BTS Boy x Boy One shots and Drabbles

Namjin

Seokjin waits until after Namjoon has uploaded his latest track to their website to approach, the same way he approaches the neighborhood cat when he offers it breakfast scraps- cautious, as if Namjoon might run away. When Seokjin enters the recording room, Namjoon is sitting on the couch, playing catch with his snapback. Seokjin sits down next to him.

"Do you want a hug?" Seokjin asks, because it seems like the right thing to do when someone looks that worn out, that tired, right down to their bones.

Namjoon half-laughs half-scoffs. Seokjin takes it as his cue to scooch forward on the coach until their knees bump, and Namjoon leans into Seokjin's outstretched arms.

"I'm not upset, you know," Namjoon says into Seokjin's shoulder.

Seokjin knows. He's just frustrated, but that's not uncommon. Namjoon largely skipped the immature teenager phase- he had to, if he was expected to keep up with his hyungs- but he's not immune to irritability. Seokjin's seen him punch walls, maknaes, and, on an occasion that ended with a stern chat from Bang Sihyuk himself, a computer monitor. At least this time he's channeled into a song.

"You're a way better rapper anyway," Seokjin says. "He's just an asshole."

Namjoon laughs for real this time, because Seokjin still goes wide-eyed whenever Yoongi drops an f-word into one of his raps but some people are just assholes and deserve to be called such. Namjoon's chest vibrates as he laughs and Seokjin can feel it in his own body.

He's not sure why he does it. Maybe it feels like the right thing again, maybe he's just not thinking, but when Namjoon starts to pull away, Seokjin hastily brushes his lips against Namjoon's forehead.

There is a very definite pause. So, not the right thing, then. Namjoon stares at him and Seokjin says, "I'm sorry."

He only gets through one syllable before Namjoon pushes through the distance between them and kisses Seokjin on the mouth. The rough chap of his mouth catches the spot on Seokjin's lip he's chewed raw and it hurts, but just for a moment and then Namjoon is pulling back just as quick as he approached.

Seokjin swallows. The air between them feels too dense to inhale. Namjoon stands and his snapback falls out of his lap, landing at Seokjin's feet. "I'll see you later, hyung," Namjoon says.

"Okay," Seokjin says to Namjoon's back. He raises his fist to his mouth, instinctive. His knuckles are softer than Namjoon's lips.