we the mess

Your hushed, pathetic protest was mumbled through tangled tongues, both desperate for more than a hasty kiss. God, he loved swallowing your whispered moans, each one whinier than the last as he licked into your mouth and across your warm cheek. You were a mess when he found that sweet spot just below your ear, tethering the first knot in your stomach to the blood rushing to your core, fingers needing something to hold.

“Why not?” 

You could hear the smirk in Jungkook’s retort as you tugged his head from your neck – pulling a guttural, almost pleasurable sound from the smiling assassin attached to your fistful of jet-black curls.

“Because you can’t control yourself.” 

“Who said anything about me?”

Jungkook punctuated his question with a heavy, tattooed hand gliding across the soddened silk between your thighs, his fingertips teasing every last nerve ending as he pressed his forehead to yours. He was a vision of sin when you dared to look; the dark doe-eyes, the glimmering silver lip ring taunting and a slight blush washing across his dimpled cheeks. The sight stoked the perilous fire that deeply burned for him. A roguish smile and a satisfied hum rumbled in his chest when he felt the reaction he’d caused.

“Hmm, isn't that interesting. Maybe I'm not the only one with self-control issues…”

“Not nearly as bad as you.” 

Jungkook rolled his eyes, unable to hold back an amused chuckle; "But you love it when I'm bad."

You were foolish to think he believed a word you were saying, so pliantly at his mercy when he plunged out of sight, admiring his fore-play handy work. Jungkook hiked up the hem of your short skirt and carelessly tugged down the silk soaked thread that had him salivating like a feral dog. He left them loosely hanging around your knees, down just enough to feel the brisk, city breeze and far enough for him to nestle his precious face between your thighs.

“Kook, baby… This is a bad idea…”

It was muscle memory the way your back arched off the brick wall and hips rotated towards Jungkook’s warm mouth – legs spread, hands trying to leverage some ounce of control as he licked into your folds, sucking the sensitive bud of nerves nestled between into his soft lips. The sensation of his affection and your pleasure sliding down his throat and on the inside of your thighs inspired a chorus of moans that echoed into the silent night – the only thing keeping the public from bearing witness to your sinful act was the emergency exit door Jungkook had lured you through only moments before. 

The fear that anyone could find you like this vanished the moment he spat messily over his long, slender fingers; the only thing connecting him to you were strings of spit dangling from his filthy mouth.

“Still a bad idea?” Jungkook was devilishly pleased with himself when you glanced down – the pleasure stitched between your eyebrows and a swollen bottom lip thoroughly answered his question.

“No, no – this was a great idea… oh my god keep doing that…” Your breathing was ragged and drawn from burning lungs as his middle finger teased your slick hole, edging your high with an evil grin.

“Ride my fucking face, pretty girl… Let me taste it.”

You were going to fucking lose it.

Jungkook dove back in; raucous spluttering and choking groans coming from the man devouring you like a melting popsicle on a sweltering summers day, paired with how fucking good it felt having his tongue circling your clit, had you whining and writhing on his tongue like a woman possessed – flat, firm and served up on a silver platter. He had to watch as the knots he’d tangled in the pit of your stomach unravelled, showering you with muffled praise while the soft baby curls tickling the nape of his neck were savaged by your grabby hands. 

The incoherent pleads of mercy sounded like a foreign prayer to Jungkook as he held you firmly in his grasp, tongue lapping unrelentingly. Cruelly – any longer you thought you may never reach it, unfairly denied until the restless pants and murmurs of blasphemy ascended into temporary bliss, blinded by the numbing pleasure as you dragged your languid hips over his taste buds, one, two, three times – wringing out every last drop and then some.

Jungkook was a mess of moans as he finished you off, curls and eyes wild beyond recognition when he finally rose from between your aching thighs – his dribble and your sweetness coated his chin and thick neck; even the blushed tip of his nose glowed under the streetlight above, lips raw and curved in a fucked out grin.

“You are so baaaad, baby,” He teased, earning a soft smack to the chest before he brushed his warm hand over your cheek and leaned down for a kiss. Tasting yourself on his lips and inhaling the smell of sex fused with his spiced aftershave was love personified. Jungkook was so many things; boyish and sloppy; fun and goofy – and the only man who could make you come just by using his mouth. He was also unequivocally, heartbreakingly, head over heels in love with you.

“That's why you love me.” 

The sound of your laughter echoing through the otherwise abandoned laneway, wrapped up in his warm leather jacket, only reiterated that this was his best-worst idea ever.

“Always, baby. It’s the comfiest hoodie ever and I know how much effort you put into making them amazing for the fans…” Jungkook’s grin became even wider as you spoke – if that were even physically possible.

“Also–" You paused and sucked in a deep breath, "I was gonna wait until you were here but the package was addressed to both of us so I may have accidentally opened some samples we got from calvin kleeeein,” You sheepishly jumped up from your desk, showing off the recently delivered bikini briefs that you couldn’t wait to try on.

"How cute do they look?!"

You were proud of BTS and Jungkook’s professional accomplishments and creative projects but you’d particularly enjoyed his campaign for Calvin Klein… for obvious reasons. 

“I was not prepared for this!" He gasped before narrowing his tired eyes and lowering his raspy voice, "Damn, you look so good…” He drawled, clearly enjoying the view.

“What else you wearing?”

Jungkook knew he was testing his luck, eyebrows suggestively wiggling, knowing very well how late it was where you were but here he was, clinging to the hope that you missed him like he missed you. Your soft skin, your lips, the way you looked wrapped around him, moaning his name into his neck. You were the singular thought that consumed him always, but especially now.

You flipped him the middle finger and grabbed your laptop before plonking down in your messy bed. It was hard to find the motivation to do anything when Jungkook was away. Some days were easier than others and some were just simply shit. Today was one of those days.

“That is absolutely none of your business because you're not here,” You retorted, pout present and prominent on your sullen face.

You didn't mean it to sound snarky, because you missed him desperately – to the point where you hadn't slept properly in weeks, but the tone definitely wasn't jovial. Jungkook had sensed the growing resentment that had been festering away during your last couple of calls together. Each one getting more and more... depressing.

So he sighed and sunk further back into the couch, eyes softening from playful to serious, knowing how fucking horrible it was being away for this long. “You know I’d be there–"

“If you could be… I know,” You finished his sentence in a whisper, a sentence that was all too familiar lately.

He was working harder than ever, pushing himself to breaking point for the tour and you worried. Not just about his physical health but his mental health too. You'd aired your concerns about his unattainable workload late one night, when you were both at your wits' end – definitely not your best timing. And naturally, it ended in a fight. It was the worst fight the two of you had ever experienced as a couple and you vowed then to swallow your feelings going forward.

And so here you were, putting on a smile, hoping that Jungkook – your twin flame – wouldn't notice how miserable you really were. Wishful thinking.

“It’s only a week until you’re back so I can’t complain too much.”

“You can complain all day, every day, baby. Don’t hide how you’re feeling because of me. I can handle it,” He firmly reassured with a sweetness to his voice that made you feel at home, at ease.

"I love you." Your heart always skipped a beat when he affirmed his love for you, those three little words holding so much power and so much hope.

You paused for a second to take in the man on your screen. The weary smile he offered and sleepy doe-eyes were glowing under the Madrid sun. His freckled, sun-kissed cheeks made him seem healthy and rested but you could see the circles darkening under his sweet eyes – a tell-tale sign that he was due for a break. You missed the way he launched his entire body onto yours when he laughed, somehow finding your worst joke the funniest he'd ever heard. And when your hands subconsciously clasped together while you watched a movie, just like when you first started dating always made your heart flutter.

He was the embodiment of sexy. Everything he did had you feeling a certain way and even now, thousands of miles away, he had you regretting your decision to turn down his offer to fly you out to Spain for the week.

How could you be so stupid.

“I love you too but I don’t think you can handle it, is the thing…” You countered back, raspy voice and bottom lip secured between your front teeth, “I have a really long list of complaints written down here, each one naughtier than the last.”

“Uh-oh,” Jungkook slyly replied through gritted teeth, shuffling on the couch with a smirk dancing on his lips, “Wanna tick off a couple of those complaints with me now or do I have to wait until I’m home?”

He hesitantly asked the question, praying he might get a taste of what was to come but you simply shrugged and placed down your laptop, “You might wanna close those curtains behind you, lover boy.”

Jungkook was up like a shot, dumping his phone – and you, on the couch as he frantically rushed around his apartment, doing as you asked. He didn’t care about how desperate he looked, hell – you’d had him on his knees begging for it so many times before. The ‘playing it cool’ phase of your relationship was over and now you could be exactly who you wanted to be – unadulterated deviants.

And you loved it.

“Alright – lemme just turn this off,” He mumbled before the living room ascended into darkness, making your eyebrows furrow with curiosity.

“What are you doing?” You asked, a little confused until it dawned on you, “Are you setting the mood for yourself?”

All of sudden you were back upright in Jungkook’s hand, immediately noticing his flushed face and cheeky grin before his voice dropped an octave – almost as if he was telling you his deepest, darkest secret.

“Well– if you must know, I was going to… take care of myself if you know what I mean… and then you called so this is way, way, way better,” He admitted with a cocky smile, shuffling himself forward on the couch and quickly swiping a book so he could prop his phone up, going handsfree.

“What were you going to watch?” You asked while pulling your hair out of the tight claw-clip that was giving you a headache, never failing to notice his adam's apple bounce around his throat as he chuckled – the glimpse of embarrassment quickly replaced by an upwind of confidence.

“Dunno actually,” He shrugged and clasped his hands behind his neck, watching every little reaction he could pull from you with great intrigue, “Probably would’ve messaged you for a recommendation. You know what I like.”

Your skin always tingled at the thought of Jungkook watching... videos. He was a visual guy, someone who needed something to get him off and because you were physically apart so much, it was only fair that he took it upon himself sometimes. More often than not he could get you on the phone, spurring him on with the filthiest moans imaginable but if not, a little bit of a helping hand never hurt anybody. In fact, you kind of liked the idea of him moaning your name while he watched other people fuck. Maybe it was twisted, but it turned you on.

“Always happy to help you in your hour of need, honey.” 

You’d activated your sultry voice and the lip bite he loved so much, noticing Jungkook’s hands that were now in his lap, ever so slightly flinch at your words, fidgeting with anticipation and wanting to touch himself so badly it hurt. But he knew better than to start without you.

“Cute that you think I’d last an hour – I may not even clock a couple a minutes with the way you’re looking at me right now,” He practically groaned, throat drying up and eyes darting across his screen, “I wanna see you properly, honey. I miss you so much.”

“Oh, really?” You taunted lowly and began peeling off your hoodie, leaving you in nothing but your freshly delivered bikini briefs. You knew how much he missed you because you felt the exact same way, but where was the fun if you weren't teasing him just a little bit.

“What do you miss exactly?”

Jungkook’s words hitched in his throat when he tried to speak. He’d seen you like this so many times before, yet there was still a nervous chill that ran down his spine. It must’ve been cold back home, he thought when he saw a trail of goosebumps erupting across your soft, supple skin, the light of your laptop perfectly illuminating your blushed and hardening nipples. Either you were cold or you were as turned on as he was. That thought alone sent his mind into overdrive.

“What a sight for sore eyes, you are my love – holy shit.” 

You stifled a giggle and sat back against the head of your bed, hands cupping your breasts and fingertips every so gently rolling your nipples between them, igniting that dormant knot deep inside your stomach. It was subtle but you could already feel it building as his hands pressed firmly down in his lap, grey track pants covering what you craved to feel – or at the very least to see.

“I wanna see my tattoo, baby – that always turns me on,” You moaned in reply, encouraging your unbelievably beautiful boyfriend to strip for you. 

Of course he indulged you and angled his hips up so he could pull down his pants, revealing that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath – and there they were; your initials black, bold and forever etched into his taut thigh, hidden in the shape of a red heart and nestled amongst his other colourful works of art. The letter J was hidden on your ribs and surrounded by a delicate honeysuckle flower; a symbol of his eternal love.

You would fly to the moon and back for that man, souls connected for life, but in that moment, all you cared about was how outrageously hot he looked standing naked in his hotel room, smiling from ear to ear. He loved himself sick but somehow, over all the ego and boyishness, you loved him even more.

“Wow, commando and already hard for me. How did I get so lucky?”

Jungkook kicked off his pants and flung himself back down on the couch before gripping his cock in his hand, tattooed fingers tightly constricting as he tapped on his screen to bring you back up, “Because you’re really hot.”

A soft moan slipped from his throat as he brushed his thumb over the pre-cum dripping from his tip, “fuuuck,” He mumbled and threw his head back against the couch, “You’re gonna have to catch up ‘cause I’m struggling over here already.”

You gave him a knowing nod and followed suit by ridding yourself of your underwear, teasingly licking your fingertips and trailing them down your stomach. You could see Jungkook peeking through hooded eyes, not being able to control the urge to look but immediately grimacing when he watched your fingers slip between your thighs, hearing a mumbled, yet deep moan in your airpods as you softly gasped from the sensation.

His hand was slowly rolling up and down his stiff cock, eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he tried to formulate a sentence. He was losing his grip and as much as he hated rushing the process, needed you to hurry it along if you wanted to ride out the high together.

He whispered your name, gently dragging your attention away from how good your fingers felt and back to him again, “Use the thing I bought you. You know? The black one.”

“Really?”

“Fuck yeah.” Jungkook breathed and slowed down his pace significantly, patiently waiting for you to get to where he was, “I wanna see those pretty eyes rolling so far into the back of your head that you’re seeing stars for days.”

If you weren’t already soaked to the core, you were now. Before one of Jungkook’s many trips overseas, he had the genius idea of buying you a vibrator. He needed you to feel good without him and wanted to make sure you were satisfied when he couldn’t be there to do it himself. Naturally, it was a huge hit with you and it slowly became a tradition – every time he went away on business or on tour, he would buy you a little something before he left. 

The most recent gift he’d given you was probably his best one yet – a discretely designed, black clit stimulator that got you from zero to one hundred in a matter of seconds. It was a fucking miracle worker and even Jungkook, who always had you screaming bloody murder, was a little jealous of what it could do. But he'd grown to love it as much as you did – especially when he had you overstimulated and clenching around his cock, begging for mercy.

“This thing is so good that I could literally cum just by looking at it.”

You were half-joking as you leaned over and rummaged around in your draw of goodies, looking for the one he had suggested. They were never far from your reach whenever he was away, or when he was home to be perfectly honest. You never knew when they would be called upon in the heat of the moment – but right now you were buzzing with excitement.

Your eyes had to readjust to the brightness of your screen again and you noticed Jungkook still stiff as a rock in his palm, guzzling a glass of water to quench his thirst while he waited, “Watching you use that vibrator lives rent free in my head and fuck me, it’s a sight.”

“Nothing gets me off better than you do, baby. That damn tongue of yours has me screaming way louder than this thing ever has,” You praised your man and positioned your phone back up on your bedside table.

It wasn't the most comfortable angle having to crane your neck on your pillow to see him build back up to where he was before this unexpected intermission. But you were tired and too desperate for that sweet, sweet release to care. 

“I’ve been witness to you finishing with both, and the toy wins easy,” He hummed, “I’m not mad about it though – whatever's gonna get you there is all that matters to me. Actually, speaking of…” He paused and leaned closer to his phone.

“I’m not fuckin' around at 4 in the morning just to see the side of your head, as gorgeous as it may be. I’m gonna need you to spread it out for me before we start this up again honey, c'mon now,” He playfully ordered and clapped his hands together with a devilish smile.

“Chop, chop.”

How he could be silly, yet so astonishingly sexy at the same time was a mystery. Even after all this time – you still didn’t have an answer.

“Alright, James Cameron. What are we doing here?” You teased back and rearranged yourself and your pillows, eternally aspiring to make his viewing experience gold class worthy.

“Oooo,” Jungkook purred, “A Titanic role-play would be so hot. But I’mma be rose, obviously,” He quipped with a knowing smirk. You threw your head back with a raspy laugh as you traced your fingers down between your shaky thighs, lazily spreading your wetness around.

“Obviously." You winked, "It would be an honour to paint you like one of my French girls darling,” You bantered back, licking your lips and switching your toy onto its first, delicious setting. 

As soon as you hovered it above your swollen clit, you knew you were a goner. And that feeling was only intensified when you managed to open your eyes and see Jungkook watching you intently, a small smile tugging on the corners of his glistening lips. 

“Gonna feel so good, baby.”

“I’m not gonna last long.”

“Same,” He groaned before he licked his palm and resumed his tight grasp around what you could only imagine was now his furiously throbbing cock. “But I’m right here – wishing I was there – fucking you so good.”

“No one does me better than you do, Kookie.”

It was only a few beats before a loud whine slipped past your chapped, parted lips, the whirring of your toy rapidly ripping moan after moan from your dry throat. Jungkook chuckled through his pleasure, chewing on his lip ring and willing himself to hold on until he could see you were close – but every vision of you making yourself cum made it so much harder for him to get a grip.

“Let it do all the work for you, honey. Just hold it there like I do when I’m filling you up. making you shake,” Jungkook whispered the last part of his sentence and got exactly what he needed in return.

“Oh god, I want to feel you so bad, baby–”

You were groaning. loudly. But even in your overstimulated haze, you did as you were told, the intense vibrations sending you into a complete state of ecstasy. As hard as it was to push through the urge of losing total control of your body, you never pulled away, feeling like you were about to float off into space, never to be seen again. Holding, holding, holding. Unrelenting.

“I – fuck, it just feels so,” Sharp gasp.

“Fucking,” Deep breath.

“Good.” And you were coming. Hard.

“That’s my girl,” Jungkook sighed and let the groans tumble from his throat, reams of his own pleasure spilling out onto his stomach and even as far as his thumping chest, "That's fuckin' it – damn." 

It was a mess worth making, he thought to himself every time. To see you laid back, spread out, twitching from the feeling of pure bliss was worth every scrap of clean up he’d have to do – he could look at you like that for the rest of his days. Completely spent.

“How are you feeling over there?” Jungkook’s crackling voice broke the comfortable silence as he watched you curl up and close your legs, blush roaring red across your naked body as you took in his sweet smile and his own glistening chest. 

“Fantastic,” You smiled and wiped your watery eyes, “Definitely seeing stars,” You flirted, recounting his words from only minutes earlier and finally taking a moment to drink him in.

“I love seeing you like this.”

“Like what?” He asked, curious.

“Soft... sweaty and sticky. It’s a close second for me.”

“Second to what?”

“Your handsome face between my legs… or when you cook. Funnily enough, both of those things make me feel the exact same way about you,” You pondered out loud, making Jungkook laugh at how absurd that sounded to him.

“Hold up,” He interrupted your rambling, “Me cooking gives you the same feeling as when I’m eating you out? That can’t be right – I’m doing something horribly wrong then!” Now it was your turn to watch him try and process your words, brows scrunching together in deep thought as he scrambled for it to make sense.

You shrugged, “Pretty much. You look stupidly sexy doing both.”

A 'wow' was all Jungkook could muster as he watched you roll over naked in your shared bed and reach for the hoodie you’d thrown on the floor for dramatic effect earlier, “None of what you just said makes sense but what I do know is that nothing looks as sexy as you do in that hoodie.”

“Steady on, Jeon. It’s starting to feel like deja vu,” You playfully teased and straightened your back against the bedhead again, avoiding a full-circle moment.

“So anyways, where were we before you whipped your dick out?” You paused and Jungkook scoffed out a loud laugh, wondering what the hell you were on about before you gasped.

“Ah! I remember – Calvin Klein! So…”

And off you went on your tangent about how cute the underwear they had sent you both were while he dragged himself up from his couch and into the cold shower that he so desperately needed. He laughed along, ranted along and passively agreed with everything you were saying. He loved you and he loved listening to your inner dialogue that always seemed to make an appearance whenever you were over tired, which you were.

“You need to sleep, baby. I’ll call you in the morning,” Jungkook sweetly said before glancing at the world clock on his phone, “Well, it’s already tomorrow where you are too but you know what I mean… Go have beautiful dreams about your amazing boyfriend and his massive–”

“Stoooop!” You interrupted and rolled your eyes for the millionth time, “I will by the way. It’s all I’m with you for.”

Jungkook couldn't help but laugh out loud at your definitely 100% truthful confession and nearly shook his head off his own shoulders as he composed himself – he had really lucked out with this one, he thought to himself.

“You are so bad, my girl.”

“You made me this way.”

He wriggled his eyebrows and blew you a kiss, “You bet I did. Love ya, honey. Sweet dreams.”

“Sweet dreams, Kookie.”

But then you showed up in those cute jeans; it was all by coincidence and he was in trouble from the very beginning. He liked you. A lot. And you liked him but that one night on a breezy street corner in London had changed his perspective. Skewed beyond recognition, because now he had someone to miss. Someone who influenced his happiness, his contentment and that was you. You had snapped up a spot in his cold, precious heart that he had guarded, locked away safely so he didn’t have to wake up to that sinking feeling in his gut, or look at his phone and have his mood drop when he didn't see your name in his notifications.

Yoongi was forlorn without you and even though it made him sick to the stomach that he had ended up like this, deep down he loved it. He took the good with the bad; any chance to hear your voice made it worthwhile and much to your surprise, you felt the same. Infatuated and swept up in this new romance.

“Why not? If you give me a really good answer, I’ll stop asking,” Yoongi bartered with a low growl as he trudged around his hotel room, kicking articles of clothing towards his empty suitcase in an attempt to clean up the mess he’d made over the last couple of days.

“Well for starters I have this thing called a job… I have responsibilities and I have my houseplants – you know how much they mean to me.”

A small smirk tugged on the corners of your mouth when Yoongi rolled his eyes, brow quirked. Even the shaky camera was able to capture his disdain for your answer but he quickly bounced back, knowing that he wasn’t completely out of the fight if it was a couple of replaceable pot plants keeping you from dropping everything to see him. Surely he meant more than that.

“You love me way more though.”

“Definitely not,” You scoffed playfully and adjusted the loose, somewhat revealing top you'd been sleeping in before this late night call, “But I do miss you a tiny bit…”

Yoongi’s frown softened at your confession, one he’d been patiently waiting to hear. “I miss you too,” he sighed and walked into what looked like a bathroom, carefully balancing the phone on a shelf beside the mirror. 

He was an enigma the night that you met him; a friend of a friend of a friend, someone had said when introducing the two of you at a swanky restaurant in the heart of the city. You had wondered why there was a last minute invite sent your way that afternoon, until your friend explained that her new work friend wanted to show their friends who had just flown in from Korea a good time. It was a confusing web of acquaintances but you agreed, knowing that whatever she had organised would be worthwhile attending.

Little did you know that their friends were international pop stars and members of arguably the biggest boyband in the world. A small but important detail, you thought, as you looked down at the ripped baggy jeans you’d thrown on in a rush. They were exactly as you’d expect - stupidly handsome and painfully polite. You were introduced to a Namjoon and a Jimin first before he stepped forward - those dark, feline shaped eyes were shy at first, before offering a smile and gently grasping your hand to shake.

“I’m Yoongi… My English is very bad.” Okay, this guy is cute. 

Suddenly you didn’t care about your poor fashion choices or that your friend failed to mention who was on the guest list. And Yoongi made a mental note to book in with his English teacher first thing tomorrow. Everyone seemed to disappear once the two of you pulled up a seat at the long table and muddled through conversation, drawn together.

“See something you like? …”

Yoongi’s sweet voice pulled you out of your daydreaming and snapped your eyes back to your screen. You cleared your throat and tucked a couple of stray hairs behind your ear as you watched him change out of his Lakers shirt; his muscles contracting caught your attention, perfectly sculpted under smooth, soft skin. Beneath all the shyness and sarcasm, he was sexy. And it was taking everything in your power not to give in and book a plane ticket to New York as soon as possible.

“Nothing in particular but I do like that shirt,” You deflected with a smirk, wanting nothing more than to be crawling your lips all over his skin, tasting the cool mint mouthwash he was swirling and spitting out in quick succession.

“Might have to steal it when I see you next.”

“Which will be…?” He teetered off, hoping for sooner rather than later but you simply shrugged and closed your eyes, exhaling so deeply that a whistle rang through your nostrils.   

Yoongi could tell you were battling internally with the idea, knowing that you wanted to see him just as much as he ached to see you. It’d been too long and with your situationship being so new, so hot – he was desperate to lock in a time or at least have a crumb to cling onto if nothing else. But he needed to be gentle, patient while you worked through all of the metaphorical plates spinning in your head.

“You can steal all of my shirts when you get here,” He sweetly stated, his attention fully focused on your solemn expression, “Look, what day suits you the best and I’ll work around that.”

He was serving the ball in your court now, with the promise of taking care of everything else so you didn’t even have to think about it. Make the fleeting decision and the rest will be sorted. Except for the glaringly obvious hurdles you’d have to jump over to get the time off work.

“Maybe Saturday…”

“Annniiii,” Yoongi pouted at your response, “I’ll be busy all day Saturday.”

“Doing what?” You teased; lip firmly gripped between your front teeth as Yoongi rolled his eyes and ran his fingers through his dark, messy hair. 

“Rehearsal and concert,” He grumbled and titled his head back, chin and jawline tensed as he groaned loudly into the dark bedroom he was sitting in, “Come on – I’m desperate and you’re not here to help me… It's not fair.”

“Oh, so you just want me for sex?”

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed and a small smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he planned his next move, “No,” He sheepishly whispered, “But also not no… But definitely not just for sex – promise.” Cheeky fucker.

You hummed, “Just so we’re clear, I’d just be coming out for the sex. Nothing more than that – can’t stand you, actually. Absolutely gross.”

Not even a beat passed before the gummiest, sweetest grin swept across Yoongi’s blushing  cheeks; his low belly laugh tingling in your ears. Next came the pointed middle finger perfectly framed on your screen while you sat back and relished in making him smile like that. It had been a tough couple of months putting out the new record, the strain of it all living between his eyebrows. It was nice to see him happy. 

“So what I’m hearing is that you’re coming out… I’m booking you a ticket right now so keep an eye out for the email, jagiya.”

Jagiya. Your Korean wasn’t great but you’d seen enough K-dramas to know what that meant.

“Honey?” You asked, eyebrow quirked with intrigue.

“Shit, sorry…” Yoongi cursed under his breath, cheeks reddening as he clicked away on his phone, “It slipped out. Is it bad?”

You shook your head and balanced your chin on your knuckles, “No, I like it – makes me feel like we’re more than just strangers fucking around.”

“Oh yeah? And is that something you want to feel or?” 

Now he was just being cocky.

It was your turn to roll your eyes and scowl, “Don’t push it, jagiya.”

“You can’t go calling me that with that tone and not be naked in my bed right now… You are killing me.” His voice was strained, eyes dark.

You simply smiled and winked, “I will be soon.” earning a strangled groan from the beautiful, pixelled man of your dreams. 

“Neo ttaemune jukgetda.” I will die because of you.

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It was raining in New York when you landed; the red eye flight caused your eyes to flutter close as you slumped in the back seat of the cab, silent. Bright headlights from the heavy traffic flashed behind your eyelids as the driver slowly made his way through the city streets, stopping every two seconds for pedestrians. Every part of your body ached after the tenuous eight hour flight, sleep slowly creeping in but the city was so beautiful. You were entranced by the colourful lights and the way people moved through the streets, even at 3 in the morning. 

Yoongi had messaged you the hotel address and let you know he’d left his spare key card for you downstairs at reception. You shyly asked the attendant for the card he left, feeling a little dirty at the insinuation that you were there for a good time, not a long time. A thought entirely in your own head as the young lady gave you a polite smile and sent you on your way.

Because of Yoongi’s efforts to go above and beyond making your journey as stress-free as possible, you hadn’t bothered messaging him when you landed or even checked to make sure he was at the hotel. Only having carry-on gave you the freedom to jump off the plane and into a cab – no time to really think about the logistics that you had been reassured were taken care of. All you could think about was the instinctual pull you felt to get to him as quickly as you could.

Maybe you should’ve messaged and given him the heads up. Instead, you tiptoed through the long hallway, past the large lounge room and kitchen that was twice the size of yours back home. It was massive and as expected, exuding luxury. You could tell from the facetime yesterday that he was living large in the penthouse suite, indulging in all the lavish things life as a global pop star promised. It was too much but you weren’t complaining when you touched the plush robes hung up on the back of the bedroom door or when you saw how huge, and enticing the bed was.

You let your mind wander to the possibility that maybe, just maybe you could get used to this but as soon as that thought emerged, you flicked it away. The gentle sound of running water echoing drew your attention to the door on the other side of the room, closed and most likely locked for privacy, or so you assumed.

Your feet were gliding towards the sound, hand reaching for the handle before your brain had even registered what you were doing. Impatience and temptation were fuelling all of your movements as you clicked open the door and let out a cloud of steam, warmth instantly hitting your face as you took a couple of steps over the threshold.

“Hello?” You softly called out, not wanting to startle Yoongi but failing as you heard a shallow gasp from behind the steamed glass. His hand hit the pane and smudged away the moisture obstructing his sight, his narrowed eyes bloodshot from the water but he could see you, wondering for a second if you were a ghost in the fog but grinning when he realised you were here. Really here.

“Holy shit…” He breathed out and pushed open the glass door, thrilled that you were already unzipping your jeans and tugging the tight shirt from your shoulders. He didn't even have to ask.

“You scared the shit out of me.”

He almost giggled as you skirted your underwear down your legs, the cool air sending chills down across your skin, “Let me in, quick!”

Yoongi moved aside with another chuckle, hands grasping your waist as you searched for warmth, a sigh of relief exhaled when you felt the hot water rushing over your back, eyes closed and skin tingling from the gentle touches trailing down your spine. You fluttered your eyes open; a smile etched on your face as you looked up and took in your surroundings. Took in him.

“Hello.”  

“Hi.”

Yoongi whispered back as you reached out and placed your hands on his tight chest, freckled skin glimmering with water droplets. The scent of lemon and sandalwood mingling together filled the air, his skin still slick and soapy from being interrupted mid-shower but he didn't care. Not one bit. 

Your fingers danced across his beating heart, tracing small circles on his shoulder before gazing up through your lashes, smile coy. 

“I made it…”

“You did… and you’re real,” So real he could feel you and see, for the first time in over a month, how you reacted to his touch. 

“How are you real?”

“That’s way too philosophical for my mushy brain so just shut up and kiss me, please,” You teased, tone soft and arms snaking around his waist to bring his body closer; chest stuck perfectly against yours.

“That I can do,” Yoongi sang back as he grasped your slack jaw in his hands and pulled you in, lips tied in a wistful kiss.

It wasn’t an ordinary kiss. It was a Yoongi kiss, which up until this point in your life you’d never experienced before now. You felt sparkly, giddy yet set alight, burning with desire – all rolled into one wild emotion. At first you mistook it for lust, merely a physical attraction that would slowly fade away, never felt again. But it was lust disguised when you felt it for the second time and then the third and forth, and the fifth time. It was obvious - you were falling for him. 

And that feeling never faded and remained even when you were miles away, kissing through the phone and pretending you were together, touching one another. Chasing that feeling over and over again. 

His lips moved so perfectly with yours, in sync and the taste on his tongue reminded you of a warm summer day down on the beach, cocktail in one hand and his fingers intertwined in the other. It was visceral and destined, like you’d kissed him a million times before; but what you were doing with him was all so new, so fresh, so fucking exhilarating that you hadn’t even realised he’d moved his lips to your neck, the soft spot beneath your ear being gently nibbled by his sharp teeth.

“You smell so good... like the first night we fucked,” Yoongi mumbled against your supple skin, eliciting the tiniest whimper to slip from your parted lips as he brushed the palms of his hands over your perky nipples.

“Hello to you,” He whispered, pressing a soft, smirking kiss to the top of your left tit before moving to the right, “And hello to you.”

“Oh my god,” You groaned at his words, barely slapping his bicep but still making him flinch, as his breathy giggle fanned across your chest, “Such a dork.” 

Yoongi removed his lips, reluctantly and stood up straight again, “I thought you liked that about me…” He defended and suggestively winked, slowly walking you out from underneath the stream of water and towards the shower wall.

“I think it came up when you were touching yourself and moaning my name… Maybe? Can’t quite remember,” He toyed, knowing exactly what had happened last week when you texted him, ‘call me asap’ in the middle of the night.

“You are doing a lot of talking for a guy who replied, ‘I’m watching Stranger Things, can’t talk’, after I sent you a photo of me literally naked… You know what, maybe I should leave you hanging, now that you’ve so kindly brought it up.”

The whiny protest and strain in Yoongi’s eyes softened when he felt your hand graze his thigh, fingernails lightly scratching the skin so close to where he had been aching for you. He gasped at the sensation, starved of anyone’s touch besides his own for far too long. Your eyes met in the middle, a humorous smile twitching on the ridge of your mouth when he sucked in a deep breath and his bottom lip with it as you wrapped your hand around him, twisting gently.

Long strokes sent his eyelashes fluttering shut as he pushed you against the wet titled wall; skin slapping as your back made contact. His head was titled back from the pleasure coursing through his veins, somehow still attached to his body as he let out a strangled moan. He couldn’t think straight – the words magnificent and mind-blowing tumbling around his empty head until he heard a squeak and cracked open his eyes to see you turning around, hands pressed against the crimson tiles.

He noticed a hunger burning behind your stare when you glanced over your shoulder, ass brushing over his cock like a woman starved.

“I’ve been dreaming about this ever since I left your place in Seoul,” You confessed as Yoongi dipped his head and trailed open-mouthed kisses down your back, "Think about it so much."

“Fuck,” He grumbled as you rolled your hips steadily, stroking him between your slightly parted thighs with a raspy moan, “About shower sex?”

Yoongi’s question was punctuated with his tip nudging forward, gliding over your clit before sinking slowly into your warmth with a gruff exhale, “Shiiit.”

A soft giggle slipped from your lips as you leaned forward and rested your forehead against the wall, droplets of water dripping down the ceramic onto your flushed cheeks. Chills crawled down your spine as Yoongi roughly grasped your hips, fingertips kneading the skin as he slowly fucked into you.

“Shower sex had crossed my mind but honestly, I imagined it all…”

“Did it feel this good?” He muttered with a knowing smile on his lips as he rocked into you, slow and steady, sensing that the occasion called for something gentle, "Feels better in real life to me.”

You shook your head and grasped his wrist, needing to feel his sprawling hand on your stomach, “Feels so good, baby… I want it all.”

Hearing you stake your claim for his heart and hint that maybe you wanted more than just a couple of one night stands strung together sent a surge of serotonin through Yoongi’s hazy mind. It may have started that way; a subtle mention of 'no strings attached' so you could both keep your hearts safe but the countless hours talking on the phone, venting about your day as if you’d known each other for years proved that it was more. The way his touch set every inch of your skin alight proved to you that he was more.

He was the match to your fuse.

A gasp slipped from your lips when he pulled out, the emptiness feeling like a punishment for god knows what but he was quick to spin you around and pin your back against the cold wall, “Need to change it up...Won’t last long like this.”

“Can’t handle the heat?” You teased, hoisting your leg to wrap around his thigh as he stretched you out again; eyes closing for a split second to adjust to his firm thrust.

“Oh, I’m doing great, pretty girl. How are you?” Yoongi whispered the last part as his hand skimmed down between your legs, thumb gliding over your sensitive nub ever so lightly – enough to have you hissing in pleasure.

“I am going so good..." You exhaled, trying to keep your cool but the scrunched up brows and slack jaw exposed you and he couldn't help but admire how fucking beautiful you looked meeting his snapping hips, deliciously synchronised.

"Keep touching me like that.”

You unclasped your claws that were digging into Yoongi’s biceps and slung your arms loosely over his shoulders, chest to chest and you could feel his heart beating. It was pumping under the taut skin, thrumming against your own as he rocked his hips into you, long, teasing strokes that were clouding your mind with all sorts of dangerous thoughts.

“I like being close to you. You’re so warm and soft and god…” He rambled off with a moan and a gritted smile as you opened your eyes and held his face in your hands, smiling back.

“I like it too.”

The words got tangled in your throat as your nails dug into the back of his head, the pace now quickening to a level you’d never really been before with Yoongi. Sure, you'd had sex but this was different. It was pent up, building to an unparalleled crescendo that was washing over the both of you quicker than expected. Loud moans being swallowed in a desperate kiss, hands fumbling to grab hold of any inch of skin they could to pull you through your earth shattering high. Screams muted by the sound of running water.

And all you could do was ride it out while Yoongi held you upright, palms shaky and fingertips barely holding on as he dipped his head into the crook of your neck; curls tickling the sultry skin. The air was thick, humidity making everything sticky as your erratic breaths rattled against one another; chests connected, limbs tangled together as you stood under the water.

Wow, was all Yoongi rasped with no attempt of untangling himself from your embrace until your trembling fingers traced down his back, nails dragging over his supple skin finally brought him into your vision once again. Eyes misty and tired.

“I’m really pruny.” He laughed and held up his wrinkling hand; a shy smile appeared on his plush lips as you laced your fingers with his.

You hummed and tucked a couple of damp strands that had fallen into his face behind his pointy ears, “Shall I suggest continuing this on that massive fucking bed sitting in the middle of a room that’s bigger than my apartment?”

Yoongi chuckled and ghosted a soft, heart-racing kiss to your pursed lips as he reached for the towel he’d set out for himself, “It’s stupid how big it is,” He bashfully confessed, wrapping your shivering body up and guiding you out to the warm bedroom.

“It’s… lavish and maybe a little silly.”

There was comfortable silence as you glanced around the room again, noticing the pile of clothes that Yoongi had been kicking around on your call yesterday, “Yeah, sorry about the mess. I was gonna clear up but I didn’t expect you to fly in at this time – I'm bad with time zones and all that shit.”

“Well you have a lot to keep track of with all the travelling so that’s understandable and don’t worry about the clothes, my floor is ten times worse than this.”

There was something familiar in the way you soothed his nerves and made his anxieties melt away with your words. He liked that about you, that no matter what stupid thing he’d said or done, you were either backing him up or affectionately ribbing him before mollifying his worries.

“Can’t wait to see it in person soon,” Yoongi blurted out, not even thinking about whether that was something you wanted or if your reassuring words warranted that intense of a response.

But you smiled and nodded, again, easing his blushing cheeks that were still burning from his high only minutes ago. There was a comfortable silence as you stood up from the end of the bed and let him bury you in one of the big, fluffy robes you’d noticed on your way in – the gold italic ‘H’ shining under the down lights as you tied the belt up, watching Yoongi do the same.

“Very soon, I hope.” 

You sealed the promise with a kiss to his bottom lip, praying that you could be more than just a stranger he’d met by happenstance. More than an acquaintance who was simply a way to pass the time while he was away from home. Away from his creature comforts.

And if Yoongi did need you in his life like you needed him, then you definitely wanted to be his friend. Maybe more.