Namjin Smut

Bottom's Up!

Written by: nochu_cheez

Summary:

Namjoon and Seokjin meet at a wedding and go home together. Just when they're about to get it on, they make a devastating discovery - they're both tops.

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Kim Seokjin stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He carefully adjusted individual strands of dark brown hair falling over his forehead so his eyebrows were framed just so.

"Hyung..."

He grabbed the pale pink vaseline lip chap out of his back pocket and applied it liberally. He had big, pouty lips and he knew how to work them. The lip chap added just a hit of color to his lips and smelled deliciously floral.

"Hyung!"

Jin swept a finger along his jawline and bottom of his chin, observing his skin and the way his Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed. Yes, this would do. He looked hot. He would fuck himself right now.

"HYUNG, for fuck's sake get the fuck out here!"

Jin was startled out of his thoughts by someone banging on the bathroom door. He grumbled and reached for the door handle.

Taehyung stood there in a black suit with his arms crossed against his chest, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Seriously, we're going to be late, and I am NOT going to be late because you can't stop staring at yourself in the mirror. Hurry up."

Jin huffed and adjusted his own dark blue tie. "Ceremonies never start on time anyways, or have you never been to a wedding before?"

"This is my BEST FRIEND's wedding and I'm the BEST MAN!" screamed Taehyung, grabbing hold of Jin's lapels and shaking him. He had a crazed look in his eyes. "I was supposed to be there an hour ago but apparently your hair was more important!"

"Oh my god," said Jin, rolling his eyes. "You're so dramatic. I'm ready to go now anyways."

Taehyung pushed him back as he let go. "I hate you."

"You love me," teased Jin. He went to ruffle Taehyung's hair but was swatted away. 

"You're my brother. I don't have a choice," grumbled Taehyung, shoving Jin out the door and locking it behind them. "But if I did, I wouldn't."

They arrived at the hall twenty minutes later and Taehyung bolted from the car and ran inside. Jin leisurely made his way to the doors. He had no part in the wedding except to sit and watch, so he didn't need to hurry.

Fancy-pants guests were already streaming inside with large, intricate gifts in their hands, leaving them on a table at the front entrance especially for that purpose. Jin checked out the presents and left his own card filled with cash in the card box.

He stepped inside the hall, which was an exact replica of a 26-year-old white woman's "Future Wedding" Pinterest board. It was decorated with pale pink and taupe fabric, and large bunches of white peonies adorned every available surface. White lights were strung across the ceiling and it looked like a vintage flea market had puked up the rest of the decor.

The first four rows were already full, but Jin wanted to sit near the front so he could take pictures of Taehyung (and maybe get caught by the professional photographer as well, but that was simply an afterthought, he hadn't thought it through or anything.)

There was one empty seat in the second row so he tiptoed to the front, snaking his way around little children and old people with canes, and sat down.