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[namkook] kinktober day 7: voyeurism 💘

🔞Nj is a little in love with his quiet roommate, but he doesn't expect to stumble in on Jk moaning his name.

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cw // accidental voyeurism, masturbation, idiots in love

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Nj wasn’t sure what to make of Jk when they were first introduced to each other.

Th was moving out to live with his boyfriend, but excitedly informed Nj that he knew the /perfect/ replacement. His friend from high school, just a couple years younger, was finally moving

to Seoul. “He’ll be such a step up from me, I promise,” Th told him as he ran over to open the door.

Jk was so obviously nervous, drowning in his black clothes even in July, and he shifted from foot to foot like he wasn’t sure if he should enter. He had more piercings than Nj

could count, first meeting, but his eyes were wide and sweet. When Th pulls him into an excited embrace, though, Nj saw his face break into the prettiest smile–something Nj’s sure he wasn’t meant to see.

Th didn’t lie–Jk ended up being a much better roommate. Nj had become

used to doors slamming at three am on Friday nights, to waking up to messes Th and his friends left the night before. Nj had, surprisingly, liked Th as a roommate regardless. He was a loud presence, but also a kind one. Th would stomp into Nj’s room without apology if he was

working too hard, bring him surprise coffees in the mornings after all-nighters. But, all the same, it was nice to have quiet again.

The first week, Nj saw Jk so rarely he decided it must be calculated. So on the weekend, he invited Jk out into the living room to

break the ice. They took turns picking out dumb shows to make fun of until the tension left Jk’s posture.

And then Jk was still quiet, still nervous, but he took up a little more space. When Nj saw him in a stare-off with the microwave at 1am, Jk shot him a small smile before

continuing. The microwave wasn’t on, but it wasn’t until weeks later that Jk admitted to his mistrust for the appliance. Which–Nj discovered with some amusement–did not stop him from still using it to make ramen.

And now, after half a year, Nj has adjusted to their arrangement. He’s slowly accumulating little details on the other, piecing them together to understand the younger boy. It warms Nj’s chest to think of how Jk takes off his chunky black boots to reveal pink socks with little

white rabbits. Or how his tattooed hand writes notes in color-coded pens. Or how, when Jk left his door open in a rush, his minimalist bed set was topped with a couple plushies.

Nj thinks anyone would be endeared. Th agrees, but is also convinced Nj wants to marry his best

best friend. Nj tells him that’s too dramatic, but maybe he wouldn’t mind taking him out for coffee sometime, though he’s not sure how he’d even ask. Jk is more comfortable now, but still fidgets nervously whenever Nj gets too close, still stutters a bit when Nj asks

a question too suddenly.

It’s getting to be late when Nj finally leans back from his textbook and stretches, knowing his brain won’t absorb any more information at the moment. It’s a Saturday night, and Nj has the vague undefined idea of inviting Jk

to “maybe watch a movie or something”, so he makes his way to the other’s room.

He hits his knuckles lightly against the door to knock, not realizing it’s cracked, and the door opens with hardly a sound. And Jungkook is there, just not how Nj expected.

He’s laying across his bed, back arching up as he jerks himself off. His parted bangs are matted to his forehead with sweat, his cheeks rosy. His chest is rising and falling at a haphazard pace. He’s biting his lip, hard, muffling his own sounds. When his other hand pinches

at his nipple, his mouth pops open with a gasp, hips stuttering as he sighs. “/Nj-hyung/…”

Nj realizes, logically, that he should immediately leave. But his body is frozen in shock, his feet solid on the ground, and the sound of his name in Jk’s voice plays

through his head on loop.

So he watches as Jk continues, sees his muscles strain as he gets closer. Jk’s eyes flutter open with a gasp on a particularly hard thrust. His vision catches on Nj, and his entire body stiffens immediately. Nj, who is standing like an idiot with

his hand still up to knock on the door, now open.

Jk’s eyes widen in absolute /mortification/ as he quickly scrambles to cover himself with a squeak, a flurry of movement until he’s wrapped loosely in a blanket with a pillow over his lap. He stares at Nj, eyes huge

and unmoving, feet curling against each other apprehensively.

“Ah–uhm,” Nj starts, intelligently. “Sorry for interrupting. I didn’t realize the door was cracked and, uh, I’ll just… I’m going to go.”

He turns around, desperately hoping Jk didn’t notice his

own embarrassing hard-on, and moves to walk away.

He’s stopped by Jk’s shaky whisper. “Did you, um, hear anything?”

Nj looks down at his own feet, kicking at the carpet, as he considers lying. But he thinks Jk deserves honesty, even if it might be a bit embarrassing, so

he says, “Yeah, Jk-ah. I heard.”

“O-oh,” he breathes. “I’m so sorry, Hyung.”

“It’s fine.”

Low enough that Nj isn’t sure he’s supposed to hear it, Jk mumbles, “You sound upset, though.”

Nj realizes that he had been a bit short, and his words had come out strained. That his fingernail is scratching at the wall, and his shoulders are lifting with practiced breaths. And, evidently, Jk has concluded that Nj is /angry/.

“I’m going to turn around,” Nj warns him before he does so. Jk bites his lip awkwardly, though he’s still wrapped in a soft blanket, and Nj can’t believe he’s so pretty even like this. Worried and unsure, strong hands pulling the fabric up to hide the bottom of his flushed face.

His eyes are also a bit teary, and Nj is filled with the need to obliterate whatever caused them. Even though it’s Nj himself.

He walks toward him slowly, because Jk still looks like he’s ready to bolt any moment, and crouches in front of him so they’re eye level. “I’m not

upset, Jk-ah. I promise.” Jk swallows, hard. “And I apologize sincerely for invading your privacy like that.”

“I should’ve made sure the door was closed,” Jk replies. “Then you wouldn’t feel awkward. I’m sorry, Nj-hyung. Please don’t hate me.”

Nj chuckles humorlessly. “No, Jk-ah, I hope you don’t hate /me/.” The other boy blinks in confusion, so he continues, “I was standing there for a few seconds. I was, well, too stunned to move.”

Jk’s nose scrunches in displeasure. It’s so adorable Nj thinks he

might pass out. “That makes sense, it must be weird to walk into that.”

Nj takes a deep breath, bracing himself. “To be honest, Jk-ah, I think it had more to do with how pretty you are. Or all the blood rushing south.”

“What?” Jk asks. Then, to Nj’s complete mortification, immediately looks down to where Nj’s still half-hard under his sweatpants.

“Don’t /look/ at it.” Nj spreads a hand across his face to hide his flush.

“I think maybe I earned the right,” Jk says, voice brighter, and Nj peaks through his fingers to see the hint of a smile on his lips.

Nj smiles back, because, “Yeah, okay, that’s fair.” He stands up again, Jk’s eyes following him. “So, to conclude, we are both attracted to

each other and extremely embarrassed and not at all upset. I’m going to go back then,” he announces, motioning with his thumb.

Jk giggles at the awkward action, before pulling at his lip with his teeth again. “Would you, um, stay maybe?”

His brain short-circuits. “Stay? While you…”

Jk nods, tucking his hair behind his ear shakily. “If you really think I look pretty, I mean. I don’t… I don’t mind.”

Nj’s dick stirs in interest, an utter betrayal to the care he’s trying to show. “Do /you/ want me to stay?”

Jk nods again, fingers moving to clutch at the pillow still on his lap. “I like the idea of you watching…”

He allows himself a moment to think, mostly in an attempt to seem somewhat put together, before he nods. “Okay, Jk-ah. Let me see you.”

And Jk does, albeit shyly. He removes the pillow and repositions himself as Nj sits in his desk chair, eyes focused intently on Jk. And then he moves again. Nj isn’t sure if he hadn’t gone soft in their conversation or if simply the idea of Nj

wanting him turned him on again, but his cock is hard when he takes it in hand.

As soon as the first hum leaves his throat, Jk bites back down on his lip.

“Don’t need to hide your sounds anymore, baby, Hyung already knows what you’re doing,” Nj tells him, perhaps a touch too

boldly. But Jk doesn’t seem to mind. He flushes darkly and releases his lip with a high-pitched moan, and it sounds /so/ explicit Nj almost regrets saying anything. He continues to moan and sigh and gasp as he pleasures himself, eventually babbling what sounds like nonsense

interwoven with Nj’s name. That’s when it becomes unbearable, and Nj growls low in his throat. “Can I touch you?”

Jk nods enthusiastically, urgently. “Please, Hyung. Please, please…”

Nj cuts him off with a kiss to the corner of his mouth, because it feels right. Then he grabs him by his narrow waist and pulls Jk onto his lap, groaning when Jk immediately ruts against his lap. Jk’s sighs are even more gorgeous when breathed into his ear, Nj finds, and

his hands move to guide Jk’s hips.

Jk shifts until he’s rutting directly against Nj’s clothed cock, and Nj gasps at the friction. He lets his hands wander across Jk’s body, down his back, across the tattoos decorating his arm, along his sides. Nj pinches at his nipples, just

because he’d seen Jk teasing them earlier, and a shiver runs through the younger’s body. He’s so pretty like this, so close, and Nj lets his hand slip over his ass, grabbing slightly.

Jk moans again, hips stuttering as he tries to continue rutting against Nj while also pressing back into the palm of his hand, and Nj slides his fingers between his cheeks, circling his entrance.

When Nj’s finger presses lightly on his hole, Jk’s hips stutter and he comes in his lap, grasping frantically at the back of his shirt, Nj pressing kisses into his temple.

Nj lays him down carefully, but Jk pouts and pushes at his chest. “Want you to come, too.”

The older boy laughs. “What are you getting so worked up over?”

“I want to know I made Hyung feel good, too!” Jk’s eyes are narrowed, his eyebrows drawn inwards, and Nj smiles softly.

“You already did, baby. But since you insist, I’ll finish,” he says. Jk nods sternly, and

Nj brushes the stray bangs from his face sweetly.

He finally pulls his cock out of his sweatpants, embarrassed when he notices the precum staining the material, and strokes himself. It doesn’t take much, so worked up from having Jk hungrily chasing pleasure in his lap.

When Jk asks for Nj to come on him, he immediately tips over the edge, cum mixing with Jk’s own across his stomach.

Jk reaches up as soon as Nj’s finished, pulling him onto his chest, so close their breaths have to match. They stay like that for several moments, Nj whispering

nothings into Jk’s ear as he hums softly, happily satisfied in each other.

–

“I didn’t talk to Th for about a month, when I moved in,” Jk says suddenly. It’s been a half hour, maybe, but neither of them have moved much.

“What?”

“I called him the night I moved in, and he laughed for like an hour when I told him how sexy I thought you were. I actually thought he maybe did this on purpose, to torture me for fun.”

Nj laughs. “That does sound like Th,” he replies thoughtfully. “He laughed at me, too, when he realized I was obsessed with you.”

Jk squirms in his arms, flustered. “Are you?”

“Obsessed with you?” Nj asks, kissing his cheek. “I think a little bit, yeah.”

And Jk grins, lighting up the whole room, filling up a part of Nj he hadn’t realized was hollow. As he leans in to kiss Jk properly, he hopes his nights can be lit just as brightly in the future, as well.

[end]

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