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Seokjin really should have seen the accident coming before it happens.
Jungkook has been energetic all day, which in itself isn't a problem when they're rehearsing for hours on end. His rowdiness is infectious, and Seokjin gives in to the childish urge to wrestle with him, letting Jungkook grab him and cling to him during breaks.
"Jin-hyung," Jungkook growls into his neck, arms around Seokjin's body so that his own arms are trapped at his sides.
"What? What?"
"Hn, nothing," Jungkook murmurs. They both aren't sweaty enough yet for Seokjin to be annoyed by Jungkook's clinginess, so he leans back into the hug, humming. There's a press of something soft at the back of Seokjin's ear, and then Jungkook is asking in a low voice full of mischief, "Does hyung need help with the dance break again?"
"Ahh, this punk—" Seokjin starts to complain, knowing that Jungkook is specifically referring to Hoseok having to help Seokjin with the pelvic swing choreography of the dance break.
"Just loosen up, hyung," Jungkook says, echoing Hoseok's words from earlier, and Seokjin feels his ears start to heat. It's a relief when they're called to get back to practice, if only so Seokjin doesn't have to think about Jungkook's hands cupping his hips, playfully trying to guide Seokjin into that sensual dance move.
So it isn't a surprise, with Jungkook behaving like that and Seokjin indulging him, that around their third run-through of doing the ARMY formation in the Butter choreography, they rush it. One or both of them leans in too fast and instead of their heads gently meeting so they can turn and face front, they collide with a hard thunk.
A hard thunk.
Jungkook hisses and Seokjin stumbles back, dizzy from the impact, his head already throbbing.
"Why is your head so hard," Jungkook groans.
Normally Seokjin would be shouting a few choice swear words, or would maybe crack a joke to mask the pain, but this time he can't bring himself to. The shock of such a hard impact, the dizziness, isn't something he's used to.
Is he concussed? His head is buzzing, aching in an unfamiliar way. It's Jimin who rushes over, catching Seokjin's arm just before his legs give out on him and he's sitting down on the practice room floor.
"Hyung?" Jungkook asks quietly, shocked, crouching down.
The buzzing gets louder. Seokjin brings a hand up to his head as he grimaces, and then suddenly it just— pops. The noise stops entirely, although the ache from having hit his head is still there.
Seokjin squints his eyes open, and is staring at Jungkook's unmoving lips when Jungkook says, I really hurt him.
Jungkook says it, but also... doesn't. The tone is unmistakably him — miserable with guilt, quiet, a mumble. But Seokjin didn't see Jungkook's lips move?
"Maybe, uh. How do you check for a concussion? Can we do that?"
"Fuck," Jungkook swears, and this time Seokjin does see his mouth move. "I'm so sorry, shit."
Seokjin ends up sitting off to the side as he answers questions from one of their medical staff. He confirms that he's not confused, that his vision and memory are fine, although his head is still a little sore from the bump. (Not as sore as it should be, either, Seokjin thinks, given how much it hurt on impact.)
Seokjin keeps the part about Jungkook talking without moving his lips to himself, because it's just kind of... weird.
He gets cleared after a few minutes with just normal head pain, advised to take it easy and alert someone immediately if he has any other symptoms, and Jungkook finally waddles over, eyes wide.
Seokjin's chest twists at the guilt on Jungkook's face.
"I'm sorry," Jungkook says, echoing his words earlier. "Will you be okay?"
"Ah, it's not your fault, come sit. You hit your head too, idiot," Seokjin says warmly. "I'll be fine. I just got dizzy for a moment. Jungkook-ah, really, it's not your fault."
Jungkook just purses his lips. He doesn't agree, but he doesn't try to argue about it either. His lips are still pursed when Seokjin hears, Jin must still be lying, he's too selfless.
Seokjin blinks several times.
Jungkook stares back. "What is it?"
"You called me Jin."
"What? I haven't said anything except sorry," Jungkook mutters, crossing his arms. His eyebrows furrow. "Are you sure you're okay?"
"But I heard you—" Seokjin starts to grow concerned himself. Is he okay? "You're not messing with me?"
"God, of course not, you just got injured," Jungkook says. His voice is low, serious. "Hyung, really..."
"I feel fine," Seokjin says, and he does. He wouldn't lie about something like a head injury during practice because of how serious it could be. Days can be taken off for injuries. Practices can be made up later. They all understand that, this far into their careers.
He feels fine. It just hurts where he got bonked — understandable — and... maybe he's going crazy? But besides that, he's fine!
"Go ahead, you guys can keep practicing, I'll catch up soon."
Jungkook's face is still skeptical, lips almost pouty again with doubt, but he obediently goes back to practice when Seokjin shoos him away.
And Seokjin does catch up, his headache thankfully not aggravated by the loud music in the speakers or the choreography, although he and Jungkook both get a handful of concerned looks, a gentle touch to the shoulder here and there when one of the others wants to check on him.
He's not surprised when Jungkook sticks to his side after practice is over, asking to ride back with Seokjin.
"I'll buy you dinner."
Seokjin's eyes widen in shock. "Oh my god," he says, watching Jungkook's eyes widen too, "I really am concussed. I'm passed out right now if Jeon Jungkook is offering to pay for food, aren't I?"
Jungkook realizes the joke then and groans, lightly shoving at Seokjin's arm. "Ahhh hyung. Don't be like this, I still feel bad." There's a pause, and then Seokjin hears,
Is that one nice restaurant open this late? The one that Jin likes...
Seokjin isn't staring at Jungkook's face when he hears it, so he immediately replies, "Yah, the least you could do is stop dropping honorifics!"
Jungkook freezes at his side. "I didn't?"
"I just heard you. Not even Seоkjin-ssi, just Jin. And anyway, I don't care if you buy dinner from—"
It's Seokjin's turn to go completely still, words cutting off when something occurs to him that's so absurd, of course he has to voice it out loud. "I can read your thoughts."
Jungkook snorts. "Yeah, okay. Jimin-hyung and Taehyung-hyung tried to get me to believe they can read each other's minds too and it was just as stupid back then—"
"Just humor me, okay?" Seokjin interrupts. "Ask me something."
"You can read my thoughts?" Jungkook asks out loud. Seokjin rolls his eyes.
"Think it, Jungkook-ah, don't say it."
"Oh." Jungkook blinks and then Seokjin hears, only a little quieter than Jungkook's speaking voice, You can read my thoughts?
"A new question!" Seokjin says. "I- I can't prove to you I'm not just making this up if it's something I can guess." Seokjin's stomach is already in knots, though, now having confirmation himself that he can really read Jungkook's mind.
Which— seriously, what the fuck?
Jungkook purses his lips, and then Seokjin hears his voice without any movement from Jungkook's mouth, Do you love me, Seokjin-ah?
Seokjin flushes. It's teasing, it has to be, but Seokjin still answers, "You already know the answer to that question, but ah, now I'm starting to doubt it. Since when do you call me informally in your thoughts??"
"It's not intentional," Jungkook mumbles. His eyes are wide, shocked. "Hyung. Really?"
"Of course I love you," Seokjin says.
Jungkook's face is starting to turn pink. "No, not that. You can really read my thoughts? Holy shit. Oh god—"
"Stop panicking," Seokjin laughs as he reaches out to rub Jungkook's shoulder, as if this isn't exactly the kind of situation worth panicking about. "Not, uh. Probably not every thought."
"That's not reassuring."
"I can't believe you call me Jin when you think about me. Jin! Yah!"
Jungkook's laughter bursts out of him, head ducking down. "It's not— I swear I don't think about it. Or, agh, I don't do it on purpose, I mean. Hyung." Jungkook's voice softens again, serious. "Are you sure we shouldn't go to a hospital?"
Seokjin sighs, squeezing at the back of Jungkook's neck before he drops his hand. "I feel fine. They could scan my brain but, ah, it's not like this is something that even feels real. We just hit our heads too hard, it'll go away. You can't hear my thoughts, right?"
Jungkook shakes his head.
There's a whisper of Jungkook's voice in Seokjin's head, then — what he now recognizes as Jungkook's thoughts. Wish I could hear what Jin is thinking too.
"You couldn't handle the things I think about," Seokjin says, already laughing before Jungkook's eyes widen in surprise. Jungkook shoves at him, just as gently as before, and follows Seokjin to the car with a small grin on his face, but the furrow between his eyebrows is still one of concern.
Seokjin supposes he can't blame him. Wouldn't he be just as concerned, if their positions were swapped?
Jungkook does end up ordering them dinner from the nice restaurant that Seokjin likes, and even sits down with Seokjin to eat together when they get home. The other members wander in and out (Hoseok especially seems to need extra reassurance that Seokjin is okay), but for the most part they're left alone.
It's a nice meal, despite the wary looks Jungkook keeps giving Seokjin.
"Jungkook-ah," Seokjin finally says after maybe the 30th time he catches Jungkook thinking, Oh fuck he can hear what I'm thinking.
"Hm?"
"Relax, please."
A cute kind of guilt flashes over Jungkook's face. Caught. "Ah."
"Besides the panic when I took your phone to put in my order, you're fine."
Jungkook groans at the memory, but honestly, Seokjin found that cute too. Jungkook's split-second thought, Oh no fuck what if Jin sees my internet history—
It was tempting, but Seokjin hadn't. Even if he's still not quite over teasing Jungkook for thinking of him as 'Jin.' Not even Seоkjin! Just Jin!
"I wish I could read your thoughts, you look fired up about something," Jungkook says with a snicker, stealing another piece of Seokjin's meat.
Seokjin just raises his eyebrows, hoping that the way his ears start to blush isn't obvious.
He tries to empathize with Jungkook. There are definitely thoughts of his own that he doesn't want Jungkook to hear. Normal personal stuff, of course, insecurities and intrusive thoughts, small worries that would burden him... but then the things that also cross his thoughts when it's too quiet and Seokjin is too weak to resist how his mind wanders.
The things he thinks, sometimes, when Jungkook stretches his arms above his head and his shirt rides up, showing off his toned stomach. Or when they're wrestling and Jungkook uses his full strength because he knows Seokjin can take it, pinning his hyung against the fridge with cocky ease. Or when he slaps Seokjin's ass in a way that's more than playful, or stares at Seokjin with an achingly mature look. Broad and more sure of himself now, their Jungkookie, with that familiar and handsome jawline, with those glittering, knowing eyes.
Seokjin swallows. He can't imagine how terrible it would be if Jungkook heard those thoughts. Absolutely terrible.
In comparison, Jungkook's brief thoughts like Jin can fit so much in his mouth or Ah, his laugh is cute or Those shoulders are really... hnn, all come off relatively tame and innocent, even if it might embarrass Jungkook if Seokjin brought them up.
It's almost enough to make Seokjin feel bad for his own dirtier thoughts, those dark places his mind goes when he's lonely and horny and can still feel an ache from how tightly Jungkook gripped his neck earlier, or a tingle from a spontaneous kiss Jungkook pressed to his skin. The depraved places his mind goes when he slides his hand into his underwear, when he lets the intrusive thoughts win and imagines their 25-year-old maknae as someone who could make Seokjin feel good, someone attractive and bratty and confident and rough—
Not that any of that matters, outside of Seokjin's guilty afterglow late at night. Because he has no plans to act on those thoughts about Jungkook.
He just... imagines it sometimes.
"Hyung," Jungkook says, and Seokjin also gets a wisp of a thought, Oh, food on his lip.
Seokjin licks his lip, tasting sauce. Jungkook's gaze hasn't left his mouth yet. "Yes?"
"You—" Jungkook fidgets. "You'll let me know if anything changes, right? If your headache comes back or you get dizzy again?"
Seokjin smiles gently at him. "Please don't worry, I'll be fine."
Jungkook huffs. "Fine? You can magically read my mind!"
"I can." Right now Jungkook's mind is an obnoxious string of, Jin Jin Jin Jin Jin Jin Jin— and Seokjin laughs despite himself, nudging the food closer to Jungkook, knowing he'll finish it. "Ah, did I raise you like this?"
"Don't talk about raising me," Jungkook mumbles with a scrunched face, and Seokjin also briefly hears, I'm not a kid.
He knows that Jungkook isn't a kid. He knows it a little too well.
"Just promise that you'll call me if anything changes, yeah?"
"Jungkook-ah," Seokjin says softly, "the bump wasn't your fault. This mind-reading thing also isn't your fault. We both leaned in too fast, we both hit our heads. Please stop looking so guilty."
"You could've really been hurt," Jungkook admits quietly. Seokjin can almost feel the weight of Jungkook's guilt through his soft words, and his chest aches to make it better. "Just- Just promise me you won't tough it out if something is wrong, something more than the mind-reading. Please?"
"Okay." Seokjin notices the way Jungkook's shoulders relax as soon as he says it, and hears a Thank you in his head that sounds a little too sincere. "Since when do you feel like you have to take care of me, huh? Aren't I the hyung here?"
Stubborn, is all Jungkook thinks, almost chiding. And he's not entirely wrong.
Jungkook busies himself with shoving more food into his mouth, so Seokjin takes the hint that he's finished talking about it.
(For whatever reason, when Jungkook is actively chewing something, his thoughts are completely quiet.
... It's pretty cute.)
—
Seokjin half-expects a supernatural reaction from his body when he leaves Jungkook to get ready for bed, like a return of the buzzing sound, or head pain from being a farther distance apart. But things stay the same. Seokjin catches the occasional stray Jungkook-thought across the dorm and his headache is almost non-existent now.
Which is a relief. Jungkook's thoughts are actually a little quieter — maybe because of the distance, or because he's sleepy? Or well-fed? — so Seokjin goes through his nighttime routine and settles into bed.
Even though it's not that late, Seokjin assumes Jungkook will be asleep soon. He isn't expecting to hear a soft Hyung in his thoughts, a few minutes into scrolling through his phone. He stills, and then again hears Jungkook's low voice, Hn, hyung.
Why would Jungkook be—
The thoughts get louder, clearer. Whinier. Seokjin can't see Jungkook and only assumes that he's in his room, but the intent behind his thoughts becomes uncomfortably obvious.
Seokjin flushes, alone in his own bed, as Jungkook moans shamelessly in his thoughts, Mm, hyung, a-ah.
Hyung... Hyung???
A different kind of flush, a prickling and unsettled one that Seokjin tells himself is just protectiveness, grips his stomach at the thought of Jungkook— what, thinking about his boyfriend that they don't know about? Why else the honorific?
Seokjin's ears are hot with the embarrassment of what Jungkook is doing, hearing him like this even just in thoughts. The way his voice breaks on a moan and his words stutter, slur, as if he's actually saying them where Seokjin can hear him.
Overhearing each other masturbate has always been awkward, of course, but also a little bit hilarious. A normal thing to happen when you have seven young guys living together, so they'd usually laugh it off.
Now, with the strange intimacy of Jungkook's quiet moans echoing in his mind, Seokjin isn't laughing it off. He feels like he's burning up, actually.
His knees bend and draw up under the sheet. Seokjin is suddenly grateful that he decided to wear pajama pants to bed, only because like this, with his dick still tucked away, he can pretend he isn't getting hard.
Seokjin opens his messages with Jungkook and after a moment of hesitation — and another softly moaned Hyung from Jungkook's fevered little thoughts — he starts to type.
Seokjin:
what the fuck
Okay, maybe that came out a bit harsh.
Jungkook's thoughts quiet for a second and then Seokjin receives,
Jungkook:
????
are you ok
Seokjin:
I can hear you
your thoughts, I can hear them
can you please turn them off
Seokjin almost laughs at the sudden burst of Jungkook's panicked voice in his head, Oh fuck. Oh shit oh god. Oh my god?
Jungkook:
um
Seokjin:
can you control them?
Jungkook doesn't message back right away, but Seokjin just— god, he can sense when Jungkook starts up again. Seokjin starts to picture a tattooed hand squeezing around a swollen cock as he hears the soft whimpers of pleasure through Jungkook's thoughts.
Jungkook:
did that work
Seokjin:
not even in the slightest
Jungkook sends crying emojis. Seokjin feels so embarrassingly fond of him.
Seokjin:
you could just stop
save it for another day
Jungkook's thought comes quickly after the message is marked as sent. But what if you're stuck with my thoughts forever?
Seokjin:
a little edging won't kill you
Jungkook sends an animated crying bunny sticker this time.
Please hyung, Jungkook thinks, now that he seems to realize he can direct specific thoughts to Seokjin. Please can I finish? I'll be quick.
Seokjin lets himself laugh out loud, even as his cock jerks in his underwear, still stubbornly hard throughout all of this.
Seokjin:
'you'll be quick'
Jeоn Jungkооk
have more shame than this!
You already know I was thinking about you, what's left to feel shame about, comes Jungkook's sulky voice in Seokjin's head, the words impressively mumbled considering he isn't actually speaking them.
And then Seokjin finally registers what Jungkook just admitted to, and his stomach drops.
Jungkook was thinking about him? While jerking off?
He's hyung?
Seokjin panics.
Seokjin:
why would you be thinking about me
He doesn't hear Jungkook's exasperated little snort, but he imagines it. It's too easy to imagine everything about Jungkook right now, actually.
Jin-hyung, do I need to spell it out for you...
Yes, Seokjin thinks, even though Jungkook can't hear it.
Hot. The word comes like an exhale, and Seokjin can hear the strain in Jungkook's thoughts again, loud but wavering. (Because he's jerking off again?) Didn't mean to, but when you licked your lip earlier, fuck.
Seokjin:
my lips?
Mmm.
As shocking as Jungkook's admission is right now, Seokjin could dismiss it as lust. Maybe Jungkook is pent-up, just bored. But underneath the want in his voice is yearning, too, something soft and vulnerable even if Jungkook himself doesn't know it's there.
Seokjin finally gives in, reaching into his own pants to curl his fingers around his sensitive cock and angle it up, slowly stroking. He sighs at the touch, even as heat burns in his face, his belly.
Seokjin:
you can finish
just don't be weird about it
It takes Jungkook a second to read the messages, but then his laughter comes across as pleased huffs in his thoughts, the urgency of his need getting a little louder. Maybe he's jerking off faster, now.
Seokjin:
what were you thinking about?
You.
Seokjin wishes, for the first and only time, that Jungkook could read his thoughts too.
Seokjin:
yeah you said but
be more specific
Oh, hyung, are you. Jungkook cuts off, the whine in his head echoing in Seokjin's ears like Jungkook is here with him. Fuck. Are you doing it too?
Seokjin's hand stills over his cock as he types.
Seokjin:
yes
He doesn't get a verbal response but instead a long moan from Jungkook, a flash of an image. Himself, as pictured by Jungkook, hazy and up close.
Seokjin didn't realize Jungkook's thoughts could even be visual, but then again, he isn't sure if Jungkook can control any of this right now.
Seokjin:
tell me Jungkook-ah
There's a low, drawn-out hum, a different sound in his mind but still one of obvious pleasure. Seokjin doesn't even know if Jungkook is still just jerking off.
Your lips on my cock.
Fuck.
Well. Okay! That's fine. Seokjin is fine. He did ask...
Seokjin:
is that it?
you just want a blowjob from your hyung?
N- No. Even in Jungkook's thoughts, his voice stutters. Seokjin can sense the heaviness of his breathing, can easily imagine the tight grip Jungkook must have on himself. I want everything with you.
Seokjin freezes.
You don't have to reply, unless you want me to stop, Jungkook thinks, his thoughts rushed and frantic. There's a roughness to his voice now. Is he close? Want you to tease me. You know where I'm sensitive, oh—
Seokjin swallows, eyes closing, his hand speeding up.
Want to push you down in bed and just, fuck. Want to- to—
Seokjin gets another image then, a fuzzy mix of first and third person point-of-view, as if he's standing to the side seeing both of them together, but also staring down at himself.
Jungkook is picturing this, Seokjin realizes, a soft moan escaping his own lips as the image burns in his mind of Jungkook on top of him, fucking into him.
Seeing himself through Jungkook's eyes, naked and red (Seokjin thinks, how does Jungkook know he gets so red?? And then remembers how often Jungkook's seen him shirtless working out) and hard, face scrunched in pleasure as Jungkook fucks him in his fantasies.
It's so strange. It's so achingly hot.
Please.
Seokjin:
please what?
Everything, anything, 'm close hyung please. Are you thinking about me too?
It's hard not to, with the presence of Jungkook's thoughts swimming in his mind, but Seokjin texts back anyway,
Seokjin:
yes
picturing your hand on yourself
picturing how you would feel inside me
or my mouth on you
Fuck, Jungkook thinks, Fuck, hyung—
Seokjin:
don't moan too loud when you come baby
or the others might hear you
Seokjin has no idea what Jungkook sounds like in person when he comes, but in Seokjin's mind, it's hitching gasps and whimpers, a stuttered moan, a- ahh, when Jungkook's orgasm hits him.
Seokjin gets that sense again, the rush of pleasure that's not his but still tightens hotly in his belly, with how hard Jungkook comes.
Jungkook's thoughts are a little muddled, wisps of sounds tripping over each other before Seokjin can make out a satisfied hum, mmm, and then a rough little sorry.
Seokjin's cock is still throbbing in his grip.
Seokjin:
sorry for what?
For mind-sexting you, Jungkook thinks.
Seokjin laughs. Never mind that Jungkook doesn't sound sorry in the least.
Seokjin:
no you're not
hyung doesn't mind
Did you come?
Seokjin draws in a sharp breath, his belly full of heat, so horribly aroused by the sound of Jungkook's orgasm in his ears, but he knows it'll take him a little more to get there. Pausing to message Jungkook, too, is its own kind of edging.
Seokjin:
not yet
that's what you get for being quick JK
Jungkook snickers. The impression of his laughter doesn't sound the same through his thoughts, but Seokjin can imagine Jungkook's familiar gremlin laugh just fine on his own.
Let me help.
Seokjin's teeth sink into his lip at Jungkook's low voice, the whispered suggestion in it. His fist pumps his cock once, twice before Seokjin finally replies.
Seokjin:
I'm scared of your idea of dirty talk
but sure
Can I come to your room?
Oh.
Seokjin's stomach clenches, hand freezing where he was just starting to stroke himself again while waiting for Jungkook to read his messages.
Seokjin:
fuck are
are you sure
you don't have to do anything
Tell me yes or no.
Seokjin breathes out shakily.
Seokjin:
yes
Cool be right there, Jungkook thinks with way too much energy and enthusiasm for someone who just had an orgasm. Seokjin laughs.
The panic as a result of his impulsive behavior hasn't quite hit him yet, but Seokjin does pull his pants back up, tucking away his dick even though it's obvious that he's hard.
But he can't just... let Jungkook walk in on him with his dick out.
(Jungkook would love that too much.)
There's a quiet knock on the door, a warning, and then Jungkook is letting himself in, dressed in just a pair of shorts.
Seokjin stares, blinking, and Jungkook stays still to let him look. His only thought is, Oh, Jin.
Jungkook's hair is messy like he's been running his fingers through it, his chest a little flushed, nipples tight and the tattoos standing out starkly on his skin in a way that always catches Seokjin off-guard. It's not like Seokjin is entirely unfamiliar with seeing him like this, shirtless, that he would stare so openly. With the ramping up of working out the past year, they've all been showing off to each other more often.
But Jungkook just got himself off while Seokjin could hear his wild, horny thoughts — thoughts about him — and now Jungkook is here, broad and pink-cheeked and shameless, thinking, Please, please.
"Please what?" Seokjin asks. He means for it to come out teasing, but it just comes out breathless.
Jungkook kind of stumbles forward to the bed in a hurry, crawling in like he's done so many times before, his eyes suddenly big and wide and so close to Seokjin's face. "Hyung, ah, fuck, why are you still in pajamas? Aren't you hot?"
"Of course I'm hot," Seokjin replies immediately.
Jungkook's face scrunches briefly with a smile, and then his expression goes a little shy when he asks, "It's okay, right? This is okay? It- It feels like I'm dreaming, you'd never..."
Seokjin finally reaches out, touching Jungkook's shoulder, sliding a hand down his arm. "I'd never what?"
"Want me back."
Something sharp twists inside Seokjin's chest at Jungkook's too-honest mumble, at the soft vulnerability on his face. His thoughts right now are just— incoherent, jumbled and wanting, and Seokjin can relate. It is both terrifying and elating to be speaking these things out loud (well— mostly out loud), to be giving a name to the non-platonic way that he's viewed Jungkook for a few years now, if he's being honest with himself for once.
Seokjin thought that being able to read Jungkook's mind would get him some good gossip, or at least some harmless new reasons to tease him.
He was entirely unprepared to have to confront his own feelings, unprepared for a goddamn confession.
"Jungkook-ah. I do, ah, I have. Wanted you," Seokjin admits.
Jungkook's eyes widen. "How long?"
"For... a time," Seokjin answers cryptically, smiling when he hears Jungkook scold him informally in his thoughts. (Again.) "It was just, you know. It was a thing. I was handling it. I- I never planned on you finding out. But what you said before." Seokjin lifts his hand to cup Jungkook's sweet face, then, warmth tugging low in his belly when Jungkook leans into the touch. This, at least, feels easy, and it gives Seokjin the confidence to continue. "Yeah. This— whatever this is, between us, is okay. What do you want, Jungkook-ah?"
"Want, ah." Jungkook doesn't finish, his thoughts both louder and bolder than his words, Your dick, please.
Seokjin bursts into laughter, dropping his hand, half-heartedly trying to catch Jungkook's fingers when Jungkook starts attacking the buttons of his shirt. "Yahhh, calm down. You want my dick? That's all?"
"Want hyung to fuck me," Jungkook says in a low rush, and Seokjin's gut clenches with heat. Surprised. Excited.
"You—"
"I fingered myself, it's okay, you can. Please." It's so strange to hear Jungkook's thoughts trail after his spoken words, Wet for you, I can take it.
Fuck.
"Hey," Seokjin makes himself ask when he sees that Jungkook's fingers are shaking, "it's not too much? Too soon?"
Jungkook shakes his head, flashing Seokjin a cute smile, his eyes bright with it. Nervous, maybe. But excited too. "God, no."
Seokjin still can't quite wrap his head around this. The idea of it. Wasn't Jungkook just fantasizing earlier about fucking him? "I thought you were jerking off."
"Mm, I was. Was doing both." Then, Jungkook's low voice drifting into Seokjin's mind, Don't be so boring, hyung.
"Yah! After all this you're really going to call me boring—"
Jungkook smiles, the look on its own so warmly fond, but then he also thinks, I like him so much.
Seokjin's breath catches at the sincerity in Jungkook's unspoken words, staring quietly as Jungkook hurries to undress him.
It's surreal, doing this. It really is. Jungkook's fingers fumble the buttons of Seokjin's pajama top open and then slide it off his shoulders, and all Seokjin can think about is how much different it feels from when they've wrestled, those times they playfully yanked at each other's clothes.
It feels different, but it also doesn't.
Jungkook now is eager, of course — aggressive with Seokjin's clothes and then soft with Seokjin himself — but there's something quiet and unfamiliar about this too. It's heated and purposeful, the way Jungkook pulls down Seokjin's pajama pants and underwear, and the way he settles back into bed after undressing too.
And god, the things Jungkook thinks staring down at Seokjin's naked body... Wild, hungry thoughts, mostly incoherent but still graphic enough to make Seokjin blush.
"I'm- I'm not letting you put your tongue there," Seokjin mutters.
Jungkook throws his head back with his laugh, and Seokjin can't resist anymore, now that they're doing this. Now that he knows Jungkook wants it just as much as he does. He reaches up to curl a hand around the back of Jungkook's head and guide him down into a hard kiss, lips slotting together.
It's overwhelming, doing something even as simple as kissing while feeling the full weight of Jungkook's desire in his mind. The giddiness, the shared relief, the shared hunger for it.
"Hyung," Jungkook sighs.
Seokjin holds Jungkook close, mouths trading deeper kisses and the ache inside him grows with Jungkook's desperation, his thoughts an endearing mess of, In, in, in—
"God, you're so hard already. How do you want this?" Seokjin asks, surprised when he can feel how Jungkook is into the roughness of Seokjin's voice, the little waver in Jungkook's thoughts when arousal pulses through him.
Jungkook swallows and reaches down between them, fingers circling Seokjin's heavy cock. Seokjin's lips part with a quiet moan at the touch.
"I, uh." Images flash in Jungkook's mind then — Seokjin pinning him to the bed, mainly — and before Jungkook can stutter out a response, Seokjin chases that impulse. He flips their positions and uses his strength to get Jungkook underneath him, trapping him there by holding Jungkook's arms to his sides. Trapping him there with his gaze, the desire that he doesn't try to hide from Jungkook now.
Fuck, god, Jungkook thinks, even as he laughs out loud. His expression is so familiar for a moment, the scrunch of his face like when he's amused by one of them, that something a little too close to guilt pulses in Seokjin's belly, remembering who they both are.
Remembering, as Seokjin's hand slides down Jungkook's bare side, the five-year age difference between them.
"Hyung," Jungkook breathes out, eyelids heavy when Seokjin's hand trails down to Jungkook's ass, gripping there just to watch Jungkook's throat bob with another swallow.
"You really fingered yourself?" Seokjin asks, fingers pressing in between Jungkook's cheeks, feeling how slippery it is.
Empty, Jungkook thinks, like a subconscious wisp of a thought, and then he's nodding.
"Okay. You think you can take me?"
Oh. Seokjin was teasing a little, but something about that— Jungkook's thoughts buzz after Seokjin asks that, a little frenzied now. Huh.
"Please," Jungkook begs out loud. "Yeah, I can. Just- Just spit, it's fine—"
Seokjin reaches for the lube in his bedside table drawer, rolling his eyes. (A small and guilty part of Seokjin hopes this isn't Jungkook's first time bottoming, if he thinks spit will be enough.)
"Do I need to use a condom?"
Jungkook shakes his head. Seokjin exhales shakily, and then hears a needy, Fill me.
"Mm, has it been a while?" Seokjin asks, teasing again. He gives his cock a few wet strokes and then traces Jungkook's clenching hole with two fingertips, smearing more lube there. Jungkook's body is tense, all that broad, tight muscle, but he squirms with how much he wants it, like he can't help himself. Just Seokjin's needy little puppy.
(Thank god Jungkook can't hear his thoughts.)
"Hyung," Jungkook moans.
"Shhh," Seokjin hushes him, but it's strained, when Seokjin is also about to vibrate out of his own skin with how turned on he is. "Hyung knows. You got me this hard, got yourself ready for me, of course I won't leave you empty. Jungkook-ah."
Jin, Jungkook thinks, and Seokjin slaps his thigh out of habit. Jungkook yelps out loud.
"Be good."
"Aren't I good for you?" Jungkook mumbles, lips pouted. Maybe he's teasing, but Seokjin thinks it's more likely that Jungkook craves hearing that praise.
Seokjin had always thought — those too-guilty, too-often times he let himself think about it — that sex with Jungkook would be all laughing, wrestling, awkward handjobs at first. He thinks maybe another time it could've been like that too, between them, but the Jungkook currently panting beneath Seokjin is so pliant for him, open and trusting in every way.
Seokjin is mesmerized by it.
"You are, sweetheart. You are good for me. That's it, just- just like this."
Jungkook's lips part with a stuttered moan when Seokjin finally lines the swollen head of his cock up and starts to press inside, his own need to chase his pleasure hitting him full-force when the muscle gives, Jungkook's hole slowly letting him in.
He's— fuck, he's so tight. Almost too tight, at first, and Seokjin hopes again — a little hysterically now — please don't let this be his first time.
"Oh," Jungkook gasps out loud when Seokjin sinks deeper, but in Jungkook's thoughts it's noisy, pleading, wisps of Too much, oh god he'll break me— and More, more, unh.
Seokjin pushes into that clenching heat and feels Jungkook stretch and take it, hears the jumbled begging flood his thoughts and tells Jungkook, in a voice steadier than Seokjin feels right now, "Easy, you're okay. Too much?"
Jungkook shakes his head. Seokjin hears, Yes, more.
"Ah, shameless," Seokjin laughs shortly, and then he's leaning over Jungkook's body, slowly drawing his hips back and easing forward again, fucking deeper into Jungkook with each careful thrust.
Seokjin wonders if that's instinct now, to be careful with Jungkook so vulnerable underneath him, face scrunched in a way that Seokjin can only trust isn't pain, given how hard Jungkook is.
Or maybe he's just using the carefulness as a distraction, something to take Seokjin's mind off how deliriously good Jungkook feels around him. It's squeezing heat around his sensitive cock that doesn't ease up, like Jungkook is desperate to keep him inside, clinging to Seokjin's shoulders as he thrusts.
Jungkook's thoughts are still jumbled, much less focused than they were when he was by himself, but Seokjin can somehow sense how intense the pleasure Jungkook feels is. It's flooding, constant, and Jungkook moans out loud shakily as Seokjin fucks him, watching Jungkook's stiff cock bounce over his abs.
"You really love this," Seokjin chokes out, dropping his face to Jungkook's neck, kissing the flushed skin in a weak attempt to soothe him as Jungkook's nail dig into his back. "How long have you thought about this, about me?"
Jungkook doesn't answer, head thrown back, chest heaving. His moans start to sound more like whines the harder Seokjin fucks him, little noises forced out of him that feed into Seokjin's climbing arousal. But Jungkook's thoughts, oh, he can't hide those.
Seokjin hears, Always. I've always wanted it. Please, hurts—
"What hurts?" Seokjin asks softly, hips stilling. He reaches down between them to touch Jungkook's cock, fingers curling around the throbbing length, thumb teasing the pre-come gathered at the slit.
"No, it's— good hurt," Jungkook says out loud, grunting in a way Seokjin finds helplessly cute even as he starts to pound into Jungkook, self-control slipping as his pleasure builds.
It feels so good to let go like this, to know that Jungkook isn't just taking it, he loves it.
"So good for me," Seokjin breathes out, nuzzling Jungkook's cheek, kissing his temple, lips impatient and wet. Jungkook's breath hitches, hips trying to tilt higher, legs trying to wrap tight around Seokjin's waist. "Better than fingering your little hole?"
"Shut up," Jungkook gasps, cock kicking in Seokjin's grip. Please. Oh, please.
Seokjin lets go of Jungkook's cock and braces himself to fuck Jungkook harder, pinning him with more of his weight, as hard as he dares. The bed frame creaks and Seokjin doesn't care, let the others know, he wants to give it to Jungkook as deep, as fast as Jungkook can take it. "Fuck, ah, that's it."
"Hyung," Jungkook chokes. His breath catches again, sounding more like a sob. "Hyung, close."
"Can you come? Want you to— come for me, sweetheart, go on."
Pleasepleasedon'tstop—
"Hyung will fill you up, yeah? So good for me, fuck, I won't stop, go on," Seokjin babbles, ears burning from the loud clap of their skin. Jungkook throws his head back and Seokjin mindlessly kisses the front of his throat, whispering, "Hyung's got you."
It takes a little longer — there's whining, Jungkook's body straining for his orgasm, arms holding Seokjin so close that his senses are filled with just Jungkook, his scent and his blushing skin and his frantic thoughts, his quiet sobs. And then Jungkook's mouth is falling open and he's coming with a gasping cry, cock jerking untouched, pulsing wet between them.
Seokjin ducks his head, chasing his own orgasm with the heat of Jungkook clenching desperately around him as he shakes through his orgasm.
"Please," Jungkook begs, and it's the tears in his raspy voice that push Seokjin over the edge, have his hips stuttering forward to spill inside Jungkook when he comes. The relief of it rushes through him, blinding pleasure, everything falling away for a moment except for the grounding hold of Jungkook's arms.
"Fuck," Seokjin gasps, pulling back just far enough to peer down at Jungkook's face.
Jungkook is beautiful in a way that feels private and new, just Seokjin's to look at, even as he sniffles, as his lips part with a small unh when Seokjin's hips twitch. Jungkook isn't crying noisily, but his big eyes are wet, his chest still heaving.
Seokjin must look awful, flushed hot and red and sweating, but he still stares down at Jungkook with a gentle smile until Jungkook meets his eyes. "Jungkook-ah, baby. Are you okay?"
It's a little terrifying, how quiet Jungkook's thoughts are right now. "Y- Yeah."
"Was that too rough?" Seokjin reaches between them, touching Jungkook's spent cock, and Jungkook's hips jerk even when a rough laugh bursts out of him.
"No, no no no, 's good. Felt good. Hyung." He blinks up at Seokjin while Seokjin uses a clean thumb to brush away the wet track of tears from Jungkook's cheek. "Can you hear it?"
Seokjin frowns. "Hear what?"
"W- What 'm thinking."
"I, ah." Seokjin finally draws back enough to let his cock slip out, mumbling an apology at Jungkook's grunt of discomfort. Seokjin just dazedly tries not to think about his come leaking out of Jungkook's used hole. "It's quiet. What are you thinking?"
"You can't— there's nothing?" Jungkook murmurs, eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
Seokjin shakes his head.
"Do you think, hm." The corner of Jungkook's mouth twitches.
"I know what you're going to say."
Jungkook's nose wrinkles with his little smile. "That you fucked the thoughts out of my head?"
"Ahhh, you brat," Seokjin scolds, but it's weak. His whole body feels a little weak after coming, sated and boneless. He settles on the bed next to Jungkook. "You think sex really fixed the, uh, mind-reading thing?"
"Well," Jungkook mumbles, "I've been thinking 'I love you' really intensely for two minutes now and you haven't reacted, so, ah... Maybe? I'm thinking about you naked again, can you hear that?"
Seokjin smiles. "Jungkook-ah. I am naked."
"Yeah." Jungkook's grin goes a little crooked, smug. "And I'm thinking really dirty things about it."
Seokjin reaches out to pinch one of Jungkook's tiny brown nipples, watching Jungkook curl up with a hiss. Watching him relax again, trusting, and Seokjin is so fond that he rewards Jungkook with a gentle kiss to his shoulder.
It's not that different of a sight than Seokjin is used to, Jungkook in his bed like this. Shirtless, sleepy. He's a little redder, a little more slippery, and yeah, his dick is out. But like this, the quiet afterglow of just them, it doesn't feel too scary.
"I already know you love me," Seokjin says eventually, clearing his throat and stretching out in the bed. Jungkook props himself up on an elbow, gaze dragging shamelessly over Seokjin's bare body.
"You're supposed to say it back."
"It back," Seokjin replies right away.
"Ahhhh hyung," Jungkook groans.
"Sorry," Seokjin murmurs, grinning sheepishly. "I, ah. I do love you. Too much. Don't take advantage of it too badly, okay?"
Jungkook's face softens. Seokjin reaches out to tuck Jungkook's hair behind his ear, eyes sliding shut when Jungkook leans in close enough to press his lips to Seokjin's. It's a gentle kiss. It makes Seokjin's toes curl happily.
"Don't pretend, Jin, you're such a romantic," Jungkook whispers.
"I'll put you over my goddamn knee if you call me Jin again," Seokjin says between kisses, and Jungkook just kisses him harder, gasping out a Please that has Seokjin pressing him back into the bed, kissing him between smiles.
—
(Seokjin isn't able to hear Jungkook's thoughts again after that, even with a couple more incidents of their heads bumping a little harder than is comfortable during the choreography.
But he doesn't need to hear Jungkook's thoughts. Because Jungkook tells him — sometimes quietly at night, or loudly in front of the others, boasting, being a brat on purpose — just how much he loves Seokjin.
And Seokjin doesn't need to hear Jungkook's thoughts to know how much he means it.
"I dunno," Yoongi says, crossing his arms one morning after Jungkook got up from his seat to start hugging Seokjin from behind, "sometimes I wish that stuff stayed in your thoughts, actually. Especially at night—"
"Ai hyung!" Jimin shouts before bursting into giggles, and Jungkook just squeezes his arms around Seokjin, snickering into his shoulder while Seokjin's ears slowly turn red.)