#namgi moments

[tonymontanaftjm]

3cm.

#networkbangtan #trackofthesoul #btsdaily #usersky #annietrack #shirleytothesea #namgi #min yoongi #kim namjoon #** #namgi* #yoongi* #namjoon* #sometimes we get sad and gif bts moments we think about a lot

[agusthoneyd]

sope delulu fan moment they're just like me

#ive been thinking about this since yesterday theyre so 😭 ofc yoongi would say that its such a stan behavior moment #ik this is like a silly moment but it just solidifies what i always say . the reason bangtan is so good w army is bc they just Get it #reminds me of the first suchwita episode where namgi were talking abiut how important it is to have something you love like that #video #suchwita

[hollyhomburg]

Craving an angsty au with like- maybe namgi x reader Where they’re dating and maybe for a long time and then like 2-3 years in they find out that the m/c is asexual and has been keeping it from them the whole time because she thought that they wouldn’t want to be with her if sex wasn’t on the table.

I’d love to explore the angst of like- nj feeling like a monster, yoongi being angry at her and upset at himself for not realizing sooner- and all of them navigating the what it means to love each other regardless of hurtful behaviors. I really want it to come out in like- the context of a larger found family queer au- like maybe the m/c is non-binary or at least figuring out if they’re gender non conforming or not- and so is jk whose also acesexual, and in a relationship with jinmin or maybe Jihope- jk is very vocal about not wanting to have sex with the people he loves - ever,

and maybe they all get drunk and play something stupid like truth or dare and the m/c gets asked “who are you most jealous of?” And the m/c says jk and namgi of course ask because they want to understand their partner better expecting it to be because of jks presentstion or something and the m/c clams up and they could either say something hurtful accidentally like “jk gets to say no whenever they want too” or the even sadder “jk could do whatever he wanted and jihope would still love him” and then namgi have this whole “hold up what do you mean by that” moment.

[savventeen]

take it easy (slowly carve out my heart)

you had always been the target. always. he knew this. he knows this.

so why does wonwoo feel like he's the one who's dying?

pairing: assassin!wonwoo x gn!reader rating: M wc: 0.8k prompt: @diamondyjh wanted angst so i repurposed an old namgi fic hope u enjoy :') summary: wonwoo's assignment: become your husband and bide his time until given the command to kill you. a simple mission, really — one that shouldn't have been hard. except, he never accounted for the fact that he might actually fall in love with you. too bad he's the perfect little soldier. warnings: major character death (reader), graphic depictions of violence, stabbing, blood, assassination, grief/mourning tags: angst, and i mean ANGST, no happiness here sorry folks, only as much pain and sadness as i could shove into less than 1k a/n: the prompt for the original fic was 'a whisper in the ear' for the 'ways you said i love you' prompt challenge, and the friend who'd requested it had specifically said "but make it hurt" so. here we are :')

The brick of the deserted alleyway is freezing through the back of Wonwoo's jacket, but he doesn't really feel it. Just focuses on the way the chill greedily seeps under his skin, sinking down through muscle and sinew and deep into the marrow of his bones.

He needs it, the cold — more than he needs the air in his lungs or the blood in his veins or that overbearing muscle that continues to beat inside his chest. That terrible, frivolous thing.

So he needs the cold, needs it to numb everything except the machine that he thinks has always dwelled within him.

("Never forget who you really are, Wonwoo-ssi — what you've been made into.")

"Wonwoo?"

("It's the only way you'll survive.")

"Where'd you go?" Your call comes from just outside the entrance to the alley, cutting softly through the otherwise quiet of the night.

That thing in his chest gives an obstinate thump, but he ignores it. He is numb.

"In here, y/n," he replies, just loud enough to be heard from the street. He takes in a deep breath, the winter air a painful comfort as it crystallizes inside his lungs.

"Baby?" Your voice is closer now, and Wonwoo tilts his head to see you peering down into the alley. He meets your eyes, your brows furrowing in concern, and you quickly make your way toward where he continues to lean against the wall. "What're you doing out here in the cold? Are you okay?"

He is numb. He is numb. He is numb.

He tells himself this over and over again, wills it to be true as you stop in front of him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Sorry," he murmurs, "I'm fine. Just needed to get some air."

Before this moment, the lies had always fallen so easily out of his mouth, like sand between his fingers. (Were they ever really lies?) But this one weighs heavy on his tongue.

"That's usually my line," you quip, a half-smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

You move your hand from his shoulder to his jaw, gently stroking the cool skin of his cheek with your thumb. Your other hand comes to rest on Wonwoo's waist, the touch just as gentle even through his thick winter coat. "We can stay out here for a bit, hmm? Until you're ready to go back inside."

You close what little distance is left between the two of you and press your forehead into his neck. "Or if it's still too much," you mumble into his collarbone, soft and warm, "we can go home. Whatever you need, baby."

I am numb.

He whispers, "Okay, love."

I am numb. I am numb. I am numb.

Three deep, slow breaths later, and he believes it enough to do what he was always meant to do.

It's quick, the way he pulls out the knife and shoves it between your third and fourth ribs in one swift motion.

It's so quick, in fact, that you don't even scream, just choke on a strangled breath as your body jerks in Wonwoo's hold. He twists the blade — "like a key in a lock, Wonwoo-ssi" — and yanks it out, letting it fall from his gloved grasp to the dirty concrete below.

You choke again, hands sloppily trying to find purchase on Wonwoo's chest as your legs rapidly lose their ability to support your weight, but you don't let go.

I'm numb.

And neither does Wonwoo. He can't.

You had always been the target. Always. He knew this. He knows this.

I'm numb I'm numb I'm numb I'm numb—

So why does Wonwoo feel like he's the one who's dying?

"W-won—," you cough, the blood that's filling up your lungs spilling messily past your lips.

"Shhhh," he croons into your hair, carefully lowering you both to the ground when your legs fold completely beneath you. "I'm sorry, love, I'm sorry. God, I'm so, so sorry."

He pulls you tighter to him, the blood rapidly soaking the both of you. Your movements start to slow, and your wet, shallow breathing turns into stuttering gurgles.

"I wish things could have been different," Wonwoo whispers into your ear. "I'm so sorry. I love you, I'm sorry. I love you, I love you, I love you."

Back and forth, back and forth, he rocks you — whispering his love and apologies over and over until your chest goes still in his arms.

And then he screams.

("Make it believable, Wonwoo-ssi. No one can ever see anything other than a grieving husband.")

He screams, and he weeps, and he begs, because somewhere along the line, it had stopped being a part to play. Loving you had never been an act, and the agonizing sorrow he feels ripping through his body will never be anything but scathingly, disgustingly, unfathomably real.

He'd never wanted it — that stupid, stupid, terrible, horrible thing called a heart. But you had given yours over so freely, so wonderfully, so wholly, that he had been helpless but to hand his over in return.

That stupid, frivolous thing.

#wonwoo angst #svt angst #seventeen angst #wonwoo x you #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo fanfic #svt fanfic #seventeenweeklyarticle #i feel like i'm missing tags but oh well #savv writes #savv fics #feel free to come yell at me about this #i deserve it skjflksdjfsldkjfsldk #:')

[mrs-monaghan]

Hi ☺️ you make me happy

Just read your post of Jungkook being the best boyfriend. Can you please make the same for Jimin,,,,?))

Absolutely. It would be my pleasure

Lost diamond is talking about this post.

We can start with a moment I've never seen until 2day....

But we already knew this yes? It's not the first time JK has said Jimin treats him the most. Even during one of the unfortunate moments when JK rated Jimin last, the latter was sure to remind him that he's the one who spends on him the most. So Jimin has always been generous with his baby since the very beginning. Which is why our next moment should come as no surprise.

-Jimin travelling across the world in 2019 for JK's birthday and then doing so again in 2023 for JK's solo debute. Anything for the love of his life it seems. #allthefeels 🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍

Next I just wanna bring this back real quick

(Thanks @chicknbunny13 )

It is not an underrated moment by any means whatsoever. In fact you will see this clip every few weeks on twitter on your timeline. Jikookers love this moment. But, we mostly talk about Jimin feeding JK which it's fine. Really. Its sweet and really nice to see. But all members feed eo it ain't a big deal. So what I like to talk about is what happens before Jimin feeds JK.

JK wants pizza. He stands, looks around, they've ran out so he sits back down. He glances at Jimin's one, but its whatever, pizza is finished. But here's the part I like; Jimin without even looking at JK, just knows what he wants and thats when he feeds him a bite from his own. So either a) He was watching JK on his periphery, or b) He is just that in tune with his boyfriend. I'm going with the latter coz it ain't the first time he's come through for JK even without him asking. That's what sets the moment apart from all the other times members have fed eo.

Next moment that proves how much Jimin loves JK applies to both since it also involves a whipped JK. Analysis time guys. 💃🏾💃🏾💃🏾

This is so fun guys I highly recommend watching it

I went there for this one moment coz I'm a big fan. BTS countdown Jikookery:

JK is the king

and other members are supposed to go appeal to him so he can choose one of them. Jimin of course is very eager

He was adorable saying that. He is calling himself hyung but he's totally baby in that moment 🤭🤭 Suga starts singing this one song and Jimin is the loudest shout-singing how crazy he is for JK

Wbk 💅🏾😏

He leaves all other members in the dust, in his rush to get to his JK. Eager much? 🤣🤣

While waiting JK closed his eyes and looked so blissful. I didn't fully understand why he was in this state

Or why editors put a heart there 😂 so I chose to read that as him praying and hoping his baby gets to him first 😌😌

Since Jimin took off before the others, of course he arrives first

So now JK has 3 options; suga, jimin or rm

Suga makes his case

Jimin wants to make his case with this one thing and JK is ready and waiting

But Jimin only gets to say one word:

Before Suga tramples all over his pitch

So in the end Jimin doesn't even make his case 🤭

RM then makes his case by way of poem

And now its time for the King to pick his partner

Remember Namgi both had chances to appeal to JK and why he should choose them. While Jimin essentially said nothing. So.... the king makes his choice.

But of course 😌😌😌

Editors with the hearts thou 🤭🤭

Jimin was really happy that JK chose him. 🥺🥺 However, anyone who really pays attention to JK during BTS games could have predicted who he would choose 🤭🤭 This is definitely a whipped JK moment seeing as Jimin won unfairly. Definitely some boyfriend privilege involved here. He he heee.

Members play the game and Jikook proceed to win

At some point JK raps and Jimin praises him immediately

If you've ever noticed Jimin praises JK ALOT. I would say he praises JK the most. He is always telling us how good JK is, how talented, how he's good he is at everything. Even though we already know. Jimin never hesitates to praise JK and I for one love to see it. Most recent being the flying yoga episode when first thing he said was how good JK was gonna be at it

Even though we all know he was the king of said flying yoga. Jimin seems to be extremely proud of JK's talents and prowess. Here we saw him drooling over JK bungee jumping so yeah... he definitely likes that JK is so good. Jimin has always been super proud to have JK as his boyfriend. Its a shame antis don't care to see it.

Another thing that shows how much Jimin loves JK, is always being there for him when he needs comfort

What i love about this moment is that Jimin thought JK was puking when he ran over. And yet the first thing he does is grab JK's face to check on him. Vomit be dammed 🥺🥺🥺

Jimin is always there for the members when they need comfort. Yes. But I love love love how soft he's always been with JK. Remember during summer package when JK wrote a letter for Army and then got emotional? I love how Jimin wrote a poem for him after

"My Jungkook" he said 😭😭😭😭😭

And we haven't even talked about how Jimin has always rubbed the back of JK's neck since time immemorial.

When JK is in distress, when he makes a mistake, when the rest laugh at him, when he's confused, when the others talk over him and introvert JK can't get a word in. Jimin is always there to rub the back of his head to make him feel better since satellite Jikook are always next to eo.

Emotionally supportive Jimin is a huge dynamic in their rlship

That last one brings us to our last point since I've ran out of image space; Protective Jimin that one time Suga did the thing. They were reacting to that last concert and JK who as we all know cries the most was being comforted by Jimin. Once again.

Jin is the one who pointed out that JK was crying.

immediately Suga was like;

Yeah... Jimin wasn't having it. He was like; bro you'd better shut tf up.

Pointed a finger at Suga, his hyung and everything. Suga picks on Jimin all the time. It's the most popular Yoonmin dynamic. And usually Jimin doesn't care. But he drew the line at Suga picking on his bae. 🤭🤭🤭 I love this moment sm!!! He seriously wasn't having it and that was so hot of him 🥵🥵

Look at his adorable worried face 🥺🥺 caught JK right on time too.

These moments are endless really, but i will stop here since there's no room for more imagery. But Jimin really is the best boyfriend and you can tell by JK's loyalty and how JK has always made Jimin his priority. He wouldn't do that, wouldn't be so head over heels if Jimin didn't treat him like a king.

Long live Jikook ✊🏽

#whipped jimin #jikook analysis #whipped jungkook #Protective Jimin #ask shaz #bts ask #jikook #kookmin #minkook #jimin and jungkook #bts #jimin #jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook

[akookminsupporter]

Because Fandom's 'non shipper' aka so called rational 'ot7 bros believer' community likes to hype every pair except Jikook.

Jihope ✅

Vmin ✅✅✅✅

Taekook ✅

Namkook ✅✅✅✅✅✅✅

Jinkook ✅✅

Yoonmin ✅✅✅

Yoonjin ✅

Hyyh yoonkook ✅

Namgi ✅✅✅

Namhope ✅

Taegi ✅

Jikook 🦗🦗🦗🦗🦗

If I didn't included any pair it's because I haven't seen them being much hyped on my tl. Other pairs like Jinmin or Taejin are acknowledged but not as hyped on tl like above.

You will see them taking shipping duo names to praise other duos or quote something they've said to/about each other or make funny sex jokes about them but when it's time for Jikook it's either ignored majority of time or they use 'Jimin and Jungkook ' or 'Jungkook and his Jimin hyung'. When others content gets released whole tl will be about that particular pair, old and new moments, yesterday it was yoonmin's day. When Joon posted those MS pic with tae every big account posted Namtae moments or something they've said to each other to show how much they appreciate that pair. But there was nothing when Jikook decided to enlist together, when some of their pics where they were sticking to each other nor when they graduated together and decided to serve rest 17 months together.

Idk probably because Jikook shatters their 'ot7 bros' belief? Or because they don't wanna see as a shipper because among all pairs only jikook does 'fanservice' ? Or their moments are charged more than their liking so posting them will make them see as a romantic delulu shipper?

I can't believe TaeJin isn't a more popular ship. There have been some… interesting moments between them, and I think Tae has made Jin nervous on a few occasions. Overall, they have many moments that could be interpreted in various ways if shippers wanted to, and I'm surprised that it's not the case.

Now that you mention it, it is true that non-jikookers rarely use the word jikook or similar to refer to Jimin and Jungkook together. And it is something they do with other pairs or even trios. Jikook definitely makes a lot of people nervous or uncomfortable although there have been many occasions where it's been hard to ignore what they do and they've (the fandom) struggled to pass it off as a friend thing, an example of that is Hickeygate. It will be interesting to see how the fandom, particularly on Twitter reacts to whatever we see in the documentary or series that Jimin and Jungkook filmed because no matter what the content is about or how much it is edited, jikook is going to be jikook.

#anon #ask #preg 117 #jkkrs opinion #shippers #ships

[theharrowing]

Entanglement

Namjoon is eager to finally lose his virginity and decides it would be wise if his best friend Yoongi helps him. He is totally not in love with Yoongi, or anything...

🌱 Namjoon x Yoongi 

🌱 word count: 10.9k

🌱 friends to lovers, virginity loss, smut, fluff, slash, nsfw, 18+

🌱 warnings: Namjoon is a virgin! top Yoongi, this is more or less porn without plot! but it's also very fluffy! switch Namjoon & switch Yoongi, anxiety (overthinking, some self doubt, spiraling), flirting, mutual pining, love confessions, making out, frotting, spit used as lube (actual lube is used too), rough blow job, first time giving blow job, cum eating, ass to mouth, anal fingering, anal sex, teasing, begging, degrading language (cockslut), praise, crying, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, tooth-rotting fluff.

🌱 written for the Namgi World Tour Fest!

🌱 shout out to @neoneunnajimin for beta reading and to @blog-name-idk​ for helping me come up with the name! thank you babes!

🌱 posted aug. 2022 | read on ao3

It's not a big deal. Namjoon knows it's not a big deal. Virginity is a social construct—it means nothing in the grand scheme of things. It is just something he has never felt comfortable exploring with someone, and that is perfectly okay because it's not a big deal. 

And it is not as if he hasn't explored his own body or watched porn before; he knows what feels good to an extent. He just doesn't know how to feel good at the hands of someone else and how to put his trust in another person. And that makes him spiral.

So, once again, here Namjoon is: at a shitty bar near his best friend Yoongi's place, two pitchers deep mumbling about how he should just lose his virginity already to a close friend, so he can stop dwelling on it. He feels pathetic. He feels like a sad sack standing against the high-top bar table while Yoongi sits perched on a stool, calmly listening to Namjoon blabber on about his insecurities with his pretty chin propped onto his pretty hands. 

"God, I feel...stupid," Namjoon admits with a sigh. He knows he sounds like a broken record at this point, but sometimes he just feels so burdened by the stigmas and assumptions that come along with being a virgin at his age, and everything culminates to moments like this, right here. 

"You once said you think you should just have sex with someone you trust to get it over with," Yoongi mutters after a long silence. "Is that still how you feel?"

Namjoon sighs once more, runs his hands through his dark, overgrown hair and squeezes his eyes closed. When he opens them again, Yoongi stares back, calm and patient. Always calm and always patient.

"Yeah, I mean...I don't really want to go through the motions of meeting someone new, going on dates, and all that. I have work to focus on, and it just seems like a lot of stress, you know?"

Yoongi nods. "Dating is a lot of stress."

"But, maybe it would be nice if I did it with someone like...like..." Like you, Namjoon almost says.

Someone kind and calm. Someone who already knows Namjoon, already understands his insecurities and even some of his desires. His gaze falls to the sticky bar table, and he struggles to figure out how to end that sentence.

"Someone like me?" Yoongi offers softly.

Namjoon's eyes widen, and he looks to his best friend, wondering if he is. joking. There is no hint of sarcasm or teasing in Yoongi's tone, but that doesn't stop Namjoon's stomach from going haywire.

"Wh—I-I mean, I guess maybe, if—"

Yoongi shrugs and mutters, "It's not a big deal, man. I would be happy to help you."

"That's—are you sure?" Namjoon asks, suddenly so flustered over the idea of fucking his best friend that he is unsure whether it really isn't a big deal, after all.

"I mean, we've been friends for like a decade, so it's not like you have anything to hide from me or be afraid of. I could make sure you're comfortable."

Namjoon gently sucks his bottom lip between his teeth, nodding his head as if in thought. In thought is too generous of a way to describe what goes on in his head, however, as any semblance of words swim and tumble, causing Namjoon to absolutely fucking panic. 

Pretty Yoongi with his pink-bitten lips and long, dark brown hair that falls around his ears in delicate wisps. Pretty Yoongi, who has no trouble finding someone equally pretty to take home with him on any given night, 

By some miracle, Namjoon opens his mouth and actually sounds fairly calm when he says, "That's true. I trust you." 

Yoongi seems to study Namjoon's face for a long moment, then, with a smirk, he rasps, "I'll take such good care of my Joonie bear."

This makes Namjoon sigh heavily and shake his head. This is not happening. This cannot possibly be happening. "Forget it. Forget it! Let's just call the whole thing off." 

Namjoon backs away from the table resolved to leave the bar and never look Yoongi in the eye again, but Yoongi scrambles off his stool and grabs Namjoon's sleeve, stopping him in his tracks. 

"Wait, wait. Not so fast, Joon." 

There is an earnestness in Yoongi's voice that makes Namjoon turn on his heel and look at his friend with an impatient sigh. Yoongi smiles softly, sweetly, causing something in Namjoon's tummy to swoop.

"I'm sorry, Namjoon," Yoongi mutters. "I don't mean to be so nonchalant. It's a big deal if you need it to be, and I am not going to make fun of you, okay? Let's go at your pace."

Namjoon shrugs, suddenly feeling silly for getting so worked up. "You're right. It doesn't need to be a big deal." He repeats the words to himself, almost as if willing them to be true.

Yoongi grins and tugs harder on Namjoon's sleeve, looking at him with wide, playful eyes. "Perfect! Then let's go fuck!"

"Wh—we can't just go fuck, are you insane?" Namjoon argues, possibly a little too loud, but he can't be bothered to care about anyone overhearing him when all he can focus on is pretty Yoongi and his devious words.

Yoongi sighs and nods his head. "You're right. There's too much to plan; we shouldn't just try to jump in. Plus, we've both been drinking, and I'm not sure how that makes you feel."

Everything swirls around, and Namjoon nods as if considering what Yoongi has just said, despite struggling to get up to speed. Then, all at once, it hits him.

"Plan? What is there to plan?"

With a smirk, Yoongi says, "Buy us one more pitcher, and we'll sort out all of the details."

Turns out, sorting out all of the details means having a pretty serious chat that makes Namjoon feel quite nervous and shy to have while at the bar. Yoongi is helpful, understanding and thorough, but all of it more or less overwhelms Namjoon to the point of him feeling dazed as he walks back to his apartment. 

Namjoon isn't sure if he wants to top or bottom, so they decided they will both get bottom ready just in case. Based on what Yoongi described, what that means is only eating foods that won't make him gassy, and getting some butt-safe products to clean himself out. Yoongi is regularly tested but will bring condoms just in case, and Namjoon is going to do some homework about anal prep and sex. 

Laying in bed with a head full of Yoongi and a body full of beer, Namjoon feels anxious. When his phone buzzes beside him, he startles and swears under his breath before groaning about how ridiculous he feels for being so jumpy.

Yoongi: Maybe you should try jerking off while thinking about me...

Namjoon stares at his phone, blinking heavily. Sometimes he can't believe how brazen Yoongi is, and it catches him completely off guard. He types, "Bold of you to assume I don't jerk off while thinking about you already," but then deletes it and stares a little longer before deciding he has nothing to say in response to that. 

Namjoon: Wow.

Although Namjoon can picture Yoongi's crooked smirk and the mirth that must be swirling in his eyes, he wishes he could see it firsthand.

Yoongi: I'm just saying…it might make the process easier if you train yourself to get a boner while thinking about me.

Namjoon: I don't think it'll be a problem, hyung.

Namjoon nibbles on his lip as he hits send, then drops his hand down to the bed, squeezing his eyes closed. There have been times in the past when it has seemed like Yoongi was flirting with him, but it's hard to tell with him sometimes, especially over text. 

Regardless of possible intent, Namjoon is always afraid of fucking it up. His crush on Yoongi is, and always has been, insurmountable, and it is important to Namjoon that he keeps their friendship intact. 

When his phone buzzes, Namjoon squeezes his eyes shut tighter and sighs. Then he opens them and lifts his phone. 

Yoongi: Go on…

Namjoon: Good night, hyung! Talk to you tomorrow!

Yoongi: Wow, you're just gonna blue ball me after I've offered to take your virginity??? Some friend you are!

Namjoon closes his eyes and lets his head thwack against the wall. There is enough beer in his system allow him to convince himself that Yoongi is probably not flirting and is just drunk. He is also intoxicated enough to concede that, yes, it would be a good idea to jerk off while thinking about his friend. Not that he has never done it before. 

 For several days, the conversation doesn't come back up. Namjoon gets on with his life, keeping his nose in his work, and Yoongi does the same. Everything is calm. Normal. Ideal.

But then their schedules line up, and they decide that they will do the deed the following evening. Namjoon goes to bed feeling so nervous and excited, he worries he might throw up. 

Yoongi: I feel like a kid on Christmas morning. Can't believe I get to fuck my best friend!

Namjoon's impulse is to respond, "It's too early for this shit," but it is just after 1 PM, and he is on his way home from the gym. He stopped along the way to pick up necessary items to prepare himself for later and is doing his best not to freak the fuck out. 

Namjoon: What time should we kick this thing off?

Yoongi: Kick this thing off? Really? You make it sound like we're tailgating a football game.

Namjoon: You're right, that wasn't very sexy of me.

Yoongi: Not even a little bit...

Namjoon: What time would you like to come stick appendages into one another's orifices?

Yoongi: Absolutely astounding to me that you haven't found another human being to jump your bones yet, Joonie!

Namjoon: Right???

Yoongi: 8?

Namjoon: Sure, see you at 8!

It is 7:53 PM when Yoongi knocks on Namjoon's apartment door. Namjoon is already stressed out, albeit feeling as prepared as one can under these circumstances, and he answers the door with a tremble in his hand. The warm smile that greets him melts away at least some of his trepidation, and he lets out a deep exhale as he steps aside and gestures for Yoongi to come in. 

"Not too often I see my Joonie so nervous," Yoongi drawls, sending goosebumps spreading over Namjoon's skin. There is a certain tone to Yoongi's voice that Namjoon rarely hears, and he thinks he would like to hear it a lot more. 

Namjoon must be staring, causing Yoongi to cock his head as if to beg a question. The feeling coursing through Namjoon is more than pure apprehension. He knows that he is attracted to Yoongi—and has been for years—but perhaps because of the anticipation of being more intimate with him, he has finding himself responding a lot more to subtle things. 

Subtle things like the way Yoongi's hair is pulled back behind his ears, exposing his forehead and the swell of his cheeks. Subtle things like the rich, dulcet tones of Yoongi's already deep voice—rough yet saccharine and something Namjoon wishes he could drown in. 

Namjoon blinks, swallows thickly, and shakes his head. He feels silly. But Yoongi stands patient and calm and doesn't regard him as if he should feel silly, despite his gentle teasing. With a shaky exhale, Namjoon feels his shoulders relax. It's not a big deal, he reminds himself. Yoongi will take good care of him; he knows that. 

"I brought soju in case you'd like to loosen up a little," Yoongi says, breaking a very thick albeit comfortable silence.

Namjoon nods and cracks a smile. "I think a little soju would be nice."

They manage to leave the entrance of Namjoon's apartment. Yoongi takes off his shoes and walks over to the couch, and Namjoon goes to his kitchen for two small cups before returning. 

Namjoon's apartment is quaint and cozy, with more books on surfaces than empty surface space. His plain but tasteful brown couch is large enough for two and a half people, and his table is a simple, cheap black wooden thing that came ready to easily assemble, with zero bells and not a single whistle. 

As Namjoon returns to the couch, he is acutely aware of just how shaky each breath is—both as it goes in and especially as it comes out. Yoongi unpacks a bottle of yogurt-flavored soju from the plastic bag that he has set on the floor beside the couch, and he shakes it up, tilting his body toward Namjoon on the cushions. 

Yoongi wears an oversized white tee and black basketball shorts, and Namjoon finds himself surprisingly more intrigued by his knobby knees than usual. When did Yoongi hyung get so cute?

Always, Namjoon reminds himself. He has always been this cute.

"I don't know why I'm so nervous," Namjoon admits, partially to himself as he adjusts on the sofa, pulling one leg onto the cushion to sit at an angle. Namjoon wears a black tee over grey joggers, and as the grey fabric brushes against Yoongi's knee, he seems to subconsciously inch closer. 

"I know why," Yoongi says, reaching for the glasses to fill them with soju. There is a musk that comes from Yoongi which is a little stronger than usual, and finds its way into Namjoon's senses, and he takes a deep inhale, suddenly feeling intoxicated before having a drop of alcohol. 

"Whether or not we admit that this is a big deal, in a sense, it is," Yoongi continues. With both glasses full, he hands one to Namjoon, but as Namjoon reaches for it, Yoongi doesn't let go. Instead, Yoongi makes stern, caring eye contact. "And if you psych yourself out so much you need to stop, we'll stop. Okay?"

"Oh—okay," Namjoon responds softly. 

With this, Yoongi smiles, allows Namjoon to have his cup and raises his for a toast. "To taking good care of my Joonie," he announces sweetly.

"You have to stop saying that," Namjoon grumbles, clicking his cup against the side of Yoongi's despite feeling embarrassed by his toast.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow and, with his drink to his lips, mutters, "Stop blushing so cutely whenever I do, and I'll consider your request."

Namjoon feels beside himself and pauses with his glass against his bottom lip. Yoongi so openly flirting with him has every inch of his skin feeling hot—has his heart pounding and his head spinning.

As soon as Namjoon takes the shot, the sweet liquor hits his tongue and spreads even more warmth throughout him. Feeling brazen from all the attention, Namjoon chuckles, shakes his head and says, "Shit, this is so bad for me."

Yoongi hums a question, and Namjoon raises his gaze to find his hyung smirking with an eyebrow cocked. He licks his lips then nibbles on the inside of his mouth, watching as Yoongi's eyes follow each movement. 

"You," Namjoon blurts, feeling his face warm with blush. "This. You're so…"

"Charming?" Yoongi supplies jokingly, only that's exactly it.

"Yes. Charming." This makes the apples of Yoongi's cheeks turn a pretty shade of blush, and Yoongi busies himself with pouring two more drinks. The tables have turned, and Namjoon cannot get enough. "When did hyung become so cute, hmm?"

"Please, Namjoon," Yoongi mutters, but his grin tells Namjoon that he enjoys it.

"Please, what? Continue? Cause I could do this all day."

Yoongi shakes his head and slides Namjoon's cup across the table to him, then sits back. Namjoon's mouth drops, and he can't help but chuckle at how adorably shy Yoongi is. This is a plot twist he was not anticipating. 

"To making my hyung so shy," Namjoon taunts as he holds up his cup. Yoongi gives Namjoon an incredulous grin as he raises his glass. "I had no idea you could blush so much."

"Shut up," Yoongi grumbles, holding his cup suspended as if to refuse the toast. 

"Like sakura petals," Namjoon continues, watching Yoongi's eyes widen. "So delicate and pretty."

Something in Yoongi's gaze sharpens, and he taps his glass to Namjoon's and quickly shoots the liquid back. Namjoon grins, feeling satisfied with his ability to make Yoongi squirm. 

As soon as the liquid passes Namjoon's lips, his cup is being yanked from his fingers, and Yoongi is advancing, straddling Namjoon as best as he can at such an awkward angle. Namjoon lifts Yoongi by the hips, adjusts so he is sitting forward on the couch, then lets himself get wrapped in Yoongi's limbs. 

Suddenly, Namjoon feels incapable of speaking as Yoongi's hands find his hair. He has to remind himself to breathe as Yoongi settles his weight on his lap. He must look as dumbfounded as he feels, and Yoongi cocks a playful grin. 

"You wanna play dirty, hmm?" Yoongi practically growls, speaking through his teeth. "Wanna sit here and call me pretty and compare me to flowers?"

"Y-yes."

Yoongi leans close—so close his breath ghosts over Namjoon's face. It is sticky-sweet and fills Namjoon's chest with warmth. "Show me."

"Wh—what?"

"Show me how pretty I am. Show me the way I make you feel."

Namjoon lifts his hands and settles them on Yoongi's waist, cinching his loose shirt. "How?"

"However you want to, Joonie."

Namjoon has kissed people before, so it shouldn't psyche him out, but as much as he wants to kiss Yoongi and show him exactly how he feels, he falters as soon as he inches his face closer. 

Yoongi leans in and rubs the tips of their noses together, and groans, "Don't be shy," and that is all the encouragement Namjoon needs. He closes the miniscule gap between them and captures Yoongi's soft bottom lip between his and sucks gently, pulling a deep gasp from Yoongi's throat. 

The fingers in Namjoon's hair tighten, tugging slightly, and Namjoon responds in kind, gripping firmly to Yoongi's waist. Rather than start slow and ease into it, Yoongi licks over Namjoon's lips and Namjoon gasps, giving him entrance. He moans as Yoongi's tongue rolls expertly over his, and his hands fall to Yoongi's thighs, gently squeezing. 

Kissing Yoongi is better than Namjoon could have imagined. His mouth is soft and inviting, and arousal flows through Namjoon and goes straight to his cock, which tents his pants, aching to be touched. 

"Fuck," Yoongi gasps, pulling from the kiss. His lips are spit-slick and pink, and Namjoon fights the urge to pull them back to his. "I knew kissing you would be good, but…god damn."

It takes a few seconds for Yoongi's words to settle over Namjoon, but as soon as they do, his gaze flies to Yoongi's eyes. "You what?"

Yoongi chuckles and rests his forehead against Namjoon's. There is a swelling of affection in Namjoon's chest that threatens to suffocate him, and he watches Yoongi's lips. 

"Come on," Yoongi mutters, "you can't tell me you've never wanted to kiss me."

"Of course I have, but..." Namjoon blinks rapidly and sucks on his lower lip. He is tempted to pinch himself; maybe he had fallen asleep earlier, and all of this has been a dream. 

"But?"

"But...well...why haven't we been kissing, then?"

Yoongi chuckles and sits back, tilting his head to the side. His hair has fallen from behind his ears, his cheeks and neck are flushed, and he looks devastatingly pretty. He shrugs as he mutters, "I wasn't sure you'd want to."

"You could have asked," Namjoon rebuts, knowing how ridiculous he sounds as he says it. 

"Yeah?" Yoongi challenges, raising his eyebrows. He leans in closer, turning his head to fit their noses beside one another and says, against Namjoon's lips, "I could have simply asked my best friend if he wanted to kiss me?"

Namjoon nods and hums, nipping at Yoongi's bottom lip. "Just like that," he groans as his mouth moves along Yoongi's jaw, making him shutter. "All this time, we could have been..."

Yoongi lets out a whine as Namjoon's lips find his pulse point. "But what if we started kissing and you felt pressured to do more?"

There is a sincerity in Yoongi's voice that makes Namjoon's movements falter. He smiles and inhales Yoongi's sweet natural musk. "I wouldn't have felt pressured. Or, more likely, I would have felt comfortable because it's you."

"Oh."

Namjoon can't help but laugh softly and fall back against the couch. He gazes at the ceiling before tilting his head to look at Yoongi, finding him with a soft but unreadable expression. 

"We are such idiots," Namjoon says with a slow shake of his head. 

"Elaborate."

"Correct me if I'm wrong," Namjoon starts, sitting forward and wrapping his arms around Yoongi. "We both have feelings for one another."

Yoongi scrunches his nose in mock disgust and pouts. "Please; who would have a crush on someone as beefy and adorable as you?"

A loud giggle leaves Namjoon's chest. "Beefy and adorable? Wow."

"Have I spoken a single lie on this day?" Yoongi challenges. 

There it is—the tingle of the alcohol settling in and making Namjoon lightheaded. Or, rather, more lightheaded than before. "I bet you've told no fewer than two lies on this day, hyung. But somehow, I can believe that you see me as both beefy and adorable."

"To be fair," Yoongi says as his hands fall to Namjoon's shoulders and rub down to his pecs, "I flirt with you. Openly. All the fucking time."

"Right, blame everything on the virgin, hyung."

There is still a tension that hangs between them, but Namjoon rather likes it. He likes the uncertainty and excitement that comes with having Yoongi on his lap. Until he said virgin, he had actually forgotten what they were doing in the first place, feeling so wrapped up in kissing Yoongi that the goal had been lost on him.

"You're right," Yoongi concedes. "We're both idiots. I should have kissed you ages ago. We have a lot of lost time to make up for."

Yoongi leans forward for a kiss that is deeper and needier than the last. Namjoon moans as his lips fall open, and Yoongi hums a sound of pleasure as he licks into his mouth. Namjoon's arms wrap around Yoongi tighter, and Yoongi rolls his hips, causing his and Namjoon's clothed cocks to rub together. 

A gasp leaves Namjoon's lips, and Yoongi releases the kiss with wide, worried eyes. "Shit," he mutters, "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to—"

"I liked it," Namjoon interrupts, pulling Yoongi's lips back to his in a desperate need to kiss and kiss and never stop. "Don't hold back, hyung."

"Wait, how mu—how much have you actually done?" Yoongi asks, panting against Namjoon's face as if he has just run laps around the apartment. 

Namjoon laughs, loving the effect he has on Yoongi. From this distance, all he can focus on is Yoongi's mouth. "The girl I dated in college would give me okay hand jobs and okayer blow jobs. I fingered her and ate her out. Obviously, I've masturbated."

"Obviously," Yoongi chuckles. "Only okay blow jobs, hmm?"

Namjoon hums and holds Yoongi close. Yoongi rolls his hips, deliberately rubbing their cocks together and forcing a moan from both of their throats. Namjoon can't believe how good he can feel from so little, and he craves more. 

"We'll change that," Yoongi groans into Namjoon's lips. "I'll make you dizzy with my mouth."

"You already are," Namjoon whines, commanding Yoongi's lips. He has had enough talking; he wants to taste and touch and feel. He wasn't sure what to expect tonight, but it definitely wasn't to be so wholly consumed by both desire and affection. 

Namjoon knew, going into this, that Yoongi would take good care of him and treat him like he is something special, but he did not anticipate the feeling of holding Yoongi and kissing him to ignite something so bright inside him. Yoongi has become oxygen, and Namjoon's blaze will surely die without getting its fill. 

Feeling as if he might burst without more, Namjoon groans, "Touch me, hyung. Please."

Yoongi's hands fall to the bottom hem of Namjoon's shirt and tug upward. Namjoon does his best to sit forward, unwrap himself from Yoongi and release the kiss just quick enough to get the pesky garment out of the way before hands and lips are back where they belong. Yoongi rubs his palms over Namjoon's nipples, forcing a groan from him as the throbbing in his pants grows.

"Is my Joonie sensitive?" Yoongi teases into his mouth. 

"Feels good."

Namjoon gathers Yoongi's shirt from the bottom and pulls it over his head, then runs his hands up and down the expanse of Yoongi's back. Yoongi leans in, pressing their bodies together, and Namjoon grabs Yoongi's ass in both hands, forcing his hips to roll and brush their cocks together. 

"Let's move to your bed?" Yoongi asks, and Namjoon takes a firm hold of Yoongi's thighs, scoots forward on the couch, and stands. 

Yoongi yelps and clings to him, and Namjoon can't help but chuckle as he swallows the sound and continues to kiss Yoongi while he makes the short walk to his bedroom. Feeling bold, Namjoon presses Yoongi into the wall, reveling in how Yoongi grinds himself against him, desperate for friction. There is undeniable chemistry between them that takes Namjoon's breath away.

"We're going to have a lot of fun, aren't we, hyung?" Namjoon asks somewhat teasingly. 

"Fuck," Yoongi moans. 

Namjoon backs from the wall, slams his back into his partially open door and then spins as he enters his room. He releases the kiss just long enough to look over Yoongi's shoulder and get him to the bed, then connects their lips once more as he turns and sits down on the edge. Yoongi's hands snake around Namjoon's shoulders, and he gives a firm push, laying him back against the mattress with his legs hanging off the edge. 

"Is there anything you don't want to do?" Yoongi asks as his lips travel to Namjoon's jaw.

"No," Namjoon pants. 

"If you need to slow down or stop, just say so. Okay?"

Namjoon nods, staring at his spackled off-white ceiling. "Of course, hyung. You too."

In one swift movement, Yoongi stands between Namjoon's legs and pulls his joggers and briefs down. "God damn," he mutters, and Namjoon looks to find Yoongi pushing his shorts and briefs to the floor while staring at Namjoon's cock. The attention makes Namjoon blush, but all feelings of shyness evaporate quickly at the sight of Yoongi's length—long, thick and dribbling at the tip. Namjoon has never had a cock in his mouth, and suddenly he wants it badly.

Yoongi places one knee on the bed and keeps his other leg between Namjoon's thighs. He isn't sure what to do with his hands as Yoongi hovers over him, but that doesn't matter because as soon as Yoongi bends and grabs both his and Namjoon's cock in one hand and thrusts, all time and space evaporate, and Namjoon falls limply against the bed, moaning deeply while drowning in a wave of pleasure. 

The dry slide of Yoongi's cock against Namjoon's fills him with a rush he has never felt before. Namjoon manages to make eye contact with Yoongi, enamored with the way his mouth hangs open and his brows knit from pleasure. Namjoon's eyelids flutter, but he does his best to watch as Yoongi unravels above him.

"Feels good," Namjoon manages to whimper. 

Yoongi rubs his palm and fingers over their cockheads and collects the dribbles of precum, sending Namjoon into another dimension with the next downstroke. He needs more. More lubricant, more stroking, more of Yoongi's body above his. 

"Spit," Namjoon suggests.

Yoongi's eyes widen, then he bends, drops their cocks, lifts his hand to his lips and spits. Namjoon wants to test the waters by praising Yoongi for being so obedient for him, but Yoongi grabs their cocks and rubs the spit along their lengths, and Namjoon doesn't find the words. 

Every nerve is on fire—every inch of Namjoon is ablaze. He had no idea something like this could feel so good; he never would have imagined doing this before. Namjoon's pleasure builds at an alarming rate, and he wonders if he might cum like this—if both of them might cum like this. But Yoongi gives them one long, slow tug before releasing both cocks and leans forward to capture Namjoon's lips once more. 

"Don't want to cum yet," Yoongi whimpers into Namjoon's mouth as if reading his mind. "I still need to give you a better than okay blow job."

"I said okayer," Namjoon clarifies against Yoongi's lips, making Yoongi chuckle that deep, pretty sound he likes. 

"I'll give you a blow job that is better than the okayest blow job you've ever had. Sound good, Joonie?"

Yoongi doesn't wait for Namjoon to respond before he slides down onto his knees on the floor. Namjoon scoots his ass to the edge of the bed and attempts to sit up, but Yoongi's hands on Namjoon's thighs move to grip his length and cradle his balls, making Namjoon fall back against the mattress. 

"So big," Yoongi groans, ghosting warm breath over Namjoon's cock. "I wonder if it will fit."

Namjoon has never had a complex about his big dick. He has never let the size get to his head, and when his ex commented about it, he never felt any kind of way, merely blushing and brushing it off. But this—pretty Yoongi holding onto him, groaning about whether or not he will fit—this does something to him. 

Maybe because he knows Yoongi is just teasing him to rile him up. Maybe because he wants to watch the look on Yoongi's face as he tries to sink his big cock deep inside him. Whatever the reason, Namjoon feels good. 

Yoongi slowly strokes Namjoon's length, sending tiny sparks of pleasure through him, and Namjoon manages to anchor himself onto his elbows so he can watch. Yoongi meets his gaze and, with a grin, sticks his tongue out to lick a firm stripe up his shaft. His tongue is wet and warm and feels heavenly as it swirls over the sensitive spot just under his cockhead, making Namjoon groan and shiver. 

"Ready, Joonie?" Yoongi purrs, to which Namjoon nods and mutters, "Please."

Yoongi continues to stroke Namjoon's length as he sits high on his knees and leans over his hips. His tongue flicks out over the tip and teases the slit, and Namjoon's hips jerk from the sensation. Then Yoongi swallows Namjoon's cock into his mouth—deep into his mouth—and Namjoon moans loudly, feeling his body tremble in response. 

Yoongi sucks eagerly. He strokes Namjoon's length in time with the bobbing of his head and and little hums of pleasure with each upstroke, making Namjoon dizzy. 

"So good," Namjoon mutters, feeling his body go limp. His arms give out, lying flat on his back as his eyes flutter closed. "F-fuck," he stammers as Yoongi sucks and licks and swallows him down. He feels overwhelmed and so, so ready to burst. Never has he felt so close to cuming in such little time. 

Yoongi moans around Namjoon's cock, sending vibrations that rock through him and settle in his guts. Namjoon raises one of his hands and tangles his fingers in Yoongi's soft, long hair as Yoongi slurps loudly and sucks Namjoon deep into his throat, swirling his tongue up his length. Namjoon isn't sure how much longer he will last, but he doesn't want to speak it into existence—he doesn't want this to end. 

The hand gently cradling Namjoon's balls squeezes ever so slightly, making Namjoon gasp. Then Yoongi rubs his thumb down, over his perineum, forcing a strong shutter to rock through him. Namjoon's grip on Yoongi's hair tightens, and his hips buck, forcing his cock deep into Yoongi's throat.

"Sh-shit, s-sorry, hyung," Namjoon stammers, loosening his grip.

Yoongi releases Namjoon's cock with a pop. "No, that's good," he mutters, voice raspier than before. "Fuck my throat until you cum."

Namjoon raises his head just enough to look at Yoongi to be sure he is not joking around. Yoongi smiles beside Namjoon's cock while his hand slowly strokes his length, and Namjoon feels his breath catch in his throat from the sight of him—dark, blown-out eyes and swollen, rosy, slick lips. Yoongi looks sinful, and Namjoon wants to catch those lips between his teeth and make him whimper more deep, pretty sounds. 

"Joonie," Yoongi groans with a raised eyebrow. "I gave you an instruction."

Namjoon scrambles to sit up on his elbows, and Yoongi releases his holds and sits back on his heels, creating an uncomfortable amount of distance between his pretty lips and Namjoon's body. Namjoon sits up all the way, scoots forward and reaches to take Yoongi by the hair.

"You sure, hyung?" he asks.

Yoongi grins and nods, lips hanging slack, and Namjoon leans forward and pulls him into a kiss. There is a faint hint of something on Yoongi's lips that must be the taste of Namjoon's skin, and he licks and sucks on his bottom lip, pulling sweet, deep sounds from his throat to swallow whole. Their kiss is sloppy and desperate—a gnash of teeth against teeth and a tangle of tongues. 

"You're so fucking pretty," Namjoon whines, catching his breath. "So fucking good to me. Holy shit."

"I would look prettier with your cock in my mouth," Yoongi groans, and Namjoon tightens his grip on Yoongi's hair, sits up straight and pulls Yoongi's head toward his tip.

Namjoon palms his shaft in his free hand and angles it toward Yoongi's eager mouth. "Open," he instructs, and Yoongi obeys with widened eyes, parting his lips and sticking his tongue out flat. Namjoon finds the right angle for Yoongi's head, lines his cock with his lips and pushes Yoongi down, down as far as it seems he can go. 

Yoongi rests his hands on Namjoon's thighs and sinks his cock even further into his throat until he lets out a soft gagging sound. Namjoon pulls Yoongi's head up, worried he may have hurt him, and finds his mouth and chin covered in drool. 

"More," Yoongi rasps. "I can take it. Give me more."

This time Namjoon sinks his cock into Yoongi's throat while driving his hips upward. Yoongi's hands fall from Namjoon's thighs to the edge of the bed, which he grips onto. Slowly, Namjoon begins to thrust in and out, and already it is too much. 

"I won't last, hyung," Namjoon whines as he picks up his pace. "Do I cum in your throat?"

Yoongi hums something muffled but emphatic and gives Namjoon a thumbs up.

With that, Namjoon bucks his hips. It is sloppy and a bit awkward, but he finds his rhythm, and soon he is fucking Yoongi's throat. Tears pool and run from Yoongi's eyes, and he sputters around Namjoon's length as he seems to be fighting the urge to gag and holy shit, this is going to be Namjoon's undoing—there is no way he is making it out of this alive. 

Yoongi keeps his eyes open, keeps his gaze on Namjoon, and Namjoon unravels so fast he can barely comprehend how everything feels until he is flung over the edge of pleasure. 

"F-fuck, gonna c—" is all Namjoon can manage before he is shooting his release into Yoongi's throat with a pitchy moan. 

Namjoon does his best not to thrust more into Yoongi's mouth, instead allowing his hips to rut in shallow bursts as his orgasm quakes through him. Yoongi swallows down every last drop eagerly, and when Namjoon finally pulls Yoongi's head off him, he is panting and overcome from pleasure and ready to curl into a ball and fall asleep. 

Yoongi grabs Namjoon's spent cock and strokes it, making Namjoon shake from a sudden burst of overstimulation. "Wanna make sure I got every drop," he whimpers as his tongue flicks out and presses into Namjoon's slit. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Namjoon sobs as he tugs on Yoongi's hair to make him stop. "Too much, baby, too much."

Yoongi stops all movement and stares at Namjoon, and suddenly, Namjoon realizes what he has done.

"Baby?" Yoongi asks, with a careen of his head. "Did you just—"

"It was an accident," Namjoon blurts, feeling anxiety crash over him.

Yoongi's lips tug into a playful smirk. "No it wasn't. You called me baby."

Namjoon isn't sure what to say, so he sits and waits for Yoongi's response. When Yoongi makes no move, Namjoon sits up, wraps his hands under Yoongi's armpits and pulls him up enough to make Yoongi hobble up onto his feet. 

"Did you like it?" Namjoon asks, feeling bold despite his uncertainty.

Like this, Yoongi's hard, pretty cock is right in Namjoon's face, and he takes it in one hand, leans forward and licks him from base to crown.

"Fuck," Yoongi whimpers, trembling in Namjoon's hold, leaving his question hanging in the air. "Have you done this before?"

Namjoon holds his tongue out flat and, with it pressed against the sensitive spot under Yoongi's cockhead, he shakes his head slowly, muttering, "Uh-uh."

Gently, Yoongi cradles Namjoon's head. Namjoon sucks the tip of Yoongi's cock into his mouth, closing his eyes to savor the heady mix of tangy and sweet. Yoongi gasps and moans, and Namjoon sucks a little more into his mouth. 

The stretch of Namjoon's lips around Yoongi's cock is a bit uncomfortable, but he loves the way it feels—loves how heavy Yoongi is on his tongue. He sucks Yoongi in a little further, touches the tip of to the back of his throat and gags. Panic surges through Namjoon, and Yoongi, too, apparently, as he pulls Namjoon's head away from him and strokes his hair and cheek. 

"Slow, Joonie," Yoongi purrs. "Don't push yourself."

Namjoon nods and pulls Yoongi closer, snaking his free hand around to grab Yoongi's ass and knead the soft flesh. Yoongi lets out a shattered breath which encourages Namjoon to continue as he wraps his lips around his cockhead once more.

Rather than try to take Yoongi deep into his throat, Namjoon strokes his length, matching each pass of his fist with each bob of his head. Yoongi's fingers tighten in Namjoon's hair, but he doesn't do anything to change the pace. 

"Fuck, just like that, Joonie; you're doing so good," Yoongi moans. 

Namjoon looks up through his lashes and watches as Yoongi's head lolls back and his tummy trembles. What a sight to behold.

"Can you suck your cheeks in?" Yoongi asks sweetly, and Namjoon does as he is asked, causing his lips to make a slurping sound. "That's it. So fucking good, Joonie. So perfect for me."

Yoongi's words sink into Namjoon and settle like warmth in his chest, and he speeds his movements, not sucking Yoongi any deeper but moving his head and hand much faster. Drool falls from his lips and lubricates beneath his hand, and Yoongi's hips begin to shake. 

It takes a while. Finding his pace, getting used to the uncomfortable stretch of his jaw, making Yoongi cum. It takes longer than he thinks it should take, considering how good it felt for Yoongi to give him head, but Namjoon knows he is no pro, and he figures maybe it takes Yoongi a bit longer to get off. Maybe Yoongi is used to better than okay blow jobs. 

But when Yoongi does announce he is going to cum, Namjoon has no idea what to expect. He wants to suck Yoongi's release into his throat and swallow him while milking his cock dry until he is begging him to stop, but he is scared to try that. What if he doesn't like it? 

So Namjoon pulls out, uses broad strokes on Yoongi's length and then squeezes the tip in an effort to let Yoongi's release collect onto his fist. Yoongi still holds onto Namjoon's head as he trembles and moans and lets his orgasm shudder through him, and when he is finally bent at the waist and begging for mercy, Namjoon slowly lets Yoongi's cock go. 

Yoongi pants and anchors himself up with his hands on Namjoon's shoulders. Tentatively, Namjoon leans forward, flicks his tongue out, and collects a bead of cum that has pooled at the tip. Yoongi moans, and his hips jerk, and Namjoon tastes him—thicker and more bitter than his precum was, but just as sweet. 

"I was worried I wouldn't like how you taste," Namjoon admits as he brings his fist to his lips. "But I do like it."

Namjoon holds Yoongi's gaze as he laps the cum off his hand, and Yoongi stares down at him as if awestruck by his actions.

"God damn," he mutters, making Namjoon smirk.

Once Namjoon's hand is clean and Yoongi has caught his breath, they sit side by side on the mattress. Yoongi wraps his arms around Namjoon's ribs and rests his head against him. 

"Are you good?" Yoongi asks. "Should we stop? Keep going?"

Namjoon turns, takes Yoongi gently by the jaw and pulls his lips to his. "Oh, I plan to fuck you tonight, baby," he groans before pulling Yoongi's lower lip between his teeth. 

Yoongi moans and seems to melt as they kiss languidly, letting their tongues push and pull in slow, delicate movements. 

"Better prep me then, Joonie."

Namjoon spent days reading various websites about the best technique, and he has used a finger on himself before, so he is somewhat aware of how this works, but it doesn't stop him from being nervous. Yoongi releases Namjoon from his grasp and crawls onto the bed, laying on his stomach, making Namjoon swoon over how soft and inviting he looks. When he catches Namjoon staring, he pokes his ass out and wiggles it. 

"I cannot express with words how badly I need you to fuck me," Yoongi pouts. "But only if you're ready, my Joonie."

Namjoon swallows thickly, feeling heat spread through him. "I'm ready," he says, half unconvinced by his own words but willing to talk himself through it. He wants to do this. He wants it more than anything. 

"I did a lot of research and I’ve used a finger on myself before, but I’m still kinda nervous. Let me know if you need me to slow down or stop," Namjoon says as he stands, reaches for a bottle of lube on his bedside table and then gets onto his knees on the bed. 

“Used a finger on yourself before, hmm?” Yoongi asks, watching as Namjoon returns to the center of the bed. “I would love to see that.”

Heat fills Namjoon’s cheeks as he wedges himself between Yoongi's thighs. As Yoongi spreads to accommodate him, Namjoon catches a glimpse of his rim—puckered and blush-brown and just as pretty as he imagined—and he sets the bottle of lube beside Yoongi, places both hands on his ass and spreads him wider. 

Yoongi gasps and, through what almost sounds like a nervous chuckle, asks, "Like what you see?"

A groan passes through Namjoon's chest, but it could be mistaken for a growl. Suddenly he feels ravenous, eager to taste as he leans forward and licks over Yoongi's hole. The tangy, sweet flavor on his tongue mixed with a loud moan from Yoongi's lips fill Namjoon with a desire he has never felt. Suddenly, he not only wants to fuck Yoongi, he needs it. 

Namjoon eats out Yoongi's ass like a man starved, spreading Yoongi's cheeks to dive his tongue in deep and stretch him around the muscle. Yoongi whimpers and moans, and the deeper Namjoon fucks his tongue into him, the sweeter the sounds he makes. 

With his tongue plunged in deep, Namjoon pats around blindly on the bed until his fingers grip onto the lube bottle. With his thumb, he flicks the cap open—he is proficient with using this bottle on-handed while scrolling for a video to watch—and he squirts some of the clear liquid straight onto Yoongi's asshole, coating his tongue. 

Yoongi wiggles and shouts, "What the fuck! That's cold!" causing Namjoon to chuckle. He doesn't care much for the taste of the lube, but he loves how messy it feels as his tongue squelches in and out of Yoongi. He rubs a finger over Yoongi's rim as he laps his tongue around. 

Slowly and gently, Namjoon stretches Yoongi around his fingers with plenty of lube and a lot of attention to the way Yoongi sounds, breathes, and trembles. This being his first time, Namjoon studies Yoongi like a delicate, beautiful puzzle that he slowly has to piece together—despite his goal to make Yoongi completely fall apart. Each time Yoongi takes in a sharp inhale or lets out a pitchy, broken moan, Namjoon slows or stills and gives him time to breathe and adjust. Yoongi whimpers and clenches around Namjoon when he is ready for more. 

"Your legs tremble so hard, hyung," Namjoon notes as Yoongi insists on more. 

"Th-that's fine, Joonie. They do that; just give me another finger."

Yoongi is insistent and vocal, and Namjoon watches with his mouth hung open, learning to play Yoongi by ear. After two, and three, and four fingers scissored and twisted and fucked into him every way imaginable, they deem him ready, and Yoongi fumbles to his knees, then pats the bed.

"I want to ride you, Joonie," Yoongi rasps. "Want to kiss you while I steal your precious virginity."

Namjoon can't help but grin as he grabs the bottle of lube and crawls to the head of the bed. Yoongi has moved his pillows to the side, and Namjoon winces as he settles and his back hits the cold wall. 

Yoongi climbs onto Namjoon's lap, straddles him with his thighs, and, as he wraps his arms over his shoulders, studies Namjoon's face with a sweet smile. 

"What is it, baby?" Namjoon asks, loving the way Yoongi's eyes widen from the nickname. 

Yoongi licks over his bottom lip and chuckles to himself. "It's…I don't want to say it."

Concern washes over Namjoon, and he lifts his hands to caress Yoongi's sides. "Whatever it is, hyung, I want to hear it."

"It just feels so…insincere to say while taking your virginity."

Namjoon rolls his eyes and pulls Yoongi close. He does his best to ignore the caress of their cocks against one another and focus on the possible tender moment, moving his hands to hold Yoongi's face less than an inch from his. 

"I just…you know I love you, right, Joonie?"

Butterflies swarm inside Namjoon, kicking up a storm that threatens to make him absolutely fucking vomit his guts out if he is not careful. He swallows a lump and smiles as he says, "Of course." Namjoon knows Yoongi is being sincere, even if all he means is that he loves him as a close friend. But there is a shine in Yoongi's eyes that suggests something more. 

"Also," Namjoon adds with a smirk, "virginity is a social construct, and it's not all that important to me in the grand scheme. I just…haven't felt a connection that I thought would be nice to have with the person I would do this with."

"So this is not all that important," Yoongi teases, pouting, "I see how it is."

Namjoon chuckles and pulls Yoongi's mouth to his, sucking his lower lip until Yoongi lets out a pleased sigh. "Everything about this has been important. I don't know if I'll be able to kiss someone else after knowing how your lips taste."

Blush fills Yoongi's pretty cheeks, and his face falls from playful to something more serious. "Shut up," he mutters.

"I mean it, baby. You're incredible."

Yoongi shakes his head and looks Namjoon in the eye. "Stop. Unless…unless you plan to hold me close and call me baby all the time, I need you to stop."

"Why wouldn't I, baby?" Namjoon challenges.

He pushes Yoongi's buttons, knowing full well that what Yoongi is trying to confess to is bigger than casual best friend love, and he wants to make him say it. Yoongi is so dreadfully stubborn about the silliest things, and Namjoon is not going to allow him to shy away from this.

"Sit on my cock and purr about how much you love me, then, baby," Namjoon says, surprising even himself. "Let me hear how pretty you sound taking my virginity."

Yoongi's face falls from surprise to intrigue before he squints at Namjoon, seeming to accept the challenge. "Gonna fuck you so good, Joonie," he rasps as he raises his hips and reaches for the lube bottle beside their legs. 

"I bet you'll make me feel incredible, won't you, baby?"

Yoongi slathers Namjoon's cock with the lube, then reaches between his legs and rubs some over his own hole. Namjoon rests his head against the wall, feeling his heart pound at a dizzying speed. 

With his ass lined up on Namjoon's cockhead, Yoongi uses his non-sticky hand to pull Namjoon's face close, slotting their lips together for a soft kiss. Namjoon flits his tongue out but can barely focus on anything but the warm, tight press of Yoongi's rim over the tip of his cock. 

Yoongi sinks down so slowly and steadily, and the feeling is so overbearing, Namjoon feels powerless to do anything but sit pretty and allow Yoongi to use him as he pleases. Yoongi moans and sobs into Namjoon's mouth, sucking harshly at his bottom lip, and Namjoon watches the blur of Yoongi's pretty face through fluttering eyelashes as he slowly works himself up and down to take his length. 

"Fuck," Yoongi cries, "you're so big what the fuck."

"S-sorry," Namjoon mutters, forcing a sharp laugh to burst from Yoongi's lungs. 

"That's not something you should apologize for, oh my god, it's incredible."

"Oh," is all Namjoon can say. Nothing makes sense to him, and Yoongi may as well be speaking an unfamiliar language. 

It is unclear to Namjoon whose hips are trembling the hardest, and as Yoongi fully seats himself on his cock, they fall into a puddle, Yoongi gasping and sucking marks into Namjoon's neck while Namjoon's head lolls side to side against the wall. Yoongi is tight and warm and squeezing him so hard, he worries his heart may actually stop beating. 

"Ready?" Yoongi rasps against Namjoon's skin.

Namjoon, in all his disoriented wonder, blurts, "Wh—there's more?"

Yoongi's giggle is bright and lovely. "I still have to fuck you, silly. Ready?"

"N—yeah. Yeah, yes. Fuck. Please fuck me."

With a roll of his hips, Yoongi lifts himself, and just that movement alone is enough to cause something inside Namjoon's brain to snap. It feels so good, so tight yet so slick, and Namjoon worries that he will cum in exactly two seconds flat.

As Yoongi lowers himself, Namjoon cries out, hardly recognizing the pitchy, strangled sound that crawls from his throat. Yoongi's head falls back, and he moans and trembles while his hands scramble to grab onto Namjoon's shoulders.

A roll of his hips up, a crash of his thighs down, over and over until Yoongi has a set, steady pace, and their voices create a grand euphony of lewd cries against the squelch of Yoongi's ass gripping Namjoon so deliciously.

"I'm gonna cum, baby," Namjoon whines as the pleasure begins to reach a new elevation. He is certain that it is too soon, but nothing has ever felt this good and his entire body is in panic mode.

"Touch me, Joonie," Yoongi cries. "Make me cum with you."

Namjoon spits into his palm and grabs Yoongi's cock, forcing a strained sob from Yoongi's chest that further tugs Namjoon up into the heights of arousal and pleasure. Namjoon hardly strokes Yoongi and instead allows Yoongi to fuck them both, down onto Namjoon's cock and up into his hand. 

Yoongi's fingers dig into Namjoon's shoulders as he moans and sobs, "Please, please, please," as his movements become sloppy. 

"Cum, baby," Namjoon moans, pulling Yoongi's face near. "I'm so close."

Yoongi is the first to cum, spraying his release onto Namjoon's stomach fist. The sounds Yoongi makes—gruff, legato notes of pleasure—would already be enough to make Namjoon follow quickly, but it is the fluttering of Yoongi's ass around Namjoon's length, squeezing the absolute fuck out of him, that shoots Namjoon into space. 

Namjoon hardly recognizes his voice—husky yet whiny—as he spills his release into Yoongi and shakes through his orgasm. Yoongi licks and sucks on his lips and tongue as if willing more sounds from him. Then, all at once, it is overwhelming and Namjoon begins to beg. "Too much, too much, baby, please."

Yoongi lifts his hips, dropping Namjoon's spent, heavy cock against his tummy, and pulls Namjoon into a sloppy, desperate kiss. Namjoon's head spins, twinkles as if full of stars, and he sits pliant as Yoongi kisses and touches and praises him for being so, so good. 

As soon as Namjoon feels capable of moving his limbs, he wraps his arms around Yoongi and flops them onto their sides in a crooked, lopsided configuration before pulling him in for another kiss. He wants to pour his heart out—wants to tell Yoongi that he has never loved anyone so deeply as he loves him—wants to tell Yoongi he is certain he may never love anyone the same again. 

Yoongi seems to gain a little more energy and begins to assault Namjoon's cheeks and neck with enthusiastic pecks, making loud, exaggerated kissing sounds. Namjoon can't help but chuckle and try to get Yoongi to stop, feeling somewhat claustrophobic by Yoongi's close, quick movements.

"God, that was…holy shit," Yoongi mutters into Namjoon's neck as he settles down. "I have never felt so—"

Namjoon notices Yoongi hesitate and gives him a tug around the ribs. "Never felt so, what?"

Yoongi shakes his head. "There will be time for that later. I need to fuck you, now."

A chuckle leaves Namjoon, and he struggles to catch up with what Yoongi is saying. "You just fucked me, hyung. You fucked me so good, I thought my heart might actually explode."

Yoongi flops down on his side and pulls Namjoon's face close. There is a darkness in his eyes that Namjoon is shocked he is still capable of; does Yoongi plan to keep going?

"I mean, if you want to call it a night, we can, but…I was hoping to stretch you and stuff you full of my cock…if you'd let me."

Yoongi pouts, and Namjoon shakes his head with a scoff. "Pouting is emotional manipulation, hyung."

"Alternatively," Yoongi grumbles with the raise of an eyebrow, "you could let me eat you out, and if you're feeling good about it, I'll stretch you and fuck you."

Namjoon can't deny wanting to know what it feels like to be eaten out, and—with a deep, exaggerated sigh—he concedes. 

"Alright. Fine. Only because I wanna know what that tongue feels like."

"Yeah?" Yoongi asks, grinning. 

"Yeah."

The giddiness that pours from Yoongi feels a bit disarming, and Namjoon allows Yoongi to roll him over onto his stomach and position him as he likes. He definitely feels shy about letting someone get eye-level with his asshole, but he did plunge his tongue into Yoongi without a second thought and tells himself that probably he has nothing to worry about. 

Yoongi's process is the same as Namjoon's, starting with an eager tongue against his hole. The wet warmth of Yoongi's muscle is beyond anything Namjoon could have imagined, and he fears once more that he may cum too soon. And just as Yoongi had predicted, Namjoon begins to whimper for more, becoming delirious with his desperation to be fucked. 

"Finger me, hyung," Namjoon begs while gripping to his pillow. It is not long until he is accustomed to the stretch and begging again, "Another finger, please, hyung, please." Finally, after three fingers, Namjoon is babbling nonsense, "Fuck me, please. Please, please, hyung, I need you to fuck me."

Yoongi goes slow and is gentle, and as he eases Namjoon into each new stretch, Namjoon feels simultaneously on the brink of death and more alive than he has felt in all his life. By the time he is certain he is ready, he is begging Yoongi as if his life depends on it. Yoongi makes Namjoon flip onto his back, and as he settles between his knees, lubing his cock, he happily agrees to give Namjoon what he wants.

"If it's too much, we'll stretch you more, okay?" Yoongi insists. 

Namjoon feels desperate, and he nods frantically, reaching his hands out for Yoongi. "Yes, sure, whatever, just fuck me, hyung, please."

Yoongi spreads Namjoon's thighs and gets between them, rubbing the tip of his cock against Namjoon's hole. The feeling is light but exciting, and Namjoon gasps and whines, desperate for more; he feels drunk from Yoongi's touch—dizzy and needy and on the edge of total mental collapse.

"Such a good little cockslut and you haven't even felt a cock, yet," Yoongi teases.

All Namjoon can do is groan and plead with his eyes. He likes the way Yoongi talks to him, but it is something he will have to unpack later.

As Yoongi begins gently breaching Namjoon's hole, everything in the room seems to evaporate, leaving just the two of them and nothing else in the world. "Please," Namjoon sobs, and Yoongi presses in a little deeper. 

It stings and feels so good, and Namjoon breathes through the slow, steady stretch, mentally telling himself to relax, relax, holy fuck, relax. It is a process to fit Yoongi inside him—a process to open for Yoongi and be so good for him. 

When Yoongi's hips still and he waits for Namjoon to adjust to the final stretch, Namjoon reaches for Yoongi and pulls him down, eager to feel the slot of their lips together. The movement makes Yoongi's cock sink even deeper, and they connect their lips between gasps and moans. 

"Fuck, baby, you feel incredible," Namjoon whines. "I don't know which is better. But this one makes me feel fucking drunk."

Yoongi chuckles against Namjoon's lips. "I'm so glad you like it, Joonie."

"Not like," Namjoon blurts. "Love. I love this. I love you. Fuck, baby, I love you so much."

It takes the shocked, wide-eyed look on Yoongi's face to pull Namjoon back to earth and realize what he has just said. He feels his face warm, but he doesn't let it deter him. 

"Stop looking so surprised, hyung," Namjoon mutters. He is adjusted to the stretch and begins to grind himself against Yoongi, feeling punch-drunk with love and desire. "We’ve already established that we both have feelings. Now fuck me."

Yoongi scoffs, shakes his head and stares at Namjoon as if, for once, he has nothing to say. They watch each other for a few long seconds until Yoongi pulls his hips back and snaps them forward, filling Namjoon with such a force it punches the air from his lungs with a pitchy sob.

“Too rough?” Yoongi asks with a smirk.

Namjoon shakes his head. He can tell from Yoongi's amused grin that there is a dopey look on his face as he catches his breath. The fullness and dull ache of the stretch are like thorny vines laced with venom, slicing through every inch of him in an ensnaring grip that pins him to the bed. It is intoxicating.

“No,” Namjoon breathes, “I want that again. Fuck me, baby, please.”

“Anything for my Joonie,” Yoongi growls as he pulls his hips back and snaps them forward again, this time not giving Namjoon a chance to catch his breath before doing it again. He can’t begin to comprehend the arousal that pools and rushes through him as Yoongi picks up a pace that is far rougher than he fucked himself onto Namjoon’s cock earlier. 

Sloppy consonants and vowels fall from Namjoon’s mouth, some half-formed words of praise and curses. Namjoon’s arms are spread against the comforter while Yoongi holds his thighs open, and he lets his eyes trail over Yoongi’s body—pale with sakura hints that he loves so much; lithe and thin yet muscular and wide—and he allows himself to get fully swept under by overwhelming bliss. 

“Joonie, are you crying?” Yoongi asks with a concerned gaze, and Namjoon lifts an arm and brushes his hand over his temple, finding it wet. All at once, it hits him how good and loved and cherished he feels, and he begins to sob. Yoongi’s hips slow, and Namjoon shakes his head. 

“Good cry, hyung. Please keep fucking me.”

Yoongi smiles and continues, slamming his hips into Namjoon so hard it makes Namjoon feel as if his soul might be slipping from his body. He wants this again and again. He wants this as much as Yoongi will give it to him. 

“Why is my Joonie crying?” Yoongi groans sweetly through his thrusts. 

“I just f-feel so…g-good. I feel love.”

“Are you gonna cum again, Joonie?”

Namjoon is going to cum again, and soon. He nods and attempts to lift his hands. “Kiss me.”

When Yoongi leans forward and angles his body to connect their lips, the sensation becomes even more intense, and Namjoon begins to feel as if he is hurtling toward the finish line. He squeals and pants, and the tears run and run from his eyes.

“Am I hitting your prostate, Joonie?” Yoongi teases against his lips.

“Y—ah—think so.”

Sweat beads on Yoongi’s skin, and Namjoon watches as he knits his brow and drives his cock in deep, precise movements. Although Namjoon’s cock bounces and slaps between his and Yoongi’s tummies, there is a lack of friction that Namjoon expects he would need in order to cum. But he doesn’t.

“Fuck, fu—hyung, holy fuck!” Namjoon sobs as orgasm rushes over him, grips him tight and yanks him down, plunged into depths of pleasure Namjoon didn’t know were possible. Yoongi captures each sound, sucks on Namjoon’s lip and praises Namjoon for being so good. 

“My perfect cockslut,” Yoongi groans. "So good for me."

Namjoon can’t tell if he’s teasing, but he doesn’t mind; he wants to be Yoongi’s cockslut. He wants to be anything Yoongi needs him to be. 

“I’m gonna cum, Joonie,” Yoongi groans.

“Please, please cum in me, baby.”

Yoongi’s back bows as his head flies back, mouth falling open as his hips stutter, and he fills Namjoon with his release. Yoongi rasps sounds that fall short of moans, guttural and rough around the edges, and Namjoon watches in awe as he pants and rides his high above him. He is still crying, and he sniffles as Yoongi finally looks down at him.

“Awe, you’re still crying, Joonie.” Yoongi says sweetly. He pulls out of Namjoon, leaving Namjoon to feel sticky and empty and satisfied. “Did you really confess to being in love with me while I was balls deep in you?”

Namjoon heavy-blinks, feeling warm tears streak his face. “Well, when you put it that way…”

“I didn’t want to confess to loving you like that while we were fucking,” Yoongi groans, scrunching his nose. He settles atop Namjoon, not flinching as his body makes contact with the cum slowly drying on Namjoon’s tummy. 

“Emotional manipulation,” Namjoon grumbles with a smile.

Yoongi chuckles and kisses along Namjoon’s clavicle. “Exactly. But I do…you know that, right?”

Namjoon hums in question, playing dumb; he wants Yoongi to admit it with his whole chest.

“Don’t hmm me, you brat,” Yoongi teases, burying his face into Namjoon’s neck.

“I want to hear you say it,” Namjoon confesses softly. 

Yoongi lifts his head and finds Namjoon’s gaze. He settles his lips against Namjoon’s chin and smiles. “I love you, Joonie. Like…a lot. I don’t want this to be the last time we do this.”

Namjoon feels a swell of affection and hugs Yoongi close. “This won’t be the last time. In fact, I need to hear you moan on a regular basis or I might die.”

Yoongi laughs. Everything feels surreal as they lay in each other’s arms, love-confessed and fucked out. The tears have stopped, but the strong squeeze of emotion grips Namjoon tight. He can’t believe fucking his best friend could turn into something like this.

“Let’s get into a shower,” Yoongi groans against Namjoon’s chin. “You may have lost your virginity, but I still need to teach you the art of fingering the cum out of your asshole so it doesn’t potentially irritate you later.”

All Namjoon can do is laugh at Yoongi's candor as he wills himself to move. "Such a thorough teacher," he teases. 

"Only the best for my Joonie," Yoongi responds with a grin as he sits up and holds his hand out.

Namjoon feels stuck in time, staring at Yoongi in awe of everything that has transpired. A lift of Yoongi's eyebrow pulls Namjoon from his reverie, and he takes Yoongi's hand, groaning as he gets up onto shaky legs and makes his way into his bathroom. 

They shower and giggle and kiss and Namjoon feels like he is standing on clouds—feels like nothing could ever be better than it is right now. He can't believe what a big deal everything actually turned out to be—just not for the reasons he expected. Being here like this in Yoongi's care, feeling sated and loved, is far bigger than anything he could have imagined.

sorry for the abrupt ending? sometimes i get too overwhelmed and my brain goes brrrrr and i can't continue anymore lmaoooo.

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#namjoon x yoongi #namjoon smut #yoongi smut #btscarnivalnet #btswritersclub #btshoneyhive #namgi #namgi smut #namgi au #bts smut #bts fluff #fic: entanglement

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Aside from Jikook, ugh, couples 😒 who else might have hooked up in bangtan to either vent or experiment? 👀

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Taekook?

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Lol more seriously, jikook are the only members I've ever seen acting on it. There's been moments of... tension between other pairings like vmin, yoonmin, namgi, namjin, and sope, but jikook have only ever been the pairing that made me do a double take.

#quick asks #jikook

[94erz]

I love rap line content that is so clearly one duo and the 3rd member is hardcore 3rd wheeling. Hoseok with Namgi, Namjoon with Sope, Yoongi with Namseok. I think the funniest is Namjoon with Sope 'cause he is SO judgemental of their bullshit (like Yoongi sitting on Hoseok's lap when there are seats available...), but Yoongi is also hilarious when with Namseok 'cause he's just -there- pretty much just tuning them out.

I love 3rd wheel Hoseok in his own way because Namgi will be going on and on about knowing each other for 10+ years and he'll just be there like ''yup'' knowing damn well he has ALSO known them that long but doesn't wanna intrude on their moments.

#Sab talks BTS stuff #they are THE funniest trio to me

[godbirdart]

Hi! I've found you on Tumblr and I'm extremely happy for that (a divine find!). I know your art from FA and I love your style.

The prompt suggests a question, so here's a small one. Do you enjoy much art outside of the one that's similar to yours?

Well, that's it. All good wishes. ^^

oh hell yes of course i do!!

when asked what my Favorite kind of art is my mind IMMEDIATELY goes to Northwest Coast art. ever since i was a kid i've been VERY obsessed with formline art and still very much so am.

[artist: trevor angus]

as a kid my first interaction with formline art was in the form of The Spirit of Haida Gwaii by Bill Reid - a sculpture formerly featured on the canadian 20 dollar note. there's a copy of it hanging out in the museum of national history and i really need to go back to appreciate it now that i'm not a kid with an obligation to stick with a tour group. i DID get to glimpse the Jade Canoe edition in the vancouver airport for a fleeting moment between late connections - needless to say i was very heartbroken that i couldn't stick around to appreciate its detail.

the thing i absolutely go feral for are orcas in formline art. nothing - i repeat - NOTHING can compare to the sheer grip this animal in this art style has on me. i do not really have words to explain it, how i came to love this or why, i am just very enthusiastic about orcas in this style and have been for as long as i can remember.

i have a tiny handful of pins and merch made by various Haisla, Namgis and Haida artists - though only a few artists offer orca art. i don't want to just impulse-buy whatever orca i can find [etsy for example is a hellhole of stolen / appropriated art and i ain't for it] so i'm just patiently waiting around until an artist from a pacific northwest community puts up an art piece for sale.

[artist: Cori Savard - this particular print is on my to-buy list i just need to save the coin for it hhhhh]

now, completely unrelated to formline art.

i am also a fan of The Voice of Fire by Barnett Newman; if only for the fact that the museum bought this piece for 1.8 million and then proceeded to display it in the most OMINOUSLY EMPTY ROOM THEY HAD IN THE WHOLE BUILDING. my love for this painting isn't necessarily in the painting itself, but the presentation. i have stood in this room. occasionally there are other sculptures in there, but for the most part it just lingers there, isolated, glaring at you.

if we're going more into fandom culture and independent artists online, while i cannot say I've a particular Art Idol, i am a huge fan of [for lack of a better word for it] the kemono art style. i don't want to go and repost other artist's work without permission here, or make this post Even Longer, so i'll just point you in the direction of a few artists that draw in the style i'm talking about. it's first thing in the morning and i'm just barely waking up so i'm only going to post a small handful

terenry / terenryrm

mochiri

ev-oo

moonagvaze

i have a character design by terenry so i can post him as an example since i own the oc now [this is the watermarked art i pulled from my Toyhouse. the watermark is there to deter oc / art thieves but the artwork itself is by terenry]

sorry this ended up being really long aAaAA don't get me started on my favorite art i will never shut up about it. i can and will ramble for Hours about it. to say art is a passion of mine is a criminal understatement.

#long post #art

[stormblessed95]

Sometimes you and most of the jkkrs who got asks like this about tae and jk spending their time together and jimin was no where to be seen, don't acknowledge this fact that it's not always about going out with your friends was wrong or anything..but it's weird that jk was not seen with jimin spending his free time together doing something fun even once when u all called jimin his boyfriend. I mean its great to spend ur time with ur friends but don't boyfriends need time with each other doing some normal things too? Taekook spending their time like this... doesn't mean they are dating..i agree because i also think taekook are just great friends not a couple..but jk not spending time woth jimin but with all the other people like he's been doing in these past months... It also confirms at least that jikook are also just friends nothing more. I think there is no couple in the group but maybe outside of the group. Spending time with other people is not a problem here...but not spending time with your boyfriend like normal couples..going on lunch together,dinner ,in concerts even for at least shopping...i mean anything!!! Then there is a problem...or it might not be a problem because they're not romantically involved in the first place. Now I know u also gonna say something like...who knows that they don't spend their time with eachother at home or somewhere like their private place or something..but again my point is... couple also need and want to do normal things too...not just always hide evrywhere...like jk went bowling with tae..shippers gonna ship but other people was gonna still think that 2 friends went out together...then what's the problem for jk to spend his time jimin doing normal things?? At the end who didn't ship them were still gonna think they were just friends. So jk and jm are not hanging out because they don't want to and because they don't feel it's necessary as they are just friends nothing more. Anyone can be super busy but they always take some time out for their families and partners.

How quickly people forget sightings that were leaked and weren't supposed to. Moments where they said they saw each other. The fact that you don't actually think that this is one of like what 3 times Taekook have spent time together outside of home and work right? That any duo of BTS has probably done lots of things together over the DECADE of friendship they all have. We don't get sightings everytime because I'm positive they all have safe spaces that unless THEY share about it, no one will know they went there. K army also generally are fairly protective and don't just share everything they are spotted doing. Like how the people who worked at the restaurant Jikook were spotted at with friends on white day, they said it was a place jikook frequented a lot, and then after that photo leaked, they havent gone back. Its no longer a safe space for them.

It's not even about if jikook are dating or not at this point. Because I'm not saying they are "hiding" or cant be seen together. But you think vmin aren't ever spending time together? Minimoni? Jinkook? Namgi? Just because they weren't spotted by an army or they didn't talk about it with us, that must mean they aren't seeing each other unless they have to at the company? They ALL joke about spending so much time together that they are all practically married and it's not just during working hours. When we found out years later they all went to visit Daegu with Yoongi. No one spotted them and no one shared about it until a member decided to share a funny story about that time. They all hang out and go out and we just DONT KNOW ABOUT IT. And people like you need to recongize that includes Jimin and Jungkook too, especially because they've spent years telling us about how they spend so much of their time together and the other members and staff joke about how they are always together. How people were saying jikook didn't spend any time together in LA last year which meant clearly they were just friends and exactly like what you said here... only for them to talk about spending all their time together going on walks around the city and eating their meals together and a TAEKOOKER posting about spotting them together at the gym at 3am while she was there.

So this comes down to the weird idea that you know everything about them spending time together and if you don't see it constantly and consistently, it's not happening. It's weird to think taekook haven't ever hung out before going bowling. It's weird to think Jikook haven't seen each other in many weeks because we don't know about it. It's weird to think sope haven't hung out together outside of work because it hasn't been "spotted" recently. Get out of the "need to disprove shipping" bubble and think critically about how odd it is to assume that people who have been best friends for over a decade have only decided to see each other outside of work a handful of times over that said decade because the outing only counts if someone posts about it online for army 🙄

#the lack of critical thinking skills astounds me #it always comes back to object permanence

[kookieswan]

Shades of Us - Strawberry 🍓

Poly!Namgi x Reader (f)

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Poly, College!AU, Fluff, Humor (semi-crack), Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Frenemies to Lovers, Namjoon is a menace, Yoongi’s sleep deprived and scared, MC is still going with the flow.

Summary: Going out for a late night shopping trip, you didn’t expect to scare off old ladies or fight vacuums, but here you are with your two weirdo roommates.

Notes: The fourth part of SoU, time for some shopping! Hope you all enjoy it and sorry for the long wait!!!

Part of the Shades of Us Series!

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“I’m unsure if this is actually a good idea. Something tells me we might leave the store without much accomplished.” It had seemed like a good plan really. Go out together, get some food, make a night out of it. And you would still think that if Yoongi didn’t look like he was about to maul someone, Namjoon smiling with bags under his eyes. You don’t want to admit you feel just as tired as both of the men look.

“Everything is fine roomie! Yoongi’s excited, right?” You’re all currently walking toward the store from the car, Yoongi having graciously drove you over from the apartment. Yoongi blinks once, twice, before looking up at Namjoon with the most unenthused expression you’ve ever seen him make. His mouth morphs into a snarled smile before he speaks, words sarcastic and but lacking bite.

“Jumping with fucking joy as we speak.” It makes you snort, the doors to the store opening automatically in front of you. Checking your phone quickly, you see that its now 10:13PM, the perfect time to shop. Namjoon marches past the two of you, voice loud and excited as he pushes forward.

“See? Now let me grab a cart and we can get started!” He practically runs in, you and Yoon dragging your feet to meet up with him. He already has a cart read to go by the time you fully enter the store, eyes bright like a child in a cand store… which, you suppose he is at the moment. Shuffling over to Joon, you lean against the cart as he blinks down at you, looking slightly confused.

“Where did Yoongi go? He’s so teeny, he couldn’t have made it very far.” You’re about to say that he’s right behind you, but when you turn, it becomes pretty evident that no, he isn’t. Looking around, you don’t see him anywhere, so you just shrug and grunt. He’s a big boy, he can handle himself in the big scary store. The closest section to the entrance is the bakery, so you start to tug the cart that way, Namjoon diligently pushing it from behind you. Both of you nearly jump out of your skin as Yoongi comes nearly running out of a random isle, something small and pink clutched in his large hands.

“Where did you go…?” Glancing around him, you see that down the isle had some random items advertised for a sale. He holds up the bottle like its something special, a trophy he won as you and Namjoon stare at him questioningly. Its interesting how such an intimidating man can also look like the most adorable cutie in the world just by holding up some syrup.

“I want strawberry milk and there’s syrup on sale. It’s my favorite and if anyone touches it, I’ll eat them.” He gives a glare that’s supposed to look menacing, but he actually just looks adorable. Namjoon pokes his cheek as Yoongi attempts to swipe his hand away, and at this moment you’re very thankful that there aren’t many people around because its way to easy for these two to cause a scene.

“… That’s not the threat you think it is cutie pie.” Yoongi very pointedly ignores Namjoon, cheeks slowly heating up to resemble the pink syrup he tosses into the cart. You raise an eyebrow because what the hell, you want strawberry milk too. Maybe…

“Mmh, strawberry milk actually sounds yummy, I love strawberry.” Yoongi mutters out something about letting you have some, making you smile a small smile. Continuing to walk forward, you start to collect some of the items of food you need. Namjoon runs off this time, leaving you and Yoongi to go grab a loaf of bread and some dinner rolls. Het lets you pick out whatever you want, not caring much as Namjoon rounds the corner holding up a box with a big, dimpled smile.

“… What the fuck are those.” It’s becoming clear pretty clear that these two aren’t going to be much help when it comes to meal planning in the future if it’s not done beforehand, not unless you want twinkies covered in syrup. Joon waves the box around before tapping it lightly against Yoongi’s fluffy head.

“These, adorable dumpling man, are dingdongs and they are delicious.” Yoongi rips the box out of Namjoon’s hands, pausing to look at it for a second. The echo that comes forth from Yoongi smacking Namjoon’s chest with the box is surprisingly loud, loud enough that the old lady that had wandered into the isle stares at all of you in thinly veiled disgust.

“You’re a fucking dongdong.” Joon just smiles his pretty dimpled smile as you continue on your way, gathering things that you think you might need for meals. You grab most of the things in the produce section, vegetables and fruits and Yoongi continues to insist that he’s not picky, Namjoon just saying that hell eat anything but celery because fuck celery. Alright.

It’s not long before you’re wandering down the more central isles, picking up smaller ingredients that might be needed for certain dishes and avoiding any living person that isn’t Yoon or Joon. After grabbing a bag of rice, you find yourself and the boys in an isle filled with canned goods and quick meals mostly, but also sauces that could be used for different sorts of Italian dishes. Motioning for them to listen, you ask for their opinion about certain dishes.

“How do you feel about ravioli?” What can you say, you’re an absolute whore for anything involving pasta. Yoongi nods his head almost excitedly as Namjoon continues to stare at the different choices of pasta sauce, completely transfixed by the fact that there’s so many. His voice comes out so seriously, voice deadpan as he observes the red liquid.

“I fuck with Chef Boyardee.” So, Namjoon has choses violence it seems. Yoongi actually giggles at that, mostly surprised by the statement but also just as concerned as you are. Its at this point that you know he’s tired as hell if he’s giggling at Namjoon’s familiar but still odd antics.

“… And I fuck with you never saying something as horrid as that ever again in your life.” Joon sighs and looks between the two of you before gesturing to the sauce, eyebrows raised and eyes wide. He actually looks like he might be tearing up because of course, pasta sauce has that effect on everyone, right?

“Look, I can’t cook so I had to make do with what was given to me. Anything canned is usually fine, and I’ll admit that I’ve spent most of my college years eating just cereal or toast.” The thought makes you cringe, knowing very well from limited experience that Joon really can’t cook for shit. You’ll have to make him some decent meals, and you know that Yoongi will help you if you ask him nicely.

Grabbing some sauce, you gather a few other things in the isle before wandering out with they boys. You grab some snack items like chips, necessities like milk and butter, and then make your way to the frozen section to pick up some quick meals. Wandering by the ice cream and frozen snacks, Namjoon cheers excitedly as he flings the freezer door open and pulls out a large-ish box.

“A whole ice cream cake Namjoon? Really? I’m starting to become a tiny bit concerned about your eating habits buddy.” It’s quickly dawning on you that almost everything you’ve got outside of meal specific things has been questionable to an extent. But hey, at least it’s helping you figure out the kinds of food they like to eat, which mostly seems to be completely fucking random.

“It’s strawberry! Both of you tiny little things like strawberry, right sweetheart?” Nodding and very purposely not looking into Namjoon’s eyes, you watch as Yoongi begrudgingly nods as well. That’s all Namjoon needs to set the cake in the cart, pat your head, and then start up on his way again. A menace, he’s a damn menace and he doesn’t even know it.

The menace mentions something about wanting to grab some juice before you all leave, and so you allow him to run off again. You grab some soda for upcoming movie nights, not noticing that Yoongi has gone rigid beside you at first. Glancing over to him, you pause as he steps back a few paces, as something mechanical moves toward you.

“What the fuck is that?!” Its beeping, slowly moving toward you at a rate that isn’t even close to menacing. That doesn’t stop Yoongi from clutching your arm, trying to hide behind you as the machine gets closer. Its hard not to laugh at his actions, but you school yourself a squeeze his arm in return for some form of comfort. You try your best to explain it to him, making sound non-threatening.

“… It’s an automatic vacuum. Like a rumba but bigger I think.” You’ve seen them here before, but most of the time they’re usually turned off or not moving toward you. It’s a little uncanny you suppose, something new and completely unfamiliar moving toward you. However, you can’t say that you’re scared of it quite like Yoongi seems to be.

“And I fucking hate it with every fiber of my being. It’s creeping me the fuck out, like what the fuck-” Namjoon’s rounding the corner as the words leave Yoongi’s lips, multiple bottles of juice balanced in his large arms. He runs into the oversized vacuum, not having noticed it, nearly knocking the damn thing over with his enormous body. The blush that washes over his cheeks is cute, mumbling out small ‘sorrys’ to the thing like it actually has feelings or something.

“So uh, I think were all good to check out guys! Heh…” Namjoon sets the juice in the back of the cart, rubbing his head a s Yoongi continues to stare at him with an unreadable expression. Maybe he’s blown away that Namjoon saved him from the scary vacuum monster. They both really need to stop being so endearing.

Yoongi grabs the cart and quickly pushes it past the machine, nearly running to get the fuck out of the isle. You and Joon trail behind him, Joon rubbing his arm in the place that he bumped into the dumb thing. Not being able to stop yourself, you poke at it and he pouts, flicking your finger away as you giggle. Yoongi pushes the cart into self-checkout lane, and you all work together to quickly get everything scanned. It was agreed on earlier that you’d all toss some money together for the groceries as it would be easier then trying to figure things out separately.

“Look at that! We spent a little under our budget. Good job picking stuff out guys.” It’s a little troubling to you, just how handsome Namjoon looks to you right now. Big smile, messy hair, glasses perched on his pretty nose. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that Yoongi was feeling the same thing, eyes slightly widened as he glances at the taller man, looking just as handsome Clearing your throat, you start pushing the cart toward the door.

“We all set to head home then? I think we got everything we need for now. If not, we can just go out again sometime this week and get what we need.” You agree that everything’s good to go, glad that the long day is over, but also glad that you got to spend some time with the guys. Its amazing to you how well you get along with both of them and living together is looking to be one of the greatest decisions you’ve made.

“Yes, because I’m fucking exhausted and plan on sleeping for at least a year.” Poor Yoongi’s dragging his feet beside you, practically sleepwalking as he stumbles. He doesn’t even flinch as Namjoon slides an arm around his shoulder, gently pulling the smaller man along toward the car with a fond smile. You’re all overly tired at this point and getting some nice sleep sounds like the best thing in the world right now.

“Alright, I’ll drive then cutie. You two help me get everything loaded in and then rest up and I’ll have us home in no time.”

#shades of us #namgi poly #namgi x reader poly au #namjoon x you #namjoon x reader #namjoon fluff #namjoon x y/n #yoongi x y/n #yoongi x reader #yoongi x you #yoongi fluff #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #bts fluff #bts college au

[yersina]

For your s class asks, au where Yoojin used to pet sit for his neighbours pets for some extra cash whenever he doesn’t have a job to do. When he awakens, he ended up with an animal taming ability, making him a legit monster tamer (would be funny if it worked with high ranked monsters as well)

When Yoojin sees the terrifying, pterodactyl-like monster heading for his boss’s van, he doesn’t stop to think. Without a single thought in his head other than desperate panic and an overwhelming desire for Lee Soojin and Im Namgi to stay alive, he whistles sharply, the way he does when he’s first starting to train a dog, and shouts, “Stop!” with as much confidence and sternness as he can muster.

Later, he’ll clutch his head and wonder why the fuck he thought this would work, because under any normal circumstances it shouldn’t have. The monster should’ve devoured them both. Yoojin should’ve died with them. But he stands there now, hands shaking with adrenaline and throat still aching with his yell, and watches the monster pause and turn around with a combination of terror and relief.

“B… back away from them,” he adds, since the monster doesn’t seem like it’s on the offensive anymore, and to his utter shock, it does. It climbs off of the car, ignoring the startled yelps of the people within, and instead walks towards Yoojin. “Oh, fuck.”

It slowly creeps forward, using claws on its wings and its short hind legs to unsettlingly and jerkily crawl along the ground, until its giant, sharp beak that was until only a second ago poised to dive into his boss’s car is only an arms-length away. At this distance, Yoojin can see its dark eyes, clear and focused on Yoojin, and how its head is covered in short, iridescent black feathers that almost look like scales. It’d be beautiful, if not for the needle-sharp teeth that poke out of its beak.

“What,” he croaks quietly, not daring to move. There’s a lesson about scaring away wildlife blaring in the back of his brain, but none of them hold a candle to the reality of being stared at by a creature that could undoubtedly kill him with half a thought.

It makes a strange noise in its throat, something between a chirp, click, and purr. It sounds… friendly, bizarrely enough, and the creature doesn’t look like it’s about to rip his head from his shoulders, but Yoojin doesn’t trust that for a single second. He doesn’t dare move.

The moment—if it could even be called a moment, rather than a pause before the creature could eat Yoojin for interrupting its previous meal—is shattered by the ear-piercing cry of another pterodactyl creature. His eyes instinctively go for the new threat, which is flying towards them with single-minded focus, before he remembers that he shouldn’t take his eyes off the thing that could kill him right now.

Instead of having a chunk taken out of him like he expects, though, the creature in front of him whips its head around and lets out one of those same ear-piercing cries and lunges for the other creature. Yoojin has to raise an arm against the dust and gravel that’s inadvertently flung into his face, but when he squints his eyes open again, the first flying creature has already tackled the second one full force and is obviously trying to gouge it in two.

Are they fighting over who gets to eat us…? Yoojin spends a moment staring in disbelief, before he remembers Lee Soojin and Im Namgi all at once and sprints towards the overturned van.

“Boss!” he yells, and is overwhelmingly thankful for the way Lee Soojin immediately pops her head out of the window and waves that she’s okay. “Do you need help?”

“I think we’ll be okay as long as nothing else comes at us!” True to word, she begins hauling herself out of the window and turns to grab her husband as soon as she’s free. Yoojin hurries over to help them both down, and they all duck for cover as soon as they can get their bearings.

“What do you think those are?” Im Namgi asks shakily, looking out at the scene of destruction laid before them through the window of the bank they’re taking cover in. There are other people in here too, but most of them are huddled as far from the windows as they can, apart from the security guard who’d let them through the doors. “They’re not like any animals I’ve ever seen.”

“They look like dinosaurs,” Yoojin offers, “but that doesn’t make sense either.”

“Who cares what they are,” Lee Soojin groans, sliding down the wall and staring up at the ceiling in despair. “They’re still wreaking havoc either way.”

Yoojin turns to join her, but a flash of blue in the corner of his eye catches his attention first. It’s a glowing blue screen hovering in the air, reminiscent of a game window.

[The Awakening of Han Yoojin has been registered.]

Once Yoojin reads that window, another pops up.

[Awakened Han Yoojin

Level 1

Stamina: 6 | Strength: 4 | Agility: 5 | Spirit: 4 | Mana: 2

Titles — Caregiver (S), Monster Tamer (A)

Caregiver additional skills…

Monster Tamer additional skills…

Skills

Strength Up (E): Strength of the target + 5% (Immediate effect, similar and/or identical skills cannot overlap), duration 30 minutes

Agility Up (E): Agility of target + 5% (Immediate effect, similarity and/or identical skills cannot overlap), duration 30 minutes]

Yoojin has to sit down.

“Hey,” he says to Lee Soojin once he’s taken a deep breath. “Is there anything strange in the air right now?”

She raises a sardonic eyebrow. “You mean other than the dinosaur creatures?”

“No, inside the bank.”

She gives him a concerned look, but she gamely gives the entire bank a passing glance. By the time her eyes settled back on Yoojin, she should’ve seen the window. “There’s nothing out of the ordinary here. Yoojin-ah, are you okay?”

“Other than the dinosaur creatures?” he jokes weakly and earns himself a snort. “I’m fine.”

So he’s the only one who can see the windows. He settles back against the wall and takes another look at… whatever the windows are supposed to be. As he scrolls through the information, careful not to be too obvious about his movements, he’s overwhelmingly reminded of video games and fantasy stories. Except—

Except.

This is real life. If his concentration wavers even a little, the screams of people outside are all too audible. There’s the sound of crunching glass, the shriek of metal, the frantic pounding of feet. This is not a video game, and yet somehow Yoojin is a player.

What is happening?

“Oh my god,” someone whimpers from across the room. “There—it’s here. Why is it looking at us? The rest of them have ignored the insides of buildings.”

Yoojin scrambles back from where his back was pressed against the front-facing wall, followed closely by Lee Soojin and Im Namgi and anyone else who’d taken shelter at the entrance. Right there, crouched over the space Yoojin had just been sitting, is one of the feathery flying monsters, peering intently through the glass.

“It’s not attacking us,” someone else whispers. “Maybe if we all stay quiet and still, it’ll go away?”

The creature doesn’t move, and neither does anyone else in the room. Yoojin’s eyes catch on a series of scratches down the creature’s flank, like something had turned a set of sharp claws against it. Like… like another one of those flying creatures.

[Current targets: Agile Devil Pterosaur (C-Rank)], the blue window had said when he’d clicked on the monster tamer title. Maybe that would explain why the first dinosaur that had attacked them had turned on its own kind? Maybe it was something Yoojin did? Is this what the taming skill does?

Without thinking, Yoojin takes a step forward and has his wrist caught by Lee Soojin before he can move any farther. “What are you doing?!” she hisses, eyes wide in fear. “Stay here!”

“I think it’ll be okay,” he reassures, and curses himself for the hesitation that’s audible in his voice. “I… I think it’s here for me.”

“What does that mean?” she demands. Yoojin tugs on her grip until she lets him go, and she curses. “Yoojin, you’re not allowed to sacrifice yourself for us or whatever harebrained scheme you’ve got cooked up! It’ll just come after us next!”

Yoojin breathes out a laugh. “Don’t worry, I don’t think that’s what will happen.” And then, before he meets any other resistance, he strides to the door and slips outside.

It’s loud. Much louder than what he was able to hear inside the bank, and he’d barely been able to ignore it while he was in there. There’s a flying dinosaur creature perched on a car not far from where he’s standing, too far for it to notice him stepping outside but easily within swooping distance. He gulps.

The flying creature—Agile Devil Pterosaur, or whatever it’s called—stays shockingly docile as he closes the door behind him and they both size each other up. It cocks its head when Yoojin fails to do anything other than stare at it, and lets out one of those clicky chirp-purrs.

“Hi.” Yoojin’s voice cracks in the middle of the word and he has to cough awkwardly. “You… Do you understand me?” It clicks its teeth together at that, which would be encouraging if it weren’t so threatening. “Right…”

As if sensing his hesitation, the pterosaur slowly bows forward until it fits the tip of its beak under Yoojin’s hand. This time, the purr is more pronounced, and in combination with the gesture and the way Yoojin can spot its tail wagging slowly back and forth, he has a fairly good idea of what it means.

Oh god, he thinks faintly, I have a pet dinosaur?

“Okay,” he says, because there’s no amount of time in the world that would allow him to process all of this. “Okay.” Just—just pretend that it’s a dog. It’s a huge, feathery, murderous dog. Oh god.

The ground rumbles alarmingly, and Yoojin is forced to throw his arms forward for balance, inadvertently caught by the hulking form of the pterosaur. Further down the street, what looks to be a gigantic tree has split the road in two, cracking the pavement and throwing the sea of abandoned cars into disarray. When he looks more closely, there are people struggling in the branches, temporarily out of reach from the swarm of pterosaurs around the tree’s base but soon to be in danger once they figure it out.

Yoojin looks consideringly at his—his tamed monster? His pet? It looks back at him patiently, feathered tail snaking back and forth, and Yoojin makes a decision. “Let’s do this.”

He whistles, and the pterosaur visibly straightens to attention. “Let’s start by rescuing those people, okay?” He points at the people still clinging to the branches of the tree desperately. “Bring them back here when you’re done. Be gentle!”

The pterosaur lets out a shrill cry and takes off in the direction of the tree. Yoojin takes a moment to scan the street, looking for others that could use help. He doesn’t know what his stats mean, but until he can figure it out, he’ll be treating himself as the same squishy human he’s always been.

There’s a man to his right who’s punching the creatures with a speed and strength that can’t possibly be human, fist glowing red when he pauses to take a rest. There’s a teenager further down the street who weaves impossibly fast between the mess of wreckage around them, light and graceful on her feet as she escorts people to safety.

That’s who I can be, Yoojin thinks determinedly, and squares his shoulder as he spots the first two rescues dangling in the feet of his pterosaur, winging towards him slowly.

Come on, Han Yoojin. Let’s help people.

#robins-on-lea #sina writes #sctir #s classes that i raised #fanfiction #tamer au #hi I have so many thoughts abt this au #my brain completely hijacked this concept after I started writing #i think the monster taming skill/title is canon? i think yj mentions that there aren’t enough high rank tamers pre-reg iirc #which is why the caregiving title + skills are so valuable in comparison #but naturally yj makes it his mission to level it up as much as possible ((to keep up w yh shhh)) #speaking of yh #i think in this au yj and yh actually get along for much longer than canon pre-reg #but yj stays in dungeon break cleanup efforts bc he feels like that’s where he’ll be most useful #esp before organized dungeon clearing efforts become a thing #and he’s horrifically squishy if there isn’t anything protecting him #so yh is just constantly terrified that smth will go wrong and he doesn’t really trust any of yj’s tamed monsters #and yj interprets his hostility and reluctance as disapproval of what he’s choosing to do (instead of like clearing dungeons or smth) #so it’s more of an ideological split. maybe. #like I said I have a lot of thoughts akdndjendj #also yj names the pterosaur to be 공룡이 (공룡 = dinosaur) bc in this house we stan yj’s awful naming ability

[savventeen]

mr. sandman, bring me a dream

pairing: woozi x gn!reader rating: T (for one f-bomb lol) wc: 0.8k warnings: unhealthy sleeping/working habits, vague mentions of mental health issues, mentions of self-esteem issues, confessions tags: is this considered angst??, emotional h/c??, i honestly don't know how to categorize this, it's not fluff but it's still soft?? i think???, idolverse summary: jihoon overworks himself (again) and gets secretly cuddled by reader (i don't know how to summarize this either i'm sorry) a/n: this was originally a namgi drabble i wrote for the prompt 'things you said when you thought i was asleep'

A weight dipping down on the bed behind him drags Jihoon into a reluctant semi-consciousness.

He's vaguely aware of the fact that he's not entirely sure how he ended up here. The last thing he remembers is chugging his third (fourth? fifth?) diet coke slash redbull combo and pulling up the track that's been driving him insane for the last thirty-six hours, and then... nothing.

If he were anyone else, he would probably be concerned about the apparent lost time. But this isn't the first time he's woken up in bed after passing out at the studio. Both he and Soonyoung are no strangers to being forcefully dragged home by worried members finding them having worked themselves half to death.

Though "woken up" is a very generous term in this instance. He's still mostly in dreamland, and he's tempted to let himself tilt all the way back into the warm and comfortable darkness, but something keeps him from drifting off completely.

Whoever's behind him sighs, long and heavy. It's the kind of sound someone's lungs make when they're filled with a helpless kind of worry — the kind that doesn't come with an easy fix and so it steadily rises inside them, a slow and murky flood.

If Jihoon were more awake, he'd be worried. And he is worried, but his body and mind are still so exhausted that it's taking every ounce of willpower to hold onto his thin sliver of consciousness.

It's quiet for a while, long enough that Jihoon wonders if the person behind him fell asleep. And then — there's a touch so gentle that he thinks he's imagining it at first. Furtive fingers trace barely-there patterns into the base of his neck, and then they slowly trail up to curl in the ends of his hair.

Something within Jihoon both warms and freezes at the touch.

It's not that the touch is unwanted. In fact, the touch is very much wanted, craved even. But— but. The part of him that's always so angry and sad and confused, the shadow that lives inside him and begs him to sabotage every good thing — it is so very good at convincing him that he doesn't deserve that kind of softness. That his edges have become too sharp, too jagged.

While the shadow sleeps, Jihoon lets himself soak up the feeling like a sponge.

The fingers leave after a few moments, only to be replaced by a warm hand curled around his sheet-covered shoulder. A thumb moves back and forth across the fabric, a comforting metronome that almost sends Jihoon back into a peaceful slumber. But then the thumb pauses, and he thinks he hears whoever's behind him whisper fuck it, and then someone's nose is tucked up against his back between his shoulder blades and an arm is wrapped over his waist and tucked up near his chest.

Suddenly, maddeningly, Jihoon finds himself being held.

And it's nice. So nice. He can't remember the last time he let himself be held like this, let himself be cradled without overthinking every square inch of touch.

The person sighs again, the weight of the world fanning out across Jihoon's back in a warm breath that seeps through the thin layers of fabric and directly into his skin.

"I wish you'd let us love you, Jihoonie."

The voice is a murmur, barely audible in the silence of the bedroom, but Jihoon hears it. He hears it and knows it and he realizes — it's you.

Then the words process in his sleep-addled mind, and his heart aches. It whispers, I don't think I know how.

"I wish... I wish you'd let me love you. Let me take care of you." The words keep tumbling near-silent out of your mouth, a secret only barely given breath. "And not just when you're asleep. You—" You hug Jihoon tighter against your chest, and Jihoon's never felt so conflictingly filled and hollowed out, exhaustion swirling everything up inside him. "If you aren't going to take care of yourself, love yourself, then you have to let us do it for you."

I don't think I know how, Jihoon thinks again, helplessly. The melancholy in your voice hurts him, but he's held onto consciousness too long already, and he feels himself slipping back under, his thoughts falling away like sand between his fingers.

"I love you so much, Jihoonie." A vow, one you must think is swallowed by the silence for no one else to hear.

Jihoon hears.

"Please let me."

Before sleep is able to completely overtake him, he clings to one last thought. I think I want to learn how to let you.

#woozi x reader #woozi x you #seventeen writing #svt writing #jihoon x reader #jihoon x you #seventeenweeklyarticle #while typing this up i realized i use/reference metronomes a lot in my writing #not entirely sure what to do with this information lol #anyway i hope y'all enjoy this #savv writes #savv fics

[biaswreckme]

maroon | namgi

part of a series of (very) short fics inspired by taylor swift songs

"How the hell did we lose sight of us again?"

Pairing: Namjoon/Yoongi

Member: Namjoon, Yoongi,

Length: 238 words

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, smut

Rating: 18+

Triggers/Warnings: implied sex, sad vibes, hopeful ending maybe?

You can read it on: AO3

When they looked at the clock on the phone, they noticed they had lost track of time yet again that evening. Yoongi’s legs were over Namjoon’s, both sitting on the floor at the younger’s studio. They clinked cheap glasses with expensive whiskey, scarlet cheeks under low lights, their most recent finished pieces playing over the speakers. This was something that they had not done in a while; the rush of producing for other people, traveling around, the tour of a solo project, busy visiting parents.

All excuses not to do this. All excuses not to feel this intimacy again after the last time, after the uncertainty and lack of communication. 

That last time, when Namjoon dropped his glass and it stained Yoongi’s white t-shirt. When the moment of rushing with a napkin turned into the rushing of lips pressing into a deep and longful kiss. When there were blushing body parts being discovered for the first time in all these years of knowing each other. When they woke up together the following day, both memories and clothes strewn about the place. When they did not talk afterward. When there were gazes avoided in the hallway. When they lost sight of each other - and their friendship - for a while.

It had been too long, but there was whiskey again. There was incense burning dangerously close to expensive furniture. And soon they were dancing, no shoes, new marks on collarbones.

#thebtswritersclub #52hertz #namjoon #yoongi #namgi #bts #bts fanfic #bts imagine #bts fic #bts smut #bts angst #bts fanfiction #bts imagines #rapline #rm #suga #agust d #my works

[theharrowing]

WOW i just finished the namgi a/b/o fic at just over 39k words. the speed at which i wrote this angsty, sexy little two shot is absolutely astounding, considering everything else i have had going on. i cannot wait to show you. (but i have to wait a little while, because it is for a fest and it won’t be immediately revealed to the public. also because i cant decide what to call it lol. 🤪)

anyway THIS is why my presence on this app has been kinda quiet. i have been spending so many waking moments doing nothing but thinking about and writing this story. i am so excited and i hope all my mxm readers love it.

#updates