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"Wanna give you a private dance," Jungkook murmurs, tugging him in the direction of one of the secluded rooms. "Doesn't that cost a lot more?" "You can afford it," Jungkook tells him. It's true, Yoongi can. But it's the principle; the feeling of being taken for a fool, who'll pay anything just because he can. He's about to argue his point before Jungkook adds- "Anyway, this one's for free." [alternatively: Yoonkook fuck in a strip club]

Yoongi's on a business trip in Shanghai, and Jungkook's bored. [alternatively: Yoonkook have phone sex]

“So, how did you two meet?” Seokjin asks curiously. Yoongi knew it would come up. Why he listened to Jungkook is beyond him. Yoongi’s mind searches for a believable story, but Jungkook jumps in first. “We met in the club.” Yoongi’s going to fucking kill him. [alternatively: Yoonkook get invited to Seokjin's place, and get it on in the bathroom]

Jungkook has a surprise for Yoongi, and Yoongi finds himself becoming more involved in Jungkook's world. [alternatively: Jungkook wears lingerie, and Yoonkook fuck in the bathroom at Jin's birthday party]

It's nice, the easy banter. It feels a world away from the staid and impersonal conversations at work. From the awkward, stilted conversations with his parents. It's relaxed; enjoyable. "Don't be stubborn," Jungkook huffs playfully. "You know you wanna spoil me." Yoongi sips on his drink, licks his lips lightly. "If that's what you want, we can go to your bedroom right now. I'll spoil you all night long." [alternatively: Yoongi has breakfast at the Kims, coffee with his parents, and a memorable dinner with Jungkook]

“Wow. You really like me in this stuff, huh?” “I like you in anything,” Yoongi tells him. It’s only seconds later he realises quite how that sounded. He doesn’t say anything else, but when he looks back at Jungkook there’s a flush in the younger's cheeks that Yoongi’s sure isn’t from the heat. [alternatively: Yoongi goes home for Christmas, and Yoonkook fuck in an actual bed for once]

“You seem different with him.” Yoongi arches his eyebrow. Exhales more smoke, slowly letting it escape from his lips. “Different?” Taehyung shrugs. “I don’t know. Like, relaxed or something.” He wets his lips, looks down at the ground. “Happy, I guess.” [alternatively: Yoongi gets an invite to Taehyung's holiday dinner and Yoonkook fuck in a car]

"Thanks for coming here." “Thanks for the invite,” Yoongi replies. He takes one last drag, letting the smoke escape lazily through his parted lips. He then stubs out his cigarette in the elegant ashtray. Tightens the arm around Jungkook’s waist. “If I don't have the best fucking New Year's Eve ever tomorrow I'm suing.” Jungkook lifts his gaze to meet Yoongi’s. The corners of his lips twitch towards a smile. "It won't be hard to beat sitting on your own, bitching about me and filing noise complaints.” "We'll see." [alternatively: Yoonkook have fun in Bangkok]

“We’ll get through this, alright?” Jungkook tells him. "Don't worry." He leans in, pressing his lips gently to Yoongi’s jaw. His hand lifts up, palm cupping Yoongi’s opposite cheek. Another stray kiss finds its way to Yoongi’s jaw, then to the corner of his mouth. It feels strange to have Jungkook fuss over him like this but for the moment Yoongi lets him. It’s comforting to know that the younger is there for him. Comforting to hear the 'we' in his sentence. [alternatively: Yoonkook fuck away their worries, and Jaesung finds a new way to anger Yoongi]

“Already sucking up to the boss, huh?” Jungkook grins wider. Ducks his head and lands a stray kiss on Yoongi’s shoulder. He gives him a look, far softer, before laying back down. Head on Yoongi’s chest, body pressed into his side. “He’s not my boss yet,” Yoongi reminds him. “Bet you by tomorrow night he will be.” [alternatively: Yoongi's life starts down a new path]