namjikook || Dance with Me || ©RepublicofJoon || ao3
warning: boy x boy x boy || threesome
top: namjoon
bottom: jungkook || jimin
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Being an idol has its perks, sure. And Namjoon isn't complaining. He loves his job and still sometimes has a hard time believing that it's all real. But sometimes it sucks to be watched all the time. Unable to let loose and be himself. Unable to date. Unable to even interact with people outside of the group for fear of hurting fans' expectations or feeding the rumor mill. Tonight is one of those nights where Namjoon wishes he could be like one of those people in Harry Potter who could change their appearance at-will. He sits at the kitchen table scrolling through Twitter and listening to the guys talking about how they wish they could go out. They settle instead for drinking at home and Jin passes out glasses of soju. The room is quickly filled with laughing fits and everyone is talking much louder and Namjoon feels content again.
Jimin is sitting next to Namjoon and doing That Thing where he runs his hand up Namjoon's thigh. Namjoon is tipsy and doesn't want him to stop. He reaches under the table and squeezes Jimin's hand quickly and Jimin gives him a knowing look and then his eyes disappear into his smile and Namjoon resents his situation again. He's liked Jimin for ages, and sometimes he thinks Jimin could like him too. But he's not brave enough to try and find out. Namjoon sighs and feels a hand slide across his back, shaking him from his thoughts.
"Hyung, you're being too serious..." Jungkook says, leaning into Namjoon's side and looking at him, doe eyes wide with his best attempt at a pout. His face is flushed. He's always been a lightweight. He drops a hand into Namjoon's lap and Namjoon stares down at the emoji tattoo. God that's sexy. Being an idol is really really shitty sometimes. Especially when the people you want to date are people you live with and regularly see naked and just happen to be two of the hottest men on the planet. It's shitty.
"Sorry, Kookie. Just thinking..." Namjoon replies. He likes Jungkook too, but thinks Jungkook just sees him as an older brother and internally scolds himself for the flash of disappointment at this thought.
"Stop thinking and come dance with us," Jimin says, sliding his hand up Namjoon's thigh in The Way. Namjoon shifts uncomfortably and tries not to think about how close Jimin's hand is to his dick.
"Yeah, hyung! Dance! Let's all dance!" Jungkook shouts. Yoongi hiccups and then giggles as Jin downs a glass of soju and drags him from his chair in response to the suggestion. They lead the way from the kitchen to the living room and Hoseok is shouting song suggestions to Tae who turns on the Bluetooth speaker and complies before pulling Hoseok close and dancing with a goofy grin. Jin and Yoongi are lost in fits of laughter as they flail around, dancing wildly to the music.
"Turn it up!" Yoongi shouts as the song changes, but Tae is lost in dancing with Hoseok the way they always are. Jungkook bounces toward the speaker and turns the volume up before turning and flipping his long hair out of his eyes. He looks happier and more free than Namjoon has seen him in a long time, and Namjoon can't help but watch him as he pulls Jimin close. A pang of jealousy tugs at Namjoon's heart but he smiles at the look on both of their faces. Jin slurs an invitation for Namjoon to come dance with him and Yoongi and Namjoon does so halfheartedly. Maybe he isn't drunk enough. He retreats to the kitchen and pours himself a double shot of soju, drinking it fast before returning, trying his best to look upbeat and carefree. He dances with Yoongi and Jin, well, more jumping than actual dancing, and feels the soju making his head feel a bit fuzzy. Just fuzzy enough to not mind how close Jungkook and Jimin are. He tries not to watch them but glances their direction every couple seconds.
