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“Joon-hyung?” The door creaks open, letting in the sounds of music and loud voices, then closes quietly. “I was wondering where you went.” Jungkook slurs a little, a slight lisp here and there. He had more than Namjoon did, sneaking out with Jimin throughout the evening and returning red-cheeked and giggling, so that’s only fair.Namjoon is done taking out his contacts and fumbles about for a pair of glasses.“Yeah, I’ll be right back,” he says, expecting Jungkook to hum in acknowledgment and return to the living room, but he doesn’t. Instead, the boy leans his body against the doorpost and closes his eyes. The room starts spinning a bit more fiercely than before.Jimin-hyung is a bad, bad influence.Meanwhile, Namjoon loosens up his tie and shrugs off his jacket. He looks good in suits, he knows that, everyone knows that, but formal attire is not exactly his cup of tea. His pajamas, neatly folded on his pillow, look cozy and alluring. He sighs and hears a matching sigh from the opposite side of the room.Right, Jungkook. Namjoon has kind of forgotten he was still here.“You okay there?” he turns to him, looking more tired than worried. “Need water or something?”Jungkook forces himself to look at Namjoon, the room still swinging a bit but slowly coming into focus. The light from the bedside lamp is too bright for his glassy eyes, so Jungkook squints, then opts to drop his gaze to the floor, shaking his head. Namjoon shrugs and pours a glass of water anyway. He stretches his hand out, and Jungkook slowly detaches himself from his spot against the wall, wobbling his way over on unsteady feet.He stops two steps away and suddenly drops to his knees as if tripping over something, and Namjoon reflexively grabs his arm, spilling some water on the floor and his shirt in the process.“Shit,” he hisses. “Jungkook, let’s get you into bed.”“M’fine,” Jungkook mumbles, barely coherent. “Your shoelace came undone.”Namjoon needs a second or two to comprehend that Jungkook’s disobedient fingers are, in fact, fumbling with his shoelaces, brow furrowed in concentration.“Ta-da,” Jungkook sing-songs after a succession of failed attempts and looks up at Namjoon with a proud half-smile. “You owe me your life now.”“I was about to take them off but thanks, I guess,” Namjoon snorts.“Hyung, I worked so hard,” Jungkook draws out the vowels, his tone is more of a whine than anything else. “Say I’m the best,” he demands, sticking his bottom lip out in an exaggerated manner.“You know you are,” Namjoon rolls his eyes fondly at Jungkook’s pout but winces when it suddenly makes his head throb. He feels a little dizzy, blinking forcefully to clear his slightly blurry vision, which is never a good sign. He needs to take some medicine — better safe than sorry — because there is always a risk that a steady pulsation in his ears will turn into a violent migraine.Jungkook, oblivious to his internal turmoil, heaves a loud sigh.“I’m so tired, hyung,” he announces and slumps against Namjoon, circling his arms around his knee and hugging his leg like a koala. Just. Great. Namjoon pinches the bridge of his nose and rubs a hand over his face but doesn’t seem to have the heart to push the boy off.Well, looks like the possible migraine will have to wait.For several moments, Namjoon just stands there awkwardly, then puts his hand on Jungkook’s head and starts patting his hair, silently admitting surrender. The boy hums appreciatively and rests his temple against Namjoon’s hipbone, closing his eyes.This isn’t weird, Namjoon thinks, having a tipsy Jungkook on his knees and threading fingers through his hair in the middle of a half-dark room. They’ve all done way weirder stuff. Intimate? Kind of? Maybe, but there is no need to overthink it. Namjoon is pretty sure he can’t afford to overthink right now, he just doesn’t have enough brainpower for that.Jungkook has been still and unmoving for quite a while now, so Namjoon supposes he must have fallen asleep at some point. As carefully as he can manage, he tries to untangle Jungkook’s limbs and free his leg out of the hold, but the boy stirs against him and mumbles something incoherent, nuzzling against the fabric of his pants.“Hm?” Namjoon hums distractedly.“Hyung is always so kind to me.” A soft smile tugs at the corner of Namjoon’s mouth. “Everyone is kind to you, Kookie.” Jungkook shakes his head vigorously against Namjoon’s panted thigh, arms wrapping themselves tighter around it. “You’re the kindest,” he whispers passionately. And then, “Love you.”Namjoon chuckles lightly and feels warmth pooling in his chest and stomach like a viscous, honey-like liquid. Tipsy Jungkook equals affectionate Jungkook, a rare pokemon, because sober, real-life Jungkook likes to think he’s tough and scrunches up his adorable nose in a mix of disgust and embarrassment at any sign of affection. Everyone else is perfectly aware of Jungkook being too shy and emotionally constipated to express his feelings but plays along because no one has the heart to tell him the truth.This isn’t weird, Namjoon tells himself, it’s rather cute. If someone were to come in, they would think that Namjoon was unlucky (or lucky) enough to fall victim to the gentle clutches of Jungkook’s affection. He suppresses a yawn and keeps patting Jungkook’s hair, who responds in quiet hums and rubs his cheek against his leg like a cat.Namjoon is tired. His mind is not in the perfect state right now, so he must be imagining the way Jungkook is slowly inching forward. He manages to ignore it successfully until the boy gets to the inner side of his leg and presses his forehead there.This isn’t weird.A wave of heat washes over Namjoon’s body like a rush of hot air, and he tenses up, Jungkook’s breath coming out in short puffs so dangerously close to his groin. “Kook?” This isn’t weird. It’s not—“Hyung,” Jungkook breathes out, slightly shifting upwards and nuzzling at the fabric just below the button of his pants.Namjoon makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat, his fingers curl involuntarily in the boy’s hair, when the tip of Jungkook’s nose traces a path down his crotch to the place where his thighs meet. Namjoon panics and attempts to take a step back, but Jungkook’s grip on his leg tightens, holding him in place.This is weird. This is fucking weird. Namjoon’s mind screams in all caps but gets cut off by Jungkook licking a fat stripe over the underside of his clothed cock.Namjoon’s body jolts and the hand in Jungkook’s hair roughly jerks his head away. He hates how his body instantly reacts to the pressure of Jungkook’s tongue against him, sending a spark of excitement through his limbs and making his dick twitch.Jungkook hisses in pain, face scrunched up, and as ridiculous as it gets, Namjoon immediately feels bad, because he didn’t mean it to hurt. He doesn’t like hurting people, he would never hurt Jungkook.Unless he asked for it, Namjoon’s mind supplies, and he wants to scream in frustration.“Shit, I’m sorry,” he mumbles, staring awkwardly at the boy before him, cheeks traitorously red with guilt and backstabbing arousal.Jungkook slowly opens his eyes and locks them with Namjoon, who can’t help but follow the way the boy’s tongue darts out to flick over his lips.“I like it,” he says simply, holding Namjoon’s gaze and effectively rooting him to the spot. Jungkook cocks his head to the side, watching the other’s face expectantly like it’s some sort of challenge. This can’t be happening.It must be a product of Namjoon’s imagination. In reality, Jungkook just fell asleep against his leg, and Namjoon himself fell into some kind of weird slumber because he was tired, and as embarrassing as it is, he is shamelessly projecting his stupid fantasy on the poor boy. That must be it. A perfect, reasonable explanation.“You’re thinking too loud,” Jungkook looks at him through his eyelashes and grins lopsidedly, innocently, his cute bunny teeth peeking out.Namjoon almost succumbs to an urge to return a smile, because this can’t be happening, right? Just then, Jungkook slowly leans forward, still maintaining the eye contact, and presses his mouth against the fabric of Namjoon’s pants. Namjoon lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding until now.
Oh fuck, this is happening.
Real, solid, made of flesh and blood Jungkook is currently on his knees, tracing the outline of Namjoon’s cock with his lips and moaning, feeling it throb under the touch.
This really is happening.
The front of Namjoon’s pants quickly gets wet with how eager Jungkook’s hot mouth works over the fabric, the inside of his underwear already damp with the beads of pre-come and spit seeping through. He needs to do something. Namjoon hears himself panting, his pants start getting too tight. This is weird. This is weird. It definitely falls into the category of weird. He needs to do something. The button on his pants pops open, the zipper is being pulled down by deft fingers. A shiver runs through his whole body when the air hits his bare thighs, pants pooling around his ankles. Namjoon feels like he is going to pass out at the sight of Jungkook sitting back on his heels and licking his lips hungrily, eyes rowing shamelessly over the erection straining the fabric of Namjoon’s boxers.Jungkook doesn’t waste time and dives right into, nuzzling at the base of Namjoon’s cock and inhaling. It’s so obscene and messed up, the way Jungkook’s eyes roll back as he whimpers in the back of his throat and Namjoon gasps brokenly, fisting a handful of his hair.One hand still wrapped around Namjoon’s leg, the other splayed over his hip, blunt nails digging into the skin, Jungkook wraps his lips over the head through the fabric and whines loudly and wantonly, tasting pre-come on his tongue. “Jungkook, wait,” Namjoon marvels at how strained and breathless his voice sounds.The boy immediately stops and pulls back, looking up at him with hazed eyes, and Namjoon doesn’t have the willpower to admit that he immediately misses the heat of Jungkook’s mouth on him. He clears his throat, trying his damnedest not to let himself get distracted by a string of saliva hanging off Jungkook’s lower lip, red and spit-slicked.“I don’t— I don’t want to take advantage of you.” Jungkook blinks at him, surprised, a little taken aback even.“You’re not,” he says hurriedly, shaking his head, staring at Namjoon with huge, persuasive eyes.Namjoon’s resolve is rapidly thinning out upon seeing Jungkook’s eager face in such close proximity to his cock, hair prettily disheveled, cheeks painted crimson. It’s almost unbearable to ignore the clear want and reverence written all over the boy’s features. Namjoon looks away, hands dropping limply against his sides.“If anything,” Jungkook adds quietly after a dozen of beats of uncomfortable silence. “I should be the one telling you that.”Namjoon clearly hears vulnerability tainting Jungkook’s voice, and his eyes snap back to him. Jungkook looks small like that, insecure, hunching his shoulders unconsciously and worrying his bottom lip. Namjoon feels the grip on his thigh loosen.“Fuck, I’m so stupid,” Jungkook murmurs, detaching himself from him and putting some distance between them. “You probably don’t even want me here,” he chuckles bitterly and moves to stand up, but a pained noise escapes his lips as his knees give way from being strained for so long.It hurts, seeing Jungkook so uncomfortable and humiliated, so vulnerable in front of him, and Namjoon opens his mouth faster than his mind processes what he is about to say.“No, don’t.” His hand comes to grip at Jungkook’s shoulder, squeezing lightly.Jungkook lifts his face up, looking at him with dark eyes and blinks slowly, processing all the mixed signals he is receiving. They stare at each other intently, second after second stretching languorously between them, until something clicks in Jungkook’s mind.He offers Namjoon a soft hesitant smile and reaches to take his hand in his, slowly leading it to his mouth. Namjoon simultaneously feels hot and cold all over, fully expecting, hoping for those lips to wrap around his fingers, but Jungkook simply brings his hand closer and kisses his knuckles. Somehow, it’s more intimate than anything that happened up to the moment, and Namjoon feels his chest tighten with overwhelming fondness and love for the boy.
Love?
He doesn’t have time to dwell on the word that his mind suggested, all too readily, because Jungkook leads Namjoon’s hand up to place it on the crown of his head.Namjoon gets it. He feels embarrassed at how quickly he gets what Jungkook wants and how ready he is to give it to him.Just as Jungkook’s lips part, his tongue peeking out, Namjoon threads his fingers through the boy’s hair and guides his pretty mouth up and down his shaft. Jungkook moans breathily as Namjoon rubs himself over his tongue, then hooks his fingers into the waistband and lifts his round eyes in a silent plea. Namjoon can only nod, trying not to look too desperate and failing, groaning and shuddering at the coldness as Jungkook peels off his damp boxers that stick uncomfortably to his skin and slides them just past his thighs.Namjoon’s mind short-circuits when he feels and sees Jungkook’s lips immediately wrap around the tip.“Fuck, Kookie.”Jungkook whines around him at the pet name and swallows him down as best as he can. Spit starts dribbling down his chin as he moans, savoring the taste and enjoying the weight on his tongue, trying to fit as much in his mouth as possible. The heat gradually envelopes Namjoon’s cock, and he groans and tugs at Jungkook’s hair in encouragement, feeling vibrations of his whimpers around himself.Jungkook straightens his back, forcing himself to go lower, lewd slurping noises filling the room, and chokes when the head hits the back of his throat. Namjoon gathers all his strength not to thrust into the tightness of Jungkook’s throat constricting around him. The boy’s eyes water, drool is streaming steadily down his lips and chin, and he keeps pushing himself down like he is trying to prove something, eyebrows knitted in concentration.Namjoon knows him, better than some people think he does. He knows that Jeon Jungkook won’t settle for anything less than perfect, knows that there is no such thing as ‘half-assedly’ in his vocabulary, so he grabs the boy’s shoulder and gives it a hard squeeze.“Don’t hurt yourself,” Namjoon growls and, despite his protests, pushes Jungkook off.The boy is heaving, his chest rising and falling rapidly as Namjoon takes his face in his hands and wipes the saliva off Jungkook’s cheek and chin with his sleeve.If someone could pull off looking adorable after having a mouthful of cock, it would definitely be Jungkook. Namjoon skims over Jungkook’s face, so adoring and trusting, taking in his heavy-lidded eyes, wet eyelashes, sticking together, the slope of his nose, his spit-slicked lips, cherry-red and inviting, and catches himself wondering what he did in his previous life to deserve this gorgeous boy on his knees for him.In for an inch, in for a mile, they say, but Namjoon mentally disagrees when he bends down, closes the gap between their faces and brings their lips together, because this particular situation is exactly the opposite, reverse and that much exceptional.Jungkook gasps and kisses him back, somewhat shyly, sweetly, as if kissing is on another, a much higher level of intimacy. Namjoon makes a mental note to explore this further and revels in the feeling of their tongues languorously sliding against each other. When they pull away, there is no desperation or abandon in Jungkook’s expression nor in his movements. He nods obediently and hurries to bring his mouth back to Namjoon’s crotch, kissing the tip and leaving kitten licks all over the shaft.Namjoon was never one for dirty talk, it always felt awkward and out of place, but now he can’t help but let praises roll off his tongue, softer and fonder than the circumstances require, when he watches Jungkook bobbing his head, covering with his hand what his mouth can’t reach.It’s not finesse but eagerness to please and pure devotion that makes Namjoon’s knees buckle. Jungkook’s mouth is sloppy on him, there is no steady rhythm or pace, and Namjoon finds himself close to the edge a couple of times only for Jungkook to get distracted and stop the slide of his mouth to trail kisses and lap over the tip, collecting pre-come and pushing his tongue into the slit. Namjoon doesn’t complain as Jungkook takes his time to explore and enjoy, because it seems like Jungkook wouldn’t want to be anywhere else right now and receives as much pleasure standing on his knees with his mouth full, lips stretched obscenely around the shaft, as Namjoon, who has a hard time standing upright and keeping his breathy moans in check.Jungkook swallows around him again, and Namjoon’s thighs start trembling. He places his palm on the back of the boy’s head, not exactly pushing, rather grounding himself. A slight thrust of his hips forward. A mental prayer that Jungkook won’t leave him hanging this time because he is not sure he will be able to stand through another round of his ministrations.He feels Jungkook chuckle around his cock and hollow his cheeks, sucking him earnestly. Namjoon moans and keeps pushing into his mouth, chasing the pleasure, his stomach tightening in a telltale sign.It doesn’t take long before he taps Jungkook’s shoulder with numb fingers, prompting him to pull off, and isn’t surprised when Jungkook doesn’t. Instead, the boy grabs his thigh tighter, taking him deeper, swallowing around him repeatedly until Namjoon’s mind fills up with white noise.When the first string of cum hits the back of Jungkook’s throat, he coughs at the sudden bitterness. His taste buds protest, but he doesn’t pull off, trying his best to swallow. It’s musky, he isn’t sure he likes it but knows he would do it a hundred times again to hear the sounds Namjoon makes above him and feeling his legs weaken in his grip. Jungkook steadies him with a hand on his hip and sucks lightly at the head. When Namjoon's body stops trembling, Jungkook places a kiss to his hip and tucks him in, smiling giddily.As soon as he stands up, his knees crack loudly, and he nearly topples over because his left leg has fallen asleep. He yelps in pain and stretches it, pinching the skin with his nails and hopping gracelessly around until the needles stop poking at the muscle.Namjoon steps back out of harm's way to lean his weight against the wall, seeking some kind of support. Breathing shallowly, he presses his palms against the cool surface, trying to calm his heart and mind.“Thanks, hyung,” Namjoon hears and cracks an eye open to see Jungkook stripping down to his boxers, stepping out of his pants and leaving his clothes haphazardly on the floor. Dumbfounded, Namjoon fully stares at him, gaping, as Jungkook stretches out like a cat, his lean tanned body on show. Namjoon’s gaze shamelessly slides over the curves, and he gulps, spotting a visible tent in Jungkook’s boxers. Jungkook yawns and looks at Namjoon, plastered against the wall, pants still caught around one ankle.“Oh,” the boy registers his strangled expression and cocks his head in amusement. “Does the offer about getting me into bed still stand?”Namjoon nods slowly and takes a small step forward, despite his mind telling him that he will turn into goo once he detaches himself from the wall because clearly, his bones were sucked out of him. His deft fingers start unbuttoning his shirt, and Jungkook gives him a thumbs-up and smiles at him tiredly before flopping onto the bed face-first.On autopilot, Namjoon picks his pants off the floor and takes his shirt off, folding his clothes after. He circles the bed, awkwardly shifting from foot to foot, puts his glasses on a nightstand, turns the lamp off and slips under the covers.It’s weird.They lie in complete silence.Jungkook is ten inches away from him, all long limbs and smooth skin, face still buried into the pillow. The heat radiating off his body makes Namjoon’s fingers itch with want to get the boy closer, to hold him, to trace all the sensitive spots he knows about and discover those he doesn’t. Jungkook turns his head on the pillow to peak at Namjoon but quickly averts his gaze when their eyes meet.It’s kind of amusing. Is he being shy now?“Come here,” Namjoon whispers, hoping that he didn’t misread anything, and heaves a sigh of relief when Jungkook quickly scoots over and nestles himself into his side.Namjoon pulls him up and into his chest, hand circling around his back, and gulps when Jungkook’s hard-on pokes his leg.It’s still weird and a bit awkward. No one says a word, Jungkook won’t look him in the face, and Namjoon has half a mind to will himself to sleep.His stomach flutters when warm hesitant fingers start tracing up and down his chest. Namjoon stares at the bridge of Jungkook’s nose and his eyebrows drawn together then drops a kiss to the top of his head. Jungkook huffs but doesn’t lift his face, so Namjoon digs his fingertips into the dimples on Jungkook’s back just to feel the boy squirm. And Jungkook does, jolting and wiggling his hips, gasping, finally looking up, lips drawn into a thin line.As much as Namjoon wants to, he can’t decipher emotions lingering in Jungkook’s features. Jungkook was never good with words, preferring to push and pull or to bide his time, waiting until someone squeezes them out of him or somehow gets it without him saying anything. Namjoon knows that too, knows him so well, so he resolves to take another leap of faith.A soft, almost inaudible sigh leaves the boy’s lips when Namjoon places his fingers under Jungkook’s jaw, nudging his chin up, and kisses him. Jungkook reciprocates, still shyly and timidly, but without missing a beat, gradually relaxing into the kiss and Namjoon’s arms. Namjoon tastes no traces of regret or desperation on Jungkook’s lips, only sleep and alcohol and himself.They fall asleep after some time, pressing every inch of their skin against each other, and Namjoon hopes that when he wakes up the migraine miraculously goes easy on him. He hopes that when he wakes up Jungkook is still in his arms.He hopes it won’t get weird. He hopes he can kiss him some more.