❈ pool

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After exploring around the club, Taeyeob finds his way to the pool. It was a quiet night so a dip sounded pretty good. After taking a look around Taeyeob strips off his shirt and pants (leaving only boxers), setting the clothes aside before getting into the pool. He leans back into the water, closing his eyes and just floating, enjoying the relaxing time.

@— ✾ ⋰ jungkook j. (okay why did this turn out cuter than intended)

It usually took more than a couple buttons to send Jin into a reprimanding spell. After all, he’s soft on Jeongguk for several reasons. Being pushed around also wasn’t in his cards, though, and he knows his baby likes a challenge. While he adored their little cat and mouse game, it was also easy to slip into temptation when it came to a sweet round of kisses and teasing jabs.

Relaxing into the younger’s hold, his arms similarly came to snuggly wrap around Jeongguk’s waist. Those doe eyes would be the death him, much like a sailor naively drawn to the mystique of a siren and perishing before he even realized. Breathing in deeply, a dreamy exhale prefaces an equally tender gaze from the older. “Mm, sorry, love.” Had it already been ten days since his last visit? “You know I get lost in my work…” Once again, wanting orbs trailed up to pink lips and focused on the small mole beneath Jeongguk’s tiers to distract himself. “Forgive me?” The raspy request slipped as did a feathery kiss to his baby’s jawline.

@✻ ⋰ seokjin k. Jeongguk squeaks, his hands instinctively clutching Jin's shoulders as their position suddenly changes, barely registering the kiss- at least not until it's too late, just relaxing into it and, to his dismay, it's already over before it's even begun. His lips tingle, them instinctively and curling into an impish smile. "I dunno bout that..." He sighs, hands settling on Jin's chest, where he taps his fingers, pursing his lips as he 'ponders' the older man's question.

And there are times that Jeongguk would like to push Jin's buttons and be punished by his daddy(because - it's been so long since he last 'acted out', Jeongguk knows he's due for a temper tantrum), and he considers this for a moment but when he glances up at his daddy, notices him staring at his lips, Jeongguk feels like taking the simple, indulgent route.

"You're just so addictive, Daddy," his arms winding around Jin's neck as he presses his body flush against the other arms, blinking soft, doe-like eyes. "It's not my fault. Maybe you should be saying sorry to me for abandoning me for so long." It's been, like, a week, barely ten days, Jeongguk knows, but he still sports his hurt expression like a pro, gaze ducking low.

@— ✾ ⋰ jungkook j. (dw about the length, most of my replies are just jin's internal thoughts and background detail haha. Take it easy, fridays are for rest <3)

Of course Jeongguk didn't hate him. They were both well aware of that. And though he wouldn't admit it, he would be lonely without him. Jeongguk brought an ongoing spark to his life as well as a healthier balance to his days. Yet that's not what Seokjin says. "My art would suffer," he answers with a soft sigh, as if that's the only downside he would face.

No matter what he said, the older's somewhat cold shoulder easily melted at the kitten kisses beneath his jaw. The ticklish sensation had him smiling. Sitting up -and inadvertently bringing Jeongguk up with him in a small show of strength- Jin yanked the pearl forward by his stringy swimsuit and planted a kiss square on his lips that held a burning simmer behind it. "I know you don't hate me. You wouldn't be able to function without me... isn't that right, love?" Once again, /smug/. Whatever game they were playing, Jin was up for more with how he eyed Jeongguk's oh-so kissable lips.

@✻ ⋰ seokjin k. [] LMFAO KINK BUDDIES FJKNVAEF. also this is so short compared to urs rip im sorry i had a day at work and my brain is dead but i wanted to give u smth that i was at least happy w/

Victory.

Jeongguk's tongue is trapped between his teeth as he glances up at Seokjin through his lashes, fingers briefly pausing mid-roll.

"But why would you do that?" Jeongguk asks sweetly, his eyes sparkling with all things coy, the smile stretching across his lips is anything but innocent. "You'd be so sad and lonely without me," he says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, his eye roll just the cherry on top of this incredibly brilliant and intellectual(if he says so himself- which he does) question.

He holds himself up and stretches til he can press a warm kiss to the underside of Jins jawline, arousal curling deep within in his belly.

"'m sorry, Daddy," It's half-assed at best and downright disingenuous at worst, "for saying that I hate you. I promise I don't."

@— ✾ ⋰ jungkook j. (lol how is guk unveiling one of jin’s top kinks without even trying, true sugar baby magic)

Seokjin wasn’t one for relationships. It took a lot to tear his guard down and equally as much to captivate his attention. Even so, whatever dynamic Jeongguk managed to create for them worked just right. It was a connection filled with somewhat cruel teasing, riled up emotions, and a loving mix of reactions flaring from the older. He held a soft spot reserved just for his ‘baby,’ and no matter what he did, Jin seemed to always make exceptions when it came to Jeongguk. That didn’t mean he’d give in easily, though.

The pair were wasting away an afternoon together. Despite being at the basement level, Jin had a pair of blackout sunglasses on with his eyes peacefully shut behind the dark lenses. His work schedule hadn’t been too kind to him lately and his muse was running high lately, so there went his nights to designing. Coming to Venus would force him to put his work on hold for a short while. There was a 99% chance he’d start taking the incessant calls plaguing his phone had Jeongguk not been sat atop his lap. As much as Seokjin hated neglecting work, he could spare an hour or two to relax so long as his darling was the one distracting him.

That much was all too easy to do with how the younger was whining for his attention. Jeongguk had his ears, but not his full attention; the designer was still laid there, eyes shut and arms comfortably cradling the back of his head. Occasional hums rumbled in his throat whenever he felt Guk needed a response, but it was just that. Moving wasn’t in his cards for now unless it was to sip at his drink, much to Jeongguk’s dismay. The huffy baby was far too amusing to disturb, a small smile rising onto his lips the moment he felt a cheek press to his chest in defeat with a cute mumble of hatred.

Despite his blasé attitude, it wasn’t hard to get Jin riled up if you knew his ticks. For one, play was a big one. Really, anything to do with touching his pecs could get him restless. As expected, careless fingers toying with his paired with the baby-fied complaint /finally/ got Seokjin to lower his arms, one firm hand gripping Jeongguk’s waist while the other removed his sunglasses in favor of staring down at the pearl with a smirk that spelt out just how smug he truly was.

“You hate me, hm? Should I stop coming to see you? And here I was, about to make your afternoon worth it.”

@✻ ⋰ seokjin k. [] take two dkdndkdk I’m canon’inf this particular encounter as a few months into their partnership; maybe not official sugar but he’s defs calling Jin daddy by now lmfao

Jin was the most annoying er in the world.

(Read: Jungkook was very, very into him.)

Because Jin seems loves to make Jungkook work for it. He’ll indulge, sometimes, if Jungkook bats his eyelashes and can prove that he’s been especially good since the last time they saw each other(it’s usually lies- Jungkook promising no, daddy, I didn’t touch myself, I didn’t around with that other man, I swear! But it doesn’t really matter.), but other times; like now, he’s infuriating, and Jungkook is playing his part perfectly.

They’re currently stretched out across a lounge bed in the basement pool; Jungkook perched perfectly on Jins lap, in nothing more then a set of strings pretending to be a bathing suit, palms flat against his daddy’s bare stomach as he hovered above him, eyes narrowed, obviously annoyed.

They wouldn’t be Jungkook and /daddy/ if daddy wasn’t the epitome of refined class, ignoring desperate pleas for attention and Jungkook didn’t paw for him like a cat in heat.

Doesn’t mean he didn’t love it.

“Plleeaasssee,” Jungkook whines, drawing out every syllable as he pouts at Jin, frustration pouring out of every pore of his body “just for a few minutes, daddy, I’m just dyin’” he’s being dramatic, obviously, but Jin hasn’t so much as indulged in the fact that he has a very eager, very man since said man(aka Jungkook) has perched himself right onto his lap; the half empty martini glass sitting on the side table has seen more tongue action from Jin then Jungkook has, he seethes, definitely not jealous over a stupid inanimate object. He doesn’t even want them to have for s sake(although he wouldn’t say no, Jin has masterful fingers), he just wants him to molest his mouth, is that too much to ask?

Jungkook huffs when he receives a bare minimum acknowledgement, feeling decidedly put out, laying himself across Jins bare chest, head resting on his pec, idly playing with his daddy’s (with no intention behind it; definitely not.)

“I hate you,” he says, utterly miserable.

@✻ ⋰ lea h. He would hardly pride himself with the knowledge of every single client they served here at the lounge, but he had never seen /this one/ around. Or if he had, she had been nothing but forgettable and his mind had deleted both her name and her face from his memory in the blink of an eye, probably in favor of storing away the names and desires of his regulars. Or the ones he tried to avoid.

Maybe he should put her on the list, too.

With a small snort, he straightened, twirling the now empty tray in his hold so he could wedge it between his arm and torso, eyes trained on the paper umbrella that now uselessly tumbled away across the tiles, surely for him to pick up, sooner or later. Did these people really think the world belonged to them?

"No", he replied with a shake of his head, sending her a smile that was as fake as it was hiding the shark beneath the surface, teeth flashing as he made his way over to the fallen decoration to pluck it off the ground and push it behind his ear. "What I do all day is figuring out what people want and need and giving it to them. And, well serving lonely gentlemen and ladies, who can't take the hint that summer left them like their ex husband and wife. And some think I'm a dog, apparently. I shall add that to my list, Miss. Anything else on the menu that would tickle your fancy today?"

@✾ ⋰ jeno l. she couldn't ing wait for summer to be over. the blazing sun beating down on her pale sensitive skin, the sweltering neverending heat, the exasperatingly long days. nothing about it felt truly natural. as if the woman's soul were lost at sea, unable to return until the leaves turned from vibrant green into demure orange. autumn was only the beginning of all her desires. yet here she was outside by the pool lounging on a chair beneath a shady umbrella, her curvy body clad in a rather tight fitting red bikini that demanded as much attention as a stop light. she just couldn't stand being in the stuffy crowded depths of the lounge, where every corner was shrouded in shadows and mystery. out here she could breathe a little, gather her thoughts, try to figure out just what fresh hell she's stumbled into.

as her order suddenly comes into view presented so perfectly by none other than a handsome face, lea's first instinct was to grab that silly little umbrella and slowly glide the wet stick along her extended tongue. the taste of vodka lightly stings upon her buds with delight, sighing with satisfaction before carelessly flicking the umbrella away and slipping the glass into her hand. the waiter's lingering gaze is not lost on her as she lowered her dark sunglasses to get a better look at him in return; sharp jawline, welcoming smile, even a flirty wink for her pleasure. it all felt so perfect, so... fake.

"stay," lea commanded the man with a strong stern tone, one leg elegantly crossing over the other as she sipped on her cocktail deep in thought. the entire venus lounge reeked of false pretenses. everyone wore a mask that hid their true selves, only there to serve another's own dark selfish desires it seemed. something lea understood all too well. and she was determined to figure out exactly what, or who, was hiding beneath that mask. "is this what you do all day? serving drinks to lonely gentlemen and ladies who can't take a hint that it's time to put the swimwear back into their drawers?"

@✻ ⋰ lea h. Fall was, arguably, Jeno's favorite season. Perhaps it spoke volumes of who he was - a softie at heart, /she/ would have called him - but there was just something about cozy sweaters and cozy warm drinks, that made reality a little less jarring. It also meant, he wasn't sweating his balls off during the day, whenever he managed to drag the empty cage of bones he called his body, out of bed and into the lounge. Or even outside of it, if he felt like it.

But most people refused to let summer go. It was as if they were all clinging to that version of themselves they all thought they turned into, whenever they were able to wear short sleeves and shorts. Get your summer body in thirty days, you can add the personality on top of it too, if you'd like! And then people weren't letting go of it, clung to the sun and the heat like they would shrivel up and die as soon as the days got shorter. It was one of the reasons Jeno bemoaned his fate of being on tiki bar shift more often than not. Serving people by the pool wasn't one of his favorites, although it did have a couple upsides, too.

"Your drink, Miss", he smiled as he bent down to present the sleek black tray to the young woman who had ordered the colorful drink. They had even added a paper umbrella on top of it, just to hammer it home that it was still summer and they wouldn't be sipping chai lattes any time soon. "One on the beach, right to order."
He added a small wink just for the of it, internally rolling his eyes at himself as his smile wobbled around the edges, his eyes flitting down her curvy, pretty body just fleetingly, for a single second or two.