Yoongi~

It’s been four days since the dates, and Yoongi is feeling anxious. The sensation is akin to the feeling one gets when sitting on a roller coaster that is perched at the acme, waiting for the inevitable drop. The older man can see the tides turn as a slow shift begins to take place in the relationships around him. And Yoongi doesn’t like change, but he knows that’s exactly what’s happening – change.

His date with Jungkook had left Yoongi with a sense of guilt that he didn’t care to be walking around with. It’s not like he’d committed a crime, no one had died and no one had gotten injured. But the fact that he gave in, that he kissed back, has him feeling like he betrayed a trust, like he betrayed Hoseok. Yoongi may not be the most upstanding guy in the world, and he’s not perfect by a good mile or so. However the one thing he’s always prided himself on is being a man of his word, but that night with Jungkook pressed flushed against him, begging for something that Yoongi desperately wanted as well, all the older man could do was give in.

“Hyung. I didn’t make any such promise, and If I did, I already know who I want,” Jungkook’s voice is dark and it reminds Yoongi of melting chocolate; both hot and sweet. 

When Jungkook’s lips graze his, Yoongi doesn’t respond, but he doesn't push the younger man away either. When Jungkook slithers closer and deepens the contact, again, Yoongi doesn’t push. His hand instinctively lands on Jungkook’s hip instead, gripping the fabric of the man’s pants. Yoongi’s mind is telling him he should stop, they should stop. Jungkook’s tongue laves against his before Yoongi can think of doing anything else, and it causes tiny explosion-like sensations to surge through his brain, rendering him incapable of doing anything but responding in kind. 

Jungkook whimpers slightly and sighs when Yoongi bites down on his bottom lip. The younger man wonders if kissing generally feels like this - like eating ice cream for the first time, or swinging as high as you can; or is this just what it feels like to kiss Min Yoongi? As Yoongi’s persistent exploration of Jungkook’s mouth goes from timid to passionate, a sweet sensation fills the younger man and now, now Jungkook understands why the older man is called Suga. 

“Hyung,” Jungkook groans into Yoongi’s mouth, the young man wants more, no, he needs more, “Please, I -” 

Jungkook finds speech growing difficult as Yoongi’s fingers find their way under his shirt, scratching and digging into his skin. It hurts, stings really, but Jungkook likes it. The pain mixed with the feeling of Suga’s tongue in his mouth is heady and it feels like the first snowfall or the first day of spring; unexpectedly perfect. 

Yoongi is sinking, heck, Yoongi is drowning. Jungkook’s mouth is an ocean of saccharine, and Yoongi is slowly being submerged in its honeyed depths. As Jungkook groans and tries to climb over the center console to make his way into Yoongi’s lap, the older man finds his last thread of resolve and grabs hold of it. 

“, , —Jungkook stop,” Yoongi keeps the younger man in his place, thwarting Jungkook's plans. 

Because if Jungkook makes it over, if he ends up in Yoongi’s lap, the older man knows he’d want more than kissing, he'd want so much more. 

The memory has Yoongi feeling slightly heated, and even now, so many days later, the desire burns just as hotly. By looking at Jungkook, just looking, there’s a ferocious need to touch, to grab, to hear Jungkook gasp in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The demand for contact is so great that Yoongi wonders if there is