Mark Up My Soul 7/?
Title: Mark Up My Soul 7/?
Pairing: Yoongi/Jungkook (BTS)
Rating: Eventual NC17
Disclaimer: They are slowly taking over my soul to the point that I almost feel like I might be able to own them.
Summary: Jeon Jungkook’s soul mark is a music staff tattooed on his forearm. Every now and then a flare of pain will burn its way up his arm and another note is added. The strangest thing about the newest mark is that it isn’t a note and it isn’t black. It’s just a smudge. Of color. Mint green in the center, fading to deep blue around the edges.
Min Yoongi’s soul mark tattoo is a smudge of dark ink with faded thin lines of white scratched into it. If he squints, the scars sort of look like a music staff. When a new burst of pain manifests as a mint green music note in the darkest spot of black, Yoongi curses fate and his inability to stay away from all things cute. Because soul marks lie, and fate is a cruel bitch from hell.
A/N: This fic isn't done. I'm not sure how consistent I will be with updates
Left to Right = Hoseok (Hobi), Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung (V), Seokjin (Jin), Yoongi (Suga), Namjoon (RM)
Part 7:
There’s so much music, and so much laughter. Jungkook’s head is spinning from laughing so much. Hobi-hyung and Jimin teach Seokjin-hyung and Namjoon-hyung how to waltz. Namjoon-hyung steps on Seokjin-hyung’s feet more than anything else and he slams into Hobi-hyung’s chair and a plastic arm snaps off.
Yoongi claims he’s going out for a cigarette, and comes back instead with a box of ice cream bars that Tae and Jimin are not allowed to eat anywhere but on the floor, though it’s Namjoon-hyung that spills ice cream all over Yoongi’s desk and his keyboard and electronic piano. It’s Seokjin-hyung that keeps Yoongi from killing him.
Seokjin-hyung and Namjoon-hyung grow even more daring with their kisses, and at one point they’re eating off the same ice cream bar and licking ice cream from each other’s lips.
It’s kind of gross. In a cute sort of way.
Jungkook doesn’t feel the need to be that corny, and just settles against Yoongi’s side, curled up on the small couch. He lets Yoongi play with his hair while he plays with Yoongi’s fingers. For a long time, it’s just the two of them, the noise from the others just a low hum of annoyance. Yoongi taps out a beat on his knee, and Jungkook hums a soft song under his breath to go with it.
There is eventually a lull in the revelry and Seokjin-hyung huffs with a glance up at the clock on the wall. “You kids need to go home. You have school tomorrow.”
Jungkook makes a face, but he knows that Seokjin-hyung is right. It’s almost midnight.
“I’ll take him,” Yoongi says.
“Let me. I’ll take all three of them home since I have my car.”
Yoongi frowns but nods. “That makes sense.”
“I don’t want to go,” Jungkook mumbles into Yoongi’s neck.
“You have to.”
Jungkook nods. “I know, but I don’t want to.”
Yoongi clears his throat. “Hyung, give us a few minutes?”
Seokjin-hyung’s eyes narrow.
“To say goodbye without all you assholes watching us.”
“Fine. five minutes.”
Yoongi shoves Jungkook and Jungkook only grumbles a little bit. If he can get another kiss, that’s worth standing up for. Yoongi holds out his hand and Jungkook takes it and hauls himself to his feet. Yoongi does not let go. Jungkook blushes.
The rest of them whistle at them and make other noises that have Jungkook trying to hide. Yoongi flips them all off.
“Assholes,” Yoongi mutters and leads Jungkook out of the studio and outside. It’s quiet and cool, the heavy humidity of summer kept at bay by the wind off the ocean for a few more weeks. The streets are mostly deserted. Yoongi leads Jungkook to a shadowed part of the building. Not completely hidden, but close enough for a bit of privacy.
Yoongi turns and puts his back to the brick. Before Jungkook can put any distance between them, Yoongi slides a hand around his waist, grips the back of his neck and pulls him down for a kiss. Jungkook gasps, tenses up for a moment and then relaxes.
Yoongi’s kiss is demanding, the grip on his body firm.
Jungkook follows the best he can for a few moments, and then shuts his stupid brain up and just goes with it, sagging against Yoongi’s body, pressing him into the brick and kissing him back. Yoongi moans and hitches his foot around Jungkook’s calf, pulling him even closer.
“I have been wanting to do that all day,” Yoongi says without breaking the touch of their lips.
Jungkook scoffs. “You’ve been too focused on music.”
“Because if I focused on you, we would be fucking on the couch in my studio. In front of everyone.”
Jungkook blushes bright red and whines.
“Sorry, kid,” Yoongi whispers, though Jungkook is pretty sure he isn’t really sorry. Their kiss softens, more lips than tongue, and Jungkook grows daring enough to touch, slide his hand around Yoongi’s waist and use the other to run up his chest. His breath catches when Yoongi grips his ass with a soft moan. His head goes light at the sudden spiral of pleasure in his stomach.
“Should go slow,” Yoongi mutters, “but fuck, Jungkookie, you’re really really sexy, did you know that?”
“No,” Jungkook shakes his head, disrupting their kiss for only a moment.
This time Yoongi scoffs. “You are. You’re tall and handsome and so strong already. And fuck, your voice is beautiful.” The kisses go back to demanding and Jungkook is only partially aware of his hips rolling, of Yoongi using the grip on his ass to get Jungkook to grind against his thigh. They’re both hard, and Jungkook’s borrowed sweatpants do nothing to hide that.
“Should go slow,” Yoongi says with a lick to his mouth, wet and a little obscene. “I want to climb all over you and never get down.”
Oh god, Jungkook is glad that it’s dark enough to hide his blush.
“I haven’t ... hyung, I ... I’ve never done--”
Yoongi smiles and presses a peck to his lips. “I know, kid. That’s why we gotta go slow. I don’t want to scare you away.”
“You couldn’t,” Jungkook says quickly. “You haven’t yet. I want ... I don’t know. I haven’t really done anything to know what I want. It’s kinda scary. You’ll teach me?”
“Oh god, don’t say it that way.”
Jungkook bites his lip. “What way?”
“Like an innocent lamb that’s asking for the lion to bite him harder.”
Jungkook clears his throat. “I ... I don’t think I’d m-mind being b-bitten.”
Yoongi groans and he’s immediately kissed again with a tongue almost in his throat. He stops breathing, because really, and does his best to follow along the insistent push into his mouth. He thinks that it should be messy, but Yoongi-hyung has done this before, and Jungkook learns how to kiss him back, kiss him and press his tongue into Yoongi’s mouth when the other retreats. Like a dance. A really really horny dance full of body rolls and thrusting.
Speaking of ... Jungkook is aware of Yoongi, grinding on his thigh that has somehow made it between Yoongi’s legs with support from the ankle that is hooked on Jungkook’s calf. He can feel Yoongi’s erection pressing tight against his leg.
And yeah, he needs to breathe. He pulls away with a gasp, head tilted back, but Yoongi just transfers his mouth to Jungkook’s neck.
“Yesterday, Taehyung told me that you’re completely unaware of how attractive you are,” Yoongi says, lips against skin.
Jungkook pulls away, dislodging Yoongi’s mouth with a wet sound, and he huffs. “I’m not ... not really.”
“Oh, god, you really really are.”
Jungkook whines in embarrassment and buries his face in Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi is still pressed tight to the wall with Jungkook’s leg and Jungkook almost unconsciously pushes a little harder. Yoongi moans, hands sliding up his back.
“Not ... not ... I mean, I know that girls at school think I’m cute, but ...”
“High school girls are petty and picky. If you’ve managed to sway them, then that means you’re attractive.”
“But compared to Minnie and Tae--”
“Different kind of gorgeous,” Yoongi says and kisses at his neck. “Taehyung is super pretty, tall, all model-esque, and Jimin is adorable. You probably already know that.”
“Y-yeah, but I ...”
Yoongi cups his face in his hands and smiles before kissing him. “Should I list all your best qualities? That might take some time because you have a whole lot of muscles and then there are your eyes, and your cheeks, and your jawline, and your entire personality.”
“Now you’re just writing song lyrics again.”
Yoongi laughs. “Maybe, but aren’t you happy that I want to write song lyrics about you?”
Jungkook blushes again, but can’t really duck away since Yoongi’s hands are on his face.
“Pretty sure I’m going to be writing lyrics about your lips and this kiss for the rest of the week.” Yoongi tightens his grip and closes the gap between their lips. It’s a softer kiss than the ones before, a series of brushes of lips, and then another, and another, before Yoongi tilts his head to strengthen the kiss. He moves his hands to Jungkook’s hair and pulls, drawing a low whimper from Jungkook. Their bodies shift and settle, so close.
Yoongi is a bit too short to rock against, but Jungkook still tries. And gets a breathless chuckle in response. God, he’s so hard again, so ready for more, to just rub against Yoongi until he dirties Hobi-hyung’s sweatpants. He can feel his orgasm building, his stomach tightening. Maybe just a couple more minutes of this and--
“Okay, you two, knock it off.”
Jungkook groans in disappointment at Seokjin-hyung’s voice behind them, resting his forehead against Yoongi’s.
“Don’t protest. I gave you twenty minutes instead of five.”
Jungkook’s eyes go wide. It definitely hadn’t felt like they had been making out for twenty minutes.
“You’re going to be in lots of trouble,” Yoongi says, “but call me when you can, let me know what’s going on.”
Jungkook nods. “I will.”
Yoongi gives him another kiss and then takes his hand.
Seokjin-hyung smiles at them. “My car is this way.”
Jungkook notices Jimin and Taehyung standing nearer the door. And Taehyung is Taehyung again, or at least in boy clothes. She must have changed to go home. The two of them are talking about the homework they did not do, and Jungkook groans, because he didn’t do any of his homework either.
“Fuck,” Jungkook mutters. “I am so fucking dead.”
“Yeah,” Yoongi says.
“What a way to be supportive,” Jin-hyung says.
Yoongi shrugs. “I’m not going to sugarcoat anything for him. He’s fucked.”
“Do you need me to come and talk to your mom?” Seokjin asks.
Jungkook shakes his head. “No, thank you though, hyung. I’m going to be in a lot of trouble, and I’m not sure anyone trying to placate my mother will help.”
When they arrive at Seokjin-hyung’s car, Yoongi presses Jungkook to the side and kisses him, short and heavy. “Thanks for the smiles, kid,” he whispers.
Jungkook smiles widely at him and says, “Thanks for the erection,” with a wink.
Yoongi laughs and hugs him tightly.
One more kiss, and Jungkook climbs into the front seat, Jimin and Taehyung are already in the back seat. Yoongi leans into the open window for one more kiss, making Seokjin groan in disgust and the two other laugh at them both.
“I’ll text you when I can,” Jungkook promises.
“Me too.”
Seokjin-hyung starts the car. “Get your head out of the window, Suga,” he demands, “or I’m going to drive away and run over your feet.”
Yoongi pats Jungkook’s cheek and flips Seokjin-hyung off in the same movement and then steps away from the car. Jungkook watches him light a cigarette as Seokjin-hyung drives away. Yoongi waves just before the car disappears, and Jungkook sighs, eyes shutting, head against the seat.
A hand grips his shoulder from behind, and he glances back at Taehyung.
“You two are gross.”
Jungkook laughs. “So are you two. Or you three. Or whatever you have going.”
“Two,” Jimin says firmly.
Taehyung chuckles. “Yes, two. Hoseok-hyung was just ... a drunken thing.”
“He usually is when we go out,” Seokjin-hyung says with a stupid smile.
“Lame, hyung,” Jimin says.
“But you smiled,” Seokjin-hyung says.
Jungkook leans against the window and watches the city move by them. He’s suddenly exhausted and wants nothing more than to go home and sleep in his own bed and in his own room. Though a few more kisses from Yoongi would be nice too.
Seokjin-hyung drops off Jimin and Taehyung first, pulling a promise from them both that they will use this week to figure their shit out.
Jimin looks determined, and Taehyung is all smiles.
Jungkook is pretty sure they have already figured their shit out, but it’s always good to talk.
“And you,” Seokjin-hyung says as he pulls away.
Jungkook cowers a little against the door.
“Ah, maknae, don’t be scared. Especially not of Yoongi. He is so much better, so healthy now. He has bouts of sadness that he usually gets through by writing lyrics, but I don’t want you to be afraid of him.”
“I’m not,” Jungkook says.
“Did he tell you about his past?”
Jungkook nods. “Yeah, his uncle and the ... cutting and drugs and sex and stuff.”
Seokjin-hyungs nods and hums in approval. “Good. The worst thing you can do with soul marks is be dishonest with each other. I believe that all soul marks are meant for good, but they are twisted by dishonesty and--”
“Even with hyung’s uncle?”
“His uncle could have easily been a supportive part of his life, not someone who fucked a thirteen-year-old kid and then tossed him away like a used tissue after a frantic wank.”
Jungkook winces.
“Aish, sorry, Jungkookie. I’m still pretty angry at him. I hope the man is rotting in prison. Or just dead.”
“Hyung says ... he can’t remember, when you helped him.”
Seokjin-hyung smiles. “Not surprising. I found him bleeding on the street at two in the morning. He’d obviously just been mugged, raped and left for whatever, so I picked him up and took him home, and he was gone the next morning, just a scribbled, ‘Thanks’ on a receipt that he left on my table. I kept seeing him after that. I lived in his territory, as he said, where he picked men up for sex.”
“He says you have a soul mark for him?”
Seokjin-hyung smiles and nods. “I have one for you too.”
“The group one?”
“No, another one. You don’t have a music note for me though, right?”
“N-no. How ... how ... your soul mark?”
“I can’t really show you right now because it’s on my back. I don’t think anyone has told you but I’m a photographer, and my soul mark is a camera. Each person has their own polaroid picture that looks like it’s floating out of the camera. The pictures are a match of the person’s marks, so Yoongi’s picture is nothing more than black mist and yours is a music note, and Namjoon’s is a book, and Taehyung’s is a carnation, and Jimin’s is a dance step, and Hoseok’s is a wave crashing over rocks. Oh, you’d love Hoseok’s tattoo. Tae says that you can draw, and Hoseok has this huge wave on his side and hip, like the woodblock by Japanese artist Katsushika Hokusai. I think Hoseok was him in another life, and he’s such a good dancer, his body just moves like a wave.”
Jungkook stares at him and tries to digest all that information. “Wow.”
Seokjin-hyung pats him on the knee. “There’s plenty of time to get to know all of us, now that the group mark has shown up. We’ll all hang out, all the time.”
“If my mom will let me. She demanded that Yoongi show her his soul mark and he refused and cursed at her.”
Seokjin-hyung nods. “Sounds like him. He is really sensitive about it. But you just let me know if I need to come and talk to her.”
“I will.”
Jungkook guides Seokjin-hyung down the narrow street to his building and sees that the lights are on his apartment. He wonders if his mother is still awake.
“If you can, text me if everything is all right.”
“I will,” Jungkook promises. It takes all of his courage to climb out of the car, keep breathing, and enter the building. He waves goodbye to his hyung and then takes the long trek up the stairs. He stops in front of the door for a few more minutes, just to stay relaxed because the peace and happiness from the last two days is going to disappear as soon as he walks in. He digs in his bag for his house key, body on automatic as he unlocks the door and it feels like he’s stepping through sludge.
The door shuts with a soft click and he removes his shoes.
A throat clears behind him.
Not his mother.
Wincing, he turns around and faces his father. He’s wearing his pajama set, the dark green ones that look perfect and ironed. And here he is, in a wrinkled punk rock T-shirt and borrowed sweatpants. His hair is probably still a mess from Yoongi running his hands through it while they kissed. He wonders if his father can tell he had Yoongi pushed up against a brick wall for a few frantic thrusts against his thigh.
“At this point, you should already understand that you are grounded.”
“Yes, sir,” Jungkook whispers.
“Your mother says you have two soul marks with this man.”
Jungkook holds out his arm and says, “Yes, sir,” again.
He barely looks at it. “You are still allowed to walk to school, but we have contacted the school and told them to tell us if you actually show up. I expect Jimin or Taehyung to escort you there, because they are also going to be grounded. You are allowed to attend your study sessions, but you will be home by six and you will not be allowed to leave the house after that without express permission from your mother.”
Jungkook swallows back a noise of protest. He isn’t some delinquent! He isn’t a punk trying to rebel!
“I want to do well in school,” Jungkook finally says when he knows he can control the tone of his voice. “You may not believe me, but I do. I’m not going to ditch classes.”
“And as soon as we can trust you again, you will be allowed more freedoms.”
Jungkook nods. “Yes, sir.”
“You’re going to be allowed to keep your phone and your computer, but only because your mother wants to be able to get ahold of you and you still need to do your schoolwork.”
That at least is a relief.
“But your mother will be screening your messages and your computer usage everyday.”
Jungkook nods again; that’s easy enough to get around. There is a delete button if he needs to delete texts from Yoongi. Like the drunken confession texts. Yeah, those are going to be gone before he sleeps.
“I am leaving for Hong Kong on Tuesday to close a very important trade deal,” his father continues. “Do not give your mother a hard time while I am gone.”
“I won’t, sir.”
“Good.” His father stares at him for a little longer and then says, “It’s important for you to have friends, especially friends that are as focused on music as Taehyung says this Yoongi man is. I know it’s important to you, but you can practice things like that when you aren’t trying to get into one of the most prestigious art schools in the country.”
Jungkook swallows roughly and feels his eyes sting. He looks away and sighs. “Yes, sir.”
“Go to bed.”
“Yes, sir.”
Jungkook shuffles through the room, keeping his head down and doesn’t breathe until he’s in his room, the door shut firmly behind him.
That could have been a whole lot worse. He texts Yoongi first.
Jungkook:
I’m grounded for life almost.
Yoongi:
You still have a phone!
Jungkook:
Yeah, but it’s annoying that I can’t come and see you. My mom is going to be reading my messages every day too.
Yoongi:
Well, fuck, there go dreams of sexting.
Jungkook:
Well, there’s a delete button. Jungkook blushes.
Yoongi:
I’m not going to sext you, kid. That’s torture that I am not going to put myself through.
Jungkook bites his lower lip, his body hot and bothered because fuck. He’s got to delete the messages anyway. He takes off his shirt and lifts his phone up for a selca. He can’t look at himself, ducking his head while taking the picture. When he sees the picture, he almost immediately deletes it. He can’t send that!
But god, he wants to. He crops it a little bit, taking out his nipples and part of the arm, but leaving his shoulders and collarbones. And the the slight blush on his face, the embarrassment. He whines in the back of his throat, but sends it to Yoongi before he can talk himself out of it.
The reply is not immediate. It shows that Yoongi saw it. But it’s a full two minutes before there’s a reply. Two minutes for Jungkook to regret all of his life’s choices and decide how soon he can move to Thailand and become a monk.
Yoongi:
Well, that’s ... interesting. Like very interesting.
Jungkook frowns and feels his entire body shake from the embarrassment, and then another text comes through and the embarrassment turns ... hotter.
Yoongi:
And with most interesting things, it should be explored, right? A visual exploration. A hands-on exploration.
May have to get really close and explore with my mouth. A taste exploration? That’s a thing right?
Also, I’ll probably have to explore what isn’t shown in that picture. Just to check ... the facts.
Jungkook fans his face, but fuck, he had no plan for this, what does he say next? He bites his lip and whispers, fuck it.
Jungkook:
Exploration, huh? That is an interesting concept. No one has ever explored before.
Yoongi:
You are going to kill me, Kookie.
Jungkook takes another selca, this one with as innocent as a look on his face as he is able. And still showing off his bare shoulders and collarbones.
Jungkook:
What did I do?
Yoongi:
Stop texting me, because my hands are going to be too busy to reply.
Jungkook chokes on nothing and buries his head in his arm. Yoongi is going to masturbate. To thoughts of him. Jungkook tilts his head back and thinks about that. About Yoongi touching himself. About touching himself while Yoongi is touching himself.
Shaking, he sends one more text.
Jungkook:
I’ll race you.
He shucks off the rest of his clothes, and he knows that he shouldn’t, not now, he needs to sleep, but his dick is mostly hard, and the orgasm will help release the tension anyway.
He isn’t expecting another text, but he receives one.
Yoongi:
I’ll lose, I already know that. With all that body to explore, it’s going to take me a long time.
Especially if I have to use both my hands and my mouth.
Jungkook moans and sends back a heart. He thinks. He hopes. He almost drops his phone in his haste to lock his door. He trips over his sweats and leaves his boxers hanging off his ankle. He’s exhausted, but so hyped up, on Yoongi, on the thought of his hands and his mouth on Jungkook’s skin.
His dick is so hard, and he curls his hand around it, letting is rest in his palm for a moment and then he grips it tight, so just the head peaks from the circle of his thumb and fingers. He squeezes too tight and pulls his hand up, just a few centimeters above his body. The head slips under his finger. He’s already wet with precome after on a few strokes. He bites his lip against a moan and wonders how Yoongi’s fingers will fit around him. Jungkook has spent two days staring at his hands and his longer fingers and god, he has such nice hands. How will Yoongi touch him, with just a few fingers, or will he do what Jungkook likes and use his palm to practically grip his entire cock?
It’s the first time he’s touched himself to the thought of someone else besides Jimin or Taehyung. He’d never dared before then, when he wasn’t sure why and completely ashamed when the thought of girls never really did anything for him. But Jimin ... instead of Jimin-hyung, it’s Yoongi-hyung, and he already knows what it feels like to kiss him, he already knows what it feels like to have him pressed close, to rock against his body and moan and whimper into his mouth. He remembers the way their bodies pressed together, the feel of Yoongi’s cock against his leg, the feel of his own cock against Yoongi’s leg. He’d been so close to an orgasm then, and now ... now he doesn’t try to stop it.
He hopes that when he has the real thing, he will last longer than now. When Yoongi touches him and kisses him and ... Jungkook flushes in embarrassed arousal, his stomach already tight and his body already on edge. He bites his lip hard against a moan and wonders what it would feel like to have Yoongi bite him. A little shock of pain, and he’s coming, body curling in on itself as he shoots a mess of come up onto his clenched abs.
“Fuck,” he whispers. His breath is too loud in the room. His heartbeat pounds in his ears.
He tightens his grip and gasps at the over-sensitive touch and feeling of one more clump of come dripping to his skin.
After his breath steadies, he lifts his leg and snags the pair of boxers off his ankle, using them to wipe up. He’s shaking. So much, and he really hates that he has nothing more to curl against than a pillow and blankets.
His phone is flashing with a notification that he has a new message.
Yoongi:
Don’t you dare send me a dick pic, kid. The first time I see you naked, it’s going to be in person.
Jungkook moans and presses his head to a cool spot on his sheets. He has no idea how to reply to that. He didn’t even think about sending a dick pic because that would mean that Yoongi actually sees his dick. He’ll have to if they’re naked, if Yoongi wants ... shit. With his head clearing and his mind catching up to his thoughts, he knows that Yoongi even wanting him is slim. His dick is too small. And he has no idea what to do with someone else’s. He really wants to warn Yoongi first, or well, talk to him. It’s not like he knows what Yoongi was thinking while they were making out against the wall. Did he even notice that Jungkook had been so hard?
He really isn’t ready for this. Not at all. He isn’t really ready to show Yoongi ... what if he doesn’t like it?
But ... well, he can still be sexy, right? They’re flirting. It’s texting. He doesn’t need to say anything about the size of his dick. But still he doesn’t know what to say. He thinks about it for a little longer, and his heartbeat is finally slowing.
Jungkook:
Fine, I promise, but you have to promise that you’ll make me last longer than I just fucking did.
Yoongi:
Fuck ...
It’s a deal. I am very, very good at teasing.
Jungkook groans. Why do all his attempts to get the upper hand at this flirting and sexting thing always backfire?
Jungkook:
Can’t wait.
I’m deleting these messages now because my mom is going to check my phone, but I won’t forget that promise.
Yoongi:
I’ll remind you every day.
Jungkook smiles widely and sends Yoongi a selca of him making a kissy face at the camera.
Yoongi:
Sweet dreams, kid.
Jungkook:
You too! Promise me you’ll sleep!
Yoongi:
Sure.
--- ☼ --- ♪ --- ☼ ---
Yoong doesn’t sleep. Yoongi writes song lyrics.
I’m used to pain, I’m used to anger
But what is this taking over me?
I’m used to hurt, I’m used to crying
And now I’m not sure about me.
It’s probably you.
I’m used to tears, I’m used to screaming.
This isn’t that, but my chest is tight.
I’m used to cuts, I’m used to betrayal
I’m used to life leaving me without light.
It’s probably you.
There’s something brewing that isn’t right
There’s something churning that isn’t pain
There’s something dancing just above my soul
There’s something twisting just below my skin
It’s probably you and your ridiculous smile.
It’s probably you and all the kisses you give me.
It’s probably you.
It’s probably you.
Probably you.
I’m not sure why it doesn’t hurt.
I’m not sure why I still want to cry.
But it’s probably you.
It’s probably you.
Probably you.
You know, I’m pretty sure it’s you.
And I think I could get used to this.
--- ☼ --- ♪ --- ☼ ---
Part 8: Sexy Things
Part 6: Dancing Around
Part 5: Confessional Kisses
Part 4: Cuddles
Part 3: Selcas and Secrets
Part 2: Music and a Heart
Part 1: Mint Green Smudge
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Pairing: Yoongi/Jungkook (BTS)
Rating: Eventual NC17
Disclaimer: They are slowly taking over my soul to the point that I almost feel like I might be able to own them.
Summary: Jeon Jungkook’s soul mark is a music staff tattooed on his forearm. Every now and then a flare of pain will burn its way up his arm and another note is added. The strangest thing about the newest mark is that it isn’t a note and it isn’t black. It’s just a smudge. Of color. Mint green in the center, fading to deep blue around the edges.
Min Yoongi’s soul mark tattoo is a smudge of dark ink with faded thin lines of white scratched into it. If he squints, the scars sort of look like a music staff. When a new burst of pain manifests as a mint green music note in the darkest spot of black, Yoongi curses fate and his inability to stay away from all things cute. Because soul marks lie, and fate is a cruel bitch from hell.
A/N: This fic isn't done. I'm not sure how consistent I will be with updates
Left to Right = Hoseok (Hobi), Jimin, Jungkook, Taehyung (V), Seokjin (Jin), Yoongi (Suga), Namjoon (RM)
Part 7:
There’s so much music, and so much laughter. Jungkook’s head is spinning from laughing so much. Hobi-hyung and Jimin teach Seokjin-hyung and Namjoon-hyung how to waltz. Namjoon-hyung steps on Seokjin-hyung’s feet more than anything else and he slams into Hobi-hyung’s chair and a plastic arm snaps off.
Yoongi claims he’s going out for a cigarette, and comes back instead with a box of ice cream bars that Tae and Jimin are not allowed to eat anywhere but on the floor, though it’s Namjoon-hyung that spills ice cream all over Yoongi’s desk and his keyboard and electronic piano. It’s Seokjin-hyung that keeps Yoongi from killing him.
Seokjin-hyung and Namjoon-hyung grow even more daring with their kisses, and at one point they’re eating off the same ice cream bar and licking ice cream from each other’s lips.
It’s kind of gross. In a cute sort of way.
Jungkook doesn’t feel the need to be that corny, and just settles against Yoongi’s side, curled up on the small couch. He lets Yoongi play with his hair while he plays with Yoongi’s fingers. For a long time, it’s just the two of them, the noise from the others just a low hum of annoyance. Yoongi taps out a beat on his knee, and Jungkook hums a soft song under his breath to go with it.
There is eventually a lull in the revelry and Seokjin-hyung huffs with a glance up at the clock on the wall. “You kids need to go home. You have school tomorrow.”
Jungkook makes a face, but he knows that Seokjin-hyung is right. It’s almost midnight.
“I’ll take him,” Yoongi says.
“Let me. I’ll take all three of them home since I have my car.”
Yoongi frowns but nods. “That makes sense.”
“I don’t want to go,” Jungkook mumbles into Yoongi’s neck.
“You have to.”
Jungkook nods. “I know, but I don’t want to.”
Yoongi clears his throat. “Hyung, give us a few minutes?”
Seokjin-hyung’s eyes narrow.
“To say goodbye without all you assholes watching us.”
“Fine. five minutes.”
Yoongi shoves Jungkook and Jungkook only grumbles a little bit. If he can get another kiss, that’s worth standing up for. Yoongi holds out his hand and Jungkook takes it and hauls himself to his feet. Yoongi does not let go. Jungkook blushes.
The rest of them whistle at them and make other noises that have Jungkook trying to hide. Yoongi flips them all off.
“Assholes,” Yoongi mutters and leads Jungkook out of the studio and outside. It’s quiet and cool, the heavy humidity of summer kept at bay by the wind off the ocean for a few more weeks. The streets are mostly deserted. Yoongi leads Jungkook to a shadowed part of the building. Not completely hidden, but close enough for a bit of privacy.
Yoongi turns and puts his back to the brick. Before Jungkook can put any distance between them, Yoongi slides a hand around his waist, grips the back of his neck and pulls him down for a kiss. Jungkook gasps, tenses up for a moment and then relaxes.
Yoongi’s kiss is demanding, the grip on his body firm.
Jungkook follows the best he can for a few moments, and then shuts his stupid brain up and just goes with it, sagging against Yoongi’s body, pressing him into the brick and kissing him back. Yoongi moans and hitches his foot around Jungkook’s calf, pulling him even closer.
“I have been wanting to do that all day,” Yoongi says without breaking the touch of their lips.
Jungkook scoffs. “You’ve been too focused on music.”
“Because if I focused on you, we would be fucking on the couch in my studio. In front of everyone.”
Jungkook blushes bright red and whines.
“Sorry, kid,” Yoongi whispers, though Jungkook is pretty sure he isn’t really sorry. Their kiss softens, more lips than tongue, and Jungkook grows daring enough to touch, slide his hand around Yoongi’s waist and use the other to run up his chest. His breath catches when Yoongi grips his ass with a soft moan. His head goes light at the sudden spiral of pleasure in his stomach.
“Should go slow,” Yoongi mutters, “but fuck, Jungkookie, you’re really really sexy, did you know that?”
“No,” Jungkook shakes his head, disrupting their kiss for only a moment.
This time Yoongi scoffs. “You are. You’re tall and handsome and so strong already. And fuck, your voice is beautiful.” The kisses go back to demanding and Jungkook is only partially aware of his hips rolling, of Yoongi using the grip on his ass to get Jungkook to grind against his thigh. They’re both hard, and Jungkook’s borrowed sweatpants do nothing to hide that.
“Should go slow,” Yoongi says with a lick to his mouth, wet and a little obscene. “I want to climb all over you and never get down.”
Oh god, Jungkook is glad that it’s dark enough to hide his blush.
“I haven’t ... hyung, I ... I’ve never done--”
Yoongi smiles and presses a peck to his lips. “I know, kid. That’s why we gotta go slow. I don’t want to scare you away.”
“You couldn’t,” Jungkook says quickly. “You haven’t yet. I want ... I don’t know. I haven’t really done anything to know what I want. It’s kinda scary. You’ll teach me?”
“Oh god, don’t say it that way.”
Jungkook bites his lip. “What way?”
“Like an innocent lamb that’s asking for the lion to bite him harder.”
Jungkook clears his throat. “I ... I don’t think I’d m-mind being b-bitten.”
Yoongi groans and he’s immediately kissed again with a tongue almost in his throat. He stops breathing, because really, and does his best to follow along the insistent push into his mouth. He thinks that it should be messy, but Yoongi-hyung has done this before, and Jungkook learns how to kiss him back, kiss him and press his tongue into Yoongi’s mouth when the other retreats. Like a dance. A really really horny dance full of body rolls and thrusting.
Speaking of ... Jungkook is aware of Yoongi, grinding on his thigh that has somehow made it between Yoongi’s legs with support from the ankle that is hooked on Jungkook’s calf. He can feel Yoongi’s erection pressing tight against his leg.
And yeah, he needs to breathe. He pulls away with a gasp, head tilted back, but Yoongi just transfers his mouth to Jungkook’s neck.
“Yesterday, Taehyung told me that you’re completely unaware of how attractive you are,” Yoongi says, lips against skin.
Jungkook pulls away, dislodging Yoongi’s mouth with a wet sound, and he huffs. “I’m not ... not really.”
“Oh, god, you really really are.”
Jungkook whines in embarrassment and buries his face in Yoongi’s neck. Yoongi is still pressed tight to the wall with Jungkook’s leg and Jungkook almost unconsciously pushes a little harder. Yoongi moans, hands sliding up his back.
“Not ... not ... I mean, I know that girls at school think I’m cute, but ...”
“High school girls are petty and picky. If you’ve managed to sway them, then that means you’re attractive.”
“But compared to Minnie and Tae--”
“Different kind of gorgeous,” Yoongi says and kisses at his neck. “Taehyung is super pretty, tall, all model-esque, and Jimin is adorable. You probably already know that.”
“Y-yeah, but I ...”
Yoongi cups his face in his hands and smiles before kissing him. “Should I list all your best qualities? That might take some time because you have a whole lot of muscles and then there are your eyes, and your cheeks, and your jawline, and your entire personality.”
“Now you’re just writing song lyrics again.”
Yoongi laughs. “Maybe, but aren’t you happy that I want to write song lyrics about you?”
Jungkook blushes again, but can’t really duck away since Yoongi’s hands are on his face.
“Pretty sure I’m going to be writing lyrics about your lips and this kiss for the rest of the week.” Yoongi tightens his grip and closes the gap between their lips. It’s a softer kiss than the ones before, a series of brushes of lips, and then another, and another, before Yoongi tilts his head to strengthen the kiss. He moves his hands to Jungkook’s hair and pulls, drawing a low whimper from Jungkook. Their bodies shift and settle, so close.
Yoongi is a bit too short to rock against, but Jungkook still tries. And gets a breathless chuckle in response. God, he’s so hard again, so ready for more, to just rub against Yoongi until he dirties Hobi-hyung’s sweatpants. He can feel his orgasm building, his stomach tightening. Maybe just a couple more minutes of this and--
“Okay, you two, knock it off.”
Jungkook groans in disappointment at Seokjin-hyung’s voice behind them, resting his forehead against Yoongi’s.
“Don’t protest. I gave you twenty minutes instead of five.”
Jungkook’s eyes go wide. It definitely hadn’t felt like they had been making out for twenty minutes.
“You’re going to be in lots of trouble,” Yoongi says, “but call me when you can, let me know what’s going on.”
Jungkook nods. “I will.”
Yoongi gives him another kiss and then takes his hand.
Seokjin-hyung smiles at them. “My car is this way.”
Jungkook notices Jimin and Taehyung standing nearer the door. And Taehyung is Taehyung again, or at least in boy clothes. She must have changed to go home. The two of them are talking about the homework they did not do, and Jungkook groans, because he didn’t do any of his homework either.
“Fuck,” Jungkook mutters. “I am so fucking dead.”
“Yeah,” Yoongi says.
“What a way to be supportive,” Jin-hyung says.
Yoongi shrugs. “I’m not going to sugarcoat anything for him. He’s fucked.”
“Do you need me to come and talk to your mom?” Seokjin asks.
Jungkook shakes his head. “No, thank you though, hyung. I’m going to be in a lot of trouble, and I’m not sure anyone trying to placate my mother will help.”
When they arrive at Seokjin-hyung’s car, Yoongi presses Jungkook to the side and kisses him, short and heavy. “Thanks for the smiles, kid,” he whispers.
Jungkook smiles widely at him and says, “Thanks for the erection,” with a wink.
Yoongi laughs and hugs him tightly.
One more kiss, and Jungkook climbs into the front seat, Jimin and Taehyung are already in the back seat. Yoongi leans into the open window for one more kiss, making Seokjin groan in disgust and the two other laugh at them both.
“I’ll text you when I can,” Jungkook promises.
“Me too.”
Seokjin-hyung starts the car. “Get your head out of the window, Suga,” he demands, “or I’m going to drive away and run over your feet.”
Yoongi pats Jungkook’s cheek and flips Seokjin-hyung off in the same movement and then steps away from the car. Jungkook watches him light a cigarette as Seokjin-hyung drives away. Yoongi waves just before the car disappears, and Jungkook sighs, eyes shutting, head against the seat.
A hand grips his shoulder from behind, and he glances back at Taehyung.
“You two are gross.”
Jungkook laughs. “So are you two. Or you three. Or whatever you have going.”
“Two,” Jimin says firmly.
Taehyung chuckles. “Yes, two. Hoseok-hyung was just ... a drunken thing.”
“He usually is when we go out,” Seokjin-hyung says with a stupid smile.
“Lame, hyung,” Jimin says.
“But you smiled,” Seokjin-hyung says.
Jungkook leans against the window and watches the city move by them. He’s suddenly exhausted and wants nothing more than to go home and sleep in his own bed and in his own room. Though a few more kisses from Yoongi would be nice too.
Seokjin-hyung drops off Jimin and Taehyung first, pulling a promise from them both that they will use this week to figure their shit out.
Jimin looks determined, and Taehyung is all smiles.
Jungkook is pretty sure they have already figured their shit out, but it’s always good to talk.
“And you,” Seokjin-hyung says as he pulls away.
Jungkook cowers a little against the door.
“Ah, maknae, don’t be scared. Especially not of Yoongi. He is so much better, so healthy now. He has bouts of sadness that he usually gets through by writing lyrics, but I don’t want you to be afraid of him.”
“I’m not,” Jungkook says.
“Did he tell you about his past?”
Jungkook nods. “Yeah, his uncle and the ... cutting and drugs and sex and stuff.”
Seokjin-hyungs nods and hums in approval. “Good. The worst thing you can do with soul marks is be dishonest with each other. I believe that all soul marks are meant for good, but they are twisted by dishonesty and--”
“Even with hyung’s uncle?”
“His uncle could have easily been a supportive part of his life, not someone who fucked a thirteen-year-old kid and then tossed him away like a used tissue after a frantic wank.”
Jungkook winces.
“Aish, sorry, Jungkookie. I’m still pretty angry at him. I hope the man is rotting in prison. Or just dead.”
“Hyung says ... he can’t remember, when you helped him.”
Seokjin-hyung smiles. “Not surprising. I found him bleeding on the street at two in the morning. He’d obviously just been mugged, raped and left for whatever, so I picked him up and took him home, and he was gone the next morning, just a scribbled, ‘Thanks’ on a receipt that he left on my table. I kept seeing him after that. I lived in his territory, as he said, where he picked men up for sex.”
“He says you have a soul mark for him?”
Seokjin-hyung smiles and nods. “I have one for you too.”
“The group one?”
“No, another one. You don’t have a music note for me though, right?”
“N-no. How ... how ... your soul mark?”
“I can’t really show you right now because it’s on my back. I don’t think anyone has told you but I’m a photographer, and my soul mark is a camera. Each person has their own polaroid picture that looks like it’s floating out of the camera. The pictures are a match of the person’s marks, so Yoongi’s picture is nothing more than black mist and yours is a music note, and Namjoon’s is a book, and Taehyung’s is a carnation, and Jimin’s is a dance step, and Hoseok’s is a wave crashing over rocks. Oh, you’d love Hoseok’s tattoo. Tae says that you can draw, and Hoseok has this huge wave on his side and hip, like the woodblock by Japanese artist Katsushika Hokusai. I think Hoseok was him in another life, and he’s such a good dancer, his body just moves like a wave.”
Jungkook stares at him and tries to digest all that information. “Wow.”
Seokjin-hyung pats him on the knee. “There’s plenty of time to get to know all of us, now that the group mark has shown up. We’ll all hang out, all the time.”
“If my mom will let me. She demanded that Yoongi show her his soul mark and he refused and cursed at her.”
Seokjin-hyung nods. “Sounds like him. He is really sensitive about it. But you just let me know if I need to come and talk to her.”
“I will.”
Jungkook guides Seokjin-hyung down the narrow street to his building and sees that the lights are on his apartment. He wonders if his mother is still awake.
“If you can, text me if everything is all right.”
“I will,” Jungkook promises. It takes all of his courage to climb out of the car, keep breathing, and enter the building. He waves goodbye to his hyung and then takes the long trek up the stairs. He stops in front of the door for a few more minutes, just to stay relaxed because the peace and happiness from the last two days is going to disappear as soon as he walks in. He digs in his bag for his house key, body on automatic as he unlocks the door and it feels like he’s stepping through sludge.
The door shuts with a soft click and he removes his shoes.
A throat clears behind him.
Not his mother.
Wincing, he turns around and faces his father. He’s wearing his pajama set, the dark green ones that look perfect and ironed. And here he is, in a wrinkled punk rock T-shirt and borrowed sweatpants. His hair is probably still a mess from Yoongi running his hands through it while they kissed. He wonders if his father can tell he had Yoongi pushed up against a brick wall for a few frantic thrusts against his thigh.
“At this point, you should already understand that you are grounded.”
“Yes, sir,” Jungkook whispers.
“Your mother says you have two soul marks with this man.”
Jungkook holds out his arm and says, “Yes, sir,” again.
He barely looks at it. “You are still allowed to walk to school, but we have contacted the school and told them to tell us if you actually show up. I expect Jimin or Taehyung to escort you there, because they are also going to be grounded. You are allowed to attend your study sessions, but you will be home by six and you will not be allowed to leave the house after that without express permission from your mother.”
Jungkook swallows back a noise of protest. He isn’t some delinquent! He isn’t a punk trying to rebel!
“I want to do well in school,” Jungkook finally says when he knows he can control the tone of his voice. “You may not believe me, but I do. I’m not going to ditch classes.”
“And as soon as we can trust you again, you will be allowed more freedoms.”
Jungkook nods. “Yes, sir.”
“You’re going to be allowed to keep your phone and your computer, but only because your mother wants to be able to get ahold of you and you still need to do your schoolwork.”
That at least is a relief.
“But your mother will be screening your messages and your computer usage everyday.”
Jungkook nods again; that’s easy enough to get around. There is a delete button if he needs to delete texts from Yoongi. Like the drunken confession texts. Yeah, those are going to be gone before he sleeps.
“I am leaving for Hong Kong on Tuesday to close a very important trade deal,” his father continues. “Do not give your mother a hard time while I am gone.”
“I won’t, sir.”
“Good.” His father stares at him for a little longer and then says, “It’s important for you to have friends, especially friends that are as focused on music as Taehyung says this Yoongi man is. I know it’s important to you, but you can practice things like that when you aren’t trying to get into one of the most prestigious art schools in the country.”
Jungkook swallows roughly and feels his eyes sting. He looks away and sighs. “Yes, sir.”
“Go to bed.”
“Yes, sir.”
Jungkook shuffles through the room, keeping his head down and doesn’t breathe until he’s in his room, the door shut firmly behind him.
That could have been a whole lot worse. He texts Yoongi first.
Jungkook:
I’m grounded for life almost.
Yoongi:
You still have a phone!
Jungkook:
Yeah, but it’s annoying that I can’t come and see you. My mom is going to be reading my messages every day too.
Yoongi:
Well, fuck, there go dreams of sexting.
Jungkook:
Well, there’s a delete button. Jungkook blushes.
Yoongi:
I’m not going to sext you, kid. That’s torture that I am not going to put myself through.
Jungkook bites his lower lip, his body hot and bothered because fuck. He’s got to delete the messages anyway. He takes off his shirt and lifts his phone up for a selca. He can’t look at himself, ducking his head while taking the picture. When he sees the picture, he almost immediately deletes it. He can’t send that!
But god, he wants to. He crops it a little bit, taking out his nipples and part of the arm, but leaving his shoulders and collarbones. And the the slight blush on his face, the embarrassment. He whines in the back of his throat, but sends it to Yoongi before he can talk himself out of it.
The reply is not immediate. It shows that Yoongi saw it. But it’s a full two minutes before there’s a reply. Two minutes for Jungkook to regret all of his life’s choices and decide how soon he can move to Thailand and become a monk.
Yoongi:
Well, that’s ... interesting. Like very interesting.
Jungkook frowns and feels his entire body shake from the embarrassment, and then another text comes through and the embarrassment turns ... hotter.
Yoongi:
And with most interesting things, it should be explored, right? A visual exploration. A hands-on exploration.
May have to get really close and explore with my mouth. A taste exploration? That’s a thing right?
Also, I’ll probably have to explore what isn’t shown in that picture. Just to check ... the facts.
Jungkook fans his face, but fuck, he had no plan for this, what does he say next? He bites his lip and whispers, fuck it.
Jungkook:
Exploration, huh? That is an interesting concept. No one has ever explored before.
Yoongi:
You are going to kill me, Kookie.
Jungkook takes another selca, this one with as innocent as a look on his face as he is able. And still showing off his bare shoulders and collarbones.
Jungkook:
What did I do?
Yoongi:
Stop texting me, because my hands are going to be too busy to reply.
Jungkook chokes on nothing and buries his head in his arm. Yoongi is going to masturbate. To thoughts of him. Jungkook tilts his head back and thinks about that. About Yoongi touching himself. About touching himself while Yoongi is touching himself.
Shaking, he sends one more text.
Jungkook:
I’ll race you.
He shucks off the rest of his clothes, and he knows that he shouldn’t, not now, he needs to sleep, but his dick is mostly hard, and the orgasm will help release the tension anyway.
He isn’t expecting another text, but he receives one.
Yoongi:
I’ll lose, I already know that. With all that body to explore, it’s going to take me a long time.
Especially if I have to use both my hands and my mouth.
Jungkook moans and sends back a heart. He thinks. He hopes. He almost drops his phone in his haste to lock his door. He trips over his sweats and leaves his boxers hanging off his ankle. He’s exhausted, but so hyped up, on Yoongi, on the thought of his hands and his mouth on Jungkook’s skin.
His dick is so hard, and he curls his hand around it, letting is rest in his palm for a moment and then he grips it tight, so just the head peaks from the circle of his thumb and fingers. He squeezes too tight and pulls his hand up, just a few centimeters above his body. The head slips under his finger. He’s already wet with precome after on a few strokes. He bites his lip against a moan and wonders how Yoongi’s fingers will fit around him. Jungkook has spent two days staring at his hands and his longer fingers and god, he has such nice hands. How will Yoongi touch him, with just a few fingers, or will he do what Jungkook likes and use his palm to practically grip his entire cock?
It’s the first time he’s touched himself to the thought of someone else besides Jimin or Taehyung. He’d never dared before then, when he wasn’t sure why and completely ashamed when the thought of girls never really did anything for him. But Jimin ... instead of Jimin-hyung, it’s Yoongi-hyung, and he already knows what it feels like to kiss him, he already knows what it feels like to have him pressed close, to rock against his body and moan and whimper into his mouth. He remembers the way their bodies pressed together, the feel of Yoongi’s cock against his leg, the feel of his own cock against Yoongi’s leg. He’d been so close to an orgasm then, and now ... now he doesn’t try to stop it.
He hopes that when he has the real thing, he will last longer than now. When Yoongi touches him and kisses him and ... Jungkook flushes in embarrassed arousal, his stomach already tight and his body already on edge. He bites his lip hard against a moan and wonders what it would feel like to have Yoongi bite him. A little shock of pain, and he’s coming, body curling in on itself as he shoots a mess of come up onto his clenched abs.
“Fuck,” he whispers. His breath is too loud in the room. His heartbeat pounds in his ears.
He tightens his grip and gasps at the over-sensitive touch and feeling of one more clump of come dripping to his skin.
After his breath steadies, he lifts his leg and snags the pair of boxers off his ankle, using them to wipe up. He’s shaking. So much, and he really hates that he has nothing more to curl against than a pillow and blankets.
His phone is flashing with a notification that he has a new message.
Yoongi:
Don’t you dare send me a dick pic, kid. The first time I see you naked, it’s going to be in person.
Jungkook moans and presses his head to a cool spot on his sheets. He has no idea how to reply to that. He didn’t even think about sending a dick pic because that would mean that Yoongi actually sees his dick. He’ll have to if they’re naked, if Yoongi wants ... shit. With his head clearing and his mind catching up to his thoughts, he knows that Yoongi even wanting him is slim. His dick is too small. And he has no idea what to do with someone else’s. He really wants to warn Yoongi first, or well, talk to him. It’s not like he knows what Yoongi was thinking while they were making out against the wall. Did he even notice that Jungkook had been so hard?
He really isn’t ready for this. Not at all. He isn’t really ready to show Yoongi ... what if he doesn’t like it?
But ... well, he can still be sexy, right? They’re flirting. It’s texting. He doesn’t need to say anything about the size of his dick. But still he doesn’t know what to say. He thinks about it for a little longer, and his heartbeat is finally slowing.
Jungkook:
Fine, I promise, but you have to promise that you’ll make me last longer than I just fucking did.
Yoongi:
Fuck ...
It’s a deal. I am very, very good at teasing.
Jungkook groans. Why do all his attempts to get the upper hand at this flirting and sexting thing always backfire?
Jungkook:
Can’t wait.
I’m deleting these messages now because my mom is going to check my phone, but I won’t forget that promise.
Yoongi:
I’ll remind you every day.
Jungkook smiles widely and sends Yoongi a selca of him making a kissy face at the camera.
Yoongi:
Sweet dreams, kid.
Jungkook:
You too! Promise me you’ll sleep!
Yoongi:
Sure.
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Yoong doesn’t sleep. Yoongi writes song lyrics.
I’m used to pain, I’m used to anger
But what is this taking over me?
I’m used to hurt, I’m used to crying
And now I’m not sure about me.
It’s probably you.
I’m used to tears, I’m used to screaming.
This isn’t that, but my chest is tight.
I’m used to cuts, I’m used to betrayal
I’m used to life leaving me without light.
It’s probably you.
There’s something brewing that isn’t right
There’s something churning that isn’t pain
There’s something dancing just above my soul
There’s something twisting just below my skin
It’s probably you and your ridiculous smile.
It’s probably you and all the kisses you give me.
It’s probably you.
It’s probably you.
Probably you.
I’m not sure why it doesn’t hurt.
I’m not sure why I still want to cry.
But it’s probably you.
It’s probably you.
Probably you.
You know, I’m pretty sure it’s you.
And I think I could get used to this.
--- ☼ --- ♪ --- ☼ ---
Part 8: Sexy Things
Part 6: Dancing Around
Part 5: Confessional Kisses
Part 4: Cuddles
Part 3: Selcas and Secrets
Part 2: Music and a Heart
Part 1: Mint Green Smudge
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