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knj - 안녕 (1/3)

Title: '안녕' (Hello)

Series: pt. 1 of uno, dos, tres

By: furiousfat

Plot: Hoseok woke up in an unusual Sunday morning.

Contains: Accidental Voyeurism, Watching, Shameless Smut, Alternate Universe - College/University, Fluff, Muffles, Hearing Sex

Ship: NamGi (KNJ, MYG)

A/N: I like the word count...

where's the holy water tho?

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On Sunday, Hoseok usually woke up in the middle of the day, when the harsh sunlight from his roommate's window crack finally reached his bed. Not in the morning like now, where the gentle sunlight was still on his roommate's bed, illuminating the slightly younger boy and Yoongi's bodies in a heavenly way that made their lightly sweat-layered skins glisten-

Wait.

Yoongi??

Hoseok widened his eyes slowly, trying to process the view displayed in front of him, and his half-awake brain practically went to an overdrive.

The brunet traced his memory from the start-no, not from the day he was born because there was no way he could remember it-when he stepped inside the university for the first time last year, majoring in the love of his life which was none other than 'dance'.

He was placed in the campus dorm and got roomed in a poorly cramped excuse of a housing with Kim Namjoon, an English Literature nerd (who didn't look the least bit nerdy right now), and later on made a tight group of friends with some seniors and juniors from his own major as well as other majors, including a Music Production senior named Min Yoongi, who was now sitting back to chest on top of his roommate's lapwearing practically nothing.

Hoseok knew that the usually grumpy senior wasn't just 'sitting', though.

He gulped almost audibly, watching the said senior's blushing face scrunched up in what looked to be pain, but Hoseok was so damn sure it was actually pleasure. Yoongi's eyes was tightly shut, his brows furrowed, and his lower lip bitten. Hoseok's ears could make out faint whimpers escaping those rosy lips and he felt his whole body heated, especially that particular part.

The brunet lowered his eyes and finally noticed that Yoongi was clutching so hard on one of Namjoon's pillow with his chin rested on top of it. Hoseok cursed inwardly, because the damned pillow was covering Yoongi's whole front, including thatarea.

Uh, not that Hoseok was intending on seeing Yoongi's dick, no.

His eyes then stay rooted on Yoongi's milky-white thighs. The way they contrasted beautifully with Namjoon's slightly-tanned ones; flexing and relaxing together, moving up and down languidly in the same rhythm, with their labored breath and the soft creaking of the bed as background music.

Namjoon's window was open, and the long white curtains were gently blown by the wind, dancing around beside the two bodies flushed together, framing their figures in an ethereal painting-like image.

Hoseok squirmed under his sheet. Because, fuck, he never thought seeing someone slow-fucking would be this sexy.

Their pace suddenly quickened and Yoongi's hand flew up to the back of Namjoon's neck, harshly gripping the silver strands there, making the younger grunted bestially over the now loudly-creaking bed.

Namjoon turned the older boy's face roughly, connecting his plump lips with Yoongi's thin ones, earning a small mewl in return. He licked and bit on Yoongi's now swollen lips until the latter became a whimpering mess. Hoseok's eyes followed the way Namjoon's lips seemed to swallow Yoongi's small mouth, wet tongue slowly prodding its way inside.