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Yoongi hears hushed whispers and what sounds like crying coming from the living room, blearily opening his eyes as he checks the time. 7:24 am. What the fuck. He was going to give Jimin so much shit if he was up watching anime again this time of the morning.
He tiredly pulls on a t-shirt as he exits his room, back stiff from being hunched over his keyboard all night, trying to find the right notes for his project. He rubs at his face as he steps into the living room, feeling two pairs of eyes land him and suddenly he feels unwelcome in his own place, what the fuck.
Jimin is sitting on the floor, one hand clasped in a girl’s and the other resting on her knee as she tries to wipe at her wet cheeks when they spot Yoongi. Yoongi gives a small wave, feeling way out of his element as the girl pushes some of her long hair behind her face, sorrow evident on her face.
“Good morning?” he asks, turning to walk into the kitchen because he has a feeling he’s going to need some coffee, especially since Jimin is scampering after him.
“So,” Yoongi starts, pushing a button on the Keurig as he places a cup under the spout, “are you that bad of a lay?”
Jimin squawks and punches his arm, which Yoongi gladly returns, before Jimin turns his head to the door like he’s afraid the girl is going to be standing there, “Hyung don’t say that!”
Yoongi shrugs, pulling sugar from out of a cupboard, as Jimin continues, “You will not believe what I’m about to tell you.”
Yoongi halts in his action of stirring his coffee, raising an eyebrow at Jimin, “What?”
Jimin takes a deep breath like what he’s about to say is going to tilt Yoongi’s world upside down, “She’s Jungkook.”
Yoongi raises an eyebrow, taking a sip from his coffee and approaches the doorway, peeking around it to glance at the girl sitting on his couch, at the way her hair tumbles down her back and she keeps tugging on her shirt, pulling it away from her body as her leg bounces.
“You’re right,” Yoongi finally says and Jimin heaves a sigh of relief, opening his mouth again, “I don’t believe you.”
Jimin pulls at his hair, eyes widening, “But hyung she is!”
Yoongi snorts and shakes his head, “Jimin I don’t know what prank you’re trying to pull or whatever but I’m tired and I have a test to study for tomorrow so if you could please just get your little friend to leave that would be great.”
Jimin shouts as Yoongi walks out of the kitchen, studying the girl as she turns towards him, her eyes crinkling into a small eye smile as she pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, flashing her slightly too large front teeth at him. He blinks as he takes her in, the shape of her face and the button of her nose, her lips slightly plush and rosy pink and Yoongi chokes as he backtracks. He pushes Jimin farther into the kitchen, setting his coffee cup down on the kitchen counter with shaky hands.
“Jungkook is sitting on our couch and he’s a girl,” Yoongi hisses.
Jimin throws his hands up in the air, “I fucking told you!”
“What do we do?”
“How the fuck should I know?”
“What the fuck happened?”
“Hyung!”
“Why the fuck is he, she? What the fuck, what the fuck.”
Now Yoongi is panicking slightly because Jungkook, their friend Jungkook, who dances with Jimin and Hoseok and studies with Taehyung and sometimes walks with Yoongi to class is sitting on his couch except now he has boobs and his hair is shining under Yoongi’s ugly living room light and his body is small and petite but he hasn’t lost the definition in his legs and Yoongi is slightly attracted to him (has always been slightly attracted to him, in all honesty) but also very very confused.
“Hyungs?”
They both startle and Yoongi knocks his hand against his coffee, some of it splashing over the rim and landing on the counter, as they both turn towards the younger boy (girl?) standing in the doorway, shirt large and hanging on her frame, basketball shorts too long on her because apparently girl Jungkook has shrunk and Yoongi is dying a little inside at how cute she looks, standing in his kitchen like this.
She’s staring at both of them, eyes still the same honey brown, still twinkling even though they hold a touch of fear. She definitely still looks like Jungkook, just a slightly more feminine one, features softer and tighter, smaller and cuter. Yoongi feels his heart kick start when they make eye contact and she trails a hand down the doorway, chewing on her lip in such a Jungkook fashion that it takes Yoongi’s breath away.
“Jungkook,” Jimin breathes, hands clenched at his sides, “Sorry, did you hear us?”
Jungkook nods, dropping her gaze to the floor as she toes at one of the slightly loose tiles of the kitchen.
Yoongi has no idea what to say, has no idea how to handle this situation. He can feel that familiar sense of dread in his stomach, the one he normally gets when he has to deal with something he has no idea how to deal with, like that time he worked at a gas station in high school and someone had started yelling at him. Except now the problem is Jungkook is a girl, a very very cute girl, and he can feel something stirring in his stomach, a familiar feel of desire Yoongi thought he had squashed a long time ago, and he hates himself for it.
“Hyungs,” she starts, voice soft, eyes still downcast and he can see the shake in her shoulders, “What do we do?”
Jimin furiously starts waving his arms, eyes widening as Jungkook starts crying. Yoongi is rooted to the spot as Jimin rushes to Jungkook, pulling her into his arms as she buries her face into the crook of his neck, trying to muffle her sobs. Yoongi is not good with real emotions, unless they’re pouring from his fingers through his fingers, whether into lyrics or into music, so he lets Jimin handle it. But he’s trapped, because the two of them are standing in the doorway and there’s no way he can ask them to move without looking like an asshole.
“Don’t worry Jungkook, we’ll figure it out,” he hears Jimin whisper and when Yoongi looks up, Jungkook is peeking out from Jimin’s neck between tear soaked eyelashes.
Yoongi tries to give her a reassuring smile, but honestly, there is nothing reassuring about this situation.
-
Yoongi is sitting on his couch, Jungkook sitting next to them and Jimin once again sitting on the floor. It’s about nine in the morning now and Yoongi has skipped his music theory class because there is no way he was going to be able to focus on any kind of theories when Jungkook is a girl and sitting on his couch, lips puckered and now dressed in an ill-fitting pair of pants that used to fit boy Jungkook but are too baggy on girl Jungkook. The sweater she is wearing, that used to be slightly big on boy Jungkook, has girl Jungkook drowning in fabric but Yoongi thinks she looks fucking adorable.
“So you just… woke up with tits and a vagina?” Yoongi asks and Jungkook shrugs, hands clasped around a cup of tea Jimin had made her, “Is it… uncomfortable?”
“Hyung what the fuck,” Jimin hisses.
But Jungkook laughs, leaning farther back into the couch and frowns when her hair gets stuck between the couch and her back.
“Well my tits hurt and they’re heavy,” Jungkook tells them and Jimin whines, covering his ears and Yoongi snorts.
“God how have you ever slept with a girl?” Yoongi asks and Jungkook giggles, actually giggles and Yoongi can feel himself sinking further into the pits of hell, as the sound settles over his bones and warms him to his core. He hates himself.
They settle into a quiet as Jungkook slides further down onto the couch, staring contemplatively up at the ceiling as Yoongi’s eyes land on the soft patch of skin shown by Jungkook’s sweater riding up. Her skin looks nice and smooth, a smattering of moles marking her skin and Yoongi wants to play connect the dots. He really hates himself.
“So what do you do now?” Jimin asks, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the floor as he looks up at Jungkook.
She shrugs her shoulders, hair falling over her shoulder with the movement and Yoongi tracks it with his eyes, “I guess just ride this shit out.”
Yoongi snorts again, “What the fuck kind of answer is that? You have no idea how long you’re going to have a vagina and you just want to, ride it out? God that’s a dirty joke in and of itself.”
Jungkook throws a smile at him and his insides melt and he returns it almost shyly. Her phone goes off, a light ping echoing through the room and she opens her phone, reading the text.
“Thanks for letting me come over and cry,” she smiles at both of them, climbing to her feet, “Seokjin is going to take me shopping for clothes.”
“Are you going to buy…?” Jimin cups his chest and Yoongi throws a stray pen at him, hitting him in the head with a resounding thunk.
Jungkook laughs but nods, “Yeah. I need to be comfortable, right? Make sure my nipples don’t make surprise appearances?”
That’s a sight Yoongi isn’t going to forget about for a while.
-
Jungkook adjusts pretty well to being a girl, Yoongi thinks, finding dresses that show off her waist and heels that accentuate her legs. Classmates ask what happens to boy Jungkook, but they cite a family emergency and everyone accepts it, girl Jungkook sliding in seamlessly. Seokjin, Namjoon, Hoseok, and Taehyung take the news pretty well, though Taehyung can’t look Jungkook in the eyes, or even in her general vicinity. Seokjin dotes on the girl, happy to have another girl in her immediate friend group (which Hoseok takes offense to as Seokjin just tuts and says, “You act like a boy so you don’t count,” which only makes Hoseok madder.) Jungkook takes it all in stride, throwing eye smiles at guys and tripping them up and making them stumble and Yoongi has honestly never been as sexually frustrated in his entire life.
But Jungkook is gorgeous, and she’s so open and friendly as a girl, talking freely to everyone and becoming more touchy and Yoongi has never seen more of Jungkook in his entire life than he has these past two weeks of Jungkook being a girl. She’s at their apartment all the time, usually in a short pair of shorts and a tank top, hair pulled off her neck and Yoongi has definitely popped a boner more than once. She still sometimes walks with him to class but she definitely swings by his studio more, usually bringing him food and he even starts asking her opinion on songs. Jungkook had a nice voice as a boy and it definitely transferred over to girl Jungkook, who lends her voice for some of his tracks, voice melodic and soft. It’s nice, he thinks, when she’s lounging in a chair pulled up next to him, swinging her feet and peering over his shoulder as he tinkers with sounds and she’s so distracting, she smells so nice, and Yoongi can’t handle this.
“So,” Yoongi asks a little too loudly one night, when she’s hanging over him, peering at his computer monitor with her arms resting on his shoulders, breath puffing against his neck. He startles her and she takes a step back as he continues, “how’s the whole… girl thing going?”
He hears Jungkook laugh as she plops into the seat beside him, spinning around in the chair once before turning towards him, “Its fine. I mean I’ve enjoyed having boobs, they get me out of a lot of things but also kinda into things haha. But I mean, it’s been fine. I’m a little worried though…”
Yoongi turns towards her, having completely given up on working on his assignment, “Worried about what?”
“What if… I never turn back? Into a boy?” her voice drops off into a whisper and she’s wringing her hands and Yoongi sees that she’s actually worried about that.
“I don’t know,” Yoongi shrugs, hating that Jimin isn’t hear to talk Jungkook through her troubles, “I honestly don’t know.”
Jungkook gives him a watery smile, “Sorry hyung, don’t worry about it, it’s not that big a deal, I’ll handle it.”
Jungkook goes to stand up but Yoongi grabs her arm, stopping her from leaving the studio completely, “Jungkook.”
She stills, turned away from him as he stares at her hair, lengthened down her back and illuminated by the computer screen.
“Jungkook,” he starts again, tugging on her arm until she’s turned towards her. She has a few tear streaks on her cheek and Yoongi keeps tugging on her arm until she steps closer, letting him reach up and wipe them away.
Her eyelids flutter close when his hand makes contact with her cheek and he keeps it there, swiping his thumb across her soft skin.
“Yoongi,” she murmurs, opening her eyes and he’s stricken with how vulnerable she looks in this moment, staring down at him with so much trust in her eyes, body slumping towards him slightly.
“Come here,” he says, tone matching hers as she scrambles to sit in his lap, her legs thrown over his and her arms winding around his waist as she lays her head on his shoulder.
Jungkook sighs as she settles against him, warm in his lap as he rests his cheek against her hair. He rubs a hand up and down her back, over the cool material of her shirt as she rests more fully into him. She’s breathing slowly against his collar bone, hands fisted into his shirt and he doesn’t know how they got here, to this moment, but Yoongi doesn’t care as they rest in the chair, silence stretching between them. He can feel her eyelashes fluttering against his skin, can feel the slight motion of her hand rubbing his side through his shirt, can feel his heart thudding in his chest and he wonders if she can feel it too, if hers is acting like his.
“Can I tell you something… without you freaking out?” she asks, voice barely above a whisper and she’s shivering, even though Yoongi feels like the room is a furnace.
“Of course,” he tells her, pressing his lips to the crown of her head in a kiss.
“I think I like you hyung.”
Yoongi doesn’t freak out. They sit in silence for a second, Jungkook seemingly holding her breath as she waits for whatever he has to say.
Finally he just nods like the idiot that he is and says, “Okay.”
“Okay,” Jungkook huffs against his collarbone and relief has her sagging her shoulder, body still slightly taunt like a coiled wire, “Should I… leave?”
“We probably both should, it’s late. Come on, I’ll walk you back,” Yoongi nudges her out of his lap and she reluctantly slides her feet to the floor, glancing up at him. He offers her a hesitant smile but that seems to be enough for her and she smiles back, tangling her fingers with his.
“Thanks for not freaking out,” she tells him.
He just dumbly nods.
-
“I’m so fucking confused,” he tells Namjoon the next day, sitting down in the dining hall with the younger boy.
“About what? It’s pretty obvious you like her,” Namjoon shrugs, shoving chicken in his mouth, “So tell her.”
“I can’t fucking do that. Then Jungkook’ll think I only like her because she has a vagina now.”
“Don’t you?” Namjoon asks, completely curious, “You never seemed to have much interest in her until recently.”
Yoongi blushes a little, “I mean I always thought the kid was attractive but he never seemed to want to be around me. But recently it seems like all I see it Jungkook now, in my living room, in the studio, on my way to class. Jungkook’s interested in me now and I can’t help but think that’s because she has a vagina.”
Namjoon nods his head, like it’s a completely normal thing for a guy to like a guy that turned into a girl and not as one of the most fucked up things on Earth. Actually, global warming was probably one of the most fucked up things on Earth because who lets their planet die, but whatever.
Yoongi sighs, “I hate that you’re right and also that you’re so calm about this.”
Namjoon shrugs, “I’ve watched enough anime.”
“Fuck you my life is not some shitty shoujo anime.”
-
Yoongi is completely unsurprised to find Jungkook laying on his couch when he gets back from his class, sprawled out like she owns the place, scrolling through her phone.
“Hey!” she greets when she sees him toeing off his shoes and he flashes her a quick smile.
“Hey. Can we talk?” he asks.
She nods, throwing her legs over the side of the couch and making room for him.
“Is Jimin here?” he asks, sitting down gingerly beside her and feeling his heart leap into his throat when she scoots closer to him.
“Actually I think he’s out getting laid? He came in in a hurry and then he rushed right out and it looked like he had a raging boner so I think he grabbed some condoms.”
Yoongi chuckles and can only imagine how flustered Jimin must have been, “Well good for him.”
Jungkook laughs and shakes her head, hair fanning over her shoulders and Yoongi can’t stop himself from pushing her hair behind her ear so he can see her face. It brings a smile to her lips and a flush to her cheeks and she looks up at him.
“So what do we need to talk about?”
“Last night, you said you liked me-”
“You promised you wouldn’t freak out!” Jungkook points an accusing finger at his face.
“I’m not freaking out!” Yoongi argues, “Jesus, let me talk.”
She frowns at him, “What about it?”
“I just…” Yoongi has problems with emotions and words, but he’s never had problems telling someone he’s liked them or wanted to go on a date or wanted to hole up in his bedroom for the weekend, but this is Jungkook and he’s liked Jungkook for a while and now Jungkook likes him, “Listen, I like you too.”
Jungkook looks taken a back for a moment, before asking, “But…?”
“I just… I’m confused?”
“Why are you confused?” she asks, reaching out to place a hand on Yoongi’s arm.
“Because you’ve never showed much interest before? And now I see you everywhere? Like, everywhere, what’s up with that? Is it… is it because you have a vagina? Is that why you like me?”
She looks at him for a second, before she slugs him in the arm.
“Ow!” he yells, jerking away from her.
“You are such an asshole!” she yells back, “I cannot believe the nerve of you. I fucking tell you I like you and you counteract with it’s because I have a vagina? God forget Jimin getting laid, how the fuck have you ever gotten laid, that was so unsmooth I’m actually cringing.”
He laughs because Jungkook looks so pissed, cheeks tinted pink as she continues to yell at him, throwing her hands around as she does so.
“Do you wanna find out how smooth I am?” he asks in a teasing tone but it shuts her up real quick, mouth closing with an audible snap.
“Don’t fuck with me,” she bites, pushing him away but he grabs onto her hand and pulls her to him.
“Listen to me, I do like you, I really do,” he mumbles, catching her chin with his hand when she goes to look down and forcing her to look him in the eyes, “I just want to make sure…”
She nods slightly, “I’m sure I like you, I’m sure I liked you before, when I had a dick.”
He only blushes a little, which makes Jungkook smile, before he leans in to lightly kiss her; he doesn’t want to overstep any boundaries. She seems to have other ideas, though, as she clambers into his lap and threads her fingers into his hair, forcing his head back to have more leverage. Her tongue is insistent, pressing against the seam of his mouth until he obliges. She tastes sweet, like some kind of candy she must have been eating before he came home. She’s making these small sounds as he runs has hands over her body, from her waist to her neck to her hips and to her thighs. He wants to touch every part of her, wants her as physically close to him as she can be, pressing her tightly to his chest.
“Yoongi,” Jungkook breaks off with a moan, “God, Yoongi, I want you to fuck me, so bad.”
He inhales sharply, her words going straight to his dick, “J-Jungkook are you… are you sure?”
She pushes her hips down into his, rubbing against his obvious erection as she kisses him feverishly, “Yes.”
He grips onto her thighs, hoisting her up as he stumbles his way to his room, depositing her on the bed as he rids himself of his shirt. She instantly spreads her legs, letting him settle between them as her hands roam the new expanse of skin, dragging her nails down his back when he presses his pelvis into the flimsy excuse of cotton shorts she’s wearing.
“Why do you even wear these shorts?” he mumbles against Jungkook’s skin, clamping his teeth down near her pulse point and getting a keening sound in response, “It’s not like they even cover anything.”
She tries to laugh but she’s out of breath, trying to pull him close at the same time she’s trying to undress, “A-All the better to rile you up with, my dear.”
He growls against his mark, hands harshly dragging down her shorts as she finally gets her top off, and fuck she isn’t wearing a bra.
“Goddamn, do you always go braless when you visit?” he breathes, hands coming up to cup her breasts and Jungkook arches into the touch, wrapping her legs around his waist as she ruts up into him. Yoongi’s breath hitches because he can feel how soaked she is and he quickly moves to take off his pants. Fuck, why did he have to wear jeans today?
She can’t say anything, breath coming in ragged pants and she slips a hand in between her legs, pushing her panties aside to touch herself and Yoongi groans low in his chest, halting his ministrations to just watch her. Her head is thrown back and she’s propped up on one elbow, her other hand apparently working their magic as she pushes a finger inside herself and keens.
“This is so much weirder than having a dick,” Jungkook gasps, quickly adjusting to one finger and upping to two, “So warm and wet and squishy.”
Yoongi tries to laugh but it cuts off into a moan when she leaves herself alone and pulls her panties down, instantly grabbing Yoongi’s fingers to brush them against her clit.
“Please touch me,” she whimpers, arm buckling under her.
Jungkook falls back against his covers, raising her slick hand to cover her mouth as her sounds pick up, loud and breathy, as Yoongi tentatively runs a finger up and down and around, collecting moisture on his finger tip and bringing it to his mouth.
“Fuck,” she sobs, spreading her legs wider and her smell hits his nose, heady and heavy and his head is spinning.
He’s done playing games, thrusts two fingers into her hard and fast and sets a rough rhythm that has her voice cracking, actual tears leaking out of the corner of her eyes. He leans down to pant into her mouth because kissing is not an option at this point, trying to suck in as much oxygen as possible as his one hand continues his assault and the other fumbles with the drawer beside his bed where he stashes his condoms.
“So good,” she can’t manage anything above a whisper, “So good so good. Yoongi Yoongi Yoon-”
“Gonna make you feel so good baby,” he mumbles, licking at her mouth.
Jungkook whines when Yoongi extracts himself from her, tearing the condom package open with his teeth and hissing as he slides it down on his dick. The pressure is a nice, alleviating relief, especially when he leans forward, one arm sliding under her head to prop her up slightly and his other finds purchase on her hip, bringing his hips to position and sliding his dick through her wetness.
“Fuck,” he groans and she echoes the sentiment, trying to cant her hips so his head will catch on her opening.
“Yoongi, Yoongi please, please please please fuck me,” she’s begging, grasping at his back to try and bring him to her.
He leans down to pant into her ear, thrusting in shallowly as he does, “Gonna go slow, don’t want to hurt you.”
The first few seconds are fine, breaching just enough that she can feel the stretch but not enough that it’ll hurt. Yoongi is average in length and girth but the first time is always uncomfortable, a new feeling to get used to, and Jungkook may have had sex as a guy but that may not translate over in this body, so he watches Jungkook’s face screw up as she tries to relax, tries not to fight against the intrusion.
“Okay?” he asks, hand massaging her hip and she nods, so he pushes the rest of the way in and she gasps, throwing her head back and raking her nails down his back.
Yoongi winces and gyrates his hips, trying to ease her up a little, “Okay baby? You good?”
Jungkook’s eyes flutter open and she brings a hand to Yoongi’s cheek, raising his head from its position in the crook of her neck and kisses him, “Y-Yeah, fine. Move, please, please move.”
Yoongi raises up on his haunches, moving his hand down to match the other, gripping her hips as he pulls out slightly to push back in, watching her face for any discomfort. Jungkook’s mouth falls open and the noises are sinful, each one shooting straight down to his cock and he grits his teeth, willing himself to not lose it because they haven’t even got to the best part, where she loses all ability to speak.
“Goddamn Yoongi,” she gasps, canting her hips again and Yoongi curses, “Faster, go faster, I’m not going to break, goddamn, goddamn, god-”
His hips snap forward harshly and she cries out and he leans forward again to grab at her shoulder, hunkering down before he instructs, “Grab the headboard, make sure it doesn’t hit the wall.”
Jungkook whimpers at the implication and does as she’s told and Yoongi watches her stomach pull taunt at the strain. Once her fingers are securely wrapped around the headboard railings, Yoongi pulls all the way out, dick wet and glistening in the lights slightly, before setting a brutal pace, slamming into her again and again and again. He’s afraid he’s going to bruise Jungkook’s thighs with his pelvis at this pace, but she’s writhing under him, unable to keep her mouth closed as she spits out expletives and his name and praises and he can’t stop.
He feels the telltale signs of his orgasm’s fast approach and his movements get sloppy, letting go of her hip to fumble over her clit with shaky fingers but it must be okay because he can see her stomach tightening and she clamps down around him, impossibly warm and wet and he can’t keep his shout at bay, the loudest he’s ever been during sex. But Jungkook’s practically singing, her voice beautiful as she moans his name out, orgasm wracking her body as he continues to push his way into her, much slower and much more gently, thumb lazily flicking over her oversensitive nub.
There’s a sudden silence in the lack of the obscene sound of Yoongi ploughing into her and the lack of his headboard rattling and her sweet voice calling out to him. It’s just the sounds of their pants mixing together, trying to catch their breath and cool their bodies.
Yoongi moves first, pulling out and having half a mind to just flop down and curl up, screw the clean-up. But the sooner he cleans up the sooner they can cuddle, so he rids himself of the condom and grabs a clean towel, pulling on sweatpants and hissing as the material rubs over his sore but satisfied dick.
When he lays back down Jungkook’s eyes are trained on him, a fucked out grin on her face and basically a puddle in his bed.
“I don’t even… that was amazing.”
He grins cockily, spreading her legs again to wipe her gingerly with the towel. She keens slightly, pushing her knees together to get him away and he lets her, crawling up the bed to flop down on her, arms wrapping around his waist.
Jungkook sighs, eyes closing as she threads her fingers through Yoongi’s sweaty hair.
“What now?” she asks in a reserved tone.
“Now? We sleep.”
“But what then?” she presses, pulling on his hair to tilt his head so he’ll look at her.
“What Jungkook? I assumed we’d start dating since we both kinda like each other and the sex was pretty damn good so-”
“You can’t just assume that,” she hisses, smacking his arm lightly, “You have to ask properly.”
“Ask properly? I’m not the one who basically crawled into your lap like a spider monkey,” he sniggers, licking at the sweat on her collarbone and she knocks her chin into his forehead lightly.
“You are such an asshole,” Jungkook bites out.
Yoongi just hums, tracing his fingers over her still quivering stomach, “Hey. There’s a café down the road I’ve never been to, maybe we could go there tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow, just us. Like, on a date?”
“Yeah, like a date,” Yoongi looks up at her, suddenly feeling shy and like she’ll reject him.
Jungkook considers him for a moment, before she nods decisively and pulls his duvet over their rapidly cooling and slightly gross bodies, “Great, a date.”
Her smile is blinding and Yoongi falls asleep thinking about the sun.
-
Yoongi wakes up at about 7:30 am and that is definitely a dick poking into his back, hard and hot and throbbing. He peeks over and sees Jungkook, hair short and jaw defined and hickey on his lower neck and sweat gathered on his forehead. Yoongi smiles, because the younger boy really is cute, but then he yells because Jungkook is a boy and sleeping in his bed with his morning wood pressing into his lower back.
His yell causes Jungkook’s eyes to burst open and then he’s yelling and that’s how at 7:30 in the morning Yoongi finds himself yelling into Jungkook’s face, whose yelling back just as loud, after a night of great sex except Jungkook had a vagina last night and now he has a dick.
Okay.
-
Jimin had burst into the room, baseball bat in hand and ready to beat someone apparently, but then he saw Jungkook and Yoongi in Yoongi’s bed, in various states of undress and then the smell of sex hit his nose and Jimin promptly left, face beet red. At least the two boys have stopped screaming and Jungkook’s morning wood has disappeared.
They’re seated on Yoongi’s bed across from each other, knees touching and Yoongi can’t believe just under ten hours ago he had fucked Jungkook opened, elicited sounds he didn’t even know someone could make.
“So,” Jungkook starts and his voice has deepened, back to normal, and he’s steadfastly avoiding Yoongi’s gaze, “now what?”
Yoongi furrows his eyebrows and looks at the younger boy, really looks at him. He takes in the disheveled hair and the torso now clad in one of Yoongi’s shirts, though the boy is broader in the shoulders than he is so he’s stretching it out and Yoongi is only a little displeased. Takes in the hickey on Jungkook’s neck and wants to press his thumb to it, wants to watch Jungkook’s eyes flutter shut as he moans out a mix of pain and pleasure.
Instead Yoongi leans over and flicks Jungkook in the forehead.
“Ow! Hyung what the fuck.”
“You’re an idiot. What do you mean, “now what?” Now we go back to sleep and wake up at a reasonable time and then go on that date you agreed to last night, brat,” Yoongi is only slightly blushing when he brings up their date, but he’s more annoyed than anything else.
Jungkook goes quiet, rubbing at the tender spot on his forehead and chewing on his lip.
“What’s the problem?” Yoongi asks, rubbing at his eyes and hissing slightly as he moves his leg wrong. Must have pulled a muscle the previous night and not have realized it.
“I just… so we’re still… on?”
“What? On? On what?”
“No like… together. Are we still together?”
Yoongi waits a beat and then flicks him, again, in the same spot.
“Ow! Hyung stop that! I’m going to bruise,” Jungkook pouts and Yoongi breaks into a smile, kissing his thumb and pressing it to the red spot.
“Did I not just say we were going to go on our date later? What could possibly have changed between me bringing it up last night and right now?”
Jungkook snorts, “Really hyung? The difference is I seem to be lacking a vagina.”
“… And…?”
Jungkook lets out a frustrated sound and pulls at his hair slightly, musing it up even farther and Yoongi quirks an eyebrow.
“Okay so like, last night you asked me if I only liked you because I had a vagina right?” Yoongi nods in affirmation, “Well, I can’t just help feel like you only like me because I had a vagina.”
Yoongi nods his head, understanding what Jungkook’s trying to tell him, but he raises his hand and Jungkook yelps, leaning away from him. The sight of a wide-eyed Jungkook, sleep still clinging to the corner of his eyes, makes Yoongi smile again. He shakes his head and lays down, burrowing under the covers and getting comfortable, before lifting up the corner and motioning for Jungkook to join him.
Jungkook is still worrying his lip as he slides in beside Yoongi, tucked under the older boy’s chin even though Jungkook is definitely taller and should probably be the one on bottom but Yoongi isn’t ready to give up his pride (even though he had laid on Jungkook last night, but that was different he was tired dammit). Yoongi runs what he hopes is a soothing hand up and down Jungkook’s back as Jungkook lays one hand on Yoongi’s stomach and his other fists the blanket.
“Do you remember,” Yoongi starts off, voice low as the sunlight begins to peek in through his curtains, “when we met?”
He can feel Jungkook’s face scrunching up as he thinks, before he feels the younger boy nod, “Yeah, Jimin hyung and I had just met at the dance studio and he had to bring you something, your phone I think, and I tagged along because we were going to go back to practice after we dropped it off."
Yoongi nods, “Yeah. I remember when you trailed in after Jimin, so young, so soft, hair never dyed before, no piercings yet. You were so cute, sticking behind Jimin, afraid to look at me like I would bite you or something.”
Jungkook chuckles, “Now I realize you’re all bark and no bite.”
Yoongi huffs and tries to lean down to nip at his ear, but Jungkook rolls away, laugh caught in his throat. At this angle they can better look at each other and Jungkook is smiling, lips red from where he’s been biting them. Yoongi slides a leg into between his as he settles closer.
“I’ve liked you since then.”
Jungkook’s eyes widen, “Hyung that was like, three years ago!”
“Two, but I know. I liked you then and I like you now, vagina or no vagina,” Yoongi shrugs, “I was really excited when you decided to come to study here, because I wanted to see you more. You’ve really blossomed, Jungkook, and let me tell you it’s been a sight to see."
Jungkook blushes and pushes at Yoongi’s shoulder slightly, before letting his hand fall to cup Yoongi’s neck, fingers massaging slightly and causing Yoongi’s eyelids to flutter.
“So when I say that I want to take you on a date later today, trust me, I’ve been wanting to take you on a date for years.”
Jungkook smiles, that God awful eye smile that makes Yoongi’s stomach turns in the best way possible, and nods, “Okay. Okay.”
Yoongi yawns and throws an arm heavily over Jungkook, making him yelp, before pulling him into him. Jungkook struggles halfheartedly, laughing into Yoongi’s chest as they roll, Yoongi trying to make them a burrito of blankets.
“But for now… sleep!” Yoongi pushes Jungkook’s face into his chest, the younger boy spluttering.
“But hyung I’m not tired now!”
Yoongi pretends to snore and Jungkook pokes at his sides, laugh ringing in his ears as Jungkook leans up to press the sweetest kiss onto Yoongi’s lips. Yoongi peeks down at the younger boy to see an amused smile pulling at his lips.
Even though Jungkook isn’t tired he closes his eyes and burrows into Yoongi and Yoongi tightens his arms around Jungkook in retaliation.
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When Jimin peeks into the room half an hour later, he shouts and closes his eyes because they’re definitely not sleeping and that is definitely Yoongi’s head between Jungkook’s thighs.