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So much for keeping his mouth occupied. Jungkook's jaw falls slack immediately when the heat of Yoongi's mouth surrounds him, a soft gasp slipping between his teeth as he throws a hand back, carefully pressing the palm flat against the stall wall to brace himself. Having Yoongi's mouth on him is nothing new — they've done this countless times, perhaps even hundreds by now — but the surroundings, the context feels sharply different, the noise surrounding them heightening Jungkook's awareness and sharpening his senses. Jungkook bites down sharply on his lower lip for the first few seconds, breathing heavily as he wills himself to calm.

Fuck, he mouths, blinking once he trusts himself to keep silent, gaze slowly turning down and settling on Yoongi's face, already flushed, lips sliding along the length of his cock. The sight alone is enough to make Jungkook harden further still, breath catching as he weaves his fingers through Yoongi's hair, watching the way dark lashes fan over pale skin.

It takes Yoongi a little while to acclimate. Fellatio is nothing new now, but he's unaccustomed to the sound of anyone else around them. What's kept them quiet in the past has always been possibility — the off-chance they might get caught. Right now, it's a hell of a lot more immediate.

But Jungkook relaxes a little and looks down at him, and all Yoongi wants is to make him feel good, to make him happy. This might not be required for that, but it sure as hell can't hurt. Head bobbing steadily, he hums quietly, sighing as his hands slide back to cup Jungkook's ass. He works his tongue along the length of him, trying to keep the pressure as steady and tight as he can, his eyes falling shut again. In the middle of something so strange and new, the familiar taste of Jungkook on his tongue is surprisingly comforting.

Jungkook isn't sure how Yoongi manages to remain so calm, expression even as the press of his tongue and lips. For his part, Jungkook feels like he's on the cusp of falling apart, panting lightly and one hand still gripping the wall of the stall, the other weaving through Yoongi's hair, the grasp of his fingers tight but undemanding. It's hard to imagine that passersby wouldn't hear if anyone decided to pay closer attention — Jungkook feels the breath heavy through his teeth, hears the slick slide of Yoongi's lips over his cock, the low thrum of his voice.

Fuck, he mouths, head tilting back until he's able to rest it against the the stall, eyes briefly trained on the ceiling. He can feel his thighs tensing, his whole body tightening as Yoongi brings him closer to the edge, and he tugs lightly on Yoongi's hair in warning. With the sounds of strangers filtering all around them, Jungkook's heart races; he's not sure he'll be able to last much longer.

The tell-tale signs are there, and Yoongi knows that Jungkook is there, perched right on the edge. It only encourages him to push harder, taking Jungkook as deep as he can, struggling not to moan. If they call attention to themselves, this tips over from excitingly dangerous to actual trouble. It's hard, though, when Jungkook is hot and heavy against his tongue, when Yoongi knows that he's the reason Jungkook is so close, the reason he's clearly struggling to hold in any sound.

He kneads gently at Jungkook's ass, encouraging, his eyes falling shut again as he savors the taste and the thrill. Come for me, he thinks, looking up again as if he could convey that plea with his gaze alone. Even from this angle, Jungkook is beautiful, a soft sheen of sweat on his skin, cheeks flushed. Yoongi never gets enough of this.

On any other occasion, Jungkook might feel embarrassed about how quickly he's about to come, but this time he thinks he can probably be forgiven for it — when simply sucking Yoongi off in this bathroom got him so close, when their surroundings only serve to further set his nerves alight. His lips are parted, jaw slightly slack as he glances down at Yoongi, just in time to watch the elder's gaze rise and meet his own. There's so much in a gaze, Jungkook thinks, and it seems almost selfish that this view will only ever be his. That no one else will ever get to see Yoongi like this, utterly devoted, skin flushed and almost aglow in the soft light.

Min-ah, Jungkook mouths, the edge of Yoongi's name a soft whine on his breath as he buckles forward, feeling himself come against the soft heat of Yoongi's tongue. He gasps sharply, one hand in Yoongi's hair and the other dropping to his shoulder as Jungkook leans forward, wave after wave of the orgasm cresting over him until he finally slumps against the wall, thighs trembling with the effort to keep himself upright.

How anyone can be so beautiful, Yoongi doesn't know. Jungkook's expression contorts as he comes, and there's a sense of pride that floods through Yoongi, a pleasure of his own. He swallows what he can, pulling back slowly to lick his lips and wipe the back of his hand against his chin, gaze never leaving Jungkook. They should get out of here, but he wants to give him a minute or two to recover first.

Standing carefully, he taps his foot against the ground, trying to rid it of pins and needles as he pulls Jungkook close, arms wrapping around his waist as Yoongi presses a kiss to his cheek. He wants so much to say how he loves him, but he resists, just for now, still doing his best to stay quiet.

Jungkook pulls in a shuddering breath as Yoongi rises to his feet, relaxing into the embrace, riding through the aftershocks as he buries his nose against Yoongi's neck. Coming down from the high can almost be as enjoyable as the act itself, in these moments when Jungkook can feel the way Yoongi cherishes him, his touch tender and protective all at once. In so many other aspects of life, Jungkook feels the pressure to be stronger — but in this, with Yoongi, sometimes there's little better than ceding that strength.

Speaking probably isn't the wisest choice, but still Jungkook breathes lightly against the shell of Yoongi's ear. "Love you," he murmurs, finally pushing off from the stall wall and nearly laughing as he works on clumsily pulling up his pants, trying his best not to draw away from Yoongi's embrace in the process. He shifts just slightly, nuzzling against Yoongi's ear, then his cheek, until his lips are able to seek out Yoongi's, tongue sweeping gently along the line of his mouth. "So much."

As much as Yoongi knows they should go, he doesn't see any harm in lingering just a little longer, letting the both of them steady themselves. He leans into the kiss, a hand raising to cup Jungkook's cheek, lips parting for him as he does. The moments after are some of his favorites, a period of quiet adoration when they can't help getting wrapped up in each other. Even here, everything else seems to melt away, the chatter and footsteps and running water fading into the background. None of it matters. Whatever frisson of danger their location provides, Yoongi still finds himself feeling utterly safe.

"Love you," he whispers as he finally pulls back. "We should..." He nods toward the door, visibly reluctant. As much as he's sure he'll enjoy the aquarium once they're actually looking at the animals on display, he'd rather just hold Jungkook, reveling in the warmth and certainty of their bodies pressed against each other.

There's a part of Jungkook that's tempted to push their luck just a touch more, to linger in the bathroom longer so that they can revel in each other's company, lingering in their embrace in the way that they usually do. But better sense tells Jungkook that they've probably pushed their luck far enough as it is, and there's no way of knowing whether or not the aquarium might suddenly become more crowded, families streaming in after the lunch rush and taking up more of the stalls. So he sighs, cupping both of Yoongi's cheeks briefly, reluctantly pulling himself away afterwards and running his fingers through his hair.

How's my hair? he mouths, arching a brow at Yoongi as he steps back far enough to hook his shoe on the toilet's handle and flushes. He nods at the stall door, indicating that Yoongi should probably leave first, with his complexion having recovered a little more. (Or so Jungkook assumes. He doesn't have a mirror to glance in, but he's pretty sure that his cheeks are still on fire.)

Yoongi's tempted to ruffle Jungkook's hair when he reaches out. Instead, he smooths it back into place, ducking forward to kiss his cheek quickly. It's hardly the most romantic of moments, and yet it's one Yoongi knows he's going to remember for a long time, that he'll look back and remember Jungkook like this, loose-limbed and smiling, longing and goofy all at once.

Unlatching the door, he steps out quickly, pulling it shut behind him. It's one thing at school when the room is usually clear once they part, but here, with other people around, he has to remind himself to act naturally and not to look back and see if Jungkook has followed yet. Luckily, everyone else seems focused on their own business, several of the other men distracted by children. He steps over to the sink, washing his hands and taking a moment to rinse his face as well. His hair could use some attention, he's pretty sure, but running a hand through it is all he can do for now.

All the previous times they've had sex, there's been space and time to recuperate. Jungkook's grown accustomed to luxuriating in the afterglow, often letting himself be lulled to sleep in the protection of Yoongi's arms. Right now, there's none of that, and Jungkook nearly laughs to himself as he leans against the stall wall again, breathing through the buzzing sensation that lies barely under his skin. He rubs at the back of his neck, waiting for a while longer before flushing the toilet again and emerging.

Tempted though he is to take the sink next to Yoongi's, Jungkook heads instead for the other end of the row, smiling at his own reflection in the mirror. To him, the swell of his lips is obvious, but to anyone else, Jungkook thinks he looks relatively tame. Maybe a little warm, given the temperature outside.

He washes his hands, then leans down to splash his face, just in case, using some of the residual dampness to smooth through his hair. If anyone noticed the both of them, no one's acting on it or confronting them, and Jungkook can't help the amused grin that settles on his lips.

Yoongi finds his gaze drifting down the line of mirrors to Jungkook and he has to step back quickly, ducking his head. No one seems to have noticed or cared, but if he can't keep his eyes off his boyfriend, he might still give them away.

Still, as he steps past on the way to the door, he lets his hand brush briefly against Jungkook's, glancing back at him as he goes. There's a frisson of electricity, a sense of daring and invulnerability. He feels untouchable. No one's going to say anything. No one saw them. It is without a doubt the boldest thing Yoongi's ever done and more of a risk, but they did it and, on the other side of it, he feels at once satisfied and giddy, waiting impatiently for Jungkook to join him, though it can't be more than a few moments before he emerges.

"Alright," he says, offering his hand. "Let's go look at some fish."

Maybe it's a good thing after all that Yoongi insisted on returning the favor, Jungkook thinks, because at any other time, the look from his eyes alone would have been enough to drive Jungkook wild. As it is, he shivers when Yoongi's hand brushes against his own, then laughs at his own reflection in the mirror, silence finally broken. He catches the gaze of a person or two on the way out, some of them no doubt suspicious to see someone of his age snickering so delightedly, and quickly clutches at Yoongi's hand once he's caught up.

"Hopefully the fish won't be a let-down after. That," Jungkook says, grinning from cheek to cheek as he swings their arms between them with childish excitement. He can't imagine any aquatic life holding his attention half as well now that his mind is still stuck on the way Yoongi looked in the stall, the way his fingers felt in Jungkook's hair.

Then again, the young children running around help to adjust the mood, Jungkook's gaze catching on a little girl whose shirt is completely decked out in cartoon sharks.

Yoongi ducks his head, stifling a laugh. "Not sure anything is as good as that," he teases, "but I'm sure the fish will try their best." Most of the other people here seem to be parents and children, not many others their age wandering around, and Yoongi wonders if they'll stand out. Probably not, he decides. Everyone else is too engaged in the displays or in minding their wandering children.

He leads the way toward the nearest display, where little kids press up against the glass so close it begins to fog with their breath, excited to see the jewel-toned fish swimming past. "See, they're very pretty," he says, lips twisting into a smirk as he glances over at Jungkook. Fish don't come anywhere close to holding Yoongi's attention the way he does.

Jungkook snorts, coughing a second later so that he doesn't come across as too rude to the parents sticking close to their children. He's always loved Yoongi's wry tone, his blasé attitude that shows in the curve of his lips. They've known each other long enough now that Jungkook understands that underneath the surface is someone who cares, and often more deeply than the rest of the group. Still the outward appearance has an undeniable appeal to Jungkook, who feels more often than not like he cares too much.

"Yes, they're very pretty," Jungkook parrots back with a slight raise of his chin, though he inevitably finds himself staring at the fish not long later. It's not uncommon for Jungkook to come across a small fish tank in someone's house, whether at a relative's or sometimes at seafood restaurants, and they've never been very exciting to him in that context. But what he tends to forget about aquariums is how much of an overall shift in ambiance they entail. The halls are dark, flecks of light bouncing off the walls, and it feels almost like stepping into another world.

(The shrieks of the children break the spell just a little.)

"Do they like... have to really carefully plan out the tanks, you think? To keep fish from eating each other?" Jungkook wonders aloud, stepping close to the glass.

Yoongi glances away to examine the signs pointing to different exhibits, curious what else might be hiding in the aquarium. He's not in any rush now, content just to drift between displays and see what's there, but they'll have to pick a direction to drift in.

"Definitely," he agrees. "Different fish like different environments, too, so there's that, but mostly I don't think they'd want fish eating each other in front of the kids." His voice drops lower as he speaks, not wanting any of the children gathered around to hear. Admittedly, a couple of the kids would probably find it fascinating instead of upsetting. Kids are weird like that sometimes. Still, better not to earn the wrath of any parents. "Looks like they have a whole shark area too."

"...gotta wonder how you start a conversation like that with the kids. Because they'll have to know eventually, right? Plus stuff like nature documentaries," Jungkook muses to himself. While they're a long way out from being capable of supporting kids, the fact that both of them have expressed interest in parenting has lingered in the back of Jungkook's mind, piquing his interest in moments like these. "I guess you could do it like in The Lion King, where you explain it's all one big circle... bigger fish eats smaller fish, but eventually big fish die and feed. Uh. I don't know what the equivalent of grass is, underwater. Seaweed?"

Shaking his head before he gets too lost in the topic, Jungkook glances over to where Yoongi's investigating the signage, perking up when he sees the shark exhibit. "Ah, sharks! We should go see those." He tugs on Yoongi's hand, guiding him away from the most crowded part of the path. Under his breath, Jungkook starts to sing as he walks.

"Baby shark, doo doo doo-doo doo-doo..."

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Yoongi lets out a sound that's as much groan as laugh, head tipping back in feigned exasperation. "Now it'll never leave my head," he says, putting up no protest as he follows Jungkook in the direction of the sharks. Still, he finds himself considering Jungkook's question. How do people explain to kids that fish eat other fish? Kids are so strange sometimes, maybe they just accept it. At least they have plenty of time before they have to figure out how to do that themselves.

Even if the idea of it still warms him. Someday, he thinks. Someday it'll be their turn.

"I think it's seaweed, yeah. Or kelp. Coral?" he muses, glancing at the displays as they pass, all the brightly colored fish flashing past. "All of the above."

"Mama shark, doo doo doo-doo doo-doo," Jungkook continues singing, bumping his hip against Yoongi as they walk, which might be more than a little obnoxious, but Jungkook finds that he doesn't mind. It isn't long before one of the kids nearest them picks up on the melody and follows along, her arms outstretched over her head, miming the image of a shark fin over her head.

Tempted though Jungkook is to break off and dance with her, he settles for making a face at her instead, puffing up his cheeks for the papa shark portion of the song and stamping his feet with a little more conviction. It sends her squealing and running off.

"Mm?" Jungkook mumbles, standing upright again and doing his best to recall the conversation. "Kelp — ah! Yeah, kelp. I guess coral works too. But then, you have to get into like, well all the coral in the world is starting to die because the planet's getting too hot, and that's — man, I don't know how you'd explain that to a kid."

It is, Yoongi thinks, quite possibly the cutest thing he's seen in his life. No matter how annoying the song is, watching Jungkook with the little girl, seeing how wrapped up he gets in engaging with her, leaves Yoongi smiling fondly.

Someday. Jungkook is so much better with kids than he realizes and, even if he knows they're young to be thinking about this, Yoongi wants so badly to see him with a child of their own.

"Well, maybe all the coral will be dead by the time it's our turn," he says wryly, taking Jungkook's hand between both of his, "and we can just explain we screwed up the whole planet for them. Which is... not any easier. Think we can get away with leaving it at the circle of life?"

Jungkook squeezes his eyes shut with a heavy sigh. It is, admittedly, a little harder to get completely wrapped up in the matter of coral reefs when they're not exactly in a position to do anything about it — Jungkook himself isn't even old enough to vote and try and sway the government in the direction of helping. But even the surface-level understanding is enough for Jungkook to lament. He doesn't doubt that the years have been growing progressively more extreme in weather, and it seems like a shame that there are so many parts of nature that are dying off, likely to vanish before they even have enough money to visit.

"Hey, hey," he says with a wrinkle of his nose. "Give us some credit; it's our parents who have probably done more of the damage. It's not exactly like we're running the show right now." Jungkook shakes his head, eyes fluttering a bit at the thought. "Wouldn't it be terrible if our childhood films literally need to be tweaked for the next generation? Guess we'll have to hope that they'll have something nicer to think about, like landing on Mars or something."

In an environment like this, lovely and dimly lit, surrounded by so many beautiful and strange creatures, it's a shame to think of how much the world is changing, the environments they come from disappearing. "Okay," Yoongi agrees, "we'll explain their grandparents screwed everything up."

It doesn't seem fair, he thinks. People older than them had time to see the way the world is falling apart and they've just left the mess for the next generation. Like it isn't bad enough that all of them have been fucked up by their parents in one way or another, they had to fuck up the world, too.

His attention is caught by another fish, brow arching as he looks into the tank as it swims pass, long and bulky and less colorful than some of its companions. "Okay, that thing is huge. Do you think it eats people?"

Even though they've been talking about the next generation from the start, there's still something about hearing his parents' generation be referred to as grandparents that throws Jungkook into immediate giggles. Grandparents seems to imply a time when the current adult generation's hold on society will have passed, when they shift into taking a backseat, when they have more time to focus on smaller joys, like their grandchildren.

Jungkook can't help but long for that time. Adulthood will probably mean a loss of certain freedoms, Jungkook knows. It'll be stressful to suddenly be responsible for the direction of his life, to be the one wholly culpable if any decisions are made poorly. But Jungkook can't help but think that it'll be better than where they are now, carefully pressured underneath their parents' thumbs.

He doesn't dwell on the thought for too long, attention quickly pulled to the tank when Yoongi points out a large fish, its shadow flickering over the floor as it swims around in the tank.

"Wow..." Jungkook marvels, eyes wide as he presses himself right up against the glass. "It probably could? Unless it doesn't have teeth. It can definitely at least kill a person. Man, the ocean's cool."

There are times when, for no particular reason at all, all Yoongi wants to do is wrap Jungkook up in his arms and hold him. It might be as much knowing that he can't as it is anything else, but he longs to slip his arms around Jungkook's waist and rest his chin on his shoulder as they gaze into the tank together. Someday, he thinks. When things have changed enough that they can have kids, they'll have changed enough that he can hold his boyfriend — his husband then probably — without people commenting or staring or anything else. For now, he stands close, holding his hand.

"So cool," he agrees. The tank is dense with kelp and other, smaller fish dart around, but the big fish keeps his attention. It's the kind that clearly tries to blend in with its ocean floor, but its size makes that impossible. Fish must have terrible eyesight. "Do fish have teeth? I don't think I've ever really thought about that. I know sharks do, but, like, regular fish?"

Jungkook pauses, wracking his brain for any scraps of marine life knowledge he has — which admittedly isn't much. Most of the stuff he focused on in school was essentially what the rest of the student body valued. Prettier animals, those that were often on display, like dolphins and killer whales and sharks. Trying to think of other fish is a stretch when the best Jungkook thinks that he can do is conjure up images of 3D rendered fish from Finding Nemo. And even then, he doesn't think of their types so much as the names from the movie.

Like Nemo or Dory.

"Uhhh... oh! Piranhas! Piranhas have teeth, right?" Jungkook points out, wagging his finger. "Big enough teeth to really tear things up if they drop down... or at least, that's how the video games always made it seem. Weren't there video games that had pools with piranhas? Ah, but I can't think of any off the top of my head..."

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