drabbles | bts (discont)

Kiss me hard before you go

Sexual tension namjin :))

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seokjin was not thirsty for namjoon. definitely not. definitely.

"don't. fucking. deny it." yoongi snarls at him.

"i'm not!!" seokjin throws his hands up.

"geez, just suck his dick already oh my gosh." yoongi looks away at a dumbstruck seokjin, completely speechless.

"young man i did not teach you to say those words."

"please don't act like my mother."

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he spends the whole day complaining to yoongi (who has headphones on) about how hot namjoon is. seokjin doesn't like namjoon in that way though. isn't it normal to think some people are pretty handsome? totally. yoongi thinks otherwise.

"look, when i started liking hoseok, the first thing i thought was that he's pretty fucking hot too. so don't deny you have a crush on namjoon."

"i don't!" seokjin denies. again.

"kill me now." yoongi grumbles, cupping his face, contemplating on what he's ever done wrong.

"i mean - namjoon's just has the perfect proportions, and he's tall, and he has the right amount of muscle, and his voice his really low and sexy -" and at that moment while seokjin continues to blabber, hoseok walks by, coffee in hand, and stops when seokjin says: "namjoon is like, perfect, maybe."

"hoseok. go away." yoongi lets out a low breath.

"hyung i didn't know you liked namjoon." hoseok grins.

"i don't. why do you guys keep thinking that?"

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the next day is somewhat peaceful. seokjin wakes up to taehyung who wrapped his arms around seokjin's waist, face awfully content of the warmness radiating from seokjin's body. seokjin manages to slip out of taehyung's hold, and happily trots over to the bathroom.

he spots namjoon in the kitchen making coffee for himself, and blasting out music from his phone.

"mellow music?" seokjin smiles as he passes namjoon. namjoon grins back, grabbing his coffee and happily walking over to seokjin.

"yeah," he breathes out a low groan, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. "i'm really into chris brown lately." he says, pulling out his phone to show seokjin the song he's listening to, and seokjin doesn't even pay attention to the screen because he's staring at how perfectly namjoon's large hands fit around his phone.

seokjin blinks, shuffling farther away from namjoon when he realizes their faces are too close.

"isn't that the song jeongguk keeps singing?"

"yeah, hold me down." namjoon lets out a raspy chuckle. he was probably recording yesterday.

"hey, you're voice isn't too good now." seokjin says. without conscience he caresses namjoon's neck, and it's burning hot.

namjoon winces at the touch. and their faces are only inches apart. namjoon wants to suck on seokjin's thick bottom lip.

"oh.." seokjin winces, pulling away, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. "uh, i-i have to get to the bathroom."

"oh, yeah, go ahead." namjoon stutters, putting a hand in his pocket. seokjin walks away, disappearing behind the walls separating them.

fucking stupid. seokjin thinks.