The Tutor | nj

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When Seokjin woke up, the sound of snoring confused him. He blinked sleepily, trying to figure out who would be in his bed with him, and shifted, immediately feeling a soreness in his lower half and memories of the night before rushed into his mind. He winced a bit, surprised that he wasn't in more pain, as he rolled over to face Namjoon. A soft smile spread across his face as he saw the younger male sleeping peacefully on the other side of the bed, and Seokjin had the urge to brush away the hair falling into his face.

He held back, instead deciding to go make breakfast for when Namjoon woke up. As he climbed out of the bed, slowly as he tried to adjust to soreness, he realized that Namjoon must have dressed him after he fell asleep, since he was wearing an oversized sweater and a pair of underwear that he assumed belonged to the younger. He padded to the kitchen, searching through the cabinets and fridge to see what the male had that could be turned into a suitable breakfast.

He didn't find much, so he settled for making oatmeal with sliced fruit. It didn't take very long for him to make, as he could make oatmeal in his sleep, and he was giving the pot a final stir when he felt arms wrap around him from behind. "Shouldn't I be the one making breakfast?" Namjoon's voice was filled with sleep, and Seokjin felt a slight shiver go down his spine accompanied by a tug in his lower stomach. Stop that, you're too sore, he mentally scolded himself as Namjoon said, "It is my apartment and I am supposed to be taking care of you."

"Considering the amount of frozen dinners and instant noodles in these cabinets, I'd be worried about what kind of breakfast you would give me." Seokjin teased him, putting the spoon down and turning around in Namjoon's arms, wrapping his own arms around the younger.

"Yeah, I'm not really much of a cook." Namjoon admitted with a laugh, lightly squeezing Seokjin's sides. "How you feeling?"

"Sore~" Seokjin answered honestly, "but still good. Really good." He felt his cheeks heating up slightly as he smiled up at Namjoon. "Thank you~" He whispered, Namjoon giving him a small shrug in response.

Seokjin didn't know if it was because of the fact they'd had sex last night or what, but he then leaned forward and pressed his lips to Namjoon's, making that the first time he'd ever initiated a kiss with the taller male. Namjoon responded enthusiastically, bringing one hand up to cup Seokjin's face as he slipped his tongue in between Seokjin's lips. He stepped as close to Seokjin as possible, effectively pinning the older male between himself and the kitchen counter.

Seokjin ran his hands up Namjoon's arms and shoulders, not stopping until they were threaded through Namjoon's hair, kissing Namjoon just as passionately as Namjoon was kissing him. He was about to pull away from the kiss and ask Namjoon if they could go back to his bed when someone else forced them to break apart first. "Ooh, am I about to get a visual to go along with the audio I got last night?"

Seokjin pulled away from Namjoon, his face and ears bright red as he saw who he assumed was Namjoon's roommate across the room in just his underwear. He let out a small noise of embarrassment before burying his face in Namjoon's shoulder, the younger male's arm coming up to rub his back in a comforting way. "Hoseok, this is Seokjin. Seokjin, this is my roommate, Hoseok." Namjoon quickly introduced them. "Hobi, can you give us a minute, he's a bit shy."

"Yeah, sure," Hoseok agreed, walking backwards towards his bedroom. "But don't start back up without me."

"That was so embarrassing!" Seokjin whined, voice muffled by Namjoon's shoulder.

"No, it wasn't~" Namjoon said, pulling him back to look at him. "You have to remember that Hoseok was literally jacking off in the living room the second time you came here. Walking in on us making out is like child's play to him."

"It was still weird!" Seokjin insisted, and Namjoon pulled him into a hug with a quiet 'I know'.

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Seokjin entered his apartment after his "walk of shame", mentally debating why people call it that when he personally didn't feel any shame whatsoever, only to be met with yelling. "FUCK YOU, YOONGI! FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO KEEP YOUR BED WARM TONIGHT!!" A very upset Jimin then appeared, storming out of Yoongi's bedroom with Yoongi running after him.

"Jimin, wait, let's talk! I don't even know-" Jimin slammed the apartment door shut behind him, not even bothering to listen to the rest of Yoongi's sentence, "-what I did wrong." Yoongi finished dejectedly, turning back to face his roommate.

"What was that about?" Seokjin inquired, still trying to process what he just witnessed.

Yoongi ran his hand through his hair while shrugging. "I don't know! One second he was asking me if I had anything planned for the 13th and the next he was yelling at me about how I only see him as a booty call, which I don't!"

"Wait, what's the 13th?"

Yoongi sighed before responding quietly. "It's his birthday." Seokjin then asked him how he had responded to Jimin's question. "I said I was thinking we could hang out here like always."

"'Like always'?" Seokjin repeated, earning a nod for Yoongi. "Then no wonder he reacted the way he did. You do realize 'like always' for you is having sex and nothing else, right?"

"He's never complained about that before."

"Yeah, but it's his birthday." Seokjin stressed. "He wants you to take him out on a date, be a little spontaneous, switch things up a bit before you jump into bed." He thought back to the night he and the shorter male, along with his best friend, had bonded over naked people on his TV screen. "He likes the romantic stuff."

"You think so?" Yoongi asked after a moment of silence, to which Seokjin responded with a nod. "Then if you'll excuse me, I have some planning to do." Yoongi then retreated into his bedroom, and Seokjin decided he must have done something to get in God's graces as he was saved for the time being from being teased over how he'd stayed at Namjoon's for the night.