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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Jeon_Jungkook/Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin
  Character:
      Jeon_Jungkook, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin
  Additional Tags:
      High_School_AU, Smut, Fluff, Bullying, Teasing
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-08 Words: 4226
****** Enemies ******
by YukiRose
Summary
     Seokjin and Jungkook always pick on each other at school, but one day
     when Seokjin get's sick, Jungkook ends up taking care of him,
     revealing his true emotions.
Notes
     Requested by an anon on Tumblr.
“Hey look, its little Jinie,” Seokjin heard an obnoxious little voice from
across the cafeteria call out. He rolled his eyes. He could tell you who that
voice belonged too from a mile away.
Jeon Jungkook. That little bastard freshman (Seokjin was a senior). He must
have thought it was really funny to make fun of his hyung in front of his
friends, always calling him by silly nicknames and never addressing him
properly while he teased Seokjin over the littlest and stupidest things.
Sometimes it was over the fact the Seokjin liked to game, or sometimes it was
over the fact Seokjin was older than him, yet Jungkook was stronger and
slightly more masculine than him. There was always something for him to talk
about.
He felt a hand clamp down on his head and fingers roughly messing up hair,
making his head begin to ache. His food almost fell out of his lap. He would
have rolled his eyes again, but his eyes felt like they were being rolled for
him. He smacked Jungkook’s hand away and Jungkook smiled down at him.
“Look at Mr. Popular sitting by himself today. Looks like all your friends are
too busy trying to save Princess Peach,” Jungkook joked, referring to one of
Seokjin’s favorite games (the only one Jungkook knew he played). The others
laughed.
“But of course Mr. Popular isn’t able to help out… Too weak…” he added to the
joke, and his friends laughing a little harder at that one. Seokjin just
squinted his eyes up at him.
“I don’t understand you. You make jokes about me having no life because I have
hobbies that you don’t like, yet all I see you doing with your life is
searching me out so that you can pick on me some more. Who do you think is
really the dissatisfied one here?” Seokjin asked. Jungkook put his hands on his
knees and bent down to look at Seokjin.
“I think it’s the loser who hasn’t eaten with any friends since the beginning
of the school year,” Jungkook said. Seokjin hadn’t had any good friends for
years, but he was fine by it. It was truly partly by choice. He found comfort
in solitude. He shrugged.
“Whatever, Jeon Jungkook. I’m happy with my life, and if you’re okay with
yours, obsession and all, then good for you,” Seokjin said. Jungkook raised an
eyebrow at his response.
“Obsession?” he asked.
“With me,” he smirked. He grabbed his lunch and decided to find somewhere else
to eat, leaving Jungkook behind.
~
Seokjin took a deep breath, hoping to get a better grip on the world around
him. It must have been the pills… Seokjin had a headache earlier and took some
pain relievers on an empty stomach. He could slap himself. He knew that taking
any pills on an empty stomach was enough to make him sick. He was pretty
sensitive to anything like that.
The last thing that Seokjin needed in this moment was Jeon Jungkook walking
through the door, but that’s what he got. He didn’t even have the energy to
roll his eyes at the boy’s entrance. Jungkook smirked when he came in,
immediately walking over to Seokjin.
“Even in the classroom you’re all alone, huh?” he asked. Seokjin and Jungkook
were the only ones left in the classroom now, since everyone was at their
lockers, getting ready to head home. Seokjin began to gather his books into his
book bag.
“Jungkook… Please, just go away,” Seokjin said. He didn’t have the energy to
fight back. Jungkook scoffed and instead, he sat himself on top of Seokjin’s
desk. He smirked down at Seokjin.
“Did you run out of ways to defend yourself Seokjinie-hyung?” Jungkook asked.
Seokjin sighed, his stomach flipping around at the feeling of the medicine
working its way through.
“No, I just don’t feel very good and I don’t have any energy to deal with you
right now,” Seokjin said. Seokjin and Jungkook had a sort of routine, and he
knew that when it came down to it, Jungkook wasn’t a bad kid and he could turn
off the attitude if Seokjin asked him the right way.
Well, apparently he didn’t ask him the right away.
“Of course, you elders have an early bedtime compared to us teenagers,”
Jungkook joked. Seokjin actually did roll his eyes this time, and he stood up
to leave.
Only, he stood up a bit quickly. The back of his head felt like it was
vibrating, and he felt like he was floating and everything was moving away from
him. He closed eyes and gripped the desk, trying to grab a hold of reality, but
he still felt way too light headed.
“Seokjin?” he heard Jungkook asked, his voice curious but not worried. Seokjin
didn’t reply as he slowly opened his eyes. Everything was still moving, and
everything seemed blindingly white. He tried to take a step forward, but he
lost his balance and tumbled forward.
“S-Seokjin?” he heard Jungkook ask again, this time with more worry.
~
Seokjin woke up less than an hour later in a strange apartment with a blanket
over him. He was laying in the living room on a couch with the TV in front of
him turned on. It was turned to some game show. He slowly lifted his head and
tried to look around. To his right was a small kitchen. To the left was the
front door. Behind him was the hallway which held the bedrooms and bathrooms.
He heard a noise in the kitchen and turned his head.
“Hello?” he called out. The noise stopped, a few seconds later he saw Jungkook
turn the corner and walk into the living room. This was his living room then?
“Jungkook?” he asked, his head still spinning a bit.
“You’re finally awake,” Jungkook said, visibly looking a bit relieved. He had
taken off his uniform jacket and just had his shirt on. It was pulled out of
his pants which no longer had a belt, and his tie was laying on a chair, along
with the jacket and his bag. Seokjin squinted his eyes.
“What happened?” he asked. Jungkook sat down on the chair next to the couch.
“You passed out in the classroom and I didn’t know what to do, so I brought you
here,” Jungkook explained. Seokjin only squinted his eyes some more.
“You carried me all the way here?” Seokjin asked. Jungkook rolled his eyes.
“Relax. The school is barely a block away. No one saw me carry you,” Jungkook
said. Seokjin chuckled at the image of little Jungkook carrying him on a public
road, probably hiding every time a car went by or when someone he knew walked
by. He laid his head back down on the pillow.
“If you hadn’t of woken up in the next ten minutes, I probably would have
called an ambulance or something. I couldn’t figure out why you would have
fainted,” he said. Seokjin rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes, letting
himself relax a little.
“I took some medicine without food. I think that’s why,” Seokjin said. He
continued to rub his forehead, but found that it wasn’t helping much. His
headache was replaced by lightheadedness and he couldn’t shake it. He knew he
had to get some food in him soon, or he would probably pass out again.
He noticed that there was a silence coming from Jungkook, as he hadn’t
responded to him. He cocked his head back up and opened one eye to see what he
was doing. Jungkook was just sitting there, glaring at him. Seokjin raised an
eyebrow.
“I carried you… to my home… because you forgot… to eat some food… before taking
your pills?” Jungkook asked, dramatically drawing out the sentence and
emphasizing the words. Seokjin felt a little pang of guilt, but what was he do?
He didn’t ask to faint in front of Jungkook, or for Jungkook to try and take
care of him. He shrugged a little.
Jungkook rolled his eyes and went back to the kitchen, leaving Seokjin alone on
the couch. Seokjin slowly sat up, looking around the apartment awkwardly. What
was he supposed to do? He knew he couldn’t walk home like this. What would
Jungkook even do to take care of him? He didn’t see Jungkook as the caring
type…
He decided to focus on the TV. He knew that Jungkook wouldn’t make him walk
home. Not after carrying him all the way. He had to know that Seokjin walking
home was pretty much impossible. He would just wait to see what Jungkook was
planning on doing.
Jungkook reappeared a few minutes later, handing Seokjin a bowl of instant
noodles. He had one for himself as well. Seokjin took the bowl out of
Jungkook’s hands. He looked up at Jungkook, a little surprised by the boy’s
actions. Jungkook shrugged.
“It’s all I got,” he said. Seokjin nodded and sat up even more, only now
noticing that his shoes were sitting by the door. He smiled to himself.
Jungkook sat on the couch, nudging Seokjin’s legs down a little to make some
more room for himself. They both began to eat silently next to each other,
watching the TV.
When Seokjin finally finished, he turned to Jungkook. He was going to ask where
the trashcan was, but he found himself speechless when he saw that Jungkook was
already looking at him. He hadn’t even noticed Jungkook watching him. Jungkook
looked down to the empty bowl and wordlessly took it from Seokjin’s hands,
taking both of the bowls to the kitchen and throwing them away. He grabbed a
couple of bottles of water out of the refrigerator and sat back down on the
couch, handing Seokjin his. Seokjin watched Jungkook this time. Except, he knew
that Jungkook knew that he was looking at him. He saw Jungkook smirk.
“You see something you like, hyung?” he asked. Seokjin chuckled and shook his
head.
“I wasn’t expecting to see this side of you. Who knew that you could be sweet?”
he said. He really said it in order to provoke Jungkook. It seemed to work,
Jungkook turning his head and glaring at Seokjin.
“Who said I was sweet?” he said, this time provoking Seokjin. Seokjin smirked
and cocked his head. He was ready for this.
“Oh… So it is in your nature to carry boys to your apartment and feed them?”
Seokjin asked. Jungkook rolled his eyes, taking a swig of water.
“How should I thank you? Should I kiss you?” Seokjin joked. Yes, this was to
provoke Jungkook as well. Jungkook gave him a side eye and was silent for a
moment. He couldn’t tell if Jungkook was glaring or just looking at him.
“I would probably hit you if you kissed me,” Jungkook said. Seokjin chuckled
and inquired.
“Why would you want to him me?” he asked, using his sweetest, fakest, more
innocent sounding voice that he could muster. Jungkook looked at him and
laughed a little, never hearing Seokjin talk to him like that. It was kind of
cute…
“Because. You kissing me would be wrong,” Jungkook said. At this moment,
Seokjin noticed a bit of friction in the air. Jungkook was avoiding his gaze
now, suddenly very interested in the game show. He felt like Jungkook had a
little bitterness in his words. On a normal day, Seokjin would have ignored it
all and moved on, but he was already in Jungkook’s apartment anyways. He didn’t
have anything better to do.
“Why would it be wrong?” he asked. He said it a little quietly, but he knew
that Jungkook heard him. Jungkook didn’t respond though. He just continued
staring at the TV. That didn’t satisfy Seokjin.
“It is because we’re two boys?” he asked. It took a moment for Jungkook to
respond. He smirked and chuckled.
“No. It’s because the guy is supposed to start the kiss, not the girl,”
Jungkook joked. Seokjin chuckled a bit too. Seokjin has never denied that he
may be a little less masculine than Jungkook. It bit more passive, a bit more
motherly, a bit more graceful. He could still be pretty dominant when he wanted
to be, though.
“Then do it,” he dared Jungkook. Jungkook finally looked over at him. There was
a bit of silence, and Jungkook raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t challenge me. I’ll actually do it,” Jungkook said. Seokjin kept his gaze
while his heart beat quickened.
“Then do it,” he repeated himself. Jungkook didn’t move for a second, but
before Seokjin knew it, their lips were being pressed together. Jungkook was
hovering above him, pushing him down onto the couch. Seokjin was taken back by
Jungkook’s passion. When they finally pulled apart, Jungkook looked very
different from the Jungkook that he knew from school. This Jungkook looked
bright-eyed and hopeful. A bit innocent. A bit… raw. He bit his lip before
speaking.
“Please tell me I’m not going to regret that,” Jungkook said. Seokjin shook his
head.
“I hope you won’t,” Seokjin said. Jungkook’s eyes widened a little bit as
Seokjin wrapped his legs around Jungkook’s waist. Jungkook looked Seokjin up
and down, and Seokjin saw something different come across his face.
“Jungkookie… Are you nervous?” he asked. Jungkook bit his lip again, and
Seokjin didn’t expect a real answer from him. Jungkook hesitantly nodded his
head. Seokjin smiled up at him, placing a hand over Jungkook’s cheek. Seokjin
would be lying if he said that he had never been in this position before, but
it was obvious to him that Jungkook hadn’t gotten this far with anyone before.
“It’s okay… we don’t have to go too far if you don’t want too,” Seokjin said.
Jungkook shook his head, and Seokjin only now noticed a blush come across his
face.
“That’s the problem, hyung…” Jungkook said. Seokjin raised an eyebrow,
questioning what Jungkook was talking about.
“I don’t think I can settle for a little. I want to go far,” he said. Now it
was Seokjin who was nervous. He heart beat quickened a bit. Did Jungkook want
to… loose his virginity? Seokjin wasn’t sure if he was ready to do that yet…
neither of them. Jungkook was probably just a little too excited, and Seokjin
would feel guilty if he took Jungkook’s virginity and then have Jungkook regret
it.
“Are… Are you sure you want to do that?” Seokjin asked. Jungkook licked his
lips, seemingly building his confidence back up. He leaned back down with a
smirk, positioning his lips next to Seokjin’s ears.
“Listen hyung… I’ve been thinking about this for months. About you laying in my
bed and panting beneath me, moaning my name. I don’t care if this isn’t
romantic or planned or sweet or whatever. I know what I want, even if it is my
first time. So, don’t question my decision. Okay?” he whispered. Seokjin could
feel himself harden underneath the confinements of his pants and underwear. He
bit down on his lip. He thought he was finally gaining some dominance, but it
seemed like Jungkook wasn’t going to step down anytime soon. Jungkook lifted
his head back up and waited for Seokjin’s response.
“Well… let’s go to your bedroom then,” Seokjin said. Jungkook smirked and stood
up from the couch, scooping Seokjin into his arms and carrying him to the
bedroom, kicking the door open with his shoe. He plopped Seokjin onto the bed,
hovering over him once again. He began unbuttoning Seokjin’s shirt.
“I’m going to ask you this one time… Did you eat enough? Because if you pass
out again, I’m going to lose my shit,” Jungkook said. Seokjin chuckled.
“I think I’ll be okay…”
~
Not too long after, there was a pile of clothes sitting on the floor while two
sweaty bodies were sprawled out on the bed. Seokjin’s back was arched and his
lips were moving in a rhythm as he felt three fingers twist and turn inside of
him, pressing against his walls and making him squirm. Jungkook got at least
one thing he wanted; Seokjin panting underneath him. Seokjin’s muscles relaxed
around Jungkook’s fingers, and Jungkook took his time to slide them out.
Seokjin bit his lip and waited, knowing what was coming next.
A little shaky, Jungkook reached over and grabbed the bottle of lube again. He
sat it next to him and reached into the bedside table, rummaging around for
something. Seokjin heard a small rip, and saw Jungkook’s hand emerge from the
drawer with a condom in between his two fingers. Jungkook began to try and rip
it open, but Seokjin stopped him.
“Jungkook… You don’t have to use that if you don’t want to,” Seokjin said.
Jungkook looked up from what he was doing, a little skeptical.
“Are you sure?” he asked. Seokjin smiled and nodded his head.
“You don’t have to worry about me having any… diseases,” Seokjin assured him.
“Do you get tested then… or something?” Jungkook asked, still messing with the
condom between his fingers. Seokjin scrunched his eyebrows up in confusion.
“No… I’ve never had sex before,” Seokjin said. Jungkook’s eyes widened, his
fingers ceasing movement.
“Y-You’re… You’re a virgin?” Jungkook asked. Seokjin nodded his head awkwardly,
not sure of what to make out of Jungkook’s reaction. He noticed Jungkook
breathe a sigh of relief as he put the (still unopened) condom back in the
drawer.
Seokjin smiled a little. Was Jungkook worried about him being more experienced
than him? Technically, he was, but he had never gotten this far with anyone
else. Not even close.
He watched as Jungkook applied some of the lube to his hand, then run his hand
up and down his hard length, getting it all over. Jungkook also applied a
little more to Seokjin’s entrance, being extra careful that he didn’t hurt his
lover.
Jungkook looked up at Seokjin for a moment before finally pressing his length
into Seokjin. Seokjin almost immediately clamped his eyes shut and moan softly
at the feeling of all this tension finally being broken. Jungkook slowly pushed
himself all the way into Seokjin.
They both didn’t move for a moment. Jungkook wanted to be sure that he wasn’t
hurting Seokjin. Seokjin wasn’t sure of what to make of this feeling. It felt
so full and opened. Jungkook’s length was stretching him out in a way he never
felt before, the pressure pressing on his prostate.
“Y-you’re… so tight…” Jungkook said, feeling Seokjin’s muscles contract and
relax against his throbbing length. Seokjin moaned, moving his hips in little
circles to see how it felt. He didn’t feel any pain, so he figured it must be
okay. Jungkook waited for Seokjin’s head nod before continuing.
He began to slowly thrust into Seokjin. He wasn’t sure how fast he was supposed
to be going or how hard, but he knew that it was both of their first times and
this was all alien to them, so he took his time to let himself and Seokjin
adjust.
~
Seokjin was still panting lightly has he held Jungkook in his arms. After
Jungkook lazily wiped them both clean, he just sort of collapsed into Seokjin’s
arms, obviously not caring about being the dominant one. He rested his head on
Seokjin’s shoulder and the rest of his body was laid on top of Seokjin’s.
It wasn’t the most romantic experience, or the most exhilarating, or the most
anything, really. It took them a while to get used to the feeling, but once
they did, they got into a rhythm and the experience was a good one for both of
them. It wasn’t a bad first time at all, for either of them.
Seokjin heard Jungkook sigh as he adjusted his position a little bit.
“Hyung… What are we going to do at school tomorrow?” he asked. Seokjin petted
Jungkook’s hair.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“People are expecting us to pick on each other. Are we supposed to act like
this… never happened?” Jungkook asked. The idea made Seokjin’s chest hurt a
little. He looked down at Jungkook.
“Well, maybe we should figure out what this is first,” Seokjin suggested.
Jungkook looked up at him, his big brown eyes revealing a bit of raw emotion.
He looked… hesitant. Shy almost. Exactly what Seokjin didn’t want to happen.
Jungkook nodded his head.
“Was this supposed to be… just sex?” Seokjin asked, a little afraid of that the
answer might be. Jungkook’s squinted his eyebrows a little, blinking his eyes.
“No… I hope not…” he said. Seokjin smiled a little, looking down at a boy who
looked nervous to admit his feelings. He petted Jungkook’s hair again, placing
a soft kiss on his forehead.
“Good… Because I would be really upset if I had to pretend like you mean
nothing to me,” Seokjin admitted. Jungkook smiled up at him, and then suddenly
hid his head back in Seokjin’s neck. Seokjin chuckled, assuming that Jungkook
must have felt shy when he said that.
“Well… We could pretend that nothing happened at school and not have everyone
on our backs… or we could leave them speechless and let them figure it out on
their own,” Seokjin suggested. Jungkook chuckled, thinking about what his
friend’s reaction would be if he saw Seokjin in the hall and just randomly gave
him a peck on the lips or started holding his hand.
“That could be fun…” he said out loud. The two shared a glance, the wheels
already turning in their head.
~
The next day at school, the boys walked in at their usual times (Seokjin had to
go home really early in the morning to get a fresh pair set of clothes and a
shower… which he really needed). The two didn’t have any classes near each
other in the morning, so they couldn’t see each other until right before lunch,
when Jungkook had a class down the hall from one of Seokjin’s. Seokjin’s locker
also happened to be in the hallway.
Jungkook was walking towards his next class with his friends behind him. When
he saw Seokjin at his locker, pulling some stuff out, he nudged his friends
elbow and motioned for them to keep walking further down. They did so, and
turned back to see what Jungkook had in mind.
Silently, Jungkook creeped up behind him and gave him a big slap on the ass,
quickly running behind a group of girls to hide. Seokjin looked up and around,
trying to figure out who did that to him. A couple of people around him looked
at him awkwardly. He scanned the whole hall until he saw Jungkook’s friends
standing nearby, chuckling. One of them pointed towards the group of girls, and
Seokjin noticed a pair of men’s shoes positioned behind them. He rolled his
eyes and walked around them, finding Jungkook chuckling while he squatted
behind him.
He started laughing when Seokjin started hitting him with his notebook over and
over, and a couple of the girls even chuckled at them. Jungkook raised his arms
up to defend himself. Seokjin could hear a couple of Jungkook’s encouraging
Jungkook to hit him back, but Jungkook didn’t do that. Instead, he reached out
and ran his fingers over Seokjin’s abdomen in an attempt to tickle him. Seokjin
immediately wrapped his own arms around himself, and Jungkook chuckled.
“I always win…” he bragged. Seokjin rolled his eyes and as Jungkook walked back
over to his friends, Seokjin hit him with his notebook on the butt in
retaliation. Jungkook smirked at him over his shoulder.
“My place or yours tonight?” he asked. Seokjin shrugged his shoulders.
“My parents are going to be home tonight,” Seokjin said.
“So is my mom. It’s her day off. Let’s go to yours. We’ll have an hour or two
to ourselves,” Jungkook suggested. Seokjin nodded his head with a smile and
started walking to his own class, the bell ringing above his head. Jungkook
began walking to his own classroom as well, his friends asking him a million
questions behind him.
“Why are you hanging out with Seokjin?” one asked. Jungkook shrugged.
“Because I like him,” he said.
“What are you guys going to do?” another asked. Jungkook actually thought about
it, but he shrugged again.
“I don’t know… We probably won’t have enough time to have sex again…” he said,
provoking his friends. He couldn’t keep back a smirk as all of their jaws
dropped open.
“Dude… don’t play around,” one of his friends finally said after a few moments
of silence. Jungkook wanted to burst out laughing at his friends expressions
right now, but he maintained his composure and pretended to be clueless as to
why his friends were acting this way.
“I’m not. Last time, it took forever. Probably more than an hour…” he said. He
sat down in his seat and pulled his knee up to his chin, resting his head as he
waited for class to begin. His friends all whispered behind him, trying to
decide if they believed him or not, but he didn’t care, as Jungkook was
spending his time thinking of all the things he could do alone with Seokjin in
an hour. He smiled to himself.
“Maybe he’ll teach me how to play some of his games…” he said to himself, not
caring if his friends heard him.
(They did.)
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