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.
"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.
It took a little while for Namjoon to calm down enough to get his words out, to apologise to Eunha for crying out of the blue like that, all while he stroked at Biscuit's fur, the small white cat curling into his lap, the purring never ending.
"You're not allowed to say sorry for crying," Eunha smiled, taking a seat at her desk, spinning in her chair to face Namjoon, tea mug in hand. "In fact, I encourage it here, if that's what you need. Namjoon, this is a safe space, to vent however you need."
He was getting hard, didn’t know what to do, what to do, all while his hand was tight in Yoongi’s hair, forcing Yoongi to look up at him. Yoongi was staring like he was surprised to find himself on the floor, on his knees, and Namjoon prayed, prayed Yoongi didn't notice--
Oh god, Yoongi noticed, gaze snapping from Namjoon’s down to where his cock was tenting his pants, and it was mortifying, humiliating, as Namjoon waited for Yoongi to mock him.
Call him a virgin again, try to wound his ego.
But Yoongi just stared, blinking, the shimmer on his eyelids so sweet and alluring, making Namjoon’s chest heave, making his dick twitch in a way that was impossible for either of them to ignore.
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