"Don't stop on my account," Yoongi smirks, bringing his own beer to his lips to take a sip.

Jungkook feels hot all of the sudden. Hotter than he did before.

He's utterly thrown by Yoongi's sudden appearance.

Even more so when the realization smacks him in the face that his memories don't extend any justice to the man.

He's not just good looking, he's the epitome of male beauty.

A perfect balance between delicacy and strength.

And he's here, at this party Jimin had assured Hoseok and therefore Yoongi wouldn't be at because of their lack of mutual friendship with Taemin.

That was a stupid assumption really.

Assuming makes an ass out of you and me the cheesy, taunting phrase plays in his head and he's tempted to stomp his feet like a petulant child. Maybe even lash his arms out, throwing a proper tantrum.

He should have known it sounded too good to be true!

He should have surmised instead that tonight wouldn't go smoothly no matter what Jimin assured.

"You're a great dancer, Jungkook," Yoongi compliments, voice sprinkled with playfulness as his eyes trail over Jungkook appreciatively.

He knows his cheeks are reddening with embarrassment as he diverts his eyes away from the unfairly attractive man.

"Kind of odd though," Yoongi tilts his head. "Jimin is a massive Red Velvet fan. I would think he'd be right here with you, dancing and singing along. Especially with you being his boyfriend and all."

Jungkook gulps, keeping his eyes on the sparkling water to his right.

He has half a mind to jump into it in order to avoid this whole mortifying situation.

"Mind if I ask how long you two have been together?" Yoongi asks as he slips his free hand into his pocket.

Jungkook doesn't think he's ever felt so on edge.

It should be uncomfortable, being questioned and looked at with as much scrutiny as Yoongi is looking at him with now but, for some strange reason, he doesn't feel uncomfortable.

Well, he does. Sort of. Not in a bad way though.

Rather in a maybe this is how I discover I have a degradation kink type of way because he feels tingly.

Tingly and turned on.

He clears his throat, shaking his head slightly to clear the accumulating fog of arousal.

"Why do you want to know?" He questions and he wishes his voice sounded at least a little confident.

Yoongi doesn't answer, only stares at Jungkook.

He has a sort of challenge in his expression as Jungkook looks back at him.

He looks like he's enjoying this. Enjoying Jungkook's obvious discomfort.

He's smirking like he knows the answers to the questions he's asking already. But, he can't, right?

Yoongi spent less than five minutes at the table when the lie had been told. He can't have picked up on anything too telling.

It's not like Jungkook pushed Jimin away.

He had frozen up a bit, sure, but he didn't think he gave so much away for a stranger to see right through him.

Yoongi smiles, and again, it's like he's privy to some big secret.

"Jungkook," he repeats, voice low.

The way he says Jungkook's name– how it caresses his tongue so naturally in his rumbling drawl– makes Jungkook's heart beat frantically.

Jungkook shifts on his feet, trying to adjust his just shy of too-tight-to-be-comfortable pants without having to use his hand.

He keeps his arms dangling at his sides, clenching and unclenching his fisted hand that isn't securely grasping his beverage, knowing using his free hand to adjust his groin area would just draw attention to his growing problem.

Only, Yoongi still notices the movement somehow, Jungkook seeing how his eyes slide down to his crotch, lingering there for far too long to be considered anything but intentional, which embarrasses Jungkook even more.

"I'm going to cut right to the chase," he voices, expression wiped clear now.

He takes one more swig of his beer before setting the bottle down on the ground an arms length away from him.

His eyes don't leave Jungkook's figure as he does so. He doesn't even really try to meet Jungkook's line of site.

He just rakes his eyes over Jungkook, walking slowly to him.

When he's close enough, he takes Jungkook's almost empty bottle out of his hand– the tips of his fingers are calloused when they brush with Jungkook's but the action is gentle– to set his bottle on the ground as well.

He takes another step forward, coming even more into Jungkook's space but Jungkook doesn't move. Doesn't step away like he probably should.

He's much too captivated by the man in front of him to even think about putting distance between them.

Yoongi has his eyes on Jungkook's chest. After a few more seconds of leering, he raises his hand to glide it lightly over Jungkook's toned right peck.

Jungkook takes a sharp inhale of breath at the touch, fighting the urge to whimper when Yoongi thumb brushes over his nipple.

"I don't think you're really Jimin's boyfriend." Yoongi states, a hint of a smirk on his lips as he observes Jungkook's expression. His reaction to his touch.

Jungkook sputters, blinking rapidly.

After a few beats, Jungkook's cognitive functions come back to him to reconnect with the rest of his body enough for him to speak.

"W-what makes you think that?" He manages to stutter out.

He'd decided long before this moment that he didn't want to out Jimin for lying about how he and Jungkook were connected.

He planned on forcing Jimin if necessary to come clean about it in a day or two's time, but he was going to let Hoseok think they were in a relationship until then.

(His reasoning was that maybe thinking Jimin had replaced him would fuel Hoseok into talking to Jimin and possibly working through whatever happened with them.

Jimin's obviously not over Hoseok and that feeling is mutual if Hoseok's strange appearance in class was anything to go off of.)

"Let me ask you this instead. Did you feel anything when you first saw me?"

Jungkook can't breath. Yoongi is so close, voice so velvety deep with a deliciously dangerous edge to it.

That paired with his impossibly dark eyes has Jungkook's heart hammering and his knees weakening.

When he speaks again, Jungkook really thinks he might collapse.

"Because I did," Yoongi admits, slowly reaching the hand that isn't on Jungkook forward to cup around Jungkook's hip.

Jungkook desperately wants to know what it was Yoongi had felt, but his voice fails him.

He opens his mouth just enough to speak as he attempts to push the sentence out, but it doesn't come.

Yoongi must have sensed the question or seen the look of wonder in Jungkook's round eyes as they stare back at him with laser focus.

"You may just be the most beautiful man I've ever seen, Jungkook," he shares, thumb rubbing light circles over Jungkook's shirt on his hip. "I can't remember the last time I was so instantly attracted to someone."

Jungkook gulps, eyes wide, hanging on Yoongi's ever word.

"I was so disappointed when Jimin said you were his boyfriend. When he claimed you," Yoongi's lips are pulled into a pouty frown as he speaks with disappointment, but it's obvious he's teasing. Flirting even.

"But, I saw the way you were looking at him. The way you tensed when he pressed himself up against you. I had a brief thought that maybe you're just not into PDA, or that you were uncomfortable meeting your 'boyfriend's' ex, but I think there's more to it than that."

Oh... It sounds like Yoongi's thought about this more in depth than Jungkook anticipated.

(Jungkook wishes he could take more time to dissect the idea that Yoongi had been thinking about him in any capacity since that day, but there's not room in his frazzled brain for much more perplexity then he is already being forced to attempt working through.)

"So," Yoongi places a finger just under Jungkook's chin, tilting his head up so that Jungkook is forced to meet his eyes instead of keeping them glued on Yoongi's lips.

"Tell me honestly, Jungkook," he requests, voice low. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

It's embarrassing how quickly Jungkook shakes his head no. Or, it would be, if he was a little more levelheaded and a little less turned on.

A wicked grin stretches across Yoongi's face instantly.

"I'd like to hear more about how that whole lie came about eventually," Yoongi licks his lips, eyes drifting down to Jungkook's. "But for now, I'd really like to kiss you."

This time, Jungkook doesn't answer.

Not with words or head movements anyway. He just leans forward, taking Yoongi's bottom lip between his, shivering at the growl he hears him make.

Yoongi fists his hand in Jungkook's shirt and tugs him forward so that their bodies are flush.

Jungkook parts his lips, letting out a small moan, which Yoongi uses as his chance to meet their tongues with each other.

He doesn't remember taking any steps or moving from where he was stood near the pool's edge at all.

All he knows is that suddenly he feels the back of his knees hit something soft before Yoongi guides him with a light push to sit down.

He does so happily, watching with heavy lids as Yoongi settles with one knee on either side of his legs to straddle his lap.

Yoongi smiles, eyes fiery under the sparkling lights, as Jungkook places his hand behind his neck to pull him down to connect their lips.

Jungkook kisses Yoongi with everything he has. It's as if he's a starving man being gifted a meal after months of famine.

Yoongi is a little more patient. He kisses Jungkook deeply, guiding Jungkook with his tongue and his lips to savor their time together. To slow down and enjoy it.

And fuck does Jungkook enjoy it.

He's losing himself in Yoongi. Drowning in this man he's met exactly once and knows he's already a complete goner for.

Jungkook runs his hands down Yoongi's sides, gliding them down to grip his hips as they start to grind experimentally together, letting his eyes flutter as Yoongi's nails scrape his scalp as he tugs and cards his hands through Jungkook's hair.

Yoongi kisses him with purpose. With want and Jungkook feels dizzy. Overwhelmed with the bliss and wanting his body courses with.

Yoongi breaks the kiss then, pulling away with spit slick bruised lips to stare at Jungkook with his chest heaving and impossibly heavy eyelids.

It's a beautiful sight to see and Jungkook tries to memorize every detail of the man in his lap.

If Yoongi asked, he'd follow him upstairs and he's sure if he extended the same request to Yoongi he would gladly lead him away.

Before plans can be made of going off somewhere together, they're broken out of their blissful bubble by a floored gasp.

"What the fuck?!"

The two men snap their heads in the direction of the sound, eyes landing on a horrified looking Hoseok.

Shit Jungkook gulps, panic rising in his chest while Yoongi voices the curse word out loud.

This is not good.