubt my love for you? Because sometimes, we can't have our way and be around each other all the time? I'm sorry that I can't give you everything that you want. But Jesus, i'm trying. We can figure it out when you want to act like an adult." His words were a tad harsh, he'd admit. "Do you really think you can tell me to drop everything and go? Because I can't. That's not fair to me, Yugyeom. And if you really think it is, it's really selfish of you to make it about yourself. You're over-reacting."

Jungkook doesn't even realize the tears that are now streaming down his cheeks as he lets go of his wrist and steps back.

"Go on then, leave."

He didn't want to be here either, not in this room at least. So he reaches out for whatever hoodie was closest to him and tugs it on, not even looking at him. With his head ducked forward and arms wrapped around himself, Jungkook breezes past Yugyeom, shoulder nudging upon his as he does so and he quickly makes his way up to the third floor of the house and into his piano room. There's a loud 'bang!' as he slams the door behind him before quickly locking it. His heart is racing, he's gasping for air and his fingers are tugging upon the thick locks of his hair. Jungkook's shoulder blades nudge upon the door as he slides down it, soon hugging his knees to his chest

@★ jungkook j。 Everything he's saying is wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. It doesn't stop, the way his heart pounds louder in his ears, how his temperature rises. He swears he can hear his mom's voice in his head, soothing a '1, 2, 3, breathe,' into his ear, from when he would have moments like this, as a child. A child. A child who was going through a divorce, and having to live with the knowledge that he couldn't be good enough for his parents, that they were out of love, because of stress, and life. The life he had given them. From the life they had given him. His lips pull into a thin line, and his fingers come to grip at his knees, now sitting sideways on the bed. There were so many rational thoughts floating at the fuzzy edges of his mind, but the irrational won out. His eyes flit towards Jungkook, feeling the /icy touch/ of his fingers against his jaw. All he's hearing is excuses. All of it, excuses.

"What about when you're too busy on the weekends, huh?" His tone sounds grave, and raspy, a bit strangled, like he's trying to check his temper. "What about when you're ... Studying for tests, or have a baseball game on the weekend? What about when you're invited somewhere, to a party, invited with someone, huh?" His hands are starting to shake, his knuckles stretched white from where his hands are gripping at his knees. "What about then? 'Cause, c'mon, I don't 'know'. I don't know, don't --" He tugs away from him, now tired of the feeling of Jungkook's hand on his jaw, on his skin. He feels disgusting, gross. Drive down on the weekends? Drive hours just to see him /for a day/, and then come back up, not knowing when he'll see him again? He's gone so long living with him being around him, constantly, day in, and day out.

"He's not even my real dad!" He finally breaks, pushing away from his be and stalking to the picture-wall. He stares, his bottom lip trembles, and his hands clench at his sides. "My mom's more invested in'im than I am, she's the one in love with'im. I'm just .. Easily accessible." He scoffs, and tosses his head to the side, arms coming to wrap around himself. Holding himself together, like this. "What about when I need someone, and you're not so .. Easily accessible, huh?" His words are but a breath, looking towards Jungkook, then. "Do you even take us that seriously? Take me that seriously?" Did he really get a tattoo that meant nothing? Yugyeom feels his insides contorting, and he lets out a tiny little cry. "W..What about me..?" What about if he can't graduate? What about if he's stuck for another year? What about if he managed to make a deal with the school, cut his classes to online courses, finis up the rest of the semester? They could do that, right? But ... Jungkook doesn't even want him around. Wont let him stay at the drive-in.

Wont let him stay with him.

Yugyeom breaks, and he snatches his truck keys off of the dresser, not even bothering with his phone, having every intention to drive out somewhere, and just cry for the next few hours. That is, if Jungkook'll let him leave this house. He's already let him, his future, leave; what would make this any different?

@★ yugyeom k。[h] Uh oh.

He was in trouble. The last time that Jungkook had heard this tone used by his lover was... never. Not towards him, at least. His heart rate begins to pick up and his fingers are fidgeting with the hem of Yugyeom's boxers: fidgeting had always been an expression of his nerves for him. He's staring down at him, lips pressed together and he continues to fidget. This wasn't going to go well, and he didn't want to go down this road. But unfortunately, they had to. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. "You can't stay here, Yug. Not while your dad is sick. I mean, anything could happen at anytime.. I would want you to be easily accessible if something did happen, for your mom and so that you can get there... on time.." What he was attempting to say definitely sounded better in his head.

Jungkook bites down on his lower lip, roughly, and his shoulders droop just a tad bit slighter. His gaze raises when he's told to backtrack, and he's leaning back upon his lap to look at him clearly. He blinks once, twice, a third time and his eyebrows furrow once more before shaking his head. "That's not what I said. If it were somewhere further away, like out-of-state where it would be harder to get to you... then I would go, but this is only down state, which is a drive away. I can get to you on the weekends and then join you after graduation..." He murmurs, his lips soon after. Of course he would want to go with him, Jesus. But it was bad timing, unfortunately.

"C'mon babe, you have to understand my side too, you know? I can't just pack up my things and go, i've still got a life here. I've got a family at the drive-in, baseball is here, which - i've been on the team since freshman year waiting to see if maybe I can be signed and actually do something with my life." He didn't want to play baseball in college, but he just wants to see if he'd be given the chance. , he wasn't even sure if he wanted to go to college. But to see if he was actually good at something that he enjoyed... it meant a lot to him. Baseball was also the last good memory Jungkook had of his mother, and he wasn't ready to let go of it so soon. It would do a lot for him to know if he was good enough to be signed, after all of the work he'd put into it. "And you know that I want a forever with you, you know that. I'm just not ready to leave here yet. I just... I just have to graduate, it'll give me more time." He murmurs, one of his hands raising to caress Yugyeom's jaw, the pad of his thumb gliding back and forth. "You know?" He questions in a whisper, hoping that he'd understand his side.

@★ jungkook j。 "Because my mom kinda ... Hid it from me, I guess? She mentioned he was sick, but then never said anything after that. I just .. Kinda assumed he was okay." He misses the kisses that were pressed to his chest, misses the warmth of Jungkook. If only he could rewind time, and stay trapped in a time loop of them, just for a little while longer. His gaze drops to Jungkook, hand coming to brush through his hair, until - ... Yugyeom's throat gets seemingly tighter, and a sudden chill makes its way down his spine. " ... Jungkook," He tries to stay level, but his tone is already wavering.

"What my mom meant by leaving is .. Really ... Leaving. Transferring. You -- me, the whole.. Whole place. She'd rent out this house, and have to come back on her .." His eyes widen, a brilliant idea! Why didn't it hit him sooner!? "She has to come back every three days, because she's gotta oversee the daycare. So, I can stay with you!" At the drive-in. They could finish out high school together, it'd be no big deal. Even if his mom would make a fuss, saying how she'll need him, but really, when, or where, was she there when he needed her? A similar taste, a foul one, would be dealt to her. Yugyeom doesn't mind. He sits up straighter, and if anything, they could always crash with his dad, wake up early, and drive to school. It'd be a , but it'd be worth it.

But .. Then it hits him. 'Can't leave here.'. What's tying him here? Yugyeom looks over at Jungkook then, starting to pull away, so he can face him head on. "Back track .. A sec.. Kook," He murmurs, fixing him with a stare, one that's heavy with confusion, "you couldn't .. Like, if I was goin', and I didn't know if I was'gon be comin' back ..." His tone drops, his accent more pronounced, now, as his hands find purchase in the sheets between his legs. "If I was really goin' .. You wouldn't come with me?" And it breaks his heart, that seizing pain that takes over him. What doeshe mean by he can't go? He wouldn't go? And the way he'd said 'the four of us?'? Yugyeom had given him his heart, his home, his family; he'd given everything to him. Everything. Yugyeom's fist clenches now, and he waits, lips pursed, and stare angry.

@★ yugyeom k。[h] Jungkook has to shift in order to be sure that he's caught each and every amount of Yugyeom's seed into his mouth before swallowing it down. It was salty, and didn't taste the best... but it was the pure taste of his boyfriend, and it tasted (somehow) better than anything he'd ever tried before. How strange.. how such a thing could be so good, but, it was just what he did to him. The male didn't need to be told twice, and there's a vibrant grin on his lips as he climbs up and up to Yugyeom, all until he's hovering over him and centimeters away from his face, leaning in to steal a kiss until -- damn phone. Instead, he settles upon his lap and leans forward to press small kisses upon his chest with the softest of hums. It seemed as if nothing could bring him down from this high.

Or so he thought.

When Jungkook realizes how serious his lovers' tone had gotten, he leans back to look down at him with his legs straddling his lap and his fingers extending to find his own in order to fill the spaces between them. "Sick with what? Why... why didn't you mention it to me before?" He questions, eyebrows furrowing together with narrowing orbs. Down state? Now? He glimpses towards the small calendar hanging on the wall (with small cats on it, picked out by yours truly), they only had a month and a half left of school. "Wait," He pauses, turning his head back to Yugyeom but this time, his eyes are closed and his eyebrows are still knitted together. "The four of us?" Jungkook repeats, which is then followed by a few moments of silence. The moments of silence are followed by a heavy sigh, and he drops one of his hands in order to pinch the bridge of his nose.

"Baby, we're a month and a half from graduating. Couldn't you -- no, you couldn't." He murmurs to himself, soon opening his eyes and pressing his lips back together. "I mean, I could crash at the drive-in some more when you go and visit on the weekends, but I can't leave here before school ends." His tone is soft as his fingertips of his free hand now fall to rest against his lovers' side, the pad of his thumb gliding back and forth while he begins to chew upon his lower lip.

@★ jungkook j。 How Jungkook works his lips on his shaft is unlike any other. It makes him writhe, lifting his hips up, his eyes rolling back into his skull. His lips part in the sweetest of 'o's, whilst his hand tugs, tugs, tugs at the hair on his scalp. "Please," He whispers, managing to look down once more, trying -- Lord, he's trying so hard to not , but it's the hardest thing. Besides his , of course. Before he knows it, though, those sloppy sounds, the urgent slurps, and the soft hums have him tilting over the edge. "Kook--ie," He bites around his moan, teeth digging into his lower lip as his seed spills down Jungkook's throat.

.

Yugyeom's panting, pulling away, too overstimulated to feel his lips working him any longer. Despite the thick glob of spit in his throat, and his too dry of a mouth, he'd say that waking up like this, with him, was perfect. "C'mere, baby." He murmurs, pushing himself up, only to tug at Jungkook. He needs to kiss him, properly thank him for the lovely alarm call. Maybe even go down on him -- except ... His phone is ringing. It's his mom's ringer. Yugyeom looks towards his phone, and mumbles a quick 'one sec,', before scooting over, and grabbing it. "Hello?" He's left to fix his pants, awkwardly tilting this way, and that. There's little that's said on his end, only his eyes grow increasingly sad, and his brows have created a bunched furrow between them.

"He can come though, right?" This sentence, or rather, her response, sets him at ease. His shoulders droop, and Yugyeom nods, before bringing his phone down, and clicking 'end call'. He sits there, silent for a bit, before glancing up at Jungkook. "My .. Mom, that was my mom." His voice is so small, and all hints of happiness have left his gaze. He looks torn, constantly flipping his phone in his grasp, this way, and that. "She .. My step-dad, he's sick." He starts off, taking a deep breath. It feels like everything was punched out of him in those moments. "He's been for a while, s'not something new." To him, at least, "but it's bad.. Gotten a lot worse. The doctor's .. They wanna transfer him down state." Far down state.

"So the four of us would have to move." And they're close to graduating, right? It shouldn't be too bad. Sure, it's gonna , but as long as they have each other, moving to a .. Different school ... Shouldn't be so bad? His mom can help Jungkook apply there.. Since he isn't legally under her care. Or is he? He doesn't know how his mom's foster care situations work out. Huh.

@★ yugyeom k。[h] Was he doing all of this right?

This didn't happen often -- in fact, other than... wait, this was his first . How was it so nice? How was he getting off at just the sight of Yugyeom above him..... jeez, if only he could record the sight that he had of his flushed cheeks, neck rosy as if the rays of the sun had been watching over him with little to no protection. And oh, how sweet he looked. It was as if he was wrapped around his finger, right now -- right now Jungkook was holding him just within his palm. And thank god he was, well it seemed as if, he was doing well. There was nothing better than seeing the love of his life writhe in pleasure, feeling the light tugs of the sheets beneath his elbows as his heels dug into them, or as his hips rocked up to the slow rhythm of their gasping breath.

Jungkook realizes how big of a mistake it was after the groan escaped his lips as the others' nails glided so smoothly against his scalp, tugging and tugging at his hair... the groan was followed by somewhat of an unattractive gag - just as the tip of his tickles his uvula. The male leans back to in somewhat of a gasp, gaze raising as a bashful look covers his features. But he returns just a fraction of a second later, doing just as he was told to continue doing - especially because he could feel the skin beneath his fingers tightening by the second. He still had a lot to learn, and boy was he excited. If there was anything he wished he could do was.. record them, perhaps have something for when they were alone and...... didn't have each other to help the other out.

He'd rather watch Yugyeom look so... heavenly, than watch any other male on the screen of his phone. Not that he did anyway, was completely unrealistic and he wasn't too keen upon watching it. But perhaps it did the job when he wasn't in love, when he could only dream of having someone to love, and that loved him as much as Yugyeom did (and vice versa). Being in love really does that to you, huh? Well, there was really no question about it, because it did to him for sure. As long as he was making his boy feel good, and as long as he's happy and he feels loved... that's all that matters to him.

His tongue presses a bit more upon the underside of the shaft, gaze staring up from beneath two thick set of lashes and -- he's taking him in as much as he can. It sounds sloppy, but to his knowledge, that's when it felt the best.

@★ jungkook j。 Unfair how lovely his mouth is, how he takes him in so well. His fingers card through Jungkook's hair, and though his gaze is still blearry from sleep, it doesn't deter the appeal Jungkook has rolling off of him, the way he commands all of his attention. Yugyeom fights through his sleepy daze, brushing his fingers out of Jungkook's line of sight, just to meet his eyes. Such a sight, so lovely. If only he had his glasses on, those big, circle lenses being the ultimate turn on for him -- though .. He wouldn't tell Jungkook that, just yet. That'll be his ace in the hole. His dirty little secret, for now. Yugyeom lets himself get lost in the sensations of his lips, his tongue, feeling the muscle trace tiny circles along the underside of his length, and along the weeping head.

He wont be able to hold on for long if he keeps up like this. Yugyeom curses, the word gruff, tone deep from the still there daze of sleep, but hearing himself lost like that only spurs him on even more. Makes him just that much more gone, hearing himself like that, knowing that Jungkook caused this. "Jus' like that," He whispers, thumb brushing over his cheekbone, guiding his hips up into Jungkook's mouth. It's gentle, how he rocks his hips upwards, not wanting to surprise him, to hurt him - even if that gagging sound would make his ego sky rocket. That's besides the point. His chest is breaking out in dapples of red, his entire body scorching from the heat that Jungkook is giving him.

It isn't fair.

Yugyeom's head falls back, and his heels dig into the mattress, his fingers tightening in his hair, and even his nails scratch at Jungkook's scalp. He's getting closer and closer to his limit. His babbling is nothing but 'baby's, and loose lipped curses, mixed with gasped moans, and pleading pants. "S'close, so--" Especially with how his hand is working his balls so carefully, how his digits press just right over his perineum -- if Jungkook were to press *just a little lower*, Yugyeom would lose it, the outer pressure of his prostate would send him over the edge.

Maybe he'll show Jungkook that next time. Maybe. For now, he can feel his approaching fast, especially in how his balls like to tighten up against his body.

@★ yugyeom k。[h] There it was.

There was a twitch upon the corner of Jungkook's swelling tiers as he felt the heat beginning to course through his lovers' veins, which were previously cold -- thanks to his lover for having the room so freezing when the two went to sleep. Then again, if it weren't so cold then they wouldn't be able to cuddle up to each other without being uncomfortable thanks to the heat. His opinion? The air conditioner was a blessing and a disguise. In the end though, it really didn't matter what he thought. As long as Yugyeom felt relaxed, pleasured, worshipped, etc. when he woke up? That's all that mattered to Jungkook. Not the air conditioner, not how air constricting the blankets above him was. None of that mattered to him. Only one thing did.

It seemed to be working, by the way that the flaccid shaft had begun to harden within the constraints of his mouth, his tongue gliding harshly upon the underside in order to trace every vein -- his brain worked with it, painting a map within his mind so that Jungkook could know about every single centimeter of his man's body. And for the first time, there was a new feeling resonating within the pit of his stomach. It was a new feeling of want, of yearning. He wanted to be touched in ways that he hadn't been before.. with consent, that was. In ways that he's only touched his lover, and in ways that he'd sworn he'd never bring onto himself. But maybe... maybe he was ready. Maybe it was time to let go of the past and focus on the now. He never thought that he'd be able to but perhaps.. with the help of Yugyeom, he'd be able to.

All of his thoughts immediately dissipate the minute that he feels the covers shifting off of his shoulders, and he can't help but shiver as the cool air hits his skin -- but he could feel the air filling his veins again, and he could see Yugyeom -- the man that he loved and wanted to be with forever. A man that somehow, looks incredible with disheveled bed head. His man. There's a playful simper settled among Jungkook's face, and he doesn't remove himself to speak any words. Instead, his gaze falls to watch was his free hand raises to cup his balls, fingers massaging them to the rhythm of his head -- as if he were wishing him good morning. His cheeks are hollowed, and occasionally, small hums could be heard reverberating against his length. The male relaxes his throat and meets the rhythm of his hips, allowing his length to slip further and further with his gaze raising to observe the piece of art ahead of him.

@★ jungkook j。 There's a blessing going out to the low temperature of his air conditioning, so glad he had plunged the numbers in the middle of their nap. After waking up all sticky and gross, he really needed something refreshing and chill. It's a comfortable temperature, now, curled up, blissfully, at Jungkook's side. He couldn't be in any other place, set in his dreamscape, one that involves him, Jungkook, and an endless night at the carnival. He's none the wiser of what funny business the other is getting up to, and his body only vaguely registers the movement. Other than that, Yugyeom's at Jungkook's mercy. There's a part of him that stirs when the blankets are shifted, though, cool air caressing his chest, moving down, and down.

There's warmth again, though, and Yugyeom settles. He's dreaming of laughter, of draping himself over Jungkook's body, pressing kiss to the back of his neck and placing kiss after kiss against his skin. The popcorn's dropped, and his drink does, too -- when did he get a drink? His lower body is drenched. He's hissing in distaste, his pants starting to gather little drips of wetness. Suddenly, the dream caves in on itself, and he's floating in a sea of clouds. Clouds? No-- cotton candy. There's something sticky-- it's sticking everywhere, between his legs, his thighs, his -- oh, God.

His eyes snap open, but in real time, they blink away the sleep, blurry and confused. How long have they been sleeping? And -- there's a familiar burn in his lower belly, and when Yugyeom looks around, he sees a lump under the covers. Right between his legs. There's something so *amazing* happening down there, a warmth against the underside of his shaft, a gentle le to his . Yugyeom flicks the covers off, hissing at the cold air, and feeling the wind punched out of him at what he sees. His hand immediately finds his boyfriend's hair, thumb pushing away the hair that covers his forehead. "Kookie--" He whispers, legs falling open even more, letting his head fall back, letting himself feel. His hips start to press upwards, canting up into Jungkook's mouth, mumbling incoherancies into the air.

@★ yugyeom k。[h] "Oof,"

Jungkook stumbles behind his lover as he's pulled by the hand, following into the room behind him. They were a tired pair, at least for now. The male's arms raise up towards the ceiling in a large stretch, which is soon followed by an obnoxious yawn. He tosses his shirt to the side before also reaching down to remove his bottoms, leaving him in his boxer briefs as he saunters towards the bed. "Oh c'mon, you know I can't help it." It was a joke, showing that even though he was tired, Jungkook was still in a good mood. But of course, his mood is always elevated around Yugyeom, he had a certain aura that made him this way. It was hard to be down around such a beautiful smile.

"Yeah yeah, it's fine." He murmurs, motioning towards his tattoo before crawling toward his lover -- soon falling flat on his back and adjusting the covers. When Yugyeom's head rests against his chest though, his head turns to the side so that his cheek can press against the crown of his head, an arm encircling around his shoulders to gently rub away any tension on his shoulder blades. He's singing a quiet tune under his breath as he does so, eyes shifting towards the alarm clock on one of the night stands before slipping closed and soon enough, he was knocked out himself.

2:30PM wasn't too late to take a nap.

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The quietest grunt could be heard as one of Jungkook's hands raises to rub at his eyes, the sleep shaking off of him like sand being shaken off of a towel. His head lazily turns to the side and his hand rests upon his chest again, lips parted as he attempts to get some more sleep yet.. he fails to do so. It leaves a bad taste in his mouth as his gaze shifts open once more, coming in contact with the popcorn ceiling above him. He then looks at Yugyeom, who seemed to be sleeping so peacefully against his chest and he takes a moment to himself to observe him. The tips of his fingers gently ghost over the smooth skin of his cheek, up and over his nose and to his forehead, where he sweeps a few strands of hair away from it. A soft smile hints upon his lips, and he intends to let him sleep some more.

Until he see's the alarm clock, that is. 7PM. Christ, they didn't really sleep for four and a half hours, did they? Jungkook was normally against any kind of late night naps, because he found that it caused him to not be able to sleep later that night. "Yug... Yugyeom," He whispers, voice rough and gravely as he attempts to wake him up. But after he said his name, he already knew that it was a lost cause. This man slept deeper than the dead did. Maybe he should take a different approach at it, let's see................. A devilish simper appears upon the male's face, and his gaze shifts down to observe his boyfriend's sleeping figure. "Okay," The male murmurs to himself, his fingers carefully resting against his shoulders before carefully nudging him to lay on his back. He wasn't really worried about waking him up, he didn't really wake up unless it was on his own time.

Even so, Jungkook's moves are silent as he untangles himself from the grip of his lover to disappear beneath the blankets. Jesus, how did people do this while successfully breathing? They always made it look so easy in movies. He pauses. 'Of course, dumb . They're movies.' He shakes his head. After moving around with moderate difficulty, he's finally secure between his legs. But the next obstacle may even be harder -- removing his underwear, which by the way, smelled horrible. Though, he knew it was because of the pool. "Ew." He whispered to himself before gently beginning to tug them down. His gaze peaks up through the covers occasionally, hands pausing before continuing their movements. Until finally...

The corners of his lips tug upwards, teeth sinking into his lower lip -- and he's smiling like he won some kind of prize. When really, he was just excited to please his lover. His lips press delicate kisses against his thighs, almost as if he was starting some kind of sing-song in order to begin to awaken him. It was the beginning melody, leading up to the chorus -- the big moment. The tip of his index finger gently nudges beneath the flaccid skin, which was heavy to his touch. As the tip pokes his lower lip, he can't help but press a kiss to it, all before his mouth engulfs the tip of , and he positions himself accordingly before slowly beginning to bob his head up and down -- cheeks hallowed in attempt to awaken his .

@★ jungkook j。 "'You should hang yours up.'" His voice is a bit higher pitched as he playfully mocks the other, walking back into the room, and setting the bottle on his dresser. This is all Jungkook's fault, such a bad bean, how dare he r u i n Yugyeom like this. Tsk. ( A lie. Yugyeom was already ruined and Jungkook's the best thing to ever happen to him. ). He eyes the other as he hops out of the shower and .. Gets.. Dressed.. Haphazardly. "Come here." Yugyeom holds his hands out to him as he walks closer, and grips Jungkook's shirt hem. He lifts it up, and fixes his shirt the right way, "You're ready?"

Because Jungkook clearly wasn't ready the first time, and he wants to make sure he's a little bit out of it before heading over to get a tattoo. Even if getting tattoos whilst drunk were probably one of the worst things you can do, at least he was conscious of the decision, prior. Yugyeom takes his hand, slips on his slides, and leads the other up the stairs, and out of the house, to his truck. He's helping him into the massive vehicle, helping him buckle up, making sure he doesn't fall over and hurt himself, and making sure he's really, really ready for this. It worries him, so very much, because he doesn't want Jungkook to freak out, or regret the tattoo afterwards. It's different, for him. He loves his tattoos, but not everyone comes to love theirs.

He just hopes Jungkook is making the right choice.

He blares music as he heads towards the best tattoo shop he knows, praying he'll get that discount he had once upon a time boasted about, because even if he has money, he doesn't want to pay full price. A brat. For sure. Yugyeom looks over towards Jungkook, and reaches out to hold his hand. "Do I get any kind of hint what it is?" He asks, before pulling up to the tattoo shop, and parking his ridiculously large truck in front of it.

( u wanna make a tattoo shop or ;3 )

@★ yugyeom k。 "Impossible." There's a crooked grin present on Jungkook's tiers as his arms slip around the others' waist, returning each and every kiss that graced his swollen lips. He loved how Yugyeom looked after they'd had : with his cheeks and neck flushed, and his eyes a tad more wild than normal - and also, just how beautiful and natural he looked. With a hint of vulnerability. It was purely him, and it was beautiful. "We do." He agreed whole-heartedly, but now, the male was having issues forming correct sentences. He's still smiling as his lover pulls away, even though his nose scrunches and he whines as the familiar warmth disappears from him. But his gaze is following him, and he looks like a model as he steps out of the pool. Until --

"Ew," Jungkook chuckled, gathering some water in order to rub off the strand of that had landed on his bicep. If it her Yugyeom's, it would have been another story, but it was his own so - it wasn't even a quarter as fascinating as the others. Speaking of. The male's hands form a 'V' in the water and he's nudging what he can see of any white substance towards the filter on the side of the pool, that would take care of it. Soon he's pulling himself out of the pool - carefully - so that he doesn't tumble. His fingers grab onto his swim trunks and he decides to hang them over the top of one of the chairs, that way it would dry better instead of being stuck in a hamper for days. Which, is probably what Yugyeom decided to do with his. Tsk.

"You should hang yours up," Jungkook hums, finding the pair before bringing them back out to dry with his own. "Why all her is gone now." Is all he heard, and he's looking over his shoulder to Yugyeom, then to the bottle, before grinning. "Oopsie." The male hurries back to their room, hops into the shower for maybe five seconds to rinse off - which he loves the cold water, because it was so hot outside and their activities added even more heat. He's soon out and tugging on a simple outfit, a white v-neck, some jean shorts and his pair of old converse. "Ready!" The male exclaims, though he purses his lips in question. Internally, he was confused about something, but he just decided not to voice it. What he didn't know is that he looked like a mess. His hair wasn't brushed, his shirt was on backwards and he didn't properly dry himself from the shower. He was just excited to go.

For now.

@★ jungkook j。 Yugyeom feels himself slipping, again, when Jungkook holds on tighter, when his fingers press against the sides of his throat and constricts airflow. His lashes flutter, and he feels heat spread into him, his lover spent. "Love you more." He murmurs in return, basking in the glow of being held, so sweetly, so tight, now. When Jungkook slips from him - much to his disdain, he lets out a little petulant whine, - Yugyeom turns, and wraps his arms around his neck. He can feel liquid dripping from him, but the beauty of pools, it never gets on his body. ( or so he thinks. ) "We've gotta .. Try things like that again." He starts to walk the other backwards, away from the mess they'd made, all the while kissing his lips, over and over.

"C'mon," He murmurs against his lips, smiling as his nose slots against his, "let's get out, and get ready for your little appointment." Did he even make an appointment? He doesn't know. Yugyeom begrudgingly pulls away from his boyfriend to wade towards the steps that lead out of the pool, snagging his swim trunks along the way. So, maybe the pool didn't take care of all of the clean up, a bit of Jungkook's seed still left on him, sticking to his thighs as he gets out of the pool. He's crude in how he reaches back to swipe at it, before looking over at Jungkook, and flicking his towards him. "Nasty." He coos with no heat, before tugging on his swim trunks, and heading inside.

He wants a quick shower, but some post- wipes will have to do. He cleans himself ( after tossing the swim trunks into the bathroom ) and goes to tug on a shirt and some basketball shorts, because really, he doesn't want to feel the chaufe of his jeans on his legs, and he wants a quick off when he gets home. -- , the wine. Yugyeom waddles out, thanks to Jungkook, the pain is starting to set into his lower back ( a pleasant one, he loves it ), and grabs up the wine bottle.

"Damn - I gotta explain to my mom why all her is gone now--"

@★ yugyeom k。 His palm is coated with a fluid much more sticky than water -- thicker than water, and with Yugyeom practically needing to be held up, he knew that his lover had toppled over his own edge. And Jungkook didn't know what it was that caused his heart to skip a few beats or allowed the butterflies to be released from their cage. Then again, he didn't have to know the direct source. It was just Yugyeom himself, everything about him. Even in his drunken trance, he was still (perhaps he was even more) in love with every little detail about him. Like the way that his body responded to him, or the way that he could bring out such beautiful sounds that he'd never heard from him before. Yugyeom was a beautiful creature, one so beautiful that it's only brought up in mystical fantasy stories.

He was his own fantasy story.

By now, Jungkook has lost control of his own pace. His teeth are gritted together while ghosting upon Yugyeom's neck, and he's gasping for breath through the gritted pearly whites. "Baby," It's a muffled groan, but moments later, he's gripping onto him tightly as his seed is released into him. Almost immediately, his fingers drop from around his throat and his , and instead, wrap around his shoulders and hips in order to hold him as close as he can to the other. His eyes slip shut and his forehead is nudging upon the others' shoulder -- and his teeth have relaxed, leaving his lips parted open just the slightest as soft pants slip by them. "I love you. So much."

"Wow," It's the only word that Jungkook can form properly after their little dance of fire... or trip into the galaxy. Was there any right phrase that could express how truthfully ing amazing that was? He felt like he was literally higher than cloud nine, actually, he kind of felt like he was sleeping and this was just a really really good dream. But no, it was real. Yugyeom really did that to him. Not like he was surprised. He was so in love with him that he would literally do anything for him. Anything. There weren't any exceptions. He'd take the bullet. He'd shoot the bullet. "I love you." He murmurs again, finally beginning to catch his breath and he gently slides out of him, which earns a quiet grunt of disapproval.

@★ jungkook j。 It feels constricting in all the right ways, to be like this. One hand on his , the other at his neck, bending Yugyeom to his will and Yugyeom loves it. His back bows, feeling the angle shift as Jungkook drives steadily into him, riding through the waves of euphoria whilst keeping Yugyeom at the tempo he wants him. Tears prick his eyes, and his lips part in breathy, heavy moans as Jungkook's lips make proper contact with his neck, telling him to let go in a voice that should be considered illegal. The sting of his nails in his neck has Yugyeom grasping at nothing but water, now, and the whine that leaves him is one he's never heard from himself before.

His vision blacks, for just a second, falling back against Jungkook and feeling his legs give out beneath him. If it wasn't for the water, and how Jungkook is holding him, he surely would have fallen. But he holds him, takes care of him, like always, ing him through the constant waves of bliss that come in spasms of his walls around Jungkook's . He sees a bit of white in the water, and knows, then, that he literally just .. Made him.. Blank out of this world for a split second. Yugyeom swears air is punched out of him, lost in the daze of Jungkook, Jungkook, Jungkook, as the other rides him through to cloud nine.

He's lax back against his chest, letting him use him like he's a doll, now, but by the way he's moving, he knows his boy is so close. His lover gets like this, but this .. Is much more intense. He has to thank the wine for her service. "Love you," Yugyeom whispers, his hands moving to cup each one of Jungkook's - the one at his neck, and the one at his spent shaft. He loves him, so much. This little experiment has sent such a blast through him, one that he seeks to gain once more - perhaps, maybe, at a movie theater with just them in it, or a park that is far too dark for anyone to see. The ideas of it. Anything for, and with, Jungkook.

@★ yugyeom k。 There were a lot of firsts occurring. The first time Jungkook is getting tipsy, or even having a taste of pure alcohol. Yeah..... he wasn't tipsy, it was more of drunk. But at least it didn't smack him in the face all at once, it was just gradually growing more and more inside of him until he felt dizzy. But it wasn't in a bad way! He could still hold himself up. But him being drunk for the first time while ing his boyfriend may result in... a quicker finishing time than normal. Especially at this rate, at this pace and -- dear god, did they have to do this more often.

"Yugyeom, --"

Jungkook hisses, and he doesn't even think to pause or slow down as the other straightens up. Instead, his lips meet with his with such fervor and passion, left hand raising so that his fingers curl around his throat and his right hand curling around the heaviness of his . He isn't necessarily choking him but, okay, maybe he is. But Gently. For a second, the male questioned if all of this felt too good to be happening. He means, of course they had a -- more than amazing ual relationship, but this... oh boy. This was like a whole new level. Jungkook liked the water too, enjoyed how it felt a little more pressuring. He liked how the water swished around and hit the pool walls along with the snapping of his hips. It was nice to experiment like this, and inwardly, he vowed to continue to.. experiment with his lover from now on. Maybe next time they could try the shower. Or the bath. Now there were just... so many fantasies racking in his mind.

"Go on, baby." He's pressing open mouth kisses along the curve of Yugyeom's neck, soon giving his earlobe a tug as he grunts quietly. His s are beginning to grow sloppy, and the hand that's pumping his is quickening -- his hips aren't far behind. " for me." His words are slurred and his fingers tighten just the /slightest/ around his throat, but not enough to do any kind of damage - other than maybe some imprints from his nails. His teeth glide along his neck, nipping at the skin and soon enough, Jungkook is panting and gasping for air.

" with me." He repeats, tone a tad deeper than it was previously. And he blamed it on the sting in his belly.

@★ jungkook j。 Okay, so yeah, weightless was the right thing to say when Jungkook gets into the picture. He's lifting him so easily, revealing his to the air -- cold, mind you, he's shivering -- and buries his face between his cheeks like they're celebrating Thanksgiving. His eyes roll back into his head, and his head lolls to the side, knocking against his shoulder and easily becoming drunk on the feeling of his tongue, so pleased that when Jungkook pulls away, he's grumbling in frustration and shooting him a look. A look that lasts through his manhandling, all the way up until he's pushing into him, and - oh, God, okay. Much better than his tongue.

Yugyeom's back to panting like a in heat. His forehead knocks against the -- water. He sputters, momentarily, and lifts his head, gripping the sides of the pool, and Jungkook grabbing his hair really helps him, helps him in the sense that he keeps everything important above the water, because Yugyeom's already becoming lost to the sensations. The water makes it a bit awkward, no doubt, stunting the way his hips move, but it does make the glide easier, and gives him the opportunity to bend like those people in circuses. Contortionists? He's found his new calling, as long as a pool's involved. Yugyeom groans out his name, legs moving to part even more, while one wraps around one of Jungkook's, and he lifts himself.

It changes the angle. And, , he feels air punched out of him when he hits his prostate. Yugyeom sees stars, and damn, maybe he should get Jungkook tipsy more often if he s like this. He loves his sweetness, loves his poise, but the quick, sloppiness of it brings this whole new way to look at it all, and Yugyeom's experiencing it first hand. He likes the uneven stutter of his hips, and if they were out of the pool, in open air, he's sure he'd love the stings on the back of his thighs. "Baby, please." He whispers, pushing away from the edge of the pool to stand as straight as he can. Back bent, to Jungkook's groin, head tilting back and turned towards him so he can catch his lips.

He needs him, needs him like this. He can already feel his ring, and it isn't fair. It isn't fair, because Jungkook has all the stamina, and lasts for seemingly hours, while he's a mess, a breathy mess that can two or three times in one sitting. It's messy.

But the pool will help clean it. He hopes.

@★ yugyeom k。 Jungkook's left arm is hooked over the edge of the pool, his other hand occupied by the wine bottle that he'd previously set aside. But, he couldn't forget that he did need to get a bit drunk. And honestly, guessing by the fact that he wasn't able to put together how much of bottle he'd already drank, he guessed that he wasn't too far away from reaching his goal. But that wasn't on his mind, not now. It was good, so of course, he was endlessly sipping from it. His gaze followed each movement of Yugyeom -- he felt more alert than ever before, maybe that was the alcohol speaking from within, though. "Don't you worry, i'm coming." There's a smirk now visible upon his tiers as he takes one last swing from the bottle, soon setting it aside. It wasn't empty yet, but was it close? Yes.

Jungkook is soon standing behind Yugyeom, his fingers now cupping just beneath his to spread his cheeks with ease. He just wanted a small taste, and well -- it would make it easier for both of them in the long run. When his tongue is gliding upon his rim - yearning for the taste that he'd grown to love more than anything else - his hands glide upward in order to at the soft mounds. There's a muffled grunt as he offers one a smack, and as he removes his mouth, he's smirking.

The male is sure to guide Yugyeom so that he's positioned comfortably, and also so that Jungkook can --- operate well in the position. His left arm hooks beneath his hips, holding his lower half up so that he felt more comfortable (he hoped). His hand raises to his lips, just so that he could lubricate his fingers with his own saliva. Reaching down, he glides his fingers over the rim of his entrance, mixed in with some of the water, before grasping the base of his to guide himself to the entrance. Honestly, if somebody asked him to draw every single part of Yugyeom's body, he'd be able to do it in a heart beat. He had it all mapped out, memorized as if it was the back of his hand. All thanks to experience, and growing together. And god, had they grown since that first night. A tad bit of a louder groan slips through his lips as he -surprisingly- slides into him with ease. If there's one thing that he'd learned about himself, is that he's much more vocal than he'd expected to be.

He doesn't pause. Instead, his hips are quick to pick up the pace, wet fingertips gliding up Yugyeom's spine before his fingers curl into his hair and give it a light tug.

@★ jungkook j。 . All he needs to hear is ‘trunks off’ to have him pulling away, and following his exact orders. There are shivers cascading down Yugyeom’s body, and it isn’t from the cold ( since the pool is heated, duh, Yug.). He shimmies a bit towards a more shallow part, able to bend himself over the edge of the pool, and pose, just for Jungkook.

Oh, right, trunks off. So maybe he didn’t follow his instructions to the T. Yugyeom quickly undoes his only source of decency, and shucks them off, waving his legs in the water to shake the piece of clothing off, and let it fall away. He’s still feeling the aftermath of Jungkook’s devilish, lovely piano fingers from this morning’s wake-up call, but that doesn’t always promise a quick slide inside. Jungkook is a tease, and a worshipper, all in one. He’s never seen anyone on their knees so much, and especially not for him ( even though he’s almost always on his knees, too, with his lover. ). “So,” he begins, arms pressing to the concrete once more.

“when’re you gonna get over here?” He muses, reaching down behind him and into the water. He’s shivering, already, and whispers they had some lube, but it should be easy enough, right? The slide inside, especially with the water. How weightless he feels, even, it makes him wonder, makes his toes curl. His bobs in the water, swollen and heavy, but still so weightless... He imagines with Jungkook holding his hips, his feet wont be touching the ground. Maybe he should just — grip the lip of the pool’s edge. They’re in the 4-foot section now, and that sounds a bit better.

@★ yugyeom k。 It's hot.

And Jungkook isn't thinking about the temperature outside. The male felt the light slap of his hardened shaft against his lower abdomen as his swim trunks were tugged down, causing his teeth to gently knock upon each other. The heat around them was more than welcoming, and honestly... he didn't even think about the possibility of other people seeing them. It felt like it was just them now, and they were in their rocket-ship. His gaze raises towards the door, then to the gate -- it's thrilling. His gaze slips back down to watch his lover, and his jaw is hanging ajar, just the slightest. He's watching how his mouth is wrapped around his hardened shaft, and he can hear the slight slurping sounds that he's unintentionally making... and holy , has he gotten good at this.

He felt like he was at the top of the world, in this moment. Like he was -- some sort of successful business man that worked at the top of the world's most extravagant building in the perfect city. He could picture himself wearing some suit for a black-tie event, where in public, he stood strong and intimidating. But when he was alone with Yugyeom, he'd fall to his knees and worship him. He'd never believed in a God, but if there was one, it was Yugyeom. And he was the only male that would ever make him drop to his knees. Jungkook raises a brow at the thought, maybe he should treat him to this..... sometime. Soon. He's soon tucking that fantasy into the back of his mind as he downs the wine so that he's able to set the glass aside, but he doesn't do so without releasing a slight hiss as the burn floats down his esophagus and into his tum. Jungkook's arm is still leaning back against the concrete, and his fingers are curling against it -- causing the slightest of scrapes to form against his knuckles.

"God, Yug." The male groaned. He's in bliss, pure bliss. His free hand has found it's way into Yugyeom's hair, offering the wet locks light tugs. His head leans back upon his shoulder, eyes falling closed while melodic moans slip through his tiers. Life couldn't get any better than this -- or so he thought. His toes curled at the pleasure, teeth bit into his lower lip with every attempt within him to not lose himself. But he was failing, and he was failing quickly. He's blindly reaching out for the wine bottle, just deciding to drink out of that instead of continuously pouring himself some wine. 'Mm?' The sound send shivers down his spine and -- well, there went every last second of sanity.

Jungkook is panting as his teeth graze along the top of the wine bottle, which he's still sipping from as he stares at Yugyeom and all of a sudden.... he's setting the bottle aside and his fingertips tap beneath Yugyeom's chin to nudge his sweet, sweet, grip off of him. "Trunks off, upper half on the concrete and out. Go on," He instructs, soon sliding into the pool once more.

@★ jungkook j。 At his go ahead, Yugyeom's fingers start to tug at his swim trunks, pulling them off partially, until they're just under Jungkook's knees, and he's able to really see what he wants. His lips trace kisses up and down his thigh, as he yanks off the rest of his shorts, and tosses them to the side. He vaguely sees them floating away in the water, but he's far too occupied with pressing kisses against his thighs, and trailing them up, and up until he's laying a kiss just on the tip of his . His hand makes his way to grip the base, gently holding as he works his lips around the tip. He wants his boy to relax, wants him to succumb to his desires and easily sip away, so he'll be more pliant for his needles.

For his first tattoo. It brings excitement to Yugyeom, because he can't wait, can't wait to sit with him, and really experience it with him. His glee shows in a slight hum, reverberating through his throat, and making the bit of suction around his head just that much more heated. It's dirty, how he sounds, whilst he lifts himself on his tiptoes and bobs his head between Jungkook's legs, as if no one could see them, when, if they wanted, they could peer out their windows and see everything. It makes him even more thrilled. Overzealous, in the sense that he surges forward, throat relaxing around , letting him slide fully in between his lips until his nose touches his pubic bone.

Yugyeom stays like this for a few seconds, throat burning, tears in his eyes, before pulling back, and gasping around his shaft. He lays kisses along the side, and glances up towards Jungkook, hoping he's enjoying this as much as he is. And he is. Getting off on the slight exhibitionism, on the rough feeling of his throat, how heavy his shaft is on his tongue.

Yugyeom grins, before ling the tip into his mouth, more kittenish, now, as he rests his cheek on Jungkook's thigh, and makes a 'mm?' sound towards him, as if asking him what he wants. And he wants to know what he wants. Wants to see him lose himself, because he's allowed to be vulnerable, and not be on his guard, Yugyeom wants him to feel that freedom, for it's the true bliss of their generation.

@★ yugyeom k。 Jungkook can feel the towel lightly brush against his back as Yugyeom drops it, and he reaches out to take it. Raising his hands, he uses the towel to brush over his hair - a tad bit roughly - just to towel dry it a little bit. He then pats it against his face to dry it, all before setting it back down behind him. "Why, thank you." He playfully speaks in english, attempting to use a British accent, but much to his avail, he failed. He takes the glass of wine and raises it to his nose, one of his hands leaning back onto the concrete behind him. It smells good, however, wasn't there a certain -- correct (?) way -- to drink wine? Something about... sniff, spin, sip? He had no idea.

One of his eyebrows perks upwards and he shrugs off the thought, tilting his head back to sip from the wine. Oof, it was good. "It's good." He expresses, only now noticing the kisses that's being trailed up his thigh. His hand holds the wine glass against his chest whilst peering down at the other male, his tongue peaking through his lips. Dear god, did he look magnificent from his view or what? Jungkook can't help but clench his jaw while feeling that familiar twitch of his , one that almost immediately raised his body heat.

"You may."

He returns, taking another sip from his drink. He raises his hips when, he guesses, the other male may need his assistance. His eyes are slightly hazed over, and it's a mix of lust, love, appreciation -- surely not alcohol, he was only two sips in, of course. But he wouldn't be surprised if he started feeling something soon. His toe gently nudges against Yugyeom's side, teeth sinking into his lower lip while the right corner of his lips twitch upwards. Honestly, Jungkook couldn't help but question his luck when it came to Yugyeom. If someone would have told him that this is where he would be a year ago -- , even a few months ago, he would've thought that the person was out of his mind. But, it was true when people said that the best things come unexpectedly. Like Yugyeom. He was his best thing. His world, his live. And he was so grateful for him.

@★ jungkook j。 He doesn't want to let go, especially after he's patted his bottom, and waved him off like nothing else. He lets out a small groan, and wades over towards the steps that lead out of the pool, watching as Jungkook lifts himself out, and -- Yugyeom's eyes immediately fall onto his arms, and he his lips. He'll never get enough of the other, that's for sure. He's quick to head inside now, though, making sure to grab a towel, and try to pat himself off as best as he can while he goes upstairs. He doesn't really need wine himself, so when he finds the bottle - a simple Rosé his mom adores ( she wont miss it, she has, like, 5. ) - he only grabs one glass, just for Jungkook.

He's back outside in a flash, dropping the towel and stepping over to Jungkook. He uncorks the wine bottle, using his teeth ( horrible idea ) to pull it out, before pouring Jungkook a small to start glass. Yugyeom's careful, though, and sets the bottle off to the side, away from them just in case they were to knock it over, before slipping into the pool. "Wine has been gotten, your liege." He muses, settling himself between Jungkook's legs, and resting his cheek on his thigh. His finger traces slight circles against his thigh, and he leans forward to press a few kisses up, pushing the edge of his shorts up as he goes.

Jungkook's a tempting man, surely. Just sitting here like this makes Yugyeom want to run his tongue over his happy trail, and make the man before him drunk on pleasure. Doesn't seem like a bad idea, to be fair. He looks up to him as he pushes himself up, some, leaning his arms against the tops of his thighs, and leans forward in his ascent of kisses. He's got that sinister glint in his eye again, as he looks up to Jungkook from under his lashes, and traces his fingers against the top of his trunks. "May I?" And though he asks, he's already starting to undo the laces that hold together the velcro of his swim trunks, knowing that it's going to be a yes.

And, really, he can't stop himself when he places kisses against the light thatch of hair that shows. So utterly in love with everything about him, right down to the way he trims himself. Really, can Jungkook get any more perfect?

@★ yugyeom k。 "We don't have to get out, the pool is finally warming up, so, let's get the wine out here?"

Thank god he wanted to get wine. Wine was the -- superior, of alcohol. It was so much better than beer, and god, he could never drink a can of beer, he knew that for sure. That's what his dad preferred, and that's surely what he'd refuse to ever drink. Plus, it smelled disgusting, and it tasted disgusting - from what he could remember. Wine, on the other hand, tasted sweet and it was romantic. "Is there some red wine?" Jungkook vows to himself to someday drink some red wine with Yugyeom overlooking the tuscan sunset. One day. And maybe one day they'll be at their own house, with their own pool and kids that they've adopted together.

....................Not like he was looking into that kind of stuff, pfft.

His gaze is full of admire and love as he looks at Yugyeom, one of his hands raising so that the pad of his thumb could gently glide against his eyelashes to catch the water droplets, then doing the same with the other eye. His lips are holding a soft smile as his hand is taken and pressed against the others' chest -- it caused his own heart to rapidly speed up, the butterflies setting free in his stomach and his cheeks are beginning to hurt from smiling so much. "Yeah, you do too." This time, Jungkook is taking Yugyeom's free hand and is pressing it right over his own heart. It was sweet. Yugyeom was sweet.

But then again, Yugyeom was everything to him. Perfect.

"Why don't you go get the wine, yeah?" He questions, pressing a finger beneath his chin while he leans in to steal another kiss. His other hand is under the water and patting his a few times before he detaches himself and swims to the edge of the pool. He sinks his head underwater one more time, hands raising to nudge his hair back before pulling himself out so that he could sit on the edge of the pool -- he lower half of his calves still nudging around in the cool water.

@★ jungkook j。 "I'll get you a little drunk then. Don't worry, baby." His fingers run against his cheek, the backs of his nails scraping across the barely there hairs of his recently shaved jaw. Yugyeom leans forward, and mouths kisses against the other's jaw, before pulling back to whisper a gentle 'I love you,' against his lips in return. His nose presses to his when he leans closer, and he steals kiss after kiss. "Do .. You wanna get out then?" He begins, cupping Jungkook's jaw and layering kisses down his cheek, towards his neck. He places a gentle kiss to his trapezium, before nipping.

"I'll go and grab some wine from the cabinet, a glass for you? We can .. Rest on my bed, or something. Or I can go grab the wine and bring it out here?" He's softer as he speaks, his words having a coquettish lilt to them, especially when he looks up towards Jungkook from under his lashes. He can't help it that being alone with him, or just being around him, brings the most primal urges from him. He's never .. Felt so strongly for someone, for so long. Jungkook is definitely right about the honeymoon stages --

And maybe Yugyeom's a bit more pressed because his mom has been hanging around more, after she'd seen the marks on his neck. She knew, and though she approved of Jungkook, he knows she's just a tad worried. He's had to reassure her, quite a few times recently, that it's more than meaningful, than what she's assumed, at first. So now that she's back to her regular schedule of being out all day, he's been meaning to jump Jungkook's bones. Especially with his high fences, and the privacy that they'll get. Maybe he's just an exhibitionist. Or maybe he's just so in love.

Probably the last two.

He can't help it. Yugyeom takes Jungkook's hand, after a moment, and brings his hand to his chest, much like how they had when they had first gotten together. "Y'know, you still make my heart race, and , like when we got together." He snickers, cheekbones dusting with pink, and rather bashful, despite the sinister look in his gaze.