@✾ ⋰ seungcheol c. [] hrk, hopefully this makes Cheollie mad in a good way ernfoelrfre if not, let me know, and I'll adjust this immediately!!!! Koo's just tryna make him mad. Also if you wanted the info- his scent is caramel, rosewood, amber and vanilla, kind of like dark brown sugar but less sickly sweet. https://www.mecca.com/en-au/korres/black-sugar-eau-de-toilette-I-047615/?bvstate=pg:3/ct:r
"Bull," Jungkook was playing a dangerous game, one that he was intentionally going to lose- but those were always the most exciting, weren't they? He crawled as close as he dared to Seungcheol, just a breadth too far away for his pup to do anything without breaking himself loose- something Jungkook was impatiently betting on.
He didn't believe a single word that Seungcheol barked at him. When Cheol had lunged at him, Jungkook had fallen back, his heart jackrabbiting(ironic) with fear, prepared to run for his life(ing rabbit instincts), but it'd allowed him to notice things. Things that Jungkook was very, very eager to help with.
If he managed to push it in the right way.
"I dare you to try." He snarled, shoving Seungcheol back with both hands, drawing his palms back as quickly to his chest, fingers curling to shield sensitive skin. Seungcheol burned with fever; whatever he was, Jungkook wasn't getting out of this unmarked. "You would've done it by now. Those? I dunno what you are right now, but I know you could've broken those the second you realised I was here."
His eyes drifted to a burnt ash pile that reeked enormously of , making it obvious what it was he was looking at, lips twisted into a mocking sneer. "This is what you've been doing? You chose too- what? a blanket? Or was it a pillow?" Jungkook was innately aware that he was jealous. And of a ing blanket/pillow/whatever it was of all things.
He could picture Seungcheol so clearly- hunched over, rutting his swollen onto his pillow, as he spilled his load... that should've been Jungkook. Slick was steadily leaking from him now, his sweats sticking uncomfortably to his coated thighs, and he was more and more aware of how empty he was, his hole clenching around nothing.
@— ✾ ⋰ jungkook j. Everything hurt. His head, his arms, his... If the room wasn't drenched in the musk of his desperation to get off then it would probably smell like cinders from where he had burned himself and his clothes, skin sizzling from where it was healing too rapidly from an internal furnace. The rest that couldn't mend itself- clothes and pillows reduced to ashes and lost somewhere in the painfilled struggle. How long was it now since he'd texted Jungkook? The screen was no longer lighting up with annoying messages. Maybe that meant the idiot had finally listened and gotten out of there...
Jungkook. Just the thought alone sent a painfully warm surge coursing through his body, saliva sticky on his lips from being unable to swallow. Jungkook maybe being caught up in the same strange ery he was experiencing. Jungkook brandishing words in anger. Jungkook's voice twisting from fury to wanton pleasure twisting under him, eyes red from tears, hole stretched around his and slamming in again and again and- ahh, . Each breath was twisted with the ghost of the familiar body, veins running molten lava instead of blood, the fur on newly sprouted ears matted by sweat. It was getting to the point that he swore he could smell--
Seungcheol's head snapped up at the touch, solid, and not a dream like every other whisper and moan inside his head. No, no no no. Teeth snap at empty air instead of soft skin, pulling away at the last minute to glare with glittering yellow eyes. "--I told you to stay away!" Voice catching between a whine and a snarl, two rapid heartbeats pounding inside his head like a mantra. "Are you looking to die? What the is wrong with you? Why do you-" smell so *good*. Something delicious, ripe and ready to be mounted and all he would need to do was-.
He caught himself pitching forward uncontrollably, wanting to nose desperately at those soft ears, exposed throat, anything that sharp fangs could easily mark. The last thread of sanity was screaming at himself, arms straining with the effort of holding himself back even though his weight was shifting to crowd the other already. "I could take you apart right now if I wanted to, rip you from bone to bone because you decided to be an idiot-"
@✾ ⋰ seungcheol c. Jungkook is slammed by the reek of when he cracks open the door to Seungcheol's room, hand flying to shield his twitching nose.
After Seungcheol's last text, Jungkook deliberated for a good half hour about whether he would listen and leave the other man alone or if he was nosy enough to ignore his warning and do what he wanted: to go check on him.
...
And exactly who was he kidding? Jungkook was a habitual snoop. Of course, he was going to go check on his friend. Not that Jungkook knew it then, but this would be mistake number one.
Whatever the happened overnight had left Jungkook very... susceptible, let's say, to smell. And sight. And touch- ok, everything turns him the on right now, and there's very little Jungkook can do to stop it sans locking his bedroom door and never leaving until whatever /this/ is goes away.
Now that he was here, Jungkook wondered if he should turn tail and leave to wait for Seungcheol to come to him instead.
, he thinks, eyes screwing shut as he a shallow breath; his head swims and Jungkook whimpers, his body sagging against the door. "Seungcheol?" Jungkook asks, unwilling to step into the bedroom just yet. There's no answer, and Jungkook thinks that maybe nobody is in here; Seungcheol has ed off elsewhere; he's about to turn and leave when he hears a quiet rustle, one ear twitching towards the bedroom. Ok... So he is in here. He's just not answering or listening.
"..." Jungkook grips the door, his heart racing before he steels himself and steps into the room, closing the door behind him(that's mistake number one), cutting off the main light source. Had Jungkook not woken up part rabbit, he'd likely have struggled to see his hand even if it were 5cm in front of his face with how dim Seungcheol liked to keep his room, though now? He can see perfectly. Not the worst thing to happen to him, he thinks, stepping over strewn clothes to a shapeless mass curled up against the wall; he would have assumed it was a pile of dirty laundry had he not been able to hear Seungcheol's laboured breathing(that makes him worry) tucked up a loose sheet.
"Seungcheol?" His voice is soft as he crouches beside his friend, hand reaching out to carefully nudge his shoulder.
And this, ladies and gentlemen, this would be mistake number three.
(Not that Jungkook wouldn't do the same thing all over again if given the chance.)
