Tempting [NamGi]

3

Yoongi didn't necessarily feel the need to constantly practice so much. They'd sung and done their choreographs and songs so much he knew it all by heart. While he didn't pay attention much to the constant goofing around by the maknae line (and Jin), he did manage to find some enjoyment. Whenever they breaked he was swift to set his eyes on Namjoon. He watched how the taller man would lift his shirt, revealing a bit of skin, to wipe the sweat from his face.

Even though he didn't do it as much as Jimin did, Namjoon would sometimes run his hand through his hair with his eyes shut in ease and this time Yoongi had been able to see it for himself. He watched in awe unable to take his eyes away from the man a few feet away from him. Namjoon had tilted his head back to down a bottle of water. Yoongi bit down onto his lip when a small trickle of water escaped from the side of Namjoon's mouth and had slid down his neck.

He didn't notice Taehyung had been standing next to him downing a bottle of water of his own until the singer had called his name. Yoongi looked up from his slouched position on the floor eyebrows meeting. "I said, your mouth, hyung." Taehyung repeated pointing to his lip. Yoongi ran a finger across his bottom lip swiping a small droplet of blood. He didn't realize he'd bitten himself so hard.

"It's fine." He assured the other and snapped his attention back to Namjoon's position, but the leader had already moved elsewhere. Yoongi sighed suddenly wanting to choke the life out of V for distracting him. He didn't join in for the other half of practice. He'd made a lie about his legs cramping and the others had believed him. Namjoon ordered him to sit and rest, so he obliged wholeheartedly taking a seat at the best angle to watch the other rapper dance.

Yoongi could barely make it through the beginning of the choreography let alone the entirety of it. He could feel his boxers begin to tighten. Wearing sweatpants atleast provided some coverage for the situation. The others wouldn't notice right away. He needed to get out. To just dash the hell right out of there. Namjoon was making him go mad. Every thrust and flex of his body sent him over the edge. The tips of his wet bangs pressing against his forehead. Every time he raised his shirt to wipe the sweat away.

His stomach. That dimpled smile he'd flash when he was goofing around with the others. The way he flicked his tongue out to the corner of his mouth. Yoongi lowered his head staring at the obvious bulge that had formed in a matter of seconds. This man.. Yoongi thought gripping the fabric of his pants till his knuckles turned an even paler color. That body.. He lifted his head once again to see that the dance had ended and everyone had fallen to the floor exhaustively laughing at one another.

"I want food." Jimin said.

"Food." Jungkook repeated.

Taehyung pulled off his headband and tossed it aside furrowing his hair.

"Kim-chiiiii fried rice. And-"

"Sprite." Namjoon finished cutting Hoseok off. Hoseok nodded furiously at his leader. "Yeah, let's get food." He said. "Yes, since I didn't get to finish mine earlier." Jin said tilting his head at Jimin whom avoided eye contact with a grin on his face. "Yeah, that reminds me. Jin, we'll talk later." Namjoon said catching the attention of Yoongi whom was halfway out of the room already.

He stopped for a moment to hear the rest of the conversation. Talk with Jin? Why? About what? Why does he want to talk with him later? Will they be alone? Does he mean alone? Yoongi eyed the two curiously. "Ahh, I couldn't resist. I went in and it was all just there in my face. I wanted it all." Jin whined. What..? "I let you do it once, but no more. You'll be in serious pain if you keep doing it and have to practice later." Namjoon said.

Yoongi didn't want to be apart of the conversation any longer. His chest felt tight. He was already in a miserable situation at the moment. What, with wanting to fuck his leader on the floor right in front of everybody and all. "Hey, Yoongi-hyung, we're going to grab some food. Are you coming with?" Namjoon had jogged up to him and asked. The h2o scent that poured off of Namjoon sent Yoongi over the edge.

He felt like he was going to burst.

"Panda Express, obviously. They refused to go elsewhere." Namjoon continued, looking back at the others. "I'll meet up with you all. Just go on ahead of me." Yoongi replied and started off away from the other. Namjoon grabbed Yoongi's shoulder and reflexively the raven haired wrapped his fingers around Namjoon's wrist. Namjoon's lips parted slightly and he started to feel the same thrashing in his chest he had felt when he had woken Yoongi.

Yoongi's eyes bored into Namjoon's and the taller man averted his gaze not feeling too confident with looking the rapper in the eyes. "You're horrible, you know that?" Yoongi said. Namjoon locked eyes with him once again raising his eyebrows. Yoongi spoke again before the other had a chance to protest.

"You do these.. these things, to me, you know. You know what you're doing. You have to know. There's no way. Just no way that you don't."

"Hyung, what are you-"

Yoongi pulled Namjoon into a tight embrace burying his face into Namjoon's collarbone. He took the chance to inhale every ounce of the man's scent he could spare. While Namjoon didn't struggle much (and that had just about done it for Yoongi) he restrained himself from doing too much as the others were only a couple feet from them with just a door between them.

"Suga-hyung if you're not feeling well-"

"HA! Not feeling well. Is that the best you could get from this?"

Yoongi felt his anger getting the best of him. It wasn't Namjoon's fault nor the others. It was his own fault. He was the one who'd gotten himself like this. All of his pent up anger was the result of yearning for something so badly yet not getting it. He stared at the concerned look on the leaders face. Namjoon's perfectly plump lips had curved on one side flashing Yoongi an awkward half smile. Yoongi looked down and inwardly sighed.

Namjoon, Namjoon, Namjoon. Oh, what you do to me..

~

Yoongi didn't meet up with the others at Panda Express. Instead he'd wrapped himself in his blanket tending to his desires. Namjoon volunteered to stay behind with him incase he needed help with anything. As tempting as the offer had sounded to Yoongi he couldn't possibly accept. It was for Namjoon's own good that he avoided being alone with him. There was no way Yoongi would've stopped himself if the other had stayed with him anyway.