Thread by @kumatokkii

Namjoon decided the time spent waiting for Hoseok and Seokjin to get decent could be spent cleaning, tidying up his desk, doing the dishes as Yoongi protested weakly.

"I should help--"

"You cooked, you automatically get excluded from cleaning when you cook."

"..Fine."

Yoongi showered while Namjoon dried and put away the dishes, emerging from the tiny bathroom like he'd had the night before with sweet smelling hair, still damp, Namjoon wishing they could just stay in bed all day instead, wishing they didn't have to leave.

But it was important.

"Can I borrow something to wear?"

"Anything you like."

"Can I borrow this?"

Yoongi was pulling a dark jumper from Namjoon's small wardrobe, Namjoon turning to look.

It was something he'd worn on stage, a few times, going up against Yoongi, his good luck jumper that never won.

"I always liked this jumper," Yoongi said, his voice soft.

So did Namjoon.

"You can have it, if you like it. I... don't really wear it much anyways. You'll look better in it."

Yoongi blinked at Namjoon from behind where he was holding the jumper to his chest.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," Namjoon made his way over, cupped Yoongi's face in his hands, kissed the tip of his pink nose. "That would make me really happy."

"Okay," Yoongi smiled, scrunched eyes, giggling, pink gums on display. "I'll keep it then."

It was huge on him, but Yoongi looked so cute.

Now that they were ready, Yoongi was quickly devolving into an anxious wreck, like he suddenly realised where they were going, what they were doing, suddenly realised he was going to have to explain everything to Seokjin, Namjoon starting to feel nervous too.

He knew in his heart that it was going to be okay, that Seokjin would accept Yoongi as he was and would just be happy that he was safe and sound--

But there was another thought too, a thought that scared Namjoon, that gave him the same fears Yoongi had.

That maybe Seokjin wouldn't understand.

That maybe Seokjin wouldn't get it, that he would be angry, or disgusted, by what it was that Yoongi did and had to do to avoid relying on an income that didn't belong to him.

Maybe Seokjin would call Yoongi horrible things.

Namjoon would kill him, if he dared.

But then what would that mean for Hoseok? Would Hoseok stick by Namjoon, or would he side with Seokjin, if it really came down to it?

That's not gonna happen, Namjoon thought, feeling Yoongi link their fingers, leaving the flat. It's not.

It's gonna be alright.

Namjoon didn't want to catch a bus so he ordered a taxi, gesturing Yoongi inside when it arrived, giving the address, texting Hoseok they'd be there soon.

Yoongi was as pale as the moon, picking the skin around his nails, staring out the window.

Namjoon rubbed at his knee, Yoongi giving him a weak smile in return.

It's okay, Namjoon tried to use telepathy, tried to ease Yoongi's shaking. It's okay, we're doing this together and no matter what, I'll stay by your side.

Yoongi sighed lightly, as if he knew.

The sight of Hoseok's flat at the top of the stairs was giving Namjoon relief though, giving him that feeling he always got when approaching, the feeling of warmth and of home, of hugs and food and safety, and he hoped Yoongi would feel it too.

Namjoon knocked on the door.

Hoseok answered it with a gentle smile, and Namjoon knew it was all gonna be alright.

"Hi Joonie, hello Yoongi, please come in."

"H-hi," Yoongi stuttered, peeking out from behind Namjoon like a shy child. "Thanks--"

They toed off their shoes at the door, and stepped inside, Hoseok leading them into the lounge room, the room that Namjoon knew well, the television muted with their presence, Seokjin sitting on the couch, coming to stand quickly.

Yoongi looked terrified.

When Seokjin stormed towards Yoongi, Namjoon almost intervened, but Hoseok was holding him back by the hand, as if to tell him no.

When Seokjin pulled Yoongi from the floor and into his arms, hugging him tight, Yoongi started to cry.

Namjoon wanted to cry too.

"I'm s-sorry hyung," Yoongi was saying, over and over, Seokjin cooing, cradling him close. "I'm s-sorry--"

It was the honorofic that broke Namjoon, the soft 'hyung', Namjoon turning his head, to wipe away a stray tear, noticing Hoseok was starting to cry too.

"Let's go," Hoseok whispered, tugging on Namjoon's hand. "He'll be alright."

Namjoon knew Yoongi would be alright.

Hoseok took him into the bedroom, Hoseok's bedroom that smelled like fresh sheets and lavendar, and they sat on the bed edge in silence, trying to stop the tears.

Hoseok was the first to speak.

"Are you alright?"

Namjoon inhaled, exhaled, wiped at his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm fine... are you?"

"Fine," Hoseok laughed a little, wiping the tears from his cheeks. "I'm just glad you guys are here. I'm glad Yoongi and Seokjin can finally talk."

"Me too."

Namjoon explained it all to Hoseok, as Yoongi no doubt explained it all to Seokjin.

About the money, about his hard work, about the rapping, working at McDonalds, about the tragic state of where he lived.

Hoseok listened on attentively, eyes wide the whole time.

About how Yoongi left the bar, because he had to work.

About how Yoongi liked Namjoon's music, and had wanted to reach out, to be friends, to maybe be more.

About how Namjoon had turned all that down without knowing, and about how they were okay now.

That they had love, so it was okay.

Hoseok looked so happy, so relieved, even though tears sat on his waterlines, ready to spill at any given moment.

"You're an idiot," was all Hoseok managed to get out eventually, Namjoon nodding, agreeing. "Silly, jealous Namjoonie."

By the time Seokjin came to get them, knocking on the door, poking his head in with swollen eyes but a soft smile, Namjoon felt a world of relief lift from his shoulders.

"Sorry for making you guys wait, there was a lot to talk about."

"Is Yoongi okay?" Namjoon had to ask.

"Little guy cried himself to sleep on the couch," Jin said, that familiar grin coming back to his face. "He's all good though. Just tired. I think it's been an emotional couple of day for him -- I've never seen him cry before. It really broke my heart to be honest."

Seokjin sat with them to talk it out too, explaining that he always knew Yoongi detested what his family did, that he knew Yoongi had always been searching for an alternative, but didn't know Yoongi had been living that life for years now.

Seokjin's voice started to wobble.

"If I had know, I would have done something to help," Seokjin said, reaching out for Hoseok's hand to hold.

"He never would have let you," Namjoon knew that, knew Yoongi wouldn't have accepted anything. Seokjin nodded in understanding. "You know what he's like."

"Well, he's not getting a choice anymore," Seokjin replied, half laughing, half crying. "He's moving into mine, I'll drag him there by his skinny little legs if I gotta. He's not staying in that place anymore, I don't care what he says."

Yoongi did seem to relax at Seokjin's.

That was probably a good idea.

"I can help him pack," Namjoon said, nodding, twiddling his thumbs, hoping Yoongi wouldn't fight Seokjin's decision too much. "Will... will I be able to come and visit him there?"

This made Seokjin burst into laughter, winking at Namjoon slyly.

"Of course you can, lover boy, Yoongi told me aaaall about you two."

"Oh God."

"Mhm."

Yoongi woke up shortly after, and joined them on Hoseok's bed, coming to sit at Namjoon's side, looking sleepy and swollen, eyes rimmed red, exhaustion painting his features.

Seokjin informed Yoongi of the decision he'd made.

Yoongi only protested a little, until Seokjin threatened to cry again.

Hoseok suggested ordering in food.

Everyone liked that.

"You can still stay with me a while if you wanted," Namjoon whispered, when they were curled up together on the pull-out couch, after all the food and the movies, the night sky twinkling outside the window. "You can do whatever you want.

Yoongi smiled, eyes closed, so, so tired.

"You just want pancakes for breakfast every day."

Namjoon kissed Yoongi once, Yoongi huffing, arms coming to pull Namjoon close.

"I wouldn't object to pancakes. They are my favourite after all."

"Pancakes and rain," Yoongi murmured, half asleep. "Tiny things."

Namjoon brushed the pad of his thumb across Yoongi's freckle, and smiled against Yoongi's lips.

"You're my favourite tiny thing. I'll make a list just for you."

"Gross."

"I know, I know."

The rest of the week was busy, but exciting.

They started with Yoongi's flat, Namjoon and Yoongi heading over to it with a car that Seokjin lent, Yoongi unwilling to have anyone but Namjoon see the state of the place he'd called home for years.

Seokjin had been annoyed that he wasn't allowed to help, but he understood.

Going back to it again, seeing what little Yoongi really had, it nearly bought Namjoon to tears once more, but Yoongi was grinning, so happy, looked so healthy, smiling in Namjoon's favourite jumper.

"You can just keep me company while I pack," Yoongi suggested, pulling up a milk crate that must have been used as a table, gesturing Namjoon to sit. "It's not gonna take long, I don't have much."

He truly didn't have much, but that didn't seem to bother Yoongi.

Everything he owned fit into one cardboard box, mostly clothes, some books, Yoongi packing it carefully, humming and chatting as he went.

"Oh shit, nearly forgot."

Yoongi dashed from the room, the shity floorboards creaking as he left, and then he was calling for Namjoon.

"Joon, can you bring a box here?"

"Sure," Namjoon was fast, taking one with him, trying not to wince at the mildew and mold on the peeling wallpaper.

Yoongi was standing before a cupboard in the wall, and when Namjoon glimpsed the contents, he almost passed away.

Lingerie.

Lingerie, in every shade, like a rainbow of lace for Namjoon's eyes to take in. Some things were on hangers, some in little drawers, the cupboard lined to protect Yoongi's precious collection from the damp.

Yoongi was smirking.

There was so, SO much more here, than Namjoon ever fathomed Yoongi could or would own.

A couple of cute sets, maybe, to wear on the stage becasue they made Yoongi feel powerful.

Just a few sets.

This was... a proper collection.

Namjoon was getting hard.

Yoongi knew.

Yoongi always knew.

"If you want," Yoongi whispered, stepping close, pulling the box from Namjoon's arm to drop against the floor. "I can wear something for you tonight, after everything is packed and done. If you want."

Namjoon wanted, so, so badly.

"Shall I surprise you with a set?" Yoongi was revelling in this, looking so sweet yet so smug, pressing himself into Namjoon, lacing his arms around Namjoon's neck. "Or, do you wanna pick?"

"Um... surprise me?" Namjoon was breathless with his pretty Yoongi staring up at him.

"You got it, Namjoonie."

Unpacking Yoongi's lingerie collection was torture, Yoongi having the best time, taking things out and down slowly, Namjoon holding the box, watching Yoongi pack it away.

He wouldn't have been able to pick something for Yoongi if held at gunpoint to be honest, everything catching attention from his eyes and his dick.

He was getting whiplash too, some of the lingerie so sweet it made him wanna coo, in pastels with lace, so, so pretty.

But some of it was evil too, skinny straps of black that he knew would cover nothing, bralets of shiny red leather, harnesses with buckles, things that made Namjoon feel a little insane.

Yoongi was humming happily.

Namjoon was just trying to hold onto consciousness.

Finally the torture ended though, and Namjoon was carrying the box back into the main room with Yoongi leading the way, everything finally sorted, Yoongi finally ready to move out and onward, his small gathering of worldly possessions packed and stacked for moving.

“I cannot wait to get the fuck outta here,” Yoongi said with a giant grin, his tone elated, hands on his hips, looking around at the horrible flat for the last time. “Farewell, shitty flat.”

They packed up the car, stopped by the McDonald’s Yoongi got fired from to grab a quick lunch (and as a treat for Yoongi, who watched his old manager work a till in the hectic rush, trying to contain his sadistic glee and laughter), and then headed home.

“Are you gonna drive to Jin hyung’s today, and start unpacking?” Namjoon asked, sitting in the passenger seat, trying not to drool over how hot Yoongi looked behind the wheel. “Or, too tired?”

“Nah, I’ll do it tomorrow,” Yoongi said, still grinning over the sight of his former employer racing around in a panic, Namjoon finding it cute and also a little terrifying. “If thats okay with you? To stay the night again?”

“Of course,” Namjoon smiled, excited, eager to spend more time with Yoongi, to sleep beside him in his bed. “Any time, you can come stay whenever you want.”

“You can come stay with me too,” Yoongi was focused on driving, taking the turn off towards Namjoon’s flat. “It’s busier at Jin’s than at yours, with all the kids dropping by whenever they want but… you’re still welcome, no matter what.”

“I don’t mind the others,” Namjoon thought of them all, Jungkook, Tae and Jimin, all of them together, his heart warming knowing the next time they all got to hang out, Yoongi included, it was going to be so nice. “It’ll be fun.”

“Uh huh,” Yoongi said, a hint of sarcasm to his tone. “You say that now, but once they realise they can cling to you, you’ll never get away. Especially Taehyung. It’s like he gets off on being an annoying brat or something.”

“I was so jealous when I first met him,” Namjoon said with a little laugh, remembering the pool party, feeling like it was so long ago now. “He kept trying to get you to kiss him.”

“He tries to get everyone to kiss him,” Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Tae is like one of those big dogs that always needs cuddles and attention. I folded ONCE, and he’s never left me alone since. Mistake.”

“You kissed him once?”

“Like, on the forehead. He was having a bad day Joon, he looked so sad, I didn’t have a choice.”

A forehead kiss from Yoongi.

Namjoon wanted to coo at the image of it.

So cute.

Namjoon showered and tidied up while Yoongi ducked out to shop for dinner, claiming “no takeaway tonight, going to make you proper food”. The water was nice, washing away the sweat from helping Yoongi pack and carry boxes to the car, Namjoon standing under it for an eternity.

Coming out of the bathroom to see Yoongi putting away groceries made Namjoon’s heart skip a beat, wondering if they could be like this for real one day, living together as a couple, buying groceries and putting them away, Yoongi always pretty, always his.

“You smell good,” Yoongi said with a laugh as Namjoon came from behind and hugged him, dripping water onto Yoongi’s borrowed hoodie, Yoongi so small in his arms. “You getting hungry?”

“Mm, I could eat.”

“What are you in mood for first?” Yoongi wiggled, just a little, ass pressing back into where the towel was covering Namjoon’s dick. “Dinner, or… dessert?”

Hmm.

Namjoon held Yoongi by the hips, huffing into the crook of Yoongi’s neck.

“What’s for dessert?”

“Something… minty,” Yoongi murmured in return, arching into Namjoon’s hold, the groceries long forgotten.

Namjoon was pressing Yoongi forward now, up against the counter, Yoongi letting out a small gasp.

“I can’t say mint is my favourite flavour, to be honest.”

“That’s okay,” Yoongi was so warm beneath him, tilting his head back, cheeks flushed, eyes swollen with lust. “It’s not really for eating, so I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

Oh.

“Can I have it now, then?”

Namjoon was hard, the towel straining, starting to unravel from his hips.

Yoongi giggled.

“I need to shower, Namjoonie.”

Namjoon whined.

“You’re a tease.”

“I know.”

Waiting around for Yoongi to finish up in the bathroom was even more torturous than packing away his lingerie collection had been, but Namjoon was a patient boy, making sure the bed was made, fairy lights on for mood lighting, tidying up as he waited.

Yoongi was taking ages too, the shower long turned off, Namjoon wondering if he was okay, knowing for sure that Yoongi was putting on something pretty tonight, not wanting to knock on the door and interrupt the ‘surprise’.

“Hey, Namjoonie,” Yoongi finally called out, from behind the bathroom door, Namjoon snapping to attention immediately, standing upright, still in his towel. “You ready for dessert?”

“Yes,” Namjoon replied too quickly, his cock coming back to life, the anticipation jolting through his blood like electricity. “I’m ready.”

“Do me a favour and sit on the edge of the bed,” Yoongi called out again, sounding so confident, Namjoon a little scared now. “Close your eyes, and no peeking. I’ll be mad if you peek.”

“O-okay.”

He sat, closed his eyes, and waited.

“Ready?”

“Yeah, I’m r-ready.”

The door was opening but Namjoon couldn’t see, could only hear the sounds of Yoongi moving closer, could only smell the scent of soap and shampoo. He wanted to reach out and try to touch, to feel what Yoongi was wearing, but he was good, kept his hands down, ever so patient.

“You’re so hard already,” Yoongi was chuckling under his breath, closer than Namjoon had expected, a light touch of the head of his cock making him whimper in surprise. “Namjoonie, you’re so cute.”

A hand was on his chest now, pushing gently, encouraging Namjoon to lay back on the mattress. It was comfy, all the sheets beneath him, and Yoongi’s fresh scent grounded him, Namjoon still with his eyes closed, Yoongi humming happily.

And then his towel was being pulled away.

And then Yoongi was straddling his thighs.

Whatever Yoongi was in was silky and soft, slight traces of something kinda itchy, which Namjoon knew had to be lace. His mouth was watering already, made worse when Yoongi told him to keep his eyes closed still, taking Namjoon’s hand instead, placing it to his waist.

Straps.

Yoongi was in something with straps, digging into the slight curves of his tiny frame, Namjoon letting his hands travel now, thighs, chest, Yoongi’s cock barely tucked away beneath very, very tiny panties.

God.

“Please let me open my eyes,” Namjoon was almost begging, almost crying, fingers sinking Yoongi’s exposed ass cheeks with desperation. “I need to or I’ll die.”

“You are so dramatic.”

“I’ll seriously pass away.”

“Fine, fine, you can open. I’ll allow it.”

Namjoon opened his eyes.

And moaned.

Holy fuck.

Green.

Mint green, like soft leaves, like ocean foam, green lace and green straps and green silk.

Yoongi was on his thighs, legs spread wide across them, looking so dainty and sweet and so fucking hot, blonde hair fluffy from showering, and Namjoon wanted to eat him, wanted to flip him into the sheets and make him cry, wanted to worship every inch of milky skin--

Yoongi smirked.

“Wow, your dick is twitching a lot. Guess you like the set.”

“You have no fucking idea what I’m going through right now.”

“Sure I do,” Yoongi rolled his hips like the tease he was, Namjoon wanting to cry. "I actually picked this out as revenge, for the time you wore a cap and grey fucking sweatpants to a rap battle. Feel my wrath, Namjoonie."

It did feel a little mean.

A little cruel.

"Didn't realise we were still doing this," Namjoon said, trying to surpress the growl in his throat, fingers digging into the crease of Yoongi's ass, feeling something wet there, understanding why Yoongi had taken so long in the bathroom now.

Yoongi pouted innocently.

"Doing what?"

"Fighting."

This made Yoongi laugh, in a way that reminded Namjoon of the stage, of all the losses, of his desire to show Yoongi who was really the boss.

"But I like fighting with you, Namjoonie, it's so much fun. Don't you agree?"

Now that everything was okay, now that they were okay, reflecting on the past, on the stage battles and on the small sexual skirmishes that happened behind the scenes --

--it was kinda fun.

It was kinda hot too, their back and forth, the way each insult would be met and tossed back, their chemistry perfect, their desire and drive to win always at 100%.

Yoongi let out a gasp, as Namjoon pushed a finger into him, one hand on his thigh to hold him stable.

"So well prepared for a fight, huh?" Namjoon was coming to sit now, Yoongi letting out a whimper, another finger slipping inside him, their cocks shoved together from beneath silken lingerie. "Shouldn't have expected any less from the famous Agust D."

Yoongi grinned.

"There he is. Come on RM, call me some names, make me cry, I know you got it in you."

"You're so weird."

Three fingers now, and Namjoon knew Yoongi was prepped enough from whatever he'd done in the bathroom, but seeing Yoongi squirm in his lap was too nice to pass up.

"You look so pretty though," Namjoon had to tell him, still marvelled by the lingerie set, by all the pretty lace and the mint and the way the straps cut harsh into all of Yoongi's softness. "So, so pretty."

The praise made Yoongi purr, shifting his hips back on Namjoon's fingers, greedy for it, eyes closed. Dark lashes kissed at his freckles, Yoongi's thighs squeezed around his own, and then Namjoon was smiling, grinning, leaning in close.

"You know what you look like?"

Yoongi's eyes flashed open.

Namjoon nipped at the silver in his earlobe.

"Barbie."

Yoongi's ass clenched.

"Blonde."

Yoongi was shaking a little.

"Sex."

Yoongi whined.

"Doll."

Yoongi was panting, breathless already, and Namjoon didn't have time to ponder on the impact of his insult, didn't have time to wonder if Yoongi liked it as much as when Namjoon first said it, on the stage, when they hated each other.

God, this was fun.

Yoongi was right.

Namjoon wondered how far he could go though, his grip on Yoongi insistant, fingers pressed deep inside, wondered if there was a line that he shouldn't cross when it came to this kinda banter, nervous to say anything wrong.

Yoongi put him at ease immediately.

"You have no idea how many times I jerked off to you fucking saying that," Yoongi murmured, licking his lips wet, still pushing himself back onto Namjoon's hand. "No idea--"

"You should tell me then," Namjoon kissed at Yoongi's jaw, letting his teeth nip again. "I wanna know."

"Countless," Yoongi hissed, as Namjoon removed his fingers, his rough voice cracking, eyelashes fluttering. "Fuck, too m-many times--"

That was new information, information that made Namjoon feel greedy and desperate, flipping Yoongi into the sheets, Yoongi whining.

Pretty pretty Yoongi, splayed out in his silks, the fairy lights casting romantic shadows across every curve of his delicate body--

Yoongi growled.

"Don't you dare."

"Don't I dare what?"

"Your eyes just went soft," Yoongi scoffed, sneering. "No love making tonight, yeah?"

Oh.

This made Namjoon laugh.

"No love making?"

"Want it hard," Yoongi had no shame as he said it, just determination, and arrogance written through his features. "Want it fucking hard, wanna be sore tomorrow when I gotta move those fucking boxes--"

It wasn't Namjoon's usual style, pulling Yoongi by the hips roughly, tearing his underwear to the side, thighs up, pushing his cock inside without letting Yoongi adjust to the intrusion.

It wasn't his usual style but Yoongi asked for it, so Namjoon had to make sure he'd feel it.

Yoongi squealed.

He squealed, thighs clenching, ass clenching, and Namjoon didn't stop, just pushed forward, balls deep, Yoongi a trembling wreck beneath him already.

The sight was made better by the lingerie too, Yoongi all dressed up, the straps cutting into his softness.

And then, Namjoon was fucking him.

The thrusts were deep and hard, lewd sounds of wet flesh filling Namjoon's tiny room, joined by the sounds of Yoongi's pathetic keening, hands bunching into the bedsheets, head thrown back as Namjoon pulled him closer still.

"You okay?" Namjoon couldn't help but ask, and Yoongi growled at him for this too, eyes turned sharp, a cute contrast to his pink cheeks, to the way his bralette was slipping up and away, a hard nipple on show.

"S-shut up, don't ask dumb shit--"

Such a fucking brat.

The noise Yoongi made when Namjoon pressed him in half, legs in the air, Namjoon's arms looped beneath, was so fucking nice.

And then the noise Yoongi made when Namjoon wrapped a hand around his throat was even better, a wet hitch in his breath, a mewl, eyes wide but excited.

"Is this it?" Namjoon's hips had slowed now, but the angle was deeper, lace scratching into his groin and thighs as he pressed into into Yoongi over and over. "This what you want?"

He squeezed just a little, when Yoongi went to reply, cutting off his words, Yoongi groaning.

"Oh, that's right," Namjoon kinda liked this, even if it wasn't his usual style. Kinda liked finally indulging in his fantasies of ruining Agust D, of ruining Yoongi. "Sex dolls can't speak."

Yoongi's cock twitched at this, the silk stained and wet, and Namjoon cooed.

"You should wear this on stage next time," and that thought made drool pool beneath Namjoon's tongue, made his jaw clench to keep it inside his mouth, the idea of Yoongi in his lace and straps, sweating beneath those lights, doll lips pressed to a mic. "Show them what you are."

Yoongi gasped from behind Namjoon's palm, and it was so pretty.

"Show them I was right, Agust D," Namjoon continued, his other hand hitching up Yoongi's slender stocking-clad thigh, driving deeper with his thrusts, Yoongi shaking with need. "Prove my lyrics right."

"Ah," Yoongi was writhing so much, that it was hard to keep him pinned by the throat, his chest heaving and his hips jumping from the way Namjoon fucked him, his cute cock stiff and leaking a mess beneath mint cloth. "J-J-Joon, y-yes--"

He'd never seen Yoongi so far gone.

And it was so fucking hot.

"You want that?" Namjoon kept teasing though, letting his hand fall to the sheets instead, finding Yoongi's own, pressing him down by the wrist. "Wanna wear your pretty clothes for the audience? Show them what a good boy you actually are?"

"God," Yoongi's body tensed up, head to toe, fingers curling, wrapping his legs tight around Namjoon's hold. "I'm g-gonna cum--"

Namjoon considered stopping, considered drawing it out longer, but he wanted to see it, wanted to feel it, so close himself.

Had to get the last word in though.

"That fast? What a let down, Agust D."

It was like his stage name and the degradation of it pushed Yoongi off the edge, Yoongi letting out a shattered sob as his body arched in an attempt to escape Namjoon's cock.

Namjoon held him there though, watched the tremors race through his limbs, watched the way Yoongi's cum soiled the lingerie and dripped down his soft tummy from beneath it, glimpsed the unshed tears clinging to Yoongi's lashes.

Yoongi was a pretty wreck, and Namjoon loved it.

The way Yoongi clenched around his own cock had Namjoon eating his words though, finishing too, unable to fight it back at the visuals of Yoongi fucked out and drooling on his bed, coming with a growl, fingers digging into Yoongi as he held him close.

Yoongi let out a breathless laugh.

"That s-soon, RM?"

Namjoon leaned down to bite at Yoongi's exposed nipple as Yoongi shrieked for punishment.

"Shut up. You're in a sexy outfit-- that's basically a head start."

"I think we need to get you a sexy outfit and prove it."

"Um."

It was Namjoon's job to fetch a wet cloth, and he cleaned Yoongi down as Yoongi smiled and purred, kissing softly as he peeled Yoongi from his lingerie, regretting that it had been over so fast.

"Stop pouting," Yoongi was naked, squeezing Namjoon's cheeks. "Giant baby."

"But I didn't last very long. I wanted to enjoy the lace for as long as possible."

"The lace isn't going anywhere, Namjoonie. There is no rush. We got aaaaall the time in the world."

"Yeah?"

Yoongi smiled, kissing him softly.

"Yep. Did you have fun?"

"Mm, I feel bad now though. I was too mean."

Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"You weren't mean enough, in my opinion. Two years of sexual tension and anger, and that was all you wanted to do to me? Namjoonie, tsk tsk."

Namjoon gasped, offended.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Hmm."

They showered briefly to wash away the sex, their first shower together, so tired from the day, from the packing and driving and the fucking, soaping each other up without a hint of lust, taking turns to spray each other clean.

Namjoon gave Yoongi sleep clothes once again, and Yoongi looked so adorable, in a giant shirt and koala slippers, eating what was left of the ice cream in Namjoon's freezer from the tub with a tiny spoon.

He offered some to Namjoon and Namjoon swallowed it back sleepily.

"What time should I do alarms for the morning?"

"Whenever," Yoongi said with a yawn, digging out more icecream. "No rush, Jin hyung won't care when."

"You can always stay here longer, just so you know."

"I know, but, Jin hyung said he'd cry. I'll come visit lots though?"

"Any time you want," Namjoon felt sleep coming for him for real now, feeling cosy and warm in his room, with Yoongi by his side. "Any time."

"Love you, Joonie."

"Love you too."

They woke up early, kissed for an eternity, and then Yoongi was getting ready to leave.

"You want me to come? I can help you unpack and stuff?"

"It's okay. I should... I should probably have some time alone to talk with Jin hyung anyways, and unpacking is boring. You don't need to be subjected to that."

Namjoon nodded, understanding, but he started to cry anyways.

Yoongi was holding him in an instant, hands on his cheeks, thumbing away tears.

"Don't cry Joonie, don't cry."

"You promise I'll see you soon?" Namjoon had to know, was so scared of being apart once more, remembering what it had been like when Yoongi had been lost. "P-promise?"

"Promise, cross my heart," and Yoongi honestly looked heartbroken, wiping away more of Namjoon's tears, taking on the hyung role so easily. "I'll unpack, talk with Jin hyung, and I'll come see you. And you can come see me. And we can go on dates together and hold hands."

God.

Namjoon sobbed.

"So don't cry," Yoongi whispered, on his tippy toes, kissing Namjoon's wet face. "It's alright now, remember? No more crying, Namjoonie."

He held in his tears for the goodbye, for Yoongi waving at him from the car window and then driving away.

The tears started back up once he got back inside though, closing the door to his tiny flat, seeing the koala slippers that had been huge on Yoongi's feet, seeing the shirt he'd lent Yoongi to sleep in for the night.

He cried and it felt dumb, but he let it out anyways.

It felt empty in here now, and Namjoon felt weird but happy and sad at the same time, not moving from the door, not really sure what to do now.

His phone was ringing.

Hoseok.

"Hello?"

"Joon, Jin said Yoongi was on his way. Are you crying?"

"Mm, a b-bit."

"You okay? You wanna cry for a while and then come over? We can watch some movies?"

"K-kay, I'll just... cry and c-clean up, and then I'll come over."

"Okay, you take your time. No rush."

"Mm."

It felt like it had been forever since Namjoon had last been to Hoseok's with the intention of relaxing, curled up on Hoseok's couch, watching from over the arm as Hoseok made popcorn in the kitchen. It was still bright outside but Hoseok was in PJ's, humming, turning to smile.

"You comfy?"

"Yeah."

"You want some cola? I have some in the fridge."

"Yes please."

Hoseok's phone vibrated on the counter as he prepped everything into bowls and glasses, and he texted back with a big grin, before looking back to Namjoon.

"Check your phone."

"Huh?"

It buzzed too, and Namjoon checked it, a text from an unknown number, opening it with caution.

Yoongi.

Yoongi taking a selfie, wrapped in a hug from all side, Taehyung, Jimin, Jungkook and Jin squeezing in close and happy.

Namjoon sniffled.

"Jin hyung asked for your number to pass along," Hoseok said, coming over with the popcorn, givign Namjoon a gentle smile. "Since you and Yoongi didn't trade them before he left."

It was obvious from the photo that every single person had been crying, Jungkook and Taehyung being the most apparent, eyes swollen and red, tips of their noses pink, even their smile and their peace signs wobbly with emotion.

It made Namjoon happy, to see Yoongi back with them.

It put him at ease because Yoongi was back where he was supposed to be, surrounded by the people who loved him, who missed him, who had cried to see him home safe and sound.

Hoseok patted Namjoon on the thigh.

"Namjoonie, are you happy?"

"I'm really happy, but I feel so weird too. Like I miss him a lot, but he only just left."

"You can miss him a lot. You only just got him back after all. You'll probably miss him for a long time, even when you're spending time together. That's okay."

"It is?"

"Yes," Hoseok giggled, throwing a piece of popcorn into the hollow of Namjoon's collarbone. "I miss Jin every day, and we're almost insperable. It's love!"

Love.

Yoongi loved him.

And he loved Yoongi.

"Guess I will miss Yoongi forever then."

"Probably."

"Eww.

"Eww."

Now that they had each other's numbers, Namjoon felt a little happier, getting the odd text here and there from Yoongi as a movie played on the screen, having to set his phone on silent in fear of annoying Hoseok.

Yoongi seemed to like taking photos to send over, snapping them of his new room, of Jungkook asleep on the couch, Jin cooking, anything he could, and it was really endearing, Namjoon smiling at each one of them, taking sneaky photos of Hoseok's profile to send in return.

I'm nearly sorted, Yoongi texted, adding a smiling emoji. The bed is so big, I'm gonna get lost in while I sleep.

Thats so cute, Namjoon texted back, grinning at the visuals. Ask Jin hyung to buy you a baby crib instead.

Get actually fucked, came the reply.

Namjoon giggled.

They did this a little more, some back and forths with nice words and playful insults, Namjoon enjoying Yoongi's texting style and the weird emojis he used. It was nice and weird to be texting Yoongi, something Namjoon never imagined could ever be possible.

Hoseok ordered food.

Pancakes, from that place that Namjoon couldn't pronouce the name of.

Namjoon took a photo, and sent it over.

They look good, Yoongi replied quickly. But not as good as mine.

Nothing will ever top those pancakes tbh, Namjoon texted back. I'll dream of them forever.

Weirdo.

Yoongi had to leave for dinner once Namjoon had finished his last pancake, and he decided that was a good time to bring his idea to Hoseok.

Hoseok was so on board, it almost startled Namjoon.

"Oh my god yes!" Hoseok clapped his hands together. "He can come work with me, yes!"

"Really?? You sure? I mean, I... I d-don't know how diligent of a worker he is but... I'm sure he'd work so hard for you."

"He's gonna be great, I can tell already! Plus, we DO need to train someone as a barista to work evenings with me during the week, so this is perfect!"

"You sure??"

"Yes! You wanna pass him through my number, so we can set up a trial when he's finished settling in?"

"Okay!"

Yoongi was so grateful, when he replied an hour or so later.

Namjoonie, he texted, and Namjoon could have cried again. I love you thank you so so much :(

I love you too, he replied. And I cant wait to see you in that apron.

Thought u said it wasnt a sexy apron though? hmm

Anything you wear automatically becomes sexy, just fyi

Namjoon could almost see Yoongi's sly gummy smile.

He didn't expect the reply he got though.

Maybe you can fuck me in an apron next time. would namjoonie like that?

Hoseok was at his side, eating popcorn, eyes glued to the screen. Namjoon clenched his thighs to try and stop his blood from rushing downwards.

Please stop, i dont wanna get a boner next to Hobi.

Laugh emojis flooded through.

Alright, ill leave u to your movie then. Love u Joonie, sleep well. Come visit me soon

I love you, Namjoon replied. I miss you. I'll come over soon.

Miss u too.

Bye.

Byeee.

"Hey," Hoseok's voice woke Namjoon up, face smushed into Hoseok's soft pillows, tired and slightly hungover from yesterdays sugar. "Joon, wakey wakey."

Namjoon whined, and rolled over.

"No, 'm tired."

Hoseok drapped an arm over him, and wriggled closer.

"You gotta wakey wakey, I have something important to ask you."

Namjoon whined louder.

"What iiiiis iiiit?"

"You... wanna go to Jin hyungs for another pool party?"

Namjoon had never gotten out of bed faster in his entire life.

He had to borrow Hoseok's clothing to swim in though, not having packed his own, and even though Hoseok fetched the largest garments he owned, they still stuck to parts of Namjoon's body like cling wrap.

Hoseok was laughing.

"Yoongi's gonna pass away."

"What? Why?"

"Because I can see all your yum yum bits Joonie. When did you get so big huh?"

Namjoon blushed.

"I dunno, I've been lifting weights in my room after I eat icecream. To take away the guilt."

"Does it work?"

"Not really."

"Ah."

They packed their bags and then Hoseok's phone was buzzing, a message from Jin, out in the carpark, waiting patiently.

Namjoon should have anticipated Yoongi coming along too, but he hadn't so when Yoongi waved at him from the passenger seat, Namjoon had gasped happily.

Yoongi offered the front seat to Hoseok, but he passed, said it was okay, that he'd ride in the back with Namjoon since it wasn't too far, so Namjoon took the seat behind Yoongi, smiling as their eyes met in the side wing mirror.

Everyone chatted happily as they drove, mostly Hoseok and Jin who were loud and excitable, Yoongi chipping in here and there, Namjoon mostly silent. He was enjoying the scenery as they started to leave the city towards Jin's massive home, trees whizzing past a blue sky--

His phone buzzed in his pocket.

Oh.

A text from Yoongi?

Namjoon, what the fuck.

????? Namjoon replied. What? :(((

Your clothes. Its all... tight.

Oh, Namjoon flushed, almost forgetting. I had to borrow from Hobi, I didn't pack anything to swim in. He's smaller than me.

You look so fucking hot. How dare you