@✾ ⋰ seungcheol c. "So impatient," Jungkook tsks, clicking his tongue, but he's moulding himself to fit perfectly into Seungcheol's figure. It's easy, he finds, being like this; falling silent, there's no sound in the bar aside from soft piano jazz playing, the tinkling of cocktail glasses in the background, his fingers urging Seungcheol to sink deeper into his relaxed mindset as he massages the parts of Cheol he can touch without disturbing their embrace too much. Jungkook's thumbs tuck under his chin, tilting his head back just enough to meet their eyes, tired fondness mirroring exhausted warmth. The only indication, apart from their quiet confessions only moments earlier, of what he's about to do is when his gaze flickers to Seungcheol's plump lips.
Jungkook's mouth is open and pliant as he kisses Seungcheol, still slightly sticky from lip-gloss remnants. Their lips slide together innately, unhurriedly, Jungkook shivering as he sighs into Seungcheol, and it never fails to make his toes curl when he hears the sound of their lips parting. It's sinful how good Seungcheol tastes when his tongue, hot and wet, drags across his lower lip and coaxes them apart, barely dipping past, unhurried as he savours this relaxed moment.
@— ✾ ⋰ jungkook j. "Mhm, sure, bunny. Guess that doesn't include the last time you were sobbing against my shoulder? You're always so cute when crying too--" Seungcheol huffs, laughing breathlessly, adjusting his hold to better tug the other into his hold, limbs loosely wrapped around his temporary personal furnace. It feels like he could stay forever like this, basking in the glow of a not-yet risen sun, rumbling quietly in delight at each and every soft touch.
"You do? That's a surprise." Maybe they've repeated this conversation before, but it still washes him in unreasonable delight to hear the admission slip past soft lips. His voice is half lost in tired, sticky mumbling between light presses of his lips wherever he can reach, rubbing his cheek appreciatively against the palm of Jungkook's hand. "What's the reward--? Or, gimme now."
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"-ucking kid you not, he covered his fingers in and wiped it on my forehead. Like I was ing Simba from Lion King."
Jungkook howled, falling rather ungracefully into his loveseat, the drink in his hand sloshing dangerously as his body racked with laughter at his story. Tears pricked his eyes, threatening to spill until he wiped them away clumsily, struggling to catch his breath. The room around him spun as he pushed himself back up, arm thrown out to keep his balance(why? he was sitting down; there was nothing to fall down on)
"Ok, it's not, it's not the weirdest, but it was... , it was so random at the time," He said, fanning away his tears, still giggling as he finished his sixth glass of whiskey and coke.
It was late enough that Jungkook could say that he and ____ were awake early; the sun still hadn't risen, but he guessed if he took a peek outside, he'd see orange rays coming over the horizon sometime soon.
After a long, combined evening night shift at La Belle, Jungkook, ____ and a few others had decided to stay up a little longer and blow off some steam, stealing a couple of bottles of hard liquor when nobody was looking and sneaking into the private lounge space reserved just for Pearls. Only the two men remained, the others one by one calling it a night, yet both had expressed they were eager to keep the party going for a bit longer, not quite ready to end the day.
Jungkook was tipsy, borderline drunk, and ____, next to him, wasn't faring much better, but he poured himself another drink, promising himself that this was the last one(he also made that promise for the previous two drinks). He held out the bottle once pouring two fingers worth of liquor into his tumbler and held it out to ____.
@✾ ⋰ seungcheol c. Jungkook's arms snake across Seungcheol's shoulders, dangling loosely as he relaxes into a familiar hold, "Me? I've never cried in my life, dunno what you're talking about," He mutters, lying through his teeth, Jungkook's lips parting and eyes closing as he relishes Cheol's tiny ministrations; it's a little, filthy white lie that's not meant to be taken seriously(in fact, it invites Cheol to mock him more). Truth be told, Jungkook couldn't even begin to count the times Seungcheol has made him cry, not that he'd ever complain about it.
He shivers under Cheol's touch, adjusting his grip so that his hands curl around the other man's neck, fingers burying themselves in soft, still slightly oily tendrils of hair.
"Me too," Jungkook admits, as if he's never expressed this specific desire to Seungcheol before when he absolutely has, "I wanna kiss you all the time." He frees one hand from his puppy's hair to drag the pad of his thumb down Seungcheol's lips, the ghost of an amused smile flashing across his features. "Sweet puppy, so gentle for me tonight. You want a reward?" Jungkook coos, smiling as he kisses Seungcheol's cheek softly.
@— ✾ ⋰ jungkook j. "Really now, bunny? Must have been imagining it. I don't make sounds like that, unless it was you crying for me?" Seungcheol allows himself to be pulled along by Jungkook's rhythm, voice full of mischief as he returns the teasing. His fingers press lightly against the rumpled shirt collar, thumb rubbing soft circles where he could touch bare skin, glittering after a night of work.
" Didn't say I was gonna do that. 'S not my fault you buy such fragile shirts anyways, hmm?" He feels the way Jungkook is leaning in more than sees, gaze unfocused and chasing for the fleeting touch against soft lips. A free leg hooks the already precarious seat so that its occupant falls forwards instead, opening his arms to safely encompass the other and tug onto his thighs. "What kind of question is that..." A light, breathy chuckle, mouthing at the corner of cherry lips. "I always wanna kiss you."
@✾ ⋰ seungcheol c. “I thought I could hear something whining, like those baby animals who cry when they’re alone, and my big, generous heart just couldn’t let me leave,” Jungkook teased, allowing himself to be pulled closer to Seungcheol, and maybe it’s some mild form of ptsd- given that there’s a strange phenomenon of his clothes getting destroyed around Seungcheol- but his free hand automatically closes around Cheol’s, fingers twisting together as he flattens the others palm against his chest; half over exposed skin, half over fresh cotton.
“If you think-“ he starts, mirth sparkling in his eyes and lips curving into a smile as red lips paint his palm “I’m going to let you ruin(he emphasises) another of my shirts, I’m gonna you up” his hand cups Seungcheols chin, and Jungkook is leaning forward enough that his stool is in danger of falling over, an easy warmth bubbling within him, and his lips featherlight as they brush against Seungcheol’s.
@— ✾ ⋰ jungkook j. "Schedule. Just....Finished." Sliding from Jungkook's visage to squint at the clock on the wall, his smile turns a little more self satisfied upon realizing the minute hand had slide smoothly past the hour somewhere between now and the last time he had bothered to check. Free of obligations he let himself lean greedily into the touch, eyelids beginning to flutter shut even as his fingers tugged the other's shirt insistently closer, demanding more warmth.
"Thought you were busy tonight. Weren't you booked?" He's curious why it's Jungkook of all people who can spare the moment now but not particularly chasing for an answer, tracing the faint hints of exhaustion under the other's eyes instead with lazy interest, bouncing his thighs in the most excitement he can manage without energy left. Leaning closer to press suggestive kisses into the palm of a warm hand.
The last time Jungkook saw Seungcheol floating around was… more than 11 hours ago, he discreetly counts with his fingers. He’s stopped in the sliding door, only remember when it attempts to close, which he moves out of the way with a hop, glancing over his shoulder. Hm, he’d only come in here for a drink, perhaps just a moment alone after a few hours of entertaining others, but Seungcheol is welcome company. If he plays nice. He might be, Jungkook thinks, settling into the bar stool next the Pearl, facing him, because he looks utterly wrecked.
The shadows under Jungkooks eyes, just beginning to show through semi-melted makeup, have nothing on Cheol’s, his eyes rimmed red from lack of sleep. His smile is lovely as ever, Jungkook not detecting any usual wolfishness in it. But then he’s also tired, maybe he’s just being implicitly oblivious.
His fingers brush through Cheol’s hair, tucking loose strands behind his ears.
@— ✾ ⋰ jungkook j. The lounge at the end of the hall is where the unwanted dogs get kicked too after they stir up too much trouble for their owners, suave demeanor shattering into frayed ends as the 24-hour shift trudges on towards its daybreak end. Seungcheol is exhausted, a slovenly pile resting against the cool bar counter to give the semblance of a break even if he couldn't actually sleep now. Though his pale neck is rubbed raw from the leather collar insistently balanced against the wood he refuses to move, acknowledging the soft shuffling of the pearl staffed in the near empty bar station only with half-stifled nods or shakes.
It's the same tired side glance he gives the door sliding open, unceremoniously tracing out a familiar outline until he reaches the top, perking up slightly to lock eyes. A matching loose grin stretches lips bitten red with more warmth than the usual challenge. "Bunny rabbit."
