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It’s another long night at the office, and the laptop screen in front of Seokjin blurs not for the first time. He takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes, the pressure helping with the steadily building headache.
A little breathy ‘oh’ catches Seokjin’s attention, and his gaze goes to the couch where his pretty pet has been patiently sitting the whole day. Jungkook’s eyes are big and focused on the game he’s playing on the console Seokjin got specifically for him.
Namjoon mocked him for spoiling his new pet too much but shut up quickly when Seokjin reminded him that Namjoon got a whole new puppy hybrid, Taehyung, just because his kitten Jimin wanted someone to play with while Namjoon was at work.
The bunny’s ears stand at attention as tiny sounds of triumph or frustration leave his lips. He has his legs tucked beneath himself. The big sweater he’s wearing swallows him, covering the short skirt he has underneath and making it look like he’s got nothing but the sweater on.
Chin in his palm, Seokjin watches Jungkook for a few seconds. An endeared smile curls his lips at the corners. Seokjin really chose the cutest little thing.
He has no idea how he got so lucky that no one else spotted the shy bunny hiding in the corner at the pet store while the other hybrids fought for attention, but he’s definitely not complaining.
Seokjin’s had the bunny for barely a month, but he thinks it’s the best investment he’s made.
“Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin calls softly, thinking he deserves a break.
He sees the way the bunny’s whole body jerks, so easily startled. It makes Seokjin laugh.
Big eyes meet Seokjin’s, blinking owlishly.
“Yes, hyung?” Jungkook says.
“Come here,” Seokjin requests, leaning back in his chair and brushing a hand over his hair. It’s getting too long but Seokjin loves the way Jungkook grabs onto the strands when he rides Seokjin and becomes overwhelmed.
Jungkook bites his lip, glancing longingly at the game. “Can I finish this level first, please?” he asks and tilts his head to the side. His bunny ear flops over cutely, and he sticks his bottom lip out into a pout.
Seokjin knew that letting Jungkook meet Taehyung and Jimin wouldn’t end well, and here he is, suffering the consequences of it as his heart melts at the adorable sight.
“Fine, finish your level,” Seokjin allows with a sigh. “Just one, Jungkook-ah,” he warns because shy as he is, his bunny can be a trickster.
Jungkook gifts him a bunny smile with a nose scrunch and top teeth sticking out. “Of course, hyung.”
It’s not much of a hardship for Seokjin to simply watch Jungkook. The bunny mumbles to himself as he plays, eyebrows drawn together. The frustrated expressions he makes are beyond adorable.
“Yes!” Jungkook crows, grinning widely as he apparently wins the level.
“Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin reminds him, seeing the bunny’s finger hovering over the button to start a new level.
Jungkook glances at him sheepishly and puts the console down. He skips over to Seokjin’s desk and stands there with his hands folded politely, waiting for orders.
Seokjin lets his eyes roam down Jungkook’s body. “Hyung needs a bit of motivation to finish his work, will you help?”
Jungkook nods immediately. “Yes, of course.”
Seokjin’s smirk turns sharper. “Good boy,” he praises, knowing how much Jungkook loves hearing it. “Sit on the corner of the desk and finger yourself open for me.”
Jungkook’s jaw drops open and he looks back at the closed door of the office. He hesitates.
“Bunny, you know hyung doesn’t like repeating himself,” Seokjin says, dipping his voice a little lower, putting more authority into it.
“Sorry, hyung,” Jungkook says quickly. His cheeks are already dusting pink, and Seokjin grins at the sight.
Jungkook perches himself on the desk. He gulps visibly, the collar on his throat moving with it. He looks out the window that’s in front of him, a beautiful view of the city at night behind the glass.
Seokjin glances back too. If he focuses just right, the mirror image of them greets him.
“Come on,” Seokjin urges as he turns back to Jungkook. He taps Jungkook’s thigh where the skirt doesn’t reach. “Don’t keep me and everyone out there waiting,” he can’t help but tease, nodding towards the window.
Jungkook’s eyes drop to the ground shyly, and a brighter hue comes over his cheeks.
The bunny takes a little shuddery breath and lifts his legs. One of them goes on Seokjin’s desk, the other on the armrest of Seokjin’s chair as Jungkook spreads himself.
Seokjin admires how lovely the black lace of his panties looks on Jungkook’s skin. The scrap of fabric barely hides anything.
Jungkook keeps himself balanced with one hand on the desk behind himself and puts his other one on his thigh. He’s a bit of a tease, Seokjin thinks, as the bunny skims his fingers down his thigh, making himself shiver.
The fingers reach their target, and Jungkook tugs the lace aside.
Seokjin watches hungrily, muscles tense to not pounce right on the bunny, as Jungkook caresses over his hole, fondles his balls, lets the tip of his finger run all the way up his tiny pretty cock and swirls it around the cockhead.
Jungkook wraps all his fingers around his dick, his palm hiding it completely. He bucks his hips up, fucking into his hand. A beautiful moan stutters out of him as he does so, head dropping back. The collar with Seokjin’s name on it looks like it belongs on his exposed throat.
Jungkook jerks himself a few times before letting go with a whole body shudder. His cute cock is now fully hard, the tip shining wetly. Seokjin licks his lips, barely containing himself from leaning in and putting it in his mouth.
“Ah,” the tiny sound is so cute as Jungkook reaches down between his legs to gently rub at his hole. It gets shinier the more Jungkook stimulates, slick starting to leak out.
Seokjin has to dig his fingernails into his own thighs to stop himself from reaching out to touch the bunny.
“Hyungie,” Jungkook rasps breathily. “Aren’t you supposed to be working?” he asks.
When Seokjin manages to tear his eyes away from where Jungkook is rubbing himself, he sees a grin on the bunny’s lips. Seokjin clicks his tongue in disapproval; he might’ve preferred the bunny when he was too shy to even hold eye contact with him.
“Are you sure you can do this without supervision?” Seokjin snarks back.
“Are you sure you can keep your eyes off me?” Jungkook giggles but it quickly turns into a whine when Seokjin smacks the inside of his thigh and digs his fingers in.
“Careful with the attitude, darling,” Seokjin warns. His fingernails scratch over the bunny’s skin, leaving raised red marks.
Jungkook whimpers, and it’s the most beautiful sound. “Sorry, hyung,” he’s quick to say.
Seokjin only hums and puts his glasses on. He returns to his work even as his head throbs and the numbers swim in front of him.
In the corner of his eye, Seokjin sees Jungkook push a finger inside himself. The gasp he lets out and the way he rolls his hips forward slightly also give away the action.
Seokjin pretends to click around, writes some nonsense words in the report he’s working on (hopefully he’ll remember to delete them later). There obviously was no way he was going to do anything actually productive with his pet spread out like this and mewling in pleasure. Though Jungkook doesn’t need to know that.
Jungkook’s noises become louder the more fingers he stuffs inside himself. Seokjin risks a look down and his pulse kicks up a notch at the pretty visual.
The bunny has three fingers inside himself already, fucking in and out steadily, gentler than Seokjin ever is with him. The slick is smeared between his trembling thighs, dampening the lace that’s been pushed aside.
Seokjin’s eyes travel up. Jungkook’s cock is now red, the head beading with precum, staining the underside of his skirt. The big sweater is probably getting the bunny too warm, his cheeks red and sweat shining on his forehead.
Jungkook has his eyes closed, breathy puffs of air leaving him with every thrust of his fingers. He’s biting hard on his bottom lip, but that doesn’t stop the noises at all.
Seokjin shifts in his seat, rather uncomfortable with the way his chubbing cock gets restrained in his slacks. There’s not much more patience left in him. The game is fun but fucking his pretty pet will be a lot more fun.
Just as Seokjin gets ready to tell Jungkook to bend over the table, the office door opens without so much as a knock. Yoongi steps in, a folder in his hands, hair wild and big bags under his sleep drooping eyes.
“Hyung, I got you the--” he stops short, mouth clicking closed and immediately looking a lot more awake as he takes in what’s happening. His sharp eyes are focused on the reflection in the window.
The most hilarious squeak leaves Jungkook’s mouth then, and he closes his legs quickly, pulling the skirt as low as it can go, which isn’t that much. His chest is heaving with labored breaths and his wild eyes meet Seokjin’s.
Seokjin turns to Yoongi slowly and blinks at him. “You got me what?” he asks, nonchalant.
Yoongi opens and closes his mouth a couple times, gaping like a fish. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” he says and takes a step back.
“You didn’t,” Seokjin shrugs a shoulder. He barely contains the grin that threatens to stretch his lips as he notices his bunny hiding behind his sweater-pawed hands, knees pressed close together.
Yoongi clears his throat. “Alright,” he says with a decisive nod. He walks closer and places the folder on the desk. “Last month’s numbers,” he says, tapping the folder, but his eyes keep going to Jungkook.
Seokjin hums to show he’s heard and then turns to Jungkook. “You remember Yoongi, right, bunny?”
Jungkook drops his hands lower, gripping his collar with one hand and the tag with another. His eyes are firmly glued to the ground in embarrassment.
“Y-yes. He-hello, Yoongi-ssi,” he near whispers, barely audible in the silence.
Yoongi licks his lips, and Seokjin almost laughs at the obvious thirst. His interest in Seokjin’s bunny was obvious to Seokjin from the very first meeting.
“Jungkook,” Yoongi responds, nodding even if Jungkook doesn’t dare to look at him.
His voice is already gravelly and low, but soft too, probably because he doesn’t want to spook Jungkook. It’s sweet of him, but Seokjin knows that Jungkook can take a lot more than he lets on.
Seokjin puts a hand on Jungkook’s thigh, sliding it up and under the skirt. Yoongi’s eyes track the movement even as he holds himself completely still.
“Bunny, did I tell you to stop?” Seokjin asks.
Jungkook’s wide eyes snap to him, cheeks turning splotchy. It’s such a lovely sight.
“I - no, but--” Jungkook stutters.
Seokjin lifts an eyebrow at him. “Then keep going.”
The bunny glances back to Yoongi. He fingers the tag on his collar nervously and then looks back at Seokjin, gauging if he’s actually serious.
“Jungkook,” Seokjin scolds with the bunny’s name only at the inaction. It makes the bunny jump, startled.
“Yes, hyung. Sorry, hyung,” Jungkook says quietly.
He’s slow in returning to his previous position. The collar on his neck bobs as he swallows nervously, spreading his legs. He closes his eyes tightly and bites the sleeve of his sweater, keeping his hand there to cover half his face.
The fingers of his other hand slide into his hole. The moan he lets out is muffled by the fabric, and Seokjin would scold him for that usually but this is new for the bunny and he’s doing so well otherwise, so Seokjin lets it slide.
He focuses on the other person in the room for now. Yoongi just stands there, mouth wide open as he stares at the reflection.
“Yoongi-yah, come look at these numbers for me. I’m not sure if they make sense,” Seokjin says, pointing to his laptop.
Yoongi startles, barely noticeable but still there. A light pink colors his cheeks. He does inch around the desk, however, pretending to be respectful as he keeps his eyes down and only lifts them to look at the screen of the laptop.
“So, uh, what’s the problem here?” Yoongi asks, doing a stellar job at pretending there’s not a hybrid fingering himself two feet away.
“The projections for next month. They look a bit too grim, don’t you think?” Seokjin asks.
The table on the screen isn’t even for that, and Seokjin snickers to himself when Yoongi doesn’t notice that.
“I’m not sure. It might be because, um,” Yoongi mumbles. He has his arms crossed, knuckles white as he grips tightly onto his biceps. “I mean, the finance department, they’re really-”
The soft whimper, almost sob-like, diverts both of their attention on the bunny in an instant. There’s tears shining at the corners of Jungkook’s eyes. They’re glazed over as they search for Seokjin.
“Hyungie, please,” Jungkook croaks out. His hips are moving in little thrusts on the table, and the ears on top of his head are trembling.
Seokjin gives Jungkook a comforting smile and caresses the inside of his thigh. “You can come, baby,” he allows.
Jungkook gasps loudly, throws his head back, and his cock spurts cum on his skirt as he orgasms. Seokjin and Yoongi have the perfect view of the bunny’s hole spasming around his fingers, leaking even more slick that trickles down onto the desk.
Jungkook lies down, chest heaving, whole body trembling. He hides behind his hands again and goes to close his legs, only to be stopped by Seokjin.
Seokjin moves his hand up Jungkook’s thigh and taps a couple fingers over his sensitive hole. The bunny jerks and mewls, “Ah, hyung.” But Seokjin doesn’t heed him and pushes the fingers inside the warm wet heat, feeling the rim squeeze tight around them at once.
“He’s so pretty, isn’t he?” Seokjin asks, scissoring his fingers, making the bunny whine, as he turns to look at Yoongi. “Do you want to touch him?” he suggests.
Yoongi glances at Jungkook’s face but the bunny’s still hiding. “Hyung, I don’t think I should.”
Seokjin chuckles. “Why not? I’m giving you permission.”
Seokjin’s so proud of his pretty pet. And call him shallow, but he wants to show his bunny off, wants others to see how good and obedient he is; the perfect pet.
Yoongi still hesitates, looking worried for some reason.
“He likes being overstimulated,” Seokjin tries to ease his nerves. “Don’t you, baby?”
Jungkook sniffles and whispers a tiny yes in response.
“You’re sure it’s okay?” Yoongi asks, but Seokjin sees the way his fingers twitch, wanting to touch.
Seokjin pulls his fingers out, making Jungkook twitch and gasp. “Absolutely. What kind of hyung would I be if I didn’t share?” he replies, licking the sweet slick off his fingers.
Yoongi nods, probably more to himself than anything, and walks around Seokjin to Jungkook’s other side. His touch looks feather light as he skims his fingers over the bunny’s thigh, making the muscle jump and tremble.
Seokjin leisurely drags his fingers up and down Jungkook’s shin, chin in his palm as he watches his friend explore his bunny’s body.
Yoongi’s fingers reach the slick coated part and they still go up and up until he reaches Jungkook’s ass. He grazes the pads of two fingers over the bunny’s hole, and Jungkook whimpers, his spent cock twitching.
Seokjin places a few kisses on Jungkook’s skin to calm him and remind him that his hyung is here as the bunny still won’t show his face.
When Yoongi pushes the two fingers inside, he mutters a low swear under his breath. His eyes are focused on where he fucks the bunny in a slow rhythm.
Finally, Jungkook’s hands drop from his face, and Seokjin can see how flushed he is, how starry his gorgeous eyes look. He still bites on the sleeve of his sweater, but his other hand goes to grip onto his skirt.
“Harder, please, Yoongi-ssi,” Jungkook begs, eyes trained on Yoongi.
Seokjin bites Jungkook’s shin, making the bunny jump and direct his surprised wide eyes towards him. “Let Yoongi do what he wants.”
Jungkook pouts at him, eyes watering. “But I asked nicely.”
Seokjin laughs. The bunny quickly learned that he won’t get anything out of Seokjin without a polite please, and he’s been known to abuse it, pleading so prettily that Seokjin can’t deny him. But not right now.
“You’re not here to make requests, bun,” Seokjin tells him. “You’re here to be a good pet for hyungs.”
Jungkook frowns at bites at his sleeve harsher but doesn’t argue; he knows he’d lose anyway.
Yoongi smirks as his eyes wander from Jungkook to Seokjin. He shoves his fingers in harder, Jungkook’s frown clearing in an instant. Seokjin gives him an unamused look.
“You know, it really hurts my authority when you go along with what my pet wants instead of me,” Seokjin comments.
“I’ll go along with what you want when I’m fingering you, how about that?” Yoongi says, gummy smile in place.
Jungkook snorts and giggles, back to covering his face. Seokjin only shakes his head, fighting his own smile.
Yoongi lets his other hand join the fun, going to caress the bunny’s little cock. He holds it in his hand and squeezes, thumbs over the head. Jungkook reacts with shudder, and his legs want to close automatically, but Seokjin keeps them nice and spread.
It doesn’t take long for Yoongi to work Jungkook back up, he is a bunny after all. A few minutes of some harder finger fucking and jerking off, and Jungkook grabs Yoongi’s arm.
“Please, sir, please let me come,” he whimpers. His body is far from staying still on the desk, squirming and writhing with Yoongi’s movements.
“You can, Jungkook-ah,” Yoongi allows in a low breathy tone, clearly very affected himself.
“Thank you, thank you,” Jungkook whispers as his eyes shutter closed and his back arches off the desk.
Seokjin grins, pleased with how well-trained his bunny is. He watches Jungkook’s cum seep past the tight clench of Yoongi’s fist, the way he shudders and groans, hole gripping and releasing Yoongi’s fingers inside him.
“Wow,” Yoongi mutters, eyes wide as he too is captivated by the gorgeous sight of Seokjin’s bunny reaching euphoria.
“I know,” Seokjin chuckles and stands up. He nods towards Yoongi’s filthy hands as his own reach to caress the bunny’s skin. “You can have him lick you clean.”
Yoongi’s eyes go to Jungkook’s slack mouth and turn sharper immediately.
Seokjin gives Jungkook’s thighs a few light taps. “Roll over, baby. It’s time for hyungs to have some fun.”
Jungkook is slow and sluggish in his movements but obeys nevertheless. The metal tag of his collar clinks against the desk as he can’t keep his head up.
Seokjin pushes Jungkook’s skirt higher, revealing one of his favorite things about the bunny – the white cottontail. He flicks it and tugs at it just to hear Jungkook grumble in displeasure.
“Hyung, stop,” Jungkook whines, high and annoyed. He waves his hand, trying to push Seokjin away, but Seokjin grabs his wrist and locks Jungkook’s arm behind his back. He does, however, give Jungkook’s tail a few gentler pets before leaving it alone and releasing his hold on Jungkook.
Seokjin’s hands go to knead at the glorious globes of Jungkook’s perky ass. He sees Yoongi standing before Jungkook now, cum covered hand held in front of his face.
“Will you clean it up for hyung?” he asks.
“O-okay,” Jungkook mumbles. He takes hold of Yoongi’s wrist gently and his pink tongue laves at Yoongi’s fingers in quick tiny kitten-licks.
Seokjin opens his pants and gets his already painfully hard dick out as he watches the two of them. “You should fuck his mouth too,” he suggests to Yoongi. “Bunny’s a cockslut, I bet he’d love getting both his holes filled.”
As expected, Jungkook whines in embarrassment and drops Yoongi’s now clean hand to hide his face behind his floppy bunny ears.
Seokjin laughs at him and pats his ass. “It’s not like I’m wrong, Kook-ah. Who woke hyung up at 2 am the other night because he needed to sit on a dick or he’s going to, and I quote, ‘die from horniness’, hm?”
Yoongi’s chuckle is silent, shoulders shaking. He ruffles Jungkook’s hair. “A dramatic bunny, perfect match for Seokjin-hyung.”
“Tease me again and you’re not getting your dick anywhere near my bunny again,” Seokjin threatens, probably looking absolutely ridiculous doing so with his own dick out and leaking.
Yoongi laughs harder, hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay.”
Seokjin focuses back on the task at hand, which is fucking his pet so good he drools. So he pulls Jungkook’s ass cheeks apart with one hand and guides his cock to the invitingly shining wet hole.
He hears Yoongi asking for Jungkook to lift his head and open his mouth, hears Yoongi’s moan and Jungkook’s little hum of satisfaction. But he doesn’t look up.
He’s a lot more interested in the visual of his own cockhead gliding over Jungkook’s wet crack, bumping over the strip of lace that’s barely holding on.
Seokjin teases Jungkook’s rim as much as himself. He circles his cock around the tight pucker, taps at it lightly, watches as it contracts at the touch. Jungkook tries to push his ass back, to get Seokjin inside himself quicker, but one hard slap to his cheek has Jungkook squeaking and settling quickly.
“Fuck, Jungkook-ah,” Yoongi’s groan gets Seokjin’s attention.
He lifts his eyes to see Yoongi bent over Jungkook, hands planted on either side of him, hips moving in little thrusts.
Jungkook doesn’t gag as his throat gets fucked, only breathes harshly when he’s allowed to take a breath. Seokjin bets he looks so fucked out and pretty.
The tight arousal in his belly urges Seokjin on and he finally pushes his cock inside Jungkook to the hilt in one move. The bunny gargles around Yoongi’s dick at the sudden intrusion, hands scrambling to grip the edge of the desk.
Seokjin lets out his own groan of relief at finally getting some needed stimulation. The bunny’s hole grips him tight, spasming as Seokjin starts a quick harsh rhythm from the get go.
There’s no more words after that, both Yoongi and Seokjin too worked up and needing release. Only their harsh breaths, the wet squelch of Jungkook’s hole being fucked over and over again, and his gurgling around Yoongi’s dick can be heard in the office.
The bunny gets jostled between them but Seokjin and Yoongi find a rhythm that works for them. Seokjin grabs onto Jungkook’s skirt for leverage, hears the material ripping but doesn’t much care. Yoongi has his fingers tangled in Jungkook’s hair, keeping his head up as he abuses the bunny’s throat.
Seokjin locks eyes with Yoongi, who looks so beautiful all flushed and sweaty, long hair sticking to his forehead, jaw locked, and gaze so sharp it seems to sting. Even so, Yoongi can’t keep his gaze for long, diverting it behind Seokjin, where he can see the reflection of himself thrusting into Jungkook
That’s probably what does him in. He moans a low ‘fuck’ and shoves his dick into Jungkook’s mouth, having him gag for the first time. He stills then, head hanging low, and breathing harsh and irregular.
It takes Yoongi a second but then he’s pulling away from Jungkook and dropping to his knees. Seokjin hears him ask Jungkook if he’s alright in a soothing gravelly voice, sees him gently petting Jungkook’s bunny ears.
Seokjin doesn’t hear Jungkook’s answer, doubts the bunny can even process the question. He only drives harder into his pet, covers him with his body so he could grind deep and give Jungkook as much pleasure as Jungkook’s giving him.
“Gonna come again, bunny?” Seokjin breaths out, ragged and words slurring.
As Seokjin suspected, Jungkook can only mewl an incoherent reply.
It takes a few harsher thrusts and then Jungkook trembles beneath him, feet kicking out, and something of a sob escaping him. His hole grips Seokjin tight and triggers his orgasm too.
Seokjin spills inside the bunny, moaning loudly at the wave of satisfaction that washes over him. The buzzing pleasure crackles in his veins, and Seokjin grins to himself, lazy and pleased.
“Fuck, that was good,” Seokjin comments. He pulls away from Jungkook and stuffs himself back into his pants, zipping them up.
“Your bunny is really something,” Yoongi says as he too fixes his appearance. It doesn’t much help him look less fucked out, but at least he can’t be charged with public indecency.
“You should really look into getting a pet for yourself, Yoongi-yah. They’re really useful for stress relief as you can see,” Seokjin grins at him, petting Jungkook’s flank absently.
Yoongi eyes Jungkook, a smile curling his lips. “I think you got the best one, hyung.”
“I really did,” Seokjin chuckles. His bunny did so perfectly tonight, Seokjin will have to reward him with something extra special.
For now, though, he helps Jungkook roll onto his back and checks if he’s okay. The bunny licks his lips, eyes closed still, and nods at Seokjin’s question.
“You need help taking care of him?” Yoongi asks. He fluffs his hair, eyes running all around.
“I’ve got him. You can go home, Yoongi-yah. It’s really late.”
Yoongi hums and steps back. Jungkook’s ears twitch at the action.
“Wait,” the bunny croaks out, throat probably raw and fucked. He scrabbles at Seokjin to help him sit up and then turns to look at Yoongi, though Seokjin can see that he’s having trouble focusing. “Did I do well for you, Yoongi-ssi?” he asks in a tiny voice.
Yoongi smiles softly at him. “You did amazing, Jungkook-ah.”
Jungkook grins dopily, happy with the praise. Then he purses his lips and leans towards Yoongi. Seokjin has to scramble to hold him so Jungkook doesn’t overbalance and hurt himself.
“Kiss,” Jungkook demands.
Yoongi chuckles rather awkwardly and looks at Seokjin.
“You can if you want to,” Seokjin allows. The bunny loves kisses and Seokjin’s not about to deny him anything when he did so well.
Yoongi cups Jungkook’s cheeks and kisses the bunny deep and slow. Jungkook’s body slumps forward, fingers gripping Yoongi’s jacket and wrinkling it. Yoongi presses his lips to Jungkook’s forehead before he steps back again.
“Thanks for tonight,” he says, both to Seokjin and Jungkook, hiding behind his bangs, cheeks pinkening once more.
Seokjin grins at him, so similar to his shy bunny sometimes. “Anytime, Yoongi-yah.”
The door clicks closed softly after Yoongi leaves. Jungkook throws his arms around Seokjin’s neck, clinging onto him, nosing at his neck, and Seokjin wraps Jungkook in a hug, squeezing him tight to make the bunny giggle.
“You were so good tonight, Jungkook-ah,” Seokjin says. “My perfect little pet. Hyung is so proud of you.”
Jungkook whines and covers his face. “Hyung,” he whispers, muffled.
“What,” Seokjin laughs. “I didn’t say anything embarrassing. Hyung just wants you to know how well you did. My good bunny.”
He tugs Jungkook’s hands away and replaces them with his own, thumbs stroking over Jungkook’s cheekbones. He dots pecks all over Jungkook’s face – on his still red cheeks, his cute nose scrunched with a smile, his forehead, and down his jaw.
And then he kisses Jungkook’s lips, gentle and slow, trying to show his pet how much he truly appreciates him.
Jungkook licks his lips when Seokjin pulls back, eyes glazed a little. But he blinks it away and grins toothily at Seokjin. “Can we play with Yoongi-ssi again sometime?” he asks. “Please,” he tacks on, fluttering his lashes.
Seokjin snorts. “Yah, it’s not even been ten minutes. Do you want to go live with him too?” He pretends to be offended, crossing his arms, and steps back.
Jungkook doesn’t chase after him like Seokjin expected, only leans back on one hand, the other going to play with the tag on his collar, fingers brushing over Seokjin’s name. A pensive look comes over his face. “He was nicer to me than you.”
“You little shit,” Seokjin can’t help but laugh. “Come here, I’ll show you fucking nice.”
Jungkook squeals as Seokjin reaches for him and scrambles off the desk, running away. There’s nowhere much to run though. Seokjin easily catches him around the waist and drops him onto the couch where he tickles the bunny until his giggles fill the room.