#namjoon x yoongi

[bangtaninborderland]

MYG- I love you eternally.

Summary: he hasn't been gone long but the space he left behind consumes you, thankfully you aren't ever really alone.

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, sad fic, happy ending, COMFORT

A/N: this came to me after seeing an edit on tiktok of yoongi clips to fine line by harry styles (deffo listen as you read it makes you cry) this is very self indulgent. I miss yoongi an awful lot, he was my comfort person and it sucks that I can’t stop crying.

BTS Masterlist

The sound of knuckles tapping on the door pulled you out of your trance, you hadn’t even realised the movie you’d put on had finished, nor that your phone had been receiving numerous calls for the past god knows how long.

Reluctantly you shove off the blanket you had wrapped around you, it was a gift from Yoongi one winter when it was far too cold to sit in just clothing. The door is only a few steps away from the couch so it doesn’t take you long to finally open it.

“I brought foo-“Namjoon's mouth rounds into an ‘o’ shape. “You were crying.”

“Was I?” You frown reaching up to touch your face, sure enough, it was damp from the tears you’d shed. “Sorry, I was just a little out of it.”

“Let’s go inside?” He asks, raising the white bag up a little higher to remind you of the food he brought.

“Oh yeah, of course.” You shake your head stepping aside to let him pass. “I’m not really hungry.”

“Have you eaten today?” He asks, pulling out some plates.

You slump back onto the couch, pulling the blanket around you before shoving your face into the hood of the sweatshirt you’d stolen from Yoongis's closet. The smell comforts you. “I don’t know, I had breakfast or was it lunch…” you trail off, half-heartedly trying to recount your day.

“You can’t let yourself fall apart YN. Hyung will be worried.” He looks at you with a hint of concert as he passes you a plate of food. “Let’s watch something?”

“I- uh.” You really can’t stand the idea of noise right now. “Maybe not tonight?”

“Of course. What did you do today?” He questions, sitting on the other end of the couch, his own plate balanced on his thighs.

“Not much, I watched TV and read a chapter of the book yoon gave me.” You dug the spoon into the food, not really attempting to eat.

It wasn’t your fault you had no appetite.

“Was the book good?” He asked in between a mouthful.

“It… I don’t really know… I couldn’t get into it.” You shrug, bringing the spoon to your mouth.

“It’s 5 pm and you haven’t done anything today have you?” Namjoon sets his plate aside in favour of moving closer to you.

“I miss him.” You mumble, putting your own plate on the table.

Yoongi would have scolded you if he were here, always complaining that it would mark the table despite the fact you always used hear absorbent dinner trays but that was the problem…

Yoongi wasn’t here.

You don’t know what exactly caused it but within a second you were bursting into tears, everything you’d managed to hold together ever since he left a week ago falling apart. “I miss him, I don’t even get to fucking call him.”

“I know.” Namjoon shushes you as he brings your head to his shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. “I’m so sorry this must be hard for you.”

“It was so short notice he didn’t even tell m-me.” You hiccuped, bordering between the lines of angry and sad was never a good place to be but you couldn’t help it.

Yoongi had waited until the last possible moment to tell you he had received his enlistment date and when he had received it he was shocked to see a date only 4 days away giving you absolutely no time to mentally prepare yourself for him to be gone.

“It’s so fucking unfair.” You cuss, unable to do anything else with your anger at the situation.

Namjoon didn’t say anything, he couldn’t, he himself knew how ridiculously unfair it was but still, he didn’t regret the group's choice, it was the only right way to deal with the situation. “It will pass quicker than you think. You won’t be alone.”

“Joon soon enough you, Tae, Jimin and Jungkook are enlisting too. It’s not exactly like anyone else knows about me and Yoongi. Other people just don’t understand it.” Yoongi had made a joke two days before he left telling you to cry with other armys about it because they would understand but it was looking more and more appealing as the days went past. “I don’t know what to do with myself.”

Another wave of tears came just seconds later and this time there was no reprieve, anytime you nearly stopped a memory of him would pop into your mind and the tears would start again. You hated how it made you seem crazy, seem overly obsessive but you knew Yoongi would be missing you just as much. You’d become each other strength in all the years you’d been together so now he wasn’t here, wasn’t just a phone call away, it felt like you’d lost a part of yourself, it felt like you’d lost your strength.

That’s how you fell asleep, curled in Namjoon's arms, sobbing in longing for the man who taught you how to love.

Namjoon waited until he was sure you were fast asleep before slipping out from underneath you, draping the gifted blanket over you as he tiptoed to the balcony to take his incoming call.

“Hyung.” Namjoon smiles into the phone. “How are you?”

“As good as I can be, you didn’t tell her right?”

“No Hyung. Are you sure we really can’t tell her about you-“

“No Namjoon-ah I don’t want to get her hopes up, that will only hurt her more if it doesn’t get approved. I’ll tell her if she knows I can call and I don’t want to do that to her. How is she? How are you? ”

“I’m okay.” Namjoon responds. “She misses you.” He continues, not going u into depth about the small breakdown.

“I miss her too.” He breathes, his voice a little strained in the way it gets when he is very obviously holding back tears. “Is she eating?”

Namjoon nodded before realising Yoongi couldn’t see him. “I brought her food she just seemed sad. Are you eating Hyung? Sleeping enough?”

Yoongi laughs as though Namjoon has said something absurd. “The food is shit. I’ve got this fucking melody stuck in my head and I just know it would sound amazing for the vocal line.”

“Ah, Hyung.” Namjoon laughs. “I’ll tell them I’m sure they would appreciate the fact you’re thinking about making their songs already.”

“I’ll probably forget it by the time I’m actually allowed to work on music.” Yoongi huffs.

“I doubt it.” Namjoon hears shuffling, already knowing it’s you. “I have to go Hyung she’s waking up.”

“Make sure she knows I love her okay? I’ll call you again to let you know if it’s approved.” Yoongi rushes out before Namjoon hangs up.

“What are you doing?” You ask him, shivering at the draft coming from the open door.

“Sorry.” He smiles, stepping back inside and closing it behind him. “Just needed some air. So… how about watching something?”

You don’t hate the idea as much as you did earlier, your little thirty-minute nap helping you feel a little better. “Sure.”

You watch 3 episodes of some drama before declaring it a night, Namjoon insisting you eat before he left which led to you both eating an oversized pizza. It leaves you feeling a little less lonely, especially when he tells you just how much he too misses Yoongi.

Namjoon comes over again three more times that week, each day following the same pattern. The days he didn’t come you resigned yourself to laying in bed, looking through pictures and videos you and Yoongi had taken in the past few months.

Today was one of those days, those days where you missed him so much and felt so alone that you’d texted Namjoon not to come, told him you just couldn’t deal with being around anyone else right now, so it surprised you when the doorbell rang consistently for five minutes until you finally gave in.

You groaned, shivering as the floor felt cold against your bare feet. “Namjoon I said not to-

“You really shouldn’t lay in bed every day.”

You froze, too afraid to move, speak or blink in case the figure in front of you disappeared.

“Baby.” He sighed, dropping his bag inside the door before pushing you inside lightly. “It’s me.”

“Fuck.” You sobbed, wrapping your arms around him as tight as you could. “You’re here. How are you here.”

He laughed, the sound of it melodic to your ears. “I did extra time so my training finished earlier. They could t exactly say no.”

“I just- I can’t believe you’re here I thought it would be at least another three weeks before I could even call you.” You bring your hands up to his hair, despite it being short you still love it. “I missed you.”

“Baby don’t cry I’m here now.” He sucked in a breath, his own eyes pooling with tears. “I get to stay for four days.”

“Really?” You pull back to look at him properly, a grin breaking out as he nods.

“Really.”

Despite the tears trailing down your lips he leans in to kiss you, his hand at the small of your back a comforting presence. “I love you.”

“I love you too Yoon.”

The next four days passed much faster than you would have liked but as you dropped him off at the camp again things felt different.

You hated how quiet the house was without him, where he would normally be playing piano, watching a new show jimin had recommended or cooking with a glass of whiskey in his hand, there was nothing but silence.

You were almost ready to give in to your tears again until you spotted a letter on the kitchen counter.

The perfect writing on the envelope already tells you who it’s from, you don’t hesitate in pulling out the paper and reading it.

Hello, my love,

I snuck away to write this whilst you slept, I’m not the best with words although I’m sure by now you’re absolutely aware of that but still there are only things that can be conveyed by words. If I was allowed to I’d write you a hundred songs but I’m a little short on time so I hope this suffices.

I want you to know just how much you mean to me, just how much your presence has brought me happiness, strength and comfort. You often thank me for giving you strength but you forget that you are the sole reason I keep going.

You cannot let the bad days consume you, although it’s okay to give up and take a break, you can’t let that feeling consume you. There is always a tomorrow, always another chance and I know that you will never ever fail because I don’t believe in failure, every attempt is precious, and every time you try to get up - even if it isn’t successful - is precious and I am so proud of you for it.

In the moments you miss me do something nice for yourself, eat a good meal, read a book you like, watch a movie you find brings you happiness and before you realise it I’ll be back, spending every moment possible with you because you are my home.

I will always be here, write me letters, send me messages, take pictures of the things you see and do and share them with me. I’ll always be apart of your life, I’m not going anywhere.

I love you eternally.

You wiped away your tears, holding the letter close as though it were him. You let the words sink in and silently you made a promise.

You’d keep going and do the best you could, you’ll be the best version of yourself when he returns because he gave you the ability to grow much like water does a flower.

And even if you couldn’t say it to him, you were sure he knew…

You loved him eternally too.

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[kookieswan]

Shades of Us - Rainbow Flames

Poly!NamGi x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Genre: Poly!AU, College!AU, loads of fluff for this one! Established relationship this time around.

Warnings: Some nsfw talk and mentions of sex.

Notes: A birthday gift for my pretty baby @sugarflywme . I hope you like it love, and I hope you had a wonderful birthday ♥️🤍

This is a snippet from the Shades of Us series. Find the Masterlist here!🎨

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“Welcome home beautiful.” It’s the first thing you hear opening the door to your apartment, the sound of Namjoon’s low voice and Yoongi’s suspicious giggles the second and third. You catch a glimpse of steamers on the ceiling before there’s something wrapped loosely around your eyes.

“Well, I expected a blindfold would come into play but not quite like this. Can’t I see?” Yoongi hums behind you in negative as he tightens the blindfold, Namjoon likely being the one to take your free hand. You drop your purse on the floor as he takes the other hand, gently swinging them back and forth with his.

“Oh, I have plans for later baby girl. But for now, no can do. We’ve got a special surprise for you.” It’s said with such warmth, an amount that makes you grin goofily after the long day of classes you had. These two, you swear… Can’t leave them alone for a second without them doing something impossibly sweet. Yoongi pats your shoulder before leaving a chaste kiss against your cheek, moving around you slowly.

“Joonie is going to lead you forward, just follow his tall ass. Joon, don’t let her fall or I’ll bite you.” With that, you’re led further into the house, Namjoon moving relatively slow as if not to trip you. Poor guy could probably trip over air without even trying, so you’re thankful for the caution. You’ve seen him knock Yoongi over on accident one too many times.

“Ah, what a scary thought. My adorable tiny boyfriend biting me with his little teeth. I’ll let you have a taste later kitten.” It makes you laugh, the imagery of Yoongi biting into the meat of Namjoon’s thick bicep; It’s not hard to imagine since you’ve seen it in many forms before after all. Joon finally stops you in front of what feels like the island in the kitchen, hand squeezing yours before letting go. You feel Yoongi come up behind you, his arms wrapping around your shoulders warmly.

“I will smother you with your own pillow, don’t fucking play with me tree man. Now, be a good boy and take off her blindfold.” There’s a pause as you wait, then a loud smacking noise as Yoongi yells out, his body jolting into yours slightly. Namjoon just laughs breathily and undos the blindfold, the darkness shying away and presenting a very pink cake to you.

“Oh wow, it looks delicious! And the decorations are adorable.” Streamers and balloons are tossed around, so many pretty colors wrapped together. The cake is very clearly homemade, the frosting going this way and that. There’s little strawberries painted onto it, a very messy “Happy Birthday!” scrawled onto the top of it in a pretty green. Rainbow colored candles with sparkles liter the boarders, a very solid choice. It’s absolutely perfect.

“I let Namjoon bake it the first time out of morbid curiosity. I’m sure you can imagine how that went. Here’s a clue: bad.” Yoongi peers down over your shoulder at the cake, eyes slitted minutely. As you look up at him, his smile gives away how fond he really is. Namjoon could have burned down the house and you both would have forgave him in an instant.

“Hush kitty, it was only a little burnt. Probs still edible but hey, only the best for our pretty birthday girl.” You definitely would have ate it no matter what, but you’re silently thankful that you don’t have to crunch on burnt bread. Yoongi shifts before snorting, voice very clearly teasing.

“… Joon there was a fire-“ Namjoon instantly holds a finger up to your other boyfriends mouth, making very loud shushing noises as he does so. Yoongi tries to talk over him to no avail, both of their voices getting louder and louder. Ah, there’s nothing like spending time with the loves of your life.

“OKAYYYYY, anyway! It’s strawberry because it’s your favorite and Yoongi was in charge the third time around aha.” Third time…? Interesting. You’re surprised Yoon let him touch the stove at all but good on him for trying. You’re actually a little sad you missed it.

“… What happened the second time…?” Curiosity is definitely going to annihilate the cat but hey, you can’t help it. They’re both quiet before Namjoon clears his throat, eyes avoiding yours. Turning to look up at Yoon again, you note that his cheeks are a little pink.

“I may… Or may not have got distracted by Namjoon’s dick. I place all the blame on him. He’s an insatiable heathen.” Joon just shrugs with a nod, not even trying to deny it. One cake lost to a fire, another to Namjoons dick… It’s certainly a wonder you even got a whole one.

“Mmh, well either way, thank you for the cake loves, it looks absolutely perfect.” Yoon lets go of you and runs around the island, only to pull a drawer open and whip out a lighter. If Namjoon cooking was concerning, Yoongi playing with fire is even more so. Especially so when he’s smiling like that.

“I’ll do the honor of lighting the candles. I’d like to note that I did not pick them out, I wanted black ones to reflect my eternal despair.” He starts to light the candles with glee, Namjoon watching with raised brows before turning his attention back toward you. You try not to get too excited at the multicolored flames.

“I picked them out. Rainbow because it makes me think of you and ALSO to represent our beautiful love. A win win.” What a huge sap, a literal teddy bear of a man. Without warning, Namjoon starts belting out happy birthday, Yoongi quietly singing along as he finishes lighting the candles. You shuffle closer, smiling shyly as they finish up the tune.

With a flourish, you blow out the candles in one fell swoop, your boyfriends cheering for you as you do. Both of their smiles make you melt, all dimples and gums and all yours. Maybe your wish was to be with them forever, maybe it wasn’t. You’ll never tell.

“The happiest birthday to me. Now, please feed me some cake boyfriends.”

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

[spiceofvy]

Sub!Namjoon x Dom!Hyung line

Just sub Namjoon with his dom Hyungs

cw: d/s, overstimulation, praise, degradation, edging, humiliation, mild painplay, dacryphilia

Namjoon tries his best every day to be the perfect leader. He attends meetings, writes songs, and takes care of his members with all his heart. He is the role model for many other K-Pop leaders and he takes great pride in his work.

Still sometimes being the leader gets overwhelming for him. It all becomes too much for him. Stuck in his head he gets more and more stressed out and the pressure comes down on him.

But lucky for him his hyungs know the perfect method for him to unwind. And they always make sure to take great care of him.

Most of the days his hyungs are so sweet with him. Soft touches and loving words. Making cum again and again until he forgets that he is supposed to be the leader. Bringing him up to cloud nine with their gentle words.

"It's okay you worked so hard today. You deserve to feel good. Always taking such good care of us let us take care of you" The way they call him baby or baby boy feels too good. Being told that he is doing good makes him so dizzy.

The three pairs of hands touch him all over. Three voices that whisper sweet words. Namjoon can no longer dissect who is who. Who is petting his hair. Who is kissing down his chest. Who is jerking him off. Everything is too much but so good at the same time.

His hyungs coo at how sweet he looks. How adorably he whimpers and whithers on the sheets. Softly coaxing him into giving up all control. Stop using his big brain and just enjoy the sweet torture they put him through.

Namjoon enjoying how his hyungs coo and compliment him. Finally letting go of the need to be the strong leader that has to take control.

Sometimes they ask him easy yes or no questions. What toys they should use on him. If he wants to suck his hyungs dick. How he wants to reach his next orgasm. If he wants his big dick played with or rather have his prostate stimulated till he cries. He looks so pretty when tears run down his blushed cheeks. He can barely do more than answer those questions. Yes, no and his hyungs names are all he remembers anyway.

And how he loves making his hyungs feel good. Being their mindless toy just sing them happy. Feeling their praise and their fingers running through his hair. Willing to do whatever just to be told that he is good.

But on other days they are so so mean to him. Degrading him. Making him cry in humiliation. Not letting him cum. Joking about how desperate he is, bucking his hips up towards his hyungs to get just one more touch to his weeping cock in. Hoping to be finally granted release. As his hyungs take him apart slowly just to put him back together later.

"Aren't you supposed to be our leader? How do you want to lead anybody when you start crying like a little bitch from just getting your cock played with?"

Shame deliciously prickles under his skin as he is treated like a toy. Getting handed from one of his hyungs to the next, everyone having their fun with him without letting him cum.

And when he is finally allowed to cum. They won't stop. Overstimulating him until he is crying the prettiest tears for his hyungs. Begging for them to stop. But they won't. Not until he forgets how to beg too. Being his hyungs bitch feeling just as good as being his hyungs baby. He has no choice but takes what is given to him. The loss of control strips him of all the stress that comes with making decisions. Not that he could anyway. His smart brain no longer able to form a coherent thought.

Fingernails pinch into the soft skin of his inner thighs. A hand slaps his ass when he starts rutting his dick against the mattress. The pain sparking more heat in him making him burn alive but feels so good at the same time. He takes it all, the pain, the humiliation. It's freeing and easy. It grounds him and lets him float at the same time.

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[rainbowsuitcase]

Namjoon X Yoongi - Training

18+ smut

Yoongi with fitness trainer Namjoon for a boyfriend. Yoongi who was never into exercising but seeing his boyfriend naked makes him want to join him in the gym just to watch that amazing body being made, to see the sweat on Namjoon's pecs and maybe get fucked by him in the bathroom after.

Namjoon who fucks him on all fours and pushes him down to his elbows, leans over him to whisper in his ear, "Push your shoulders back, chest down."

Yoongi gasps out between moans, "Get- get fucked" and Namjoon just laughs and tells him,

"That's your job."

"C'mon baby we gotta fix that posture," Namjoon says when he’s fucking Yoongi against the wall, forcing him to keep his back straight, to not slouch, even though all Yoongi wants to do is wrap around Namjoon's shoulders and dig his nails into his back.

Yoongi thinks he's finally won when he’s riding Namjoon, but Namjoon just makes him do all the work until his thighs are burning so much that he physically can’t anymore, crying because it’s not enough. Only then does Namjoon flip them around and pushes him into the mattress.

Yoongi complains so much, the ultimate pillow princess before he met Namjoon, but really he loves it. He loves how he has to work for it, loves the praise when he does, loves the way Namjoon calls him a good boy in his deep, fucked out and satisfied voice.

#bit #smut #namgi smut #namjoon x yoongi #bts smut #bts fic #namgi fic #trainer namjoon #pillow prince yoongi #kinda dom namjoon #he just wants his boyfrie's back to not hurt! #he's a good guy #namjoon smut #yoongi smut

[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.

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pairing: yoongi x namjoon genre: underground rap scene au, fwb au; pwp warnings: this is obviously gay mxm stuff, so please do not interact if that's not your thing. swearing, public sex, oral sex, unedited. rating: explicit. minors dni. wordcount: 1k listen to: cypher pt.3 by bts

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There’s something about the way Yoongi raps.

It fucks Namjoon up a little. (A lot.) Has him standing far enough in the side-stage shadows to adjust his jeans. Has his fingers twitching at his sides, wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch, but he has to remember where they are. Who they’re around. Has to remember that this is part of the routine.

Because it’s not the first time.

Won’t be the last, either. Yoongi likes knowing Namjoon’s watching him, that he’s strung tight and a little desperate by the time Yoongi’s done. Likes feeling Namjoon’s heated gaze on him every time he wordplays some filthy line; every time his tongue darts out to swipe over his bottom lip. Likes taking the last slot of the night because it’s always the longest, and god knows Yoongi likes to draw it out, prolong the game.

The beat Yoongi’s rapping along to is dirty. Namjoon can feel the bass in his chest, but Yoongi rides it well. Better than anyone else in this grimy club. Looks better than anyone, too, but it’s the competence that does it for Namjoon. What had him approaching Yoongi to begin with, a little awestruck and inspired and a lot horny, and Yoongi had smirked out of the side of his mouth and that was the end of life as Namjoon had known it. Had him shoved in a disgusting bathroom stall with his pants pulled taut around his thighs, Yoongi on his knees in front of him.

Now it’s a thing.

Only ever here. Only in these seedy underground clubs where they’re known only by their stage names. Kim Namjoon and Min Yoongi only exist here to one another.

Yoongi spits one more line right as the beat cuts out and he drops his microphone on the floor. There’s screaming, thunderous applause, but Namjoon hears none of it. All that exists to him is Yoongi and the way he finds him in the dark immediately, knows all his hiding places, and the hunger evident on his face.

Namjoon is a man that needs little instruction. Smart as hell but just as clumsy, yet always seems to know exactly what to do when it comes to Yoongi. Namjoon might call it intuition if the promise of Yoongi’s wet, hot mouth didn’t have his brain short-circuiting, but, well.

They’ve only played this club once before, but Namjoon has the layout memorized. Knows exactly where to go. Knows all the turns, how many steps. Hasn’t thought of much else since the last time he had Yoongi’s mouth on him. Two weeks, and he’s been fucked up and on fire ever since.

Sometimes Yoongi is gentle and teasing, but tonight he moves like he’s possessed. Slams a stall door open and pushes Namjoon inside of it with little regard for his well-being. No regard for anyone who might play witness to this, either, because he’s back on his knees before Namjoon can blink. Has his belt undone and his jeans pulled down while the crowd is still chanting his stage name.

“Hy-hyung,” Namjoon tries to choke out, but it comes out all breathy and stuttered. Tries to tangle his hands in Yoongi’s hair, too, but he swats his hands away.

“Shut up,” Yoongi replies, and it’s all heat but no disdain. “Fuck, I thought about this the entire time.”

Namjoon’s briefs get tucked beneath his balls and he braces himself for the feel of Yoongi’s mouth—sucks in one breath and then another, steadies himself against the stall door—but there’s… nothing. He cracks one eye open and looks down. Whimpers at the sight of Yoongi there, cheeks flushed, looking at Namjoon the same way Namjoon knows he looks at him.

“Are you gonna…”

It’s all gums when Yoongi smiles. Seems to laugh despite himself. “Suck your dick? Yeah, I’m working on it.”

“Doesn’t seem to be the case, hyung.”

“Give me a fucking second, Namjoon, I’m thinking.”

“Can you think later? My dick hurts and your knees are gonna bruise. Not to mention this club is probably the nastiest one we come to—”

Yoongi scoffs. Spits in his hand and pumps the length of Namjoon’s cock just to shut him up. It works. It really works, because Namjoon’s moaning and thrusting his hips into Yoongi’s hand like no one’s ever touched his dick before. Pathetic. Namjoon knows it is, but he can’t help himself. When just a look from Yoongi can have him unraveling, it’s unrealistic to expect him to be able to withstand this kind of assault.

“I was thinking,” Yoongi continues, replacing his hand with languid, slow licks from the base of Namjoon’s cock to the tip, “about how to—” Sucks hard at the tip just to laugh when Namjoon swears. “—ask you out.”

And because he’s a bastard, Yoongi doesn’t give him a chance to reply. Just swallows the entire length of Namjoon’s cock, and whatever sounds and words come out of Namjoon’s mouth are no longer his responsibility. Whatever he does with his hips isn’t, either, because he’s been keyed up since he first laid eyes on Yoongi hours ago. Has exhibited impressive restraint, so he figures he’s allowed to let go. He’s allowed to fuck Yoongi’s mouth in shallow strokes until he’s snug in his throat.

“Fuck, fuck,” he groans. The chase is mindless, now. Nothing exists beyond the feel of Yoongi’s mouth. “Hy-hyung, fuck, I’m gonna—”

Yoongi pulls off long enough to roll his eyes and say, “Jesus, already?” before Namjoon finally tangles his hands in his hair and feeds his cock back into his mouth. Then it’s just instinct.

Namjoon comes with a long, drawn-out moan. The kind of orgasm that has his legs trembling, no longer able to support his weight, and he wants to sink to the floor and ride it out but he refuses to put his bare ass on the grungy tile. “Oh my god,” he says, swallowing hard to try and catch his breath.

Yoongi is completely unbothered. Stands to dust off his knees. “Am I allowed to think now?”

“Sure,” Namjoon concedes, “but I can’t. I think you sucked me stupid.”

Yoongi scoffs, rolls his eyes again, but Namjoon can see the shy smile that’s threatening to break through. Can see the blush spreading across his cheeks. “You’d think you’d be used to it by now. You wanna go grab a drink with me?”

Namjoon falters. Isn’t sure he’s hearing correctly. Knows, logically, that Yoongi had mentioned it just minutes earlier but thought maybe he’d misheard, like some mirage in the horny desert that’s Namjoon’s brain. Gets distracted by Yoongi’s spit-slicked lips, the way the yellowed, fluorescent lights of the bathroom glint off his mouth, the way he swipes his tongue at the corner, and blurts out:

“Is this why your stage name is Gloss?”

Yoongi’s stunned. Just blinks owlishly. “You really think I’ve made a habit of blowing people in club bathrooms and named myself after it?”

“Well, I don’t know, your mouth just looks—”

“Just shut up, Kim Namjoon,” Yoongi says, and Namjoon decides it’s advice worth taking. “Do you want to go out with me or not? I’m not asking again.”

He nods.

#beeday drabbles #jewel answers #jewel writes #lauren i love u i'm so sorry this took 500 years pls forgive me #yoongi x namjoon #namjoon x yoongi

[eightlightstar]

Shoelaces

pairing: K.NJ x M.YG genre: Fluff warning(s): None word count: 817 summary: This was the first thing that Yoongi had noticed about Kim Namjoon, the fierce rapper who went by the name Runch Randa and the leader of their would-be group. He did not for one second think at that moment that, this one thing was going to become their thing and one that would make his proposal a lot more funnier and memorable.

2010:

Yoongi: “Yah! Kim Namjoon! Tie your shoelaces goddammit. If you fall and then are unable to perform, the entire day will be compromised”.

Namjoon: “Everyone was busy and since you know I can’t tie it by myself, it doesn’t make sense that you’re yelling at me hyung. I am sorry about fighting over the food last night but can you please tie them for me?”

Yoongi sighs in exasperation. It is not that he’s angry about last night - he maybe, a little - but it is just that he’s too worried about his Joonie. Someone always has to look after him while he’s off looking after the group as the leader. It’s just that his worry comes off as exasperation and anger sometimes. He bends down and quickly starts tying Namjoon’s shoelaces. He smiles fondly when he hears Joon whisper, “WOW!” in amazement. ‘Little Namjoonie, excited at the smallest of things’, he muses.

He quickly gets up and says, “There. Done. Please learn how to do it Joon-ah. We’re busy as it is and I cannot imagine how busy we might be after debut”.

Namjoon: “Okay hyung. I’ll try to. If not, won’t I always have you?”

And he has the audacity to wink. Yoongi’s heart does a whole backflip but he does not let it show.

2015:

Seokjin: “Yoongi-yah, I think you’re the only one who’s ready. Can you please go and tie Namjoon’s shoelaces? He only recently learnt how to do them and now he hurt his hand.”

Yoongi: “Oh for the love of--okay hyung. I’m going.”

When Yoongi approaches him, Namjoon is sitting on a couch fully ready except for his shoelaces being undone.

Yoongi: “Well what do we have here? Kim Namjoon, failed at tying his shoelaces yet again.”

And he chuckles lightly. There’s no bite behind his words, just pure fondness.

Namjoon: “Ah hyuuuung”, he literally whines and Yoongi melts further. “You know I learnt how to do it. Well, it was you who taught me in the first place. But loooook! My hand is bandaged. So yeah. Please?” He does his best puppy eyes.

Yoongi: “Okay okay stop being so cute. How could I refuse that whining anyway?”

And he bends to tie his boyfriend’s shoelaces yet again.

Namjoon: “Wait. You do it differently. This was not what you taught me???”

Yoongi: “It’s all the same Joon-ah. As long as it doesn’t come off while performing it should be fine.”

Sometime in the Future:

Yoongi is nervous. So nervous that he has bitten his nails raw - a habit that he had quit during the pandemic. He’s proposing to Namjoon in like a few minutes and he cannot stop his heart from beating too fast. But all that nervousness washes away when he beholds Joon cycling towards him. He had chosen the Han River - the perfect place for his perfect nature-loving boyfriend. Yoongi was standing with his back to the river, with the ring in his right jacket pocket. Namjoon came towards him, smiling widely. Before Yoongi could respond he enveloped him in a bear hug so tight that Yoongi was almost lifted off his feet. After they came apart, Yoongi literally blushed and Namjoon started giggling.

Namjoon: “You’re so cute hyung. I am so lucky to be the only one who gets to see you all flustered like this just by a hug.”

Yoongi: “Ah stop the teasing already. Anyway, what are you doing tonight? I thought we could go to dinner. Just the 2 of us. It has been so long.”

Namjoon: “I’m not doing anything because I had just finished writing a song before I came here. If we wanted to go to dinner, we could have gone from home. Why did you call me here then hyung?”

Yoongi: “Oh that. Right. Um...Joon-ah, we’ve been together for years now and it has been wonderful. But I wish it could be more than that. I wish we could be more than what we are now. So um…”

He gets on one knee and Namjoon gasps.

Yoongi: “Kim Namjoon, will you do me the honour of marrying me and making me the happiest person alive?”

Namjoon almost tears up as he says “Yes hyung” while extending his hand. Yoongi slips the beautiful platinum ring onto his boyfriend’s finger and when he looks down to wipe his own tears, that’s when he notices it.

Shoelaces. Again.

He laughs through his tears and says, “Wait. Let me do this again”.

Namjoon looks confused but nods anyway.

Yoongi: “Kim Namjoon, will you let me tie your shoelaces for the rest of our lives together?”

Namjoon bursts into laughter as Yoongi finally gets up - of course after having tied his fiancé's shoelaces. They embrace each other and after pulling back, look into each other’s eyes and smile fondly, remembering the fact that it was always about those darn shoelaces, right from the start.

A/N: I just based this off of when Yoongi said that Namjoon didn't know how to do his shoelaces when he first met him. XD

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[minjooning]

Whipped (Namgi, rated E, 10k)

When Yoongi had first applied for the show, the last thing on his mind was getting railed on top of his baking station in broad daylight by the same guy who'd complimented his cherry crumb cakes just a week prior. But hey, he's not exactly complaining.

(AU in which star baker Yoongi gets a little more dessert than he bargained for in the form of Kim Namjoon, the frustratingly hot new presenter of the most popular baking competition on television.)

#bts fanfic #bts ao3 #namgi #namgi fic #namgi au #kim namjoon #min yoongi #namjoon x yoongi #rm #suga #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #i was watching reruns of gbbo and it inspired me to write this #the whole internet knows yoongi is in love with namjoon and he's the last one to find out #smut #kpop smut #namgi smut #bts smut #pls don't read this if you're under 18! #my ao3 era has dawned upon me

[mr-soggy]

tear you apart

namgi

67k / explicit / complete

enemies to lovers (ish)

namjoon is fascinated by a boy in a metal band and it's all downhill from here

#how do you do this on tumblr #namgi #bts fic #namjoon x yoongi #my fics

[notkattyl]

simple as that. ﹥ established namkook, past namgi, E, 6.1k ﹥ non-famous au ﹥ jungkook is not jealous of yoongi

Taehyung glances at Jungkook out of the corner of his eye and smirks a bit. “Ah. Okay. I get it now,” he says. And then proceeds to say nothing else, withholding the apparent solution to Jungkook’s plight.

“Well?” Jungkook throws his hands up, “We’re all waiting, Taehyung-ssi! The floor is yours!” He gestures sarcastically to the empty living room around them.

Taehyung remains silent as he leans forward to exchange the small, folded square remains of his chip bag with a bottle of water from the coffee table. He takes - what Jungkook estimates to be - the longest possible sip of water in the history of mankind and simply says, “You want them to cuck you.”

﹥ read on ao3.

moodboard by tomatoflowers on twt.

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[wormdomination]

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[btschooseafic]

AO3 Recs

might as well by donateblood [completed]

namjoon x yoongi, jungkook x taehyung x jimin, lowkey crack, magic, animals

yoongi is a nightguard at an animal rescue center. then a young man appears, saying he needs to turn his boyfriends back into humans/ chaotic, loved it

#bts fanfic #bts fanfic recs #ao3 #archive of our own #namjoon x yoongi #yoongi x namjoon #namgi #jungkook x taehyung x jimin #vminkook #Magic #animals #donateblood

[mxmorden-fanfics]

Every Path Tells

Fandom: BTS RPF Pairing: Namjoon/Yoongi Rating: Explicit Words: 33k Notes: Written for @bts_wanderlust fest :D Summary: (Horny disaster) Namjoon asks, out of politeness, if (emotionally repressed) Yoongi would like to go on a hiking trip in Italy with him. Yoongi unexpectedly agrees.

Please read the tags!

"I, uh. I wonder if it's the same as standing on the edge of a cliff and wanting to jump off. I wonder if people ever feel the pull of the sea. If they want to step off the path and walk into the seabed until the tide changes and catches up with them. It's a morbid thing to think about, I'm sorry."

The queue starts moving again. Namjoon hopes he didn't freak Yoongi out. Damn his big mouth.

#my fanfic #namgi #namjoon x yoongi #fest #bts fic

[infinitesoleil]

Enough

Moodboard by minaboo (@/minteasope)

This was written for namgi bingo 2021.

Title: Enough

Rating: General

Pairing: Namgi

Tags: Arospec Character, Queer Platonic Partnership, Fluff

Words: 1,378

Summary:

Yoongi loves Namjoon in his own way. Namjoon loves him, too, and that’s enough for Yoongi.

Link:

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[rainbowsuitcase]

Namjoon X Yoongi - Small

Small dick Namjoon who doesn’t realize his new boyfriend Yoongi is a massive size queen until he blurts it out on a night out with their friends. All their friends laugh and Namjoon sits there, completely devastated while tipsy Yoongi brags about the new Bad Dragon dildo he ordered.

Namjoon quickly realizes that the moment Yoongi sees what he’s packing - or rather, not packing - he'll break up with him. So he decides to take what he can get, taking Yoongi on so many dates while at the same time coming up with more and more ridiculous excuses why he can’t have sex with him - studying, morning classes, fake emergency phone calls and headaches but the excuses run out eventually and he realizes he needs to stop wasting Yoongi's time.

Judging from how many times Yoongi asks him if he’s sure, Namjoon knows he doesn’t look very excited for their first time, but he refuses to back out now. So when Yoongi touches his waistband with a raised eyebrow, Namjoon just wrenches his eyes shut and nods.

The cold air hits him and everything freezes. Namjoon is so nervous his dick isn’t even hard and he knows it looks even smaller like this. He tenses, ready for Yoongi to laugh, to mock him, to get up and walk away.

He’s not ready for the hands on his thighs, forcing his legs apart, the bed dipping as Yoongi moves, a moan escaping from his mouth, hot breath brushing over Namjoon's dick and making him shake. 

"Fuck," Yoongi groans. "You're perfect."

Turns out Yoongi calls himself a size queen because he can appreciate dicks of all sizes - and he hasn’t had one like Namjoon's yet.

#bit #smut #namgi smut #bts smut #namjoon x yoongi #size queen yoongi #but like in a wholesome way #small dick namjoon #rare trope but so delicious #bts drabble #bts fic #namjoon smut #yoongi smut

[theharrowing]

Sun Seeker 🌻 2: I’m starting to think I would do anything for you

Namjoon does not do impulsive. He doesn’t understand the fuss about body modifications, and he has never considered getting one. That is, until he meets Yoongi—the prettiest man he’s ever seen, who happens to be a tattoo artist—and he can’t stop thinking about going under Yoongi’s needle to have an equally pretty design tattooed onto his skin.

🌻 Namjoon x Yoongi

🌻 word count: 12.8k

🌻 strangers to lovers, tattoo shop au, smut, fluff, slash, nsfw, 18+

🌻 warnings: flirting, mention of sex and kink, kissing, dry humping, lots of anxiety. side TaeKook.

🌻 written for the Namgi World Tour Fest!

🌻 thanks to @neoneunnajimin for beta reading

🌻 posted sept. 2022 | read on ao3

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It takes exactly ten minutes after sitting down to dinner with Yoongi for Namjoon to spill his water on both the table and his leg. Namjoon scoots back quickly, scraping the feet of his chair against the worn hardwood floor, exclaiming a string of curse words and loose vowels as the water drips from the edge of the square wooden table and down past his knees. 

The restaurant Yoongi brought him to is a hole-in-the-wall barbeque spot with a square grill that takes up the bulk of the table space. Foolishly, Namjoon had set his water to the right of his plate and promptly knocked it over while using his hands to explain something that has suddenly wiped itself clear from his mind. 

Yoongi appears to be fighting for his life. It's clear that he is trying his hardest not to laugh, eyebrows knitted and lips pursing and stretching. He stands like a man who is ready to help but completely at a loss—stiff limbs and open palms—and when a server hurries over with a towel, Yoongi takes it from him, thanks him, and rounds the table to begin tending to the water that Namjoon can only look upon in horror.

Namjoon can't seem to find the words to say. "I'm...I'm so—"

"Clumsy," Yoongi supplies with a smirk, squatting with a hand on Namjoon's knee to blot at the water on the floor. 

"Yeah. Shit."

"Are you good?" Yoongi asks, running a dry section of the towel over Namjoon's shin before glancing up at him with a smile. "Do we need another towel?"

Time seems to slow as Namjoon stares down at Yoongi in an attempt to process what he has asked him, and then he shakes his head slowly. "N-no, thanks, hyung."

Yoongi stands, using Namjoon as leverage and walks the towel back to the server. When he returns, his face breaks, and he practically falls into his chair with laughter. Namjoon can only watch him in silence, feeling completely mortified. Meanwhile, the spot on his knee where Yoongi touched him still feels warm. 

"Hyung, I'm—"

"Amazing," Yoongi rasps, holding onto his stomach as his laughter subsides and comes out in short bursts of wheezing. "You're like a big, sweet golden retriever. It's endearing, don't worry; you don't need to be embarrassed."

"Oh," Namjoon responds, shifting in his seat as he scoots back to the table. "Well, I promise you that I am very embarrassed."

Yoongi shakes his head and leans forward, elbows on the table as he chuckles through his words. "I'm so sorry; I shouldn't have laughed. You just seemed so lost. You spilled your water, and all systems logged out."

Namjoon chuckles to himself and rubs his hands over his eyes and temples. The laughter dies and Yoongi studies Namjoon, grazing his bottom lip between his teeth—a movement which Namjoon does his best not to watch too intently. Despite the overwhelming urge to crawl into a hole and die from mortification, Yoongi's presence is calming, and Namjoon sits back in his chair in an attempt to relax.

"We can go somewhere else and pretend that never happened," Yoongi offers with a grin. "Just start over. New names, new identities and a fresh glass of water. Nobody has to know."

"Hyung," Namjoon whines. He needs to move past the incident altogether. With a sigh, Namjoon mutters, "I need a beer," and Yoongi calls their server over. 

"We need a pitcher of beer and a bottle of soju," Yoongi says to the server, chuckling as he adds, "and please set all of that in front of me. Thank you. We still need a moment to decide on food."

Namjoon crosses his arms over his chest and stares Yoongi down, waiting for the server to leave the two of them. Yoongi notices and rolls his lips between his teeth as if trying to bite back a smile. 

"Yes?" Yoongi finally asks, raising his eyebrows. 

"Nothing," Namjoon mutters, dramatically raising his eyebrows, too. "I'll just remember this, hyung. That's all."

Yoongi's mouth falls open, and he leans forward to softly grumble, "What? You don't have a humiliation kink?"

"No," Namjoon responds through a burst of laughter. "I do not."

"Ah, okay." Yoongi sits back and cocks his head to the side. "Good to know."

Silence settles between them, and they watch one another with soft, curious smiles. Namjoon knows the moment alcohol touches his lips, he'll have a hard time keeping all of his thoughts at bay, but Yoongi seems to be on the same page as him and is brazen enough to pick on him while casually bringing up humiliation kink, so perhaps getting a little looser lipped is just what he needs. On the other hand, Namjoon is stone sober and already fighting the image of Yoongi on his knees before him, wiping spilled water off the floor, so perhaps alcohol may make him say things he will come to regret. He is willing to take the chance. 

The server returns with a tray of glasses, a pitcher of beer and a bottle of soju, and he sets everything directly in front of Yoongi, as instructed. Yoongi grins, clearly pleased with himself and Namjoon returns an unimpressed glare as Yoongi gets to work pouring their drinks.

"So you're a music producer," Yoongi says, glancing briefly at Namjoon over the pitcher in his hand as he fills a frosted glass. 

"I am," Namjoon responds, letting the grumpy facade slip as he leans forward to accept the glass Yoongi hands him across the table. He takes a long, slow drink, letting the cold carbonated liquid ease the nerves that are still on edge. Then he sets the glass far enough to the left side that he can't possibly knock it over by accident. 

Yoongi follows the movement, bites back a smile and proceeds to fill the second glass with beer. "What made you want to get into the music business?"

Namjoon reaches over the grill, plucks the soju bottle from in front of Yoongi and shakes it. Yoongi sets the pitcher of beer down and stands to place the small soju glasses in front of Namjoon. 

"My goal was to be a rapper," Namjoon says as he cracks the bottle open. "I even made a couple mixtapes and got some college stations to play a couple of the tracks. But the company that signed me was impressed with my production skills and offered to send me to college so I could join the team."

"Wait, so you have an album out there?" Yoongi asks.

Namjoon sets the soju bottle down to the right, between the two of them, and hands a small cup to Yoongi. "I do," he mutters with a smirk, delighting in the way Yoongi's face lights up. 

Yoongi takes the soju cup and holds it suspended above the grill. "And I get to listen to your songs, when?"

"I don't know, hyung," Namjoon sighs, pretending to be shy, "it's pretty personal."

"You've seen my art," Yoongi responds with an unimpressed raise of his eyebrows.

Namjoon shrugs, turns to the side and shoots his soju back. The liquid simultaneously cools and warms him, filling him with the faintest tingle of intoxication. "Everyone who walks into the shop has seen your art."

With a scoff, Yoongi shoots his soju back and sets his glass down. He leans over the table and mutters, "Are you calling me a slut, Namjoon?"

"If the shoe fits, hyung," Namjoon responds, nibbling on his bottom lip. 

Yoongi's mouth falls open, and he croaks out the beginning of a response but is cut off as the server approaches. They hadn't discussed what they want to eat, and both quickly look over the menu. 

"Beef bulgogi and pork belly?" Yoongi asks, glancing over his menu. 

Namjoon nods, "That's good to start."

The server switches on their grill and walks away, leaving Namjoon and Yoongi to watch each other some more. Namjoon can tell Yoongi has something on his mind, and he wonders just how many buttons he will have to push to get the pretty man to open up. Or, Namjoon thinks, perhaps Yoongi responds well to direct confrontation. Only one way to find out. 

"What is it, hyung?" Namjoon asks, leaning onto his elbows on the table. "You look like you have something on your mind."

A smirk tugs at Yoongi's lips. "I have a lot on my mind, as a matter of fact."

"Oh? Care to share?"

Yoongi watches Namjoon, eyes slowly searching his face. Namjoon isn't sure what he expects Yoongi to say, but his heart skips a beat when he mutters, "I like you, Namjoonah."

Warmth blooms in Namjoon's chest and rises quickly to his cheeks, and he reaches for his beer, pulling it to his mouth. "Is that so?" he asks before taking a drink. Yoongi nods. 

The server returns and begins placing meat on the grill. Meanwhile, Namjoon and Yoongi gaze at one another. Namjoon's mind races with things he wants to say, but Yoongi's warmth and beauty are so disarming he finds it difficult to put anything to words. 

Namjoon does fine whenever supplying a response is easy, such as being asked about what he does for a living. But as soon as he opens his mouth to tell Yoongi he likes him too, words jumble and twist, becoming a useless pile of nonsense. The server has already left, and all Namjoon can do is gawk at Yoongi. 

"You look like you also have something on your mind," Yoongi says with a teasing tone.

Namjoon hums and nods. "Guilty."

"Well? Care to share?" 

The jumble of thoughts and feelings flood Namjoon all at once. Flower petals, crashing waves, drowning, overwhelming, floating, pretty, pretty, so fucking pretty, soft, sharp, the desire to kiss and kiss until he can't breathe. 

Namjoon takes a deep breath and simply says, "I like you too, hyung. 

"Good," Yoongi responds with a smile. He reaches for the tongs and scissors and begins to organize the meat and flip thinner pieces that seem to be cooking quickly. 

Once again, Namjoon finds himself mesmerized by Yoongi's hands. Having a front-row seat to watch them in action proves to be more dangerous than Namjoon could have imagined as Yoongi makes quick yet delicate work of organizing the grill. He is certain it is not the meat that his mouth waters for. 

Namjoon grabs his beer and drains it slowly, setting the empty glass down, all the while watching Yoongi's deft fingers control scissors and tongs. A deep, rumbly chuckle pulls Namjoon's attention away, and he finds Yoongi watching him with his head cocked. 

"Are you staring at my hands, Namjoonah?"

"Yes," Namjoon blurts, feeling the nice warm fog of intoxication cover him. 

"Care to tell me why?"

The thought of actually telling Yoongi what goes on in his mind nearly makes Namjoon laugh. Instead, though a smirk, Namjoon says, "I just think...your hands are very talented, hyung."

Yoongi's mouth falls open, and he stares at Namjoon long enough for a blush to sneak up his neck to his cheeks. Namjoon is at the point of feeling tipsy where he has less and less of a filter, and he hardly feels ashamed when he says, "Wow, you're even prettier when you blush."

"Kim Namjoon," Yoongi says, pointing the scissors at Namjoon with a playful glare. 

"Min Yoongi-hyung," Namjoon responds, cocking his head.

"I'm cutting you off. You've had enough beer."

Namjoon grins, "What are you going to do if I drink more? Stab me with those dull kitchen shears?"

Yoongi drops the scissors on the table, grabs the half-empty pitcher of beer, and holds it close. "I can deny you."

This makes Namjoon sit back against his chair and laugh. "I'm stronger than you are, hyung; your idle threats mean nothing."

"You're sure about that?" Yoongi asks as he sets the pitcher aside and reaches his hand out for Namjoon's plate. 

Namjoon grabs his plate and holds it out, keeping his eyes on Yoongi, who appears increasingly flustered as he distributes meat between their dishes. Namjoon lowers his voice to ask, "Care to find out?"

The corners of Yoongi's mouth quirk, but he keeps his attention on his task until the grill is empty. Namjoon sets his plate down and reaches over the table to grab the beer pitcher away from Yoongi and fill his glass. 

"Taehyungie didn't mention you get so bold when you drink," Yoongi mutters. 

Namjoon perks up in attention and sets down the beer pitcher close to Yoongi. "What was that?"

"Hmm? Nothing," Yoongi says before drinking the rest of his beer and refilling it, avoiding eye contact with Namjoon. 

"You've been talking to Taehyungie about me?"

Yoongi chuckles and glances up. "Maybe."

Everything looks and smells amazing, and Namjoon feels frozen in space, unable to decide which is more urgent: getting more information from Yoongi or eating. He decides to give Yoongi a moment of reprieve and begins wrapping meat and bits of pickled vegetables into a perilla leaf. As soon as Yoongi takes a bite, Namjoon digs in.

The first bite of food is so good, Namjoon groans and sits back in his seat, reveling in the flavors. Not that he's ever had bad barbeque; it's a simple meal, all things considered. But it's the perfect blend of savory and spicy, and it was served to him by Yoongi's pretty hands.

"Good?" Yoongi asks, looking at Namjoon expectantly. 

"Perfect, hyung," Namjoon responds before shoving the rest of the wrap into his mouth. 

They eat silently for a while, only muttering from time to time about how good the food is. Yoongi checks in to make sure Namjoon has enough to eat, and once the grill is empty, the server comes back to ask if they want more, only to return a moment later with round two. Yoongi tends to the grill while Namjoon stands to grab Yoongi's soju cup, and he busies himself by pouring them a drink.

"So," Namjoon says with a grin as he stands to place Yoongi's cup of soju on his side of the table. Yoongi glances at Namjoon, then back at the meat. "You were saying something earlier about how you talk to Taehyungie about me..."

Yoongi hums and cracks a smile, then sets down the tongs and scissors and picks up his soju. "Cheers to our friend Taehyung," he says.

Namjoon rolls his eyes and lifts his cup, tapping it against Yoongi's and shooting it back. Now that the beverage is less chilled, it's more pungent, making Namjoon scowl. 

"I may have asked him about you," Yoongi mutters quickly as he picks up the tongs and begins flipping over thin strips of beef.

Namjoon grins and sits back, attempting not to look as smug as he feels. He watches Yoongi, waiting for him to continue, and each time Yoongi sneaks a glance at Namjoon, flowers take root inside his ribcage. 

"You're staring at me again," Yoongi grumbles. 

There's a soft shyness to Yoongi that makes Namjoon's head spin. Yoongi with tattoos covering his hands, arms and neck. Yoongi, with his eyebrow and lip piercings, who looks and sounds so sharp and rough around the edges. Namjoon wants to pull him into a firm embrace and pet him until he purrs. 

"Just waiting for you to continue," Namjoon responds. 

"I'll need more beer before I begin confessing to you, Kim Namjoon."

Namjoon raises his hand and calls over a server, feeling giddy as Yoongi leers at him incredulously. He orders another pitcher of beer and makes quick work divvying what is left of the old one between the two glasses, filling each a little under halfway. 

When the server returns to exchange their empty pitcher for a full one, Namjoon finds Yoongi sitting with his arms crossed, tonguing the inside of his mouth. Namjoon fills their glasses to the top and sing-songs, "Drink up, hyung."

"I have to drive, you know," Yoongi says as he drinks from his glass. 

"Ah, right," Namjoon responds, realizing he's not sure where they are. "I walked to the tattoo shop, but I don't know where we are in relation to my apartment now."

Yoongi grabs the tongs and motions for Namjoon to give him his plate. "Your apartment is within walking distance of my shop?"

"It's about a twenty-minute walk."

Yoongi hands Namjoon his plate, freshly stacked with meat, and Namjoon sets it before him and waits for Yoongi to serve himself. "Do you live far?" he asks.

"Nah, also walking distance," Yoongi says. "But the bakery I got those donuts from is in the opposite direction, which is why I drove."

Giddiness is quickly replaced by guilt at the revelation that Yoongi went out of his way to get them treats that nobody ate. "Well, now I feel bad that we abandoned the donuts."

Yoongi shrugs. "We can go back for them after this if you're up for dessert. Or Jeongguk will eat them in the morning."

Namjoon likes the idea of returning to the shop for the sole purpose of sitting amongst Yoongi's artwork and eating donuts, but rather than expressing his interest, he decides to tease him. 

"Ahh, I see what this is," Namjoon responds playfully. Yoongi raises his eyebrows, and Namjoon continues. "You did all this to get me alone in the shop later."

"Totally," Yoongi responds sarcastically as he sits back and reaches for a leaf. 

"Taehyungie must have told you we had sweets before we arrived, and you used that knowledge to your advantage. You're very cunning, hyung. I'm impressed."

Yoongi nods slowly, then has a bite of his food, and Namjoon takes this as his cue to dig in. Once again, they eat without saying much, and Namjoon keeps their beers topped off. By the time they're finished with their food and sitting back with satisfied groans, the beer pitcher is a little over half empty. 

They decide to abandon the rest of the pitcher, and after a heated round of bickering over who gets to pay for the tab, Yoongi stands and makes his way to the register without giving Namjoon any more opportunity to argue. Namjoon considers taking chase and strong-arming him away from the counter but decides that after dumping his water all over himself, he's already caused enough of a scene for one evening. Instead, he downs the last of his beer and joins Yoongi near the door. 

"Are you sure you're good to drive, hyung?" Namjoon asks as they approach Yoongi's car. Yoongi isn't stumbling, and he doesn't seem to be drunk, but Namjoon wants to make sure.

"Yeah, I'm good," Yoongi mutters as the doors to his car unlock. 

Namjoon opens the passenger side and slides into the seat. Yoongi's car has a musky, citrus smell that makes Namjoon feel at home, and he sinks back, comforted by Yoongi's presence. 

"I guess you didn't drink enough beer to confess, then, hmm?" Namjoon teases, turning his head to look at Yoongi. 

Yoongi stretches his arm behind the passenger seat as he looks behind him and backs up just enough to pull out of the parallel parking space. The proximity of his arm makes Namjoon's stomach swoop, and he can't help but study Yoongi's slight frown as he concentrates. There's a playful glint to Yoongi's eyes as he glances at Namjoon before pulling his arm away and shifting gears. 

"I asked Taehyung about you after the first time he brought you to the shop," Yoongi says as he pulls onto the road. 

Happiness spreads like wildfire across Namjoon's face, warming his cheeks. All he can bring himself to say is, "Really?"

Yoongi hums. "He mentioned you weren't into piercings or tattoos and that he had only brought you to the shop to meet Jeongguk. So, you can imagine my surprise when you kept coming back."

"I went back hoping to see you," Namjoon says, watching intently as Yoongi's eyes drift toward him before returning to the road, and the edge of his lips upturn.

"I was hoping you would say that," Yoongi confesses softly. He chuckles and shakes his head, and Namjoon hums as if to ask what's on his mind. 

"When Taehyung mentioned out of the blue that you wanted to get a tattoo, I almost didn't believe him." They pull up to a stop light, and Yoongi turns slightly, smiling at Namjoon. The red light filters through the windshield, casting a pretty pink glow over Yoongi's skin. 

"I thought he was just finding some silly roundabout way to give me your number," Yoongi continues. "I hesitated before contacting you."

"Wow, hyung," Namjoon grins, "you almost missed your shot."

Yoongi shakes his head and turns his eyes back to the road. The light turns green as Yoongi mutters, "I would have asked you out eventually."

Namjoon feels powerless to do anything but sit and stare. Yoongi watches the road intently with a small smile tugging at his lips, then pulls up to the curb and puts the car in park. Yoongi shuts off the ignition, turns to Namjoon, and nods toward the shop as he mutters, "Here we are."

Here we are. Namjoon lets the sentence settle in and take up space inside his chest, keeping his eyes on Yoongi's pretty face just a beat longer. Then he smiles to himself, undoes his seatbelt, and gets out of the car. The sound of Yoongi's door closing is heard as Namjoon moseys slowly to the entrance of the tattoo shop. 

At night, a red neon TATTOO sign hangs bright in the window, which is covered by black curtains—a lone beacon for what's hidden inside the otherwise plain-looking brick storefront. Yoongi walks ahead and unlocks the door, holding it open for Namjoon. 

Namjoon enters the dark shop, taking only a few steps through the door so Yoongi can close it and turn the lock. Then, light comes to life slowly, left on a dim setting that Yoongi controls beside the door. Namjoon makes his way toward the counter where the donuts are and sits on the leather office chair on the opposite side. 

"Just make yourself at home," Yoongi mutters as he grabs the bag containing the pastry box, leans over the counter and plops it in front of Namjoon. 

"Don't mind if I do," Namjoon responds with a grin as he watches Yoongi walk through the shop, spinning around in the chair for the best view. Yoongi grabs the large matching leather chair from his desk and wheels it over, pulling it close to Namjoon's side. Air puffs from the cushion as Yoongi practically throws himself into the seat. 

Now that they're alone again, Namjoon feels a swell of anxiety beginning to grow in his tummy. Sure, they were flirtatious in the restaurant, but what if Namjoon says or does something that comes off as too forward? Or what if Yoongi wants something Namjoon isn’t quite ready to give? He doesn't want to make Yoongi uncomfortable. 

"Namjoon," Yoongi grumbles, and Namjoon blinks, only to realize he has once again been staring.

Namjoon clears his throat. "Yes, hyung?"

But how could Namjoon look anywhere else when Yoongi is so close and so pretty? It's as if Yoongi has placed Namjoon under some kind of enchantment, and all he can do is fall for him.

"What's on your mind?" Yoongi rasps.

Namjoon shakes his head, studying the slow twist of Yoongi's lips—pouty and pink. He wants to suck Yoongi's lower lip into his mouth and taste honey and metal. 

"Nothing," Namjoon mutters. 

Leather creaks as Yoongi leans toward Namjoon. His heart pounds, and he watches as Yoongi's eyes search his face with a curious smirk, down to his lips and back.

"You're thinking about nothing while gazing longingly at my lips?" Yoongi clarifies.

Namjoon's mind wanders, and he curses both chairs for having wheels. If only he could grab Yoongi by the hips and pull him onto his lap—but with his luck, they would topple over or knock into something important. 

Yoongi lets out a soft, raspy chuckle and shakes his head as he sits back in his chair. "It's too easy," he says under his breath. 

"What is too easy?" Namjoon asks, voice low, almost dreamy, as if he's caught in a trance. 

"Making you blush," Yoongi responds as he reaches for the bag and unties it. Namjoon, admittedly, has already forgotten about the donuts. 

Anxiety turns to confidence at Yoongi's words, and Namjoon leans forward, crowding Yoongi's space. He drops his voice even lower as he says, "How can I help it when you're so fucking pretty?"

Yoongi's fingers pause on the edges of the closed white box. "Pretty, hmm?"

"Very."

Abandoning his task, Yoongi cocks his head and keeps his eyes on Namjoon. "Keep talking like that, and I'll have to kiss you."

Namjoon's breath hitches, and he does his best not to show how affected he is by Yoongi's words. "Is that a threat?"

With a nod, Yoongi flicks his tongue out, delicately playing with his lip ring, making Namjoon's head spin as his eyes follow the movement. He leans in again, crowding Yoongi's space more as the chair groans beneath him. 

"Then I guess I have no choice but to continue."

"Dying to kiss me, hmm?" Yoongi teases.

Namjoon nods, feeling his cheeks flush at the admission. He fights the urge to advance on Yoongi and crush their lips together, containing the burning fire that threatens to consume him. He likes drawing it out and building the tension—he wants Yoongi to want it.

"It's crossed my mind a few times."

Yoongi's eyes are wide, pupils blown and focused on Namjoon like a predator that has cornered its prey. "It has?" 

Namjoon nods, and Yoongi asks, "When?"

A rich, woody musk mixed with a sweet, citrus hint that Namjoon has come to identify as Yoongi makes its way to Namjoon’s nose, and he breathes it in, letting it settle over and calm him.

Namjoon hums, pretends he’s giving it some thought, and says, “The second time I saw you. And every time after that.”

Yoongi scrapes his teeth gently over his lip ring. “The second time?”

Namjoon nods and hums, feeling his smile bloom wide. 

“Not the first time, though?” Yoongi teases. 

Namjoon shakes his head. “Nah, I was too intimidated to get a good look at you the first time.”

“And now?” Yoongi asks. 

Slowly, Yoongi reaches out and stops just before touching Namjoon’s cheek, and Namjoon can swear he feels warmth radiating from him. Namjoon doesn’t shy from the advance, and Yoongi gently brushes over the apple of Namjoon’s cheek with the backs of his fingers, sending a shiver through Namjoon that leaves him in a shattered exhale. 

Namjoon nods slowly. “Yes, and now.”

Yoongi’s fingertips trail delicately to Namjoon’s neck, over his pulse point, and gently press. Yoongi grins. “Your heart is pounding.”

Namjoon nods again.

“Because of me?”

“Yes,” Namjoon all but whispers. 

Yoongi leans in close, warm breath ghosting over Namjoon’s face, causing a fluttering in Namjoon’s tummy. Yoongi opens his mouth, possibly to speak, and his chair rolls back just enough to make him hang his head and laugh, dropping his hand from Namjoon’s neck to his shoulder. Namjoon breaks, chuckling and licking his lips while trying to wrap his head around the kiss that may have been. 

In a swift movement, Yoongi stands, sending his chair rolling away behind him, and he grabs onto Namjoon’s grey shirt and tugs on it—a silent request for Namjoon to get to his feet. Namjoon obeys and stands, and Yoongi guides him to turn and lean into the counter. 

There is no comfortable way to position himself against the edge of the countertop, and he doesn’t want to put too much weight against it, but he leans enough for his butt to meet the varnished wood and reaches for Yoongi’s white shirt to pull him close. 

Yoongi straddles one of Namjoon’s legs and opens his hands flat over his chest. At the angle Namjoon is at, he would have to lean forward to meet Yoongi's lips, so he stands tall, keeping himself just out of reach. 

“Are you gonna kiss me, then?” Yoongi grumbles, leaning closer. “Or are you gonna make me beg?” 

Namjoon gently grips onto Yoongi’s waist. “Well, now that you put it that way, hyung...” he teases. 

A deep, raspy whine comes from Yoongi, and Namjoon slides his hands up his sides and down to his hips. If that is what it sounds like when Yoongi is needy, he definitely wants to drag this out a little longer. 

“Please,” Yoongi groans, low and impatient. 

"You have the cutest moles," Namjoon says softly, trailing his gaze between Yoongi's nose and cheek, where two tiny brown spots grace his pale skin. Yoongi squints and grips Namjoon's shirt tightly with a huff. 

Namjoon can't help but feel smug as he mutters, "So pretty," reveling in how quickly Yoongi's eyes widen once more. 

"You're killing me, Joon," Yoongi whines as he leans close, resting his chin on Namjoon's chest. He bats his eyelashes and pouts, and Namjoon nearly caves.

"Joon, hmm?" Namjoon asks, raising an eyebrow at the new nickname. "Cute."

With an exasperated huff, Yoongi lets go of Namjoon's shirt, shoves at his chest, and turns to walk away. Namjoon chuckles, mutters, "Get back here," and reaches for Yoongi's wrist, tugging him to turn around and stumble into Namjoon's chest. Yoongi gasps as he twists and loses his footing, and Namjoon hardly gives him a chance to get his bearings before he leans forward, takes Yoongi's jaw delicately in his hand, and crashes their lips together. 

Yoongi lets out a confused, high-pitched hum that blends into a moan, and Namjoon smiles against his mouth before gently sucking his bottom lip between his teeth and flicking his tongue over Yoongi’s small, metal lip ring. A gasp falls from between Yoongi's lips as he flits the tip of his tongue against Namjoon’s and snakes his arms around Namjoon’s neck, pulling him close. 

Namjoon spreads his legs wide and welcoming, giving Yoongi all the room he needs, and Yoongi eagerly takes what is given, leaning into Namjoon until their chests are flush and their kiss is deep—heated and needy. He wraps his arms around Yoongi's waist and presses one hand against the small of Yoongi's back while the other glides up to gently cradle his head. 

The back and forth of licking into Yoongi's mouth, and retreating his tongue to allow Yoongi to lick into his, has Namjoon floating above the clouds. Everything is light and sweet with hints of bitter beer, and Namjoon doesn't ever want to stop kissing Yoongi now that he's begun.

When Yoongi finally does pull out of the kiss and gives a crooked smile with his swollen, spit-slicked lips, Namjoon lets out a pleased sigh and returns the smile, lost in how pretty Yoongi is and how good he feels being this close to him. Yoongi doesn't back up far enough for Namjoon to see his whole face, so Namjoon stares at his lips. 

"Correct me if I'm mistaken," Yoongi mutters in a teasing tone, "but I think you might have a crush on me, Joon."

Namjoon chuckles and squeezes his arms around Yoongi. "How could you tell?"

With a shrug, Yoongi licks over Namjoon's lips and says, "Just a hunch I have."

Namjoon parts his lips, but Yoongi doesn't advance again. Instead of diving in for another kiss, Namjoon rests his forehead against Yoongi's and closes his eyes. He breathes in Yoongi's scent and waits for him to make another move, enjoying the silence in his arms. 

"So," Yoongi says after a pause. He clears his throat and plays with Namjoon's hair, sending a shiver down his spine. "My place or yours?"

Nervousness creeps up Namjoon's throat, and he swallows it down, worrying that the flowers in his chest may begin to wilt before they've had a chance to bloom. He hates this stage of getting to know someone because it always feels like he's letting them down. But, as much as Namjoon really enjoys Yoongi's company, this is moving fast, and Namjoon doesn't do fast. 

"Oh, uh—I—uh, I don't do hookups." Namjoon winces, hating the sound of his voice and how difficult it is, suddenly, for him to speak.

A few seconds of silence hang between them, and Namjoon feels so overcome with worry that his palms begin to sweat. He opens his mouth to ramble out more of an explanation when Yoongi simply says, "I'm not looking for a hookup. I really like you, Namjoonah."

Though Yoongi's words make Namjoon happy, they do little to calm the dark cloud of worry that hangs over him, and he begins to ramble. "I like to wait until at least the third date, you know? Make sure the connection is really there. Not that I don't think you're genuine, I just, I don't know, I worry about moving too fast."

Namjoon's heart beats heavily, and despite Yoongi saying he really likes him, he can't help but worry if his old-school notion of needing to date a little more first will push him away. Yoongi takes a step back, leaving one arm still dangling over Namjoon's shoulder, and he smiles—a soft, pretty expression that soothes some of his nerves. 

"Two things," Yoongi says, lifting his index finger. "Number 1, despite inviting you to take this makeout session elsewhere, I do not only have sex on the mind. Would I dick you down in a heartbeat if you wanted that? Absolutely. Would I let you bend me over my tattoo bench if that’s what you desired? God, yes. But that is not the goal."

Namjoon opens his mouth, ready to groan about how brash Yoongi is, and Yoongi holds up a second finger as he presses both against Namjoon's lips, effectively shutting him up. 

"Which brings me to number two. I am more than happy to wait until we've gone on three dates before we do anything more. We can go on one hundred dates if that's what you need. And, if we decide to get more serious, we can continue to do anything but have sex if that's what you prefer. I just really like you, and I want more of you, and I'm not fussy about what having more of you entails."

Namjoon nods and presses a kiss against Yoongi's fingers, feeling the flowers begin to open up. He is not surprised that Yoongi is so patient and kind, but he is grateful. That alone makes him think that perhaps moving things a bit faster would be okay. 

"I don't think I'll need one hundred dates with you, hyung," Namjoon says as Yoongi frees his lips and returns his arm around his neck. Namjoon pulls Yoongi close and wraps him in a hug, resting his chin on Yoongi's shoulder. "I already feel a connection between us, but I also want to make sure we're on the same page and that we're not just rushing into things. And...well, I wasn't sure if you were interested in dating...but I was too nervous to ask."

"I respect that, Joon," Yoongi says as he nuzzles his nose against Namjoon's neck, sending a ticklish shiver through him. "I absolutely am into dating you, though, for the record."

A sigh of relief huffs between Namjoon's lips, and he hugs Yoongi close, breathing him in. Yoongi tangles his fingers into Namjoon's hair and leaves lazy kisses along his neck.

"So, two more dates, then?" Yoongi asks against Namjoon's skin.

Namjoon hums and nods his head. 

"Any chance you're free for breakfast?"

"Breakfast?" Namjoon repeats with a chuckle. He leans back just enough to catch a glimpse of Yoongi's face—flushed with a soft rosy hue. "Want to get those last two dates knocked out quickly, hyung?"

Yoongi nibbles on his bottom lip, smile fading slightly. Namjoon wonders if he's second-guessing what he's said—if he's worried Namjoon will think he's trying to move things along too quickly despite explicitly saying he needed time. 

"As a matter of fact, I am free for breakfast," Namjoon says before Yoongi has a chance to take it back. 

"It's not too soon?" Yoongi asks, confirming Namjoon's suspicions and setting butterflies aflight inside him.

Namjoon shakes his head and pulls Yoongi close, leaving a soft, reassuring peck on his lips. "We could even knock out date three tomorrow evening if you're not too busy."

Yoongi's eyes widen, and his lips tug into a grin. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I happen to have nothing scheduled for tomorrow."

"Good," Namjoon responds, nibbling on his bottom lip. Three dates in two days is fast. It's impulsive and lacks all the foresight Namjoon prefers to have. But Yoongi feels safe and genuine, and Namjoon decides he wants to take that chance. 

Namjoon wakes up with a smile, hugging his pillow close. Yoongi, who lives surprisingly close to Namjoon, walked him home last night and kissed him against his front door until they were exhausted and Yoongi had no choice but to go home. Namjoon had exactly enough energy to clean his tattoo and apply some of the cream that Yoongi gave him, and after that, it was a battle to keep his eyes open for the remaining five whole minutes it took to receive the text that Yoongi had gotten home. After wishing Yoongi goodnight, Namjoon wrapped his arms around his favorite pillow and fell asleep within minutes, thinking about him as he drifted off. 

Beside him, his phone dings to life with notifications, and Namjoon smiles and reaches for his phone. His smile fades somewhat when he discovers the texts aren't quite from the man he wants to hear from, but he delights in getting a chance to talk about that man a little.

Tae Tae 🎁 How was your dinner date 😉😉😉

Namjoon I think I'm in love

Tae Tae 🎁 😱😱😱 dasfhaksjfWAIT WHAT 

Namjoon can't help the wide, bright smile that tugs on his lips. Thoughts of Yoongi watching him over the dinner table and kissing him against the shop counter flood back, and Namjoon hugs his pillow tighter, nuzzling into the soft yellow fabric.

Tae Tae 🎁 I was joking! I thought you were just getting dinner and drinks casually as friends???????

Namjoon Why didn't you warn me Yoongi is such a flirt?

Tae Tae 🎁 WHAT

Namjoon From the moment we sat down to eat he was so snarky and playful.

Tae Tae 🎁 HE WHAT

Namjoon I didn't stand a chance, Tae. I'm a weak man.

Tae Tae 🎁 WHAT IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW

Namjoon You okay?

Tae Tae 🎁 NO I AM NOT OKAY

Namjoon Get well soon! ❤️

Tae Tae 🎁 I'm coming over. We have THINGS to talk about. I'll bring breakfast!!!

Namjoon Sorry, Tae, can't do breakfast! I have a date this morning.

Namjoon's phone rings, shining brightly with Taehyung's face, and Namjoon chuckles and lets it go for a couple more seconds for dramatic effect. He doesn't have a chance to mutter, "Hello?" before Taehyung shouts, "I need answers!"

"Ask away," Namjoon says. 

"Start from the top. How did everything happen?"

"Well," Namjoon says, clearing his throat, "it all began when my best friend took me to this tattoo shop to watch a pretty boy stab a hole through his skin."

"You are insufferable," Taehyung interrupts with a huff. "Fast forward. Jeongguk and I left, and then what?"

Namjoon deflects. "Did you two leave intentionally?"

"I...don't know what you're talking about, hyung."

Namjoon hums. "Interesting. So when Yoongi was outside, and then Jeongguk got a mysterious text that made both of you act suspiciously moments before you made some excuse to leave...that was all a coincidence?"

Taehyung's tone is one that he gets when he's been cornered—a little lower than usual, with the words coming out muttered. "What other explanation could there be?"

"Yoongi asked you two to leave," Namjoon suggests.

"Wait, did he tell you about that?" Taehyung blurts. 

Namjoon laughs, hearty and loud, and says, "I knew it! Wow, you guys are not sneaky at all."

Taehyung mutters, "Shit," under his breath, then says, "Wait, so you and Yoongi have another date?"

Namjoon hums. "After he finished the tattoo, we went to get something to eat. He had brought donuts, but I mentioned that we only had sweets that day, so he suggested we eat a proper dinner. We had some beer and soju, and then Yoongi convinced me to go back to the shop and eat the donuts for dessert. But we, uh…never ate them."

"Wait, so at what point did it go from being a casual hang out to a date?"

"Not sure," Namjoon responds, playing everything back in his head. They flirted over dinner, and Yoongi said he liked Namjoon, but nothing was really spoken until the car ride back. 

"There was flirting over barbeque. And in the car back to the shop, he confessed that he had been asking you about me. Which, honestly, I am shocked you were able to keep a secret."

"Wow," Taehyung responds, sounding scornful.

"But then at the shop, I kissed him, and—"

"You kissed him!" Taehyung shouts. 

Namjoon hums in response, nibbling on his lip. 

"You kissed him?" Taehyung reiterates with emphasis. 

"Yup," Namjoon responds. 

"Wow. You are a changed man. I don't even know who you are anymore. Can we get lunch, then? Or will you be at your new boyfriend's house all day?"

Namjoon clears his throat and does his best to ignore the word boyfriend being thrown around. "I could do a late lunch. Just in case I get caught up at his for a while."

"I can't believe this is happening," Taehyung mutters. "The man who I said goodbye to at the shop last night is not the man I speak to today."

Namjoon's phone vibrates in his hand, and he pulls it away, noticing a notification from Yoongi. "Hey, I gotta go, Yoongi's up."

"Yah, I'm not done asking questions!" Taehyung shouts indignantly.

"There will be plenty of time for that later. I gotta go."

Namjoon hangs up on Taehyung mid-unintelligible grumble and rolls onto his back as he checks his message from Yoongi.

Yoongi 🌻 You up? I was thinking about cooking breakfast if that's something you might be interested in?

Namjoon I am up, and I am interested.

Yoongi 🌻 Hey, handsome 🙂

Joy bursts warm in Namjoon's chest—flowers bloom to life. 

Namjoon Hey, pretty 🙂

Yoongi 🌻 My house or yours?

Namjoon Yours? I don't cook much, so I might not have everything you need.

Yoongi 🌻 Sounds good. Give me 30 to shower and then head over whenever? I'll send you my address.

Namjoon Perfect.

Namjoon bursts out of bed, throwing his powder blue and pastel yellow bedding into a heap. He showers fast but thoroughly, thinking about what Yoongi might wear, and what he should wear to eat breakfast with Yoongi, and whether or not Yoongi will have his hair tied back, and what kinds of food Yoongi might want to cook for him. 

He brushes his teeth with his lips pulled into a smile, remembering how good Yoongi felt in his arms and against his lips, then he spreads cream over his sunflower tattoo, thinking about how talented and amazing Yoongi is, and towels his hair, wondering if Yoongi would like it if he styled it at all, before deciding to leave it to dry normally while he returns to his room to find an outfit. 

After some fussing over deciding if he should show up in something more formal and fitting, he feels that might be weird. So, Namjoon puts on a marigold orange short-sleeve button-up that has white rickrack daisies sewn on, leaving it unbuttoned over a tight white tee, and puts on some loose but fitted jeans, spinning in the mirror to make sure they hug his butt just right. 

It has been thirty-five minutes since Yoongi said he needed thirty minutes, and Namjoon paces around his room. He doesn't want to seem too eager, but he's sure Yoongi knows he's eager, so he wonders what there is for him to worry about. There's a voice in the back of Namjoon's mind nagging at him for taking things fast and not thinking them through, and Namjoon decidedly ignores it and thinks about Yoongi's pretty lips instead. 

And maybe things are going too fast. Maybe they are doing everything too soon. But nobody has ever made Namjoon feel the way Yoongi does, and Namjoon doesn't want to let him slip away. 

Namjoon I'm ready, hyung. Should I head over?

Yoongi doesn't respond immediately, and Namjoon continues to pace. He knows Yoongi is getting ready and does not want to overthink it, but his nerves are livewires buzzing with electricity, and he is afraid to explode.

Yoongi 🌻 Yes! I can't wait to see you! 🙂 Please hurry before I go insane!

As if Namjoon's smile could possibly get any wider, it does. To play down his excitement, he opts for teasing. 

Namjoon It's okay if you're not ready, hyung. I can wait another thirty minutes.

As soon as Namjoon hits send, he sprints into his living room, slides across the floor and nearly barrels into his front door as he bends and reaches for a pair of Nikes that match his marigold shirt. Putting them on is a precarious feat as Namjoon opts out of sitting on a flat surface and, instead, hops on one foot at a time as he slides on and ties each shoe. 

Yoongi 🌻 Namjoonah. Get here before I change my mind. 

Namjoon Wow, threatening me already on our second date. Not a good look, hyung.

Yoongi 🌻 😐

Namjoon grabs his keys from a hook beside his door and gives his apartment one last glance as if to make sure everything is turned off, despite having turned nothing on, and then locks up.

Namjoon I guess I could see what Taehyung is up to since he would never threaten me. He invited me to breakfast, but I turned him down. 

Yoongi 🌻 Turns out I only made enough hollandaise sauce for one, anyway, so have fun with Taehyung! 

The morning is cool, despite it inching closer to noon, and Namjoon sets out in the direction of Yoongi's place, checking his map app to be sure. He can't believe his luck that they live in the same neighborhood—he wonders if they've crossed paths before.

Namjoon Is that so?

A persistent buzzing in Namjoon's hand surprises him, and he realizes Yoongi is calling. He once again lets it go for a few seconds for dramatic effect before answering. 

"Have you called to threaten me some more, hyung?" Namjoon asks snarkily.

"Actually, I was hoping to guilt trip you," Yoongi responds. His voice sounds deeper than Namjoon remembers, sending a chill through him. "Or, perhaps gaslight you. Whichever gets you here faster."

Namjoon chuckles and glances up at the street sign, then takes a right.

"Wow, so many red flags, hyung!"

Yoongi hums and says, "They're yellow at best."

Namjoon smiles widely. "Good thing yellow is my favorite color, I guess."

"So you'll reconsider and come over?" Yoongi asks, sounding hopeful.

Namjoon hums dramatically as if he has to give it some serious thought. A glance at the sign at the end of the block indicates to Namjoon that he's about halfway to Yoongi's place. "Maybe. What's in it for me, again?"

It sounds like Yoongi scoffs. "Aside from my amazing company?"

Namjoon hums.

"I happen to be a great cook. And I seem to remember you liked the way I kissed you, so I was hoping to offer you some more of that."

"Food and kisses. Alright, that's a good start. What else?"

The call ends. Namjoon almost doesn't believe it until he pulls his phone from his ear to find the screen black. He laughs and shakes his head, then checks the upcoming street sign and unlocks his phone to make sure he's still going the right way. 

Before Namjoon can open his maps app, a text comes in from Yoongi. It's his face from a downward angle, and he's pouting with his pretty lower lip sticking out, metal ring prominent in the center. Yoongi could be wearing a shirt, for all Namjoon knows, but Namjoon wouldn't be able to say what color it is.

Goosebumps cover Namjoon's skin, and he nearly walks into a man coming around the corner—has to stop in his tracks and fumble backward, apologizing. The man doesn't care, but Namjoon becomes acutely aware once more of the effect Yoongi has on him, and he can't help but blush over how much the man makes him swoon.

Namjoon switches to his maps app to find that once he crosses the street, he'll be at Yoongi's apartment. His heart begins to pound, hands get a slight quake, and he takes a deep breath. Namjoon double-checks the address, then calls Yoongi back. Yoongi answers on the first ring but doesn't say anything. 

"So pretty," Namjoon says softly, grazing his teeth over his bottom lip. 

"Too bad the man I took that pretty selca for is standing me up," Yoongi grumbles.

Namjoon looks both ways and crosses the street. His pulse is so heavy in his chest as he glances up to the building to his right and confirms the address. "Is that so?" 

Yoongi hums. 

"I guess you'll just have to forget about that jerk, then," Namjoon says as he walks up the stairs to Yoongi's building. Someone comes barreling out the front door with their hands full, and Namjoon shifts to grab the door and hold it open for them, then takes the opportunity to enter the building. 

"Is that so?" Yoongi asks, and Namjoon hums. 

"How am I supposed to do that?"

Namjoon hums. "What would you like to do?"

Yoongi lives in apartment 613, so Namjoon makes his way through the mostly empty lobby, hoping that Yoongi doesn't hear any sounds that could alert him to his whereabouts. He gets to the elevator and gently holds his hand over the bottom of his phone to shield the microphone from the sounds of the elevator arriving and the doors closing. 

"I don't know," Yoongi pouts. "I was hoping to kiss this cute guy, but he's being mean, so now I have nobody to kiss."

"What a shame," Namjoon mutters sympathetically before covering the microphone once more as the elevator dings to indicate that he has made it to the sixth floor. He hears Yoongi hum with a whiny lilt, and his eyes flutter closed for just a second from how good it sounds.

"What would you do if I was at your door?" Namjoon asks, stepping off the elevator.

With a huff, Yoongi whines, "You're teasing me."

"Play along."

Yoongi hums. "I would pull you in by the collar and kiss you stupid, obviously."

"I'd like that," Namjoon responds, voice quiet and deep.

"Too bad you're not here, then, hmm?"

Namjoon grins and bites his lip. "Yes, I am."

There's a pause before Yoongi chuckles. "You're so mean today." 

"Open your door and see for yourself."

"Namjoonah," Yoongi grumbles, "you're not funny."

Namjoon lifts his hand and knocks on the door, and he can swear he hears Yoongi gasp. "Open up for me, hyung."

It's faint, but Namjoon can hear Yoongi moving through his place. Yoongi says nothing more. He opens his door and squints at Namjoon with a look of amused disbelief. His hair is down, hanging over his pretty cheeks, and Namjoon slowly lowers his hand to his side and smiles, unable to find the words as he stares at the pretty man before him. The smell of cooked onions and peppers hits Namjoon's nose, giving his mouth another reason to water. 

"Such a tease," Yoongi whines as he reaches for the collar of Namjoon's shirt and tugs him into his place. 

Namjoon allows himself to be dragged forward, and once he's in far enough to allow the door to close behind him, Yoongi promptly pushes him back against the door, closing it loudly as he crowds his space and presses their lips together. 

Yoongi's lips are soft and warm—with a small, cool strip of metal that already feels familiar—and Namjoon moans into their touch and lifts his arms to wrap around his middle and pull him close. His phone is still in his hand—still on the call, for all he knows—but Namjoon's free hand rubs up the expanse of Yoongi's back, to his neck, as he licks into Yoongi's mouth and his fingers push into his hair. 

"I missed you," Yoongi groans against Namjoon's lips. His hands are on Namjoon's neck and chest, gripping firmly.

"Missed you too, hyung."

Namjoon tastes mint on Yoongi's tongue, and he licks and sucks gently at it, pulling sweet sounds from Yoongi's throat. Yoongi feels eager to get impossibly closer, pressing Namjoon against the door as their bodies stand flush, and Namjoon pulls Yoongi toward him in an attempt to comply. 

Yoongi breaks the kiss with a smile, and Namjoon attempts to look into his eyes as he presses their foreheads together. He feels so at home in Yoongi's arms that he doesn't want to let him go.

"How was the walk here?" Yoongi asks, panting as if kissing Namjoon took every ounce of his strength.

"Aside from almost walking into traffic when I saw your selca? Not too bad."

Yoongi slaps Namjoon on the shoulder and chuckles. "You're terrible."

"But I'm here," Namjoon responds. 

Yoongi nods and closes the minuscule gap between them, connecting their lips with a moan. Namjoon wants to put away his phone, take off his shoes, and get comfortable, but he also wants to keep Yoongi in his arms, so he kisses—licks and sucks and gasps—until Yoongi pulls away once more, cheeks flushed and lips slick and kiss-pink. 

"So pretty," Namjoon mutters, lifting his hand to gently cup Yoongi's cheek so he can run his thumb over his bottom lip. 

Yoongi seems to make an attempt to compose himself as he takes a step back and clears his throat. Namjoon lets his hands fall away from Yoongi and shoves his phone into his pocket. He only now takes in the rest of Yoongi's appearance—an oversized black tee and black joggers with house slippers. He looks so cozy, Namjoon can't hold back a smile as he toes out of his shoes.

"You look so tiny and cute in your oversized clothes," Namjoon says, stepping toward Yoongi, who takes a step back. "Just wanna scoop you up and carry you around everywhere I go."

Yoongi squints and scoffs. As he cocks his head, Namjoon's eyes fall to the pretty flowers on his neck. "Do it then," Yoongi challenges. 

Namjoon grins, takes a step forward, and as he bends at the hips, he grabs the backs of Yoongi's thighs and lifts him. Yoongi gasps and wraps his arms around Namjoon's neck, and Namjoon straightens out and settles Yoongi's thighs around his hips. With a smug smile, Namjoon cranes his neck back, having to look up at Yoongi.

"I'm not small," Yoongi grumbles, and Namjoon laughs.

"You are, actually," Namjoon says as he turns and scopes out a path to Yoongi's kitchen. 

Yoongi's apartment is an open concept with the living room and kitchen divided by a wooden dining table and a marble-topped island. Everything is dark woods and brown leathers, sleek and tidy, with medium blue accent walls which have paintings of flowers and posters of old films scattered about. 

There is a large metal bowl on the otherwise vacant island, and Namjoon approaches it and leans to the side to have a look at it, tilting Yoongi in the movement—who clings to him like a koala.

"Looks like there's enough hollandaise for two," Namjoon mutters as he eyes up the yellow sauce that Yoongi left the whisk inside. 

"It's probably broken," Yoongi mutters sourly.

"I don't know what that means, but it looks fine to me."

Namjoon continues to pad through Yoongi's kitchen, looking at the ingredients that have been left on the counter. In a pan on the stove, under a clear lid, are potatoes that appear to be cubed and cooked with onions, peppers, and other colorful things. Yoongi rests his cheek on Namjoon's shoulder, breathing warm air on his neck. 

"What's left to cook, hyung?"

Yoongi nuzzles his nose against Namjoon's neck, just below his ear, sending a shiver through him. "I began to braise short ribs last night. I just need to heat that, warm some english muffins, and poach some eggs."

With a dramatic sigh, Namjoon grumbles. "Sounds too complicated for me to do, so I guess I'll have to put you down."

Yoongi hums. "Darn."

Namjoon returns to the island and sets Yoongi atop it beside his bowl of sauce. Yoongi pushes Namjoon petulantly against the chest, forcing him to stumble back with a chuckle, and he hops down and goes to work in the kitchen, pulling a container from a very tidy refrigerator that appears to store the aforementioned braised short ribs. Namjoon uses his palms to lift himself and hop up onto the island where he had set Yoongi, and he watches Yoongi get to work warming everything and starting water to poach eggs. 

Sitting on Yoongi's counter while he finishes preparing breakfast sets Namjoon at ease in a way he's never experienced. For starters, nobody has ever cooked something that has appeared so intricate before. Just knowing Yoongi began to braise the short ribs last night makes him lightheaded with affection. 

Yoongi seems to have an ah-ha moment and turns on the balls of his feet. He grabs the bottom of Namjoon's pants and rolls it up, cocking his head to get a look at his handy work. A smile tugs at Yoongi's lips, warming Namjoon's heart.

"Looks good, sun seeker," Yoongi mutters. 

"Of course it does, hyung. You're amazing."

Yoongi's fingers hover over Namjoon's jeans, where the pant leg is rolled into a cuff several inches from his ankle. He looks up at Namjoon with a soft smile, then stands straight and gets back to work. 

It's not long before Yoongi is setting his and Namjoon's places at a table with braised short rib eggs benedicts, breakfast potatoes and kimchi. Namjoon busies himself with opening drawers and cabinets for silverware and glasses. 

"Grab two glasses for water and two champagne flutes, please," Yoongi says as he leans into the refrigerator. 

"Champagne flutes?"

Yoongi stands holding champagne in one hand and orange juice in the other. He grins—gums showing and eyes twinkling—and for a moment, all of Namjoon's brain function screeches to a halt. He still cannot fathom how pretty Yoongi is, much less the fact that he is standing in his kitchen. 

"You sure have a staring problem," Yoongi says in a mock disgusted tone.

"Sorry I find you so attractive," Namjoon responds with a grimace and a roll of his eyes. He continues to search Yoongi's cabinet for glasses, finding champagne flutes on a high shelf. 

Namjoon finishes setting the table, Yoongi pours them water and mixes mimosas, and then they sit to eat. Everything tastes so good, Namjoon malfunctions and needs a moment to sit back in his seat and stare at his plate. He questions whether Yoongi is simply good at everything—wonders what else he can do—and then silently chastises himself for letting his mind wander to Yoongi's talented fingers and pretty pale skin, attempting to stop his thoughts before they get too carried away. 

"You hate it," Yoongi grumbles. 

Namjoon shakes his head and blinks away the image of Yoongi sprawled out naked on his granite countertop. "I definitely do not hate it, hyung. I was just lost in thought."

"Oh?"

A glance at Yoongi's smirk sends warmth to Namjoon's cheeks, and he cuts off a large piece of egg, meat and bread and shoves it quickly into his mouth.

Yoongi cocks an eyebrow. "Lost in thought about...?"

"You," Namjoon mutters with a mouthful of food, making Yoongi chuckle.

For the rest of breakfast, Namjoon does his best to avoid Yoongi's gaze and eat his food. But as he drinks his mimosa—which Yoongi continues to fill—he finds it harder and harder not to sneak glances. Yoongi tucks his hair behind his ears, and despite it being such a small thing, Namjoon finds it impossible not to adore the centimeters of skin now visible. 

With a belly full of food and a head full of Yoongi, Namjoon leans his elbows against the table and cradles his chin in his hands. Yoongi clears the dishes and returns, leaning against the table beside Namjoon with his arms crossed over his chest. 

"How was date number two?" Yoongi asks with a shy smile and glazed-over eyes.

"Was? It's not over yet, hyung."

"Oh?"

Namjoon scoots back in his chair, far enough from the table to make room for another body, and pats his thigh. "Come here and kiss me."

Yoongi's mouth falls open, and he complies—stands slowly and takes the two steps between them, then sits on Namjoon's lap with his legs hanging over the sides of the wooden chair. Yoongi's arms drape over Namjoon's shoulders, and Namjoon grabs Yoongi's ass and scoots him higher onto his legs, making Yoongi gasp.

"Careful pulling me too close," Yoongi grumbles as he leans forward and nuzzles his nose against Namjoon's. "I'm wearing sweatpants."

At the veiled mention of Yoongi's cock, Namjoon feels blood rush to his. He considers saying to hell with his three-date rule and carrying Yoongi to his room, but the anticipation is so satisfying, he stays strong and reminds himself that their third date will be taking place later in the evening, anyway. 

"Now who's the tease," Namjoon mutters as his hands rub up and down Yoongi's sides and back.

"Can't help myself," Yoongi responds as he licks over Namjoon's lips with kimchi and orange juice on his breath. "But I want to respect your boundaries, so you deserve a warning."

Namjoon feels warm and fuzzy, and he moves his hands back down to Yoongi's ass and lifts him as he stands from the chair. Yoongi wraps around Namjoon tight, and Namjoon walks them to a large brown leather couch, then bends, laying Yoongi on his back.

"You're cute, hyung," Namjoon mutters as he settles between Yoongi's legs and hovers over him.

A pretty blush covers Yoongi's cheeks, and he stares up at Namjoon with wide, curious eyes. His arms lift above his head, and Namjoon imagines grabbing onto his wrists and holding him in place against the arm of the couch. 

"What if I want to feel the effects I have on you?" Namjoon asks as he leans down and slots their lips together. 

Yoongi gasps and allows Namjoon to suck and lick at his mouth as he pleases, holding it open. Namjoon smiles against Yoongi's lips, loving the way he feels, but he can't help but wonder what has him so pliant beneath him.

"Unless you don't want me to," Namjoon continues. 

"You wanna make me hard and force me to rub one out as soon as you leave?" Yoongi mutters against Namjoon's lips, making him chuckle.

After a hum, Namjoon says, "I like the thought of you jerking off while thinking about me, so I won't say no."

Yoongi's arms snake beneath Namjoon's, and he grabs Namjoon by the ass and pulls him down as he rolls his hips up, grazing the semi-hard bulge in Namjoon's jeans with a bulge of his own. Pleasure bursts through Namjoon, and he lets out a deep moan, watching in delight as Yoongi's face warps with pleasure. 

"And are you going to walk home with a boner?" Yoongi teases. 

"At this stage, I have no choice," Namjoon responds with a downward roll of his hips, grazing their cocks, and causing them to groan in tandem.

Namjoon kisses Yoongi's lips, down to his chin and jaw, and over to the flowers on his neck—each time pulling tiny sounds from Yoongi's mouth that cause warmth to spread over him. Yoongi slides his hands into Namjoon's back pockets and gives his ass a firm squeeze, and Namjoon huffs a ragged breath against Yoongi's skin that breaks out into goosebumps. 

"What's off limits?" Yoongi whines as he rolls his hips up once more. 

Panic surges through Namjoon—he truly does not know, at this point, what he might consider off limits. Prior to meeting Yoongi, many things were off limits that now seem like no big deal. Namjoon continues to kiss Yoongi's neck and hums to show he's giving it some thought.

"I don't know anymore," Namjoon finally admits. "I've never wanted someone this badly before."

"That can't be true," Yoongi whines, breathy and sweet.

"It is," Namjoon responds softly. "I've liked people before, but it has always been a steady build. Never this intense. I already find myself worrying about how badly I might lose my mind if I don't see you again."

There's a sweet lilt to Yoongi's tone as he says, "You have me," and Namjoon drops his weight down, engulfs Yoongi and holds him close. 

Yoongi grunts under Namjoon's weight but holds him close—runs his hands up Namjoon's back and wraps his legs around his calves. Namjoon wants to calm his mind, but the proximity of their erections is at the forefront of his thoughts. He does his best to ignore that fact—does everything in his power not to let his hips rock, roll, twitch, or move in any other way. 

"I can't keep my hands off of you," Namjoon whines against Yoongi's neck, lips betraying his thoughts the moment he finishes thinking them.

Yoongi tilts his head into Namjoon, breathes warm sticky breath against Namjoon's ear and neck and whispers, "Touch me, then," and Namjoon's cock twitches, causing his hips to jerk. Yoongi gasps, digs his fingers into Namjoon's ribs and trembles beneath him. 

"S-sorry," Namjoon mutters, and Yoongi chuckles softly and whispers, "I like it."

Namjoon feels strange and perhaps a bit embarrassed, wondering what the hell he is doing, lying fully clothed on top of Yoongi on his couch. Warmth radiates between them, only enhanced by the leather beneath them, and Namjoon feels like, if he doesn't move soon, he might quite literally suffocate. And he is doing his best not to spiral and get up and back away and have a mental breakdown, but he is struggling—grounded only by the sweet musk and citrus of Yoongi's skin and hair. 

As if Yoongi can sense Namjoon's anxiety, he loosens his grip and strokes his palms up and down Namjoon's sides, snaking them under the over shirt and rubbing over the thin tee. Namjoon rolls his face away from Yoongi's neck, leans his forehead into his shoulder and lets out a deep breath. 

"Sorry, I just...I feel anxious," Namjoon admits. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" Yoongi asks sweetly, calmly. 

Namjoon hums and pecks at Yoongi's shoulder, lips dragging over his black cotton shirt. "My body wants two things, and I can't reconcile them."

"What's the first?"

A huff of air leaves Namjoon's nose—a nervous burst that is meant to disguise as laughter. "The first is that I want to jump off this couch and run as far away as I can to get my head clear."

Yoongi chuckles and continues to gently rub Namjoon's sides, shifting the fabric up and down with each movement. "And the second?"

Namjoon turns his face back into Yoongi's neck and drags his lips over his skin. "I want to pull your clothes off and worship you."

A gasp punches through Yoongi, and his fingertips dig into Namjoon's sides. Namjoon nips at Yoongi's neck, forcing sweet, low whimpers from his lips. 

"S-surely we could find a compromise," Yoongi groans, breathy and affected. Or, Namjoon reasons, crushed under his weight.

Namjoon bends at the knees enough to lift his hips and stomach, giving Yoongi room to breathe, keeping his lips against his neck. "What do you recommend, hyung?"

"Kiss me," Yoongi whines. 

With another drag of Namjoon's leg to get into a more comfortable, less crushing position, Namjoon manages to rub his ankle against the couch and pain surges through him, causing his body to seize. 

"Oh, fuck," Namjoon winces and sits up. 

Yoongi searches his face, brows knit with concern, and Namjoon begins to laugh, feeling foolish, muttering, "Scraped my tattoo on the couch."

"Sit up and I'll get back on your lap," Yoongi suggests as he wiggles into a seated position, pulling his legs from around Namjoon. 

Namjoon struggles to figure out what he was thinking, laying Yoongi down and getting on top of him. He feels silly as he sits back, suddenly cold from the loss of Yoongi's proximity. Yoongi stands before him and leans down, caging Namjoon's head with his arms as his hands grip onto the back of the couch. 

"We can stop," Yoongi suggests. It's an innocent enough statement, but Namjoon can't quite sort out how to interpret it, and he wonders if Yoongi wants to stop everything altogether and never see him again. 

"I'm sorry if I'm annoying you," Namjoon mutters before he can control himself. 

Yoongi slowly straddles Namjoon's legs, sitting gently and carefully as if, at any moment, Namjoon could tell him to stop and move away, and he would do exactly that. But Namjoon does not want Yoongi to stop or move away, and he lifts his hands to settle them over Yoongi's hips and assure him that his advances are welcome.

"What do you do when you feel anxious?" Yoongi asks, eyes searching between Namjoon's. 

Run away, Namjoon thinks. Avoid and ignore and avoid some more. 

Namjoon swallows a lump in his throat and lets out a deep breath. Perhaps champagne was a bad idea. He should have known he would get too handsy in Yoongi's apartment, on Yoongi's couch. He should have known he would smother and suffocate until Yoongi begged him to get out. 

"Take a walk," Namjoon says. "Create space and try to think."

"Do you want to leave?" Yoongi asks softly. And Namjoon knows that Yoongi is not telling him he has to leave, but there is a part of him that wonders if that is what Yoongi wants. He wishes he could stop spiraling. 

"No," Namjoon mutters, feeling weak. 

Yoongi leans forward and gives Namjoon a soft, warm kiss on the cheek. "Good. I don't want you to leave."

Relief washes over Namjoon, and he is so emotionally torn in every direction, he feels like he could cry. 

"I don't have a great track record with relationships," Namjoon admits, dropping his eyes to a spot on Yoongi's shirt, letting his gaze unfocus on the black nothing. "I get attached too quickly, and then, when it doesn't work out, I'm devastated. Over and over, always the same."

Fingertips graze over Namjoon's cheek, and he instinctively leans into the touch. "I'm the same way," Yoongi says with a hint of bitterness to his tone. With a scoff, he continues, "I had actually sworn off dating and started to bury myself in my work. And then you came along and ruined my plans, Namjoonah."

"I'm great at ruining things," Namjoon responds in an attempt to bring levity to the exchange, but his tone is too serious. 

"So I guess we'll both get too attached and break each other's hearts then," Yoongi mutters. 

Namjoon sighs. He appreciates Yoongi's calm yet straightforward responses. And although he wonders with all his heart if this could be different—if Yoongi could be the one to break the endless cycle of frustration—he worries that Yoongi could also be the one who breaks him the hardest and makes him hurt the most. 

"This is not how I wanted this date to go," Namjoon laments, still refusing to look Yoongi in the eye. 

"If it's any consolation, knowing what worries you is important to me," Yoongi responds. "Knowing we have the same fear and share a similar history gives me insight into how much communication and reassurance you may need. And, for the record, I will need the same."

Namjoon lets his head fall back against the couch, no longer capable of looking at anything but Yoongi's kind, pretty face. "It scares me how you always say exactly the right thing."

With a playful, devious flash of his eyes, Yoongi says, "Afraid I'm reading your mind and saying only the exact right things to ensnare you further so I can break your heart?"

"Worse," Namjoon responds as his hands rub up Yoongi's hips, below his shirt, fingertips grazing over bare skin. "Afraid you really are this perfect and that, in the end, you'll be the most devastating of all."

"Wow, Joonah. I never knew you could be so emo."

Laughter rocks through Namjoon's chest before he can stop himself; he feels lightheaded. "I assure you, hyung, I only get worse."

More silence settles between them, but Namjoon feels comfortable, finally. Yoongi's skin is soft and warm beneath his touch, and now that he has voiced his worries, they don't feel quite so heavy. Yoongi smiles softly, and Namjoon studies his face. Light, soft skin, dark, sharp eyes, hints of metal and round, pouty lips. 

"I guess if we're equally scared, we may as well take the plunge together," Namjoon finally says, feeling somewhat resolved. 

"Prolong the pain so it will only hurt worse later," Yoongi teases as he sits forward and crowds Namjoon's space. 

Namjoon chuckles, and although a terrifying swirl of nausea hits him, all he wants to think about is capturing Yoongi's lips with his and kissing him until he unravels. "Exactly," he mutters, inches from Yoongi's mouth. 

"So, for our third date tonight..." Yoongi begins, sucking Namjoon's bottom lip between his teeth instead of finishing his thought.

Namjoon hums and pulls Yoongi closer, in no rush to hear what he wants to say; he'll say it when he says it. Yoongi swirls his tongue over Namjoon's lip and releases it with a sigh. 

"Jeonggukie wants us to join him and Taehyungie at some club." 

Namjoon chuckles and takes his time, this time, sucking Yoongi's lip between his and forcing a groan from Yoongi's throat. Yoongi seems to melt in Namjoon's arms, slumping forward into his touch and falling pliant. Namjoon's mind spins, wondering what their dynamic might be in bed—whether Yoongi would want to be more in control or less—and he pulls Yoongi impossibly closer, licks into his mouth, tasting remnants of their meal. 

"I'm down," Namjoon mutters against Yoongi's lips. He moves away just enough to kiss Yoongi's chin and jaw. "We can go, have a drink or two, and if we hate it, dip. I don't care. Just want to be with you." 

"They're going to want to ask us invasive questions," Yoongi poses as an argument. 

Namjoon hums. "True, but I don't have anything to hide from Taehyungie. I'm not worried about what you tell Jeonggukie. In fact, I promised Tae lunch after this, so I could get all of the invasive questions out of the way ahead of time."

Yoongi is so responsive to Namjoon's touch, gently rolling his hips and craning his neck, pawing at Namjoon with his fingers and palms. Namjoon nips at his jaw, and Yoongi hisses and tilts his head to force Namjoon's lips back to his. 

"You would do that for me?" Yoongi asks against Namjoon's lips. 

Namjoon grins and lets Yoongi use his mouth—kissing, sucking and licking as he moans and groans and hums. Namjoon's hands slide up Yoongi's back, to his shoulder blades and down—soft and smooth and warm, and Yoongi's lips move along Namjoon's jaw, sending sparks through him. 

"I'm starting to think I would do anything for you," Namjoon mutters, allowing his eyes to flutter closed as Yoongi's lips and teeth find more sensitive spots to nip and kiss.

"That's dangerous, Joonah," Yoongi groans against Namjoon's neck. "Telling me that will only make me need you more."

"Good. Need me. Prolong our inevitable downfall for as long as possible by needing me."

Yoongi chuckles and shakes his head. He sits back and stares down at Namjoon, who can do nothing but smile back at him as his fingertips dance over his ribs. 

"So, tonight with the boys," Yoongi asks with an eyebrow cocked. "And then afterward..."

Warmth floods Namjoon's cheeks at the thoughts of what could transpire between them. With the knowledge that Yoongi has the same fears, Namjoon feels more comfortable moving things along quicker than he would in the past. Yoongi doesn't seem like the type to hook up and fuck off, and Namjoon doesn't want to wait any longer to take things further. Perhaps, Namjoon thinks, Yoongi is the sun that he seeks—warm and bright and secure.

"My place or yours?" Namjoon asks, and Yoongi grins. 

just 1 part left! it’ll be steamy, so get excited! this is the outfit namjoon wore to date 2.

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