His hands.
Oh god his hands.
Jungkook would argue if someone told him he had a hand fetish because he knew he didn't. Namjoon's hands however, would make anyone think twice about that.
Namjoon's hands were perfect in Jungkook's opinion, palms that always seemed to be soft, long and slender fingers that he can just imagine running all over his body, through his hair, wrapping around his cock. He could almost get off at just the thought.
Namjoon was unobtainable according to Jungkook, internationally famous, men and women, girls and boys, falling all over him, he could have basically anyone he wanted, why would he want Jungkook? And besides, he was straight.
At least Jungkook could still look at his hands as much as he wanted, he shared a room with this particular bandmate of his and they were usually doing things together, going out to drink and such, that's when Jungkook loved Namjoon's hands the most, he loved watching them in action, loved watching them while he was wishing that he could get some action himself.
Jungkook didn't only like Namjoon for his hands, anyone who could say that Namjoon was bad looking was probably lying to themselves, and Jungkook couldn't really complain about his personality either, the two were good friends and although Jungkook wanted it to be more, he was fine with being just a friend. He had accepted the truth some time ago. That didn't stop his attraction though.
...
Namjoon was sitting up against Jungkook's right side on the small couch in their somewhat cramped dorm, arms leaning against the edge of the glass table, a pen laced through his fingers, dragging it across the paper to form words. From what Jungkook could tell, he was writing song lyrics, stealing quick glances over to Namjoon's hands pressing the dark pen down onto the paper.
Jungkook didn't want Namjoon to catch him staring so he tried his best to occupy himself by listening to music on his mp3 player and looking out the window and twiddling his thumbs but his eyes were always drawn back to the same place.
This time, when Jungkook looked over at Namjoon, his hands weren't resting on the paper anymore, he had brought the pen up to his mouth and was pressing it up against his lips, face slightly crinkled in thought. He brought the other hand brought back to the end of the glass and Jungkook could see red marks on the underside of his forearms from the edge of the table pressing into them.
"What are you looking at?"
Jungkook was startled from his thoughts, well, lack of thought as he noticed Namjoon's lips move, facing him.
Jungkook ripped ear bud from one ear and accidentally tangled them while coming up with an excuse.
"Oh me? Hah. Nothing, nothing. I was just um, zoning out, I guess" Jungkook nervously trailed off, eyes darting around the room settling for trying to untangle his earbuds, quickly scratching his neck with his index finger and looking down.
He heard Namjoon exhale and let out a slight chuckle and Jungkook's cheeks turned a light shade of pink, not bothering to look at Namjoon who had put his pen down on top of the paper, not bothering to put the cap on as he brought his arms high over his head and stretched, shirt riding slightly up his stomach, Jungkook's eyes flitted over the small expanse of skin for a split second and then, as quick as they were up, Namjoon brought his arms back down.
"I think thats it for today" he said and stood up, ruffling Jungkook's hair, who was still sitting there, in his stupor, afraid that he had been caught, and shuffled over to their shared room.
Jungkook let out a breath that he didn't even know he was holding, when the door closed behind Namjoon relieved that his hyung didn't think much of him gawking at his hands this time. But he wondered if he had raised some suspicion with the older boy. Oh well, he thought, I'll just have to be more careful next time.
