Thread by @kumatokkii

"Why on earth would you think Hoseok was my boyfriend?"

The concept seemed so foreign to Namjoon honestly, the idea of him and Hobi dating.

He loved Hoseok sure, but...

Yoongi frowned at Namjoon's giggling.

"Well, he was always there with you at the bar, I just assumed."

"He was there for support," Namjoon replied, couldn't help but grin at Yoongi's annoyance. "Because I was shy at first, and then I think he liked it, so he came every month for fun."

"Shy," Yoongi deadpanned, legs crossed around the pillow. "Is that why you always glared at me?"

Namjoon did remember that night.

The first night, when Yoongi had appeared for the stage. Namjoon had heard of him but had never seen him, only recognised him as Agust D when he'd taken the mic and wiped the stage with them all.

Yeah, Namjoon had glared.

He'd been jealous.

Jealous because Yoongi had been amazing.

Jealous because Yoongi had the small crowd roaring for him, jealous because Yoongi had been so captivating.

It had been a weird shock because Yoongi was also beautiful, and Namjoon hadn't known how to feel.

So he let it just be envy.

It was easier that way after all.

"I glared at you because I was threatened by you," Namjoon almost struggled to find the words, feeling himself hunch now, ashamed of himself. "You'd rock up, rap like a god, win, and then leave. You never stayed to mingle, and I hated that."

Namjoon sighed, glancing away.

"It was like it was all beneath you, like none of us mattered, like it was just... whatever. I was angry because it meant everything to me, and you didn't seem to share that passion."

Yoongi was biting his lip, looking conflicted.

"I didn't want to leave," Yoongi finally replied, holding the pillow tight. "I wanted to stay, and whatever but... I work night shifts. I... I had to be at work within the hour, after the stage."

Namjoon had never considered that.

"Oh. Shit."

"Yeah. It fucking sucked."

Namjoon planted his face in his hands, and groaned.

"I just thought you were an asshole. I'm so stupid."

"It doesn't matter now," Yoongi murmured, his voice soft, but sad. "Because now we know, right? It only took two years but... now we know."

"I'm so sorry Yoongi."

"It doesn't matter."

"It does."

"Why?"

Namjoon felt so frustrated, wondered if he was gonna cry.

"Because it was so much time wasted, when... when we could have been friends, or e-even more. It was so much anger, and so much envy, for nothing."

Yoongi was quiet, a small smirk tugging at his lips, and Namjoon caught it, squinting.

"Why are you smiling like that?"

Yoongi shrugged.

"I didn't think it was a waste of time, I guess. I... I thought it was kinda fun sometimes, honestly."

Fun?

Namjoon blinked in confusion.

"What was fun?"

The flush that stained Yoongi's cheeks was so pretty, that it almost rendered Namjoon speechless.

"Like... the rival thing. You were so angry, but... you also wanted me. Maybe not how I wanted you, but, like... I knew you wanted to fuck. So it was fun."

Oh.

"That wasn't fun for me," Namjoon whined, trying to fight the way heat flooded through him, neck and ears burning as he blushed.

"You sure? You seemed to really enjoy calling me names on that stage. Bet your dick worked overtime coming up with some of those."

"Oh god, stop."

Yoongi laughed at Namjoon's embarrassment, and then stretched out a leg, prodding Namjoon in the shin, Namjoon trying not to drag his eyes up the pale skin.

"Hey Namjoon," Yoongi asked quietly. "Did you win? When I... stopped going?"

Namjoon shook his head.

"No."

Yoongi's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Why not?"

"Because I didn't go on the stage," Namjoon let the words fall out, surprised at how easy it was to tell Yoongi all his truths. "It didn't feel right without you there, so... I couldn't do it."

Yoongi swallowed loudly.

"And the change room? I told them to give it to you."

"I ran outside and cried in the back alley," Namjoon didn't feel embarrassed admitting it, because it had really broken his heart. "And then I let Hoseok take me home, and I cried there too."

"Namjoon--"

"I didn't cry because of me or because I was worried I'd never see you anymore," Namjoon had to tell Yoongi, because it was important. "I cried because I was scared you had lost your passion, and that it was my fault. I was scared that you would never rap again."

Berfore Yoongi could talk, Namjoon continued, feeling like the weight of the world was lifted from his shoulders.

"Even if you hated me, even if you never wanted anything to do with me again, I couldn't live in a world where you weren't on the stage. It's where you belong."

Yoongi looked lost for words, Namjoon gritying his teeth, trying to hold back his tears.

He didn't expect Yoongi to crawl over though, to take his face in those pretty pale hands, to look into his eyes with understanding and determination, to kiss him softly.

"You belong there too," Yoongi whispered against his lips, kissing him again, so, so softly. "You're the reason I went to that bar, and you're the reason I worked hard. I wanted to impress you. I wanted you to look at me, and see how hard I worked to impress you."

Jungkook's words came back.

Yoongi listens to your music.

He's always been your fan.

Yoongi went to that bar, to compete with Namjoon.

And Namjoon had hated him for it.

"Don't cry," Yoongi wiped away the tears, kissed him again, his voice so soft. "Joon, please don't cry."

"But I was so cruel," Namjoon was trying not to sniffle, was trying not to pull Yoongi closer, was trying so hard not to look pathetic. "I was so awful, for no fucking reason at all."

"And I was cruel too, because we were dumb, and it's okay. It's okay now."

Namjoon let Yoongi kiss him again, let Yoongi climb into his lap and straddle his thighs, and when the kiss broke, he let Yoongi run a hand through his hair, soft, domestic, and wondered if he deserved this.

"You can leave it in the past," Yoongi whispered. "We can start again."

"We can?"

"Of course," Yoongi laughed, smiled, and Namjoon could see pretty gums when Yoongi smiled like that, and it hurt inside his chest. "We can do whatever we want. Whatever I want. Whatever you want. You can tell me what you want, Namjoon, and we can make it happen."

He let himself be at ease now, seeing the happiness in Yoongi's eyes, feeling the sincerity in his words, and his arms came to hold Yoongi, pulling him close, hands warm at Yoongi's clothed waist.

Yoongi was so pretty.

Namjoon asked softly.

"Can... can you call me Namjoonie?"

When Yoongi's thumb skimmed over his cheek, and pressed into the indent of where he knew his dimples were, Namjoon felt his heart skip a beat.

"I thought you didn't like that nickname," Yoongi said, with a giggle to his tone. Namjoon squeezed his waist, Yoongi gasping.

"That's where you're wrong," Namjoon almost growled, nuzzling his face into Yoongi's neck, taking in the fresh scent of soap. "I like it too much. Especially when you say it."

Yoongi laughed, hands back in Namjoon's hair, offering his throat for Namjoon's kisses.

"What else does Namjoonie like?"

It sounded so nice, the affectionate name rolling off Yoongi's tongue in that sleepy drawl, Yoongi in his lap, warm and soft, not a trace of anger between them.

"I like you."

"You like me?"

Namjoon kissed at Yoongi's jaw.

"I love you."

"I love you," Yoongi said, guiding Namjoon back to him, kissing him with a fierceness that Namjoon almost forgot Yoongi possessed. "Namjoonie, I love you so much--"

Between the meeting of their lips, and their breathless gasps, Namjoon could hear the rain.

It was in that moment that Namjoon realised Yoongi was like rain.

That at first, for a long time, he was scared Yoongi was going to drown him, that Yoongi would wash him away, and leave nothing of Namjoon behind

Wash away his music, wash away his efforts.

Wash it all away.

But instead of destruction, Yoongi had helped Namjoon grow.

It had been hard, and sad, the worst experience of Namjoon's life so far-- But Yoongi had helped him grow.

Into a person who could be honest, a person who could fight for what was important.

To grow for love.

"It's raining," Yoongi gasped, arms around Namjoon's neck, pushed backwards into the pillows and the mattress, holding Namjoon for dear life.

"I like the rain," Namjoon replied, kissing Yoongi's swollen lips.

"Me too," Yoongi huffed, holding Namjoon close. "'s nice."

"Maybe it will rain all night."

Yoongi sighed, legs wrapping around Namjoon's waist, kissing him again.

"Maybe it'll rain forever."

"I would like that," Namjoon left his fingers sink into Yoongi's waist, let them trail up his ribs, Yoongi sighing.

"What else would you like?"

"Just this," Namjoon kissed down Yoongi's clavicles, thumbed across pert nipples as Yoongi jerked from the mattress and groaned. "Just you."

"Shit," Yoongi hissed, voice cracking, pulling tight into Namjoon's shirt. "Can... Joonie, c-can we....?"

Yoongi's almost question pulled Namjoon back into the reality that he was hard, and that Yoongi was hard too, his cock pressed up against Namjoon's stomach, small hips flinching from the mattress for friction.

Oh, shit.

Namjoon swallowed loudly.

"Are... are you sure?"

Yoongi whined in the way that Namjoon adored, breathy and needy, slim legs wrapped around Namjoon to keep his close.

"Only if you wanna."

"I wanna," Namjoon hadn't even considered the idea that this could have happened today, even knowing Yoongi was coming to his home. "But..."

"We don't have to," Yoongi sat up quickly, looking worried, like he'd pushed Namjoon too far too soon, cupping Namjoon's face. "I can wait."

"But I wanted our first time to be nicer than my room," Namjoon laughed a little, feeling bad, feeling suddenly shy. "Y'know?"

Yoongi snorted.

"Uh, we've already had our first time."

"I've opted to erase that from my memory."

"Well, I haven't."

Namjoon pouted.

"Also, I like your room. I like it a lot."

Namjoon ducked his face into Yoongi's hands.

"You do?"

"Yes, I do," Namjoon could tell Yoongi wanted to laugh at him, was resisting with all his might from laughing. "I love your room. But it's your room, and if you don't wanna do it here, that's okay. Like I said, we can do whatever we want. Whatever you want."

"Will you be mad if I don't wanna do it?"

"Never."

"And... if I do wanna do it?"

"Then we can do it."

Namjoon pondered a moment, still pouting.

"Are you sure this is fancy enough for you?"

Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"We can always go back to mine if you want."

"... I think here is good."

"I thought you might think that."

When Yoongi spun Namjoon, pressing him into the mattress now, straddling Namjoon's hips, he checked again with a gentle kiss, Namjoon gasping into it softly.

"You sure?"

"Yes," Namjoon replied. "If you're sure."

"I'm sure."

"Okay."

"Namjoonie," Yoongi breathed against his lips, brows pulled in concern, looking so serious. "This is not going to be like last time, unless you're not telling me the truth. If you're not sure, you need to tell me."

It was the words he needed to hear.

That is wasn't gonna be like the first time they'd touched, that Yoongi wasn't going to let it hurt him, and that Namjoon wasn't going to see Yoongi cry, wasn't going to see Yoongi in pain.

It was all he needed to hear, to take control, to grip Yoongi's hips and pull them flush.

"I'm sure," Namjoon growled, and Yoongi grinned at this, letting his lashes flutter, rolling his slim hips, spreading his bare thighs wider.

"Then give it to me."

Namjoon kissed Yoongi with everything he had.

Tongue and slick lips, deep groans, Yoongi mewling in his arms.

"You're so pretty," Namjoon could voice all these compliments now, now that Yoongi wasn't his rival, now that Yoongi wouldn't make fun of him for it, Yoongi pulling back to catch his breath, his cock tenting Namjoon's borrowed shirt. "So, so pretty."

"Even without the lingerie? Without the lace?"

"That was just a bonus."

"Mm."

Namjoon choked on his words as Yoongi's hand drifted downwards, stroking at his dick, licking his doll lips, gleaming in the light from Namjoon's bedside lamp.

"I guess I gotta wear them again for you sometime then," Yoongi kissed at Namjoon's parted lips, trailing down to suck a dark mark beneath Namjoon's jaw. "What colours do you like?"

Namjoon didn't even remember his own name right now, Yoongi pretty in his lap, touching his cock.

"Uh," Namjoon tried though, screwing his eyes shut, trying hard not to buck himself into Yoongi's warm hand. "I dunno, you look nice in pastels--"

"Maybe we can shop together," Yoongi kissed down his throat, blooming red in his wake. "You can pick something out for me."

That was too much to think about right now.

Namjoon needed Yoongi to stop talking, before he came in Yoongi's hand.

Yoongi let out a startled whine as Namjoon flipped him again, back into the sheets, kissing him hard, ripping Yoongi's briefs down pale thighs.

"No more dirty talk," Namjoon pleaded against Yoongi's lips. "I wanna make love."

"Gross."

"Shut up Yoongi."

Yoongi's laugher was cut short by Namjoon's hand wrapping around his cock, Namjoon finally seeing it properly for the first time, cute and pink and leaking.

A few jerks already had Yoongi reduced to a whining mess, Namjoon remembering how sensitive he was, remembering how cute he was, shoving Yoongi's shirt up to his armpits to suck at his cute nipples. Shuddering thighs clenched around his hips, and Yoongi was wriggling, begging.

"Lube," Yoongi's voice was ruined so quickly, and Namjoon loved it so much. "God, lube, Namjoonie, p-please--"

Namjoon wanted their foreplay to last forever, but he knew tonight at least, that that was an impossible wish.

They'd waited so long for each other.

Too long.

When Namjoon reached for it from his bedside drawer, he hissed when Yoongi tried to snatch it away.

"I don't think so."

"Why?" Yoongi sounded offended, gasping, brows furrowed.

"Because you did a shit job last time, and I'm not letting it happen again."

Yoongi pouted.

"It wasn't that bad."

"It was pretty bad."

Yoongi decided not to argue.

"... FINE, just... h-hurry, I want it--"

Namjoon wasn't sure he was gonna make it through fingering Yoongi open, if he was honest.

Thighs spread wide, shirt rucked up to his chest-- he looked unreal.

Fluffy blonde hair flared out across Namjoon's pillows, cheeks and chest and cock pink, everything quivering, tense, waiting for Namjoon's touch.

Namjoon never thought he'd be able to have Yoongi like this, never thought Yoongi would be his.

If he wasn't about to finger him open, Namjoon thought he probably would have cried.

He was gentle though, so gentle, kissing at Yoongi's soft tummy as he stroked at Yoongi's hole, Yoongi making pretty sounds, whines and deep gasps, hips jumping from the sheets.

And then he was inside Yoongi, Yoongi gasping and gasping, rocking himself down on Namjoon's hand, asking with shaky words for kisses.

Another finger slipped inside as Namjoon felt Yoongi's lips fall wide against his own, as he licked into Yoongi's mouth, as Yoongi fell apart.

When he was three knuckles deep, Yoongi had tears glimmering in his long lashes, arms pulled tight around Namjoon's neck, kissing sloppily but sweetly, asking for more and more and more.

"Namjoonie, please," Yoongi was so pretty, so perfect, Namjoon so in love. "P-please--"

"I don't want to hurt you again."

"You won't," Yoongi begged, nails sinking into Namjoon's shoulders from over his shirt, arching up into Namjoon's chest. "I'm ready, I promise, I p-promise--"

Yoongi whined loudly when he pulled away to lube himself up, to kick away his pants and tear away his shirt, Yoongi pulling back down fast, kissing him hard and desperately, like it was the only thing he wanted.

When he pushed himself into Yoongi, he grit his teeth with a groan.

"Don't," he mumbled to Yoongi, against kiss-swollen lips, as Yoongi tried to wriggle himself deeper onto Namjoon's cock. "I'll cum if you do that--"

"Virgin," Yoongi half laughed, half whined, trying to hard to force every inch of Namjoon inside.

"Yoongi, s-shut up--"

"Doesn't matter if you do, I don't c-care," Yoongi didn't stop his wriggling, Namjoon gasping, toes curling, desperately trying to focus on something that wasn't Yoongi's tight ass clenching around him. "Just wanna feel you--"

Namjoon survived it, as Yoongi took it all happily.

"Big," Yoongi murmured, clinging to Namjoon, purring happily, wriggling his hips as Namjoon growled. "Forgot how big--"

Namjoon was struggling to catch his breath.

"Y'know... you're the first person to ever deepthroat me."

Yoongi laughed.

"Well, that explains a lot."

"Don't bully me when I'm balls deep."

"Sorry. Can you move yet?"

"Mm," Namjoon didn't want this over so soon, but his cock was twitching, and it took all his willpower to keep his hips from slamming down into Yoongi as hard as possible. "Soon."

Yoongi pouted.

"Now. Please?"

Namjoon sighed, took a deep breath, and then sighed again.

"Alright."

He was slow with his thrusts through, and kissed Yoongi before the smaller man could complain about it, kissing him gently, hands on his waist, holding him still to rock into.

Yoongi was mewling.

"Joonie," Yoongi was a breathless mess, becoming more so as Namjoon started to pick up the pace. "Namjoonie, Joonie, J-Joonie--"

Now it felt like love-making, with Yoongi calling for him, with Yoongi holding him close, with Yoongi taking him by the face to kiss.

It felt like love-making because Yoongi was touching Namjoon's dimples, was brushing the hair from his eyes, was staring at Namjoon with adoration, and Namjoon could barely handle it.

"I love you," he wanted to say it as many times as he could, reaching between Yoongi's legs, palming his wet cock, Yoongi huffing out a groan, everything going tense beneath Namjoon's touch. "I love you."

"Love you," Yoongi's head was falling back into the cushions, overwhelmed, lips parted, small teeth gleaming in the lamp light. "Ah, fuck, love--"

Yoongi came like that, Namjoonie on his lips, panting wildly as it splattered between their chests, Namjoon chasing pleasure too.

Legs wrapped tight around his waist, keeping him deep, and then Namjoon was coming too, breathing into the crook of Yoongi's neck, pressing wet kisses there to stop himself from groaning too loudly, Yoongi shaking beneath him, not letting him go.

It was still raining outside.

Namjoon went to get a towel to clean up when he finally caught his breath, but Yoongi shook his head.

"Lay with me, just for a bit longer."

"Okay."

Yoongi curled into his chest, so small like this, so pale and beautiful, and Namjoon kissed his dark roots, Yoongi smiling.

"This is nice."

Namjoon smiled back, took Yoongi's hands to his lips, and kissed them too.

"This is the nicest day I've ever had."

"Me too," Yoongi sounded to sleepy now, looked so tired. "I mean, apart from getting fired."

"They didn't deserve you anyways."

"Yeah."

"Do you wanna stay with me a while longer?"

Yoongi looked at Namjoon with impossibly wide eyes.

"Only if you want me here."

"Of course I do."

"Okay."

Yoongi was asleep within moments, so Namjoon cleaned him gently, tucked him beneath the covers, and made his way to his desk.

Namjoon fished out his notebook, the one with his list, his list of 10 Tiny Things, and scribbled down something new.

1. Pancakes

2. The freckle on Yoongi's cheek.

3. Rain

It was still raining, when Namjoon crawled back into bed, still raining when Yoongi wriggled closer.

It was raining when Yoongi curled into his chest and mumbled nonsense in his sleep, and it was raining when Namjoon closed his eyes.

The rain had stopped when Namjoon woke up though, the sun shining through the window, casting everything in gold.

But something was wrong.

Yoongi.

Yoongi was gone.

Namjoon was confused for a second, squinting in the sunlight, barely awake, seeing the indent of where Yoongi had been on the pillow beside him.

He called out for Yoongi loudly, wondering if he was in the kitchen, the bathroom, anywhere inside the small flat.

No reply.

And then, panic seized him.

Oh god.

Did Yoongi run again??

Fuck, did Yoongi leave??

But there was something on his bedside table, and Namjoon sat up to look at it, panic ebbing away instantly, tears coming to his eyes as his heart thrummed inside his chest.

Oh.

Yoongi.

It took everything within Namjoon not to burst into tears, not to sob like a child, over the tiny note Yoongi had left.

A written reminder, the words there so plain to see in black pen on ruled lines

I love you.

Love you.

Be back soon, because I love you.

It had stunned him, frozen in his messed sheets, holding the paper and staring at it, like it couldn't possibly be real. The sun was streaming through his sheer curtains, making everything bright and brilliant, like a dream, too good to be true.

Namjoon's phone buzzed.

Oh fuck.

Missed calls from Hoseok, and about a billion texts.

It must have been set on silent by accident.

Shit.

When Namjoon called, he pulled the sheets up over his bare chest, like he was embarrassed. Hoseok answered almost immediately.

"NAMJOON I'VE BEEN SO WORRIED ARE YOU OKAY!?"

"I'm okay, I'm so sorry, my phone was on silent!"

"Jesus, I nearly came around with an axe to beat down your fucking door."

"I'm really glad you didn't, I can't afford a new door."

"I'd pay for it, of course."

"Of course."

Hoseok cleared his throat.

"Are you okay, though?"

The yesterday with Yoongi, in the McDonalds felt so long ago.

"I'm okay. I... I found Yoongi. And we're okay."

"Like... you got to talk?"

Namjoon swallowed loudly.

"Yeah. So, it's all alright now. Except Yoongi lost his job."

"What??"

"But it's okay!"

"What happened? Like..." Hoseok paused, sighing loudly, sounding tired, like he'd been up late. "Why was he there? And fired? What?"

"It's a long story, but I'll tell you later."

"What, you too busy to tell me now?"

Namjoon could hear footsteps on the stairs up to his flat.

"Umm, k-kinda."

Hoseok paused again.

"Oh my god, is he with you right now?"

Namjoon could hear the footsteps getting closer, making their way towards his door.

"K-kinda."

"Alright, by then, I love you Joonie," Hoseok mumbled, like he was rolling his eyes. "Call me later when you're not... yknow."

"Will do."

Hoseok hung up, Namjoon put his phone aside with the note, and when he heard the rattle of keys, watched the door open, his breath hitched.

Yoongi stepped inside, Namjoon's keys in one hand, shopping bag in the other, and Namjoon wanted to kiss him.

Wanted to kiss him until neither of them could breathe.

It was cruel, how Yoongi looked, in Namjoon's giant hoodie, the hem hanging to his knees. It was cruel.

So small, so pretty, too perfect for this world.

Yoongi made a surprised noise, when Namjoon tore away the bedsheets, when Namjoon made his way to Yoongi fast and kissed him hard, cupping his face, tasting like sleep and sunshine, Yoongi gasping against his lips.

"Joon," Yoongi managed to get his words in, the keys rattling in his hands still, smiling against Namjoon's mouth. "Gotta put the groceries away--"

"Put em on the floor," Namjoon groaned, brushing his nose against Yoongi's, whining like he was being neglected. "Wanna kiss you--"

"But I got the expensive maple syrup," Yoongi huffed, pulling his arm around Namjoon's back, the cold metal of the keys burning against Namjoon's bare skin. "The glass bottle kind."

"Put it on the floor gently?"

Yoongi laughed.

"Okay."

Yoongi looked tired but happy, soft dark circles under his eyes, his blonde hair a frizzy mess, and Namjoon loved him like this, his domestic Min Yoongi.

He loved Yoongi in every shade that Yoongi came in, pastels or shadows or coloured in Namjoon's giant clothes.

He loved him.

As soon as the bag touched the carpet, and the keys were tossed aside by an eager Namjoon, Yoongi was being lifted up against the door, those slender legs wrapping around Namjoon's waist, slim arms wrapping around his neck, doll lips parting to let Namjoon taste.

This wasn't like last night, where their kisses and their touches held traces from the first time, tinged with slight nerves and fear of making mistakes again, being gentle and soft and sweet.

This was like the times in the bar, in the back rooms, fierce, hot, aggressive.

Namjoon growled when Yoongi bit at his lower lip, and Yoongi giggled, flushed from the kisses, lashes fluttering, mouth wet and swollen.

"Namjoonie, did you miss me or something?"

Namjoon squeezed at Yoongi's ass, and Yoongi sighed so perfectly.

"Maybe."

"I wanted to cook for you," Yoongi huffed against him, running a hand through Namjoon's bed messed hair. "Since you have a working kitchen. I'm pretty good."

"You said pancakes," Namjoon kissed at his throat, Yoongi tilting his head back against the door. "On your note."

"Yeah, saw your list, when I was looking for your keys. Don't be mad."

"I'm not."

Yoongi smiled softly, and let Namjoon suck red down to his collarbones, exposed from where the giant hoodie was starting to unzip.

"You're making me pancakes."

"I am. Will. After."

"After?"

"After you fuck me. Then, pancakes."

Namjoon groaned.

Sounded like heaven.

It was so easy to carry Yoongi to the bed, to topple down into his sheets with Yoongi pressed beneath him, unzipping Yoongi from his clothes, seeing the remains of last nights lovemaking on his skin.

The sun was making Yoongi look ethereal.

"Take these off," Yoongi was panting, and Namjoon loved how fast the smaller man got overwhelmed and needy, love quickly he showed his desperation as he tugged at Namjoon's briefs. "Joonie--"

Namjoon kissed him, and slipped them away.

Yoongi was wriggling out of his pants, nothing on underneath, and it was hot, knowing Yoongi had gone outside without underwear on, Namjoon's mouth watering at the sight of Yoongi's pretty cock, pink and hard between his pale thighs.

It was time to get some payback.

Yoongi let out a strangled gasp as Namjoon held him by the hips against the mattress and swallowed down his cute length in one motion. It wasn't as impressive as when Yoongi had done it, Yoongi smaller, easier to take into his throat entirely.

Yoongi sobbed, writhing.

"Fuck," Yoongi's hands were in Namjoon's hair, fingers gripping tight, hips bumping up from the mattress on instinct. "Namjoon, jesus christ--"

"Maybe I'll time you," Namjoon said with a grin as he pulled away, lips wet, quirking a brow. "See how long you last. Rap about it."

"Don't be mean," Yoongi whined like he was in pain, flushed pink all over, hair set ablaze by the morning light. "That was in self defense."

Namjoon scoffed, and squeezed at Yoongi's balls as Yoongi mewled.

"I dunno, didn't really seem like self defense in my opinion."

"Well, it was."

"You spat in my hand."

Yoongi grinned.

"I wanted to see how you'd react."

Namjoon briefly recalled how his brain had just shutdown from it, and wondered if that was the reaction Yoongi wanted.

"It was gross."

"I thought it was hot."

Namjoon sighed.

"It was hot. I think I jerked off over it."

"That's weird."

"Yep."

Namjoon took Yoongi back into his mouth as Yoongi groaned, worked his tongue against the underside of Yoongi's cock, and slipped his fingers between creamy thighs, teasing at Yoongi's hole.

"I will cum," Yoongi mumbled, urgency in his tone. "In your mouth, if you do that."

"'s fine."

"You won't be able to taste your pancakes properly."

Namjoon pulled away, spit strung from his lips to the head of Yoongi's wet dick.

"Oh god, you're right."

"Get the lube."

When Yoongi turned over, Namjoon swore he could have come on the spot.

His ass was so perky and smooth, and the light was casting it all in shadow, every curve, the dip of his spine, the dimples on his lower back, and Namjoon wanted to bite it all.

He settled for a gentle slap.

Yoongi purred like a kitten, and glanced over his shoulder, looking so pretty and coy, making Namjoon feel breathless.

"You can go harder if you want."

God.

Namjoon swallowed loudly.

"Don't say things like that, I'm barely holding on."

Yoongi giggled.

"Poor Namjoonie."

That warranted a slap.

Yoongi gasped from it, and then squirmed when Namjoon squeezed lube into the crease of his ass, straddling his thighs, pressing his fingers into the wetness as Yoongi quickly fell apart beneath him.

"Poor Yoongi," Namjoon teased.

"I'll burn your pancakes," Yoongi huffed, arching himself into Namjoon's touch. "If you keep teasing."

"Whatever."

Yoongi was still stretched from last night, able to take three fingers with ease, and when Namjoon felt content with that, he aligned himself, and pushed inside.

He wasn't going to last as long as he had last night, he knew that, but neither was Yoongi, if the sounds he was making was anything to go by.

Fucking Yoongi from behind was easier too, Yoongi so small and light, Namjoon's hands pulling him back by the hips hard, Yoongi sobbing.

"Ah," Yoongi was groaning, hands pulling into the bedsheets, splayed out so pretty for Namjoon in the sunlight. "Yes--"

Namjoon kept his pace, harsh and fast but even with his thrusts, trailing a hand around to stroke Yoongi between the legs, precum spilling through his fingers.

"Joonie," Yoongi called for him, desperate and whiny, like it was the only thing he needed. "Namjoonie, yes--"

Yoongi came.

Namjoon wished he had timed it.

It was too late to think about that as he felt his own orgasm approaching too though, pressing Yoongi down, groaning.

It wasn't a violent orgasm, the kind that left Namjoon speechless, but it was a comfortable one, one where he didn't feel rushed and nervous, smashing his hips into Yoongi's ass as he kissed down the ridges of Yoongi's curved spine.

Yoongi was still purring with content.

"Come here," he said, Namjoon slipping out of him, laying on his side, tired and pretty, everything stained with pink. "I wanna kiss you more."

Namjoon lay with Yoongi, side-by-side, warm in the light, kissing gently.

Like real lovers.

Like boyfriends.

Namjoon's toes curled.

"Love you," Namjoon mumbled, content and sleepy, a hand on Yoongi's hip, moving down to squeeze the softness of his ass. "You should stay another night. Or many."

Yoongi smiled, eyes closed, humming against Namjoon's lips.

"You just want pancakes every day."

"Maybe. Or maybe not."

He wanted to wake up to Yoongi's kisses, every day, forever and ever.

"You're so cute, Namjoon. I love you."

"Love you."

"Love youuu."

Pancakes could wait a little longer.

It wasn't hard to fall back asleep, with the sun warm and Yoongi's naked body against Namjoon's even warmer, lulling him away without realising it, waking up to the smell of cooking, the smell of coffee and bacon and something sweet.

Namjoon had drooled on his pillow.

He could hear humming coming from the small kitchen in his flat, soft and happy, mingling with the sounds things sizzling on his stove top, and knowing it was Yoongi, Yoongi making happy noises, Yoongi up, awake and cooking for him made Namjoon's heart feel too big for his chest.

The sunlight wasn't so strong anymore, but the room was still toasty, and Namjoon laid there and listened to Yoongi for as long as he could bear it, listening to Yoongi sing and chatter, mumbling to the frying pan, stirring a spoon in a mug with a "you better taste nice for him."

Namjoon pulled his legs over the edge, pulled on his discarded socks and boxers, wondered if he looked a mess before deciding he didnt care, wandering into the small kitchen to greet his love.

He was met with bare thighs, his favourite sleep shirt, koala slippers. Yoongi hummed.

It was like Yoongi knew he was there, not flinching when Namjoon came to stand behind him, to wrap arms around Yoongi's chest and nuzzle his face into Yoongi's neck with a small groan.

"You can go back to bed," Yoongi murmured, stirring the coffee. "I'll wake you for it soon."

"No," Namjoon mumbled back, taking in the scent of Yoongi, inhaling deeply, his stomach starting to growl. "I wanna stay."

"Okay. What do you like on your pancakes?"

Pancakes.

Namjoon squeezed Yoongi tighter.

"I'll like anything you put on them."

Yoongi giggled.

"Alright."

Namjoon held onto Yoongi like an oversized koala in a very tiny tree, taking each step with Yoongi wherever Yoongi needed to go, moving his arms to Yoongi's waist to let him remain as mobile as possible. Yoongi didn't seem to mind.

"Wanna get me some plates?"

Namjoon groaned.

"'s ready?"

"Yep, just gotta dish it up."

"I'm so excited."

"You better be," Yoongi was turning in his arms, spatula in hand. "Expensive maple syrup."

"I'll drink it from the bottle."

"You'll die, Namjoonie."

"Mm."

Namjoon retrieved the plates and then Yoongi was ushering him from the kitchen, telling him to go sit somewhere, that all the food together was a surprise. There wasn't really anywhere to sit, so Namjoon hurriedly cleared his desk, put his laptop aside, pulling it to the bed.

Yoongi appeared with two mugs first, surprised.

"Oh, a table."

"Where did you think we were gonna sit?"

Yoongi shrugged, his hair a fluffy mess, placing the mugs on the desktop.

"I dunno. The floor?"

"Eww."

"I guess."

There was cream and marshmallows in the mug. Yum.

Yoongi reappeared like a waiter at a fancy restuarant, balancing plates and bowls on both his arms, laying them out with an ease that had Namjoon feeling awed.

The pancakes looked incredible.

"What are these?"

"Pancakes?"

Namjoon poked one.

"They're so... big?"

"Big pancakes for my big boy."

Namjoon choked on his spit as Yoongi laughed.

"They're Japanese pancakes," Yoongi continued to explain, placing down a plate of crispy bacon, a bowl of bananas and berries, glass bottle maple syrup. "Like, super fluffy ones. You'll like them."

Namjoon didn't even know where to start, so he watched Yoongi load up his pancakes first, berries on one side, bananas on the other, eating a piece of bacon on its own, drowning everything in syrup.

Namjoon copied him, and then Yoongi pointed at his mug.

"Uhh, I'm not sure if your drink will be nice, I kinda mixed in a tonne of shit. I'm not sure how you like your coffee, so..."

Now he had to like it, no matter what.

He didn't even mixed in the cream, just swallowed back as much as possible, feeling the cream stick to his nose.

Delicious.

What the fuck.

"What did you put in this??" Namjoon was drooling again, the warm drink sitting in his tummy, leaving behind an aftertaste of coffee, balanced out with a sharp hint of salted caramel. "Jesus Christ, this is amazing."

Yoongi looked so pleased.

"Really?"

"Yes," Namjoon felt euphoric, closing his eyes, wondering if this was heaven. "Wow."

Yoongi rattled it off, the mixing of different coffees he'd found in Namjoon's cupboards, the caramel flavouring that had been on sale at the store.

Namjoon had a thought.

But he decided to bring it up after eating.

Yoongi was a cute eater, Namjoon had decided, swallowing down his own delicious fluffy pancakes, eyes trained on the smaller rapper. Yoongi's cheeks puffed out, his lips got all shiny and pouty, and Namjoon wanted to coo.

"'s good?" Yoongi asked, like he was nervous.

"The best," Namjoon wondered if he still had cream on his face, if there was syrup on his mouth. "I'll have to keep you forever."

"Oh?"

"You heard me."

Yoongi's eyes creased, mouth full.

"You're weird, Namjoonie."

"Mm."

When everything was demolished, all pancakes long gone, all fruit and bacon and syrup swallowed away, Namjoon was so full, bloated but happily so, laying back into the mattress, hands over his swollen tummy. Yoongi joined him, rubbing his tummy too.

"I think I made too much."

"Nah."

"We're going to explode."

"Worth it though."

Yoongi curled up to Namjoon's side, tilted his face up, doll lips pouty.

"Was it really tasty? It's been a long time since I could cook, so, you don't have to lie if it was bad."

Namjoon kissed Yoongi softly.

"Don't be dumb," Namjoon teased, whispering it against Yoongi's mouth. "Don't say dumb things."

"You're dumb," Yoongi teased back, eyelashed fluttering to kiss at his cheeks, wriggling closer to Namjoon, bare thighs brushing against his own. "Dumb Namjoonie."

"Shh."

"You shh."

Yoongi kissed him back, kissed him with a little more intention, and Namjoon gasped into it, arms coming to pull Yoongi closer, Yoongi groaning loudly.

"I wanna do it again," Yoongi whined, wriggling in his arms. "But I ate too much. I'll pop if anything else goes in me."

"Eww," Namjoon wrinkled his nose. "Why would you say that."

"Because it's true!"

"Still, eww."

Yoongi laughed, curling into Namjoon's side.

"Might have to food coma today. Unless you have things to do?"

"Nope," Namjoon mumbled. "I'm off work at the moment. So, super free."

"Ooh," Yoongi purred, closing his eyes. "I don't think I ever asked what you did for work."

"To be fair, there wasn't really any chances for us to ask each other things."

"True."

Namjoon decided to bring up his idea now, before it was lost forever.

"I work in a cafe," Namjoon spoke, softly, running his thumb up the length of Yoongi's soft arm. "In the back, doing food prep and dishes and stuff. My cousin in the manager of the chain for the cafes, so she gave me the job."

"Ah, that sounds nice."

"It's good," Namjoon replied. "That's how I met Hoseok. He works in one of the other cafes in the same chain, in a different part of town. I bet I could get you some work in one, if you wanted? Put in a good word?"

When Yoongi opened his eyes, tears glittered on his waterlines.

"You'd really do that? Are you sure?"

"Of course. I know they need another barista in Hoseok's cafe, and... that drink you made me was REALLY fucking good. I think you'd really suit it. And the aprons are cute."

Yoongi smirked a little.

"Aprons huh?"

Namjoon flushed a bit, as Yoongi teased.

"You sure do like your outfits, don't you? Are the aprons lacey too?"

Namjoon slammed his eyes shut.

Naked Yoongi in a lacey white apron.

Cooking pancakes for him.

His body tried to react, but he was too full.

Damn it.

"The aprons aren't lacey."

"Shame," Yoongi purred, rubbing his thighs to Namjoon's. "I have a feeling you'd like that."

"Don't tease me."

"It's too easy though."

Then Yoongi was looking a little weird again, eyes narrowed, watching Namjoon.

"Would it be okay, me working with Hoseok? I don't think he likes me."

"Hobi is a really great person," Namjoon promised, cupping Yoongi's face. "Once we go and see them, and explain it all and stuff, he won't be so... cold?"

Yoongi froze a little.

"Them?"

Oh, right.

Yoongi still needed to contact Seokjin.

Shit.

Shit.

Yoongi looked terrified.

"You need to call Jin hyung," Namjoon said it softly, gently, tried to be reassuring and calm, even though his heart had started to race. "He's been so worried. They all have. WE all have. Even Hobi."

Yoongi still looked terrified.

"Yoongi," Namjoon had to be strong here, had to convince Yoongi it was the right thing to do. "You have to."

Yoongi winced.

"I know," he mumbled, under his breath, tucking himself into Namjoon's bare chest. "I know. They're.... they're gonna be so angry with me."

It broke Namjoon's heart to see Yoongi sad again, so he cooed and ran a hand through his hair, showering his face with small kisses.

"They love you," Namjoon said, over and over. "They love you so much, and they'll be so happy to know you're alright. They love you."

"We've always been together," Yoongi whispered. "I was so good at keeping all THIS from them... What if they hate me? What if they... don't like this part of me?"

The divide between Yoongi's worlds was crumbling again, and Namjoon had to say it would be okay.

Don't be scared.

"You are you, no matter what," Namjoon managed to reply, Yoongi looking nervous. "And they'll love you regardless."

"But the rapping is so weird," Yoongi tried to argue, brows furrowing. "They might not understand it."

"That's okay," Namjoon replied. "They don't have to understanding the rapping to understand you. There's a big difference."

"I guess..."

"And I know for a fact that Jungkook thinks its cool, so, that's one person at least!"

Yoongi paused again.

Oops.

"Jungkook? What?"

Namjoon grinned sheepishly.

Yoongi jolted upright on the bed.

"Wait, how the fuck does Jungkook know??"

Shit.

"Uhhh," Namjoon wasn't sure how to explain. "He... asked me if I was RM? And I guess he found out about you from that?"

Yoongi's eyes were wide.

"... did you guys... talk much...?"

Oh.

OH.

Namjoon grinned, a hand coming to Yoongi's ankle, dragging him closer.

"You mean, did Jungkook tell me that you're actually my biggest fan, and locked yourself away in Seokjin's bathroom to listen to my music when it dropped?"

Namjoon didn't think it was possible to see Yoongi go so pink.

But it was, apparently.

"That little shit! I'm gonna drown him in the pool!"

The embarrassment was obvious in every limb, like Yoongi was cringing hard, body and soul.

Namjoon sat and scooped him within his arms.

"My biggest fan," Namjoon teased, holding a writhing Yoongi tight. "I'm so flattered, AgustD."

"You shut the fuck up. This is so humiliating. Fucking Jungkook, I'm gonna murder him."

"He's kinda tank, I dunno if you'd win."

Yoongi growled.

"My wrath has no boundaries."

"Well, you can fight him for that, and he can knock you out for ignoring them for weeks, I guess."

Yoongi whined.

"God, I'm such an asshole. It really has been weeks."

"Yep. It's been a long time."

"I suck."

"Only a little."

Yoongi whined louder.

"Jin's gonna kill me."

"You wanna call him soon?"

Yoongi pouted, and he looked so cute.

"I guess I should. But I turned my phone off and put it under my mattress back home, so I'd have to go get it."

"That place is NOT your home," Namjoon wrinkled his nose. "We can just call Hobi."

"Hoseok haaaates me."

"Hoseok doesn't have the capacity for hate in his tiny body," Namjoon rolled his eyes. "He doesn't hate you."

Yoongi scoffed.

"I'm tinier than Hoseok, and I can store a lot of hate."

"Are you being jealous again?"

"No.... maybe."

"Hmm."

"His mouth is literally shaped like a love heart," Yoongi frowned, pouty and cute once again. "He's pretty and he's outgoing. It's hard not to be jealous of someone like that."

"You're being a dumbass."

"I want a love heart mouth."

"Shh. Let's just call, yeah?"

"Fineeee."

Hoseok picked up quickly.

"Joonie? You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. Hey... are you with Seokjin right now, by any chance?"

Hoseok sounded a little breathless.

Ah, no.

"He's over, y-yeah, why?"

Oops.

Yoongi's nose wrinkled, hearing the conversation while in Namjoon's lap.

"Oh, you're home?"

"Yeah, did you wanna come around?"

That might work.

Yoongi was chewing his lip nervously.

"Is that okay? I'm... I'm with Yoongi, so I thought--"

"Oh my god, yes, come over, like, whenever you want. We'll be home all day."

Baby no, Namjoon could hear Seokjin in the background, could hear Hoseok trying not to make noise. We had plans, I was gonna tie you up and--

"OKAY, BYE," Namjoon hung up immediately, screwing his eyes shut, tossing his phone across the bed like it was contaminated.

Yoongi tilted his head, questioning.

Namjoon needed brain bleach immediately.

"So, we're gonna go to Hoseok's flat. Seokjin's... there. But, we're gonna give it like an hour, just to be safe."

"Eww, did we interrupt them?"

"Yep."

"EW."

"YEP."

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