Jungkook stood frozen in the doorway, unable to look away, because holy . Holy . Yoongi was sitting on his bed, staring wide-eyed at Jungkook like a deer caught in the headlights, wearing lingerie . Like, actual women’s, pretty, lace, white ing lingerie . Yoongi, who Jungkook was pretty sure he’d never seen in anything other than oversized hoodies and oversized t-shirts with skinny jeans or sweatpants.

But there he was, fingers still clasped around the white garter belt on his thigh that he was evidently midway through fastening onto a lace-trimmed stocking, looking, quite honestly, like a ing angel.

Come on, Jungkook, leave, he thought, You’re clearly intruding. Look away at least, goddamnit.

His body didn’t listen to his brain, though, eyes still transfixed on that pretty lace… dress? Nightgown? Vest? Jungkook didn’t know what it was, but Yoongi looked damn beautiful wearing it, that was for sure. The material was mostly sheer, with lace flowers patterning the edges, and a silk ribbon around the middle that matched the thin silk straps on his shoulders. It barely covered his crotch, so underneath Jungkook could easily see a pair of white silk with a lace trim and - ing hell, Jungkook, look away! You are not going to ing stare at Yoongi’s crotch like this!

“Jungkook,” Yoongi stated calmly.

He finally averted his gaze, feeling like his face was on fire - even though he wasn’t the one caught half in women's lingerie. “, , I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean - Tae gave me his keys - I was - he asked me to - ”

“Jungkook,” Yoongi repeated, cutting off his floundering, “It’s okay.”

“Right, okay.” Jungkook a breath in and scanned the room, pointedly avoiding the area of Yoongi’s bed, to find Taehyung’s wallet that he’d supposedly left in his flatmate’s room. He found it lying on the floor by Yoongi’s desk.

“Hey, Jungkook?” Yoongi said softly just before Jungkook could leave. “Please… please don’t, tell anyone?”

Jungkook turned around to look at him, noticing how Yoongi was chewing on his lower lip, hands the blanket beneath him.

“Of course I won’t.”

He closed the door behind him and texted Taehyung to let him know he was on his way to the restaurant. The entire way, he was unable to get the image of Yoongi in lingerie out of his mind. He’d always known Yoongi was pretty, of course, but this was something else.

He wondered too if he himself would look good in lingerie.

-

“Hey, Yoongi?”

“Hmm?”

“Can I talk to you about something?”

Yoongi put down the book he was reading to look at Jungkook expectantly. Taehyung had gone to the bathroom, leaving Jungkook alone with Yoongi. The elder was curled up on the sofa, practically drowning in his black hoodie, a blanket thrown over his legs as he somehow was managing to read even though the light was off, since they’d just been watching a movie.

“About, the other day,” Jungkook continued, playing with his fingers.

“Oh.” Yoongi turned a light shade of pink.

“Can you show me?”

Yoongi's blush darkened. “Show you?”

“Yeah, um,” Jungkook matched Yoongi's blush. “Like, can you show me the… ones you have?”

Taehyung came back in the room before Yoongi could answer, and Jungkook quickly pushed all thoughts of lingerie out of his mind, and just hoped to god that Taehyung didn't sense the awkwardness in the air, or notice their matching red faces.

“Jungkook,” Yoongi called, grabbing the sleeve of Jungkook’s jumper to pull him back. He quickly let go and shifted his gaze to the floor, scuffing his feet. “I could show you tomorrow, if you want?”

“I have taekwondo practice from seven to nine, so before or after that?”

“Um, after sounds good?”

“What are you two planning without me?” Taehyung said, peeking round from the doorway.

“Nothing,” Jungkook replied all too quickly, and hoped that it didn’t sound as suspicious as he thought it did.

Taehyung squinted at him but let it go. “Good, now go already, you have a 9am tomorrow.”

“Alright, alright,” Jungkook laughed, “See you guys later.”

-

Jungkook paced outside Yoongi and Taehyung’s flat before finally knocking on the door, feeling far too nervous for some reason, and incredibly awkward. Yoongi opened the door within seconds, smiling shyly at him as he ushered Jungkook inside.

“Jungkook?” Taehyung stood at the other end of the hallway, in the entrance to the kitchen. “I didn’t know you were coming over?”

Jungkook let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah, I’m just - I asked Yoongi to show me some of his, uh, music production?”

Taehyung seemed to buy it, nodding as he replied, “Oh cool, you finally gonna start learning? You’ve been talking about it for ages.”

“Yeah,” Jungkook rubbed at his nape, “We’ll see how it goes…”

“So, we’re gonna…” Yoongi piped up, nodding his head towards the direction of his room.

“Don’t let me stop you!” Taehyung grinned. “But don’t steal my best friend away from me, okay?”

Jungkook snorted. “Which one of us are you even talking to?”

Taehyung just laughed, and before Jungkook could find out if he was going to respond, Yoongi grabbed his hand and dragged him to his bedroom. He instantly let go of Jungkook’s hand once they were inside, refusing to make eye contact.

“So, um,” Yoongi said, pulling open one of his drawers. Jungkook crouched beside Yoongi to look in the drawer and was met with the sight of mostly white lace, with a touch of pastel pink and black peeking through.

“Can I?” Jungkook asked, hand hovering over the pretty contents of the drawer.

Yoongi nodded, pulling the sleeves of his baggy sweater tight over his hands as he sat cross legged beside Jungkook, fiddling with the hems of his sleeves in his lap. Jungkook delicately took out the item on the top - a white lace bra or crop top or something. He couldn’t help but imagine Yoongi in each piece, how pretty he must look in them.

“Jungkook?” Yoongi asked softly. “Why did you want to see these?”

Jungkook swallowed thickly. “I…” he faltered. “I thought you looked pretty in it that day, and I, I was curious about, what other kinds of, um, things you had. And, I kind-of-want-to-try-wearing-some-too,” Jungkook managed out, rushing the last bit because he didn’t think he could get it out otherwise, the words sticking in his throat.

“Oh,” Yoongi said, and then, “Do you want to, try some of mine?”

“Could I? You’d let me?”

Yoongi shrugged. “Sure, if you’re cool with wearing something I’ve worn.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s not a problem. It's not like we've not shared clothes before. Thank you.”

Jungkook looked at Yoongi but the elder was still refusing to meet his eyes.

“So, what kind of things did you want to wear? Mine are all quite, um, feminine. Oh, and,” his cheeks tinted red - Jungkook could literally see the colour rising on his skin slowly. “I don’t know how, um, big... you are but, um, most men would find it uncomfortable to wear some of these kinds of , but, um - ”

“I don’t really want to wear ,” Jungkook interrupted quickly, cheeks turning a shade of red that could rival Yoongi’s. God, if he was going to be asking Yoongi for lingerie advice, he really needed to keep his blushing under control. “Just, like, stockings? And garters and stuff? No bras or or anything. I don’t think those are really for me.”

Yoongi cleared his throat and nodded, sorting through his lingerie and separating all his stocking and garter belts for Jungkook to choose from. They were all pretty: some of them lace, some soft cotton, some with bows, some with cute patterns. His mind was kind of in a daze, thinking about both Yoongi buying and wearing all this pretty and cute stuff, and what he would look like wearing them too. The other things in Yoongi’s drawer were even prettier, though Jungkook wasn’t sure he’d feel comfortable wearing those: things like delicate of silk or lace or both, non-cupped bras, full lingerie sets - stockings, garter belt, and bra to match - and pretty nightdress type things. He also realised he really didn’t know the first thing about women’s lingerie, given the fact that he couldn’t name half of the types of them Yoongi had.

“If you decide you like wearing them, I can help you buy some? If you want me to,” Yoongi suggested, fidgeting with his sleeves again. “I can recommend you some good websites and stuff.”

Jungkook smiled, clutching a cute pair of soft, pastel pink and white striped thigh high socks with cat ears at the top of them. He bet they would look even more adorable on Yoongi's slim legs. “I’d love that, thank you.”

Eventually, Jungkook ended up picking a lace trimmed sheer stocking with a matching garter belt, to try the whole lingerie thing out before seeing if he’d delve deeper. He figured the lace-trimmed stocking was a classic look, and though the other stuff was pretty or cute, he'd start with that.

“Why do you wear lingerie? If you don’t mind me asking.”

Yoongi shook his head. “It… makes me feel pretty, I guess. I like how it feels.”

Jungkook wanted to say that Yoongi always looked pretty anyway, with or without pretty clothing, but couldn’t manage to get the words out, and just ended up nodding dumbly.

“Sometimes I wear them underneath my clothes when I’m nervous about something. It gives me confidence.” He bit his lip. “I don’t know.”

They stayed in silence for a while longer, before Yoongi spoke up again, “Do you actually want to learn music comp?”

Jungkook laughed. “Yeah, I just never got round to it.”

“If you want, I could show you some now? That way we also won’t be lying to Tae,” Yoongi chuckles.

“Oh no, it’s late already, you don’t have to.”

“Jungkook, I just told you I would,” Yoongi shook his head, smiling. “It’s up to you.”

“Please, then.” Jungkook’s eyes lit up. “Thank you so much!”

“Cute,” Yoongi muttered quietly, then more loudly said, “Come on,” as he set up his laptop.

-

Jungkook made sure his door was shut and the curtains closed, before finally getting Yoongi’s stockings out. It had been a few days since Yoongi had given them to him, but he’d been putting off trying them on, for some reason. He sat on his bed in just a t-shirt and boxers as he slid the smooth material onto his legs. He fastened the garter belts onto the stockings and then stuck his legs out in front of him to admire them. They were pretty. He couldn’t refrain from running his hands over his own legs, grinning. He stood up to go look in the mirror, and he honestly loved how it looked, even if the underwear he was wearing didn’t exactly match. He somehow felt a little empowered; he could see where Yoongi was coming from when he said it gave him confidence. He liked it, though he had no desire to really show this look off to anyone. He liked it, but was content with it just being him who saw it.

Well, maybe with the exception of Yoongi.

-

“Thank you,” Jungkook said once again when returning Yoongi’s stockings.

“Oh, you can keep them if you want,” Yoongi replied, pushing Jungkook’s hands with said item back towards Jungkook.

“No, no, these are yours, I’ll buy some of my own.” Jungkook holds them out again, insistent. “I washed them for you, too.”

“You did? You didn’t have to if all you did was try them on.”

“Well, I wanted to. I hand washed them, with cold water,” Jungkook admits, and Yoongi finally takes the lingerie set, leaving Jungkook’s hand free to rub at his nape. “I wasn’t sure if they were like, machine washable or what, so.”

Yoongi smiled. “Thank you, Kook.” He paused. “So does this mean you liked it, then?”

Jungkook giggled shyly. “Yeah, they’re, um. Pretty.”

“Do you wanna look for some more?”

“Of yours?”

Yoongi giggled, heading over to his desk to get his laptop. “No, for you.”

He hopped into his bed, sitting cross legged with his laptop balanced between his legs.

“Oh, right,” Jungkook said, joining him on the bed.

Jungkook let his chin rest on Yoongi’s shoulder, watching as he pulled up a few websites.

“I pretty much always order mine online. They’re cheaper and I can’t usually find what I’m looking for in stores, so.”

Jungkook hummed, eyes scanning the page Yoongi was on.

“It’s also way less awkward. Amazon is usually good, as long as you check reviews. It’s way cheaper than all the branded stores or whatever.” Yoongi turned his head to look at Jungkook, who almost jerked back when he realised how close that action brought their faces. “Here,” Yoongi said as he handed Jungkook his laptop. “You can look around at stuff.”

Jungkook’s fingers hovered over the keyboard, his lip caught between his teeth.

“Um…”

Yoongi tilted his head at him. “What’s up?”

“Well, I don’t really know what to search for? I literally have no idea what any of these words mean.” Jungkook moved the cursor over the subheadings for lingerie on the website he was on to indicate.

Yoongi laughed. “Well you know stockings and garters, right? And and bras of course. Babydolls, that’s like what I was wearing when you saw me, then there's teddies…” Yoongi continued to explain each one, clicking on the subheadings to see what the images for what the store had of each type like Jungkook probably should have done in the first place instead of asking Yoongi like an idiot.

“I tend to get women’s because, um…” He cleared his throat, “But there are men’s ones too if you preferred,” Yoongi said, turning to look at Jungkook again.

“Thanks, I’ll,” Jungkook took a picture of the website names on his phone. “I’ll look at them more later.”

“Sure,” Yoongi smiled. “So, music comp now, then?”

-

Yoongi had to admit, when Jungkook had walked in on him wearing lingerie, him asking him to help him buy some for himself was the last thing he expected to happen following it. He was glad the younger didn’t make fun of him or think him weird or disgusting though, that would have been a much worse turn of events, of course. Not that he really thought Jungkook would have, but it was always a small fear in the back of his mind.

But he was more than happy to help Jungkook out, it was just, surprising.

He also didn’t expect Jungkook to text him asking for Yoongi to come see the lingerie he’d ordered. Of course, Yoongi agreed, but he didn’t know if Jungkook just wanted to show him the lingerie to get his Expert opinion or if, you know, he wanted to show what it looked like on him.

He wasn’t sure he’d survive if it was the latter.

He made his way to Jungkook’s flat, only slightly hesitating before knocking. Jungkook greeted him with a huge smile that made his heart go funny, but he shoved aside the feeling and smiled back as casually as he could manage. Jungkook grabbed his wrist and lead him to his room, pushing Yoongi down to sit on the bed once they were there.

“Okay, so,” Jungkook started excitedly, “I got a few different sets and they’re cool and I wanted to show you so,” Jungkook paused and booped Yoongi’s nose. Yoongi blinked a few times in response, confused. “Wait here, I’m gonna put the first one on.”

Yoongi blinked again, then reached for Jungkook’s hand to stop him leaving, because oh no. It was the latter. “Wait, you’re, showing me them all? On you?”

Jungkook tilted his head as he chewed on his lip. “Yeah, I mean, I guess it is a little weird. I just… Do you, um, not want to see?”

“No, no, I’d, I’d be honoured to.” Really, Yoongi? Honoured? Why did you say honoured? Yoongi mentally chastised himself. “What if your roommate comes back though?”

Jungkook smiled. “Yugyeom’s away for the weekend, don’t worry.” And with that he slipped away to the bathroom, leaving Yoongi alone with his racing heart.

Jungkook returned, shy smile painted on his face as he stopped in front of the bed opposite Yoongi and twirled around. He was still wearing his big white t-shirt on top, but his legs were clad with sheer, lace-trimmed red stockings, held up by matching red garter belts. Jungkook lifted up the bottom of his shirt enough to show the red lace band around his waist to which the belts were attached. Yoongi almost laughed at Jungkook’s boxers, though, because of course Jungkook would still be wearing regular boxers that in no way matched the stockings.

“What do you think?” Jungkook asked shyly, though excitement was still evident in his voice. And, well, what did he think? He thought Jungkook looked ing amazing. The stockings accentuated his thigh muscles, giving Jungkook’s look a sense of strength and typical masculinity along with the delicate iness of the lace, which was… well , it was hot as hell.

What he ended up telling Jungkook, though, was, “It looks nice,” managing to force his eyes away from those ing thighs to look up at Jungkook’s face .

Jungkook’s smile widened. “You think so?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi said softly, a slight smile on his lips too. “They suit you.”

He let out a long breath when Jungkook bounced out of the room to change into the second one. Jungkook was going to be the death of him.

The second outfit was just as good as the first, if not better. He’d taken off the shirt now, so Yoongi could see far more than just his thigh muscles, and that really wasn’t fair on his poor heart. He had a wide black belt of lace around his waist, a ribbon tied into a bow around the middle of it. It almost looked like a damn corset. On his legs this time he had black hold up stockings, still lace trimmed, but with a vine of black flowers travelling up the side of the sheer material. He was even wearing a ribbon choker, which frankly, was completely unnecessary and downright unfair. Yoongi had to admit, Jungkook really knew how to highlight his best features - first his thighs, now his waist too.

“Wow,” Yoongi breathed out before he could stop himself, immediately feeling his cheeks heat up once he realised he said it out loud.

Jungkook giggled, bunny smile on show and nose scrunching. He looked down at himself, adjusting the lace around his waist slightly.

“I've never worn stuff like this before. It's weird.” Jungkook sat down on the bed beside Yoongi. He stretched his legs out in front of them, twisting them inwards so the flower pattern was visible on top.

“Good weird?”

Jungkook nodded. “Yeah, I love it. It's just so different. I mean, look at me!”

Yoongi couldn't help but chuckle at Jungkook's cute excitement. “I am. You look amazing.”

Jungkook's ears tinged red as he let his legs fall back down. A minute or two passed in silence.

“Hey, um, I was wondering,” he started, “When I was researching stuff, i found a lot of social media accounts, where people post them in lingerie and cute outfits and stuff…”

Yoongi looked at Jungkook, unsure what he was leading up to.

“Well, um, do you have an account like that?” Jungkook made eye contact only briefly before staring hard at the floor in front of him.

“I sometimes post stuff on my Tumblr,” Yoongi admitted, “But, nothing ual, just, you know.” Yoongi bit his lip. Why did you need to add that? Jungkook didn't even mention that. “I just post it for aesthetic reasons. Just so you know, because some accounts, like, do?” Yoongi stopped talking before he ended up saying something weird, still cringing at his own words as he looked up at Jungkook.

“Can I see?”

“What, the accounts?”

“What? No,” Jungkook shook his head quickly, “Your Tumblr. Only if you don't mind of course!”

“Oh, right. Um, I’ll text you the URL or something. I don’t really want to watch you while you judge me,” Yoongi said with a breathy laugh.

Jungkook touched Yoongi’s shoulder briefly. “I wouldn’t judge you.”

“I know, I know, but it’s awkward, you know?”

“Fair enough.” Jungkook paused. “If you're uncomfortable with me seeing your pictures then you don't have to, okay?”

“No, it's fine, you can see it.”

Jungkook hummed, smiling a little. He pulled his stockings up, and right. He was still only dressed in those.

“So, do you have anymore to show me?”

“No, only these two. I ordered one other thing though, so I’ll show you when it comes.” Jungkook grinned.

“I’ll look forward to it,” Yoongi replied, “Now go put a damn shirt on, you’re distracting.” Yoongi’s face instantly heated up, and he cursed himself for blushing so much whenever he was around Jungkook, and for not thinking before he said things. He refused to look at Jungkook, didn’t want to know his reaction.

After a pregnant pause, Jungkook just said, “Right,” and disappeared to get changed.

-

Jungkook asked Yoongi for his Tumblr again before he left, Yoongi shyly telling him before escaping as fast as he could. Lil-meow-meow. How ing adorable.

Jungkook got out his laptop and quickly brought up Yoongi's blog to be met with a pastel pink theme - a white ragdoll cat as his icon and a pink cherry blossom header with ‘ boys like to feel pretty too ’ typed across it. His blog was a mixture of animals, aesthetic photos, and himself in his lingerie or other outfits, all with a white and baby pink colour scheme. Jungkook was captivated - could have scrolled through for hours, to be honest. Yoongi was beautiful, and though he never posted pictures with his face, he really suited the lingerie. The first pictures of him Jungkook saw were him wearing an oversized hoodie with nothing but knee high socks with bows at the top of them underneath, then him sitting on his bed in that same babydoll he’d first seen him in, clutching his Kumamon plush, then a picture of just his legs in sheer pink tights embroidered with tiny flowers, and then.

And then.

Jungkook would be lying if he said he'd never checked out Yoongi's before, because honestly, who could blame him? But this was another level. Jungkook probably should have been prepared, but he most definitely was not. It was a picture of Yoongi’s of course, and technically, it was covered, but when it was only covered with ing see-through pink material, Jungkook wasn’t really sure it counted. And well, they only covered half his cheeks anyway. Jungkook might or might not have stared at the image for way longer than necessary, before looking at the notes, and - holy , there were over 4,000 notes. Yoongi’s had more than four whole thousand notes. Min Yoongi’s . His ing .

Jungkook realised he was probably being creepy, and even though Yoongi had given him permission to look at these, he still felt guilty. He quickly scrolled past to see the next image in Yoongi’s ‘me’ tag - him in a champagne coloured satin cami and shorts set, then a picture of his legs peeking out of pink glittery bath water. He scrolled some more, seeing pink and white, lace and silk, flowers, ruffles, ribbons, patterns and bows, socks, stockings, garters, bralettes, chokers, , and jesus , Jungkook was in love.

Wait, no, that couldn’t be right. He was just intrigued since he’d never seen a male wear pretty stuff like that, let alone one of his best friends. He just thought it was cool.

And Yoongi was just objectively attractive - anyone could see that. He wasn’t in love with him or anything.

He wasn’t.

Right?

-

As soon as Yoongi got back to his flat after leaving Jungkook's, he opened his phone to find a bunch of notifications from his Tumblr. His stomach flipped for some reason; it felt weird knowing Jungkook had seen him like that - not that they were fully photos or anything, but it was something private that no one he knew in real life had seen. Knowing Jungkook had seen and liked that side of him… it was weird and made his heart skip a beat.

He was glad it was Jungkook of all people it could have been, though, even if he only thought of Yoongi as a friend and maybe looked up to him a bit, while Yoongi saw Jungkook as so much else. That wasn’t Jungkook’s fault anyway, he couldn’t exactly resent him for that. He was just glad that this whole lingerie thing was giving him the opportunity to spend more time with him.

He scrolled through his activity on Tumblr, seeing a bunch of likes and a follow from a blog that Yoongi could only assume was Jungkook, with a few other likes from other blogs thrown in the mix. He looked at what Jungkook had liked, and okay, a cat photo, that was fine. Aesthetic clouds picture, also fine. Him in his hoodie, then straight to him with Kumamon - he must have clicked on the tag - and then, oh. That picture. Of course Jungkook saw that picture, it wasn’t too long ago that Yoongi posted it so he was bound to. And well, it was an absolute pain to take but it was a very nice picture, if Yoongi said so himself. But well, it was, in fact, his entire almost completely unobstructed .

Maybe he shouldn’t have given Jungkook his Tumblr after all. He wondered how he’d manage to face Jungkook knowing full well he’d given him permission to look at his and the rest of his body, knowing full well Jungkook actually had looked at his and the rest of his body.

At least he knew though, thanks to Jungkook’s likes.

-

About a week later, Jungkook sent him another text to let him know his order had arrived. It was cute how excited the younger seemed. Maybe it really was a good thing he’d accidentally seen Yoongi in lingerie that day, despite his initial horror. Jungkook got to explore something new that he happened to take a liking to, but on top of that, he actually made some progress with music production too, and of course, Yoongi got to spend time with Jungkook and see his adorable smile and big doe eyes more often, so really it was a win-win.

Taehyung was going out with a friend that night, and neither Yoongi nor Jungkook had anything pressing to do, so Yoongi agreed to see Jungkook’s third lingerie set, this time at Yoongi’s place. Jungkook seemed shy, even more so than usual, barely making eye contact with Yoongi at all.

“So,” Yoongi started, attempting to break the awkwardness that really shouldn’t be there considering they’d known each other for over two years. “Do you wanna do something first? Have food, or watch a movie, or play games or something?”

Jungkook shrugged. “I don’t mind.”

“Have you seen the new ‘Run’ episode?”

“Not yet.”

Yoongi grinned. “Great, neither have I. Let’s go.”

He steered Jungkook to his room, holding onto his wrist, only letting go once he had to to set up the episode on his laptop. He dragged his desk chair over to the bed in front of them and placed the laptop on it, while he and Jungkook made themselves comfortable on the bed, leaning against the wall. Jungkook took one of Yoongi’s pillows and hugged it, Yoongi smiling at the act before turning his attention back to the screen.

-

Yoongi was laughing at the idols on screen failing their challenge for the fourth time, but Jungkook found himself hardly able to focus on it, too busy focusing on Yoongi. He was wearing one of his massive hoodies again, knees tucked to his chest with the hoodie pulled over it, his arms wrapped around his legs, hands drowned by the sleeves. Jungkook wanted to hug him so badly, but settled for hugging the pillow instead. He turned back to the laptop so Yoongi didn’t catch him staring, but Yoongi laughed again at the sound effects the editors had added over the top and Jungkook found his neck automatically turning to the sound. His gummy smile was on full display, and , Jungkook was in love. He was so, so in love. So much, in fact, that it was frankly ridiculous how he didn’t realise it sooner. He’d been thinking about it since the day he first thought it while looking through his Tumblr. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, and every time he’d seen Yoongi since then, he realised more and more how much he really did like him like that .

God, he was really stupid sometimes.

Yoongi looked at him with his pretty, pretty eyes, small because all his features were small but still somehow big like a kitten's. He tilted his head to the side as his lips started to move, talking in pout like he often does, and - wait, talking?

“What?”

“You were staring at me.”

“I was? I mean, yeah, you have something on your face,” Jungkook lied.

“Oh, where?” Yoongi said, wiping at his face blindly with his sleeve. Jungkook reached over and cupped Yoongi’s face before he brushed his thumb along Yoongi’s cheekbone. Yoongi kept staring back at him, eyes opened wide in surprise. He was frozen still, even as Jungkook pulled his hand back and pretended to flick something off his thumb.

“It’s gone now.”

“Thanks…” Yoongi said, sounding somewhat dazed.

Jungkook turned back to the laptop, the episode still playing, and pointedly avoided looking at Yoongi again.

“I wanna show you it now,” Jungkook said almost as soon as the episode finished.

“Someone’s an eager bunny,” Yoongi giggled. “Go on then, I’ll wait in here.”

Jungkook flashed him a quick smile before grabbing his bag and heading to the bathroom. He quickly stripped down, slipping on a different pair of underwear, then trying to figure out how all the buckles on the piece attached to each other, because god damnit, lingerie was so confusing sometimes. He took a deep breath in and let it out before coming out, trying to calm his heart that was beating a mile a minute for some reason.

-

Jungkook came back into the room trying to cover himself with his arms, though it did little to hide him. Yoongi swore his breath literally stopped when he came to stand in front of Yoongi and finally let his arms drop. Jungkook had to be one of the most beautiful people he’d ever seen, inside and out, face and body. It was almost unfair. This was probably Yoongi’s favourite of the three sets Jungkook had showed him. He was wearing a silver harness: satin ribbon hugging his waist with a loose bow and belts climbing over his shoulders. He had silver socks, fishnets but tied off with a ribbon that wrapped around his legs a few times and finished with a bow not quite half way up his calf. He also had on a silver ribbon choker, a crescent moon at the front of it, while the ribbon was tied at the back, the long strands of it hanging down. He was even wearing matching underwear this time, short, satin boxers. The only thing he was wearing with a colour other than silver was a red lace garter around one of his thighs, thin at the cetre and flaring out wider, kind of like a bow. Honestly, for never having known anything about lingerie before, Jungkook really knew how to throw together a set. This one looked pretty expensive too; he wondered where he got all the pieces from, though that was more of an absent thought in the back of his mind, considering there were more pressing things to think about - like how good the garter looked around Jungkook’s thick (with two c's) thigh.

Jungkook giggled nervously. “So?”

Yoongi finally remembered to breathe and brought his eyes back up to Jungkook’s from his thigh - because , man, his thighs. A true work of art.

“, Jungkook.” Wait, that wasn’t what you were supposed to say, get it together Min. “You look, um.” He swallowed. “You’re so - ”

He was put out of his misery of trying to formulate a sentence when Jungkook stepped forward and pressed his lips to his, cutting him off.

Wait. Jungkook’s lips were on his. His lips. Realisation suddenly dawned on him: Jungkook was kissing him. Jungkook was kissing him!

-

Alarm bells were sounding in Jungkook’s head, screaming, ‘ Abort! Abort! Abort!’ while red lights flashed in his mind. He quickly pulled back, apologies instantly tumbling out of his mouth. What was he thinking? Well, he knew what he was thinking - that Yoongi looked so cute, floundering over his words - over him - w ith his cute cheeks flushed pink, and then, well, he wasn’t thinking.

He chanced a glance at Yoongi to find him staring at Jungkook, eyes wide and lips parted.

“Wait, you like me too?!”

That was not at all what he was expecting Yoongi to say. Jungkook gaped a moment longer, then, “Wait, you like me ?” he pointed to Yoongi, then to himself to emphasize.

Yoongi giggled, and , Jungkook was so gone. “Yes, you idiot. Have done for ages. Now come here and kiss me again.”

Jungkook didn’t need to be told twice. He closed the distance between them again, leaning down to capture Yoongi’s lips in a sweet kiss, and holy . He felt like was melting, or floating, or combusting. Or all of the above.

He felt Yoongi’s hand brush lightly against his bare chest as he stole kiss after kiss. Yoongi’s lips really were as soft as they looked.

He pushed Yoongi down onto the bed, climbing onto it to hover over him, drinking in the sight of the literal ing angel under him. He dove down to capture his lips again, kissing him hard. Before he even knew what he was doing, his hands found their way under Yoongi’s massive hoodie, gliding over bare skin and then meeting lace. Curious, he started to bunch up Yoongi’s hoodie, making eye contact with him to check it was okay before pulling it up further until it was pooled under his armpits, revealing a white lace bralette. It made him curious as to what else Yoongi had on underneath his clothes, but he didn’t want to overstep any boundaries.

As it turned out, he didn’t have to, as Yoongi slid his sweats down and kicked them onto the floor, and Jungkook was so glad for that because Yoongi was wearing dusty pink, silk booty shorts with white lace on the hem of the legs. Jungkook let his hands trail down Yoongi’s sides, past the shorts and onto his thighs.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Yoongi covered his face with his hands, though it did little to hide the gummy smile that formed.

“No, that’s you. That’s what I was trying to say before you…”

Jungkook giggled, reluctantly letting Yoongi’s thighs go in favour of prying his hands away from his face.

“Before I did this?” Jungkook said as an excuse to kiss Yoongi again.

“Yeah, that,” Yoongi managed out breathlessly between kisses.

, he was so addicting. Jungkook never wanted to stop kissing him. He would literally kiss those pretty pink lips all day if he could.

Yoongi let him slip his tongue inside his mouth, and Jungkook absently wondered if he’d died and gone to heaven. Yoongi had one hand on Jungkook’s cheek, the other in his hair as Jungkook languidly slid his tongue over Yoongi’s.

Jungkook finally pulled his lips away, resting his forehead and nose on top of Yoongi’s as both of them tried to catch their breath. He pecked Yoongi’s top lip once more, then kissed his nose gently. He’d wanted to kiss Yoongi’s nose for so long, even before he realised he liked him. He had a cute nose, okay? The cutest nose.

In hindsight, he really should have known his feelings for Yoongi weren’t platonic.

Jungkook laughed suddenly at his thoughts, falling onto the bed beside Yoongi.

“What?” Yoongi asked, pouting when Jungkook kept laughing instead of answering.

“Nothing,” Jungkook finally managed, “Just, isn’t it funny how if I hadn’t seen you in lingerie, I probably still wouldn’t have realised my feelings for you? It’s just so weird.” He giggled again. “And I also wouldn’t be wearing this right now.”

Yoongi chuckled softly and threw his arms around Jungkook. “The only time I’ll ever be glad my door doesn’t have a lock.”

Jungkook felt like he could fall asleep then, even though it wasn’t even that late, but Yoongi nudged him, causing his eyes to open.

“We should probably get up and put some clothes on before Tae comes back.”

“Good idea,” Jungkook chuckled, kissing Yoongi on the nose again, because it was just, right there. Yoongi scrunched it up which just made Jungkook want to kiss it more, and boop it, and okay, maybe he had a problem. Yoongi fixed his hoodie and slid his sweatpants back on, while Jungkook went to the bathroom to get his clothes. He kind of didn’t want to take it off, but wasn’t ready for Tae to see him in it. He returned to Yoongi’s room with his clothes, perching on the edge of the bed as he fiddled with the belt of his harness, trying to get it off. After a moment, soft hands covered his own as Yoongi loosened the straps on the belts and unfastened the clasps connecting them to the ribbon for him.

“Choker on or off?” Yoongi asked, hands hovering over said choker.

“On,” Jungkook decided. Chokers weren’t too conspicuous. He kept the satin boxers and the socks on too, but removed the garter from his thigh.

-

Taehyung came home to find his two best friends curled up on the couch, pressed into each other so close they might have been one being. The menu screen of Kiki’s Delivery Service was playing on the screen, presumably after having played out and returned to the main menu. He smiled at the way Jungkook almost completely engulfed Yoongi, since Yoongi was curled up so tightly with Jungkook’s arms around him. He placed a blanket over them, absently noticing the choker around Jungkook’s neck; he didn’t know Jungkook liked to wear jewellery except for his gauges, especially not chokers like that one, but he just shrugged.

He left them to go to his room, smiling to himself as he did. He’d had a feeling for a while that those two liked each other, and his feelings were rarely wrong. And if that back there wasn’t confirmation that they’d realised they liked each other too, then Taehyung didn’t know what could be. (Yoongi rarely ever let Taehyung cuddle him, all he did was claim his hand as his own.) They were good for each other, suited each other.

He only hoped he wouldn’t be third wheeling them from now on.