↝ are you sure you don't have any childhood grudge against sug-
shut the fuck up and just take the order, latte boy ↜
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| where min yoongi seems to prefer extra black americano, but the red-haired barista is de...
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Namjoon knows he should tell Hoseok about Yoongi already, but then again the younger had never been the one who pulled at the curtains. The bathroom reverberates with their lovemaking, and Hoseok chants his name as if it's the only prayer that would bring him his release as Namjoon torturously and slowly pumps in and out of him.
"J-Joon-ah, please..." Words fail him and he clutches onto the rim of the basin, his knuckles stark white against the blue color of the glass. Namjoon holds onto his hip, bruising the skin with his incoming release, and peppers his boyfriend's back with feather kisses.
"You're so," the lights dim in Namjoon's vision, "So good, hyung," Moans fall from Hoseok's parted lips and he meets every thrust midway, his hips bucking faster and faster until both of their highs tip them off the edge and there are stars behind theireyelids, their bodies shuddering in the aftershock of their lovemaking. The sloppy kisses on Namjoon's neck makes him smile as he pulls out and gathers Hoseok for a proper kiss. He tilts his head for a deeper angle, his tongue running along the roof of the other's mouth, and hitches his boyfriend's thigh around his waist. It hasn't been long since their last union, but Namjoon can't help but feel that their time is running out.
The shower enclosure surrounds them like a warm cocoon, and they simply stand under the water, staring and staring and staring.
"What?" A giggling Hoseok looks away first, only to have his chin lifted up by the other.
"Seokie, you know that I love you right?" The words stumble out of Namjoon before he can help it. The other night when Hoseok had asked him the similar question, he hadn't been ready to face it. But, no matter how many times he was reminded about how much he had once loved Yoongi, Hoseok is his now. And, although his heart had fluttered in its cage when Yoongi had first arrived into his new life, he was still in love with Hoseok.
"Babe, where's this coming from? Is this about the other night?" His eyes widen at the sudden confession; they haven't had a similar string of conversation in months. He had spilled out his unaware thoughts that night, but he didn't expect Namjoon to take them seriously. "You don-"
"Shh, it's fine. I just want you to know I love you, okay?" Their hesitant lips lock for a chaste, sweet kiss and Hoseok falls a little more, a little off the edge, in love with Namjoon.
Later, as the content redhead slumbers, snuggled into the white duvet, Namjoon watches his chest rise and fall with each breathe, and decides it's time to wrap up the fucking drama.
note: *author-nim: sips tea and contemplates drama.*
