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Secret (ch.1)

cr. @thereforjkk13

Pairing: Namjoon x Jungkook

Words: 4.4K

Summary: Namjoon and Jungkook fuck A LOT. Jungkook is SO horny. They explore something new. They are SO in love and SO in denial. Namjoon wants to tell Jungkook how he feels. Bangtan's Love & Support is unmatched.

Tags: smut, porn, sex, switch!Joon, switch!JK, rough sex, anal sex, oral sex, semi-public sex, PDA, secret relationship, horny JK, I Love you, denial of feelings, angst, love, anal play, sex toys, butt plugs.

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1:54 PM

The afternoon sun peeks in through the windows as Namjoon watches Jungkook sleep. He strokes his hair, admiring his beauty.

They’ve spent many days in the last few months like this, Jungkook sleeping late into the afternoon and Namjoon just watching.

Jungkook lays on his back, the half-hard cock resting on his inner thigh can be seen through the outline of the sheets.

Namjoon pulls the sheets away and leans down, bracing himself on his arms to plant little kisses on Jungkook's tummy, drawn to his cock and nestling his face where Jungkook's thighs meet his crotch.

Jungkook stirs again, tangling a hand in Namjoon’s hair. Namjoon makes contact, dragging his tongue up Jungkook’s shaft before taking the tip into his mouth and sliding his tongue around the top.

“Hyung_” Jungkook whines, voice groggy with sleep.

Namjoon has cultivated a finesse about this now, knowing the best way to work his tongue and hands on Jungkook. He knows how to look at him and see how he’s feeling, how to drive him wild. It was foregin at first, and Namjoon had to clumsily find his own way, but now he enjoys himself, pleasing Jungkook like this.

Namjoon fully swallows Jungkook, bobbing over his shaft. Jungkook keeps his eyes closed. Sinking to the base, he tests himself to see how long he can hold Jungkook. He stifles his gags, showing off.

Looking up, Namjoon locks eyes with Jungkook, eager for his approval, wanting to show him how well he can take Jungkook down his throat.

“Fuck” Jungkook curses. He pulls Namjoon off and lets his own cock throb in the open air for a moment before pulling Namjoon's head up and crashing their lips together.

“Mmph_ fuck me…,” Jungkook whines between kisses.

Namjoon obeys, pushing Jungkook's knees apart and to his chest, wasting no time sliding inside. Jungkook cries out, still wet and open from the night before. Namjoon reaches to the nightstand and pours lube over where he's already inside Jungkook.

Locking two arms around his thighs, Namjoon shoves a tongue in his mouth, stifling moans of oversensitivity as he pounds into Jungkook again . Jungkook is moaning loudly, enjoying himself. His beautiful voice echoes in the room.

“The neighbors are gonna hear you,” Namjoon warns through thrusts, though he loves it. Namjoon would love for everyone to know Jungkook is making these sounds because of him. Still, it would be disastrous if they know who lives here.

He presses a hand over Jungkook’s mouth and plows into him as hard as his body will allow. Their wet skin slapping together is as loud as Jungkook's moaning, if not louder.

A futile attempt, Namjoon moves his hand to tug at Jungkook's cock instead. Jungkook lets out muffled squeaks as Namjoon pulses inside, messying his swollen hole again.

Namjoon lets himself fall out of Jungkook, watching cum spill from his puffy pink rim. He uses the edge of the bedsheet to wipe Jungkook's wet tummy. They collapse and lay, basking in their afterglow. Jungkook's face, red from friction. Namjoon looks at Jungkook and laughs, endeared.

“What?” Jungkook giggles while catching his breath.

“Nothing,” Namjoon soothes. “I like your voice.” He kisses his cheek.

Jungkook senses Namjoon is making fun of him and gives him a playful shove where they lay next to each other on the bed.

“You don’t know how good it feels,” Jungkook says, with a pout.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Namjoon smiles.

Jungkook cuddles close to Namjoon, placing a hand on his chest with puppy dog eyes on display.

“I want to show you.” He looks at Namjoon seriously now. “Would you let me?” he asks, stroking fingers down his arm.

Namjoon's chest heats. He’s certainly thought about it. He’s thought about how and when it might fall along this journey with Jungkook.

Jungkook really loves it. And Namjoon is certainly curious.

“When?” Namjoon asks.

Jungkook looks at his watch. “Well…we still have a few hours before we need to leave,” he says, raising an eyebrow and leaning in to kiss him.

“Maybe after?” Namjoon suggests, when they pull apart.

“Yeah?” Jungkook says, excitedly.

“What will we do?” Namjoon asks, nervous.

Jungkook scratches the freshly buzzed hair behind his head. “We can do whatever makes you feel good,” he begins. “And we can stop when it doesn’t”. Jungkook kisses him again. “And we’ll get clean first,” he suggests, pulling Namjoon off the bed by his hand.

They head to the shower in an almost coordinated routine. Namjoon turns on the water while Jungkook inspects his pores in the mirror, like they always do.

Namjoon looks at Jungkook's reflection from behind him and grabs the nape of his waist like he always does. They Inhale the natural musk of each other one last time before rinsing clean, like they always do.

Namjoon can't remember the name or purpose of this event they are preparing to go to, some fundraiser. He just knows he and Jungkook will have to keep their distance. It gets harder to pretend with each passing day.

Mindlessly soaping his body, Jungkook seems distracted.

“What are you thinking?” Namjoon queries. Although, he already knows. It’s the same thing he’s thinking.

“I wish we could go together,” Jungkook admits, aloud.

“Me too,” Namjoon soothes.

It was so hot at first, sneaking around. Trapping themselves behind locked doors and making secret claims on each other, leaving hidden little love bites and hickeys on skin that no one will see. The heat of knowing they’re the only two in on this secret.

But now they just want to be together, to stop hiding. Namjoon wants to be honest.

He continues out loud, “I thought about just telling them, you know? Just getting it out there.”

“What would you say?” Jungkook asks, water spilling down his strong shoulders.

Namjoon feels the words bubbling up inside him and threatening to spill over, the most basic explanation for what’s been going on the last few months. He searches for the courage in himself to say it to Jungkook right now, let him be the first to know. Jungkook looks up at him in anticipation.

“I don’t know,” Namjoon lowers his head. “I guess by the time I find the words, they don’t sound right anymore”.

They shower in silence, letting the risky words fade away.

“It’s just a few hours,” Namjoon assures, lightening the mood. “And then…”

“And then…” Jungkook rubs suddy hands over Namjoon's plump ass, laying a playful smack with a smile, “I can have my way with you?”

Namjoon nods and they kiss, water rinsing the worry from their bodies.

5:29 PM

The event starts like any other. Namjoon arrives and approaches most of the group where they sit at a table.

“Where is Jungkook?” Jimin asks Namjoon right away. They’d taken separate cars to avoid suspicion.

“I don’t know,” Namjoon brushes Jimin off and shrugs. “He said in the group chat that he's on his way.” He pulls out his chair and sits down between Jimin and Yoongi.

Jimin shoots him a knowing look and Namjoon darts away from his gaze.

“There he is,” Taehyung says, and Namjoon tries to settle the butterflies in his stomach.

Jungkook greets the group and moves to sit at an empty seat before Yoongi stops him and wordlessly trades places with him, pulling him by the shoulders and positioning him to sit next to Namjoon.

Namjoon and Jungkook exchange a look but Jungkook pushes through, acting casual. He’s barely sitting down before Jimin continues his interrogation.

“So what did you guys do after practice last night?” Jimin says. A loud thud comes from beneath the table and Jimin receives what looks like death glares from the rest of the group.

Jungkook replies right away, unbothered. “I went to bed, I was beat after practice yesterday.”

Namjoon watches the glares ease off Jimin, but Jimin won’t take his berating eyes off of Namjoon, who takes a healthy sip of his cocktail, preparing to fill-in his part of the lie.

He stammers at first. “I went to the gym.”

Jimin's face lights up “Oh, so you saw Taehyung?” Jimin cheerfully announces. “TH, you went to the gym after practice last night, right?”

THs eyes go wide, shaking his head at Jimin. Namjoon's stomach sinks.

Divinely, some acquaintance gleefully approaches Namjoon as the leader of the group with a jolly handshake, removing him from the situation and pulling him into a conversation.

Namjoon tries to shake off this bad vibe, chalking it up to a naturally dramatic Jimin.

8:26 PM

The night goes on and liquor flows, Namjoon intentionally keeps his distance from both Jungkook and Jimin.

Namjoon finds himself a bit overserved, feeling unsteady on his own two feet. The bartenders are heavy handed. If the booze flows, the money will too.

He takes a moment to himself in a bathroom, splashes water on his face.

The weight of the secret and whatever part of it Jimin knows, weighs on him. His mind is fuzzy around the edges from alcohol.

Namjoon gets his bearings, he’ll never hear the end of it from management if he’s sloppy drunk. He opens the bathroom door to the hallway and feels every muscle in his body relax when he sees Jungkook exit the bathroom door next to him.

Jungkook latches onto his arm right away, cheeks flushed pink and looking a bit tipsy himself.

“They're pouring strong tonight_” Jungkook starts, laughing.

“I know!” Namjoon interrupts and they both giggle, taking a sweet private moment with each other.

Jungkook peeks over Namjoon's shoulder to check the coast is clear and steals a kiss. Namjoon grabs him by the waist and pulls him close, letting the comfort last a little longer.

Jungkook attempts to pull himself together. “Ok, I'm going back out, how do I look?” He straightens his suit jacket and runs a hand through his hair.

The words burn holes in Namjoon's throat again, looking at Jungkook. He wants to say the words to his expectant face. He wants to get back to the apartment, lock the door and stay inside with the words.

“Perfect,” he replies. Settling for one word that doesn’t say it all but communicates a truth.

Jungkook heads out of the hallway first and Namjoon lingers for a minute before heading out behind him.

9:36 PM

Namjoon has relaxed a bit, has sobered just enough while chatting with another group.

He sees a far less sober Jungkook and Jimin across the room. Jimin is handsy with Jungkook. Too handsy, rubbing Jungkook’s thighs under their table. Jimin intentionally flirts with Jungkook and locks eyes with Namjoon, gaging his reaction.

Namjoon watches Jimin hand slide up to grab at Jungkook's crotch. Worst of all, Jungkook drunkenly leans into it, softly thrusting into his hand.

Namjoon turns to face the other way, afraid the feelings will swallow him whole.

He’s infuriated that Jimin would cause a scene like this at all when they’re in public, at a work event.

Jealous of how keen and familiar to Jimin's touch Jungkook seemed. Mortified at the unraveling of his own secret.

He takes a deep breath. When he turns back, a wobbly Jungkook approaches, Jimin following behind with an indignant look on his face.

Bold and touchy, he pushes Namjoon to plop into a chair just below him. He sits directly in his lap, draping arms around his neck. The group Namjoon was speaking to politely excuses themselves with judgmental eyes.

Namjoon is stunned, unsure of what to do but glad Jungkook came to Namjoon with this horny energy.

“Meet me in the bathroom?” Jungkook moans in Namjoon’s ear, nearly grinding on his lap.

“We can leave soon,” Namjoon offers, doing his best to untangle his body from Jungkook’s and tries to get him in the chair next to him.

“No, hyungie, please , '' he pouts, scooting to his lap again. “Need you now,”

Namjoon is hypnotized as Jimin stares with contempt.

“We can go now ,” Namjoon gives in, breath quickening and cock already succumbing to Jungkook in his pants, uncaring of Jimin's glare.

Just then, Seokjin and Hoseok lock eyes with Namjoon and dart away, avoiding his gaze. Then, they lock eyes with Yoongi who marches directly towards them.

Yoongi beckons Jungkook to come greet an acquaintance nearby, pulling him away from Namjoon. As they walk off, Yoongi turns and gives a scolding look to Namjoon.

He watches the three men exchange a final look and nod to each other like they've accomplished a mission. In the corner of the room, Jimin is clearly being reprimanded by Seokjin and Hoseok.

It's then when Namjoon recognizes he’s on the opposite end of a familiar situation.

They’re doing damage control. And it's not for Jimin or Jungkook. It's for him .

Thoughts race about what he could do to damage control the damage control, as if he had any control left.

Taehyung and Yoongi return with Jungkook, both with an arm at the small of his back. Jungkook is certainly inebriated but was clearly unfooled by Yoongi's weak distraction.��

“Namjoon…” Yoongi says, authoritatively. “Jungkook is sloppy. You need to take him home.”

“I’m fine.” Jungkook says calmly, rolling his eyes with crossed arms.

It's then when Hoseok, Seokjin and Jimin rejoin the group, Jimin barely looking like he's been put in his place.

Yoongi rolls his eyes at Jungkook.

“Yes, you’re fine but you’re sloppy and it’s better you get home.”

“I just requested my car,” Jimin pipes up and offers. “You guys take it,” he says. “I’ll get another one.” He looks at Namjoon. His eyes are softer now, less menacing.

Namjoon doubles down.

“I’m staying,” he bluffs, grabbing a drink from a passing tray. “You should walk Jungkook down, make sure he gets in safe.”

Jimin laughs, tongue in cheek “Namjoon…,” Jimin sassily starts, good will depleted. Hoseok pulls him back, whispers something in his ear. Jimin lets it go.

Jungkook turns to leave on his own, taking a drink on the way out.

They both bluff, waiting for the other to chase after Jungkook.

Jimin gives in first and sends Taehyung. “Go with him,” he instructs. Taehyung follows Jungkook.

Namjoon faces off with the remaining members, most of whom have sympathetic looks on their faces.

Jimin scoffs. “You know, you're not keeping the secret you think you are.”

“Jimin…” Seokjin warns.

“What does that mean?" Namjoon snarls, getting chest to chest with Jimin.

Jimin takes a deep breath, takes a step back from Namjoon.

“It means…” Jimin starts. “Right now, everybody knows you and Jungkook are going to his apartment. So, just... get there. So we know you're safe.” He looks back briefly at the other members. “You don’t have anything to prove to us,” he assures with a nod. But we all know what management will say about it, so we'll stay and finish up here. Just let someone know when you get home.”

Namjoon nods and feels his body go numb. He slowly turns to walk out of the room and when he finally is, he starts running .

They all know. And they were just keeping up his lie out of respect.

He hears Jimin's voice as he runs down the stairs of the lobby. You’re not keeping the secret you think you are.

He runs from the voice, knowing he can’t properly consider the situation until his mind clears tomorrow. All he can focus on right now is making his way to Jungkook.

He beats himself up for letting Jungkook leave alone and choosing the lie over him. He wishes he’d said the words he wanted so badly to say earlier.

The pavement pounds under his feet until he runs into Taehyung stalling a drunken Jungkook in the doorway of the private car.

Taehyung tells Jungkook goodbye and respectfully nods to Namjoon, making a quick exit.

“Taehyung?” Namjoon stops him and he turns.

“Thank you,” Namjoon says. It’s a message for everyone and he’s sure Taehyung knows that.

Taehyung nods. “Tell us when you get home?” he adds.

Namjoon nods back. Home .

He gets in the car and shuts the door to the outside world, closing he and Jungkook in.

Jungkook clumsily draws up the partition. He mauls Namjoon right away, horny and eager, climbing him again.

Namjoon grabs Jungkook hy his arms, nearly wrestling to get him underneath, following his natural instincts. Then, he remembers the plans they have, the role he might take tonight.

He realizes Jungkook is trying to do the same, struggling to get Namjoon under his touch. Namjoon relaxes and let's Jungkook take him, he leans him back on the seat, and gives him a sweet long kiss, slowing their pace. The moment offers a chance for Namjoon's emotions to settle.

Jungkook's hands slide to Namjoon's hips and up his torso. Jungkook's eyes drag up his body, settling on his lips. His pupils are blown but focused on Namjoon. Heavy breaths, in and out.

Jungkook looks at Namjoon in his arms like he might eat him whole and it sends electricity through Namjoon's body, being looked at like this.

“Do you still want to? Jungkook glides his hand up Namjoon's thigh.

“Yes”, Namjoon whispers, pulling Jungkook's face for another kiss. Jungkook unbuttons Namjoon's shirt, exposing his muscled chest. He sets kisses on the side of Namjoon's neck, breath hitching when Jungkook starts to suck marks to his collarbone.

Jungkook moves to take his nipples into his mouth, teasing them, squeezing his rounded pecs. Namjoon let's little moans fall from his lips. It's the same way Jungkook let’s him know he's pleased by what he's doing.

The car comes to a stop and the doors unlock. They quickly get themselves together and Jungkook takes Namjoon by the hand, guiding him to a brand new place.

10:48 PM

When they enter the dark foyer, Jungkook is riled, yanking down at the fabric of Namjoon's pants like he's a man starved and Namjoon is the meal he needs. Jungkook turns him so he faces the wall with hands braced against it. Namjoon closes his eyes, breath quickening, knowing it’s coming.

Jungkook spreads Namjoon's ass cheeks, eyes centered at his untouched hole.

“Can I, hyung?” He asks for permission.

Namjoon removes his shirt and jacket. “Go slow,” he whispers, sensing Jungkook's hurried pace. Jungkook nods, takes a deep breath, and sinks down.

Namjoon gasps when Jungkook plants soft, wet kisses on his rim. JK traces his finger around, acclimating to Namjoon. He gently presses his tongue and licks a stripe up.

Namjoon is shocked by the tickle to his body, sweat beading on his face and chest. He rises up to his tiptoes and Jungkook spreads his ass even wider, burying his face inside. Namjoon bares down, fingertips gripping the wall and groans, legs shaking on his tiptoes.

“Bed,” Jungkook demands and stands, frantically removing his clothes. He thinks twice and wipes his mouth before kissing Namjoon’s forehead and leading him to the bed.

Namjoon crawls on his knees on the mattress, embracing his role and Jungkook groans.

“Mmm, Like that,” he encourages a shy Namjoon with a grope on his ass. “Show me.” Jungkook caresses the curve of Namjoon’s ass, grazing gentle fingertips against his skin.

Namjoon has had his body worshiped and touched by Jungkook a million times. But this was different. He feels vulnerable, beautiful. It’s a feeling he’s always avoided and let others have.

Namjoon recognizes the way Jungkook is looking at him now. His eyes are dark and focused, like he's about to get something he really wants, something he needs and can’t get enough of.

Jungkook urges Namjoon to lay face down, ass up and latches his lips to Namjoon's pussy again, sinking his tongue inside. He pushes in and out, fucking with his tongue at this new angle. He lets his whole mouth cover Namjoon's opening, filling the air with lewd sounds of sucking, licking, and swallowing.

Namjoon rests his hand on his folded forearms, breath hitching through whimpers. Jungkook let's off and Namjoon tries to catch his breath. He's shaking, body on fire. He gasps and shudders when cold lube spills down his crack.

“Ready?” Jungkook asks, swirling the tip of his lubed finger around Namjoon.

Namjoon silently nods into his own arms.

“Yes?” Jungkook tries to confirm, placing his hand on Namjoon's back.

He looks behind his shoulder at Jungkook. “Yes.”

Nodding, Jungkook pushes his finger inside and keeps it still. Namjoon grunts in discomfort.

“It hurts,” Namjoon shakes out, reaching behind himself to grab Jungkook.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook soothes.

“Just. Slow.” he says, releasing the death grip on Jungkook's wrist. Jungkook pulls his finger back and pushes in again, down to the webbing. Namjoon's shaky pants fill the air.

“Does it still hurt?” Jungkook questions after a few pumps of his finger.

“Yes.” Namjoon replies.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” Namjoon pants. Jungkook twists his wet finger, opening him.

“Does it feel good?” Jungkook asks.

“Yes,” Namjoon squeaks, feeling Jungkook stretch him from the inside.

Jungkook licks his lips and pushes in again, leaning down to lap his tongue overtop his working hand. Namjoon gasps, still adjusting to Jungkook's welcome intrusion.

“Does it stop hurting?” he asks. Jungkook removes his mouth before answering.

“I think it always hurts at first, even still,” he explains, continuing to finger Namjoon. “But eventually it starts to feel...” his voice trails off, searching for the right word.

“Ah!_” Namjoon cries out, feeling like he's made it to the other side of something. He moves his hips to ride Jungkook's hand. Jungkook stays still, watching Namjoon's body work. Then, he deepens the bend in his back, ass high in the air.

“More,” he whispers and Jungkook slips in a second finger immediately. Namjoon's shaky grunts evolve to rhythmic moans. He whines when Jungkook pulls his scissoring fingers out of his body to guide him to his back, settling Namjoon’s head on the pillows and reaching to the nightstand.

“Can I use this?”Jungkook holds up a toy from the drawer.

Namjoon scans the unassuming toy before replying. “Just_”

“Go slow,” Jungkook finishes. “I will,” he promises.

He powers the vibrating plug on the lowest setting and drags it over Namjoon's sensitive nipples and between his thighs. He massages his skin with it, making him comfortable. Namjoon’s worked hole twitches when the toy nears his entrance. Jungkook rubs the toy around the outside and Namjoon's body jerks, eager. Jungkook pours more lube and pushes it inside.

It didn't look much bigger than Jungkook's fingers, but Namjoon grips the sheets at the pain of the stretch anyway while his thighs shake around the little buzzing plug. His eyes roll back and he moans aloud, unable to stop himself anymore. He slaps embarrassed hands over his mouth.

“Shh,” Jungkook teases, “the neighbors will hear you.”

Namjoon giggles through moans, shocked and covering the sounds coming from his own mouth.

“How about this?” Jungkook turns the vibration off, letting the plug sit still inside.

Namjoon is astonished at the drastic change in sensation. “Oh shit,” Namjoon pants, coming down after being nearly overstimulated.

Jungkook giggles. “Did you like that?” he asks, kneeling between Namjoon's legs.

He swallows, really thinks about it. “Too much,” he decides.

“Ok. Do you want me to leave it off?” Jungkook asks.

“Yes, off.” His breathing starts to steady again.

Then, Jungkook lays next to Namjoon flat on the bed, shoulder to shoulder.

Namjoon watches as Jungkook sinks fingers between his legs, pulsing them in and out. A naughty smile and a wave of relief wash over Jungkook's face. Namjoon exhales and looks down, holding where the plug sits pleasantly inside himself.

He realizes they don't have to be in one role or another all the time. Sometimes, they can enjoy one thing together.

“Do you need a break, baby?” Jungkook coos.

Namjoon gasps when he’s suddenly empty and his cheeks blush at the pet name typically used on Jungkook. He pulls the plug that's snug inside Namjoon out and pushes it into himself, thrusting it inside.

Namjoon admires as Jungkook turns it on, pushes the little toy to exactly where he needs, knowing his own body so well and whimpering when he hits just the right spot.

Namjoon feels his hole clench around nothing. He reaches between his own legs, sliding fingers inside himself, mimicking Jungkook and feeling the different stretch of his hand.

Both moan, blissed out, pleasuring themselves and each other with knees bent in the air. Namjoon explores himself with his hands, rubbing them over his abs and grasping his cock.

Jungkook moans, “Namjoonie_” Jungkook removes the toy from himself to push it into Namjoon again, Namjoon removing his own fingers to receive it. Namjoon throws his head back and groans, legs trembling again.

Jungkook rolls on top of him, straddling and sliding down onto his untouched shaft.

Namjoon feels like he’s going to rip in two around this little plug, can’t imagine how Jungkook takes his cock like this so often. The sensations of Jungkook's pussy wrapped around him while being plugged full is intense. Namjoon watches himself disappear between Jungkook's thighs. Jungkook presses hands on Namjoon's chest and circles his hips.

“How does it feel?” he asks between pants.

“So good, baby,” Namjoon moans. He instinctively clenches and bares down on the toy, wanting more.

“Turn it on?” Namjoon requests.

Without breaking his pace, Jungkook reaches behind him to turn the vibe on. Namjoon feels like he’s levitating, as before.

“Good?” Jungkook checks, but Namjoon doesn’t have words. He groans, bucking his hips up into Jungkook.

Jungkook takes the cue and starts bouncing on Namjoon's lap, grabbing ahold of his own cock. Namjoon grips his nails into Jungkook's hips and comes so hard, his ears start ringing. His belly, wet and sticky with Jungkook's cum.

Jungkook climbs off and they lay, spent and sprawled on the bed, fingers laced together.

7:46 AM

Namjoon wakes with Jimin on his mind. Head, pounding with hangover and regret. He barely notices Jungkook watching him.

A smile grows on Namjoon's face, remembering everything that came after the night from hell.

“So?” Jungkook beckons. “Did you like it?”

“Yes.” Namjoon smiles at his eager lover. “Did you?”

“You know I did,” he starts, pressing a kiss to his lips. “and you made the prettiest sounds,” he continues, stroking fingers over Namjoon's bare chest.”

Namjoon hides his embarrassed face and Jungkook pulls him close, leaning in to whisper in his ear.

“Really. I love your sounds, hyung...so pretty.” Another kiss. “and if you sounded that pretty with just my fingers,” Jungkook continues, threatening to rile Namjoon again, “I can’t wait to hear how you sound when my cock is inside you.”

Namjoon's body trembles with memory, hardly able to wait for the next adventure. But the guilt in his gut nags at him, almost spoiling this.

“I think Jimin knows,” he says, grabbing Jungkook's hip. Saying it out loud makes last night feel that much more real.

“He does,” Jungkook confirms. “He’s tried to talk to me about it a few times but I just told him I'm not ready.”

Namjoon silently nods. ”I think they all know”, he admits.

Jungkook is quiet for a while before speaking again. “We should talk to them,” he finally says.

“I will. Today,” he replies, wishing he’d done it a long time ago.

Jungkook looks like he's about to drift off. Namjoon can tell he's been up all night, hasn’t slept yet.

“OK,” he rubs Namjoon’s cheek. “What will you say?” Jungkook asks, eyelids fluttering as he rests his head on Namjoon’s chest.

Namjoon's stomach turns, feeling the words shooting up and threatening to erupt again.

But he fights the inclination towards secrets and lies.

It’s been a while since he’d been so honest with himself.

“I love you,” Namjoon says.

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