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LETS GET YOONGI ON THAT FRIDGE

https://twitter.com/kumatokkii/status/1220385683254206464

also, I'm gonna be writing this on the spot, so any spelling errors, please forgive me ;-;

Namjoon didn't like to call it a crush.

All his friends at college teased him, pinching his cheeks, slapping him on the back.

"Namjoon's got a crush on Min Yoongi! Ahaha!"

Namjoon would huff, pout, cross his arms.

He didn't like to call it that at all.

Namjoon knew it wasn't a crush, knew it was more, more more.

Namjoon knew he was fucking in love with Min Yoongi, and reducing that to the term 'crush', well...

It didn't feel right to him. Didn't feel intense enough for whatever his heart did, when he looked at Yoongi.

Yoongi was his senior, someone he didn't even have classes with, but it was love at first sight, honestly, and even though Namjoon knew he didn't exist in Min Yoongi's world, it didn't matter.

Watching from afar was enough, it really was... well, kinda.

Yoongi didn't come across as approachable anyways, and though Namjoon was big, looked tough enough for no one to mess with him, his insides were soft, like marshmallows, and he didn't really have the balls to dare approach the pretty elder.

Scary, too scary.

"You're a wuss," Seokjin would laugh at him, flick Namjoon in the arm, steal food from his plate as they ate at the cafe. "You should go talk to him one day, instead of staring at him like you wanna skin him and wear him like a jacket. Creepy Joonie."

"Oh god," Namjoon gasped in horror, ripping his eyes away from where Yoongi sat, three tables down, so so pretty in his giant clothes. "Do I really look like that?"

"Yes."

"Please tell me you're joking."

"Nope," Jin stole another fry. "You look like you wanna eat him."

Namjoon flushed a little, but shrugged, watching Jin eat his food with indifference.

"I wouldn't mind eating him."

"Don't be vile."

"I didn't say which parts!"

Jin scoffed.

"I know which parts, you beast. You're ruining my appetite."

"That's my food though."

"Shhh."

Another glance at Yoongi, and Namjoon felt his heart thump painfully. Yoongi never met his glances, never looked his way.

Yoongi was older than him, and Yoongi was pretty, all soft blonde hair and dollish lips, so petite and dainty, in a way that made Namjoon want to hold him.

But there was an aggression to the older man too, a scowl that would kill Namjoon if ever aimed at him, sharp eyes that looked like they could cut glass, and a vocabulary that made Namjoon blush like a school kid.

Yoongi was kinda rude sometimes, kinda vocal in his displeasure.

Namjoon never forgot the library incident, the first time he'd ever seen Yoongi, and recalled it with equal amounts of terror, awe, and arousal.

Someone had taken a book, right from the shelf Yoongi had been reaching for, and Namjoon had witnessed it all.

The stranger had snatched the book before Yoongi's very eyes, fast, clean, and Yoongi had been livid.

"That was mine," the blond had said, calm, cool, collected, while his eyes glared from beneath a heavy fringe. "I'd like it back, if you don't mind."

"You weren't fast enough," the stranger dared to reply. Namjoon had gasped from his study table, watching on like it was the finale of a tv drama. The air around Yoongi seemed to grow heavy, and then, the small man exploded.

"What the FUCK did you just say?"

It was almost a fight.

There were hands on collars, Yoongi's cute teeth on display as he cussed and growled and said words that made Namjoon's toes curl up inside his shoes.

Bad words.

Mean words.

But...

The way Yoongi looked, furious, sneering, a brow cocked beneath his glossy hair, and Namjoon was borderline whimpering in his chair, enthralled entirely by the sight before him.

Such a pretty boy, saying such angry things with such confidence, fighting over a book.

It was weird that Namjoon found it sexy.

Fucking weird, it really was, but when he was back in his dorm that night, alone and sleepy, but not falling asleep, he remembered it, felt himself get hard inside his pajamas, and palmed at himself, thinking of Yoongi.

Namjoon didn't usually do this, pleasuring himself while he thought about a real life person, usually just jerked off, came in a tissue and knocked out for the night.

But his imagination was apparently vivid when it came to Yoongi, and it was making him whine into his pillow.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He could hear the older man's voice perfectly, deep and rasped, taunting, almost teasing.

"T-touching myself," he whimpered to the imaginary Yoongi.

"Without asking me?"

Namjoon was going to cum.

"You're so stupid, Namjoon."

Fuck.

Namjoon came into his hand with a shudder, panting and gasping into his pillow like he was drowning, and he didn't move to clean yet, just laid there, wondering what the fuck his mind just made him conjure.

No, am I into that?

Namjoon recalled Yoongi today, small, feral, cute.

Oh god, he sighed, screwing his eyes shut. Yeah, shit, I'm so into that.

Seokjin hated hearing about it.

"If you wanna get your dick stepped on so bad, just go fucking talk to him. I'm sure he'd even do it for free."

"Hyung, don't..."

"Are you blushing?"

"...No..."

It was beyond a crush, Namjoon knew.

He was in love, and it really was sickening.

Thought about Yoongi when he woke up, thought about Yoongi went he slept. Thought about Yoongi when he worked out, thought about him when he studied.

It was past the weird sex thing that had taken root inside Namjoon's silly brain, past the fact that Yoongi was small and pretty, that he was smart, that he stood up for himself.

Yoongi was kind too, generous, volunteered to help new student find their way on campus, paid it forward for coffee, so the person in line after him got their drink for free.

All those small moments made Namjoon breathless with adoration when he'd witness them, and it was love.

And Namjoon was too much of a chicken to act on it.

One day, he told himself, watching Yoongi walk past them, leaving the cafe without a single glance thrown his way. One day I might be able to tell him.

Jin looked revolted, still eating Namjoon's food.

But then, Jin was smiling, plump lips curling, eyes glittering with something evil.

Oh no.

"So, remember that party Hobi was throwing, that I invited you to, and you said "not a chance in hell?"

Namjoon squinted suspiciously.

"Maybe."

Jin grinned, and it was terrifying.

"What if I told you Yoongi was gonna be there? Would you change your mind and come with me?"

Namjoon pouted.

"No, because you're a liar and I don't believe you. You're going alone, I'm not coming. You KNOW I hate parties."

"You don't HATE parties."

"Yes, I do," Namjoon pouted more, trying to look cute enough for Jin to drop the subject and baby him instead. "They're so boring, and you always abandon me."

"I would never!"

"You did last time! And my phone was only on 6 percent!"

Jin reached over to squish Namjoon's cheeks.

"Poor Joonie."

"Hope the dick was worth leaving me alone."

"Oh, it was, don't you worry."

"Ugh, don't touch me with your greasy fingers."

Jin squeezed him harder.

"I'm serious though," and he was, Namjoon could tell, knew Jin wasn't spinning lies this time. "Yoongi is really close with Hobi apparently, and Hobi said he'd be there."

Namjoon felt a ghost of hope bloom inside his chest, and pondered.

Yoongi could be there.

Then maybe he could finally talk to him.

Hmm.

Namjoon stared at Jin in silence, wondering if the elder would crack, expose his lies.

Nothing.

Fuck.

"FINE," Namjoon sighed in exasperation, dramatic. "Fine, I'll come, FINE."

"Yay, Joonie!" Jin looked overjoyed, wiggling in the seat. "We're gonna have so much fun!"

Namjoon sighed again.

It felt like he'd just signed himself up to a nightmare, that Jin would never, never let him back out of.

Ah well.

The party was the coming weekend, and Namjoon was stressed.

"What should I wear?" he questioned Jin, 5 days to go still.

"Whatever you want?"

"I wanna look hot. Or at least good. Or, like... okay."

"You always look okay."

"Only okay? Fuck."

"You look fine!"

Jin found it hilarious, the way Namjoon fretted, and refused to cave to Namjoon's hysteria, telling him to figure it out, that it didn't matter, that it wasn't a fashion parade.

The hypocrisy, considering Jin planned his outfits out for the week. Once cried over a coffee stain.

It was time to call in someone who actually gave a fuck.

"Taehyung," Namjoon almost sobbed into the phone, laying on his bed, 2 days until the party. "Help meeeeeeee."

"Are you crying?"

"No, but I can? Will that make you more likely to help?"

"Umm, maybe? Wanna try?"

Namjoon sniffled.

"I don't wanna cry."

"It's fine," Taehyung's voice sounded so deep over the phone, chuckling into the speaker. "What do you need?"

Taehyung was Namjoon's cousin, younger, successful, adored by the family. Taehyung was cool. Taehyung could help for sure.

"I need an outfit. For a party."

Taehyung gasped.

"You wanna go shopping? You want my help?"

"Is that okay? I wanna look... decent."

"Oh my god, I'm so excited, let's go NOW, I'll be over in five, see you in a bit, BE READY!"

"O-okay!"

Namjoon was a total virgin to clothes shopping, as was pointed out as such by Taehyung, who somehow found it hilarious.

"Do you know what colours you like?"

"Umm... no?"

"What about pant shape? Tight, skinny? High waisted?"

"What?"

"Oh Joon, you're so precious."

They went to what felt like a billion stores, all with the same things, at least in Namjoon's eyes, but Taehyung was adamant that none of them had what Namjoon NEEDED, and Namjoon didn't want to argue.

"What's this for anyways?" Tae asked, waiting outside a change room.

Namjoon struggled pulling the leather pants up his thighs, sighing when they left his ankles bare, too tall once again.

"A party. Jin hyung is making me go."

"Thought you said you didn't do parties?"

Namjoon thought of Yoongi, and wished the leather pants were longer.

They looked nice.

"I don't."

He could feel Taehyung smirking, even though he couldn't see it.

"So... has it got to do with that boy then?"

Ah, shit, Namjoon really wished the pants fit.

"Which boy?" Namjoon knew Taehyung knew which boy.

"You know."

Namjoon pushed the leather pants down his thighs with disappointment.

"Yeah, its for that boy."

Taehyung paused.

"Are you like... wanting to get laid? Or?"

That wasn't really something Namjoon had considered, even though thats kinda what college parties were for.

Was Yoongi going to the party in hopes to get laid?

Oh, that made Namjoon's gut twist, suddenly feeling sick, possessive, envious.

No.

"I wanna get laid."

Taehyung laughed.

"That's the spirit! How'd the pants go?"

"Bad."

"Perfect, because our attack plan has just changed."

In the end, Taehyung had narrowed down their options, and Namjoon arrived back at his dorm in a daze, barely even able to remember what they'd picked.

He laid it out on his bed, and studied it.

It seemed simple enough. Nice enough. Hmm.

Dark jeans, a white shirt made from weird fabric, a light denim jacket to match.

Namjoon snapped a photo, and sent it to Jin with 12 question marks.

Jin replied quickly.

*is that ur outfit?*

*yeh. is it nice?*

*idk, put it on and show me. let me judge u*

It was usually Jin sending the outfit photos, not Namjoon, but he complied anyways, pulling it all on.

And thats when he saw.

The white fabric of the shirt was almost clear, hinting at EVERYTHING that hid beneath it. Namjoon gasped.

"Taehyung!" he whined into the phone, staring at himself in the mirror, dark nipples just visible beneath the white. "It's see-through!"

"Yeah?"

"I can see my nipples AND my belly button!"

"That's great!"

"No, it's bad!" Namjoon was embarrassed. "Why did you pick this?"

"You said you wanted to get laid! How is anyone supposed to know you're down to fuck if you're not showing off your assets?"

"Nipples are not assets."

"Oh, yes they are. Trust me hyung, you're gonna get like, super laid."

Namjoon winced, embarrassed.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I promise, okay?"

Namjoon sighed. he could trust Taehyung.

"Okay, fine.... Thanks again for today."

he could picture Tae's smile perfectly, boxy and sweet.

"Any time hyung! Sleep well!"

Namjoon snapped a photo in the mirror, and sent it to Jin.

*i can see ur nipples*

*yeh. is it bad?*

Namjoon stared at his phone for what felt like forever, before Jin's reply came through.

*you've got really big boobs, did you know that?*

Namjoon pouted at the screen.

*they arent that big, its just the angle*

Jin replied instantly.

*they BIG, yoongi might wanna motorboat you*

Namjoon did NOT dwell on that image at all. Definitely not.

*u look good* Jin finally replied, serious. *good job joonie, really*

Namjoon sighed in relief, kinda loving the way the fabric felt on his skin, smooth and soft, even if it showed off his belly button.

He texted back his thanks, hung everything up neatly, took a shower, and definitely didn't jerk off to the image of Yoongi motorboating his chest.

The next two days passed in the blink of an eye, and when evening rolled around for the party, Namjoon was an anxious wreck.

Seokjin was no help, like usual.

"Are you really going to wear your hair like that?"

"Whats wrong with my hair?" Namjoon frowned, looking at himself in the mirror, dressed up in what Taehyung had helped him pick out.

"Flat. Lifeless. Lacking."

"You're killing my confidence here hyung."

"Here, I'll help."

By the time Jin was done doing... whatever it was he was doing to Namjoon's hair, he almost didn't recognise himself in the bathroom mirror.

His hair had gotten kinda long, kinda shaggy, and Jin had styled it back from his face perfectly.

"It looks like I have a mullet." Namjoon wasn't sure how he felt.

"Yeah, a sexy mullet. Not gonna be able to keep Yoongi away from you."

"Shut up. I look weird."

Jin sighed, throwing on his own jacket, leather and hot, smirking at his own reflection, before turning it to Joon.

"You look hot. Now shut up and get your shit, the taxi is gonna be here in five minutes."

"B-but--"

"Oh, it's here, quickly, quickly!"

Being at the party, Namjoon rememebered why he hated them so much.

They'd only been there 20 minutes and he already wanted out, leaning against the wall, thumbing away at his phone screen, abandoned once again by Jin.

At least his phone was fully charged this time.

The air was heavy with the scent of some strong alcohol that Namjoon would never try, and people were making out everywhere, like animals in heat.

Plus, there was no sign of Yoongi, and Namjoon was self conscious about his nipples.

And belly button.

Sigh.

Maybe he should drink.

Hmm.

Namjoon didn't really like to drink much, knew he needed a lot for it to do anything, considering how big he was, but he'd not eaten much today, and maybe it would make it easier to relax, would pass time while he waited for Jin to come back.

The kitchen was crowded, but there was all sorts of drinks on the counter, beers, ciders, a bowl full of something bright red that smelled good, but strong, and Namjoon wrinkled his nose, before filling up a plastic cup to the brim.

He chugged it as fast as possible.

It tasted like strawberries at first, and then like death, but that didn't deter him from going in again, and again, and again.

Yikes, was everything spinning like this earlier?

Hmm.

Namjoon decided to drink a little more, and then leaned against the fridge, suddenly tired.

I'll kill Seokjin, he thought to himself, pouting alone, staring into nothing. He's such a liar, telling me Yoongi was gonna be here, I'll kill him--

But then Namjoon refocused his gaze, right as Yoongi walked past him, ignoring him, grabbing a cider and leaving.

Oh.

"Oh!" Namjoon blinked rapidly, watching as Yoongi walked away, looking so cute in his soft jumper, glossy hair brushed flat.

Oh no, he looked so sweet.

Namjoon wanted to cry.

He wondered if Yoongi saw his nipples. He kinda hoped Yoongi saw them.

He couldn't stop himself from wandering out of the kitchen after the elder, pressing himself to the back wall, watching as Yoongi rejoined a small group, sitting on a couch in the middle of the room.

Yoongi looked so happy, so pretty as he smiled, pink gums showing.

And then, an arm was being pulled around Yoongi's shoulder, pulling him close, into the boy beside him.

Namjoon didn't recognise the boy.

Namjoon wanted to fight him regardless.

Hoseok was there too, reaching over to squeeze Yoongi's cheeks, and Namjoon saw red fast.

Namjoon wanted to have Yoongi lean against him, wanted to be the one squeezing Yoongi's cheeks.

Namjoon wanted to make sure no one touched Yoongi anymore, wanted to keep Yoongi to himself.

It hurt his heart to watch, it really did.

He's so small, Namjoon knew he was staring, slack jawed and probably looking furious, brows pinched painfully as he glared. He's tiny.

I could just carry him away.

If I hold him over my head, no one else could reach him.

An idea was born, in Namjoon's drunken mind.

Hmm.

Not even Seokjin would be able to stop Namjoon, from acting on his genius plan.

It was like it happened in slow motion.

Striding across the room, pushing through the crowd, Yoongi's eyes falling on him, getting wider, getting wider.

Maybe Yoongi shrieked when Namjoon threw him over his shoulder, he wasn't sure, but his heart was pounding loudly, and Yoongi's sweater was so soft against him.

I need to put him somewhere high.

Where only I can reach him.

Namjoon remembered the fridge.

Yes.

Placing Yoongi atop the fridge was the same as placing a stuffed animal on a bookshelf, so easy to sit him there, Yoongi so light, so small.

Namjoon felt so pleased, watching slim legs dangle over the edge of the appliance, until he met Yoongi's eyes, and flinched hard.

Oh no, Yoongi was mad.

Beneath a blonde fridge, sharp, feline eyes were narrowed in on him, full of rage, cheeks tinted with humiliation. Namjoon wanted to run away.

"What the fuck?" was all the elder asked, rage making his deep voice tremble.

Namjoon let the alcohol talk for him.

"You're so small."

Uh oh, Yoongi didn't like that, if the way his eyes widened was anything to go by. Yoongi was bright red too, throat bobbing as he swallowed.

"Wanna repeat that?"

Namjoon had to stare up at Yoongi. The fridge was tall.

"Umm," Namjoon blinked stupidly. "You're so small?"

When Yoongi's leg lashed out, it hit Namjoon right in the chest, and he whined, grabbing Yoongi's slim ankle to prevent it happening again. Yoongi kicked him with the other leg instead.

"Get me down, right now," the older man hissed through gritted teeth, knuckles white at the edge of the fridge where he gripped for dear life.

"I can't," Namjoon knew he was pouting, whining, like he always did.

"Yes you can!"

"No," Namjoon still had hold of Yoongi's ankles, trying not to hyper focus on how his entire hand, and more, could wrap around them with ease. "You need to stay there. It's for safety."

Yoongi growled... it was kinda hot.

"What are you, fucking stupid? This isn't safe at all!"

Oh.

Bad words, bad words from Yoongi, directed at Namjoon. He was too drunk to hold in the whine that crawled up his throat.

Yoongi looked so angry.

Namjoon had an idea.

"Do you... want some snacks?"

"No, I wanna get the fuck down."

"What about a drink?"

"...Cider."

Namjoon passed it up to Yoongi, who snatched it away with a suspicious glare. He looked so cute on the fridge, he really did.

He had to voice it, the alcohol that was starting to fade within him demanded it.

"You look really cute up there."

Yoongi stared down at him with a look of almost disgust, even though his cheeks were dusted pink.

"You're a fucking weirdo."

Hnn.

Namjoon loved him.

"I'm Namjoon."

Yoongi sipped at his cider delicately, rolling his eyes.

"Namjoon, did you know you can see your nipples through your shirt?"

Namjoon grinned, blushing.

"Oh, I know! And my belly button too, see?"

Yoongi choked on his cider.

"Umm," Yoongi was staring blatantly now, unblinking, licking the taste of cider from his lips. "Yeah, I... can see that."

"This fabric feels nice too. Not as nice as your sweater, but I like it anyways."

Yoongi was frozen on the edge of the fridge, cocking his head to the side.

"Are you flirting with me?"

That sobbered Namjoon up WAY too fast.

Shit, he kinda wanted to puke. Or cry. Or die.

"Uhh--"

"Don't tell lies."

Oh, Yoongi sounded so stern, so demanding. Namjoon caved in so fast it winded him.

"M-maybe?"

Namjoon couldn't stop from fiddling with the hem of his see-through shirt, too scared to meet Yoongi's gaze, scared the elder would laugh at him.

There was a long silence, and now that Namjoon was more clearheaded, he wanted to run away.

"Eyes up here, big boy."

When he finally looked up at pretty Yoongi perched on the fridge, all breath fled his lungs.

Yoongi was staring hard, a brow raised, sipping his cider with a dangerous smirk.

"That's not a real answer, is it?"

"Umm," Namjoon swallowed loudly. "I-I'm trying to flirt with you."

Yoongi tilted his head.

"And do you think you're doing well so far?"

Shit.

Namjoon knew he was shaking.

"Umm..."

Yoongi took another sip, his pink eyelids heavy as he stared, unblinking. Namjoon loved him.

Namjoon sighed.

"I don't think I'm d-doing well."

Another awkward pause as Namjoon sweated and trembled, unable to blink as Yoongi eyed him like prey, scared even though Yoongi was aaaall the way up there, terrified of being rejected.

He deserved it though, he knew.

Picking Yoongi up like that, like a caveman with no sense--

"You know, you're actually kinda cute."

Namjoon froze. Yoongi sipped his drink again.

"I think you can do a better job though. Wanna keep trying?"

Uh oh.

"I... don't know h-how to flirt..."

The sound Yoongi made was almost a purr, and it made Namjoon hot all over.

"That's okay, want hyung to teach you?"

Uhh.

Fuck.

"Y-yes," Namjoon didn't know what to do with his hands, clenching them awkwardly by his side. "Please."

"Come closer then."

"You're not gonna kick me again, are y-you?"

"Only if you want me to."

"Maybe later."

Oops.

Yoongi grinned, pearly teeth on show.

"Later huh? There we go."

Namjoon knew he was bright fucking pink, horrified by how easily such dumb words had slipped out.

"No, I mean-- uhh-- not like that--"

"Like what then?"

"Umm--"

Namjoon didn't realise how close he was now, almost pressed to the fridge door, slim legs dangling past his shoulders, almost eye level with Yoongi's crotch. He couldnt help but flinch when thighs spread wider, Yoongi watching happily as Namjoon grew increasingly flustered.

"What did you say your name was again?"

Namjoon was close enough to smell the strawberry and lime cider on Yoongi's lips, smell the scent of clean clothes and a sharp cologne that made him wanna drool everywhere.

"N-Namjoon."

"You look familiar, Namjoon. Have we met before?"

"No. N-not really."

"Not really?"

"I see you around campus a lot," being between Yoongi legs like this was making Namjoon feel lightheaded, making his brains scramble in an attempt to keen sane. "I s-saw you fight someone in the library once."

Yoongi smirked, lips curling.

"Did you see me win?"

Yoongi had won in the end, book in hand, sneering, and Namjoon had loved the way victory looked on the tiny man, the way he'd puffed his chest out in pride, ready for another round if need be.

It had been so hot.

"Yeah... I saw."

"No one gets to push me around," Yoongi's voice dropped, deep and low, rough like gravel. "Not unless I want them to."

Namjoon caught the whine in his throat, before it slipped up and gave away how fucking horny this was making him. It seemed like Yoongi noticed anyway though.

"Think you could push me around, Namjoon?"

Where the words came from, Namjoon didn't know, but they spilled out anyways, shaky with nerves.

"I p-put you up here, didn't I?"

Yoongi licked his lips, making them wet, studying Namjoon as if deep in thought.

"Why did you do that?"

No point in lying.

"Got jealous, saw that boy on the couch touch you. Saw Hobi pinch your cheeks."

Yoongi waited for more. Namjoon swallowed loudly.

"Thought if I put you somewhere no one else could reach... t-then..."

"Then what?"

"I don't k-know."

"And what if I wanted to go home with that boy on the couch? What if you ruined my chances of me being laid? You gonna say sorry to me for that?"

Namjoon felt his nose wrinkle in envy.

"No."

"Oh?" Yoongi was smiling, teasing. "That's mean."

"I don't care," Namjoon pouted.

Namjoon gasped when Yoongi's thighs pressed against his sides, squeezing hard, trapping him there.

"You're a fucking brat, did you know that?"

Namjoon said nothing as he tried not to black out from arousal.

"Maybe I should push you around instead, huh? Teach you a lesson for putting people on top of fridges without asking."

"Please."

Uh oh.

Fuck.

Yoongi's eyes seemed to darken, squeezing Namjoon again, Namjoon whimpering gently.

"You like that? Want me to bully you?"

Namjoon knew he was hard, cock stiff beneath his brand new jeans, now pressed firmly against the fridge door as Yoongi's slim legs held him captive.

"I like it."

Yoongi let out a giggle, cute and soft, a harsh contrast to the expression he wore, sharp, hungry.

"That's weird. Knew you were fucking weird."

Ahh, god.

Namjoon's hips kicked against his will at the insults, forcing a small moan from his dry lips.

"Oh, you like that too huh?" Yoongi was having way too much fun now, leaning back to watch, squeezing his thighs once more.

"Umm," Namjoon felt like he was going to pass out, all the blood in his body rushing south fast, suddenly hyper aware of the fact that he was between Yoongi's legs, that Yoongi was being mean to him, that Yoongi was looking at him like he was starved. "I'm sorry--"

"Say sorry for taking me away from the couch."

"No."

"But I was gonna get laid, Namjoon."

"You can still get laid."

Hah.

Oops.

"Oh, you think you're up for it, big boy? Think you can fuck me good?"

He was so confident, so loud.

Namjoon shuddered, thighs clenching.

"I can."

"You can what?"

Namjoon blushed. Don't make me say it out loud, don't make me say it out loud--

"M-make you... feel... nice..."

"But I don't wanna feel nice," Yoongi looked feral, leaning in, grabbing Namjoon's face, forcing him to pout. "I wanna get fucked hard."

"I can." Namjoon didn't dare blink.

"Say it."

"..."

"Say. It."

"I... c-can f-fuck you h-hard."

Namjoon wanted to die, shame burning beneath his skin, the tips of his ears on fire, cock twitching beneath his pants. Yoongi just smiled, before booping his nose cutely.

"Get me off this fridge and show me then."

Yoongi felt like nothing in his arms, hoisted down from the appliance and into Namjoon's hold, bridal style, the small man squeaking in surprise. It made his heart beat too fast, the way slender arms looped his neck for support.

"You work out?" Yoongi was blushing a little now, even though everyone was too drunk to be paying attention, round cheeks turning as pink as his soft lips.

"Not really."

"You're strong."

"Yeah, I k-know."

"Think you could fuck me against a wall?"

Namjoon shuddered.

"Y-yes."

Yoongi seemed to know the house well enough, guiding Namjoon to an empty room easily, slipping from Namjoon's arms to lock it.

One glance around, and Namjoon knew it was Hoseok's room. He gasped in horror.

"This is Hobi's room."

"I know."

"We... in h-here?"

"It'll be hilarious. Plus, he's a sex fiend, he'll have all the supplies we need."

"Oh my god, yuck."

"Did you just call lube yuck?"

"The fact you know about Hobi's s-sex life is yuck."

Yoongi crossed his arms, leaning against the locked door.

"Are you being jealous again?"

"No."

"What if I said we fucked once? Jealous now?"

Namjoon couldn't help but grit his teeth. Yoongi laughed.

"Aww, jealous boy, how cute."

"Don't tease me."

"But it's so fun," Yoongi sneered, head tilting to the side. "I like seeing you get all pouty."

Namjoon pouted, like clockwork.

"That's not the kind of bullying I l-like."

Yoongi quirked his brow.

"Well, tell me what kind you like then."

Yoongi was making his way to Namjoon now, long pale fingers looping through his belt loops, tugging him close.

Yoongi's face was in line with his chest, and Namjoon felt self conscious about his shirt all over again.

"Mean," Namjoon whined, getting hard again fast, head spinning as he looked down at the pretty man. "Like it mean."

"That's too vague. Try again."

Hhh.

"I'm embarrassed."

"I know," Yoongi pulled again at the belt loops, Namjoon's cock straining the denim to press against Yoongi's tummy. "But you can do it. I've got you."

Oh, Yoongi would look after him. Namjoon could have cried.

"Like when you say bad words."

"What bad words?"

Namjoon bit his lip, so nervous. Yoongi took the lead.

"Want me to call you names, Namjoon? Pathetic Namjoon? Slutty Namjoon, wearing a slutty shirt that shows your body for everyone to see?"

"Only for you."

Yoongi grinned.

"Only for me?"

"Yes." Namjoon wanted to hide, knew he couldn't. "O-only for you."

"I want to say that's cute," Yoongi looked endeared, just for a second. "But I think you want me to call you desperate."

Namjoon whined, shuddering.

"Desperate, stupid Namjoon."

"Oh, god."

"Yeah?" Yoongi looked like an angel, blonde hair catching the lamplight, eyes sparkling. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes," Namjoon was desperate, felt stupid, a little useless as he stood there and let Yoongi make him into a mess. "It's so nice, hyung."

"What else do you like?"

"When it hurts."

"How much hurt?"

Namjoon gasped, Yoongi's palm pressing hard against where his cock strained his pants.

"N-not too much hurt."

"Okay."

Yoongi squeezed his cock hard as he nipped at his chest, teeth catching fabric and flesh, and Namjoon mewled, loud and unashamed, tears burning in the corner of his scrunched eyes.

"Too much?"

"No," Namjoon was falling apart. "More, please."

"Beg me for it."

"Please, please," Namjoon didn't wanna say the vulgar things he wanted Yoongi to do, felt like he would die if he had to say them. "Please, hyung, p-please--"

"Too embarrassed to say it?"

"I can't--"

"That's okay," Yoongi squeezed his cock once more. "Joon, it's okay."

"Please," he wouldn't stop begging though, not until Yoongi gave him more. "Please."

When Yoongi bit him again, it was firmer, teeth and lips pulling at him from above sheer cloth, sucking hard against a dark nipple. Namjoon felt his eyes roll back, felt precum start to leak.

Felt so good, Yoongi's mouth on him, biting hard, like he was being claimed. Felt so fucking good--

"Been waiting all night to do that," Yoongi growled against his chest, nipping again, small teeth bared. "This fucking shirt, you have no idea."

"Picked it just for you," the words rolled from his wet tongue with ease. "Wanted you to like me."

Yoongi paused, pursing his lips.

"Really?"

"Yeah," it was confession time, Namjoon could feel it had to happen now. "I'm k-kinda in love with you."

"...Really?"

"I'm sorry."

"But, what about Jin?"

Namjoon jerked in horror, eyes wide, looking down at Yoongi with a frown.

"Jin?"

"Yeah, you're always together... You even let him eat your food."

"That's not something I have control over, to be honest. He just... eats it."

"How rude."

"Yes."

Then Namjoon paused, squinting.

"How did you know that?"

It was Yoongi's turn to get flustered.

"I-- maybe have watched you? For a while?"

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Huh."

"You still wanna fuck? We can talk feelings out after?"

"Umm, yes, y-yes please."

"Still want me to be mean? Or, is the mood for that gone?"

"I want," Namjoon couldn't help but pout, worried that Yoongi wouldn't call him names anymore. "Don't stop, please."

Yoongi smiled, eyes creasing, cheeks bunching up cutely.

"Can't believe you didn't notice me all that time, Joon."

Yoongi pressed his palm to Namjoon's cock again, on the wrong side of gentle. Namjoon winced, but groaned, thighs clenching.

"You really are stupid, aren't you?"

Oh, there it is.

"Yes, I'm s-stupid, 'm s-sorry."

"Didn't think you'd be into this though," and Yoongi was backing Namjoon up, pressing him to a cold wall, Namjoon shivering. "Thought you'd wanna throw me around, use those big arms for something useful."

"I can, i-if you want--"

Yoongi scoffed, a harsh glint in his eyes.

"I already told you want I want," Yoongi looked like he was having too much fun, sweet and pretty in his fluffy pastel jumper, doll lips flushed and bitten. "Or don't you remember?"

Namjoon remembered.

"T-the wall, you said--"

"Said what?"

It was so hard to say the words.

"You a-asked me to... f-fuck you against it."

"Say it louder for me."

The humiliation was scary but delicious, and Namjoon felt like maybe he was drooling.

"You want me to fuck y-you against the wall."

"Can you do it?"

"Yes."

Yoongi pondered.

"Can I kiss you?"

Namjoon wanted nothing more.

"Please, please."

Namjoon expected it to be soft, but it was wet and hard and sharp, Yoongi biting at his parted lips with small teeth, still pressing a hand to his cock, licking out whimpers and mewls with a skilled tongue.

He tasted so sweet and it made Namjoon feel greedy, hands coming to Yoongi's waist, so small between his palms.

"So small," Namjoon couldnt help but utter, breathless and panting, chasing the taste of strawberry and lime cider. "You're so small."

"Shut up."

A snap of teeth had Namjoon groaning, a punishment for what he'd said, and Yoongi slammed him against the wall hard, again, Namjoon feeling like a rag doll despite having a head of height on the older man.

It was so nice, to be pushed around like this. A dream come true.