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      Seokjin_|_Jin, Kim_Namjoon_|_RM, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope
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      Published: 2018-03-06 Updated: 2018-03-11 Chapters: 2/? Words: 3495
****** A boys best friend is his brother ~ Yoonkook ******
by spilledbubbletea
Summary
     So this is my first Yoonkook fic, and my first time writing smut,
     which there will be.
     Yes this is an incest story, but it’s not actually incest since
     they’re not actually brothers, just step brothers. However I know
     lots of people are sensitive to that subject, which I understand as I
     have my own experiences so I’m leaving a disclaimer, please don’t
     read if you aren’t comfortable with that :)
     Also yes yoongi is younger than jeongukk in this as it fit the story
     better, so please bare in mind that this is an AU so they have
     different ages
     I’m not sure where I’m going to take this, I just had a few ideas and
     wanted to write them, especially since there are so little fanfics
     with this sort of theme
     Jeongukk is top, and Yoongi is bottom, ya know cause jeongukk is a
     muscle pig.
     Also please forgive any mistakes I make, English isn’t my first
     langauage
     Other than that, enjoy I guess :D
***** Day one *****
Chapter Summary
     Welcome, I guess to this fanfic ~
     First off I just wanna clear a few things up:
     Yes this is nicest themed, it’s not actual incest, they’re step
     brothers, but I do know some people are sesetibe to that topic, which
     I do understand, I’ve had my own experiences with it, so I’m just
     saying please don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with that :)
     Also, this is an AU so Yoongi will be younger than Jeongukk, which
     actually really bugs me but I sorta needed it for the story line, so
     sorry bout that
     This is gonna be quite a long fix, and drawn out a bit, and there
     won’t be smut scenes till later on ~
     Please bare in mind that this is my first time writing a proper
     fanfic and I’ve never written smut if any kind before, and also
     English isn’t my first lanaguage so please forgive any mistakes I
     make ~
     This is top!jk and bottom!yg, ya know cause Jeongukk is a muscle pig
     Other than that, enjoy :D
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
6th March ~
Well today was the day. Yoongi let out a shaky sigh of anxiety as he got
dressed, or maybe he was just cold. Either way, he was definitely nervous.
Today was the day his new step father and step brother were coming over, he was
going to meet them for the first time.
He was really happy for his mother, finding love with another man after his
father got arrested.
Yeah, domestic violence. Yoongi didn’t know whether his mother would ever re
marry, but it was a few weeks ago that she had sat him down and told him that
she’d met someone, and fallen for him, ever so quickly. And now they were going
to get married. Not for a while, nothing was rushed, and Yoongi was still yet
to meet his new father and brother, they lived far away I’m Busan, while Yoongi
and his mother were based in Daegu
The thought of a new family seemed so strange to Yoongi, he was only a young
boy of 15 and had already experienced so much, too much, and now he’s meeting a
new family. He wasn’t ideal about it, but for the sake of his mothers
happiness, which meant the most to him, he just bit his lip and decided to be
polite and keep to himself.
‘Yoongi!’ He heard his mothers call ‘they’re here, come downstairs’
Yoongi gave one last sigh and walked down the stairs of the substantial house
he shared with his mother, up until now.
He reached the bottom and saw his mother, to whom he pulled into embrace,
despite his age he was already a similar height to her, though he was short, so
was she.
‘You okay?’ She giggled, pressing her lips into his white blonde hair and
hugging him back.
‘Yeah I’m fine, I just..don’t want you to get hurt’
It all seemed so rushed, Yoongi thought, he could still remember his father,
who was arrested 3 years ago. He remembered the lingering smell of alcohol and
cigarette smoke around him, he remembered the sounds of his mothers cries and
her weak body hitting the floor every night, he remembered the feeling of a
fist hitting his body almost every day.
And now here she was, his mother, smiling, a glow in her skin, reassuring him
that everything was going to be fine and this new man was nothing like Yoongi’s
father, so long since he had seen her smile so much, and he couldn’t be happier
himself to see it. But there was still doubt, she had only known this man, Jeon
Dae-Suk, for several months, and he was concerned that she was jumping in too
soon, what if he hurts her?
Yoongi wasn’t sure whether he was just being over protective, his mother always
used to come to him for comfort, tell him that without him she wouldn’t be
here, that he saved her. He had loved being able to be there for her, just like
she had been for him his whole life. Would Dae-Suk take that away? Yoongi had
so many questions about him, he was so, so curious.
The doorbell rang and he and his mother broke apart, and she rushed to answer
it. He noticed she was wearing her favourite dress, a black cocktail dress that
flared out slightly, she had always loved it. It had been a gift from Yoongi’s
uncle. She was wearing heels too, and Yoongi began to think he had underdressed
for this dinner. He was just wearing his usual: black skinny jeans, black t
shirt, white hoodie and white trainers. But he didn’t really care about what he
was wearing, so he didn’t sweat it.
When his mother opened the door, he saw a middle aged man in a formal-casual
white shirt and blazer, and a very wide smile.
‘Ji Su!’ He exclaimed, pulling Yoongi’s mother into a tight hug, she beamed
when she saw him, and he seemed equally as happy. Yoongi seemed him
presentable, his aura seemed positive and Yoongi was yet to get a bad vibe from
him.
He stood, watching their embrace, when his mother broke away and tunrned to
him. ‘Dae-suk, this is Yoongi, my son.’
She had a nervous grin on her face as she gestured for me to say something.
Yoongi bowed and said Hello, with a polite smile. ‘Yoongi..your mother has told
me lots about you’ he said, with a smile, his moustache tweaking up.
‘Likewise’ Yoongi replies with a smile. There was a lot of smiling involved in
this conversation, which sort of tired Yoongi, he wasn’t a very smiley person.
‘All good things I hope?’
‘You bet, she seems infatuated’ this comment got him a sharp embarrass look
from his mother, but Dae-suk only laughed, ‘well that’s just great then! Good
to meet you Yoongi’, then before he could reply, Yoongi had been pulled into a
quick hug, which he barley had time to return as he was so surprised.
‘Well, should we make our way into the dining room? I made Gimbap!’ Piped up
Yoongi’s mother, and Dae-suk followed her to the next room, and Yoongi stayed
where he was, just to catch his breath for a few seconds. He wasn’t expecting
such an informal meeting, like, at all. He expected a greeting and a handshake,
but either way he was pleased that Dae-suk was so sociable, it was just what
his mother needed, some laughter.
Yoongi smiles to himself, he knew he was going to enjoy this dinner with the
reassurance that his mother seemed happy, for now.
He was about to go into the next room, when he bumped into something, or rather
someone. He gave a small ‘oof’ as he was nearly knocked off his feet, he fell
back a bit but who ever he bumped into caught him and help him up to prevent
him landing on his ass.
Once Yoongi has recovered, he swayed a bit and said ‘shit are you made of
bricks?’ after registering how much he had hurt his arm bumping into this
someone.
‘Wait who are you?’
‘Aren’t you too young to swear?’
‘I asked who you were’ Yoongi replied, uninterested
‘Jeongukk idiot, Dae-suk’s son’ came his reply
‘Wow, Sherlock over here’
‘But you asked-‘
‘Yeah, I know’
Jeongukk just looked confused, and Yoongi was trying to hide the fact that he
had been so occupied with Dae-suk that he had forgotten about his ‘brothers’
existence and hadnt even noticed him in the doorway the entire time, so he just
raised an eyebrow.
‘Well someone’s a bit..ratty’
‘Hey! no im not.’
‘Whatever kid’ said Jeongukk, he chuckled and walked off.
‘Come on, I’m not a kid, I’m 15’
‘Yeah and I’m 19, so to me, you’re a kid’
Yoongi huffed and walked into the dining room, slightly more flustered than he
was before, so much that his mother asked him if he was hot and put a hand on
his forehead, which made Jeongukk crack up laughing. Yoongi wasn’t sure he
liked how obnoxious Jeongukk was, and he had only know him 2 minutes, how was
he to stand living with him? But of course Yoongi had to remind himself to wait
to get to know him, the same with his father. So he calmed himself down and
took a seat next to Jeongukk, opposite his mother.
Yoongi spent the majority of the dinner picking at his food and making small
talk with Dae-suk and his mother, mostly about his studies. Dae-suk seemed to
be very interested in Yoongi’s passion for music, and told him about his
friends son, who was older than Yoongi and who worked in the business. He was
called Namjoon, sounded like a chill guy.
He didn’t talk to Jeongukk, but Jeongukk made a lot of small talk with Yoongi’s
mother, and seemed to be enjoying getting to know each other, they had met
before and seemed to be slightly more familiar with each other.
Yoongi knew there was to be a time where he embarrassed himself at the table,
which he did, of course. He didn’t feel hungry so he was mindlessly messing
with his chopsticks, when he dropped one on the floor and nearly jumped out of
his skin. He went red and bent to pick it up, but Jeongukk stopped him and said
‘I’ll get it’ and didn’t hiesitate to put his hand on Yoongi’s inner thigh,
which confused Yoongi more than anything, but didn’t stop him from standing on
Jeongukk’s hand, making him jump and bang his head on the table.
‘What was that for?’ Jeongukk asked, rubbing his head.
‘Nothing’ replied Yoongi, inching further away from Jeongukk, still unsure to
whether he liked him. Right now he was leaning more to the hatred side of
things. Jeongukk noticed the small gesture and raised his eyebrows. ‘Fine, I
won’t lay a finger on you then’ he chuckled, embarrassing Yoongi even further.
He knew that something as small as the ‘hand on thigh’ gesture was nothing to a
straight guy, but Yoongi wasn’t straight, so he found it weird. That’s all.
Dinner finished pretty soon after that and Yoongi excused himself to go up to
his room, where he decided to study as he had some exams coming up and needed
to focus on something other than what was going on downstairs. About ten
minutes in there was a knock on his door, he grunted as a sign that they could
come in, and to Yoongi’s surprise, Jeongukk stepped in.
‘Oh, hey’ said Yoongi.
‘Hey, we’re leaving soon and our parents wanted to talk or something so they
said to come and find you so we could ‘bond’
‘Well ok but I’m studying’ Yoongi said ‘but if you’re quiet you can stay’
‘How nice of you’ jeongukk replied, sitting himself on the bed, which was just
next to the desk.
Less than a minute piped up before Jeongukk was talking.
‘Whatcha doing?’
Yoongi let out a long sigh before replying ‘science stuff’.
‘Need me to help? I’m really good at science, I got an A’
‘Oh, it’s fine thanks. I’ll manage.’
‘Sure? You seem to be struggling with the circulatory system or whatever it is
you’re doing’ Jeongukk pried.
‘Yeah but I can still manage, just cause you got an A doesn’t mean you’re fit
to teach me’
‘Doesn’t mean I can’t help, move’
Yoongi sighed and stood up, Jeongukk sat in his chair and dragged Yoongi into
his lap, placing an arm around his waist to stop him falling. For a reason that
Yoongi couldn’t place, he got flustered and nervous, the hell was this dude
doing? Yoongi barley even knew him.
‘Uh, dude what are you doing?’ He questioned
‘Oh I wasn’t aware you kept spare chairs in your ass, where else we gonna sit?’
‘Well I mean we could just put my stuff on my bed if you really wanna help-‘
‘No, that requires effort, something I don’t have very much of.’
‘Jeongukk, your dad told me you’re a dance major, how can you not have effort?’
‘Whatever kid, now let me teach you science’
An hour passed before Yoongi’s mother knocked on the door and told Jeongukk
that his father said it was time to leave. Yoongi hasn’t realised the time, and
had been sort of enjoying sitting on Jeongukks lap, even if it did get
uncomfortable after a while, it was warm and the way Jeongukk kept a firm grip
on his hip felt..nice? Reassuring?
But then he had to go, which Yoongi didn’t really care about, he could get on
with his studying in peace. As much as Jeongukk was good at science, he was
terrible at teaching it.
Before he left, Jeongukk gave him a ‘later kid’ and winked at him, which really
irritated Yoongi. He seemed very full of him self, and why the hell would you
so flirty at someone who was supposed to your brother? It didn’t make sense,
and it pissed Yoongi off and made him uncomfortable. By the time he went to
bed, he was emotionally drained, and stressed out entirely, so there was
nothing from keeping him falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Chapter End Notes
     So that was the first chapter, I feel like it went way to fast, so
     I’m gonna try and slow it down and add in more detail in the next
     one, thanks for reading ~*•
***** Moving in *****
Chapter Summary
     Thankyou all so much for reading, subscribing and sending kudos, it
     really inspires me! Can’t believe I got 544 hits already, that’s
     insane! And Thankyou for all the lovely comment, they made my day
     <333
     This chapter is where Jeongukk moves in with his dad, and speaks to
     Yoongi again, and there will also be details about Yoongi’s life.
     Like his background, school and friends etc. Not as much on Jeongukk
     as that’s for another chapter ;)
     Enjoy :D
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Monday, March 11 2018
There he was again, looming, tall and intimidating. The smell of stale alcohol
apparent, wafting around him. He staggered, he fell, he slurred as he got
closer. Too close for comfort, so close it was intimidating, this giant of a
man that seemed to hold so much power over Yoongi.
His ear was grabbed, he heard shouting, inaudible words due to the state he was
in. Only few words were heard, mean ones. Cunt, fag, disappointment.
Yoongi was shoved out of the way, he heard his mother screaming, felt her
holding him safely behind her back, his small frame hunched over in trembling
fear. He heard more screaming from his father, he couldn’t see, his eyes blurry
with tears, everything such a confusion. All he could do was listen, listen to
the sound of a fist to a head, the sound of his mothers frail body collapsing
to the floor in a sobbing heap, the sound of a belt buckle being slashed
against porcelain, fragile skin again, and again, and again...
And then he was awake, the sound of his alarm clock startling him. He was
sweating and panting, body aching from writhering around so much. Yoongi was
almost crying. It had seemed so real, like he was there all over again, like he
had to relive it, knowing that he could of protected his mother from his
fathers brutality but didn’t, just watched in fear. Memories like this still
haunted him, still hurt him, it was like every time he had this frequent
nightmare, he could feel the welts on his back from the belt swelling again,
hurting again.
He checked his phone, 6:47am, Monday morning. He groaned, he hated Monday’s as
he didn’t want to leave his bed, but all he could do was drag himself up and
thank god that spring was fast approaching. At least he had a distraction from
his nightmares.
He got ready at his own pace, making sure he ate and that his hair looked
decent. Packing his books up and grabbing his headphones. By 7:28, he had left
for school.
He arrived at 8:09, the walk didn’t usually take this long, but Yoongi had a
lot of stuff in his mind. He was still shook up from the memories of his
father, and he was still stressed about how he felt about Jeongukk, it was like
there was something about him that Yoongi just couldn’t place, what was it? And
of course the move was coming up soon, the whole house was going to be full of
boxes whilst Dae-suk and Jeongukk settled in, which was going to be even
weirder, having two more guys in the house. So yeah, Yoongi was sort of
stressed and wanted to take his time for a bit of peace from his mind.
But of course, that was ruined when he walked into the school building. He was
immediately tackled by his friend Taehyung, who seemed slightly more bouncy
than usual, which was quite surprising as he was the most hyper kid Yoongi had
come to know.
‘You’re 11 minutes later than usual, I thought you weren’t coming in’ Taehyung
informed
‘Uh yeah, I just wanted to take my time today alright?’
‘Ohh, you’re stressed cause your mom got a new boyfriend and he’s moving in?’
‘Yeah actually, it’s weird. And I’ve got a new brother apparently, who’s a bit
of a dick.’ Yoongi sighed, and lent into the hug that Taehyung offered.
‘Aw, don’t be sad, Tae Tae make it better with hugs’
‘Cheers Tae’ Yoongi laughed, relaxing a bit before finally breaking away.
‘Yeah that sounds pretty bad, I’m sure you’ll get used to them being around
eventually, as long as it makes your mother happy. As for this ‘brother’ try
cooperating with him more, maybe you’ll learn to like him. You’ve only just met
him right?’ Chimes in Seokjin, the eldest of Yoongi’s friends, mother to all
and in his final year of high school.
‘Thanks O Wise One, I shall bare this in mind’
‘No need to be sarcastic you little shit’ Seokjin ruffled his hair and rolled
his eyes.
Yoongi started to relax even more when he saw Jimin approach, his long time
friend since first grade, Yoongi could get through the day with his friends
support right? He just had to get his head down and work hard, ignore
everything to do with home and wait to figure it out later.
Yoongi did just that, and got through his 4th period Science test with ease. It
made him think of Jeongukk, if he hadn’t if helped him, Yoongi would probably
have gotten a much lower score..he came to the conclusion that he was greatful
and would have to thank Jeongukk later.
Overall, Yoongi got through the day relatively okay. He was beyond tired by the
time 3pm rolled round, and pushed himself to practically run home just so he
could have a nap, being 15 was stressful. He almost collapsed when he walked
through the front door, panting and out of breath. But hey, his bed was right
upstairs, he could make it.
But nope, Yoongi had appeared to forget that Dae-suk and Jeongukk were probably
already here, and the appearance of hundreds of brown boxes suggested that they
were. Yoongi walked down the hall and through to the kitchen, where he saw Dae-
suk and Jeongukk hauling boxes to and fro. His mother was making iced tea and
when he walked in she embraced him and gave him a ‘it’s great to see you, was
your day okay?’ talk, which Yoongi thoroughly enjoyed.
‘Hey Yoongi’ piped up Dae-suk, Jeongukk just winked at Yoongi without saying
anything. He ignored him and greeted Dae-suk with a smile. ‘I forgot you guys
were moving in today. Need any help?’
‘That’s alright Yoongi, you look tired. We’ll manage’ replied Dae-suk
‘Oh don’t be silly, of course he can help. Yoongi start taking these boxes into
your room please’
His mother said, thrusting a box with Jeongukks name on it at him. The hell?
‘Why are these going in my room?’ Yoongi questioned, panicking slightly.
‘What? Oh god I didn’t tell you. Dae-suk needs the spare room for a study, you
know how important his job is, so Jeongukk will be staying with you.’
Yoongi just stared at her in disbelief. She couldn’t be serious could she? He
had to stare a room with this...idiot? Jeongukk started laughing at the look
Yoongi’s face but he couldn’t care less. He was in shock.
Dae-suk glared at his son, motioning for him to stop as Yoongi obviously wasn’t
happy about it.
‘Can’t you just put a desk in your room or something?’ Yoongi hopelessly
questioned.
‘No Yoongi! Your stepfather needs space for his work’ his mother persisted.
Yoongi sighed, excepting his fate, if there was one thing he knew about his
mother, it was not to argue with her.
‘I’m really sorry Yoongi, we wouldn’t do this if it wasn’t necessary, Jeongukk
won’t take up too much space and will respect your rules. And you keep your
space clean yeah?’ Dae-suk said apologetically, and then directing his speech
to Jeongukk who held his hands up defensively and said ‘hey, I’m the least
messiest guy in Korea’
Yoongi rolled his eyes.
‘Well I’m sure you’ll get on fine boys, and you’ll get used to it hun’ Yoongi’s
mother said, pinching his cheek.
Yoongi began taking Jeongukks stuff upstairs with him and when they reached
Yoongi’s room, he turned to Jeongukk.
‘Did you know about this?’
‘No, I just assumed I was gonna have the spare room. Sorry dude’
‘Yeah well it is what it is, I’ll be making rules though okay?’
‘Sure, hit me’ Jeongukk chuckled.
‘Right, absolutely no mess, no rubbish, no dirty clothes on the floor, your bed
must always be made. I hate mess and I’ll freak out if you’re not clean’
‘Wow, okay’
‘Yeah, and no being really loud or anything, especially when I’m studying or
composing music.’
When Yoongi was doing his favourite hobby, making music, he needed peace and
quiet.
‘Okay that’s understandable, I’m pretty sure I snore though’
‘That’s fine, I listen to music when I sleep’
‘You’re really into this whole music thing aren’t you?’
‘Yeah, aren’t you?’
‘Of course, I just focus more on the dancing thing. I’m a dance major’
‘Oh? That’s actually really cool’
‘I know’ Jeongukk smiled.
‘Anyway, you obviously work out a lot, so you can have the honours of moving
the furniture, I’m not very strong’
‘So you like my muscles, kid?’
‘Shut up and move the fucking desk’
This was going to be a long week...
Chapter End Notes
     So that was the second chapter, sorry for not having it up sooner, I
     didn’t have WiFi for a few days because I was visiting family and my
     grandma doesn’t have WiFi :)
     Hope you all enjoyed!
     Roza, ~*•
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 white hound, Kevin could convince himself
that it was something satisfying.
Throwing back his head as he was overcome by smoldering euphoria, Krypto bayed
a wild howl through the compressed air, as his seed emptied itself into the
sheath of Kevin with a heated twitch. Kevin, meanwhile, bit hard on his bottom
lip until he could taste the blood trickling down the back of his throat; and
unable to bear the gunshot rush of Krypto's body fluid within his intestines,
he cried out in a collage of terrible pain and unmatched pleasure. It was
intoxicating to the boy, like a sensual venom bleeding into his veins. He could
feel the dog's organ losing its steel strength and becoming limp inside of him;
and as Krypto pulled himself back Kevin's skin squirmed with the flood of
canine juices flowing freely out of his sore anus, to stain the sheets of the
bed.
Kevin's muscles fell stiff and he collapsed with a weary puff, all the energy
in his body having been spent. His face was buried flatly into the bed, and the
boy had to take a few breaths before he collect himself enough to face Krypto.
The dog was sprawled out without care on the majority of the bed, his chest
heaving as he was thoroughly drained, eyes closed.
A heavily grinning chuckle creeped up and out the corner's of Kevin's panting
mouth. He sat up in bed, naked skin sweaty and sleak. The large amount of semen
now soaking his sheets posed a difficult problem. So stripping the bed, he
fetched the spare bedsheets from the closet, tossing the soiled ones into the
wash and figuring he could come up with a good enough excuse in the morning; a
pizza mishap, that was it, and wasn't entirely untrue either.
In the bathroom Kevin rubbed off the hardening goop on his perspired skin with
a soft sponge, washing away any crust or fur from his and Krypto's throw of
passion. Then, changing happily into his pajamas, the boy laid down beside his
slumbering white mutt. Wrapping an arm around his best friend, Kevin could fall
asleep soundly, knowing he'd exhausted the world's greatest superdog.
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