jungkook knows that it's a challenge. he knows it as soon as the words leave his mouth, though he doesn't know if yoongi is going to take him up on it. he doesn't know if yoongi is going to take it seriously, if he meant it seriously when he even threw the words out there in the first place. just like jungkook knows that it's a challenge, he also knows that it's a pretty fucking big one. it's a dangerous game to play, whatever game this is between them right now. maybe he does it because he has a pretty good idea of whether or not yoongi will be the kind of guy who'd find himself interested. maybe he does it because he wants to, plain and simple. maybe it's a lot of things, but in the end, that really doesn't matter. all that matters is that barely any time passes before yoongi seems to be calling him on it right back, because jungkook isn't an idiot. he knows what it means when yoongi says that they need a word outside. and there's something that shakes and heats up underneath his skin on the way out of the room, down the hall to the shitty, disgusting bathroom, following yoongi without any other words about it.
it doesn't change his demeanor at all. it definitely doesn't stop him from keeping that easy, cocky half-grin on his face even as yoongi is crowding them into the stall, locking the door behind them, as if either of them are really the type to give a shit whether they're found out or not. then again, maybe yoongi is that kind of guy. the kind of guy who doesn't want anyone to know he gets his cock sucked by pretty boys. the thought amuses jungkook that much more, right around the same time that yoongi sets his gaze on him, that lazy once over that already gives a slight pull of satisfaction deep in jungkook's stomach. the single word is the confirmation, as if none of the rest of this was obvious enough, and jungkook sure as hell isn't going to back down now.
"alright," he echos back, right around the same time that he lowers himself down, drops to his knees with a slow and almost surprising amount of grace. the space is tight but he still manages to make it work, looking up at yoongi as his hands waste no time in sliding to the front of his pants, working them open. "you've gotta get hard first. think you can do that for me?"
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it doesn't change his demeanor at all. it definitely doesn't stop him from keeping that easy, cocky half-grin on his face even as yoongi is crowding them into the stall, locking the door behind them, as if either of them are really the type to give a shit whether they're found out or not. then again, maybe yoongi is that kind of guy. the kind of guy who doesn't want anyone to know he gets his cock sucked by pretty boys. the thought amuses jungkook that much more, right around the same time that yoongi sets his gaze on him, that lazy once over that already gives a slight pull of satisfaction deep in jungkook's stomach. the single word is the confirmation, as if none of the rest of this was obvious enough, and jungkook sure as hell isn't going to back down now.
"alright," he echos back, right around the same time that he lowers himself down, drops to his knees with a slow and almost surprising amount of grace. the space is tight but he still manages to make it work, looking up at yoongi as his hands waste no time in sliding to the front of his pants, working them open. "you've gotta get hard first. think you can do that for me?"