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“So,” Jungkook says, sitting down and Yoongi barely has the energy to keep himself breathing after that dance practice and he’d really just like if Jungkook could fuck off. Don’t get him wrong, he loves their little maknae, snark and all, but seriously.
“So,” he starts again, “Namjoon has a big dick.”
“Namjoon hyung has a big dick,” Yoongi cuts in with a sigh and presses his sweaty cheek harder into the cold floor.
Jungkook takes a sip from his water bottle and then holds it out to Yoongi. He thinks about it for a minute but the effort it would take to extend his arm and sit up is too much, so he shakes his head and closes his eyes.
It’s a little weird that Jungkook is even here. He’ll usually go bother Hoseok or Jimin after dance practice, buzzing around them until they’re ready to run through it again. Yoongi sighs wistfully as he recalls being that young and having a refractory period that short and-
Wait.
Yoongi nearly slams his head against the floor as he pushes himself up to his knees, palms still slick with sweat, but he’s too busy staring at Jungkook and trying not to choke on his tongue to worry about it.
“What did you just say?”
“Hm,” Jungkook says distractedly, pulling his gaze from where it had been focused on Jin preening in front of the mirror to blink in Yoongi’s direction, “I said Namjoon has a big dick.”
“Namjoon hyung.” Yoongi snaps weakly.
Jungkook nods and shrugs, returning his gaze to Jin, who is now taking a series of selcas.
“Jungkook-ah,” Yoongi starts and then his brain cycles through questions that vary from ‘how the fuck do you know this’ to ‘why have you seen it and I haven’t’ before it settles somewhere in the vincity of ‘was it pretty’ and Yoongi is not fucking going there, “was it pretty?”
“Jin hyung is pretty.” Jungkook sighs wistfully and Yoongi has never been happier that Jungkook only ever seems to pay attention to Jin. Even though he’s talking to his hyung.
“How. How do you know what Namjoon’s dick looks like?”
“I walked in on him jacking off in the shower.”
Yoongi forces out a sharp “language!” and tries not to die as his mind tries to paint a very nice picture for him.
Jungkook glances at him. “I walked in on him relieving himself in the shower?”
Yoongi nods and ignores the look Jungkook is throwing his way.
“Go play with Jin hyung.” Jungkook is gone before Yoongi can even finish the sentence. Brat.
Things are busy after that. More dance practices and clothes fittings and photoshoots and interviews and Yoongi is so busy he barely has time to get off. He thinks that might be a good thing considering he can’t stop thinking about Namjoon’s apparently huge dick.
Like. It’s not in a sex way. Yoongi doesn’t want to put his mouth on it or anything. He doesn’t want to press Namjoon’s hips down into the mattress and mouth at his cock until he’s begging for it and-
Yoongi just wants to know how big is big.
Big is such a vague word. Like, Yoongi isn’t bragging or anything but he’s got a pretty nice dick himself and dude’s compare dicks right. Comparing dicks is totally a dude thing to do. It’s not like Yoongi hopes Namjoon’s dick is nice and big and pretty and-
Yoongi just wants to know how big is big. So he’s going to find out.
The universe is on Yoongi’s side because next time they have a photoshoot Namjoon gets handed a pair of skintight leather pants.
They are really nice pants and Jin is in the corner to Yoongi’s left whining about how he wants to wear something like that and Jungkook is looking dazedly between the pants and Jin’s ass. Namjoon is laughing at Jungkook, a booming, ugly thing that makes his eyes disappear and his head tip back to show the long, smooth, sadly unmarred line of his throat.
Yoongi lets his eyes slide down until they settle around his thighs which are currently clad in tight denim and Yoongi replaces the denim with leather in his mind. He slouches further down into his chair at the thought and the coordi noona fixing his hair sighs aggressively, rolling her eyes when he tries to smile sweetly at her in apology.
“Uh, hyung.” A quiet voice says from somewhere behind Yoongi and Namjoon’s laughter trails off as they all turn to look at the source of the voice.
Jimin is standing there, a flush on his cheeks and a pair of tight leather pants pulled halfway up his thighs. He pouts as he gestures at Namjoon. “Hyung, I need those ones. You were supposed to wait outside the room.”
Namjoon laughs again as he ambles in Jimin’s direction and tosses an arms over his shoulders to pull him in the direction of the changing rooms.
Yoongi slowly turns back around in his chair and meets his own reflection in the mirror, lips pursed in something that is definitely not a pout.
He needs a new plan.
He doesn’t get his next chance for another week but this is perfect. It’s just him and Namjoon in the studio, slowly working through some beats and lyrics they had penned during the week.
It’s close to four am and Yoongi hasn’t gotten more than three hours of sleep a night in over a week so he stretches his arms over his head and says, voice thick, “Namjoonie, I’ve never seen your dick.”
Namjoon jerks so violently that he nearly tips out of his chair and Yoongi reaches a foot out to steady him while he swallows his laughter.
“Hyung, what,” he says and his words slur a little and his hair is flat on the left side from when he’d fallen asleep on the desk an hour ago and the laughter in Yoongi’s chest dies out quickly to be replaced by a rising surge of feelings.
“Your dick,” he repeats and it sounds fond and Yoongi really needs to work on separating his emotions and his words.
Namjoon is a little more awake now as he squints at Yoongi. “My dick.” Yoongi nods, letting his tongue run quickly along his lower lip.“You want to see my dick?”
Yoongi nods again.
“Why?”
Yoongi’s words are all tangled up on his head and he’s so busy focusing on not saying ‘pretty’ that he doesn’t really pay attention to what he is saying. “Bros. We’re bros. We’ve been friends for, like, 5 years. We sleep in the same room. And it’s totally a dude thing to look at each others dicks. For, you know, comparison. Size, for example. Size comparison. You know. Bros.”
Namjoon blinks, once, twice and then he’s curling into himself he’s laughing so hard. It’s loud and jarring in the quiet of the studio and cancels out all of Yoongi’s protestations.
“Hyung,” Namjoon chokes out once he’s calmed down a little, “you need to sleep.”
Yoongi leaves, muttering under his breath as Namjoon’s laughter follows him out of the room. He never knew seeing a dick would require this much fucking work.
Yoongi is lying face down on the couch when someone drapes themselves over his back and loops their arms around his waist. He grunts but the person just clings even more, tucking their face into his neck and upping the aggressiveness by four. Yoongi just accepts it at this point and shuffles slightly to make it more comfortable for both of them. The person makes a pleased noise and Yoongi turns his head to see a mop of black hair.
The person lifts their head slightly and Yoongi sighs when he meets Hoseok’s smiling eyes. “What do you want.”
Hoseok leans in until his nose is mashed up against Yoongi’s cheek and looks around slightly before whispering, “Namjoonie has a big dick.”
He starts to giggle loudly, face buried in Yoongi’s neck again as Yoongi calmly registers the information.
“HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW THAT? HAS EVERYONE SEEN HIS DICK BUT ME!”
“Uh,” a voice cuts in and Yoongi turns his head to the right to see Jin standing there, staring at them with wide eyes.
“Jungkook is crying in his room.” Yoongi says quickly and Jin is tearing down the hallway.
It takes a moment for Yoongi to notice that Hoseok has frozen on top of him. “Jungkook is crying?” He asks, voice tinged with worry and Yoongi remembers a second too late that Hoseok is a fucking mother.
“I was,” he starts, but the weight is already off his back and there are footsteps hurrying in the direction of Jungkook’s room, “lying.”
Yoongi sighs and smushes his face back into the couch cushions, wondering if he can smother himself and why the fuck Hoseok knows what Namjoon’s dick looks like.
Their schedules pick up double time and Yoongi is ready to give the whole dick debacle up. It doesn’t really matter that he hasn’t seen Namjoon’s dick but apparently every other member of their group has. He doesn’t care. It doesn’t mean anything. Maybe he’s got a hard on that won’t leave him the fuck alone whenever he thinks about Namjoon or is within ten feet of him, but really, it doesn’t matter.
It doesn’t matter so Yoongi clearly doesn’t freak out when the photographer wants him and Namjoon to do a series of shots that has him laying out between Namjoon’s legs.
It’s not a problem at all that Namjoon has an arm looped around the entirety of Yoongi’s waist and his chin is resting on the crown of Yoongi’s head. It’s definitely not a problem that Yoongi is slumped against Namjoon’s chest and his ass is pressed up against Namjoon’s crotch, his hands laying over Namjoon’s thighs.
He keeps his breathing steady as he stares down the camera, focuses on the lyrics he was working on last night and how Taehyung and Jimin had tripped over each other in dance practice and Taehyung had somehow managed to rip all of Jimin’s shirt open.
It’s enough to keep him distracted from all the heat pressing against him but then the photographer is calling for a lens change and Yoongi swallows a sigh as he moves to sit forwards but Namjoon’s arm tightens around his waist and Yoongi ends up slumped even more into Namjoon’s chest.
“Hyung,” Namjoon whispers in his ear, voice low and steady and Yoongi fights back a shiver, “are you still thinking about my dick?”
Yoongi jerks at that but Namjoon tightens his arm again, his nose pressing into Yoongi’s hair and his lips brushing the shell of his ear and Yoongi can’t fight back that shiver. “Do you still want to see it, hyung?”
He nods once, a quick jerk of his head before he can tell his body not to and Namjoon laughs quietly, a puff of breath against the skin of Yoongi’s neck. “You can see mine if I can see yours.”
Yoongi nods again and doesn’t have to turn around to know that Namjoon is smirking sharp and cocky.
The photographer comes back before he can say anything else and the rest of the session passes in a blur.
They were the last to finish so they’re the last in the changing room. The rest of the members and the crew have already headed over to the other building to have lunch and it’s just them. Yoongi isn’t nervous because he doesn’t do nervous and the way his hands shake slightly doesn’t mean anything at all.
He closes the door and there’s a weight pressing against his back before he can turn around.
“Lock the door, hyung,” Namjoon says as his hands move down to settle low on Yoongi’s waist.
Yoongi complies, hands still shaking a little and he can’t quite swallow his gasp when Namjoon presses him forward into the cold wood of the door. Neither of them say anything and Namjoon doesn’t move, just lets his lips press lightly against the back of Yoongi’s neck. It’s barely a touch at all and Yoongi’s skin itches from it.
“Namjoon-ah,” he starts, finding his voice and it’s a little hoarse and Yoongi flushes because they haven’t even fucking done anything yet.
“Turn around.”
He waits a beat before he complies. There’s barely enough room to turn, Namjoon so close that when Yoongi settles with his back against the door he can practically count Namjoon’s eyelashes.
He smiles then, a little bit teasing as his hands drift to hover over Yoongi’s zipper, says, “can I see your dick, hyung?” and Yoongi swallows an embarrassing moan as he nods.
He pulls down the zipper quickly, no slow drag like Yoongi had expected, and shoves his jeans down his thighs the same way. He palms his bulge and Yoongi’s head falls back against the door with a half bitten off swear.
“Is this because of me?” Namjoon asks and there’s nothing teasing or smug in his voice so Yoongi’s shudders out a yes, licking his dry lips and tips his head down to meet Namjoon’s gaze.
His skin feels on fire as Namjoon hums, gaze holding as he lowers Yoongi’s underwear to settle around his thighs before he leans in to press his lips to the corner of Yoongi’s mouth. It’s barely a kiss, a quick touch that’s gone the moment Yoongi lets his eyes flutter shut.
“Pretty,” he hears and then a large hand is wrapping around his cock and Yoongi’s hips jerk forward of their own accord, a low moan spilling out of his mouth. He feels like he’s been on edge for weeks and it’s too much all at once when Namjoon moves his hand smooth and slow on Yoongi’s cock, his other arm settling to the left of Yoongi’s head and bracketing him in.
He keeps the same pace and Yoongi whines, fingers curling in Namjoon’s shirt because it’s too slow and not at all enough.
“What’s wrong, hyung?” Namjoon asks, voice tinged with false worry and Yoongi is going to fucking punch him. “Should I stop?”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Yoongi snaps, except it sounds a lot like begging and he flushes hot at the thought, “faster, more.”
“You just had to ask.”
Namjoon’s grin is sharp when he starts moving his hand faster, wrist twisting on the upstroke and it’s too dry, shooting sharp sparks of should be pain down Yoongi’s spine but the signals are getting all mixed up and it just feels good.
His hips are stuttering up into Namjoon’s hand and it’s so messy and teenage and it’s going to be over too fast because it’s been so long but Yoongi doesn’t care before there’s a pressure settling at the base of his spine and his skin feels hot and he can’t bite down on the moans forcing their way out of his chest fast enough.
He comes when Namjoon leans in to fuck his way into Yoongi’s mouth and moves his hand from the wall to tug at Yoongi’s hair. Namjoon swallows all his gasps and moans as he slowly strokes him through his orgasm, hands and mouth more gentle than before.
Yoongi’s shaking when he finally pulls back, lets his head rest back against the door as he pulls in quick, uneven breaths. He hadn’t even thought to be quiet, he realises. Someone could have come back at anytime to check on them but Yoongi can’t quite find it in himself to care.
He doesn’t move as Namjoon cleans him up and tucks him back in, sliding his jeans back up his legs but he leaves them unbuttoned and leans back in for another kiss. Yoongi lets him guide it, still a little fucked out and doesn’t bother to bite back a whine when Namjoon pulls back.
He grins, looking a little fond, and says, “hyung, we have to get dressed.”
Yoongi nods, lets Namjoon steal one more soft kiss before he’s pushing himself off the door and reaching out to collect his pile of clothes and get changed.
It’s halfway through lunch, with Namjoon a solid line of heat against his side and Jimin and Jungkook fighting over tonight’s movie choice, that Yoongi realises he never fucking saw Namjoon’s dick.