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“Why have you been slacking off lately?!”
“It’s not my fault the dances are too hard!”
“But it’s still your responsibility to learn them!”
“Hey, back off of him. Dancing is easy for you, Hoseok.” Namjoon steps into the fight between his members, trying to do his job as a leader. These two were making it difficult. He understood that Hobi was intense about his dance practices, but Seokjin needed rest to process it all. They had a few days left until their choreography-filled concerts and Seokjin was actually doing about as well as usual- he just wasn’t practicing overtime like Hoseok expected him to. This would be understandable considering Seokjin’s awkward dancing, but with all the stress piling onto them, sleep was far more important.
“Which is why he should be practicing more!” Hoseok speaks sharply, his usual sunshine gone. He wasn’t entirely mad. It took a lot to make him mad, but he was still snappish and strict as a dance teacher.
“He has been doing fine. Let him rest, Hoseok.” Namjoon puts a hand on the dancer’s shoulder, trying to create somewhat of a calming element here. He can tell that Seokjin appreciates Namjoon’s actions, if the tired sigh baited with relief that came out of him was anything to go by. Hoseok slowly relents, still looking a little irritated but letting it go.
“Fine.” He mutters. He turns and slowly heads off to his shared room with Jimin. Namjoon is glad that the fight wasn’t too intense and that he had been able to step in in time. He turns to Seokjin and smiles gently, taking in the man’s defeated look.
Another thing Hoseok had failed to take in in his anger was how hardworking Seokjin actually was. He was awkward and forgetful of moves but even when he was as stressed out as he had been lately, he pushed himself way too much. Namjoon pats him on the shoulder, and Seokjin opens his mouth to speak. “Thank you.” He sounds far too tired for the younger’s liking.
“No problem.” Namjoon hums, “You should get some sleep, hyung.” Seokjin blinks at him a few times and steps forward, into the taller’s personal space. Namjoon’s eyes widen. Um. What was going on? Seokjin had been acting a bit weird lately but he hadn’t expected- he wouldn’t have expected the man to ever try to kiss him. Especially at a moment like the one then.
Did he really have a problem with it? He had been winking and flirting non-stop himself, but he had thought it was a joke until Seokjin became far more cuddly as a result. What had he accidentally let on? Was this about to happen? Just because he saved Seokjin from an irritable dance teacher? Wasn’t that a bit much, if they weren’t even dating?
Seokjin hugs him.
Oh.
Oh, yeah, hugs exist.
Namjoon was an idiot. He curses himself for feeling a bit disappointed and awkwardly raises his hands to pat Seokjin’s back, tightening the sides of his lips. He should’ve known it wasn’t a kiss. The man had had to kiss Namjoon on the cheek before in a live show and was freaking out and screaming so much that it should’ve been obvious that it wasn’t a kiss. Whoops.
Seokjin releases him and heads to his and Yoongi’s room. For a second, Namjoon steps after him. He did want to talk to him, but then he remembers that the whole reason he stopped the fight between Jin and Hobi was because the oldest hyung needed sleep. So, yeah, maybe seeking a conversation wasn’t the best choice.
It’s odd. Since that day, he had been thinking almost non-stop about what it would be like to kiss Seokjin. Right now, the group was sat together at a table, silently eating. It was the usual. Taehyung and Jungkook were practically sitting on top of each other. Jimin was leaning against Jungkook and messing with Yoongi at the same time. And Hobi, every once in awhile, would try to start a conversation, but everybody was too tired to make more noises than a few grunts.
Seokjin was sitting across from Namjoon and the younger was not-so-subtly staring directly at the man’s lips. They were so plump and soft-looking. He rolls his own lips. They were less soft than Jin’s and a little thinner. He can’t help but want their lips to meet. It was a weird thought, but he had them so often that they didn’t stand out to him anymore. If Seokjin noticed Namjoon staring, he said nothing, easily focusing on his food. Which, honestly, should have been expected.
Of course, if you thought about lips for too long, your mind would start to wander to much less wholesome places. For example, how would they feel sucking at your neck? How would they feel as Jin bit at your thighs? How would they feel wrapped around your dick?
And because he had these thoughts, he also had begun to wonder what having sex with Jin would be like. Of course, a part of him was eager to imagine pushing Jin into the bed and thrusting into him roughly and a bit senselessly. But another part of him wanted to see a scary, aggressive Seokjin. One who held him down and hissed out dirty things. One who could reduce Namjoon to a desperate mess with just the angry lust in his eyes. He wanted Seokjin to bend him over and fuck him mercilessly.
He had started to make Seokjin mad on purpose lately. The stress had begun to excite him. He knew he was a terrible person for doing this to Jin, but he wanted to see what would happen. The endless barrage of thoughts had put him in something so needy it was almost a heat, and he had constantly been frustrated and almost always seemed to be getting himself off. And his brain was vicious, because as soon as he had recovered, it went straight back to Seokjin. Haha. Straight. Not at all.
He hears Seokjin call from the kitchen, but none of the other boys are in the living room to hear it, so Namjoon is the one who answers. He heads into the room and Seokjin looks up at him. He pauses doubtfully, looking Namjoon over. “I don’t trust you with knives.” The older hums quietly, “But, um, if nobody else is coming I guess you can help me wash dishes.” So Namjoon does.
He breaks a plate.
It wasn’t completely on purpose. He was trying to piss Seokjin off, but they needed those plates. He wasn’t that reckless. Just clumsy. He looks sheepishly at the enraged Jin, who was tapping his foot and backing away from the broken glass. “Pick that up!” He growls. Namjoon knew he had a problem. His crotch ached at the tone in Seokjin’s voice. That real anger, not just the funny kind they used when arguing in broadcasts
He obediently begins picking the glass up, fumbling to get it in the trash bin. He really had to calm down. He hadn’t even gotten past his first goal of kissing Seokjin. But, maybe if his anger thing worked, Seokjin would use kisses to shut up a whiny and moaning Namjoon later on. Well, fuck. Namjoon was hard. Why was he like this? He would shout in frustration if Seokjin wasn’t in the room.
He doesn’t even notice it when the glass cuts him- or he wouldn’t have noticed, if not for his hyung’s sudden screaming. It wasn’t really screaming, really, but more like a sound of distress. The older grabs his hand forcefully and turns it over to examine the cut. Oh, wow. It was actually kind of bad. Namjoon blinks at it slowly.
“Agh, you dumb-” Seokjin mutters irritably, pulling Namjoon up onto his feet and pulling his hand over to run it under warm water in the sink. “Are you okay? Does it hurt a lot?” His tone switches so quickly it gives Namjoon a bit of whiplash. Seokjin, after a while of letting Namjoon’s wound sit under the water, pulls the man out of the kitchen and sits him down on the couch. “Stay here,” He commands. And Namjoon had issues, so Seokjin making demands made his groin ache. Send help.
When Jin returns, he has a small first-aid kit in his hands. He sits down next to Namjoon and pops the box open, dabbing at the slow blood first before getting out antibiotic. A part of the younger hopes he doesn’t notice the giant bulge, but obviously, the more prominent part of him begged Seokjin to take notice. At least then the man would know exactly what was plaguing Namjoon’s life. If it hadn’t been obvious before, with how much he dismissed himself to the bathrooms.
“You’ve been so burdensome lately.” Seokjin mutters, and Namjoon raises his brows. Damn. He had been spending way too much time with Yoongi, apparently. “It’s almost like you’ve been trying to make me angry.”
H hah-AHAH. Namjoon makes a poker-face and his hand twitches. Seokjin’s movements grow softer, “Sorry. Did I hurt you? Does it sting?” And, like, yeah. It hurt a lot. But he was too horny to even notice that much. Again, send help.
That is, until Seokjin pours some weird antibiotic on his hand and he lets out a yelp and pulls his hand away. Or, he tries, because Seokjin’s holding his wrist too strongly to let him pull it back very far. Weirdly, Seokjin doesn’t look very apologetic like he did when Namjoon’s hand had just twitched. This was strange. What was happening? His crotch hurt like hell as well did his hand and neither was pleasant.
“I’m trying to figure something out.” Seokjin hums, now wrapping a bandage over the cut. He puts the first aid kit back together and closes the box before flickering his eyes back to Namjoon, “Are you having problems? Emotionally?” Namjoon snorts and breaks out into giggles, covering his mouth with his hand. “Huh? What?- Hey, wait, why are you-” Seokjin grabs his wrist and pulls his hand away, blinking confusedly at him.
“Ah- sorry.” Namjoon speaks awkwardly. As you might have guessed, Seokjin grabbing his wrist so forcefully had made his problem so much worse. He hadn’t known that was even possible at this point. He was near delirious internally.
“Wait.” Seokjin leans back, completely confused, “Are you- Are you attracted to me? Or a masochist, because-?” He glances down. Welp. He had noticed. And he was so loud, Namjoon kind of wanted to sink into the couch.
“I-uh-”
“Hold on, or is that why you’ve been leaving so much? Do you have a problem? We can take you to a doctor if-”
“Hyung- I-”
“Because you probabl-”
“Hyung!”
“Everything’s been so stressful I didn’t even notice that you needed to go to a doc-”
“Seokjin, will you please kiss me?”
And Seokjin went dead silent. His eyes are so wide that Namjoon feels a little awkward. The older’s ears begin turning red and he laughs awkwardly. “Yo- You, um, want me to kiss you? But last time-”
“Last time was on the cheek and you didn’t fuck me afterwards.”
Seokjin chokes on nothing in particular. His entire face is red and Namjoon’s cock strains against his pants. He was so needy. Please, hyung, his mind supplies unhelpfully. He watches as Seokjin sputters and looks around as though trying to find someone to collect Namjoon for him. But nobody came, so he slowly meets Namjoon’s frantically glittering eyes.
“Uhm. You’re in this state, so I-”
“I’m in this state because of you. I’ve been so fucking horny because I kept thinking of you. Your lips,” Namjoon glances at them, “And what they could do to me.” Seokjin sputters, raising his hand to cover his lips, looking a little scandalized. “And then I thought about your cock. We’ve showered together, hyung. I know how big it is. So I kept thinking of you- your dick- fucking into me. Of course I sometimes thought of fucking you, too, but it’s so much hotter if you took advantage of me. So I’ve been trying to make you mad. Because you’re so sexy when you’re angry. When you’re really mad and forceful.”
Seokjin’s expression was so shocked that Namjoon kind of found it cute.
“I’m tight, I promise. I tried not to finger myself in case you would want me to be tight- if you ever fucked me. So… I’d be a nice, tight hole for you. Does it matter that I’m a man if you can cum inside me?”
Seokjin was dying. Namjoon had begun palming himself through his pants, “My mouth is good, too. I promise. Please help me, hyung.”
The clock ticks ever loudly as the silence begins to drain on, only filled by Namjoon’s tiny gasps and moans from what he was doing to himself. Seokjin slowly revives himself and his face is on fire. He awkwardly murmurs a tiny word, sounding airy and a little distant. “F-fine.”
Namjoon doesn’t even expect it when the older balls his fist into the leader’s shirt and pulls him forward to bring their lips together. And it’s so much better than anything he had dreamt up, because Jin’s lips are so soft and plump and moving feverishly against his own. And Seokjin smelled so nice. A little sour but sweet, like a field of flowers mixed with the smell of a crackling fire. Yeah. That was the comparison he was going with. Their bodies were so warm together. It was almost unbearable but so amazing all at the same time.
Seokjin pulls Namjoon’s hand away from his crotch, tilting his head to the other side and kissing Namjoon harder, pushing him back into the corner of the couch so that he was hovering over him. The feeling of kissing Seokjin… it was exactly like those romance novels would say. Fireworks. Except slow ones, ones that bloomed across your chest and made you feel warm and made your nerves tremble pleasantly as your brain released some chemical (Namjoon was pretty sure it was oxytocin or certified horny juice) that made your entire body weak and burn sweetly. His heart was beating so loud and hard that it was almost painful. Seokjin was relentless, only breaking the kiss every few minutes to suck in a breath. But just as soon as they parted, their lips were together again, moving feverishly, tongues exploring each other’s mouths.
Seokjin, after what feels like forever, pulls Namjoon up and breaks the kiss, flipping him onto his stomach roughly and shoving him over the side of the couch. Namjoon grips the sofa’s arm and pants loudly as he feels Seokjin begin rolling his shirt up. He lets it hang up by the younger blonde’s shoulders before his hands brush Namjoon’s torso on their way to his nipples. Namjoon inhales sharply as Jin rolls the tip of his fingers around them before pinching, eliciting a tiny grunt out of the younger.
“You know,” Woah, what the fuck? Where had that deep, growly voice come from? “It’s funny that someone who has wrote songs that say the things yours do is a desperate bottom. But I guess I should have known. Rap Monster is just a persona, right? In reality, you’re not someone who fucks. You’re the one who desperate for cock. In your mouth, in your ass. Filling you in whatever way possible. How cute that the cock you’re so horny for is mine.”
Seokjin leans over and presses a kiss to the back of Namjoon’s neck, “But I guess I should have known, with how much you’ve been obsessed with my lips lately. I thought you were spacing out… but to know that you probably thought about fucking my mouth when I was right in front of you…” He smirks darkly, “You’re a bad boy, Namjoon. And I’ve been so stressed out lately that, well, this offering of your horny little hole is too much to refuse.”
Namjoon had thought Seokjin was awkward. What the fuck was this. Sure, he had fantasized, but this was-
“Our leader is going to be my stress reliever. My toy. You’ll exist for me to fuck you.”
-olyshitholyshitholyshityes hyung yess.
Namjoon moans loudly. He’s a bit surprised that Seokjin didn’t want to move him to a place more private, but the fact that anybody could just walk in and know who Seokjin’s “fuck toy” was was, well, it was staining his pants. Send all of the help. “H-hyung,” He grunts, feeling the older nip a trail down his back. Was Seokjin making a pattern out of hickies right now? The older nips harshly as he finishes a little design, a tiny heart of bruises just above the top of Namjoon’s jeans.
The older presses his clothed bulge against Namjoon’s ass and grinds into him teasingly, making sounds that Namjoon’s ears tingled excitedly towards. They were on porn-star level and Seokjin was going to be the death of him. The older slowly, horribly slowly, pulls Namjoon’s jeans and boxers down to his knees and spreads his ass cheeks, lapping a line up from the bottom of the younger’s balls to just above his hole and Namjoon makes a strangled, almost pained noise, clenching his fists and biting the arm of the couch.
Seokjin flicks the slit of Namjoon’s cock with the top of his cold nail, sending lovely needles running up the blonde’s back. “F-fuck, hyung.” His cock twitches, dripping down into Seokjin’s hand. The older, going at his own pace- a terribly fucking gradual one- wraps his hand around Namjoon’s cock and slowly strokes over it. After a while of the torturous teasing, Namjoon is trembling and whimpering, begging Seokjin for more.
“Please, hyung- m-more- please!” He feels so out of breath, like no matter how much air he takes in, it won’t be enough.
Seokjin finally shows mercy and hums out a sickeningly sweet-sounding, “Where’s your lube, RM?”
“It’s- in my room in the bedside- or in the bathroom bottom drawer- I don’t-”
Seokjin chuckles, “That’s okay. I’ll get my own. Are you a peach or a cherry person?”
“Ch-cherry…”
Seokjin leaves him like that, exposed and bent over the arm, for a period of time that lasts way too long. Namjoon almost starts grinding into the sofa, but the older finally returns with both lubes. “Peach is thicker. But cherry will work for now.” He explains quickly, resuming his spot behind Namjoon and popping open the cherry lube to pour it easily over Namjoon’s hole. He grips both sides of Namjoon’s ass roughly, intending to leave prints, before leaning in and lapping in circles around the younger’s entrance.
Namjoon wonders why it matters what he prefers if Seokjin is the one tasting it, but then he feels fingers collect the lube and promptly shove into Namjoon’s mouth, silencing the loud moans that he hadn’t even known he was making. He licks eagerly at Jin’s fingers, the older’s tongue fucking in and out of him. He’s so close when Seokjin stops and quickly replaces his tongue with the two fingers that Namjoon had been sucking on, instead pressing little kisses between Namjoon’s thighs as his fingers scissored into him.
“Fuck, you are tight…” Seokjin almost sounds a little hesitant. He follows his words up with, “Are you sure you want me to-”
“Yes! Please, for the love of god, hyung. Fuck me, until I can’t walk tomorrow! I trust you and I’ve wanted your cock so much- please- please fuck me.”
Seokjin lets out a shaky breath, “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“W-well I want to hurt.”
“Namjoon.”
“Hyung.” Namjoon whines as Seokjin adds a third finger, “It feels so good, hyung. I can fit you.”
Seokjin is silent as he cautiously thrusts his fingers into Namjoon’s wet hole. After too long, far too long, Seokjin finally removes them and pulls his own pants down. He pours the peach lube over his cock and fingers lube into Namjoon’s hole for good measure and presses his tip to Namjoon’s entrance, massaging Namjoon’s cheeks with his thumbs. “If it hurts too much, I’ll stop.” He echoes, but it falls on deaf ears, because Namjoon arches his back inwards and whimpers beggingly.
So, Seokjin pushes the tip in, and Namjoon sucks in a breath in excitement. The older continues until he’s completely buried, having trouble staying still and controlled because fuck, Namjoon was so goddamn tight. His walls hugged him irresistibly and he wanted nothing more than to start pounding into his friend until neither of them could say anything coherent and all Seokjin could see were stars. But good things came to those who waited, and he was not about to hurt one of his babies. Even in a situation like this. With his dick buried in their ass.
He waits for, what Namjoon feels, is again way too long. And when he starts moving, he is slow and searching. He eases out, and in again, until Namjoon squeaks sharply, pleasure raking awfully up his body. “P-please, hyung!” He begs quietly, airily, and Seokjin grips the back of his hair. Without any warning, Seokjin’s movements become much harsher, slamming into Namjoon with ease. He picks up his pace, angling each thrust as well as possible, reducing the both of them to loud moaning. Namjoon’s eyes were wired shut and their bodies were heated, the room cold against their warm skin.
Namjoon sobs excitedly, loving being filled and pounded into, that spot making his body weak and full of ecstasy. He felt adrenaline pumping through his veins. Everything was overwhelming and he loved it, loved the way he could barely breath as the feeling of Seokjin overtook him. It smelled awful now, but he fucking loved it. Seokjin was growling and groaning above him, nails digging painfully into Namjoon’s back.
It didn’t take long for both men to be brought to the edge. Namjoon lets out a strangled yelp and Seokjin moves his hand down to thumb at Namjoon’s slit. The younger spills onto the cushion and a bit into Jin’s hand, and Seokjin is not long after, slowing his hips and burying his cock as deep as he could in Namjoon before filling the younger with his cum. He pants loudly and licks up the tiny bit of Namjoon’s seed on his thumb before gripping the blonde’s cheeks again and spreading them out. He gradually pulls out of Namjoon, both men groaning from oversensitivity.
“You might want a shower.” Seokjin hums amusedly, putting one finger in Namjoon’s slightly gaping hole and smirking as the sweaty blonde let out a squeak at the unexpected intrusion.
And right at that moment, Taehyung walks into the living room. The man’s face goes wide with shock and he quickly covers his eyes and retreats into his and Jungkook’s room, letting out a wail of terror as he went. They hear the door slam loudly behind him. Namjoon rolls onto his back and looks up at Jin, unfazed by Taehyung seeing them.
“Can you kiss me again, hyung?”
Seokjin looks down at Namjoon and raises a brow. “Why?”
“I… really liked kissing you.” Namjoon flashes a dimpled smile and the older smiles back tiredly. Instead of kissing him though, he gets off the couch and pulls Namjoon along into the bathroom to start the shower.
He does, however, kiss him randomly the next morning in the kitchen.
And Taehyung, being the little shit he is, doesn’t let it go. Two days after seeing them, he walks out with a dark grin on his face and says, “Honestly, I had thought Jin would’ve been the bottom.”
Seokjin had whacked him.