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peachypinkygloss · 10 months

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hiiii beloved ! already said that but im so so happy for you, you deserve it and so many more! let's go to 1 billion !!!!

stepbros!namjoon and jungkook, dumbfication, manipulation and dollification or bimbo reader idk totally up to u ! do and add what u want my love, i just know is going to be amazing 😌

and again, congrats peachy, love uuuu 🥳💜

- m🤍

sjjsjhgvufdh hi baby 🥺 thank you so much !! 😩 i love you a lot lot lot <3 your support means the world to me ): 🤍

remember

When alone in the house, your stepbrothers play with you.

pairing: stepbrother!namjoon x fem!reader x stepbrother!jungkook

genre: step siblings au, smut

warnings: joon and jk are meanies (like assholes of the year award im not kidding (why is this hot tho)), pseudo incest, kind of dub-con, free-use??, manipulation, degradation, dumbification, crybaby reader 🥲, fingering, cum eating, 1k words.

a.n.: filth is my second name btw AND as always don't read if you don't like!!

This is part of my 2k milestone celebration! Here is the post for the drabble game if you want to participate and send in a request of yours! 🤍

♡・2k celebration masterlist・♡

"What's the matter, mh?" Jungkook whispers in your ear, his fingers skillfully moving in your cotton panties, tracing your puffy clit. "Too stupid to form a simple sentence?" He mocks and you can't help the whine escaping your mouth right after.

Jungkook is being really unfair and mean, as usual. Nothing's new, except for the manly hand dancing in your underwear while your other stepbrother, Namjoon, is in the kitchen. It won't take long until he comes back into the living room.

It's exactly at that moment that you hear Namjoon's footsteps approaching, Jungkook's mouth beside your ear whispering to you again. "Remember, that's what you wanted," he smiles, knowing he has you wrapped around his finger.

He quickly grabs your chin and turns your head around in order to kiss your lips, exploring your mouth with his tongue. He backs away before Namjoon enters the room, keeping his hand at the right place where it belongs.

"What's wrong with y'all?"

You freeze when you hear your brother's deep voice, a scowl drawing on his face. His brows are frowned, looking disappointed, but he doesn't seem to want to stop Jungkook, not at all. You have the impression that he knew and didn't expect it to actually happen.

Jungkook's fingers penetrate you and you gasp loudly, tears forming in your eyes as you feel your pussy burn, fingers stretching you out really well.

You glance in Jungkook's direction, watery eyes asking for pity, begging for mercy. But that's what you wanted, wasn't it?

He doesn't have any pity for you, you realize, and so you turn your head back around, gaze shifting up to Namjoon's face. "I- I-" you begin, but miserably stop as Jungkook starts pumping in and out of your wet pussy. "I asked for it!" You finally squeak out, grasping on Jungkook's arm.

You open your legs wider despite you, your entire body on fire, Jungkook's fingers being too big for your own good. This one smirks at you, satisfied you listened to him and lied to Namjoon. Willingly or not, you did what he said because you're nothing more than his dumb little stepsister.

"I'm sorry, Joonie, I'm sorry," you sob out, apologizing because Jungkook has made you believe it was just all your fault. Sure, you're nowhere near against it, let's not lie, but you also feel like you're betraying Namjoon.

The last time you were alone in the house, Jungkook was locked up in his room playing on his Playstation and Namjoon was studying in his room, too.

You don't really remember how it happened, but it hadn't been long until you found yourself getting pounded into your mattress, crying fat tears under Namjoon.

You had almost lost any rational thoughts that day, only remembering his name that you were crying out each time his hand around your throat tightened or when his cock reached impossibly deep into you.

"No, you're not," Namjoon shakes his head, refusing your lame apology. He steps closer, placing himself just in front of you so you have to tilt your head up to look at him. "Do you know what you are, though?" He questions.

Your eyebrows knit together, confused. "No..." You mutter, shamelessly getting fucked by Jungkook's fingers. Your nails dig into his forearm and scratch his skin as you claw at it, leaving white trails and crescent forms behind.

Namjoon leans over and grabs your chin, his eyes boring into yours. "A stupid slut," he responds all too casually, his hot breath hitting your face.

Maybe he's right because the only thing you can answer is a moan as Jungkook finds your sensitive spot way too easily. Your mouth is agape and you whine in Namjoon's face. You should be embarrassed, but shame doesn't even make its way to your brain as you're too overwhelmed by the pleasure building up in your core.

"What did we do to deserve a brainless girl like you as our sister, huh?" Jungkook chuckles beside you while your gaze is still connected with Namjoon's, little pearls falling down on your burning cheeks.

"I'm sorry," you mumble, weak and defeated. Always sorry for something that isn't technically your fault. That hand didn't sneak in your panties by itself, someone's controlling it. And Namjoon didn't break into your room just like that, it was calculated.

In the end, it doesn't matter whose fault it is because you want it as much as they do.

"Stop fucking whining, you're annoying," Namjoon scolds and you close your mouth, really feeling ashamed now. "This is what you wanted, so fucking take it," he says with a firm voice, making your heart ache in your rib cage and your walls clench around Jungkook's long fingers.

Namjoon lets go of your face roughly and now Jungkook completely wrecks you, moving in and out of you and curling his fingers inside, his digits patting the spongy spot inside your pussy.

You move your legs apart until your feet dangle in the air, hands grasping on the cushions underneath, nails sinking into the material. You keep your mouth shut, but your whines are still heard as well as your sobs, hips bucking upward to meet your brother's hand.

"You're going to cum, aren't you, baby girl?" Jungkook wonders, but it's evident. Your thighs are shaking, your cunt can't stop clenching around him and your cries are amplifying. "God, you're sucking my fingers in like a slut."

Of course, it's after he says that that you feel your high approaching, knot in your stomach tightening. You can't keep your mouth closed anymore and moan out as your orgasm passes through you intensely.

You close your legs around his hand, now too sensitive to handle his fingers. You breathe heavily, looking at them with a blurry vision and damped cheeks from your tears.

Jungkook slowly retracts his hand away from your heat, licking his fingers clean from your cum. You have the feeling that this isn't finished, quite far from it, and you're soon proven right.

Namjoon pulls you up by your arm, only to shove you against the couch on your stomach after. "If you cry again, I won't have any other choice than to shut you up myself."

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astronautbyjin · 24 days

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kim line

#SOMETHING ABOUT THEM SOMETHING ABOUT THEM BEING MY FAMILY #jin #namjoon #taehyung #bts #kim line #p sure i have that as a tag #m #just look at themmmmmmmmm

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jung-koook · 1 year

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Namjoon will be appointed the ambassador for the Ministry of National Defense's excavation team on June 1st (live link)

#namjoon #rm #bangtan #bts #info #the ambassador position has nothing to do with his m*litary service

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cinnaminyoons · 1 year

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ONLY ONES WHO KNOW !!

!! knj x m!reader

!! wc | 5.8k

!! tags | joon/reader are around 30 (implied), drinking, suggestive (reader comes off a little subby, but not as a bottom), reader seduces joon with facts about sea creatures, i don’t know how to write people who hate each other so the relationship is more like annoying x annoyed

[ event masterlist ]

professors of different faculties

seven minutes in heaven

“is that the best you can do?”

kim namjoon, head of the 'historical' aspect of the university's school of philosophical, historical, and international studies, is a terrible man to make an enemy of. his frowns are sharp and his tongue is sharper, lashing at loud talkers during his lectures and idiotic faculty heads alike, and he is never seen without a perfectly-pressed three-piece suit.

despite his severe outfits and hard-to-impress attitude, the passion he has for anthropology resonates in his voice, in his hands, and in his shoulders. his smooth voice grows quick and bouncy when he covers prehistoric art and relates cueva de las manos to the modern family, or even the brief few slides about the denisovan girl. he's usually a patient person, a trait that many of his students can attest to, but when it comes to one man, every notion of it flies out the window with a crash.

you. you. maritime archaeology was your schtick. you did your postgraduate studies overseas, and you could often be found nattering away with your students in their mother tongue. he wanted to dislike you – you, with your messy folded sleeves and lack of a tie – but when you turned to him, all shining eyes and little waves, he could feel the chains of the drawbridge loosen just one notch more.

"he-llo, professor kim."

he doesn't look up, tapping away at his laptop. "seat's taken, yn."

your brow furrows briefly and you glance around, meeting the eyes of a few mutual students who look on with feigned disinterest. you glance back down at him and set your white bowl of katsu curry on the table. "you? waiting on a friend? i thought i was your only one."

you move to sit down, but he grabs his bag and dumps it on the chair beside him – all without looking away from his screen.

"now, that's just unnecessary," you huff. you slide your bowl and drink to the other side of the table and grab a nearby chair. setting it down, you take a smug seat, leaning back in it as you slip the chopsticks out of the crisp paper sleeve.

you snap them apart and crack open the bottle of soft drink. you begin to eat quietly, scrolling through your phone to get a head start on the several thousand emails you have piled up in your inbox. your shirt is open one button lower than usual, and he fights the urge to comment on it. if he knows you – and he does, however unwillingly – you will come in tomorrow with the entire thing undone. he contents himself by glancing occasionally and pursing his lips.

a few minutes of silence pass in relative peace. the small cafeteria sits by the entrance to the law library, and namjoon was, until very recently, dead certain that you wouldn't find him here.

shame on him, doubting your determination.

"you know, i have never seen you eat anything at work."

he drags his gaze upwards, almost an eye roll, but too constrained. he lifts a brow behind thin black spectacles. "is that really so interesting?"

"given that i've known you for eight months and have seriously wondered if you have to plug yourself into a wall socket every night, yes. what do you eat? where do you eat?" you lean forward in open fascination.

he lowers his eyes and shakes his head, returning to his word document. "i won't tell you because if i did, you'd never stop bothering me. i like to have a moment of peace every once in a while, if you couldn't tell."

you gesture vaguely with your spoon and open your mouth to speak, before narrowing your eyes. "are those... new?"

his eyes flicker up again. "what are you talking about?"

"those. your glasses. did you get new ones?"

for a second, he looks so baffled that you can't help but burst into laughter.

"you're too cute," you coo. "of course you got new ones. what am i even asking?"

he wonders if you're fucking with him. these frames are the exact same as the ones he got last time; they should be indistinguishable.

"they look good on you."

you're definitely fucking with him.

he sighs. "thank you," he says warily. "are you going to keep staring at me, or are you going to eat your lunch? it'll go cold."

"don't take it the wrong way. anything noteworthy about your face is immediately negated by that bland suit. have you so much as glanced at a fashion magazine in the last three decades?" propping your chin on your hand, you grin, your eyes glinting. "i'm feasting on your little pout."

he wants to dislike you.

"maybe if you were head of fashion design, i'd listen to you," he replies primly. "but you spend half your time in the water. you reek of sea salt and wouldn't know dressing well if it slapped you in the face."

your mouth falls open and you scoff in exaggerated offence. "whoa! i do dress well. that really hurt, namjoon."

"your belt and your shoes are different colours."

"what are you looking at my belt for?" you ask with a wink and a suggestive grin.

"you've never gone a minute without folding your sleeves, regardless of who you're meeting that day."

"it's part of my roguish charm and attests to my qualifications." you slide them up your arms.

"your hair constantly looks as if you've stepped freshly from a car quickie."

"i hear jealousy," you tease.

namjoon purses his lips, lowering his laptop lid. you lean back in your seat with a triumphant glitter in your eyes.

"admit it," you tell him. "you envy me. i mean, who wouldn't? i know a lot about whale sharks and old ships, still have outstanding student debt, and still look absolutely stunning in a wetsuit."

he forces a smile, and your grin widens as he drops forward on his elbows. he must be particularly short-fused today; it usually takes a lot longer for him to crack. it wasn't even your best attempt.

"keep it in your pants, narcissus. you wear spandex and find things buried in the sand – great. a five-year-old can do that. do you know what a five-year-old can't do? my job."

"what, wax poetic about the enduring essentiality of human love despite the aeons and spanning epochs? i do that every saturday night. nobody pays me for it."

"what would you know about love? you're too busy petting sharks to even look a man in the eye."

"pet a shark when it lays still because it trusts you and say that again. bettie taught me what love is. you read one book and think you know everything – the fool's curse."

"i don't think i know everything," he says, and sounds quite offended. "that's why i keep reading. you, on the other hand, haven't picked up a book in ten years."

"untrue! i pick up books. then i put them down. i'm more of a hands-on learner, actually."

he picks up his laptop and slides it into his messenger bag. "you're an embarrassment to be around. i'm pained just talking to you."

"oh, namjoon, don't be like that. it's all in good fun."

all in good fun for you. he feels like the blood vessels in his brain will rupture if he spends another second in your presence.

as he turns to leave, you call out, "are you coming to the get-together?"

it's really a 'party', but as serious adults with hundreds of peer-reviewed articles published in respectable journals between everyone, there was a unanimous agreement to make it sound as if you'll be doing anything more professional than what a gaggle of twenty-year-olds would do.

he would rather drink himself into a coma by himself. at least his home would be comfortable and warm, and he would be wearing something more suited to a blackout drinking session than a tweed jacket and polished leather shoes.

you're going to be there. he would know it even if he wasn't told; your popularity extends past your students.

"yes, i will be coming."

your grin brightens and the surprised glimmer in your eyes is pleasingly... sparkly.

"really?" you laugh with a hint of disbelief. "well, i'm excited to see you there! the dress code's casual, by the way. that means no ties, cool?"

"i know what casual means," he replies tetchily. he averts his eyes. "but yes, i will go. goodbye, yn."

as he strides away, long legs carrying him easily to his next workshop, you know you must look like an idiot, beaming after a man whose dislike of you is widely documented.

you smile into your curry. this was the first time he said goodbye to you first.

—

"yo, namjoon! you look so good – i didn't even know you had that in your wardrobe!"

"i don't. i killed someone for this shirt."

seokjin squints at him, holding at a distance by his shoulders. "i hope you're joking. that was a joke, right? you really need to work on your delivery. anywho – come on. you're right on time."

soft pop music floats through the large house. it is an inherited estate – seokjin's joked before that he'd never be able to afford it in today's money on a teacher's salary. it looks a lot like a wealthy person's house would – open plan, bright, classic textures and colours – and even has a pool.

in other words, it's the perfect place to host a party.

several faces turn in his direction when seokjin appears in the kitchen, dragging namjoon behind him. they grin and wave, stopping namjoon briefly to make small talk about his clothes, his week, his work. he's forced to move on when seokjin grabs his arm again and brings him around the living room, unnecessarily proud of the fact that he is the first one to host namjoon at a party.

"here, namjoon. wanna play mario kart?" seokjin asks, offering a controller.

with an apologetic smile, namjoon flaps his hands awkwardly. "ah, i haven't played in a long time..."

"oh, that's okay! i can remind you. yoongi! come here!"

yoongi, dark-haired and casual, wanders over, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his silk bomber jacket. he nods at namjoon. "'sup?"

"namjoon doesn't know how to play mario kart, so we're gonna have a quick round to teach him," seokjin explains with a big grin. he waggles the controller in his grip. "you in?"

yoongi considers it. he shrugs and accepts the controller. "sure. but i'll smash you."

seokjin scoffs, following yoongi to the couch. he pats the seat beside him for namjoon. "you wish! there's no one better at mario kart than i am. prepare to have your face crushed into the dirt."

a crowd slowly gathers around the couch as they start up a match on the big flatscreen. there are more people here than namjoon realised; he notices it when they attempt to squish themselves onto the couch or around it.

it feels like living in dorms all over again.

in the middle of the last round, namjoon feels a familiar arm drape around his shoulders. he sighs quietly, ignoring the presence that dips the couch next to him.

"boo," you say. "who's winning?"

several excited shouts of your name ring out, and you smile brightly as people swarm around you and the cookies and the pack of beer you've brought. you hand them out graciously and a good friend of yours, jung hoseok, gives you a solid kiss on the crown, both of his hands holding your head steady like a basketball.

"are you trying to squeeze another drink out of him?" a t.a. accuses with a dramatic flip of her head. "how dare you abuse your networking skills!"

"i don't even like drinking that much," hoseok protests as more people loom on him. "can't i say hi to my bestie?"

"not when you greet him like a european," another jokes, and hoseok gapes in offence. "people already think you're dating!"

"no, they don't," hoseok sniffs, as if it's an idiotic thing to say. "can't a man give his best friend a forehead kiss, live with him, arrive at different times and act like we've been separated for years, and cuddle when we're cold, without being suspected of dating?" he pauses. "oh. i think i'm seeing it."

"you cuddle when you're cold?" yoongi asks blandly.

"yeah," says hoseok. "our entire complex suffers in the winter. bad insulation."

"we cuddle in other situations," you add, and hoseok pats your head fondly. "like right now."

you grab him by the torso and press your cheek against his stomach, grinning as hoseok lets out an undignified yelp. people laugh at his response and mock the noise; one of them does it so well that it causes a new bout of disproportionately-hard laughter.

"you're an embarrassment," hoseok grumbles, pouting as he drapes himself over you.

"funnily enough, that's not the first time i've been called that." you let go of him and hold out the tray of cookies as people return to cheering on the final match. "will you help me with these?"

"yeah, no problem!"

you rise to your feet, chatting with hoseok as you carry the remaining beers into the kitchen, placing them down in the fridge. hoseok laughs at something you say, leaning casually against the bench as he steals a cookie.

namjoon turns back to the game. seokjin boasts his win to a disgruntled yoongi, who came in fourth place once and it turned the tides of their otherwise equal first-place wins. yoongi, for all his huffing and complaining, doesn't seem too bothered, even smiling softly when seokjin does a lap around the couch for a long chain of high-fives like an athlete.

the night goes on with gentle glee. namjoon even starts to drink, nursing a beer covered in condensation. he pinches it by the neck to avoid getting his hands wet.

after one bottle, when he's pleasantly buzzed, he finds himself loosening up, cracking jokes with the rest of them and feeling shy but delighted when people laugh.

the crescent moon floats across the sky. somebody suggests seven minutes in heaven and is immediately booed off of the stage.

they start to play anyway.

when the bowl comes to a stop in front of him, namjoon struggles to find something to represent him. his hands come out of his pockets with a ring of usb flash drives attached to a resin bonsai keychain.

you coo next to him, plucking it out of his hands before he can put it back and dropping it into the mixing bowl next to yours. you are represented by a charm of a tiny, chunky lemon shark – as a yellow lemon. "somebody's a plant dad."

"if you ever visited my office, you'd have realised that five years ago."

you gasp, placing a hand on your chest. "was that a saucy invitation? should we have ramen together?"

"you wish," he retorts. "i'd kiss a spider before you."

"spiders would rather rip off their own legs than get anywhere near you, john keats."

he huffs. "that isn't the insult you think it is, jack sparrow."

"that's 'captain' sparrow. besides," you lean in, nearing his ear with a husky lilt, "it wasn't meant as an insult."

you move away. he stares, and you can feel it boring into the back of your head. you stifle a laugh; you can hear the gears crunching and squeaking.

seokjin props his elbow on namjoon's shoulder, leaning in with a nosy smirk. "what did that handsome man say to put that face on you?"

he whips his head away. "handsome?"

seokjin snorts. "anyone with eyes would agree. but you haven't answered my question. what did yn say?"

"nothing," he scoffs, rubbing his palms on his thighs. "he was just trying to rile me up. what else is new?"

"you two have been bickering since the dawn of time," seokjin chuckles, holding out the bowl as more knick-knacks drop in. "i don't even know why. i think you were at each other's throats before i even arrived in seoul."

"don't say that. i feel ancient."

seokjin pulls an offended expression and pushes him, as if casting an ugly shirt aside. namjoon hides his snicker with a cough. "i'm not old, dingbat! all you whippersnappers could learn a thing or two about manners – especially you humanities kids. nothing is sacred anymore."

namjoon nudges him with a sideways grin. "everyone who says 'dingbat' these days is in a nursing home."

"you will be, after i'm done with you," he threatens, pointing with narrowed eyes. "i'll make sure you won't be able to feed yourself after knocking all your teeth out and crushing your finger bones."

"very good. i won't have to worry about cavities."

seokjin scowls, but nothing in it is serious. he stands up huffily. "i can see why yn has a bone to pick with you. you're completely insufferable."

"it's called humour, old man. i wouldn't expect the farmer to know about the gold."

seokjin stomps away, tossing his head like a regal horse. very pointedly, he takes a seat next to you and offers the bowl to the woman next to him.

everyone hushes each other, watching on in interest. she thrusts her hand forward with a grimace and grabs the first thing she touches, pinching a single 100-won coin between her middle and ring fingers.

a short silence passes.

"a hundred won?" she asks in exaggerated distaste. "i'm worth more than that. whose is this?"

sheepishly, a young man lifts his hand, sandwiched between you and yoongi. he's fresh-faced and anxious but has the characteristic fashion sense of an arts major. he must be seokjin's t.a. – he looks somewhat familiar.

"oh, i'm sorry! here, have it back. this is half your salary."

laughter rings out and the poor young man flushes with embarrassment, giggling behind his hand. you nudge him forward out of his seat and he shuffles after the older woman, who guides them both into the nearest of seokjin's guest rooms – the designated 'smooch closet', as seokjin had put it.

the group plays truth or dare for seven minutes while you wait, with every back-out punished by a single shot of alcohol. eventually, you and namjoon get into an argument so heated that nobody notices the pair sneaking back into the group.

you're so amused by namjoon's stance on tomatoes that you don't recognise seokjin's sneaky smile as he skips over himself and offers the bowl to you. you dip your hand in and seokjin covers your eyes with his palm, making you laugh – you raise his hand to properly cover them, turning your head to the side for good measure.

you rattle around the bowl purposefully, then hook your index finger in a steel ring. you shake it, feeling another slip off, and wrap your fingers around the smooth metal mass. you open your eyes.

a little bonsai tree.

namjoon leans back in his seat. "no fucking way."

it's the first time you've ever heard him cuss – and it's so deadpan, too. no fucking way. it's simply complete and utter refusal.

"am i not attractive enough for you, namjoon?" you pout, and seokjin rolls his eyes with a giggle. "oh, the horror! i don't look enough like fourth-b.c.e. roman glazed pottery! how else can i seduce him into handling me ungloved?"

"we wouldn't wear gloves," namjoon sighs amongst laughter at your antics, "for non-porous artefacts. your field of study is all about finding old things in bad condition. why wouldn't you know this?"

"i handle metal and wood, professor," you chuckle, standing up and offering a hand in a sweeping bow. "we always use gloves. force of habit."

"despite your jokes, i know of several similarities between you and a glazed roman pot," he says drily, standing and ignoring your hand, which drops to your side without much thought. "you are both old, easily broken, and easily replaced."

a devilish grin tugs at your lips. "we are also both very hard and very beautiful. you'd be lucky to touch me."

you wink and whisk him away into the bedroom by the shoulders. it's completely dark within, save for a single lamp on the bedside table. he takes a prompt seat on the bed, smoothing the soft, cool covers and looking very intensely at the clock blinking digital blue on the dresser near the door.

nine thirty-two. he can survive until thirty-nine.

"namjoon," you say tentatively, "you don't... actually dislike me, do you?"

"this is a children's game," he replies curtly. "we don't need to talk."

"yes, well, seven minutes can feel like a long time under the right circumstances." you shrug, turning towards him. you're rather glad that seokjin hadn't shoved you into a closet – it'd be awkward standing chest-to-chest with the man whose entire disposition sours at the sight of you. you rest against the doorframe to the joint bathroom.

namjoon glances at you, leaning back on his palm. the bed dips with his weight. he turns away, the line of his mouth twitching to one side. "well... you're immature, loud, childish, and are too lenient with your students. i heard rumours that your faculty head once believed, quite firmly, that you were sleeping with several of your students, and that was why you were campaigning so hard for their cases."

you straighten, the casual slouch to your shoulders dropping entirely. "what?"

lifting an eyebrow, he asks, "you didn't know?"

"no." your brow furrows. "no one made me aware of this. when was this?"

"four years ago. that head's been replaced now, i know that, but even i heard about it, and i'm not one for staffroom gossip. you really didn't know...?"

you shake your head, rolling your eyes with a huff. "look, these kids are taking out predatory loans just to be a number on a sheet of paper. they're so young – especially my undergrads. some are just seventeen, can you believe that? many of them are working the hours of adults in addition to the hours taken up by draining assignments and part-time jobs. if some of them are struggling more than others, of course i care. what kind of asshole faculty head wants their students to fail and suffer?"

namjoon watches you and the frustrated angle of your brows. "sorry," he says, rather gently, "for bringing it up. i didn't mean it cruelly."

you shake your head with a sigh, placing a hand on your hip as you rest back against the door. "it's alright. it's something i never knew – guess you're a teacher even outside office hours." you quirk a smile, and namjoon huffs half of a laugh, sitting back on the bed until he can swing his leg freely.

"what about me?" namjoon asks, genuine curiosity in his voice. "do you know any rumours of me that i might not know?"

you suck in a breath through your teeth, head tilting as you tap your lips. "oh, that's a hard one. i know a few, but ones you don't know... now, that's a challenge. i'm sure you know all the ones that say you're an intimidating person but the best professor the postgrads have, that you're actually an immortal born in the forties, and that you've never had a technological malfunction because even the machines are afraid of you..." you laugh. "oh, this is actually hard. ah! i think i have one."

"go on. hit me."

"you're actually married. and to a man."

his silence has you worrying your lower lip between your teeth, watching on in anticipation. does he know this one? have you won?

his lips part. "who... the hell thinks that?"

"i've seen a trend in them. the older someone is, the more likely that they're convinced you're married."

"and who are these people? are you including the staff?"

"no, i think it's mostly the students." the corners of your lips twitch upwards. "i heard a few people introduce the idea that you're on the brink of divorce, which explains the lack of a marriage ring and your dour personality. it's actually quite funny."

namjoon kicks his feet, and you hide a chuckle at the sight. he looks like a petulant boy. "i'm not that bad, am i?" he mutters, "a divorcé...? i'm barely thirty."

you chuckle. "you give off the feeling that you'd be married to your job. no time for love, no time for dates. they probably think you've forgotten one too many anniversaries, and the downfall of this hypothetical relationship snowballed from there."

"i'm good at dating!" he retorts defensively. he sighs and falls back on the bed, lacing his fingers over his stomach. "i'm failing whoever thinks that i'm not. i don't care if i get fired. i am not that bad."

"you're kinda bad," you reply sympathetically. "but i will give you this: you are the most organised person i know. you'd never forget an anniversary. seriously – who has more than one paper planner nowadays?"

"i have a lot of things to manage and report on," he snipes, "of course i need three. you can shove off with your funny little laptop calendars. paper never runs out of battery."

"you're aware of how old you sound, right?"

"yes, i am aware."

you laugh again, louder this time, and namjoon's mouth curves up. something flutters deep in his stomach.

you shake your head, still chuckling. "i like this side of you. i feel like i could be friends with this version of kim namjoon."

he shrugs. "there are no versions. i'm just me. i'm somewhat tipsy, which might influence how you view me, but it's not as if i wish to... create a personality for the different aspects of my life."

"it's the clark kent effect." you wander over, taking a seat next to him with an old-man sigh of relief. "actually, why aren't you wearing your glasses?"

namjoon sighs softly, feeling his heart beat beneath the ridges of his ribs. "i'm wearing contacts. seokjin pestered me into using them tonight. he says i look ten years younger without them."

you nudge his thigh with your knee. "don't listen to him. he's an idiot. your glasses look cute on you."

he turns his head, gazing down his shoulder at you with a quirked smirk. "is that a flirtation, professor ln? how deeply unprofessional."

"we're playing 'seven minutes in heaven' and drinking bud light. i think this entire night is unprofessional." you shift on the bed, laying down next to him. you roll your shoulders, getting comfortable. the dark ceiling surrounds the lamp's round glow. "you know... right now, you sound like you hate me less. is it the change of clothes? some psychological link between wearing tweed and disliking me?"

he makes a face. "i don't hate you. i'd rather not have anything to do with you, yes, but hate? no. hate is far too strong a feeling for me to hold this conversation with you."

"oh." you slide a hand under your head, the other resting over your stomach. "well, in that case... did you know black swallowers are deep-sea fish that can eat prey over twice its length and ten times its mass? their stomachs are highly distensible. most specimens we have were collected dead on the surface of the ocean because their prey were too large to digest. decomposition set in before they could digest it all, and the gases made them float to the surface."

"really?"

"yeah! they're weird-looking fellas. no scales, small and long, and an underbite." you smile to yourself. "i sorta wish i specialised in deep-sea marine bio. piloting those little robot guys with the lasers so often sounds like a lot of fun. sure, you're only really going in one direction, but i love the idea of whale falls. all the activity and life that it sustains around it seems like a cool thing to watch in real-time."

namjoon shifts onto his side, interlacing his fingers and placing his hands below his temple. the woodsy smell of your cologne almost masks the light, breezy scent of the sea that follows you around wherever you go. "tell me more about your favourite fish."

your face lights up, visible even through the darkness. "you serious?"

he nods.

"they aren't fish, but i like boxer crabs a whole lot. i came across them a couple times in shallow waters when i was working on my dissertation. they're about an inch wide, their legs are banded red, and they don't have large claws. their claws are slim and are specially shaped to grab one small stinging anemone in each, which the crab uses to defend itself from predators. they can't feed themselves with these claws, so they use their anemones to grab food particles for them or use them to sting and immobilise prey. they wave them in the water and it's really cute to watch!"

namjoon hums, listening to your rambles. he smiles softly.

"and the anemones they use," you add eagerly, "include some of the most venomous in the red sea. if the little crab loses one of the anemones, it tears the other one in half, and each becomes a new individual. like planarians. i love planarians. yoongi has a tank of sixteen genetically-identical little guys that he just... keeps. they live in his apartment."

namjoon snorts. "are they lab ones? is that even legal?"

"i don’t think so. yoongi's really attached to them – i believe he just took one from the pond on campus in a jar and cloned it a few times. dunno. but he feeds them a bit of boiled egg every day and they seem happy enough, and he keeps me updated, so i think he's a good dad to them – even if they don't know it."

namjoon's gaze traces the outline of your cheek. "what about you, then? do you have a black swallower in a bowl next to your bed?"

you laugh, shuffling around to lie on your stomach. you prop your temple across your knuckles. "no. i do have an aquarium, though. you should come over and see it one day – it really livens up my living room. we watch blackadder together every friday night."

"i'm sensing another flirtation, professor," namjoon murmurs, the corner of his mouth ticking upwards. "as someone who runs his mouth as much as you do, i expected your flirting skills to far outweigh mine. at the moment, it’s quite clumsy and somewhat heavy-handed. is that the best you can do?"

"you got me," you chuckle. "i like talking to you, even if you don't. you've got a... unique sense of humour. i like hearing you argue about how we should really define civilisation. it's enlightening, but the look on your face? it's passion, plain and simple. i also liked your smiles tonight – i never knew you had dimples."

"then you weren't looking hard enough." namjoon quirks a smile. he sighs. "i'm sorry that i come off as so... unapproachable. i simply don't – well – i don't know quite how to interact with you. i've spent a long time with academics who'd like to bury their noses in a library and never speak to another living person again. you were so sociable it was almost frightening. i suppose you could call it a reflex."

"mm, i know the type." your gaze flickers down to his lips; he doesn't miss it. "you look really good in those jeans, namjoon."

"why do my jeans have anything to do with my lips?" he murmurs, watching as you inch closer, lips nearing his. he follows your body naturally, angling his face towards yours as you hover above him.

"you're right. it's got nothing to do with that. i just want to know why you said you wanted nothing to do with me, but you don't seem to mind what we're so close to doing."

his tongue swipes over his lower lip, drawing it between his teeth. "for starters," he begins, "i have a type."

"a type?"

"i like smart idiots. you have a doctorate, which means you're some sort of smart, and you're yet to kiss me, which means you're an idiot. congratulations," he teases. "you're everything i could ever want in a man."

he lifts himself up, cupping the back of your head, and presses his lips to yours in a gentle kiss, somehow deeper than any you've had before. his kisses are slow, almost lazy, and the way he tilts his head and moves his lips against yours carries a hint of a tease, a hint of exasperation. your eyes flutter shut as you cup his wrist, letting yourself fall into his warm embrace.

when you finally part, shivering as his soft, plush lips pepper slow kisses across your jaw and down the side of your neck, it takes a while for you to string together a coherent sentence.

"i didn't take you," you pant, "for such a romantic."

he dimples against your neck, gently nudging you over so that he's the one hovering over you on an elbow. "the only way this could be more romantic is if you took a hard science. art and science pair together so well." he trails his lips down your chest, teasing the buttons of your shirt. "are you in shock, ln? what is it?"

"i'm, uh," you stutter. "you're just – you're being very demanding. oh – uh, th-that's my belt..."

"i know." he smirks, sliding his hands up your sides as he slings his thigh over your lap. "not interested? or just not used to being the one on his back?"

"i am so interested," you breathe, placing your hands on his thighs and squeezing. he's warm like a summer sunset. "oh, fuck. we're snowballing. i'm snowballing. please keep moving your hips like that..."

he laughs softly, and those dimples come out full force. "you're so talkative. but, i don't know what i was expecting – it is you, after all. you are always talking, talking... it's good to hear you shut up for once." he hums, tilting his head. "i like you better like this."

your cheeks are aflame. you never thought he had it in him to speak so freely. you don't know whether to be embarrassed, annoyed, or enamoured – he is, technically, still insulting you.

"n-namjoon, i..."

he silences you with his lips just as the door flies open with a wedge of light and seokjin's voice, announcing that the seven minutes are over. "tell hoseok to stay with a friend for tonight," he murmurs, trailing his fingers down your chest. "i want to see this aquarium you talked about."

#namjoon #kim namjoon #namjoon x male reader #kim namjoon x male reader #namjoon x reader #bts x male reader #bts x reader #kpop x male reader #x male reader #male reader #m!reader #1k event

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audiorkive · 1 year

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#bts #bangtan #rm #kim namjoon #paul blanco #mahalia #s: closer #d: 2022 #p: official #t: album #a: indigo #l: english #g: solo #m: rm #o: paul blanco #o: mahalia

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hollyhomburg · 1 month

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Y E S i live for sad bily facts

Okay so! Hiding them in the tags cuz I’m on mobile enter at your own risk

#seriously If you don’t want spoilers or to be apart of the angst dont click!!!!!#first off: jungkook dies first #a seizure takes him out at 55-60 and it’s partially namjoon’s fault #namjoon doesn’t catch him before he hits his head and he goes through a period of depression after and eventually comes to the conclusion #that jungkook would have forgiven him and he would have #the kids take it the worst especially their youngest who ends up sleeping between the mc and tae for a full year #as for the next angsty tidbit- yoongi dies before the m/c #and she’s actually really really happy because he never got to know what a dead mating mark feels like like she’s actually very thankful #tae and the m/c and hobi are the last ones alive and they leave the house to their kids and retire to a smaller seaside cottage #hobi only gets to live in it for a few weeks before he passes at like 80 #the mc and tae live for a few more years after that both of them with their dead mating marks on the sides of their necks #the spend most of their time with their grand pups of which there are 8 of one of which looks so much like namjoon that #tae in her haze of dimentia actually talks to him like he is namjoon #tae and the m/c pass hours from each other though like #maybe less than 3 hours #and live until they’re 91 years old

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sweetjikook · 6 months

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I´m gonna miss him sooooo much! But I will keep listening to Indigo until I get new music from him. Bc his voice comfort me.

💜💜💜

#rm #kim namjoon #namjoon #my Joonie #i´m gonna miss him

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junwonssoul · 2 years

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today's depraved thought is namkook x male reader where

you and joon are a couple

have both expressed your attraction to koo to each other

aka cried over how cute he is

and how thick his thighs are

and how much you might wanna be between them

meanwhile jk...

poor jk

baby is suffering

he started off sad about the love of his life (joonie hyung) being taken

but wait

his boyfie is handsome too...

and nice

and

oh fuck

anyway cue mutual pining for a bit

until joon (bc let's be honest he has the brains out of the two of you)

notices koos longing stares aimed at you

and oh- perhaps him too?

perfect

flash forward to you inviting him over

things get heated

🔞 nsfw

joonie...sweet joonie

he's on the couch with you undressed on his lap

stroking your pretty cock with his huge hands and long fingers ♡

perhaps stretching you out as well?

such a multitasker

meanwhile koo is sitting across from you about to pass out

joon instructing you to tell jk what you've been fantasizing about

telling him how you love his thighs between whining moans and whimpers

how you want to be between them while pounding his pretty ass

of course it comes true

koo is soon under you while you fuck into him

but wait where's joonie?

taking his lovely boyfriend from behind of course 💕

being overwhelmed by the pleasure on both ends so you start thrusting with abandon

pleasing both your boys in the process 🤭

sloppy make outs between the three of you

koo being amazed because wow...

both his crushes are above him looking like sin incarnate

joonie being hopelessly endeared because both of his babies are so fucked out under him

whining and writhing while they hold onto each other

koos big eyes staring up at him with his arms wrapped around you

you blissed out hiding in jks neck while leaving cute little love bites

it just makes joon want to fuck you two harder tbh

anyway I'm done ranting

someone PLS write enamored joonie with his precious babies pls 🙏🏼

#of course you two cant let him go after that #he quickly fits into your dynamic #top joon #switch reader #switch jk #bottom leaning tho <3 #namjoon x male reader #namjoon x m!reader #jungkook x male reader #jungkook x m!reader #jungkook x namjoon #namkook x reader #namkook x male reader #namkook x m!reader #namjoon smut #jungkook smut #bts smut #bts x male reader #bts x m!reader

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jkkimvante · 1 year

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the street's it boy is coming!!!

hoseok🤎🤎

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bts-trans · 2 years

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220619 RM’s Instagram Post

덕분에 재밌었습니다 !! #엠카 #뮤뱅 #인가

I had fun thanks to you all !! #MCountdown #MusicBank #Inkigayo

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#220619 #rm #namjoon #instagram #insta #post #inkigayo #proof #m countdown #music bank #bts #bangtan

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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Watch the 2024 American Climate Leadership Awards for High School Students now: https://youtu.be/5C-bb9PoRLc

The recording is now available on ecoAmerica's YouTube channel for viewers to be inspired by student climate leaders! Join Aishah-Nyeta Brown & Jerome Foster II and be inspired by student climate leaders as we recognize the High School Student finalists. Watch now to find out which student received the $25,000 grand prize and top recognition!

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tanniefiles · 20 days

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BTS 140306

#bts #140306 #m!countdown #2014 #fancafe #skool luv affair #jimin #yoongi #namjoon #seokjin

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astronautbyjin · 1 day

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ending the album with come back to me after saying all That is insane

#m #namjoon #i’ve listened top to bottom!!!

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4joonkookie2 · 1 year

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Secret (ch.1)

cr. @thereforjkk13

Pairing: Namjoon x Jungkook

Words: 4.4K

Summary: Namjoon and Jungkook fuck A LOT. Jungkook is SO horny. They explore something new. They are SO in love and SO in denial. Namjoon wants to tell Jungkook how he feels. Bangtan's Love & Support is unmatched.

Tags: smut, porn, sex, switch!Joon, switch!JK, rough sex, anal sex, oral sex, semi-public sex, PDA, secret relationship, horny JK, I Love you, denial of feelings, angst, love, anal play, sex toys, butt plugs.

<3<3<3

1:54 PM

The afternoon sun peeks in through the windows as Namjoon watches Jungkook sleep. He strokes his hair, admiring his beauty.

They’ve spent many days in the last few months like this, Jungkook sleeping late into the afternoon and Namjoon just watching.

Jungkook lays on his back, the half-hard cock resting on his inner thigh can be seen through the outline of the sheets.

Namjoon pulls the sheets away and leans down, bracing himself on his arms to plant little kisses on Jungkook's tummy, drawn to his cock and nestling his face where Jungkook's thighs meet his crotch.

Jungkook stirs again, tangling a hand in Namjoon’s hair. Namjoon makes contact, dragging his tongue up Jungkook’s shaft before taking the tip into his mouth and sliding his tongue around the top.

“Hyung_” Jungkook whines, voice groggy with sleep.

Namjoon has cultivated a finesse about this now, knowing the best way to work his tongue and hands on Jungkook. He knows how to look at him and see how he’s feeling, how to drive him wild. It was foregin at first, and Namjoon had to clumsily find his own way, but now he enjoys himself, pleasing Jungkook like this.

Namjoon fully swallows Jungkook, bobbing over his shaft. Jungkook keeps his eyes closed. Sinking to the base, he tests himself to see how long he can hold Jungkook. He stifles his gags, showing off.

Looking up, Namjoon locks eyes with Jungkook, eager for his approval, wanting to show him how well he can take Jungkook down his throat.

“Fuck” Jungkook curses. He pulls Namjoon off and lets his own cock throb in the open air for a moment before pulling Namjoon's head up and crashing their lips together.

“Mmph_ fuck me…,” Jungkook whines between kisses.

Namjoon obeys, pushing Jungkook's knees apart and to his chest, wasting no time sliding inside. Jungkook cries out, still wet and open from the night before. Namjoon reaches to the nightstand and pours lube over where he's already inside Jungkook.

Locking two arms around his thighs, Namjoon shoves a tongue in his mouth, stifling moans of oversensitivity as he pounds into Jungkook again . Jungkook is moaning loudly, enjoying himself. His beautiful voice echoes in the room.

“The neighbors are gonna hear you,” Namjoon warns through thrusts, though he loves it. Namjoon would love for everyone to know Jungkook is making these sounds because of him. Still, it would be disastrous if they know who lives here.

He presses a hand over Jungkook’s mouth and plows into him as hard as his body will allow. Their wet skin slapping together is as loud as Jungkook's moaning, if not louder.

A futile attempt, Namjoon moves his hand to tug at Jungkook's cock instead. Jungkook lets out muffled squeaks as Namjoon pulses inside, messying his swollen hole again.

Namjoon lets himself fall out of Jungkook, watching cum spill from his puffy pink rim. He uses the edge of the bedsheet to wipe Jungkook's wet tummy. They collapse and lay, basking in their afterglow. Jungkook's face, red from friction. Namjoon looks at Jungkook and laughs, endeared.

“What?” Jungkook giggles while catching his breath.

“Nothing,” Namjoon soothes. “I like your voice.” He kisses his cheek.

Jungkook senses Namjoon is making fun of him and gives him a playful shove where they lay next to each other on the bed.

“You don’t know how good it feels,” Jungkook says, with a pout.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Namjoon smiles.

Jungkook cuddles close to Namjoon, placing a hand on his chest with puppy dog eyes on display.

“I want to show you.” He looks at Namjoon seriously now. “Would you let me?” he asks, stroking fingers down his arm.

Namjoon's chest heats. He’s certainly thought about it. He’s thought about how and when it might fall along this journey with Jungkook.

Jungkook really loves it. And Namjoon is certainly curious.

“When?” Namjoon asks.

Jungkook looks at his watch. “Well…we still have a few hours before we need to leave,” he says, raising an eyebrow and leaning in to kiss him.

“Maybe after?” Namjoon suggests, when they pull apart.

“Yeah?” Jungkook says, excitedly.

“What will we do?” Namjoon asks, nervous.

Jungkook scratches the freshly buzzed hair behind his head. “We can do whatever makes you feel good,” he begins. “And we can stop when it doesn’t”. Jungkook kisses him again. “And we’ll get clean first,” he suggests, pulling Namjoon off the bed by his hand.

They head to the shower in an almost coordinated routine. Namjoon turns on the water while Jungkook inspects his pores in the mirror, like they always do.

Namjoon looks at Jungkook's reflection from behind him and grabs the nape of his waist like he always does. They Inhale the natural musk of each other one last time before rinsing clean, like they always do.

Namjoon can't remember the name or purpose of this event they are preparing to go to, some fundraiser. He just knows he and Jungkook will have to keep their distance. It gets harder to pretend with each passing day.

Mindlessly soaping his body, Jungkook seems distracted.

“What are you thinking?” Namjoon queries. Although, he already knows. It’s the same thing he’s thinking.

“I wish we could go together,” Jungkook admits, aloud.

“Me too,” Namjoon soothes.

It was so hot at first, sneaking around. Trapping themselves behind locked doors and making secret claims on each other, leaving hidden little love bites and hickeys on skin that no one will see. The heat of knowing they’re the only two in on this secret.

But now they just want to be together, to stop hiding. Namjoon wants to be honest.

He continues out loud, “I thought about just telling them, you know? Just getting it out there.”

“What would you say?” Jungkook asks, water spilling down his strong shoulders.

Namjoon feels the words bubbling up inside him and threatening to spill over, the most basic explanation for what’s been going on the last few months. He searches for the courage in himself to say it to Jungkook right now, let him be the first to know. Jungkook looks up at him in anticipation.

“I don’t know,” Namjoon lowers his head. “I guess by the time I find the words, they don’t sound right anymore”.

They shower in silence, letting the risky words fade away.

“It’s just a few hours,” Namjoon assures, lightening the mood. “And then…”

“And then…” Jungkook rubs suddy hands over Namjoon's plump ass, laying a playful smack with a smile, “I can have my way with you?”

Namjoon nods and they kiss, water rinsing the worry from their bodies.

5:29 PM

The event starts like any other. Namjoon arrives and approaches most of the group where they sit at a table.

“Where is Jungkook?” Jimin asks Namjoon right away. They’d taken separate cars to avoid suspicion.

“I don’t know,” Namjoon brushes Jimin off and shrugs. “He said in the group chat that he's on his way.” He pulls out his chair and sits down between Jimin and Yoongi.

Jimin shoots him a knowing look and Namjoon darts away from his gaze.

“There he is,” Taehyung says, and Namjoon tries to settle the butterflies in his stomach.

Jungkook greets the group and moves to sit at an empty seat before Yoongi stops him and wordlessly trades places with him, pulling him by the shoulders and positioning him to sit next to Namjoon.

Namjoon and Jungkook exchange a look but Jungkook pushes through, acting casual. He’s barely sitting down before Jimin continues his interrogation.

“So what did you guys do after practice last night?” Jimin says. A loud thud comes from beneath the table and Jimin receives what looks like death glares from the rest of the group.

Jungkook replies right away, unbothered. “I went to bed, I was beat after practice yesterday.”

Namjoon watches the glares ease off Jimin, but Jimin won’t take his berating eyes off of Namjoon, who takes a healthy sip of his cocktail, preparing to fill-in his part of the lie.

He stammers at first. “I went to the gym.”

Jimin's face lights up “Oh, so you saw Taehyung?” Jimin cheerfully announces. “TH, you went to the gym after practice last night, right?”

THs eyes go wide, shaking his head at Jimin. Namjoon's stomach sinks.

Divinely, some acquaintance gleefully approaches Namjoon as the leader of the group with a jolly handshake, removing him from the situation and pulling him into a conversation.

Namjoon tries to shake off this bad vibe, chalking it up to a naturally dramatic Jimin.

8:26 PM

The night goes on and liquor flows, Namjoon intentionally keeps his distance from both Jungkook and Jimin.

Namjoon finds himself a bit overserved, feeling unsteady on his own two feet. The bartenders are heavy handed. If the booze flows, the money will too.

He takes a moment to himself in a bathroom, splashes water on his face.

The weight of the secret and whatever part of it Jimin knows, weighs on him. His mind is fuzzy around the edges from alcohol.

Namjoon gets his bearings, he’ll never hear the end of it from management if he’s sloppy drunk. He opens the bathroom door to the hallway and feels every muscle in his body relax when he sees Jungkook exit the bathroom door next to him.

Jungkook latches onto his arm right away, cheeks flushed pink and looking a bit tipsy himself.

“They're pouring strong tonight_” Jungkook starts, laughing.

“I know!” Namjoon interrupts and they both giggle, taking a sweet private moment with each other.

Jungkook peeks over Namjoon's shoulder to check the coast is clear and steals a kiss. Namjoon grabs him by the waist and pulls him close, letting the comfort last a little longer.

Jungkook attempts to pull himself together. “Ok, I'm going back out, how do I look?” He straightens his suit jacket and runs a hand through his hair.

The words burn holes in Namjoon's throat again, looking at Jungkook. He wants to say the words to his expectant face. He wants to get back to the apartment, lock the door and stay inside with the words.

“Perfect,” he replies. Settling for one word that doesn’t say it all but communicates a truth.

Jungkook heads out of the hallway first and Namjoon lingers for a minute before heading out behind him.

9:36 PM

Namjoon has relaxed a bit, has sobered just enough while chatting with another group.

He sees a far less sober Jungkook and Jimin across the room. Jimin is handsy with Jungkook. Too handsy, rubbing Jungkook’s thighs under their table. Jimin intentionally flirts with Jungkook and locks eyes with Namjoon, gaging his reaction.

Namjoon watches Jimin hand slide up to grab at Jungkook's crotch. Worst of all, Jungkook drunkenly leans into it, softly thrusting into his hand.

Namjoon turns to face the other way, afraid the feelings will swallow him whole.

He’s infuriated that Jimin would cause a scene like this at all when they’re in public, at a work event.

Jealous of how keen and familiar to Jimin's touch Jungkook seemed. Mortified at the unraveling of his own secret.

He takes a deep breath. When he turns back, a wobbly Jungkook approaches, Jimin following behind with an indignant look on his face.

Bold and touchy, he pushes Namjoon to plop into a chair just below him. He sits directly in his lap, draping arms around his neck. The group Namjoon was speaking to politely excuses themselves with judgmental eyes.

Namjoon is stunned, unsure of what to do but glad Jungkook came to Namjoon with this horny energy.

“Meet me in the bathroom?” Jungkook moans in Namjoon’s ear, nearly grinding on his lap.

“We can leave soon,” Namjoon offers, doing his best to untangle his body from Jungkook’s and tries to get him in the chair next to him.

“No, hyungie, please , '' he pouts, scooting to his lap again. “Need you now,”

Namjoon is hypnotized as Jimin stares with contempt.

“We can go now ,” Namjoon gives in, breath quickening and cock already succumbing to Jungkook in his pants, uncaring of Jimin's glare.

Just then, Seokjin and Hoseok lock eyes with Namjoon and dart away, avoiding his gaze. Then, they lock eyes with Yoongi who marches directly towards them.

Yoongi beckons Jungkook to come greet an acquaintance nearby, pulling him away from Namjoon. As they walk off, Yoongi turns and gives a scolding look to Namjoon.

He watches the three men exchange a final look and nod to each other like they've accomplished a mission. In the corner of the room, Jimin is clearly being reprimanded by Seokjin and Hoseok.

It's then when Namjoon recognizes he’s on the opposite end of a familiar situation.

They’re doing damage control. And it's not for Jimin or Jungkook. It's for him .

Thoughts race about what he could do to damage control the damage control, as if he had any control left.

Taehyung and Yoongi return with Jungkook, both with an arm at the small of his back. Jungkook is certainly inebriated but was clearly unfooled by Yoongi's weak distraction.

“Namjoon…” Yoongi says, authoritatively. “Jungkook is sloppy. You need to take him home.”

“I’m fine.” Jungkook says calmly, rolling his eyes with crossed arms.

It's then when Hoseok, Seokjin and Jimin rejoin the group, Jimin barely looking like he's been put in his place.

Yoongi rolls his eyes at Jungkook.

“Yes, you’re fine but you’re sloppy and it’s better you get home.”

“I just requested my car,” Jimin pipes up and offers. “You guys take it,” he says. “I’ll get another one.” He looks at Namjoon. His eyes are softer now, less menacing.

Namjoon doubles down.

“I’m staying,” he bluffs, grabbing a drink from a passing tray. “You should walk Jungkook down, make sure he gets in safe.”

Jimin laughs, tongue in cheek “Namjoon…,” Jimin sassily starts, good will depleted. Hoseok pulls him back, whispers something in his ear. Jimin lets it go.

Jungkook turns to leave on his own, taking a drink on the way out.

They both bluff, waiting for the other to chase after Jungkook.

Jimin gives in first and sends Taehyung. “Go with him,” he instructs. Taehyung follows Jungkook.

Namjoon faces off with the remaining members, most of whom have sympathetic looks on their faces.

Jimin scoffs. “You know, you're not keeping the secret you think you are.”

“Jimin…” Seokjin warns.

“What does that mean?" Namjoon snarls, getting chest to chest with Jimin.

Jimin takes a deep breath, takes a step back from Namjoon.

“It means…” Jimin starts. “Right now, everybody knows you and Jungkook are going to his apartment. So, just... get there. So we know you're safe.” He looks back briefly at the other members. “You don’t have anything to prove to us,” he assures with a nod. But we all know what management will say about it, so we'll stay and finish up here. Just let someone know when you get home.”

Namjoon nods and feels his body go numb. He slowly turns to walk out of the room and when he finally is, he starts running .

They all know. And they were just keeping up his lie out of respect.

He hears Jimin's voice as he runs down the stairs of the lobby. You’re not keeping the secret you think you are.

He runs from the voice, knowing he can’t properly consider the situation until his mind clears tomorrow. All he can focus on right now is making his way to Jungkook.

He beats himself up for letting Jungkook leave alone and choosing the lie over him. He wishes he’d said the words he wanted so badly to say earlier.

The pavement pounds under his feet until he runs into Taehyung stalling a drunken Jungkook in the doorway of the private car.

Taehyung tells Jungkook goodbye and respectfully nods to Namjoon, making a quick exit.

“Taehyung?” Namjoon stops him and he turns.

“Thank you,” Namjoon says. It’s a message for everyone and he’s sure Taehyung knows that.

Taehyung nods. “Tell us when you get home?” he adds.

Namjoon nods back. Home .

He gets in the car and shuts the door to the outside world, closing he and Jungkook in.

Jungkook clumsily draws up the partition. He mauls Namjoon right away, horny and eager, climbing him again.

Namjoon grabs Jungkook hy his arms, nearly wrestling to get him underneath, following his natural instincts. Then, he remembers the plans they have, the role he might take tonight.

He realizes Jungkook is trying to do the same, struggling to get Namjoon under his touch. Namjoon relaxes and let's Jungkook take him, he leans him back on the seat, and gives him a sweet long kiss, slowing their pace. The moment offers a chance for Namjoon's emotions to settle.

Jungkook's hands slide to Namjoon's hips and up his torso. Jungkook's eyes drag up his body, settling on his lips. His pupils are blown but focused on Namjoon. Heavy breaths, in and out.

Jungkook looks at Namjoon in his arms like he might eat him whole and it sends electricity through Namjoon's body, being looked at like this.

“Do you still want to? Jungkook glides his hand up Namjoon's thigh.

“Yes”, Namjoon whispers, pulling Jungkook's face for another kiss. Jungkook unbuttons Namjoon's shirt, exposing his muscled chest. He sets kisses on the side of Namjoon's neck, breath hitching when Jungkook starts to suck marks to his collarbone.

Jungkook moves to take his nipples into his mouth, teasing them, squeezing his rounded pecs. Namjoon let's little moans fall from his lips. It's the same way Jungkook let’s him know he's pleased by what he's doing.

The car comes to a stop and the doors unlock. They quickly get themselves together and Jungkook takes Namjoon by the hand, guiding him to a brand new place.

10:48 PM

When they enter the dark foyer, Jungkook is riled, yanking down at the fabric of Namjoon's pants like he's a man starved and Namjoon is the meal he needs. Jungkook turns him so he faces the wall with hands braced against it. Namjoon closes his eyes, breath quickening, knowing it’s coming.

Jungkook spreads Namjoon's ass cheeks, eyes centered at his untouched hole.

“Can I, hyung?” He asks for permission.

Namjoon removes his shirt and jacket. “Go slow,” he whispers, sensing Jungkook's hurried pace. Jungkook nods, takes a deep breath, and sinks down.

Namjoon gasps when Jungkook plants soft, wet kisses on his rim. JK traces his finger around, acclimating to Namjoon. He gently presses his tongue and licks a stripe up.

Namjoon is shocked by the tickle to his body, sweat beading on his face and chest. He rises up to his tiptoes and Jungkook spreads his ass even wider, burying his face inside. Namjoon bares down, fingertips gripping the wall and groans, legs shaking on his tiptoes.

“Bed,” Jungkook demands and stands, frantically removing his clothes. He thinks twice and wipes his mouth before kissing Namjoon’s forehead and leading him to the bed.

Namjoon crawls on his knees on the mattress, embracing his role and Jungkook groans.

“Mmm, Like that,” he encourages a shy Namjoon with a grope on his ass. “Show me.” Jungkook caresses the curve of Namjoon’s ass, grazing gentle fingertips against his skin.

Namjoon has had his body worshiped and touched by Jungkook a million times. But this was different. He feels vulnerable, beautiful. It’s a feeling he’s always avoided and let others have.

Namjoon recognizes the way Jungkook is looking at him now. His eyes are dark and focused, like he's about to get something he really wants, something he needs and can’t get enough of.

Jungkook urges Namjoon to lay face down, ass up and latches his lips to Namjoon's pussy again, sinking his tongue inside. He pushes in and out, fucking with his tongue at this new angle. He lets his whole mouth cover Namjoon's opening, filling the air with lewd sounds of sucking, licking, and swallowing.

Namjoon rests his hand on his folded forearms, breath hitching through whimpers. Jungkook let's off and Namjoon tries to catch his breath. He's shaking, body on fire. He gasps and shudders when cold lube spills down his crack.

“Ready?” Jungkook asks, swirling the tip of his lubed finger around Namjoon.

Namjoon silently nods into his own arms.

“Yes?” Jungkook tries to confirm, placing his hand on Namjoon's back.

He looks behind his shoulder at Jungkook. “Yes.”

Nodding, Jungkook pushes his finger inside and keeps it still. Namjoon grunts in discomfort.

“It hurts,” Namjoon shakes out, reaching behind himself to grab Jungkook.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook soothes.

“Just. Slow.” he says, releasing the death grip on Jungkook's wrist. Jungkook pulls his finger back and pushes in again, down to the webbing. Namjoon's shaky pants fill the air.

“Does it still hurt?” Jungkook questions after a few pumps of his finger.

“Yes.” Namjoon replies.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” Namjoon pants. Jungkook twists his wet finger, opening him.

“Does it feel good?” Jungkook asks.

“Yes,” Namjoon squeaks, feeling Jungkook stretch him from the inside.

Jungkook licks his lips and pushes in again, leaning down to lap his tongue overtop his working hand. Namjoon gasps, still adjusting to Jungkook's welcome intrusion.

“Does it stop hurting?” he asks. Jungkook removes his mouth before answering.

“I think it always hurts at first, even still,” he explains, continuing to finger Namjoon. “But eventually it starts to feel...” his voice trails off, searching for the right word.

“Ah!_” Namjoon cries out, feeling like he's made it to the other side of something. He moves his hips to ride Jungkook's hand. Jungkook stays still, watching Namjoon's body work. Then, he deepens the bend in his back, ass high in the air.

“More,” he whispers and Jungkook slips in a second finger immediately. Namjoon's shaky grunts evolve to rhythmic moans. He whines when Jungkook pulls his scissoring fingers out of his body to guide him to his back, settling Namjoon’s head on the pillows and reaching to the nightstand.

“Can I use this?”Jungkook holds up a toy from the drawer.

Namjoon scans the unassuming toy before replying. “Just_”

“Go slow,” Jungkook finishes. “I will,” he promises.

He powers the vibrating plug on the lowest setting and drags it over Namjoon's sensitive nipples and between his thighs. He massages his skin with it, making him comfortable. Namjoon’s worked hole twitches when the toy nears his entrance. Jungkook rubs the toy around the outside and Namjoon's body jerks, eager. Jungkook pours more lube and pushes it inside.

It didn't look much bigger than Jungkook's fingers, but Namjoon grips the sheets at the pain of the stretch anyway while his thighs shake around the little buzzing plug. His eyes roll back and he moans aloud, unable to stop himself anymore. He slaps embarrassed hands over his mouth.

“Shh,” Jungkook teases, “the neighbors will hear you.”

Namjoon giggles through moans, shocked and covering the sounds coming from his own mouth.

“How about this?” Jungkook turns the vibration off, letting the plug sit still inside.

Namjoon is astonished at the drastic change in sensation. “Oh shit,” Namjoon pants, coming down after being nearly overstimulated.

Jungkook giggles. “Did you like that?” he asks, kneeling between Namjoon's legs.

He swallows, really thinks about it. “Too much,” he decides.

“Ok. Do you want me to leave it off?” Jungkook asks.

“Yes, off.” His breathing starts to steady again.

Then, Jungkook lays next to Namjoon flat on the bed, shoulder to shoulder.

Namjoon watches as Jungkook sinks fingers between his legs, pulsing them in and out. A naughty smile and a wave of relief wash over Jungkook's face. Namjoon exhales and looks down, holding where the plug sits pleasantly inside himself.

He realizes they don't have to be in one role or another all the time. Sometimes, they can enjoy one thing together.

“Do you need a break, baby?” Jungkook coos.

Namjoon gasps when he’s suddenly empty and his cheeks blush at the pet name typically used on Jungkook. He pulls the plug that's snug inside Namjoon out and pushes it into himself, thrusting it inside.

Namjoon admires as Jungkook turns it on, pushes the little toy to exactly where he needs, knowing his own body so well and whimpering when he hits just the right spot.

Namjoon feels his hole clench around nothing. He reaches between his own legs, sliding fingers inside himself, mimicking Jungkook and feeling the different stretch of his hand.

Both moan, blissed out, pleasuring themselves and each other with knees bent in the air. Namjoon explores himself with his hands, rubbing them over his abs and grasping his cock.

Jungkook moans, “Namjoonie_” Jungkook removes the toy from himself to push it into Namjoon again, Namjoon removing his own fingers to receive it. Namjoon throws his head back and groans, legs trembling again.

Jungkook rolls on top of him, straddling and sliding down onto his untouched shaft.

Namjoon feels like he’s going to rip in two around this little plug, can’t imagine how Jungkook takes his cock like this so often. The sensations of Jungkook's pussy wrapped around him while being plugged full is intense. Namjoon watches himself disappear between Jungkook's thighs. Jungkook presses hands on Namjoon's chest and circles his hips.

“How does it feel?” he asks between pants.

“So good, baby,” Namjoon moans. He instinctively clenches and bares down on the toy, wanting more.

“Turn it on?” Namjoon requests.

Without breaking his pace, Jungkook reaches behind him to turn the vibe on. Namjoon feels like he’s levitating, as before.

“Good?” Jungkook checks, but Namjoon doesn’t have words. He groans, bucking his hips up into Jungkook.

Jungkook takes the cue and starts bouncing on Namjoon's lap, grabbing ahold of his own cock. Namjoon grips his nails into Jungkook's hips and comes so hard, his ears start ringing. His belly, wet and sticky with Jungkook's cum.

Jungkook climbs off and they lay, spent and sprawled on the bed, fingers laced together.

7:46 AM

Namjoon wakes with Jimin on his mind. Head, pounding with hangover and regret. He barely notices Jungkook watching him.

A smile grows on Namjoon's face, remembering everything that came after the night from hell.

“So?” Jungkook beckons. “Did you like it?”

“Yes.” Namjoon smiles at his eager lover. “Did you?”

“You know I did,” he starts, pressing a kiss to his lips. “and you made the prettiest sounds,” he continues, stroking fingers over Namjoon's bare chest.”

Namjoon hides his embarrassed face and Jungkook pulls him close, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

“Really. I love your sounds, hyung...so pretty.” Another kiss. “and if you sounded that pretty with just my fingers,” Jungkook continues, threatening to rile Namjoon again, “I can’t wait to hear how you sound when my cock is inside you.”

Namjoon's body trembles with memory, hardly able to wait for the next adventure. But the guilt in his gut nags at him, almost spoiling this.

“I think Jimin knows,” he says, grabbing Jungkook's hip. Saying it out loud makes last night feel that much more real.

“He does,” Jungkook confirms. “He’s tried to talk to me about it a few times but I just told him I'm not ready.”

Namjoon silently nods. ”I think they all know”, he admits.

Jungkook is quiet for a while before speaking again. “We should talk to them,” he finally says.

“I will. Today,” he replies, wishing he’d done it a long time ago.

Jungkook looks like he's about to drift off. Namjoon can tell he's been up all night, hasn’t slept yet.

“OK,” he rubs Namjoon’s cheek. “What will you say?” Jungkook asks, eyelids fluttering as he rests his head on Namjoon’s chest.

Namjoon's stomach turns, feeling the words shooting up and threatening to erupt again.

But he fights the inclination towards secrets and lies.

It’s been a while since he’d been so honest with himself.

“I love you,” Namjoon says.

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