[yoongi/jungkook] ; mic drop

[toughkookie]

they've been practicing for two hours already, and jungkook needs a fucking break. it's hard work and it doesn't help that the room they're in is shit, there's no kind of air circulation, nothing but heavy heat and he knew that this kind of shit, this kind of life wasn't glamorous before he ever took a step into it but still, fuck. he's already soaked through the black tshirt he wore today and he can feel the way that the sweat runs over his skin (and that's after dumping the last bottle of water over his head, relishing in the few moments of sweet relief before it started all over again).

who would have known that even something like this, even underground dancing would lead to this kind of shit. long hours of practice, perfecting, and sure, he asked for it when he agreed to join the crew. he asked for it when hoseok made him one of the lead dancers, and he proved himself. he wanted to prove himself. he can do it, he knows he can, can do this choreography better than most of the rest of the guys in here at this point so fuck it - if he needs another ten, he'll take another ten. and if it turns into fifteen, maybe even twenty, well - he couldn't possibly give less of a fuck. definitely not when he's sat up against the wall, leaning against it, downing half a water bottle in one go and idly watching while hoseok goes over the same eight count again with the rest of them, wondering how the hell it can be so difficult and simultaneously thanking it all for the opportunity to breathe and take a drink. as it stands, his breath is still coming in slight pants, muscles tingling as he runs a hand through his hair, damp from a mixture of water and sweat. he's contemplating emptying the rest of this bottle over his head too, letting his head fall back against the wall and closing his eyes in the meantime, because fuck. he deserves it. he knows he does.

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[starrystarrynight]

Yoongi would have been all to willing to keep pushing, keep coaxing Jungkook until he finally cracked, but the kid doesn't have it in him to last much longer. Honestly, he probably didn't even need everything Yoongi's giving to him in the first place--his hand would have gotten the job done just fine on its own. Not like Yoongi hasn't done it before. But getting under the boy's skin is such a nice reward, watching him fucking lose it when he's told to cum. Something tells Yoongi Jungkook would get off to shit like that. As much as he likes to run his mouth, for all that tough demeanor, he certainly didn't have any trouble with letting Yoongi take control of the situation, of him. Doesn't mind being called a good boy. His good boy right now. Fucking cumming all over his hand not even three seconds later, groaning so loud Yoongi has half a mind to shut him up with his tongue. So fuck it, he does.

It's just as messy and intense as the handjob itself, while Yoongi lets the kid continue to buck up into his palm, hips rolling to a melody thrumming through every nerve ending. His other hand is locked onto Jungkook's neck, holding him steady, right there where he had just placed his mark. He can taste himself on Jungkook's tongue. He likes that the taste is there, likes the taste of everything else, too. Feels less like a kiss and more like some raw kind of closure, because when it ends, when his hand falls away, it's as though the reality of the situation finally starts seeping back into his skin. He stares at Jungkook, all of him, for a few lingering moments, dark eyes raking over the mess he's made. Then he offers a wad of toilet paper. "Think you can still dance?"