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Yoongi jumps when he hears a loud crack, snapping his head to his left and locking eyes on the culprit.
“Jesus, Hobi, did you break your skull?” Yoongi asks in astonishment.
Hoseok lets his head fall sideways to glare at the elder, grumbling, “I don’t care. This is the third test I’ve failed this semester. I’m going to fail the class at this rate!” He finishes with a wail.
“I don’t know why you took this class anyway. You hate science. And what does anatomy have to do with dance?” Yoongi says.
“I thought it would be good to learn how the body worked so I could learn how the body moves. Our general eds require a science class, and my dance professor said it could be a good idea, so I went for anatomy. I’m shit at chemistry.”
“Yes you are.” Yoongi says, nodding his head at the terrifying memories of their lab days from high school.
“Shut up.” Hoseok snaps.
“Hey, don’t get all mad at me, it’s not my fault you- Namjoon?!”
“No, my name’s Hoseok.” Hoseok says sassily.
Yoongi ignores him and stands, walking toward a tall man who had stopped in his tracks.
Hoseok’s eyes widen as he properly looks at the guy, and all he can think is, sweet baby jesus.
Tall is a good description for Namjoon, but so is Greek God. His legs stretch for miles in black dress pants that show off his thighs deliciously when he moves toward them. A grey cashmere turtleneck tucks into the pants, showing off a tapered waist, his shoulders threatening to shred the threading and very nearly causing Hoseok to whimper pathetically.
His hair looks to be styled as if wind swept, a gorgeous silvery-blue that is the perfect median between too long and too short.
Namjoon towers over Yoongi, which is admittedly not hard to do, and his surprised dragon eyes widen as he recognizes the smaller man.
“Holy shit, Yoongi-hyung!”
Namjoon strides forward and in three steps- which would have taken Hoseok five- he yanks Yoongi forward and wraps the man in a bone crushing hug.
“Ah- humans require air to survive, Joon-ah!” Hoseok hears Yoongi cry, voice muffled in the taller’s shirt.
Namjoon leans back, but doesn’t remove his arms from the elder. “I’m sorry, I know you’re like me when it comes to people grabbing at you, but holy shit I didn’t think I’d ever see you again!”
Yoongi grins up at the man and chuckles. “Been a long time since our underground days, hasn’t it.”
“A little bit, yeah.” Namjoon says, finally letting Yoongi go.
“What are you studying, then? Or teaching, since it looks like you’re dressed as a professor.”
Namjoon blushes sweetly, setting off singing angels in Hoseok’s mind, and says sheepishly, “I’m actually the professor’s assistant for literature. He said I know nearly as much as he does on the subject so he asked me to assist him in his larger classes.”
“That’s great! Why are you in this class, though? Lit and Anatomy are totally different.”
“I’m taking all sorts of classes. I’m majoring in lit, yeah, but I wanted to take as many classes as I could to make sure I’m doing what I want. Also, it doesn’t hurt to know a lot about different things. Could come in handy when I start writing novels.”
“And you took this class for the hell of it?” Yoongi says, horror in his voice.
Namjoon laughs and says, “it’s a fun class, I enjoy it a lot.”
Yoongi hears a gurgle come from Hoseok behind him and whips around. His confusion turns to surprise, before he gets a wicked thought in his head. Hoseok happens to look over at the elder just as he goes to turn, immediately suspicious when he sees the evil grin that has taken over his mouth.
“Ah, Joon-ah, you were always smart. Are you any good in this class?”
Hoseok’s eyes widen and he shoots from his chair, forgetting there’s a desk in front of him, and tangles his ankle in the desk leg, crashing to the floor.
“Well fuck me sideways.” he grumbles to himself.
“No thanks, I’ve got Jimin for that.” Yoongi drawls.
“Jesus, are you okay?!” Namjoon cries, throwing his books on an empty desk beside him and hurrying toward the boy on the ground, who is turning redder and redder the closer he comes.
“Ah- you don’t have to be so formal. Hoseok is fine.” Hoseok blurts. His face goes from a warm flame to grease fire as he hears himself speak. Namjoon looks down at him, a smile tugging at his lips, and he sees Yoongi behind him with a fist in his mouth turning red from suppressed laughter.
Hoseok feels the man’s fingers close around his elbow and he moves to untangle his legs from the desk. He feels heat pool in his stomach when Namjoon helps him up, lifting him like he weighs five pounds instead of a hundred.
“Thank you.” he says, eyes unable to tear themselves from the man in front of him.
“You’re welcome. I’m Namjoon, by the way.” the man says, giving Hoseok a knee crippling dimpled smile. Hoseok’s mouth opens, but no sound comes out.
“Hoseok!” he shouts finally, causing Yoongi to finally erupt into loud cackles.
Namjoon looks at him for a moment like he’s suspicious of his brain cell count, but keeps his thoughts to himself.
“Anyway hyung, yes I’m fairly good in this class. I pass every test, at least.” he says, turning to Yoongi after making sure Hoseok is stable on his own legs.
“Would you be interested in tutoring, then?” Yoongi asks.
“You need help? You’re almost as smart as me.” Namjoon teases.
Yoongi rolls his eyes and strolls forward. “Hobi here needs some help. He’s failed the last three tests and if he doesn't pass I’ll have to deal with his nightly sobbing.”
“HYUNG!” Hoseok cries, punching Yoongi on the arm hard enough to pull a grunt of pain from the elder.
Namjoon smiles and says, “I wouldn’t mind. I don’t have anything going on this weekend, would you want to meet up then? If you would like me to tutor you, that is.” Namjoon says to Hoseok.
Hoseok looks down at his test score and sighs. “Yeah, I probably really need the help.”
Namjoon grins at him and nods. “Okay, do you want to swap numbers and schedule a day from there?”
Hoseok nods violently, yanking his phone from his pocket hurriedly and thrusting it at Namjoon. Namjoon chuckles and says, “you seem very desperate to get your grade up in here.”
“He’s desperate for something, alright.” Yoongi says, dodging Hoseok’s second blow.
Namjoon’s phone dings in his pocket and he smiles as he gives Hoseok his phone back. “Alrighty, I’ll text you soon.”
He looks down at his watch and curses, apologizing before picking his books up and nearly sprinting from the classroom.
“What just happened?” Hoseok says dazedly.
“You’re getting tutored by one of the best underground rappers alive.” Yoongi says sagely. “Next to me, of course.”
Hoseok stares down at his phone, reading the name Namjoon over and over again, sitting down heavily in his chair with a longing sigh.
***
“What do I wear?!” Hoseok cries, dropping two fistfuls of cloth onto his bed and tugging at his hair in frustration.
“Hell froze over.” he hears Jimin whisper in awe, watching alongside Yoongi and Taehyung as Hoseok goes into full meltdown mode.
“He’s never not known what he’s going to wear for the day.” Taehyung adds, equally in shock.
Yoongi sighs and says, “Jesus Seok-ah, you need to chill.”
“Chill? I’ve got an hour before I need to leave and I haven’t found anything to wear, nor have I put on any makeup yet!” Hoseok shouts.
“You’ve never reacted like this for a guy, who is this dude?” Jimin asks.
“Kim Namjoon.” Yoongi answers.
Taehyung jolts, nearly falling to the floor. His eyes bug from his skull and he shouts, “you’re freaking out like this over my cousin?!”
All eyes fall on him, and it’s that precise moment that Jungkook chooses to enter the room.
“Hey hoes, what’s for lunch I’m starving!”
“Hush child. Kim Namjoon is your cousin?” Hoseok says, ready to stomp over and cage the younger against the wall.
Taehyung’s eyes widen in slight terror at the maniacal glint in Hoseok's eyes. Jungkook always said Hoseok is one of the scariest of them because he can go from sunshine to black hole in the blink of an eye.
“Oh, Joonie-hyung?” Jungkook says, oblivious to the tension in the room and picking a spot next to Taehyung on Hoseok’s large bed.
Yoongi shakes his head from his own bed beside Jimin, and says, “yes. Joon-ah. Hoseok is going to meet him at the coffee shop down the block and get some help with anatomy.”
Jungkook giggles, finally reading the energy in the room and says, “aw Hobi-hyung don’t be shy. Joonie is really cool. You and Jimin are the most extroverted people I know. What’s different about Namjoon? You’ve never been afraid of interacting with others.”
Hoseok sighs and sits down on the side of his bed, nearly causing Taehyung and Jungkook to fall forward from the sudden dip. “I don’t know. He’s just-”
“-so incredibly hot that you just want to scale him like a giant oak tree and swing from the branches?” Jungkook finishes sagely.
Taehyung looks at him sideways in suspicion, and Jungkook snorts. “”Whatever, you know I’m over that crush. But I can’t help he’s got thighs that make you want to-”
“OKAY moving on!” Yoongi cries in desperation.
Jimin giggles and leans forward. “I think I met Namjoonie once. He was really sweet. I don’t think you should be nervous.”
Hoseok breathes in deeply and exhales. “I don’t want him to think I’m stupid. I want him to like me.” he murmurs.
Taehyung moves forward, wrapping his arms around the elder. “Joonie loves everyone! Except people who kill whales and sharks for fun. Or any animal, really. Or anyone who kills nature in general for the hell of it. So unless you go shredding flowers in a field or diving to torment sea creatures for the sheer fun of it, I don’t think he will dislike you. In fact, and he will shank me in my sleep if you tell him I said this, he mentioned that he was excited for this weekend because he’s tutoring a guy from class and he thinks he’s the cutest little bean since he met Jimin.”
Hoseok looks up and grins, feeling a weight lift from his shoulders. He turns his head and nuzzles Taehyung’s temple and says, “thank you Tae Tae.”
“Now let's find you an outfit!” Jimin cries, excited to get Hoseok ready for his tutoring date.
“I want to wear something simple, but I don’t want to look like I don’t care.” Hoseok says, turning to look at his closet with renewed energy. He strides forward and sifts through his jeans, pinching his chin as he thinks.
Reaching his hand out, he pulls out a pair of light skinny jeans that have holes going from his knees to the top of his thighs in little patches. WIth that, he snags a large white long sleeved shirt and button up t-shirt to go over it, cartoon characters printed all over it to make it look like a colorful mural.
“Wear your yellow converse shoes, they look good with that shirt.” Jimin adds. Hoseok nods, looking over his outfit with a critical eye and nodding in approval.
He strips his sleep shirt and pants, ignoring the scandalized shouts from everyone in the room. “This is my apartment, I’m not leaving the room I sleep in to change. You all knew I had to change, you could have all left the room.”
When dressed, Jimin launches himself from the bed and grips Hoseok's wrist, dragging him to the bathroom. “We’ll just go minimalistic so he doesn’t think you’re trying too hard, but we’ll add enough to make you glow like a meteor.”
Hoseok grins, saying amusedly, “I’ve never tried this hard to impress someone that’s about to stuff my brain full of boring school shit.”
“Well if you’re lucky, down the road maybe he’ll stuff you with something else.” Jimin says with a wink.
Hoseok gasps scandalously, smacking Jimin’s arm lightly with a blush. “Whatever.”
“When was the last time you got laid, hyung? You need someone like Joonie to take care of you. I think he would be good for you.”
“Last time was with Wonho, so about a year ago almost?”
Jimin’s jaw drops and he halts his movement of brushing foundation over Hoseok’s cheeks. “A year?! Damn, we need to all go out to the club with Joonie. I’ll turn you into sex on legs. He’ll be drooling the whole night.”
Hoseok smiled, pleased with the idea. “We need to work on tonight first. Now hurry, I need to leave soon!”
They get Hoseok ready in record time, sending him out the door with cheers of good luck. Hoseok giggles, turning to walk down the stairs of his dorm and to the streets.
The walk to the coffee shop is short but peaceful. Sounds of people milling about their own business fill his ears, the occasional sound of footsteps slapping pavement as someone runs in their haste to get where they’re going.
He sees Namjoon through the window of the shop when he arrives, smiling at the younger when he lays his eyes on him.
Namjoon has on dark blue jeans that hug his thighs deliciously, the bottoms of each leg folded up to reveal what look like shiny black combat boots. There’s a large dark blue patch on his right thigh, and thin rips on both knees. He has a simple white t-shirt on and a light forest green jacket on over it that comes down to the middle of his arms.
His black rimmed glasses top the ensemble, and he grins at how cute and comfortable Namjoon looks sitting there as he reads a book, his school things sitting beside him in the booth.
Hoseok makes his way to the table, sitting down across from Namjoon and startling his attention from his book.
“Hi! Wow, is it that time already?”
Hoseok tilts his head in confusion, saying, “what do you mean?”
“Ah, I was out for a walk this morning and decided to head over here early. I must have lost myself in the book.” Namjoon replies sheepishly.
Hoseok grins and nods his head. “Oh, okay! Have you ordered already? I can go get us something.”
“I was the one who said we should meet here, I should be the one paying.” Namjoon says.
“I’m the one who needs tutoring, so I trump you.” Hoseok says triumphantly.
Namjoon rolls his eyes but allows it. “Fine. I just want an iced caramel macchiato.”
Hoseok nods and picks his way through the throng of tables toward the cashier. As he steps in line, he lets himself look at Namjoon more fully. Namjoon opens his bag to pull out a binder and notebook, little colorful tabs sticking out of the side.
“Sir?” he hears suddenly. His head snaps forward and he sees the cashier eyeing him amusedly. “Ah! Sorry about that, I’d like an iced caramel macchiato and an espresso.”
“Yes sir, that’ll be $11.83.”
Hoseok hands her the money and steps to the side, watching as they prepare his order. A few moments later, he’s holding his small ceramic cup and saucer in one hand and Namjoon’s large blue cup in the other.
“Here you go, one iced caramel macchiato!”
“Ah, I’m sorry I said iced americano.” Namjoon says with a straight face.
Hoseok looks down at the cup, then back at Namjoon, before cursing quietly and placing his own cup down to pick up Namjoon’s again. Namjoon wraps a hand around his cup and laughs, saying, “ah I’m sorry, I’m only kidding. This is perfect, thank you.”
Hoseok lets out a puff in both relief and exasperation. “Yah, we’ve only just met each other and you’re already treating me like Yoongi!”
Namjoon chuckles, watching as Hoseok plops down into his seat in faux irritation. “Ah, I’m sorry Hoseok-ssi. How can I make it up to you?” he asks.
“Well for one you don’t have to be so formal. What year were you born?” Hoseok asks.
“I’m a 94’ liner.”
“Ah, we’re the same age! You can call me Hobi then.” Hoseok says happily.
With a grin, Namjoon nods and takes a sip of his drink. With a small groan that makes Hoseok blush to the tips of his ear, he says, “I love this place. They make the best macchiatos in the area.”
“I’ve admittedly only been here once. I keep forgetting it’s here, nestled in the corner like it is.”
“Yeah, they don’t really get much service but it stays peaceful in here because of that. The old ajumma that owns this place is wealthy, so she doesn’t really need to rely on customers to stay afloat.”
“Oh that’s really cool! I’ll have to start coming here more. It really is very peaceful. Perfect for our tutoring sessions.”
Namjoon nods with a smile, and clears his throat as he straightens himself, tuning into his professional mode.
“Right, so usually when I tutor people I use the first session to basically just go over what you may need help with, get to know you a little so you’re more comfortable with me.”
Hoseok pulls in a breath and puffs his cheeks out for a moment before letting it out in a huff. “I need help with everything. Hardly any of it really makes any sense to me half the time. I hate it.”
Namjoon nods, taking a sip of his drink as he stares at the table, his jaw jutted out as he concentrates. “I think we should start at the beginning then. I’ll give you a crash course in all the stuff that should be on the finals, and we can go through it all with a fine tooth comb to make sure you understand the material.”
Hoseok nods, his shoulders falling. “I don’t like feeling this dumb.”
Namjoon reaches a hand across the table, setting his large hand over Hoseok’s, stopping his fingers from fidgeting. “I don’t like science much myself, usually. We’re only human. Everyone has their subjects they can’t stand nor do well in. I can’t stand math, and I only took it because it was a general ed. I stopped when I had all the necessary credits. That subject constantly made me feel dumb. But you aren’t dumb, you’re human. Only robots are good at everything. We can’t all aspire to be robots. Well, not the sane half of us.”
“Jimin is the exception to that, I think. Who likes math and chemistry? Only humans aspiring to be robots.” Hoseok says as he looks out the window.
“Park Jimin? Yeah, he’s an exception. One of the only people I know that could talk you into doing something you hate with his sweet innocent tones, then tear you to shreds in the blink of an eye.”
“Only to people he doesn’t like.” Hoseok defends, laughing.
“Oh no, he’s roped me into doing things for him and my cousin that I really had rather not have done.”
“I almost forgot Taehyung is your cousin. It’s like our lives are almost woven together. Tae clung to me and Yoongi the day he met us with a little Jungkook grasped tightly behind him. You’ve known Yoongi since you were underground, and I’ve known him since day one in college. Jimin started dating Yoongs about five months ago. They’d been dancing around each other for so long, it was getting gross.”
Namjoon laughs, saying, “I’m not surprised about Tae. When he meets someone that he deems nice enough he won’t let you go. That’s how he met Jungkook. Poor kid asked him for directions on his first day and Taehyung wouldn’t let him go.”
“It’s the eyes.” Hoseok says.
“Definitely the eyes.” Namjoon agrees, nodding grimly.
“I haven’t seen Yoongi in so long, I didn’t even realize he was going to the same university as me. I really only ever hang out with Tae and Jungkook. I’ve met Jimin a few times, but I never really put together that the Yoongi he was dating was the Yoongi I knew.” Namjoon adds.
Hoseok nods, and says, “yeah, he seems happy to have met you again. He’s probably ready to talk to someone somewhat sane again. All he has is our upperclassman Jin who just graduated, but even he can get rowdy.”
Namjoon chuckles, and says, “well we’ll all have to get together one night and get to know each other as a group. Seems that Jin is the only one I’m not familiar with.”
Hoseok nods excitedly and takes another sip of his espresso. “So, you think you can handle teaching this big ol’ noodle how to talk in anatomical terms?”
Namjoon grins widely, intertwining his fingers as he rests his chin on them and says, “bring it.”
***
“And what is it when someone can’t grow hair?”
“Alllllllllll…..” Hoseok trails off, nose scrunched cutely as he tilts his head up and digs around in his muddy brain for the answer.
“...lopecia.” Namjoon finishes with an amused little grin.
“Ahh Namjoon-ah!” Hoseok whines. “I was going to say that.”
“Of course, Hobi.”
“I’m your hyung.” Hoseok says sulkily.
“By only a handful of months.” Namjoon says with a snort.
“Still counts.” Hoseok says, sticking his tongue out at the younger. “How do you remember this stuff, anyway? I thought you don’t like science.”
“I don’t like the science that requires a ton of math.” Namjoon says, tilting his head to the side as he thinks up his response.
“I like to wonder how things work. How clocks tick, how the world revolves. Anatomy is like a huge puzzle that I teach myself how to solve. I find it enormously fascinating that without our muscles and tendons and ligaments, we would basically be bags of bone and skin. We wouldn’t be able to move, we’d rot wherever we sat. Well, and we wouldn’t exist past the first human, so the rest would be moot.”
He looks down and sees Hoseok staring at him in horror. Namjoon bursts into loud laughter, choking out between howls, “okay- that wasn’t the prettiest imagery, but you get the idea!”
Someone from the table next to them glares over at Namjoon and he puts his hand over his mouth to stifle his giggles as Hoseok recovers. “That. Was an, um, interesting way of putting it. I get it? But it was very interesting to listen to.”
Namjoon removes his hand and grins at Hoseok sheepishly. “Sorry. Tae always tells me that I can be a little intense sometimes. I don’t really know how to talk in the weird riddles he uses.”
“No please don’t do that.” Hoseok says quickly. “I don’t think even Kook knows what he’s talking about half the time.”
“I don’t know what he’s saying all the time, and I understand Shakespeare.” Namjoon says.
“I’ve never really read any of it.” Hoseok says.
“The Korean translations are okay, but I prefer to read it in english. Gives it a more authentic feel.” Namjoon replies, flipping a page in his notebook.
“You speak english?” Hoseok asks, amazed.
“Yeah, pretty well. I’m not 100% fluent in it, but I can understand most of it.”
“Is there anything you can’t do?”
“I can’t speak spanish or greek.” Namjoon says.
“Yet. I don’t doubt it would take long for you to get the hang of it.” Hoseok grumbles.
Namjoon chuckles and continues with their studying.
“Now, what closes and seals off the lower airway when swallowing?”
“Oh! I know this one! It’s the epi-something….” Hoseok says, wracking his brain. Namjoon watches him fondly as he pinches his mouth together, as if pouting at himself for not knowing right away.
“Epiglottis!” Hoseok says victoriously. Namjoon smiles softly and nods. “Yep. What’s-”
Hoseok’s phone starts ringing suddenly, causing them both to jump and cutting Namjoon’s next question off. “Oh, sorry! I forgot that I turned the volume back up last night.” Hoseok says, reaching for his phone with a frown.
“Jimin-ah? What’s wrong?”
Namjoon watches as Hoseok’s frown smooths out and the elder smiles. “I’d love to! I haven’t been out in a while. Can I call you back later, though? I’m with Namjoon-ah right now. I need to focus.”
Hoseok stares at his cup of espresso for a moment before looking up at Namjoon.
“Jimin wants to go out with everyone tonight to the bar. Do you want to join us?”
Namjoon raises his eyebrows in surprise. They had all talked about getting together as a group, but hadn’t really made any concrete plans. “Sure, I could use a night out.”
Hoseok beams and relays the message to Jimin before hanging up with an excited goodbye. “They’re going to send you the address, they want to meet at around six.”
Namjoon looks down at his watch and blinks in surprise. They had been sitting there for two hours already.
“It’s already two, I didn’t mean to keep you so long. We can stop it here and revisit next weekend. You’re doing really good so far, I think with another few weekends you’ll be as good as me.”
Hoseok blushes as he averts his eyes down toward the table, picking at a stain on the wood. “Ah, don’t be ridiculous, I’m not that smart.”
Namjoon rolls his eyes and begins packing his things away into his bag. “I think you’re smarter than what you give yourself credit for, Hobi. Go home and get ready, I’m going to take a nap before I meet you guys.”
Hoseok nods and stands, walking out with Namjoon before parting ways with a wave and walking home.
***
“Okay, so you know how we made you look cute the first time you met with Joonie? Well now we’re going to make you drop dead gorgeous.” Jimin states, holding his makeup bag like a weapon.
Hoseok eyes the bag skeptically but nods slowly. “Whatever it takes to make him shove me up against a wall.”
“That’s the spirit!” Jimin cries. He hears Taehyung gagging in the living room but they ignore him.
“Why do I suddenly feel so afraid for Joon-hyung?” Jungkook asks from somewhere in the apartment. They hear Yoongi reply, “because an incubus is about to create another one, and Joon won’t stand a chance.”
Hoseok hears his door open and close, followed by, “hello all, I am here to grace you with my worldwide handsomeness.”
Jimin looks down and they both say in sync, “Jin’s here.”
Jimin giggles and begins applying eyeshadow to Hoseok’s eyes. “I’m gonna use a rosy color to make your eyes look sharper around the eyeliner. Everything about you is sharp, really. Your jaw could cut diamonds, you know.”
Hoseok grins, swatting at Jimin’s arm. “Aiigo, don’t flatter your hyung.”
Jimin giggles and continues applying the foundation, stepping away to eye his makeup critically every now and then. After adding a little lip gloss, he says, “okay, now we’re going to go get you in your clothes and then you can see the glorious masterpiece I’ve created. I almost feel sorry for Joonie.”
Hoseok rolls his eyes but follows Jimin out of the bathroom without peeking at the mirror. Jimin hasn’t told him what he’s wearing today, so it’s safe to say Hoseok is ready to see what he’ll be wearing.
Jimin pushes Hoseok onto his bed, strutting to his closet like it’s his own. “Close your eyes, hyung. I want you to be awed when you look at yourself.”
Hoseok raises an eyebrow and says, “you’re going to dress me, now?”
“Yes, now shut up and close your eyes.”
Shaking his head, Hoseok obliges. He feels Jimin tug on his shirt and raises his arms. “This feels weird. Does Yoongi know you’re undressing me?”
“He does, he’s sitting on his bed right now.”
“Hush, I want to see your masterpiece.” he hears Yoongi scold.
“Hyung we’re literally only going to be in here for a few minutes. See, his shirt is already buttoned. Now the pants are going to be a little difficult… Take your pants off, hyung.”
“Jesus this feels wrong.” Hoseok grumbles, stepping out of his sleep pants. The shirt feels flowy and light, but the jeans feel anything but.
He immediately knows he’s being put into his black leather jeans. He owns two pairs, and these are the pair with three black leather belts that wrap around his left thigh. A silver chain hooks from the top belt to his belt loop at his hip in the front and back.
Jimin helps him stand and he walks toward his floor to ceiling mirror. “Okay, open your eyes.”
Hoseok opens his eyes, and is struck with the creature in the mirror. Jimin has turned him into a god. The shirt is a thin black flowy material that’s been buttoned only halfway, showing off his toned chest. It’s tucked in loosely at the sides, the sleeves hemmed at his elbow.
The flowery design almost blends into the black, little silk black flowers against the thin black fabric. Hoseok can’t help but stare at himself, taking in his form. He knows he cleans up well, but damn!
“Holy shit, if Joonie doesn’t want you tonight I’ll take you.” they hear Jin say from the doorway.
Jimin and Hoseok fall into giggles as everyone looks him up from head to toe. “You never fail to amaze me, Jimin.” Yoongi breathes.
“My cousin is going to faint.” Taehyung deadpans.
***
They reach the bar and Hoseok spots Namjoon immediately. “Holy shit, what the fuck.” he chokes.
Taehyung looks at his cousin and snickers. “I forgot to mention; Namjoon cleans up well, too.”
“Well?! Holy shit I’m not going to survive this night if I don’t have him in someone’s bed by the time the clock hits midnight. God, I thought he was sexy as a professor. This is… what the fuck.”
Namjoon spots them as Taehyung waves, and trips as he lays eyes on Hoseok. Namjoon is also wearing black leather jeans, but his thighs are threatening to split them right open. His thighs bulge as he rights himself, taking steps toward them as he drinks Hoseok in, the elder doing the same.
His shirt is more of a loose black silk button-up tank top with see-through sleeves and little silk ribbons cross over his chest like straps. His silver hair is parted and pushed back with gel, eyes lined in coal similar to Hoseok’s.
Where Hoseok is sharp and delicious, graceful yet lethal, Namjoon is jagged but bold. Elegant and desirable. Hoseok is an incubus, but Namjoon is the siren that will drag him to his demise.
“Hi.” Namjoon says breathily, reaching up to scratch his collarbone nervously.
“Hey. You- you look really good, Joon.” Hoseok stutters.
“Are we going in or are we going to play grab-ass?” Yoongi deadpans.
Hoseok looks over in time to see Jimin smack Yoongi on the arm and he giggles. “Yeah, lets go in, I’m ready to dance!” Hoseok shrieks.
As they shuffle into the cramped space, they pause to take in the sights around them.
The dance floor is swarmed with hot sweaty bodies dancing elbow to elbow. Neon lights shine from the bar with two bartenders darting back and forth behind the counter as they fill drink orders.
“Dance with me, Yoongi!” Jimin cries, tugging on Yoongi’s arm. The elder looks like he would rather do shots of fire ants but he follows anyway. The pout always knocks him over.
Jungkook, Jin and Taehyung follow the couple into the crowd, waving back to Hoseok and Namjoon, who stand near the entrance unsure how to proceed. “Er, do you want to get a drink, or…?” Namjoon begins nervously.
Hoseok eyes the dancefloor and then the counter. Both look like they would give him an elbow in the ribs. His limbs will be looser with a shot of alcohol, though. Plus, they don’t call it liquid courage for no reason.
“Let’s get a shot or two then dance.” Hoseok simpers.
Namjoon blinks, but follows the elder to the bar anyway. “What do you want to drink?” Hoseok calls, the music vibrating in their bones.
With a sudden burst of shamelessness, he replies, “how about a sex on the beach?”
Hoseok’s eyes widen as they fly to the younger’s face. His ears turn red as he clears his throat, stumbling slightly but manages to make his way to the side of the bar where the bartender is currently. “Hi! Can I get two sex on the beach’s?”
The waiter nods, hurrying to pour their drinks. A few moments later, Hoseok turns and almost trips as he sees Namjoon leaning away uncomfortably from what looks like a very pushy female. Irritation flares in Hoseok’s veins and he struts his way over, gracefully slipping the drink into Namjoon’s hand and all but plastering himself to the taller’s side as he gives the girl an obvious once over.
Satisfied, Hoseok turns around and winds an arm around the younger’s neck, holding back a giggle at the surprise in Namjoon’s eye. “Joonie let’s go dance.” Hoseok purrs, pressing his nose into the crook of Namjoon’s throat, breathing in the intoxicating smell of earthy cologne.
He hears the girl behind them huff, picking her way through the crowd as she stomps off. Hoseok peeks back and leans away when he sees they’re alone again, grinning widely up at Namjoon.
“Sorry, I saw her over here and you looked uncomfortable, so I- what’s wrong?”
Namjoon stares down at him with an unreadable expression, his breathing laboured. Before Hoseok can open his mouth and apologize, Namjoon tips his drink back and finishes it in one gulp, before leaning down to nip at the skin behind Hoseok’s ear.
“Hurry and drink that so we can dance, Hoseok.” he commands with a rumble.
Hoseok feels his heart stutter in his chest and feels warmth gather in his groin, hurriedly tossing the contents of his own cup down his throat without tasting a drop. They discard their glasses on the bar before making their way to an unoccupied space in the crowd.
As they reach a suitable hole in the throng of bodies, the song changes. Cyclone by Baby Bash and T Pain begins to pound the air around them, the bass rattling their skeletons as they move their bodies to the song.
Hoseok grins in excitement as he hears the song begin, screaming, “I love this fucking song!”
The elder wraps his arms around the younger’s neck, giving him a sultry look as he begins to twirl his hips, sliding down Namjoon as he lets the music steer his muscles. Namjoon’s not much of a dancer, but he bobs his head absently as he watches Hoseok with dark eyes, his hands itching to grab at the elder’s sinful thighs.
As he reaches Namjoon’s height again, he turns his body and takes Namjoon’s wrists, bringing them up to cage him against the younger’s chest. Namjoon takes control of his hands and grips the elder’s waist, tightening his hold with a sharp inhale as Hoseok grinds subtly into Namjoon’s growing erection.
The song changes again, Smack That by Akon and Eminem spilling from the speakers now. Hoseok moves his body quicker to match the pace, swinging his hips left and right as he turns his head to eye Namjoon, peeking up at the taller through his eyelashes.
Namjoon slides a hand up Hoseok’s side, fingers caressing his shirt covered skin until it cups the elder’s neck. Slowly, as if giving the elder enough time to back away, Namjoon lowers his head.
With a wicked grin, Hoseok leans up and captures the elder in a searing kiss. What little restraint Namjoon had, ever the picture of perfect patience, snaps as he immediately deepens the kiss, his other hand moving to wrap around the elder’s waist to turn him and pull him tight to his chest. The hand around Hoseok’s neck moves to encircle the back of it, fingers playing with the smaller hairs at the base of Hoseok’s skull.
Hoseok melts into Namjoon’s hold, whimpering, lost in the music around them as he feels Namjoon’s teeth catch on his bottom lip. A tongue licks along the bite, asking for entrance which Hoseok grants happily.
Namjoon twists his tongue around Hoseok’s, arm tightening around his waist as he moves back to catch his breath. “God damn, Hoseok. I’ve wanted to do that for weeks.”
Hoseok’s brain is still trying to reboot from the dancing, and he stares up at him bewildered. He catches Jimin’s eye behind Namjoon, the smaller smirking and sending a wink while Taehyung looks grossed out beside him.
With a grin, Hoseok looks back at Namjoon and leans up, yelling into his ear, “do you want to dance somewhere more private?”
Namjoon’s pupils widen as he nods once sharply, clamping a hand around Hoseok’s wrist and turning on his heel to hurry them out of the building.
“We just got here!” Jin whines when he sees Namjoon making his way toward them. Namjoon nods, telling him, “you don’t have to leave but we are.”
To Taehyung, he says, “call me before you come over for lunch tomorrow. Don’t use your key.”
Taehyung gags, causing Hoseok to giggle, and they walk out into the warm spring air. They call an Uber and spill into the car, drunk on the feel of each other. Namjoon greets the driver and they’re on their way.
Namjoon lives in an apartment about ten minutes from the bar. It’s a tall brick building that looks to have been built years ago. The lobby is old and dated, but admittedly has a traditional charm to it.
Namjoon lives in the top apartment, so they file into the elevator at the right side of the brightly lit lobby. Namjoon almost trips over a blue old fashioned claw chair but they make it to the lobby with a chorus of giggles.
As soon as the doors close and Namjoon pushes the twelfth floor button, Hoseok finds his hips gripped once again by Namjoon’s large hand, back coming in contact roughly with the smooth silver wall behind him.
Namjoon presses forward eagerly, pressing his hips flush with Hoseok’s and groaning deliciously into the elder’s mouth. “I can’t concentrate when you look like this.” Namjoon gaps, taking in the disheveled state of the elder.
“When I saw you tonight I swear I started drooling. Fucking shit, Hoseok, you’re the most enchanting creature on this Earth.”
Hoseok gasps as he feels Namjoon’s teeth sink lightly into his throat, a broken moan falling into the air between them. “Me? You should look in the mirror, Namjoon. I swear my brain liquified when I saw you tonight.” Hoseok breathes.
“I was ready to back you up against the building and just fuck you against the wall, but I figured I’d give you the luxury of a bed the first time.” Namjoon says sultrily. Hoseok groans at the words, giddy at the idea of this not being a one-time thing.
“Take me wherever you want. I’d follow you to hell.” Hoseok slurs.
Namjoon inhales shakily against his throat and backs away when the elevator doors open, dragging him quickly behind him as he marches down the hall to his apartment.
Fumbling for his keys, he manages to shove the key in the lock, pushing the door open and stepping to the side in invitation for the elder to enter.
Hoseok looks around as Namjoon closes and bolts his door, feeling arms wind around his waist as the taller places little butterfly kisses over his skin. Giggling, Hoseok says, “you live here all alone? It looks like you half at least half of the top floor all to yourself.”
“I do. There are only two apartments up here. It’s definitely more expensive, but the view is breathtaking.”
Namjoon steers them toward the large window that Hoseok somehow missed, pulling a string and opening the curtains. The window is huge, spanning three quarters of the wall and going from the floor to the ceiling.
Hoseok gasps as he takes in the sight below him. Namjoon kisses Hoseok’s temple, whispering, “do you want to give everyone a show?”
Hoseok gives him a questioning look, and is promptly turned around and pressed gently against the glass. “This is bulletproof glass. Don’t ask me why. The previous tenant had it installed, but it’s perfect for fucking against.”
Hoseok throws his head back against the glass, just now noticing that it has to be at least three inches thick. His eyes lock back onto Namjoon’s and he purrs, “fuck me, Namjoon-ah.”
Namjoon curses under his breath, careening forward to glue his lips to Hoseok’s and chases his addictive taste. His fingers move and hurriedly unbutton the elder’s shirt, pushing it from his shoulders and letting it slip to the ground as he finally slides his fingers over smooth caramel skin.
Hoseok paws at his chest, attempting to do the same to Namjoon. With a chuckle, Namjoon all but rips the shirt from his chest, crowding Hoseok against the glass. A loud gasp escapes Hoseok as he feels the cold glass on him, but evens into a moan as he feels warm skin against his own.
Namjoon reaches down, fingers playing with the edge of Hoseok’s waistband, dipping his thumbs behind the fabric and massaging little circles into Hoseok’s hip bones, driving the elder crazy.
“These- take these off-” he babbles, wrapping his arms around Namjoon’s neck as the younger pushes the fabric down and away. Hoseok balances on Namjoon while he steps out of his pants, thinking for a moment before dropping his underwear and discarding them as well.
Namjoon’s eyes widen as he takes in Hoseok’s naked form, mouth watering at the expanse of smooth skin.
In a frantic hurry, Namjoon slips out of his own remaining constrictions and bends to grip at the backs of Hoseok’s thighs, pulling him up and pressing him against the glass more firmly. Hoseok gasps and wraps his legs around Namjoon’s waist, throwing his head back in a delicious moan at the feeling of Namjoon’s erection pressing against his own.
Namjoon reaches up with one hand, fingers sliding up Hoseok’s muscular thigh to his ass, gripping his cheek and squeezing before slipping a finger around to prod at the elder’s entrance.
He freezes when his finger pokes at something hard.
Hoseok giggles at the awe stricken look the younger sends him. “I wasn’t sure how tonight would turn out, but I wanted to be prepared.”
Namjoon groans at the thought of Hoseok fingering himself open for this, inserting the plug into himself to ensure easy prep.
“Jesus fuck, Hoseok, you’re going to be the death of me.”
Hoseok’s giggles choke off into strangled moans as Namjoon presses on the plug, pulling it out slowly and fucking Hoseok with it while keeping his eyes trained on the elder’s fucked out expression.
“I-if you don’t st-ah-stop that, I’m going to cum before we- god right there- before we get to the good stuff.” Hoseok stutters, heaving ragged breaths as he claws at Namjoon’s shoulder blades.
Namjoon chuckles breathlessly before easing the plug out of the elder entirely. Hoseok’s jaw goes slack as he feels it leave, his walls clinging to it desperately.
A thought occurs to Namjoon and he curses. Hoseok looks at him in confusion and Namjoon smiles apologetically. “Looks like we’ll have to save the window for another night. Lube’s in the bedroom.”
Before Hoseok can let himself down, Namjoon’s hands move to tighten around Hoseok’s thighs and he lifts him, the elder gasping and wrapping his arms more securely around Namjoon’s neck.
He walks them to the bedroom, kicking the door open with a loud bang! before depositing Hoseok onto his soft duvet.
Crawling over him, Namjoon wedges a thigh between Hoseok’s spread legs and presses up into his erection, muffling a startled moan with his lips.
Hoseok clings to Namjoon tightly as the younger moves, rubbing his leg against the elder’s cock as he reaches over and yanks his bedside drawer open, fishing out the lube. “Do you want a condom or no?” he breathes.
“I want to feel you.” Hoseok says, arching into Namjoon in anticipation.
Nodding frantically, Namjoon fumbles to pop the lid, squirting a generous amount over his fingers before lowering his hand and thrusting a finger into Hoseok.
With a yelp, Hoseok jumps, throwing his head back and clawing at Namjoon’s back. “Sorry, didn’t want to wait. It’s a little cold, I know.”
Hoseok gasps as he feels Namjoon’s finger move around inside, feeling another finger quickly join the other. “Joon-ah, fuck me, I’m ready”
Namjoon nips at the elder’s collarbone but obliges. He gasps sharply when he feels the cold lube on his hard cock, moving his hand to spread the cool liquid over his erection before pressing the tip to Hoseok’s core as he stretches the elder’s legs apart.
“Are you ready, Hobi?” Namjoon rumbles, fingers digging into the elder’s thighs. “Yes, now fuck me like you mean it. Break me in half.”
With a snarl, Namjoon slides in sharply with one thrust and stills for a few heartbeats, allowing Hoseok to adjust and willing himself not to cum on the spot. Hoseok’s head thrashes side to side as he arches upward, nearly breaking his spine as he thrusts down onto Namjoon’s cock. “Fuck, god damn you feel so good, god you’re going to fuck me so good.” Hoseok babbles.
Namjoon takes that as a go-ahead, pulling out to slam back in and eliciting a near scream of pleasure. He gives a cheshire grin and begins a brutal pace, pistoning in and out with vicious strokes.
Hoseok grapples pitifully for something to fist in his white-knuckled grip, opting to clamp his fingers around fistfulls of bedsheet.
Namjoon leans down and attaches his lips anywhere he can easily access. Hoseok squeaks when Namjoon licks over his nipple, taking the bud between his teeth and gently pulling. He whimpers when the other bud is given the same treatment, one hand coming up to twist into Namjoon’s hair.
Namjoon licks up from the elder’s nipple to his throat, sucking a dark hickey into his skin. Hoseok cries out when he feels teeth, fingers tightening in Namjoon’s hair and causing the younger to buck harshly in reaction.
“Oh- oh that’s good-” Hoseok gasps.
Namjoon moves to the other side of Hoseok’s neck, sucking another hickey to partner the first, and begins bucking into the elder sharply and more accurately into his prostate, causing the elder to melt into a babbling puddle as his brain shuts down.
Namjoon begins to feel the spark behind his groin and groans, picking up the pace before taking Hoseok’s cock in his hand, still slick with lube, and flicks his wrist as he matches his hand to the speed of his thrusts.
Hoseok’s body locks up, his jaw unhinged as he bucks under Namjoon, creamy white ropes spilling from his cock onto his stomach.
Namjoon’s orgasm isn’t far behind, and he bites down on the elder’s shoulder as he cums into the man, shuddering as he milks himself into the elder’s body.
They lie there for a moment catching their breath, before Hoseok grunts, “Joonie you’re crushing me.”
Namjoon huffs a laugh and moves, easing himself out of the elder gently before standing on wobbly legs, moving toward the bathroom to get a warm wet wash towel. Hoseok admires his ass as he walks away, giggling in his orgasmic afterglow.
Namjoon comes back after cleaning himself off, moving toward Hoseok to wipe the cum clean from his body, grimacing in apology when Hoseok bats weakly at his hand when he wipes over the elder’s spent cock.
“Sorry baby, almost done.” he murmurs.
Namjoon tosses the towel into his dirty clothes hamper and climbs back into bed, wrapping an arm around the elder’s waist and tugging him against his chest as he maneuvers the covers around them.
“Can we go on a date tomorrow, Joonie?” Hoseok asks sleepily. Namjoon grins stupidly and nuzzles into Hoseok’s temple. “I’d love to. I’ve been wanting to ask you on a date since I watched you trip over your desk.”
Hoseok lets out an embarrassed groan, smacking Namjoon’s ass and muttering, “that was so mortifying. Falling in front of a god. Who does that.”
Namjoon laughs at that, delightedly saying, “a god, huh? Thought a god by a little wood nymph. How fitting.”
“Shut up and go to sleep, Joon-ah.” Hoseok grumbles.
***
“Joonie?”
Namjoon twitches in his sleep, slowly being pulled to the surface of consciousness as he hears someone call his name. Opening his eyes, he sees Hoseok beside him, fast asleep and looking lovelier than ever.
Namjoon turns and looks at his door, grunting when he sees his cousin’s eye peeking in through a crack in the bedroom door.
“Tae?” he croaks. “Didn’t I say not to use your key?”
“I had to pee really bad and my hands were full of takeout boxes. Jiminie and Kook are in the living room.”
Namjoon groans, wrapping his arms tighter around Hoseok and burying his head in the elder’s neck. “Go away.”
“Hyung I love you but I don’t think I’ll be able to keep Jungkook-ah from eating your chicken.”
Namjoon ignores him, huffing in relief when he hears the younger walk away from the door.
“We better get up and get dressed before those three demons eat our food.” he hears Hoseok grumble crankily.
Namjoon grins, pressing his lips to the elder’s throat fondly. “Good morning, Hob-ah. Did you sleep okay?”
“Best sleep I’ve ever had, before your demon cousin woke us up.”
Namjoon giggles, saying, “that’s the calmest way he’s ever woken me up. Usually he’ll jump on me or shove me off the bed. It turns out having a naked nymph in my bed gets me woken nicely.”
Hoseok grunts, pressing his nose into Namjoon’s hair. “Come on babe, I need food and coffee.”
Namjoon nods, reluctantly pulling away from Hoseok and grinning down at him in adoration as the elder stretches out. His eyes spot dark marks on his neck and he feels a flash of possessive pride run through him.
“Ah, it’s nice seeing those.” Namjoon hums.
Hoseok looks at him in confusion before he touches his neck and rolls his eyes. “What? Is it wrong for me to love knowing people will see those and think ‘damn, someone’s already claimed that lovely creature.’” Namjoon purrs, leaning down to press his lips to Hoseok’s.
Taehyung gags in the living room, giggles following and Namjoon huffs. “I need to change my locks, I really do. ‘Give your cousin a spare key, Joon-ah, it’ll be good, Joon-ah.’ Yeah okay, mom.”
Namjoon gives Hoseok some clothes to wear that he’s grown out of, moving to the bathroom when properly dressed and lends Hoseok a spare toothbrush under the sink.
When they finally emerge from the bedroom, they see their maknaes sitting around Namjoon’s living room, Jimin watching Jungkook and Taehyung play Mario Kart.
“-I’m just saying, you can’t fake the leg shake. That’s how you know you’re fucking the right spots.” Taehyung says as he struggles to pass Jungkook.
“Yeah, Hobi, you don’t fake your leg shake, do you?” Namjoon says smugly. Hoseok gapes at Namjoon and Taehyung crashes into a wall as he drops the controller and screeches. “I DON’T WANT TO KNOW THAT OH MY GOD STOP!”
Namjoon howls with laughter and high fives Jimin as Jungkook cackles from his spot, winning the game.
Hoseok giggles as he watches Taehyung roll from side to side, his hands clamped over his ears. “It’s bad enough I walked in to your clothes strewn all over the living room with the window wide open and a butt plug on the floor. I think there’s even a butt imprint on the glass!” the younger whines.
Hoseok’s ears turn red and he covers his face in mortification. Namjoon smacks his cousin upside the head. “Stop embarrassing my boyfriend and shut up.”
“You started it!” Taehyung shrieks, just as Hoseok says, “boyfriend?”
Namjoon pauses and looks over nervously. “It slipped out. Uh- that’s not- You don’t have to-”
Hoseok lunges forward, wrapping his arms around Namjoon’s neck and kisses him soundly on the mouth. “I’ve never wanted anything else in my entire life more than I want to be your boyfriend.”
Namjoon’s shoulders sag in relief and he cups Hoseok’s cheek lovingly. “Then you’ll be my boyfriend.”
Taehyung sniffles and jumps to his feet, wrapping them both in a hug as he cries loudly into their shoulders. “That’s so fucking sweet oh my god I can’t stand it!” he cries.
Jungkook and Jimin look at each other, rolling their eyes at the boy’s antics.
Namjoon rubs his cousin’s back and pecks Hoseok’s mouth, thinking, yeah. He couldn’t be happier than right now.