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The location of NJ’s soulmark has always been an issue. He doesn’t talk much about it, much less does he show it. He likes to pretend it doesn’t exist. How can he go around like everyone else, parading his soulmark, when it is right next to his penis? So he goes about his life hoping that his soulmate’s mark is not in the same place or that they, at the very least, are less modest than Namjoon. So far no luck, but oh well.
Namjoon keeps moving forward and builds himself a life that is not as soulmate-focused as he can. At least to the outside world. He gets his degree and switches to his master’s, focusing on his career, his health, and building his life. He is content, even when he gets a small flash of envy every now and then when he sees a happy couple. He more or less learns to deal with it with time, especially when Hoseok finds Taehyung on their first day of college, and Jungkook a few months later, because of course someone with a heart as big as him has to have two soulmates. Yoongi and Seokjin have been together since forever, so looking at them is like looking at your grandparents.
So Namjoon’s cool, he’s fine. He has great friends, and when Taheyung starts bringing Jimin alone he doesn’t feel like the sixth wheel anymore. Jimin is smart and witty and Yoongi has a particular ability to irritate him that Namjoon finds hilarious. He looks like an angry kitten. They all go out frequently and when the others start getting romantic Jimin would roll his eyes, make a face or outright shame them for excluding him and Namjoon. He’s a breath of fresh air, honestly.
It doesn’t hurt that he’s also the most beautiful man Namjoon has ever seen. Seokjin had been deeply offended when Namjoon said so once when they were high out of their minds, melting in Yoongi’s couch, and now Namjoon was stuck with doing his laundry for the next two months in exchange for Jin’s silence.
So, Namjoon is not actively looking for his soulmate, and only mildly longs to have what his friends have. Life goes on and all that. It’s summer now and with it comes their yearly Family Summer Bonding Trip, or something like that, Namjoon thinks Taehyung changes the name every year just to complain that no one remembers.
This time they are staying in a Bungalow by a private beach. It has a huge pool and the seven of them are alone and unbothered in the house for an entire week. Jungkook and Taehyung, the puppies they are, are more keen on exploring and finding clubs and bars but the rest are content with staying in, enjoying the temporary residence and the summer sun.
Nothing has been out of the ordinary. Or, well, no one else has commented on what Namjoon thinks has been a little… different. And it’s Jimin. He’s a naturally flirty person, but Namjoon feels like things have been escalating lately. He hasn’t said or done anything outrageous but Namjoon feels an energy, like something shifted between them, in Jimin. He would lean on Namjoon when he laughs, or casually rest his chin on Namjoon’s shoulder when they sit together at night to watch a movie. He placed his smooth, toned legs on Namjoon’s lap during the car ride and asked Namjoon to help him with sunscreen on his back. No one had ever asked Namjoon to help with sunscreen on their back. Isn’t it like flirting 101 according to all the beach romance movies? But it’s also Jimin. Hard worker, beautiful, sexy, smart Jimin. Why would he even flirt with Namjoon?
Either way, Namjoon is confused and feels like he has no one to talk to. He doesn’t want Jungkook and Taehyung to make fun of him, or for Seokjin to make a big deal out of it; and he most definitely doesn’t want Yoongi’s and Hoseok’s pity and soothing words. So he keeps to himself. Even when his stomach does a little flip whenever Jimin laughs at something he says, or calls him specifically to show him something he saw online or that time, a few days ago he helped Namjoon catch a crab.
Is he thinking too much about this? Maybe. Probably. But it's just… The way Jimin looks at him and smiles and it doesn’t feel like the usual Jimin smile. It’s a little cryptic smile, like he knows something and wants Namjoon to ask him, but he doesn’t know what he should ask.
It’s a little nerve-wracking, and a lot time-consuming, but he keeps quiet, goes through the week barely avoiding having a Jimin related breakdown and manages to have a good time despite Jimin… Because of Jimin too.
“Hyung do you want a popsicle or Jungkook’s creamy iced-coffee?” Jimin asks, popping his head out of the couch through the patio door. Namjoon startles, snapping out of his Jimin filled thoughts to look at him.
“What?” Namjoon blinks several times. Jimin is leaning half of his body outside the door and the way the midday sun shines on his skin makes it look like the light is coming from him. It’s ethereal and Namjoon has a hard time breathing just by looking at him.
“What do you want to drink?” Jimin asks again, giving Namjoon a playful smile. “Jungkook is making his creaming iced-coffee and Yoongi and Jin hyung brought popsicles from his walk but there’s also beer, or I can fix you a drink if you want?” he tilts his head to the side and few pearly strands of hair fall in his eyes. Namjoon watches, a little mesmerized, how he brushes them away with his pinky.
“Uuh…” he smartly says, “What are you having?”
“Kookie’s coffee. He’s very excited about it, it’s cute.”
“Okay, I want one too, then.”
Jimin smiles and Namjoon smiles back just as he disappears inside the house again. Why did Namjoon say that? He doesn’t love Jungkook’s coffee, it’s more like a smoothie, too much ice cream and not enough coffee, but he kind of forgot how to talk when Jimin laughed. He needs to get a grip.
Namjoon picks up the book resting on his lap and tries to concentrate. Is not like he’s going to do anything about Jimin, that’s one kind of embarrassment he won’t willingly put himself through, even if there’s a sliver of hope in his chest that is not all in his head, that Jimin is purposefully flirting with him. Jimin is a kind soul, a good person, so Namjoon is pretty sure he’s not doing anything just for the laughs, to get a raise out of him; but Jimin is also very aware of how stupidly beautiful he is, he laughs ans enjoys praise and attention, Namjoon has seen it. So the only logical answer is that somewhere in the back of his mind Jimin notices how Namjoon loses the ability to think rationally in front of him and is, unknowingly of course, basking on Namjoon's attention.
“ Now a young, beautiful woman who is, shall we say, plump, seems a bit off… Well isn’t he such a darling.” Jimin speaks from somewhere by Namjoon’s ear and it’s not his voice that startles him, it is the air he exhales while he laughs, blowing down Namjoon’s neck and making a little shushing noise in his ear.
Namjoon jumps. Straightening himself and feeling a sudden sharp pain in his shoulder, Jimin makes a pained sound and then he gasps and as Namjoon turns to look there he hears a splash and the sound of glass breaking.
“Oh, Fuck,” Namjoon groans look at Jimin, drenched in creamy iced coffee and two broken glasses on the floor. “I’m so sorry.”
Jimin is rubbing his chin, ignoring his wet and probably sticky clothes as he laughs.
“Don’t worry hyung.”
Just then Yoongi pops his head out the glass doors. He looks down at the mess and at Namjoon’s mortified face and sighs. “I’ll get a bag for the glass. You can clean that with the hose.”
He hears voices inside and figures Yoongi is explaining his idiocy to his friends.
“This is so sticky,” Jimin chuckles.
“I’m so sorry, seriously.”
“No worries,” Jimin waves him off, “I’ll just take a shower.”
Namjoon momentarily zoned out at the thought of Jimin in the shower, probably naked. Namjoon startles when he comes back to reality and Jimin shirtless in front of him.
“What are you doing?” Namjoon asks and his voice does not squeak. It did not, ok?
“I don’t want to get the house dirty,” Jimin explains, wringing out his shirt.
“I’ll wash your clothes,” Namjoon offers, extending one hand forward to take the garment.
“There’s no need…”
“Please, I got them dirty, let me wash them for you.”
“In that case you should help me shower too,” Jimin smirks, handing Namjoon his shirt, and as every single other time Jimin says something outrageous, Namjoon's brain blanks. He makes a weird noise, between a laugh and gasps and promptly chokes on his own spit, coughing half a lung out. It makes Jimin laugh, patting him on the back. “I get it, I shower alone. No need to pass out on me.”
Namjoon tries to explain it’s not that, but he has a hard time breathing, partly because of the coughing fit and partly because Jimin is undoing the zipper of his pants, pushing them down his legs. Smooth, golden thighs in sight. Namjoon has never seen such tiny boxer briefs. It’s rude to stare but he can’t look away. The view of Jimin’s legs and… crotch area is blocked by Jimin handing Namjoon his pants.
“I’ll go shower then,” Jimin says, but stands there a second, looking at Namjoon the way he smiles at him. Like he’s waiting for the elder to catch up.
“I’ll take your clothes to your room when I finish washing them.”
Jimin smiles, looking down and Namjoon can’t help but think he looks slightly disappointed, but before he can ask Jimin leaves, carefully tiptoeing around the broken glass and disappearing inside the house.
Namjoon, as dumb as he is, just stands there looking at the place where Jimin used to be until Yoongi comes back with gloves and a trashback.
“I’ll get the glass but you have to clean the patio. The hose is over there.” Yoongi says
Namjoon moves with Yoongi’s instructions and takes the hose out of the hook on the side of the house. He quietly waits for the hyung to clean up as many shards of glass as he can.
“Wash it to the back, not to the pool.” Namjoon nods, rectifying his position and directing the spray of water towards the garden. He does it so absentmindedly, going over the same spot too many times and getting his feet wet in the process. He keeps getting the same spot dirty again and again and it’s not until a drop of creamy milk lands on his toes that he realizes it’s coming from Jimin’s clothes.
He turns the hose off and runs into the kitchen, almost slipping on the marble floors as he waddles for the sink. He drops the clothes inside and opens the tap watching the water get cloudy with Jungkook’s creamy coffee.
“What are you washing?” Jungkook asks, peaking over Namjoon’s shoulder and making him jump.
“I might have drenched Jimin in the coffee you made for us,” Namjoon admits.
“It takes so long to get the milk the right texture,” Jungkook pouts, poking Namjoon.
“I know, I’m sorry. I broke the glasses too. I’ll probably have to buy a full new set, if that makes you feel any better.”
“Can you get me more cream when you go out?”
“Okay,” Namjoon agrees, and Jungkook smiles.
“Cool. I forgot to ask hyungs when they left.”
“Who left?”
Jin, Tae and Hobi hyung. They wanted to get more alcohol and some snacks for…” Jungkook looks from side to side, before whispering, “ the weed.”
Namjoon chuckles. “It’s just us here, no need to whisper.”
“I don’t know hyung, these walls have ears.” Jungkook nods seriously, tapping the side of his nose with his index finger, making Namjoon laugh. And with that he leaves, muttering something about Yoongi hyung as he walks away.
Now Namjoon focuses on washing Jimin’s clothes, he adds a little dish soap and scrubs and rinses until the water is neither cloudy nor soapy. He closes the tap and wrings out the clothes, making sure they are as dry as they can be.
What does Jimin mean by Namjoon helping him shower? Was he for real or was he joking, a figure of it? Is it even a figure of speech? What kind of speech? What does it mean? Namjoon feels like he spends half of the time he’s with Jimin asking himself that question. What does Jimin actually mean? What does he want? Because Jimin is always saying these things that make Namjoon unable to form a coherent thought. He feels like he’s usually a smart guy, moderately confident, but Jimin makes him feel like a bumbling baboon, stumbling over words, brain probably dripping out of his ears.
Jimin’s voice snaps him out of his thoughts when he gets to the upper floor of the village, his singing voice comes from his room as Namjoon approaches the door carefully. When he gets close enough he realizes the door is ajar. He stops, tensing for a second when he sees Jimin cross in front of the gap.
Namjoon squints and he’s able to identify Jimin with his back turned to him. His hair and skin are wet, droplets of water shining in the golden hour as he ruffles through his suitcase, despite his slender build the strength and muscle is visible with every movement. Namjoon is being a creep, he knows it, but he can help but quietly approach the door, angling himself for a better view. He watches a few drops of water slide down Jimin’s back, disappearing on his towel, a towel that is riding lower and lower as Jimin moves, making visible the top of the curve of his ass.
He walks out of Namjoon’s view, and when he returns to the bed he’s holding a bottle of lotion, squirting some on his palm. He props a leg in the mattress and starts lathering his body. Namjoon’s mouth is dry, his breathing stuttering when Jimin gets to his thigh, massaging the terse skin with dainty hands. He switches legs and the towel slides down a little more, now Namjoon can see where his cheeks start, the little dip between where his tongue would fit just right. When Jimin gets to his knee he pulls on the towel, letting it drop to the floor and Namjoon sucks in a breath, basking in the glory that is Jimin’s naked ass. He must bask a little too loudly because Jimin stills. Namjoon freezes, too afraid to make the smallest move and alert Jimin of his peeping presence. Thankfully Jimin doesn’t turn, just staying still for a few seconds before taking his foot off the bed and picking up the bottle again.
The sensible thing would be to leave, to take this chance and walk away, pretending he’s still cleaning Jimin’s clothes and wait for him to come downstairs. Instead, Namjoon steps a little closer to the door and looks. Looks at Jimin’s golden skin as he does his arms, looks how the muscles of his back shift when he moves to his chest, looks and pretends he’s not getting hard when Jimin lathers his hands and moves them to his ass, massaging the supple, bouncy skin that Namjoon desperately wants to taste.
Jimin has a great ass, the best Namjoon has seen, and said ass comes with thick thighs, muscles shifting and tensing with his movements. Jimin spends and ungodly amount of time touching his ass, squeezing it, he even makes it bounce accidentally when he runs his hands to the small curve that joins ass and leg, when he bends forward a little, one hand on the bed while the other slides up and down between his cheeks and Namjoon gets a peak, the tiniest of glimpses at the shape of his balls Namjoon almost passes out, but when Jimin turns around, sitting on the bed, Namjoon doesn’t look at the pretty little cock between his legs, he’s looking at the black mark, somewhere between his hipbone and his crotch. It’s small, tiny, so much so that Namjoon can’t see what it is, he leans forward, squinting, wishing he was wearing his glasses, because could the universe really be working in his favor?
It’s predictable, unavoidable even, that he makes a noise. It’s not him per se, he leans a little too forward, rests a little too much weight on the door and it opens with an untimely creak. Jimin startles and looks up, Namjoon standing like an idiot in the open door and looking down at his crotch, makes no move to hide.
“Hyung? What are you looking at?” Jimin laughs, getting up and grabbing the towel from the floor., quickly wrapping it around his waist.
“I didn’t… I wasn’t… I washed your clothes.” Namjoon stammers, trusting the damp lump forward.
“Ok? There’s a drying rack in the backyard.” Shit, he’s right. Namjoon had even helped Yoongi set it up.
“That’s true,” he licks his lips, “I forgot.”
“I can tell.” Jimin smirks.
“I’ll go hang them then.”
“Okay. Thank you, hyungie.” Jimin glances down. “Mind the wet floors.”
Namjoon looks down to a puddle of water between his feet, betraying how long he’s been standing there. He feels himself flush and rushes downstairs again. Not offering any kind of explanation. What the fuck can he even say?
He gets downstairs and goes straight to hang Jimin’s clothes. Jin, Tae and Hoseok are jist entering the house when he comes back inside.
“Namjoon-ah!” Hoseok calls, excitedly showing him the several reusable bags he’s holding, the clicking of glass tells Namjoon they will be more than a little shit-faced later.
“You look pale,” Taehyung points out, getting too close to Namjoon’s face. “You alright? Did Jiminie do something?”
“Why would Jimin do something?” Namjoon asks back.
Taehyung narrows his eyes, examining his face for a few more seconds. “I don’t know. You tell me.”
“Come help with the bags, Taehyung-ah.” Seokjin calls.
Namjoon goes to sit on the couch and think about his life choices while the others chat and get started on lunch. When Jimin comes down some time later he doesn’t mention what happened upstairs, but he smirks knowingly at Namjoon over the rim of his beer bottle.
He spends the rest of the afternoon in a slight panic, thinking Jimin will out him as a creep any second now but they just eat, play games and pass around a very messy joint that Seokjin insisted he could put together when he had clearly never done it before. The combination of alcohol, weed and food makes Namjoon’s brain sluggish and when Hoseok announces he’s ready for bed the three oldest join him, letting just Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook in the living room.
Sleep finds Namjoon quick and he passes out as soon as his head hits the pillow. He has a strange dream where the flower in his crotch starts to grow and bloom until he can hide it anymore and he has to wall around with a sunflower sprouting out of the zipper on his pants. He tries to hide it but it hurts, bending the damn flower feels like he’s suffocating. Then Jimin shows up, offering to help. Namjoon wakes up with a startle just as Jimin is shoving his cute little hands down his pants and he’s not quite sure if he’s relieved or disappointed.
“You need to chill,” Namjoon says to the dark room, “you’re going insane.”
He turns, laying on his side and hugging a pillow to his chest to try and go back to sleep, he shifts again, pulling the covers completely off his body and sprawling on his back like a starfish, he moves again a few minutes later, facedown with one leg hiked up by his hip. He’s comfortable, but there’s this prickly sensation on his spine and he can’t stay still. Namjoon sits up, looking around in the dark. The room is appropriately fresh, the bed is comfy and is —Namjoon checks his phone— 3:13 am. He vaguely thinks about the hour of the devil in horror movies but he’s pretty sure that it's 3:00 am sharp. He stands up, walking around the bedroom, shaking his limbs to get the restlessness out of his body but he’s wide awake, so alert that the sound of clicking glass downstairs startles him.
Curious, Namjoon leaves his room, hoping not to see any of the soulmates engaging in… activities in the common areas, but even though the lowlights of the kitchen are on he sees no one. He pours a glass of water, standing in the kitchen when Jimin’s smiling head pops through the open sliding doors.
“Hey, hyung,” he smiles, looking ethereal in the soft glow of the moon. “Can’t sleep?” Namjoon shakes his head no. “Me neither,” Jimin sighs. “Come join me,” he suggests, showing Namjoon a bottle of soju in his hands. “Everyone else went to bed.”
Namjoon feels like he’s being pulled by Jimin’s eyes. He leaves the glass on the kitchen counter and follows the younger man into the backyard. He sits on one of the lounger chaises and pats the spot next to him so Namjoon sits. He watches as Jimin carefully takes a tray from the floor and props it in his lap. He’s carefully opening a small bottle of essence and filling the see-through part of something that looks like an electric pen with it, his cute fingers working methodically. He glances up at Namjoon and winks.
“I swear I’m not a frequent consumer,” he chuckles and Namjoon notices an edge of nerves in his voice. “But I'm on vacation so…” he shrugs.
“I wrote most of my thesis while high,” Namjoon confesses. “I don’t mind.”
“That’s kind of hot,” Jimin says under his breath and Namjoon is not sure if he was meant to hear it. He feels pride swell in his chest nonetheless. “Wanna share, then?”
Namjoon nods and they pass the pen back and forth, talking quietly. A while later Jimin produces a bag of chips from behind the chaise and they share it, washing the spicy chips with gulps of Soju.
“I was wondering…” Jimin asks after a silence, “did you manage to get over that plot hole you had in your book? The scene with the eagles?”
Namjoon looks at Jimin in speechless surprise. “I— Yeah, I did.”
“Cool! I really like all the options, but my favorite one was the ghost of the mom showing up.”
“I ended up frankensteining them…” Namjoon keeps talking, smiling a little, but only half his brain is on the conversation, the other half stuck on the fact that Jimin remembers. Namjoon told him about his book months ago, one of the first times they met. He was drinking his sadness away on Taehyung’s birthday, lamenting the certainty that he would never find his soulmate and somehow Jimin found him on the balcony, and he had let Namjoon ramble on and on about this project he had, a children's book. And Jimin had seemed so interested, asking questions and commenting about his favorite parts, and now he remembers.
“That’s very cool. I can’t wait to rad your book.”
They sit in silence again, and while Jimin looks at the pool Namjoon looks at him.
“We should go for a swim,” Jimin suggests after a while, standing up.
“Right now?” Namjoon asks, sitting up.
“We should skinny dip!” Jimin giggles, pulling his shirt off.
“What?”
“Come on, hyung,” Jimin shoves his pants down his legs, once again giving Namjoon a view of his perfect ass before he runs and jumps in the pool with a loud splash. He comes out again with a gasp, pushing the hair off his face. “It’s heated!” Jimin laughs, “I forgot!”
Namjoon is still sitting on the chaise lounge, too stunned to speak. Jimin swims to the edge closest to him, resting his arms on the edge of the pool for balance. “Come in, hyungie.” He tilts his head to the side, smiling cutely. Namjoon doesn’t think it’s a good idea, but his body is loose with alcohol and his brain is fuzzy from the weed and Jimin looks so fucking beautiful.
He nods, taking off his shirt and pajama bottoms before getting into the pool, it is warm. Jimin pouts.
“It’s not skinny dipping if you have your underwear on, hyung.”
Namjoon sighs, reaching under the water to pull his briefs off. He shows them to Jimin before throwing them in the general direction of his pajamas.
“Sexy,” Jimin smiles, wiggling his eyebrows. Namjoon snorts, looking everywhere but at him. He’s blushing, he knows he is, can feel it in the heat on his cheeks, but hopes Jimin can’t see it. He spies a pool noodle on the other edge of the pool and makes his way there, bringing the noodle into the water for something to do. When he turns around Jimin is slowly swinging towards him, like a beautiful predator with perfect golden skin and perky ass cheeks.
“Hey,” Namjoon whispers, when Jimin stops a few feet away from him.
“Hey,” Jimin whispers back, looking at Namjoon’s hand fidgeting with the noodle. “Do you believe in soulmates?”
Namjoon blinks, the question seemingly coming out of nowhere.
“It’s hard not to, you’ve seen our friends right?” Namjoon tries to joke but it falls flat, Jimin looking at him. “Besides, we all got our marks at some point.”
At this Jimin smirks.
“How do you know I have a mark too?”
Namjoon feels himself blush harder and really, really hopes the bluish lights of the pool hide his burning face.
“That was an accident.”
“Sure it was,” Jimin says in a patronizing tone. “But that’s not what I meant, I mean like…” Jimin pauses and he seems to be searching for the right words. “Do you really think that there’s someone out there for everyone? Someone meant for them? To fit them perfectly.”
Jimin is not looking at him, instead he stares at his hands, playing with the surface of the water. He glances at Namjoon when the silence extends between them and averts his eyes quickly when he finds Namjoon already looking at him.
“I want to believe that, yes.”
“Do you have a soulmate, hyung?” Jimin asks, slowly approaching Namjoon.
“I hope so.” Jimin is close to him now, so much so that Namjoon can see the goosebumps on his skin, “What about you?”
“I have a soulmate,” Jimin says, no room for doubt and Namjoon’s heart falls to the bottom of the pool because Namjoon has seen Jimin talk about soulmates. He’s a romantic, he wants that magic, predestined connection, nothing less, “Well,” he continues with a shy smile. “There’s this person I like.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah, he’s pretty obvious, though. I don’t think he notices how I look at him.” Namjoon hums, unsure of what to say. “But it’s okay. I’m just waiting for him to catch up.”
“And you’re sure he’s your soulmate?” Namjoon asks, uncertainty in the tip of his fingers, “have you seen his mark.”
“Nop, but I know it’s him.”
“What if he isn’t though,” Namjoon asks.
“If my soulmate can’t make me feel the way he makes me feel, then that’s not the kind of love I want.”
“How does he make you feel?” Namjoon voice is barely a whisper, his hand dropping into the water the second Jimin takes the pool noodle in his hands.
“Happy, calm, like I’m the only person that matters, beautiful, safe.”
Namjoon licks his lips, mouth dry as Jimin crowds into his space. He wants to take a step back, give him his space but Jimin, but his legs are stuck on the floor and Jimin’s presence is as dizzying as the substances making his body tingly.
“You should give him a clue,” Namjoon says, his heart beating out of his chest when Jimin backs him up against the edge of the pool. “Something that would make him stop doubting.”
“Sounds like a good idea,” Jimin smiles and then reaches up, getting into his tiptoes and pressing his lips to the corner of Namjoon’s lips, and maybe it’s the high but it tingles Namjoon’s skin. “Is that enough?” Jimin moves to the other side of Namjoon’s face, dropping a kiss in the corner of his mouth, it’s a innocent, soft kiss that has him shivering on the spot. “Do you believe me now, hyung?”
When Jimin leans forward this time is to kiss Namjoon on the lips, and he takes full advantage of that, one hand gripping the back of Jimin's neck to press a firmer kiss. He plays with the younger’s boys plump lips, lips he has been fantasizing about since the day they met.
Jimin makes a noise, and Namjoon feels his hand grip his shoulder but he doesn’t push him away. Instead Jimin tilts his head to one side to fit his mouth better over Namjoon’s. Jimin lets out the smallest of whimpers when Namjoon bites his lips and the kiss grows deeper, needier. Namjoon can feel the pool noodle awkwardly squished between them but all that matters is the warmth of Jimin’s body, the sweet taste of his lips. It’s like his entire body mold to Namjoon and his skin sings the sweetest melody of relief wherever Jimin touches him. When Jimin pulls back for air he lets out a deep laugh and Namjoon smiles with his eyes still closed, savoring the moment.
“Finally,” Jimin whispers and that makes Namjoon chuckle. “I was starting to doubt my seduction abilities.”
“More than effective,” Namjoon assures him. He chases Jimin’s mouth but the other pushes away from him. Namjoon follows him, taking a few blind steps.
“Where are you going?” Namjoon asks. I’m not done kissing you , he doesn’t say but he knows Jimin understands.
“Do you want to see my soulmark, hyungie?” Jimin leans forward, the soft murmur of water accompanying his movements. “But I guess you already saw it,” he chuckles, cornering Namjoon again. The older one shivers when he feels the rough, cold surface of the edge of the pool behind his back, or maybe because Jimin’s fingers casually graze his chest.
“I swear it was an accident,” Namjoon swallows hard, going a little cross-eyed when Jimin discards the pool noodle he’s been playing with in favor of coming even closer, so close that Namjoon can smell the alcohol in his breath when he speaks.
“I don’t mind,” Jimin smiles and grabs Namjoon’s hands under the water to make them swap places. “Help me up?” he moves Namjoon’s hands to his own hips and Namjoon shivers, spreading his fingers as wide as they go, the warm skin under his palm a reminder of their nakedness. Jimin braces himself on the edge of the pool and Namjoon hoists him up helping him sit on the edge of the pool. He leans back, smiling and opening his legs. “Does it match?”
Namjoon takes one last deep breath before looking down. He’s just a man, so the first thing he sees is Jimin’s half hard dick resting against his thigh. On the hip opposite to it is his soulmark, small and unassuming, a simple sunflower, just like Namjoon’s.
He takes a deep breath, between relieved and manic and looks up at Jimin.
“So?” he asks, and Namjoon detects the smallest hint of nerves on his voice again, “are we soulmates?”
Namjoon opens and closes his mouth a couple of times, a surge of emotions so strong his eyes water and his breathing stutters. He nods.
“I told you,” Jimin smiles. He drops himself into the pool again, but this time hugs his legs around Namjoon’s waist, his on Namjoon’s shoulders. “Made for me.”
Namjoon laughs, and it’s relief, incredulity and fucking ellation all in once.
“Can I kiss you again?”
When Jimin nods he hugs him tighter, his mouth finding Jimin instantly. And it’s starts slow, and chaste and sweet, a celebration of their just-found connection, but Namjoon bites Jimin’s lip and Jimin gasps, hips jerking, his hard cock rubbing against Namjoon’s abdomen.
“Sorry,” Jimin whispers, somehow looking bashful and lewd at the same time.
“I’m pretty sure mine is poking you,” Namjoon says, a little delirious with the way his dick is this close to slide between Jimin’s ass cheeks. “No worries.”
“Would you take care of me?”
Namjoon pauses, his cock twitching at the implication and Jimin smirks.
“You don’t want to take things slow?” he asks. “I don’t know what's the protocol with soulmates.”
He said it. Namjoon said the word. Soulmates , fuck, Jimin is his fucking soulmate. What the fuck.
“I want you to fuck me in this pool,” Jimins stated, looking at Namjoon straight in the eye.
“Jesus.” is all he can say before Jimin is pulling him in for another kiss. It gets obscene in minutes. Jimin is licking into Namjoon’s mouth, his hands roaming Namjoon’s body. They both groan when Namjoon gets brave and finally, finally grabs two handfuls of Jimin’s ass. It’s as soft and supple as he imagined. Jimin uses the leverage provided by his legs around Namjoon’s waist and the other man’s hands on his ass to grind against, his cock rubbing Namjoon’s lower belly.
“Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this.” Jimin says, panting against Namjoon’s mouth when Namjoon presses his back against the wall of the pool.
“You have?” Namjoon asks, diving for Jimin’s collarbones.
“I’ve been thirsting for you since I met you,” Jimin confesses with a chuckle. Namjoon pools back from his neck with a loud pop, looking at Jimin incredulously. “Tae said I had to be extremely obvious,” he smiles, brushing Namjoon’s hair back. It’s a sweet touch that doesn’t match the sexual nature of their naked bodies pressed together. “Judging by your face I should’ve made my intentions clearer, you look confused.”
“I am confused,” Namjoon says, looking at Jimin, “Fuck, Jimin you’re…” he looks at his face, his body, his hands squeezing Jimin’s ass under the water. “You’re so… You’re perfect. Why would you even look at me?”
Namjoon looks at Jimin again and notices the faint pink on his cheeks as he bashfully looks at Namjoon through his eyelashes.
“I thought my little show with the lotion would be enough.” Namjoon's brain short circuits and his face must do something because it makes Jimin giggle. “Please, hyung, I did not need to bend over like that.”
“I guess you didn’t,” Namjoon says after a long pause of realization.
“You’re so cute.” Jimin says, kissing the tip of Namjoon’s nose. “I was a little sad though.” he sighs, pouting, and Namjoon can’t believe he gets to lean in and kiss Jimin just because he feels like it, because Jimin is his soulmate. Holy Shit.
“I’m sorry,” he belatedly answers, “I shouldn’t have done that.”
“I don’t mind what you did,” Jimin corrects him. “What makes me sad is what you didn’t do.”
“How so?” Namjoon questions, mouth dry.
Jimin hugs him closer, kissing Namjoon’s neck.
“I wanted you to come in and touch me, hyungie,” he whispers, and his low voice sends shivers down Namjoon’s spine. “I was ready for you,” his finger starts to trace little shakes in the wet skin of Namjoon’s shoulder and he looks at the sky, praying to all and any divinity out there for this not to be a dream. He still feels a bit woozy, detached from his body thanks to the alcohol and weed, but at the same time, every single one of Jimin’s touches feels intense. Wherever they touch his skin tingles and sparks go off in his brain, maybe that's a soulmate thing. Or a Jimin thing.
“Ready for what?” Namjoon asks, inhaling sharply when Jimin sucks his earlobe.
“I see the way you look at my ass, hyung,” Jimin says, pulling back just enough to rub his nose against Namjoon. “I wanted to know what you’d do with me.”
Holy shit.
“I can show you now,” Namjoon rushes out, his mind a loop of all his Jimin ass-related fantasies.
“Are you sure?” Jimin teases with a mean little smirk. “Don’t you want to take things slow?”
“Please,” Namjoon says, not at all above begging for Jimin’s ass. “Let me show you. Let me make you feel good.” Jimin chuckles but doesn’t say anything, only hums, pretending to think. “You said you wanted me to fuck you here. I can do that.” Namjoon says. He knows he sounds pathetic, but fuck, he’s so desperate for it, for Jimin.
"Tell me first,” Jimin says, he reaches down, making space between their bodies so he can reach for Namjoon’s cock, lining it with his. "Shit, hyung. You’re big. What would you do to me?”
“Oh God,” Namjoon pants, eyes fluttering closer. He looks down, but the water is not still enough for him to see clearly. Still, the sensation of Jimin’s little hands around their cocks, how Jimin’s smaller one feels against his skin, is more than stimulating enough. “I want to taste you.”
“Where?”
“All over,” Namjoon sighs, his hips rutting shallowly against Jimin’s. “your skin is so beautiful, you’re pretty nipples, you’re pink cock. Fuck, I want to fuck your ass with my tongue, open you up for my cock.” His hand reaches down between Jimin’s ass cheeks without Namjoon’s permission, his middle finger pressing against the tight furl of his hole.
“Oh,” Jimin gasps and bites his lip, his hands stilling around their lengths. For the first time, he looks as affected as Namjoon feels and it makes him brave.
“Would you let me baby?” Namjoon whispers, one hand mournfully departing from Jimin’s ass so he grabs his neck briefly before darting down to circle his nipple. Jimin takes a deep stuttering breath, his hands moving again in slow motions. “I could bend you over the edge of the pool,” Namjoon explains, his middle finger sinking with little resistance in Jimin’s ass. “I bet you’d look beautiful in this light.” He grazes over Jimin’s nipple lightly and he whimpers, his body twitching and making Namjoon’s finger sink deeper in his ass. “It’s just the right height for me to eat your ass. Get you ready for my cock.”
Namjoon pinches Jimin’s nipple at the same time fucking his finger as deep as it will go inside of him.
“Fyes,” Jimin pants, a pained frown on his face as his hips rock, indecisive, between thrusting back on Namjoon’s finger or forward into his own fist. “I want it too.”
In seconds Jimin is bent over the side of the pool, head resting on his crossed arms. Namjoon looks at him for a second, the delicious curve of his ass, his thick thighs spread just enough for a peak of balls and cock to show through. The water gets to Namjoon’s chest, sloshing softly with the movement of Jimin’s calves under the surface. Namjoon watches the blur of color that is Jimin’s left foot find his knee and slips between them.
He can’t move, can barely breathe, just stands there, waiting with bated breath as Jimin’s feet slide up, caressing his inner thighs. His eyes flutter close when Jimin’s little toes reach his crotch and, perfectly pointed, run over his balls.
“Even your feet are cute,” Namjoon mutters, making Jimin giggle, “it’s fucking unfair.”
“I’m cute everywhere,” Jimin says, smugly looking at Namjoon over his shoulder.
“You are.” Namjoon agrees, sighing when Jimin’s feet move higher, rubbing his cock with surprising dexterity. “How are you so good at this?”
“I’ll tell you later,” Jimin says, dropping his leg underwater again, “Now make me feel good.”
Namjoon looks up and swallows. He starts easy, more so for his own benefit than Jimin’s, he might die of a heart attack as soon as he gets his tongue in him. So he grips Jimin’s ankles instead, his hands running up shapely calves and stopping at his knees. Namjoon runs his thumbs on the back of Jimin’s knees and he squirms, his ass swaying right in front of Namjoon’s face.
“Tickles,” he says, and Namjoon tears his eyes away from Jimin’s legs to look at his face. His head is resting on his crossed arms, cheek squished. His eyes are half lidded as he looks back at Namjoon and there’s a lazy, comfortable sort of smile. He looks relaxed, adorable even, contrasting his mischievous nature. Namjoon is so fucked.
“Go on,” Jimin urges, swaying his hips tantalizingly. Namjoon nods, hypnotized, and keeps moving his hands up until he can cup the curve of Jimin’s cheeks. He squeezes there and Jimin hums and gives him an encouraging smile that Namjoon takes as the permission he craves because he surely doesn’t feel like he deserves touching Jimin like this.
Keeping eye contact with the smaller man Namjoon leans forward, planting a delicate kiss on Jimin’s left cheek, when Jimin keeps still Namjoon feels brave again, he licks Jimin’s ass, enjoying the taste of his skin under the chlorine of the pool. Jimin hums, closing his eyes. Namjoon showers Jimin’s ass with delicate attention: kissing, sucking, licking. Soft caresses that have the younger man sighing and humming.
Namjoon is enjoying himself, but he’s also restraining himself. He wants to do things just right even when his body is screaming to bite down, eat him like a ravenous animal and fuck him until he’s crying. But, soulmates might really be the big deal they say they are, because after a few minutes of teasing Jimin is untangling his arms, and rising on his elbow to pout at Namjoon over his shoulder.
“You can do better than that, hyungie,” he teases, “I’m yours to take,” Namjoon stands there, dumbstruck. “Please, don’t make me beg.” He reaches behind himself and parts his cheeks. Namjoon feels his soul leave his body. “I want you to mess me up.”
It’s like Namjoon’s brain flips a switch and he groans, hands once again going for Jimin’s ass, but this time there’s no teasing, no finesse. He squeezes two handfuls and Jimin laughs, murmuring “Just like that,” and then yelps when Namjoon spanks him, watching a pink hand-shape bloom on his skin.
Namjoon buries his head in Jimin's ass, licking over the furl of muscle, sucking the sensitive skin, and letting his drool run down into Jimin’s balls. It’s wet and filthy and Namjoon can get enough of it, of the heady taste of Jimin’s skin of the pulse of Jimin’s ass around his tongue when he fucks inside. Above him Jimin mewls and moans, his hands gripping the edge of the bed.
“They are going to hear us,” Namjoon warns, slipping a finger inside.
“Fuck, let them,” Jimin moans, mouth open, “I don’t fucking care. More, hyung, more.”
“Yeah?” Namjoon asks, marveling at Jimin’s fluttering hole as he forces a second finger in. “Like this?” Namjoon scissors his fingers, moving them around, prepping Jimin for his cock.
“Harder, please” Jimin begs and Namjoon complies, fucking him with hard thrusts that push Jimin against the harsh surface of the swimming pool edge. He searches around Jimin’s tight canal, pressing his fingers tentatively until Jimin tenses and screeches, one hand shooting back to grab Namjoon’s wrist. “There, there, fuck, right there.”
Namjoon continues massaging his prostate, adding a third finger. Spreading them apart, admiring Jimin’s gaping ass.
“Look at this hole,” he whispers, “just for me.” he spits, watching his saliva slide from the stretched rim and trickling into Jimin’s ass. Jimin squirms, water splashing around his knees.
“Don’t tease,” he whines and Namjoon chuckles. He goes back to sliding his finger in and out of Jimin’s hole but this time with slow motions, enjoying how easily he swallows Namjoon’s fingers. “Please,” Jmin tries again and Namjoon shushes him. He reaches down with his unoccupied hand, pressing his thumb to Jimin’s taint before moving further down and fondling his balls. “Aa-ah!” comes Jimin’s broken moan, and Namjoon sees his cute toes curling under the water.
He continues toying with Jimin's ass, his hand now finding Jimin’s cock, jerking it at the same pace he fingers him.
“Fuck, stop, please. I’m close.” Jimin pleads, his nails digging into Namjoon’s arm. “I don’t want to come like this.”
“Are you sure?” Namjoon asks, pressing more firmly over Jimin’s prostate.
“Yes!” Jimin moans, tensing. “I want to come with you inside, hyungie, I’m ready.”
“You’re not,” Namjoon shakes his head, letting go of Jimin’s cock. “I’m big, baby.”
Jimin chuckles, switching so he can sit on the edge of the pool and pull Namjoon closer. Namjoon pouts when his fingers slide out of Jimin’s ass.
“I know.” He kisses Namjoon, biting his lip entirely too hard, “I like it when it hurts a little.” he pinches Namjoon’s nipple and he jumps.
Jimin slides down Namjoon’s torso with a single finger until he reaches his neglected cock, he bypasses the shaft, squeezing at the base instead. “Fuck,” Namjoon groans. Jimin levarages himself off the pool and shivers.
“I was getting cold,” he chuckles, he reaches between them and lines Namjoon’s cock with his entrance. “Now, please.”
“Yes, yes, of course.” Namjoon presses Jimin against the wall of the pool and reaches down to his cock, replacing Jimin’s hand around the base. He strokes a few times, licking his lips before he finds Jimin’s hole and applies the smallest of pressures.
“Fuck me,” Jimin breathes, urging Namjoon on with his heels. “Now!”
“You’re such a brat,” Namjoon grunts and finally thrusts. They both gasp and Jimin’s eyes widen, his fingers digging in Namjoon’s shoulders.
“So big,” Jimin whimpers, gripping Namjoon’s shoulders tightly.
“I told you,” Namjoon says, holding Jimin’s hips to pull him off of him.
“No,” Jimin pulls Namjoon closer with his legs, sinking his cock deeper. “Oh God! It’s good, so good. Keep going.”
And Namjoon has had enough of holding back, so he uses his grip on Jimin’s waist to push him down on his cock. Jimin tenses, eyes going wide, and sucking in a deep, painful breath.
“Breath,” Namjoon grunts, pulling back half his length before fucking him again. Jimin makes a strangled noise, eyes watering and Namjoon grabs his face, a little too tightly, with onw hand. “Fucking breath, Jimin. Shit.” He pulls back once more and slaps him across the face. Jimin finally gasps, shuddering.
“Keep going,” he breathes against Namjoon’s mouth, “please keep going.”
Namjoon builds a rhythm, the water makes it a slow grind accompanied by Jimin’s sounds and the water softly moving around them. Is good, tight, wet everything Namjoon dreamt it would be. Jimin squeezes his cock deliciously and he breathes harshly against Jimin’s face in a pathetic excuse of a kiss. Jimin is a dream, he whines and moans, and mutters the filthiest things, how good Namjoon feels, how full he is, “I’m going to feel you for days.
“Harder,” he pants, biting Namjoon’s jaw, pushing Namjoon to fuck him deeper with hands on his ass, but the water creates resistance and Namjoon is desperate.
“Fuck, hold on.” Trying not to tip over he moves to the shallowest part of the pool, grateful for the wide, regular steps that lead out and allow him to carry a dripping Jimin to a chaise lounge. He pushes Jimin’s knees to his chest and starts thrusting, harsh and fast, and Jimin moans, arching his back, loving fucking delicious under him. “So tight baby, look at this fucking hole.”
“Touch yourself,” he says and Jimin quickly starts jerking himself off, writhing under him.
“I’m gonna come,” he pants and in minutes Namjoon sees the most beautiful sight: Jimin coming all over himself, moaning his name. Jimin’s orgasm makes him impossibly tighter and it only takes Namjoon a few more thrusts to empty himself with a groan. His vision whites and pleasure takes over his body, and he tenses, combing into Jimin as he spills.
“Jesus,” he breathes, practically toppling over once the sensations subside.
“Ow,” Jimin complains. He hugs Namjoon, patting him on the back. “That was…”
“Amazing,” Namjoon says, his face squished against Jimin’s.
“Soulmate sex is something else.”
Namjoon lifts himself to an elbow, looking at Jimin’s face.
“Everything feels right,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss Jimin softly.
“You know what would feel amazing right now?” Jimin says, “a shower… Take me to your room.”
Namjoon groans, hiding his face in Jimin’s shoulder. “I don’t want to move.”
“Please, I’m disgusting.” Jimin pokes Namjoon’s side, making him squirm away, his cock slipping out of Jimin.
“I’m tired,” Namjoon whines.
“But there’s something else I want to do,” Namjoon can hear the pout in Jimin’s voice.
“What is that?”
“I want to suck you off.”
Namjoon stills, then scrambles to his feet, picking up his and Jimin’s clothes hurriedly. Jimin laughs quietly but it becomes a squeal when Namjoon throws him over his shoulder.
“Ok, let's go.”
Jimin's laugh follows him all the way to the bedroom and Namjoon's chest has never felt so full.