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“I don’t know how to do this.”
“What? Kiss?” Seokjin asks. If he’s never done it before, he’s a natural at it.
“No, no.”
“What is it then?” Seokjin says. “Sex?”
Namjoon groans and shakes his head. “Not that. Okay, god, I’m not with words.”
“Kim Namjoon, you’re so dumb,” Seokjin says before he grabs him by the back of the neck and kisses him for all he’s worth. Namjoon’s lips are perfect because of course they are. He’s the dumbest person Seokjin has ever met, and he has never wanted anything more than to love him.
“I don’t know how to navigate, um, relationships?” Namjoon says eventually.
“What am I, a Rubik’s cube?” he smiles at him, because Namjoon really is all brains but no sense. Most people aren’t allowed to be both gorgeous and genius. The universe had to compensate by making Namjoon completely unable to handle his own emotions. And this is the dumb, genius, wonderful, gorgeous, stupid man that Seokjin has fallen in love with. “You don’t need to… Namjoon, it’s not like I’m some sort of puzzle, okay? We’ve been friends since the day we met, nothing is going to change. I just want you to cuddle me some more, okay?” He also wants to know if his suspicions are right about what Namjoon has in his pants, but he’s not going to say that right now.
“I’m sorry. I’m always an idiot when it comes to real world scenarios.”
“I know.”
“It’s just, I really really love you and-”
“You love me?” Seokjin asks, his eyes open wide like a goldfish. They have not covered that ground yet. 24 hours ago, they hadn’t even acknowledged liking each other as more than friends.
“What?” Namjoon may not be away of what he just said.
“Christ, Namjoon,” Seokjin says and then kisses him with his tongue and Namjoon makes a content sound and lets Seokjin do whatever he wants. “I love you too, you dumb genius.”
Seokjin presses him up against the head of the bed and climbs on top of him, not letting him go anywhere. He’s waited so long to touch and kiss Namjoon and he honestly never wants to let him leave him ever. He imagines Yoongi and Hoseok are in the exact same situation right now in their own hotel room. Of course, those two said the L word quite some time ago. Seokjin has to make up for lost time.
Namjoon is so much better than any other man in the world, and Seokjin knows that. He pities other people. Hell, he even pities his friends. Namjoon is cute and smart and funny and ungodly sexy. And he knows for a fact that Namjoon has picked out a good boyfriend too, because Seokjin is the most handsome man ever and a delight to be around.
Namjoon doesn’t know where to put his hands. He’s never been in a… compromising situation like this. With Seokjin sitting on his lap, not quite grinding but certainly making Namjoon feel a certain way.
Seokjin is tall with gangly limbs. He’s shorter than Namjoon, but not by a whole lot. He’s much more awkward in his body than he lets on. He’s incredibly self-conscious about his fingers but Namjoon told him about a week into knowing him that he thought they were cool, and he wasn’t lying. Honestly, he would love nothing more than to ravish him and make him feel like the most special man in the world, because that’s what he is.
“I love you,” Namjoon says against his mouth because it’s too much to bear. He can’t escape all of the passion and hunger he has for him. He wants to do everything with him. He wants to see the world and play video games and fail at cooking and go grocery shopping. He wants to adopt a dog and wake up early to take pictures of Seokjin sleeping while cuddling with that dog. He wants to be unbeatable.
“I love you more, dumby,” Seokjin replies, kissing his cheek and then his jaw and then his neck. He’s trying to determine if he’s going to go lower. He doesn’t know right now if he’s going to fuck Namjoon or be fucked by Namjoon, but he’s sure it’ll all work itself out.
“You don’t actually think I’m dumb, do you?” Namjoon asks, pulling away.
Seokjin smiles at him and kisses him once and then twice. “No, Namjoon. You’re the smartest person I’ve ever met in my entire life. You could race circles around me with your big brain and I would find it so, so sexy. You’re just so emotionally constipated that it’s hard to remember what big of a brain you have when I’m out here screaming at the top of my lungs how much I like you and you can’t even hear it. But I like that about you. It makes you Namjoon.”
“I’m sorry,” Namjoon says, but Seokjin holds his face in his hands and forces their eye contact.
“Okay, Joon, from now on, you have to make me a promise. You’re never going to apologize to me again unless you really fucked up, okay? So, if you eat my leftovers, you’re going to apologize. If you hurt my feelings, you’re going to apologize. But you are never ever ever going to apologize for being Namjoon, got that? I never want to hear you say sorry for being the person I’m in love with. You did nothing wrong, you just made me want you more. If you were out here knowing all of your emotions, I don’t think I’d love you the way I do. I love you because of your strengths and your flaws.”
Namjoon can’t help himself from smiling but he tries to hide it. Seokjin won’t let him though. He’s not used to kissing someone. Namjoon hasn’t had many serious relationships even though lots of people think he has. He’s successful and wealthy so people just assume that means he knows how to wine and dine people, but he doesn’t have a clue. It was only about two years ago that he even came out as gay, but before then, he couldn’t talk to men at all. He still can’t really talk to men. The fact that Namjoon is able to look Seokjin in the eye and tell him he loves him is exceptionally impressive.
“I’m just not good at this.”
“Do you want me? The way I want to date you and kiss you and love you? Do you want that too?” Seokjin asks.
“Yes! More than anything, Jin, more than anyone I want-” Seokjin shuts him up by kissing him hard this time. None of those sweet little kisses and soft sounds, instead Seokjin kisses him like they haven’t seen each other in years. Namjoon still hasn't figured out where to put his hands, but Seokjin’s hair is really soft. So is his skin. He smells like flowers. He tastes like ramyeon.
Seokjin intentionally grinds down on him this time and Namjoon’s eyes open wide because this is new.
“Oh,” Namjoon squeaks in a much higher voice than Seokjin has ever heard from him before. He doesn’t mean to but he laughs with a snort and his head falls against Namjoon’s shoulder. He leaves it there for a moment before he decides to kiss along Namjoon’s neck, finding his pulse and sucking hard against it.
“Jin, I should… you should know… oh god, I’m a virgin,” Namjoon says.
Seokjin panics and immediately feels like an asshole. He knows he shouldn’t assume anything, especially not when it comes to Namjoon, but he wasn’t expecting that and now he feels like the real dumbass.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” Seokjin replies and immediately tries to get off, but Namjoon holds him still and kisses him hungrily.
“That wasn’t me asking you to stop.”
“Fuck,” Seokjin’s eyes go dark in an instant. He is ready to absolutely devour him.