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“What are you doing?”

Namjoon spins from where he’s been trying to surreptitiously glance out the window, finding Jungkook sitting behind the front desk, watching him with narrowed eyes. Namjoon shoves his hands in his pockets and tries to look nonchalant. “Nothing, just checking the temperature.”

“By looking out the window?” Jungkook questions, brows raised. “It seems like you’re lurking,” he says simply, turning his eyes back to the notebook he’s been sketching new flash in.

Namjoon frowns at the side of Jungkook’s head. “I’m just-”

“He’s waiting for his boyfriend,” Yoongi announces loudly, emerging from the back hallway with Hoseok at his side. Hoseok is sporting a new clear wrap on his arm, colorful ink freshly applied beneath it. His other arm is linked through Yoongi’s as they approach the front.

Jungkook perks up, nearly dropping his notebook. “Hyung! You have a boyfriend?” He looks suddenly confused. “Wait, when did that happen?”

Namjoon flushes scarlet, clenching his fists in his pockets. “I do not have a boyfriend,” he grumbles.

“Yeah, but he wants one,” Hoseok adds, grinning widely.

As if by fate, the bell above the door chimes and Namjoon spins, seeing a smiling Park Jimin coming through the door. Jimin's eyes fix on him and his smile widens, eyes creasing. "Hi Namjoon-ssi, Yoongi hyung, Hoseok hyung."

Jungkook sits up straight and waves. "Hi! You must be Namjoon hyung's -"

"Book delivery," Namjoon interrupts, stepping forward quickly and taking a small pile of books from Jimin's hands. "Thank you, Jimin-ssi."

Yoongi snorts from behind him and Namjoon turns around to glare at him. Yoongi just rolls his eyes. "Jimin works at the library, he delivers all the books Namjoon orders." Yoongi gestures between Jimin and Jungkook. "Jungkook is our new apprentice."

"Oh! It's nice to meet you, Jungkook-ssi, I'm Park Jimin." Jungkook returns the greeting eagerly and Namjoon stands awkwardly to the side, eyes fixed on Jimin's side profile. Namjoon's heart does a tiny flip in his chest when Jimin laughs at something Jungkook says and his eyes squeeze closed, cheeks lifting.

It's no secret, clearly, that Namjoon thinks the book delivery boy is cute. Ever since Namjoon heard about the delivery program he's been getting books delivered at least once a week. He hadn't realized, when he placed his first order, that the books would be delivered by a blonde angel on a baby blue bicycle. Namjoon had stumbled over his feet and nearly dropped his books the first time Jimin came into the shop. Small talk has never been Namjoon's strong suit, and trying to talk to Jimin tends to just make him tongue tied. Jimin is just too much. Especially now, standing there in his tight jeans and black button-down shirt patterned in red hearts, fluffy blonde hair and perfect eye smile on display. Namjoon, in old ink-stained jeans and a striped t-shirt, feels woefully inadequate.

"Do you have anything for me to bring back?"

It takes Namjoon a few awkward seconds to realize Jimin has turned and is speaking to him. Namjoon blinks, trying to refocus, and nods jerkily. "Yes, they're just..." he cuts off and steps toward the front desk, leaning over the counter to pull two books from one of the shelves. "Thank you, Jimin-ssi."

Jimin smiles and accepts the books, their fingers just barely brush and Namjoon's skin tingles. "Of course, it's no problem!" he chirps. And then, with a wave of his tiny fingers, he disappears back through the door.

As soon as he's gone, Namjoon slumps, sighing dramatically.

"He's cute," Jungkook offers to the room at large.

Yoongi hums in agreement. "The cutest." Hoseok swats at his arm and Yoongi wraps an arm around his waist. "Other than Hobi of course," he coos, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's cheek. Namjoon rolls his eyes and Yoongi continues. "I don't understand why you don't just ask him out, Namjoon, Jimin obviously likes you."

Ask Jimin out? In what universe could he, a dorky tattoo artist, ask a literal ray of sunshine on a date? Namjoon knows he's attractive enough, he's smart and he's talented enough to permanently ink his art on peoples' bodies. But he's also clumsy and shy, he gets caught up in details and talks either too much or too little. As cute as Jimin is and as fun as he is to talk to (or what Namjoon's pathetic attempt at talking to Jimin is), Namjoon doesn't feel like he has a chance.

"Jimin's sweet," Hoseok offers, pulling Namjoon from his thoughts. "Yoongi hyung and I think you'd be a good match."

Namjoon just frowns and then, a beat later, pauses, rounding on Yoongi. "I've never asked you," he begins, "why does Jimin call you hyung?"

"Ah." Yoongi snorts and smiles, a teasing lift of his lips. "I gave Jimin his first tattoo."

Namjoon's frown deepens. "The 13 on his wrist?" Namjoon was pretty sure Yoongi had done that one last month, but Jimin had already been calling him hyung then.

"Nope," Yoongi says with a shake of his head.

"Does he have others?"

Yoongi's grin widens. "Just one."

Namjoon blinks at him. "What is it?"

"That's for me to know, and you to hopefully find out," Yoongi announces with a laugh.

Annoyed, Namjoon huffs and stomps past him, heading back to his studio to get ready for his next client.

Yoongi is explaining something about their new disclosure form, holding an iPad under Namjoon's nose and droning on about allergies, but Namjoon is barely paying attention. It's Tuesday, and Tuesday (and sometimes Friday) means he has new books arriving today. Jimin could be here at any time and Namjoon can't focus on the forms of proper identification when he's thinking about Jimin's smile. They're sitting together on one of the couches in the front of the shop, Jungkook again perched behind the desk, doodling in his notebook.

Yoongi stops talking when Taehyung appears, leading a client with a fresh septum piercing from the back. "Just make sure you wash your hands and use this, you'll be fine. Call or come back if you need anything." The client thanks him as Taehyung hands over a bottle of saline solution, and heads out the door.

"God," Taehyung sighs, slumping against the counter. "I've never had someone ask me so many questions. I was supposed to go on lunch forty-five minutes ago." He turns to Jungkook. "Kookie, will you go pick me up something to eat?" he whines, reaching across the surface of the desk to prod Jungkook's shoulder.

Jungkook scowls at him, leaning away from his grabby hands. "I'm not your assistant, hyung."

"You're the apprentice, you're basically shop bitch." Taehyung turns to Yoongi, pouting dramatically. "Yoongi hyung tell him he has to get me lunch."

Sighing, Yoongi sets the iPad on the couch and crosses his arms. "Jungkook does not have to get you lunch, Taehyung, you're a grown man, you can go get your own lunch."

Taehyung looks scandalized. "You're the worst, hyung, ever since JK started you're so nice to him, what am I, chopped liver?"

Yoongi scowls. "I don't like liver."

"Exactly!" Taehyung shrieks.

Namjoon snorts and shakes his head. "Taehyung-ah, I was going to order delivery later. Do you want to get something with me?"

Taehyung squints at him. "Your treat?"

Namjoon just stares at him and Taehyung sighs again.

"My boyfriend is coming to take me to lunch," Jungkook says, closing his notebook and sitting up primly in his chair. "Maybe I'll bring you my leftovers."

"You eat like a wild animal, you never have leftovers."

Jungkook smiles beatifically. "Exactly."

Taehyung's squawk of outrage is cut off by the sound of the bell above the door. Four heads turn toward the door to see Jungkook's boyfriend, Seokjin, standing in the doorway, closing his umbrella.

"Hey guys." He pauses, taking them all in. "Slow day?"

"It's supposed to be lunch time," Taehyung grumbles, crossing his arms.

Jungkook sticks out his tongue at him and stands, rounding the desk and skipping toward Seokjin. Namjoon didn't think someone in combat boots could skip, but Jungkook is clearly an exception. He reaches Seokjin and kisses him sweetly on the lips, smiling happily as he rocks back on his heels. "Jinnie hyung, can we get lamb skewers?"

"Anything you want, baby," Seokjin coos, reopening his umbrella as they step through the door, Jungkook clinging to his arm. Taehyung, looking annoyed, disappears toward the back of the shop.

"Gross," Yoongi deadpans, as soon as they leave.

Namjoon rolls his eyes. "I walked in on you hand feeding Hoseok grapes and cooing to him yesterday, you're just as gross."

"I was doing no such thing," Yoongi snaps, the tips of his ears turning pink.

Namjoon snorts and bumps him with his shoulder. "So you weren't kissing him between every grape and he wasn't booping your nose?"

"You were clearly hallucinating," Yoongi says with a huff, pushing himself to his feet. He glances at the rain falling outside the windows. "I didn't realize it was going to rain today. Don't you have a book delivery?"

"Yeah." Namjoon frowns. "I feel bad, I don't want Jimin to have to bike in the rain. Hopefully he has a raincoat or umbrella or -"

They both turn at the sound of the door chime, the door swinging open to reveal Jimin in the doorway, dripping wet. Jimin steps inside and pushes his soaked blonde hair off his forehead. Namjoon thinks it's a crime that anyone could look that good after getting caught in a downpour. Jimin is drenched and he still looks like a supermodel. His ripped jean shorts, barely shorts with how short they are, are clinging to his tan thighs and his pink t-shirt is plastered to his body. Namjoon has to tear his eyes away because he's pretty sure he can see the outline of abs through the material.

"Sorry," Jimin says quickly, frowning at the floor. "I'm dripping onto your floor."

Yoongi clicks his tongue. "You're fine. I have some towels, hold on, Jimin-ah."

Jimin's smile is a little lopsided as he holds out Namjoon's books. "I managed to keep them dry for you."

"Thank you," Namjoon says, accepting the books. They are, surprisingly, still dry. "Where's your jacket?"

Yoongi returns with a fluffy towel and hands it to Jimin who immediately begins drying his hair. As he lifts his arms, his shirt rides up, showing a line of smooth, tanned stomach. Namjoon can clearly see the ridges of his abs now, and what looks like a dangling jewel at his navel.

"I didn't realize it was going to rain," Jimin says as he lowers the towel, the strip of skin vanishes. "So I didn't bring a jacket." He frowns. "Or an umbrella."

"You can wear mine," Namjoon says immediately, voice probably a little too loud.

Jimin freezes, towel pressed to the back of his neck, and blinks at Namjoon's outburst. "Oh?"

Namjoon swallows hard, ignoring Yoongi's pointed gaze to his left. "Let me lend you my jacket," he repeats, much more calmly this time. "It's the least I can do, since you're out here delivering my books in the rain."

"You don't have to do that -"

"I insist," Namjoon interrupts. "I'll grab it." Namjoon turns before Jimin can protest and heads back to his studio. He grabs his hooded denim jacket from the back of his chair and hurries back to the front of the shop. "Here," he says, holding out the jacket.

Jimin takes it tentatively, looking a little unsure. "Okay, if you're positive it’s alright." He offers a small smile. "Thank you, Namjoon-ssi."

"Call me hyung," Namjoon blurts.

Jimin's smile widens, his cheeks lifting. "Okay, Namjoon hyung." Jimin hands Yoongi back his towel and slips into the jacket. It's huge on him, swallowing him up and making him look tiny. It hangs well past the hem of his shorts and dwarfs his slight frame. His fingertips barely peek from the sleeves as he tugs it around himself. Namjoon barely stops himself from screaming. "Thank you, hyung, I'll return it."

"No problem," Namjoon croaks, mouth suddenly dry. With another smile and a wave, Jimin pulls up the hood and is gone.

"Smooth," Yoongi drawls, imitating whip cracking noises as Namjoon stomps past him back to his studio.

"It's funny," Yoongi pipes up suddenly, "how Jimin never seems to dress for the weather."

They're sitting in Yoongi's studio, Yoongi and Hoseok curled together on the couch against the wall as Yoongi doodles on Hoseok's arm with a pen. Namjoon is sitting at Yoongi's desk, drawing flowers in his sketchbook. He looks up, confused. "What?"

Yoongi snorts loudly. "Every time he's come in lately, he never seems to be dressed for the weather." Yoongi pauses. "And you always seem to have extra sweaters and jackets. Do you have any clothes left?"

Namjoon tries very hard to fight down his blush. "I have no idea what you're talking about." But he does, he maybe has noticed it too. But he's pretty sure it doesn't mean anything, just that Jimin tends to not be prepared for or forget to check the weather.

Like the previous week, when it was really windy and Jimin appeared in the doorway looking windswept and shivering slightly. Namjoon hadn't hesitated to lend Jimin his hoodie, even if it was his favorite one. Jimin had happily pulled it on, nearly disappearing in the fabric. It hung to his mid-thighs and completely covered his hands, making him look so soft and small. He thanked Namjoon with a smile, his hair a fluffy cloud on his head from the wind and the sweatshirt mussing it up. Namjoon had nearly choked on his spit trying to say it wasn't a problem.

Or when Jimin came in on a day when it was strangely cold, almost unseasonably cold. He was in tight jeans and a baby blue crop top. Namjoon had to fight with himself to not stare at Jimin's stomach. His jeans rode low on his hips, showing his v-line and the toned planes of his abdominal muscles. Namjoon was able to confirm that there was, in fact, a shiny jewel at Jimin's navel. It was bright pink and glittered as he shifted, looking amazing next to his perfect tan skin. Namjoon had given him a fluffy cardigan and barely resisted the urge to tug Jimin into his arms.

And just last week, it was raining on Friday and Jimin stopped in to deliver a book on succulents. Yoongi was with a client and Jungkook was probably making out with Seokjin somewhere in the back so it was just Namjoon up front. He had gotten a towel for a shivering Jimin, clad in only jeans and a tank top, and tried not to think about licking the raindrops off his muscular biceps. Jimin had grinned at him, shaking his wet hair out of his eyes, as Namjoon handed him another hoodie to wear.

"When are you going to ask him out?" Hoseok chimes in, looking up from where he's been trying to braid Yoongi's shaggy black hair.

"Why would I ask him out?"

Yoongi rolls his eyes. "Jimin obviously owns his own coats and sweaters, Namjoon. He's only doing this to wear yours."

Namjoon scoffs, setting down his pen. "He most certainly isn't doing that."

"He definitely is," Hoseok states. "I do it to Yoongi hyung all the time so I can wear his hoodies. They're cozy and I like smelling like him." Yoongi coos and leans in to kiss Hoseok. Namjoon mimes throwing up.

"He obviously likes you," Yoongi adds, after he extracts his tongue from Hoseok's mouth. "And you like him, just ask him out." Hoseok cups Yoongi's chin, guiding him into another kiss and Namjoon takes that as his cue to grab his sketchbook and leave.

"Namjoon hyung! Your books!"

Namjoon looks up from the cluster of peonies he'd been sketching at the sound of his name. Pushing himself to his feet, he shoves a hand through his hair and exits his studio, making his way to the front of the shop. He pauses at the end of the hallway, seeing Jimin standing near the front desk, smiling and chatting with Taehyung.

Jimin spots him and his smile grows, he holds up one hand in a wave. "Hi hyung! I have your books here."

"Thank you, Jimin," Namjoon says, accepting the small pile of novels and reference books. "I have some for you to take back, I'll grab them from the desk." Namjoon grabs the books and turns back around, seeing Taehyung nudging Jimin in the side. Jimin shoots Taehyung a glare, his cheeks looking a little pink.

"Namjoon hyung," Jimin begins, turning back to Namjoon and smiling sweetly, "um, I was thinking that I really need to return your clothes."

"Oh." Namjoon, honestly, hadn't even realized that Jimin would need to return his clothes. Namjoon would, of course, like to have his clothes back, preferably if they smelled like Jimin. But he's been perfectly fine considering them lost forever. "It's not a problem, Jimin."

"Well, I should. And, um -" Jimin pauses and looks a little shy, fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "I thought maybe I should pay you back for being so nice?"

Namjoon waves a hand, shaking his head. "You don't have to do that, you're bringing me my books, I might as well do what I can to help."

"I want to. Please?" Jimin's eyes widen and his bottom lip sticks out a little. "Coffee? My treat."

Namjoon has half a moment where he wonders if Jimin is asking him out, trying to take him on a date. But that can't be the case, it's not possible. There's no way Jimin would be asking him out, no way Jimin wants to go out with him. He's just being friendly. "Okay, sure," Namjoon agrees. If he can't have Jimin as a boyfriend, at least he could have him as a friend.

"Great!" Jimin chirps, clapping his hands and grinning. "How about today after work? What time are you done?"

"My last appointment probably finishes around three." Namjoon is a little surprised Jimin wants to go so soon, but he's not going to question it. He doesn't have any plans after work.

"Great!" Jimin says again, nodding happily. "Let's meet at the coffee shop a few blocks up at three thirty?"

Namjoon nods, shoving his hands in his pockets to hide the way they've started to shake a little from nerves. "Alright, three thirty."

Jimin leans over the desk and grabs a pen and paper, scribbling something down. "And here's my number." He holds the slip of paper out to Namjoon, smiling. "If anything changes or whatever." He smiles as Namjoon pulls a hand from his pocket and takes it, their fingers brush. "Or if you just want to text me."

"Um, okay." Namjoon tries to fight down his blush. "Yeah, cool."

Jimin giggles, honest to God giggles, and backs toward the door, gracing Namjoon with a tiny wave of his fingers. "I'll see you at three thirty."

Taehyung turns to Namjoon as soon as the door swings closed, looking at him with wide, sparkling eyes. "Jimin just asked you out!" he crows, clapping his hands.

"No he didn't," Namjoon says quickly, frowning at Taehyung who has started bouncing on the balls of his feet. Namjoon realizes that Taehyung isn't wearing any shoes, his purple glitter painted toenails standing out against the polished black floor. "He just wants to pay me back."

Taehyung glares at him, stopping his bouncing. "He asked you out," he insists.

"Taehyung, you're being ridiculous." Which is normal for a day in the shop, but this is on another level. "How many energy drinks have you had today?"

Taehyung scowls at him. "Three." Namjoon's eyes widen, it's barely noon. "But that's beside the point! I know Jiminie a lot better than you, we're friends. I would know if he was asking you out. And he was, he did!"

"You're friends?" Namjoon asks, surprised.

"Yeah?" Taehyung cocks his head, as if Namjoon is being obtuse. "I did his piercings and we started hanging out. I basically live at his apartment on the weekends. He talks about you, you know. He likes you."

Namjoon stiffens, glaring at Taehyung. "He absolutely does not." Right? There's no way. But why would Jimin be talking about him if...Namjoon shakes his head. "No."

Taehyung scoffs at him, shaking his head as he turns and heads back toward his studio. "Whatever, loser," he snaps over his shoulder.

"Put on some shoes!" Namjoon calls after him, earning him a middle finger and a loud raspberry.

Three blocks is not enough time for Namjoon to get his heart rate or his breathing under control. He wishes he could blame it on the incline, that he had to walk uphill, but the coffee shop is basically a straight, flat shot three blocks from the tattoo shop. Nervous energy fills him, butterflies fluttering in his belly and his fingers tap against his thigh. He takes a shaky breath as he turns the last corner and spots the shop. Jimin is there, waiting outside. Namjoon pauses to admire him, the tight jeans clinging to his legs and oversized white shirt nearly hanging off one of his shoulders. His hair is styled off his forehead and as he turns, catching Namjoon's gaze, the sun catches his hair and illuminates it like a halo.

Fuck. Namjoon is so fucked.

"Hey," Namjoon greets, hands once more stuffed into his pockets, as he reaches Jimin's side.

Jimin grins at him and leans forward, linking their arms together. "Hi, hyung. Ready?"

Namjoon nods, mouth suddenly way too dry to form words. Jimin's arm is warm against his as he tugs him forward and into the shop. His skin is so smooth and soft and Namjoon feels goosebumps pebbling on his arm where they touch. Before he knows it, they're at the counter and Jimin is slipping away from him. Namjoon barely stops himself from reaching out and pulling him back against his side.

"What do you want?" Jimin asks, turning to him.

"Ah, just an iced coffee?"

Jimin nods and orders two iced coffees, batting at Namjoon's arm when he tries to pull out his wallet. "I said it's my treat."

"But I'm the hyung," he offers weakly.

Jimin just clicks his tongue and hands over his credit card. "I told you, I'm paying you back."

Namjoon relents, allowing Jimin to buy their coffees and hand him one of the cold plastic cups. They make their way to a table by the windows and sit across from each other. Jimin is quick to pull him into conversation and Namjoon finds that, surprisingly, Jimin is easy to talk to. He doesn't seem to mind leading the conversation, asking Namjoon questions about himself and listening intently.

"How did you become a tattoo artist?" Jimin asks after a few minutes of small talk.

"I've always liked art," Namjoon says with a shrug. "My parents wanted me to be an engineer or something. They don't really approve, they were pissed when hyung and I opened the shop. But art is my passion, it makes me happy in a way my degree in structural engineering never would have."

"I knew you were smart, with all those books you read," Jimin teases, Namjoon feels himself blushing and ducks his head. Jimin smiles, leaning forward. "I love that you followed your passions, I'm trying to do the same."

"Oh?" Namjoon prompts.

"I only work at the library part time, I'm finishing a graduate degree program right now, my last year," Jimin explains.

"What are you studying?" Namjoon tries to guess before he answers. He could see Jimin doing something with children, maybe education or social work of some kind. But Jimin seems like a bit of an enigma, he could be studying biotechnology or French Renaissance architecture for all Namjoon knows.

"Dance," Jimin states and Namjoon instantly feels like that makes sense. As he looks at Jimin again, a little more closely, he does look like a dancer. Graceful, muscular limbs, the way he carries himself and moves. "I've been dancing since I was little and it's always been my dream to be part of a contemporary dance company."

"That's amazing, you must be really talented."

Jimin just shrugs. "I'm alright." Namjoon snorts, ready to argue with Jimin's obvious under-reporting of his talents but he stops before he can speak. Jimin has reached across the table and is tracing the sweeping line of a vine along his forearm. His fingertip follows the trail toward his elbow, Namjoon barely suppressing a shiver at the soft touch. "Do you design your own tattoos?" he asks, eyes fixed on the ink on Namjoon's arm.

"Most of them," Namjoon says, licking his lips. "Yoongi does most of them based on my designs." He shifts, turning his arm to show where the vines converge, a burst of clematis flowers tattooed over his elbow.

"They're really beautiful," Jimin says softly, withdrawing his hand a little. Namjoon thinks he's going to move back, but instead Jimin brings up his other hand and takes Namjoon's hand between both of them. Namjoon watches, eyes wide and heart racing, as Jimin begins playing with his fingers. "I've been thinking about getting more," Jimin says softly, looking up at Namjoon through his eyelashes. "But it's hard as a dancer."

Namjoon nods, swallowing around what feels like a golf ball in his throat. "I bet," he croaks, eyes fixed on where Jimin's petite fingers are playing with his knuckles. Heat races down his spine, sweat breaking out on his lower back.

Jimin looks up at him again, pouting and batting his eyelashes. "Maybe you could design something for me?" Jimin asks, turning Namjoon's hand over to trace his fingertips over the chrysanthemum etched into Namjoon's wrist, the petals that spill onto his palm. "Your floral work is so beautiful."

"I'd love to," Namjoon rasps. He feels like he must be misreading things. This feels like flirting, like Jimin is hitting on him, but that can't be right. Jimin withdraws his hands and picks up his coffee, bringing the straw to his lips. Namjoon watches the way his plush pink lips close around the straw as he sucks.

"Ah!" Jimin gasps, pulling the drink away as a drop of coffee slides down the outside of the cup and onto his hand. He clicks his tongue and brings the cup up to his mouth. Namjoon bites back a scream as Jimin's tongue darts out, pretty and pink, and licks up the drip of coffee. Jimin pops a finger in his mouth after, sucking off any of the leftover liquid and Namjoon quickly crosses his legs under the table.

Setting his coffee back down, Jimin looks up at him and frowns. "Are you alright, Namjoon hyung? You look a little flushed."

"Oh," Namjoon says quickly, clearing his throat. "I'm fine. My coffee is just a little hot."

Jimin blinks at him in confusion and then his lips curl up in a smile. He props his elbow on the table and leans his cheek on it, eyes flashing. "You're drinking an iced coffee, hyung."

Namjoon nearly chokes on his coffee, feeling the flush climbing higher on his cheeks, his skin feels too hot. "Sorry, I uh -"

"It's fine," Jimin says blandly, gracefully shrugging one shoulder. There's a pause as Jimin studies him with his dark eyes. "Am I making you nervous?"

Namjoon licks his lips. He doesn't know what the correct answer here is. He doesn't want to seem like an idiot if he says yes, but how does he explain it otherwise. He clears his throat again. "Maybe a little," he offers, voice small. Jimin's smile grows. "You're just really pretty." Namjoon snaps his jaw closed, not having meant to blurt out that part.

Lifting his head from his hand, Jimin stares at him with wide eyes, mouth open in surprise. Then he relaxes, sinking back against his chair and smiling sweet as honey. But there's something unreadable in his eyes, something pleased, hungry. "Thank you," he says simply. "I really should give you back your clothes." Jimin drains the last of his coffee. "Do you have plans after this?"

Namjoon shakes his head. "No, just go home and read I guess."

Jimin's smile widens. "Would you like to come over to my apartment?"

"Come over?" Namjoon parrots.

Jimin nods serenely, looking like a cat who caught a canary. "Yes, I can give you your clothes back, if you don't mind coming over to my place, of course."

"That's - that's fine," Namjoon stutters, wiping his now sweaty palms on his jeans. Jimin grins impossibly wider and stands.

Outside the shop, Jimin immediately latches onto Namjoon's arm with both of his. An electric current seems to move through Namjoon's body at the contact, making him nearly shiver. Jimin tugs him down the sidewalk, explaining where his apartment is, as Namjoon tries not to stumble over his feet. Namjoon doesn't know what to think, but he doesn't stop Jimin from holding into him. Out of nowhere, he feels a little bold, linking their fingers when Jimin’s hand slides down into his. He's rewarded with a huge smile and creased eyes as Jimin pulls him along.

"Sorry if it's a little messy," Jimin says as he pushes open the door to his apartment and they take off their shoes.

It doesn't seem messy at all, it seems perfectly Jimin. The room is open concept, with a hallway splitting off along the far wall where Namjoon assumes Jimin's bedroom must be. There's an open kitchen to the left, an island counter, painted blue, with three bright yellow stools set up in front of it. Namjoon can see a pile of what looks like mail and empty protein blender bottles scattered across the surface. He can't help but smile at the calendar on the wall, two kittens in a basket wearing cowboy hats.

"Make yourself comfortable," Jimin says, gesturing to the other side of the apartment. "I'll grab your clothes and be right back."

Namjoon nods and turns to the other side of the room. A plush blue couch covered in pillows in a riot of colors and a fluffy purple throw blanket. His socks sink into the soft fabric of a rainbow zebra print throw rug on the floor. Namjoon sinks into the couch, feeling nearly swallowed by the soft cushions, and glances around. The coffee table in front of him has a stack of textbooks and a tray holding bottles of nail polish and other makeup. His eyes zero in on a glittery purple bottle, wondering if Jimin painted Taehyung's nails. There are a few candles in the center of the table, lemon sugar, bergamot and jasmine, pineapple. Namjoon imagines Jimin smells like a mixture of those scents, it makes his head spin a little.

There's a television on the wall across from him, a small bookshelf holding books and photographs underneath. By the windows, there's a large beanbag chair and a pile of pillows, a throw blanket tossed over them and a mug sitting on the floor next to the beanbag. Craning his neck, Namjoon can see the wall above him is strung with wire, photographs hung from clothespins. There are pictures of animals and the city, some of Jimin and who he assumes must be his friends, he even spots Taehyung in a few.

Everything is soft and pretty, comfortable and bright. The entire room feels touched by sunlight, just like Jimin. Namjoon thinks this is very different from his own apartment, decorated in muted grays and greens, every available surface covered in books and plants. Jimin does have one plant though, a little cactus with purple flowers under his television, it looks like it could use a bit more sun.

He hears footsteps on the hardwood, approaching from the hallway and turns his head, still half gazing at the plant. "Jimin, your plant looks like -" Namjoon cuts off mid-sentence because Jimin has returned, standing in the arched opening to the hallway wearing Namjoon's sweatshirt. And, as far as he can tell, only Namjoon's sweatshirt. It's the first hoodie he had given him, a faded and worn gray one with frayed sleeves. It falls to the middle of Jimin's tan thighs.

Namjoon snaps his eyes from Jimin's legs to his face, seeing Jimin watching him shyly, a blush high on his cheeks. His fingers fiddle with the hem of the sweatshirt and he shifts on his feet.

"What are you doing?" Namjoon asks. His words come out almost harsh, which he doesn't intend. He just - he doesn't know what to think. The star of all his secret fantasies is standing in front of him, dressed as if he just stepped straight out of one of those fantasies.

Jimin's cheeks heat even more and his face falls, he looks suddenly unsure. "I, um -"

"Is that my sweatshirt?" Namjoon interrupts. He lets his eyes trail down again. "Are you..."

Jimin's shy smile returns and he takes a few steps closer. "Naked underneath?" Jimin finishes for him.

Namjoon's mouth goes bone dry, all saliva drying up in a moment. He nods, throat too dry to even rasp out a word.

Jimin's smile turns a little wicked. "Do you want to find out?"

Jimin is in front of him now. All Namjoon needs to do is lift his arms and he'll be able to touch Jimin, run his fingers over those smooth thighs. He's sure the skin must be softer than silk, so unblemished and perfect, like honey given solid form. Namjoon nods jerkily, swallowing hard. "Yes," he croaks.

Jimin laughs and falls into his lap, straddling him with his knees and shins braced on either side of Namjoon's thighs. Jimin's arms wind around his neck and he peers down at Namjoon, smiling softly. Tentatively, Namjoon brings his hands up to Jimin's hips, cupping his waist over the fabric as Jimin's smile vanishes. His eyes search Namjoon's face and his lips part, and then he's leaning in to connect their lips.

Namjoon fumbles for a moment, shocked when Jimin's plush lips press against his. It takes him a heartbeat, two, but then his hands tighten on Jimin's hips and he tilts his head, slotting their lips together. Jimin's lips are warm and soft, so plush and delicate as he moves them against Namjoon's. It's sweet, chaste, tentative brushes of their lips. Namjoon wishes he had put on lip balm, he's sure his lips are chapped, knows he has coffee breath. But Jimin doesn't seem to mind, not with the way his arms are tightening around Namjoon's neck. He makes a soft, satisfied sound in his throat and his tongue darts out, tracing along the seam of Namjoon's lips.

There's no hesitation this time. Namjoon parts his lips and presses his hands firmly to the small of Jimin's back through the hoodie, sliding his tongue past Jimin's lips. Jimin tastes like coffee and vanilla, his tongue rolls over Namjoon's and their lips move together. Namjoon feels like he's having an out of body experience, there's a gorgeous, mostly naked, man in his lap. There are fingers beginning to card through his hair and there's a tongue in his mouth. Jimin pulls back a little, nipping at Namjoon's bottom lip and sucking the flesh into his mouth. Namjoon can't stifle the moan that crawls up his throat.

Jimin giggles and presses their foreheads together. "I thought you wanted to find out if I was naked," Jimin purrs, nudging their noses together.

Namjoon searches his face from millimeters away, taking in Jimin's hooded eyes and swollen lips. "Can I..."

"Yeah," Jimin whispers, lips curling. "If you want to."

Namjoon wants to, God, does he want to. Namjoon tilts his head, leaning back in to connect their lips. Jimin responds eagerly, wet lips moving against his with purpose and intent, filled with heat and hunger. Namjoon opens his jaw wider, trying to kiss him deeper, take as much as he can. And as he moves his lips he slowly, so slowly, slides his hands down Jimin's waist. His fingertips skate along Jimin's sides until he gets to the bare skin of Jimin's thighs.

Skin, smooth and warm, softer than velvet. Jimin lets out a tiny whimper as Namjoon's fingers squeeze into his legs and slip under the hem of the hoodie. He slides them up so slowly, hands shaking, and meets no resistance. There's no fabric underneath, nothing as he slides his hands up to Jimin's hips. Just bare skin and the jut of his hip bones under Namjoon's fingers.

"Fuck," Namjoon whispers, fingers twitching and gripping warm skin. Jimin's waist is so tiny, Namjoon's hands span nearly the entirety of the small of his back, fingertips digging into the dimples in his back. Namjoon doesn't know how he got here, can't believe this is where he's ended up. Just a few hours ago he was tattooing cherry blossoms on a client's shoulder. And barely an hour after that he was sitting across the table from Jimin at a café, Jimin's hands tracing the flora inked into his skin. And now, in this moment, with Jimin in his lap, sucking on Namjoon's tongue, he can hardly believe this is real.

Jimin pulls back a little and leans their foreheads together. He giggles, squirming a little in Namjoon's lap and smiles, his fingernails dig into the nape of Namjoon's neck. "You like?"

"Yeah," Namjoon breathes, spreading his fingers wide. The pads of his fingers brush over the top of the curve of Jimin's ass, just barely tracing the start of the swell. "I like you in my clothes."

Jimin's smile grows, teeth flashing as he grins. "I like wearing them, like how small they make me feel." Jimin squirms again, nearly brushing over Namjoon's straining erection. He's embarrassingly hard in his jeans already and the pressure against his zipper is becoming a painful throb. "You're so big," Jimin murmurs, diving forward to nip at Namjoon's lips.

A growl builds in Namjoon's chest at Jimin's words, the low purr of his voice. Emboldened, he slides his hands lower and cups Jimin's ass, squeezing into the flesh. It's perfect, so plush and warm, just the right amount of jiggle and give. Namjoon feels like a pot of water, hot and bubbling, nearly boiling over as he digs his fingers into Jimin's ass cheeks. Jimin moans and arches into the touch, head thrown back.

Their lips connect again as Jimin surges forward. It's messy and wet, tongues rolling and teeth clashing; Jimin whines into his mouth and his hands tug at Namjoon's hair. Namjoon sucks at Jimin's tongue and squeezes his ass again. Licking into Jimin's mouth, Namjoon tightens his grip on Jimin's ass and surges up, standing from the couch and lifting Jimin with him. Jimin's hands grip at the fabric of his shirt and he squeaks, wrapping his legs around Namjoon's waist.

"Can I -" Namjoon cuts off, gasping as he feels Jimin's erection press into his stomach. "Bedroom?"

Jimin nods eagerly. "Straight ahead through the doorway."

Namjoon takes a step forward, and Jimin's lips attach to his neck. Teeth nip at the skin of his throat and a tongue traces along the shell of his ear. Namjoon cranes his neck to the side as Jimin sucks at his earlobe, tongue rolling over the hoops in his ears. Namjoon holds Jimin tight by the ass as he pads across the floor, feeling like he's walking on something unsteady, like inflatable funhouse flooring. The pot of water inside him continues to bubble, he feels seconds away from boiling over.

Shouldering Jimin's bedroom door open, Namjoon steps inside, sweeping his eyes over the interior. There's a bed in the far corner, covered in fluffy blue-green pillows and blankets, looking more like a cozy nest than anything else. There are colored glass lamps and unlit candles on most of the surfaces. Fairy lights hang over the windows by the bed, continuing along the wall to the foot of the bed. A large pride flag and pictures are hung on the wall along the side of the bed, another fluffy throw rug laid across the floor. It's cute, cozy, another room that screams Jimin. Every little glimpse of Jimin he sees, every peek inside, just makes him want to get to know the other man more.

Jimin unwinds his arms as Namjoon sets a knee on the bed, laying Jimin gently on the blankets. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, setting his other leg on the bed. He presses his forearms into the mattress, caging Jimin in with his body and staring down into his face. Jimin's face is flushed, eyes hooded and lips swollen.

"So are you, Joonie hyung," Jimin says softly. His hands come up to Namjoon's face, cupping his cheeks gently. His thumbs trace gently along Namjoon's cheekbones and he pulls him down, guiding him into another kiss.

Their lips connect again, sweeter this time, almost chaste. Jimin's arms wind back around his neck, one hand tangling in his hair. Namjoon moans at the feeling of Jimin tugging at the strands, his nails scratching at his scalp. Pushing himself up, Namjoon lifts onto his knees and slides his hands up Jimin's legs. "Can I take this off?" he whispers, fingertips stopping just under the edge of the sweatshirt. It's ridden up to the point that Jimin is just barely covered and all Namjoon wants is to see more.

"Yeah," Jimin agrees, "please."

Namjoon swallows hard, feeling saliva pooling beneath his tongue. His hands move slowly, pushing up the hem of the sweatshirt to Jimin's hips. Jimin's erection is revealed, hard and flushed, curving up toward his stomach. Precum beads at the tip, a sticky trail connecting to the fabric of the sweatshirt as it pulls away.

"Fuck," Namjoon whispers, dipping down to press a kiss to the tip of Jimin's leaking cock. Jimin's hips jerk and he moans, thighs clenching, as Namjoon licks up the precum at the crown. He pulls away again and pushes the sweatshirt up higher. Jimin's navel is revealed, a pretty pink jewel and a dangling purple butterfly. Namjoon ghosts his thumb over the piercing, feeling Jimin shiver.

"Hyung," Jimin whines, squirming beneath him.

Snapping his eyes up to Jimin's face, Namjoon can see him chewing at his bottom lip, eyes wide and desperate. Licking his lips, Namjoon helps Jimin lift a bit and pushes the sweatshirt up and over his head. As he's tugging it off his arms, Namjoon freezes, eyes caught by flashes of silver at Jimin's chest. He zeroes in on his nipples and the barbells through the pebbled buds. Namjoon's gaze flits between Jimin's nipples and his face, seeing Jimin's lips curl up in a smirk.

"You like?" Jimin asks, cocking his head.

Namjoon nods, bringing up a shaky hand to thumb over one nipple. Jimin arches into the touch, stomach muscles clenching. "Did Taehyung do these?"

"Mhm," Jimin confirms, squirming again as Namjoon tugs lightly at the barbell.

"Pretty," Namjoon whispers and leans in, falling onto his forearms again and licking a stripe over Jimin's chest. Jimin groans, head falling back against the pillows as Namjoon's tongue traces over one nipple, flicking over the barbell. He nips at the flesh, tugging gently and Jimin cries out, back lifting off the bed.

"Namjoon," Jimin gasps, hands fisting in Namjoon's hair. "Hyung, take your clothes off."

Namjoon is quick to comply, sitting up again and pulling his shirt over his head. Jimin's eyes rake over his chest and Namjoon is glad he's been going to the gym with Hoseok and Jungkook. Jimin's eyes trail over the cactus flowers inked over his heart, the vines that snake over his shoulders and twine down his arms, bursts of flowers and leaves on his ribs that continue onto his back.

"You're so fucking hot," Jimin groans, pushing himself to sit up and grab Namjoon by the shoulders. Namjoon huffs, the breath leaving him as Jimin flips him onto his back, manhandling him until he's flat against the mattress. He stares up, a little shell shocked, as Jimin settles between his legs and tugs at his belt. "I've been trying to make a move on you for weeks," Jimin growls, finally managing to unhook his belt. His hands move to the fastenings of Namjoon's jeans, pulling at the button and zipper. "Wanted to ask you out forever."

"You -" Namjoon breaks off, surprise evident in his voice. "What?"

Jimin pauses, fingers curled into the waistband of Namjoon's jeans. "Namjoon, do you think I invite men over to my apartment and parade around basically naked all the time? Do you think this is a regular thing for me?"

"Well, no..." Namjoon trails off.

Jimin laughs, throwing his head back and beginning to tug Namjoon's pants down his legs. "Good, I was going to be pissed if you said yes. I like you, hyung," he continues, shifting to pull Namjoon's pants over his ankles and feet. "You're just so oblivious, baby." Namjoon's cock twitches in his briefs at the pet name. "Taehyungie told me you didn't think coffee was a date, I had to convince you somehow." Jimin’s fingers ghost along the roses on Namjoon’s thigh, fingernails tracing the curve of thorns and petals inked into his skin. 

Namjoon stares down at him, trying to focus even as Jimin's fingers move to trace teasingly over his cock where it strains against his briefs. "This is very convincing," Namjoon rasps as Jimin's fingers brush over the wet spot on the front of his briefs. "I like you too, Jimin, a lot."

Jimin laughs again and slips his fingers beneath the waistband of Namjoon's briefs. "Good, and this is wonderful. I would love to talk more about how much we like each other." Jimin shifts again, tugging at Namjoon's briefs until his cock bobs free and slaps up against his stomach. He pulls them down his legs and fixes Namjoon with a cheeky smile. "But right now, I am very naked, and very horny and I really want to suck your dick."

Embarrassingly, Namjoon had chosen that moment to try to swallow the saliva pooling in his mouth. He audibly chokes, barely able to nod as Jimin giggles and falls to his elbows, legs tucked under him. Namjoon gasps, hips jerking as Jimin's fingers close around his cock. Jimin's hands are small and petite, fingers barely meeting as they grip him and stroke loosely.

"You're so big, baby," Jimin purrs, leaning in so his breath ghosts across the wet head of Namjoon's cock. "Knew you would be."

Namjoon can only whine in response, fisting his hands in Jimin's soft blankets, as Jimin licks a wet stripe up his cock. He shudders, thighs clenching, as Jimin's tongue traces along his length, long sweeps and kitten licks along the shaft and over the tip, collecting precum and tracing veins and ridges. Namjoon is not above begging, and he's just about to start to plead for mercy, when Jimin grips him more firmly at the base, and fits his lips over the head of his cock.

"Holy shit," Namjoon grits out, unable to stop himself. Jimin's suckles at the tip of his dick, tongue tracing along the skin and digging into the sensitive skin just beneath the head. Namjoon opens his eyes and glances down just as Jimin begins to lower his mouth over Namjoon's cock. Namjoon feels his cock twitch in Jimin's mouth and barely stops himself from thrusting into the tight, wet heat at the visual. Jimin's plump lips, swollen and spit-slicked, are stretched taut around his cock. Namjoon could probably come right now, just from the feeling of Jimin hollowing his cheeks and sucking him in and the visual in front of him.

But then Jimin looks up at him through his lashes and takes Namjoon into his throat and Namjoon nearly screams. He clenches his thighs to stop his hips from jumping as Jimin swallows around his length. Jimin's throat tightens around the head of his cock and Namjoon digs his nails into his palms, barely holding back his orgasm. There's no way he's going to come yet, not like this, embarrassingly fast with the most gorgeous man he's ever seen sucking him off. Not when he could...

"Jimin," Namjoon rasps. His voice sounds fucked out and affected, hoarse and overused. Jimin looks up again through his lashes, his eyes a little teary. "Can I -" he swallows, tries to will the tremor from his voice. "I wanna fuck you, please?"

With a pop, Jimin pulls off of him, one petite hand continuing to stroke his spit-slicked length. Jimin giggles, cocking his head to the side as he sits up. His eyes crease as he smiles. "Of course," he chirps. "You don't have to beg, baby. Lube is in the top drawer."

Namjoon scrambles for the end table, turning onto his side and sliding across the bed to reach it. He fumbles for the top drawer, pulling out a condom and a bottle of peach flavored lube. When he turns back, the lube slips from his fingers. Jimin is on his knees and elbows in the center of the bed, looking over his shoulder. Namjoon sees it then. The tattoo. A pink lipstick kiss on one plush ass cheek. "Holy fucking fuck," he swears, much louder and more forcefully than intended.

Jimin throws his head back and laughs, wiggling his ass. "You like?"

"This is the tattoo Yoongi gave you?" he asks, picking up the lube again and knee-walking across the bed.

Jimin laughs again, meeting Namjoon's eyes and winking. "It only seems right to call someone hyung after they've tattooed your ass, you know?"

"I guess so," Namjoon answers absently. He can't seem to think, eyes trained on the pink lips on Jimin's ass, inked permanently into his skin. "Holy shit," he whispers.

Namjoon settles behind Jimin, between his parted legs, and drops the lube and condom onto the blankets. Namjoon takes in Jimin's ass from this angle, the plump curve looking sun kissed and flushed, as perfect as a ripe peach. Namjoon brings up a hand, shaking fingertips trailing gently from the base of Jimin's spine down one cheek. Goosebumps blossom on Jimin's skin, following the trail of his fingers. Namjoon traces over the curve of the lips and leans in, pressing his own lips to the tattoo.

Jimin's skin is so warm, feeling even softer under his lips than he had under his fingers. He nips at the firm flesh, trailing kisses along his cheeks as he pops the cap on the lube. The scent of artificial peaches fills the room as Namjoon slicks up his fingers. He slides one in slowly, watching Jimin's head fall between his shoulders and hearing Jimin let out a shuddering breath.

"Start with two," Jimin whispers, voice hoarse and affected. "I maybe...got excited thinking about you in the bathroom at work earlier."

Namjoon freezes with his finger inside Jimin's hole. "You fingered yourself at the library?" Namjoon presses a second finger to his entrance. "Because you were thinking about me?"

A whine leaves Jimin's lips as both fingers press slowly inside of him. "Yes," he gasps, "couldn't help it."

"Fuck," Namjoon rasps, "that's so fucking hot." Jimin is tight but not too tight for both of his fingers. Namjoon opens him up slowly, wiggling and scissoring his fingers, massaging along Jimin's walls as he thrusts in and out. He keeps a steady pace, taking his time when he slides in a third finger, until Jimin starts to beg for more.

Namjoon could never say no, not when Jimin is panting and whining, wiggling his ass and pleading for Namjoon to give him what he wants. Namjoon pushes his fingers in deeper, fucking them hard and fast into Jimin's hole. He's wet and tight, the squelching sound of the lube loud in the quiet of the room, the volume matched only by Jimin's moans and whimpers. Jimin is pressing back against him, driving his hips back to take Namjoon's fingers more deeply inside him.

Reaching between Jimin's legs, Namjoon takes Jimin's cock in hand and begins stroking in time with his thrusts. Jimin keens as Namjoon finds his prostate, rubbing hard with his fingers as he tugs at Jimin's leaking cock. It's hard and heavy in his hand, a steady trail of precum leaking onto the mattress. He's leaning in before he can stop himself, nipping and kissing at the smooth skin of Jimin's ass cheeks.

"Hyung," Jimin gasps, thighs trembling and hole clenching around Namjoon's fingers. "Please, don't wanna come like this," he begs. "Wanna come on your cock."

Namjoon freezes immediately, gently withdrawing his hands from Jimin's body and sitting back on his heels. "Okay, baby," he soothes, tearing open the condom with his teeth. "I've got you." Namjoon rolls the condom on and quickly slicks himself up, lifting back on his knees to line himself up. Namjoon clenches his jaw, breath coming in quick bursts through his nose as he slowly pushes forward. Jimin sucks him in easily, his cock sliding centimeter by centimeter along Jimin's walls.

"God," Jimin groans, head falling forward and hands fisting in the sheets. "You're fucking huge."

Namjoon pauses, rubbing a soothing palm along Jimin's lower back. Sweat has made Jimin's skin dewy, he nearly glimmers in the light filtering in through the gauzy curtains. "Do you want me to stop?" Namjoon asks. He doesn't want to, he never wants to not be here. But he'd stop if it was too much, if Jimin needed him to.

"Fuck no," Jimin snaps, pushing his hips back and swallowing more of Namjoon's cock. "Just keep going."

Gripping Jimin's hip with one hand, Namjoon holds him steady and slides in the rest of the way. He stops then, staring down at where they're connected as Jimin pants beneath him. There's a trembling in Jimin's limbs and a shudder runs down his spine as he lifts his head and looks over his shoulder. Namjoon's fingers clench on Jimin's hips as Jimin stares at him. He looks gorgeous, pupils blown wide and eyes a little teary, his plush lips are red and swollen, bottom lip caught between his teeth. His blonde hair is sticking to his forehead and a bead of sweat trails down his temple. Namjoon wishes he could lick it off.

As Namjoon watches, Jimin releases his bottom lip and licks his lips, letting out a shaky breath. "Go slow?"

"Yeah," Namjoon agrees immediately. "Of course." He starts slowly, pulling back until only the head of his cock is instead of Jimin's hole and then pressing forward. His cock drags along Jimin's walls, almost painfully slowly as he waits for Jimin to adjust more. Jimin is so hot and so tight, the slickness of the lube making the slide easy as he finds a rhythm.

Jimin begins to pant again, small moans leaving his lips as Namjoon continues. He starts to rut his hips back, meeting Namjoon's thrusts so their skin slaps together. "More," Jimin whispers, tossing his head to get his hair out of his eyes and looking over his shoulder again. "Harder." A demand that time, not a request.

It's easy to comply, Namjoon has been feeling like he might scream if he had to keep holding himself back. Namjoon pulls back slowly, pushing his tongue into his cheek as he grips Jimin's hips again. Jimin keens, collapsing to his elbows, as Namjoon slams back in, grinding his cock deep inside of Jimin's ass as they connect again. His grip on Jimin's hips is tight, probably close to bruising, as he pistons his hips and hammers into the smaller man's entrance. Jimin's face is buried in the mattress, tiny ah, ah, ahs and breathy moans leaving his lips as Namjoon fucks into him. Sliding an arm under Jimin's hips, Namjoon hitches him up higher, hearing Jimin gasp as the new angle pushes Namjoon's cock into his prostate.

"Ah, hyung," Jimin mewls, hands scrabbling at the blankets as Namjoon leans forward, burying his face between Jimin's shoulders and hammering into him. It feels so good, so amazing to have Jimin underneath him, warm and pliant as Namjoon chases pleasure. Jimin is shaking and trembling, whining out praise and entreaties for more. Namjoon can feel his orgasm getting closer, feel himself getting close to the edge but he freezes - cock buried in Jimin's tight heat - when Jimin reaches back and grabs his forearm. "Stop," Jimin rasps.

Namjoon barely suppresses a whine and swallows hard. "Am I hurting you?" he croaks, suddenly concerned. Maybe he's going too hard, doing too much. Jimin is so much smaller than him, maybe he -

"Pull out," Jimin demands, voice a low rasp.

Namjoon feels close to tears. Is Jimin going to tell him to leave? Did Namjoon fuck up so much that Jimin doesn't even want to come?

"Baby," Jimin's voice cuts through his thoughts, "pull out. I want to ride you."

Oh.

Namjoon is quick to comply, pulling back until his cock slides, slick with lube, from Jimin's hole. Jimin is on him before Namjoon can blink, switching them around and shoving Namjoon against the headboard. Namjoon barely has time to bring his hands up to hold Jimin's hips before the other man is in his lap, gripping his cock by the base and lining himself up.

The vision in front of him is mind-melting. Jimin slowly sinks down, his muscled thighs on either side of Namjoon's, one hand braced on his shoulder. Jimin throws his head back, the long column of his throat shining with sweat as he exhales a shaky breath. When he's fully seated, Jimin opens his eyes and tips his head forward again. Namjoon stares into Jimin's dark eyes, staring into molten honey brown as Jimin smiles at him, slow and hungry.

Jimin is a dancer. This is very, very clear now that he is in Namjoon's lap. This is very clear as Jimin rolls his hips and Namjoon sees stars and galaxies behind his eyelids, unable to keep his eyes open. "Ah, ah, ah," Jimin scolds, one hand coming up to grip Namjoon's chin. Namjoon's eyes fly open, meeting Jimin's gaze again. "I want you to watch me."

All he can do is nod, hands balanced on Jimin's hips, as Jimin throws his head back again and begins to move. He starts easily, with small movements and rolls of his hips, grinding Namjoon's cock deep inside himself. Namjoon leans forward, captivated by Jimin's throat, and licks a stripe up his sweaty skin. Jimin moans, tilting his head to give Namjoon better access. Jimin's skin is salty, but sweet at the same time, like he uses a sugar scrub every day. Namjoon attaches his lips to Jimin's neck, trailing a line of kisses up to his ear and back down to his shoulder.

Namjoon falls back against the headboard, mouth dislodged, when Jimin begins moving in earnest. Namjoon feels like he can barely hang on for the ride, one hand on Jimin's hip, the other on his ass, as Jimin bounces on his cock. Jimin's thighs flex against him as he lifts and lowers himself. Namjoon barely manages to surge forward and connect their lips, sweeping his tongue into Jimin's mouth as Jimin moans. Their lips and tongues move and hands roam and grope as Jimin fucks himself hard on Namjoon's cock, breathy gasps punched from his lungs and deep groans rolling from Namjoon's throat.

Heat is pooling in his groin, the bubbling water filling his veins and washing through him. Namjoon knows he's not going to last, and judging by the trembling in Jimin's thighs and the pinch in his brows, he's just as close to the edge. Namjoon removes his hand from Jimin's ass to bring it between their bodies. Jimin cries out and his teeth sink into Namjoon's bottom lip when Namjoon wraps his fingers around his weeping cock. Jimin's cock is hot and sticky in his hand, covered in precum and sweat. Namjoon tightens his fingers and strokes Jimin quickly, trying to match Jimin's pace on his cock.

With a high whine, Jimin clenches around him and his cock twitches in Namjoon's grasp, his release spilling over Namjoon's fingers in thick ribbons. Namjoon curses and buries his face in Jimin's neck, planting his feet on the bed and thrusting up to chase his own release. Jimin clings to his shoulders, mewling as Namjoon twists his wrist to milk the rest of Jimin's orgasm. Jimin clenches again and Namjoon's thighs tense, pleasure roars through him and he tips over the edge.

They come down slowly, Namjoon lifting his head from Jimin's shoulder to connect their mouths again. They kiss lazily as they remember how to breathe, Jimin's hands cupping Namjoon's cheeks as Jimin licks into his mouth. It feels so close, so intimate for - for whatever this is. A hookup? Namjoon isn't entirely sure. Namjoon shifts and pulls out slowly, lifting Jimin off his lap and laying him gently on the bed.

"Where's the bathroom?" Namjoon rasps, voice hoarse and throat sore.

Jimin gestures toward the doorway. "The only other door," he murmurs, dropping his hand and throwing it across his eyes. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths and he's shiny with sweat. Namjoon takes a moment to admire him as he slides off the bed, before heading for the bathroom.

Namjoon enjoyed this, obviously, it had felt amazing, Jimin is amazing. But it's not just the sex, Jimin seems amazing in other ways. Talking to him had felt wonderful and surprisingly easy. Namjoon wants to know more about him, to keep unraveling the mystery that is Park Jimin. Park Jimin who looks like a sweet angel when he delivers books but has an ass tattoo and pierced nipples and sucks dick like he was born to do it.

Wincing, Namjoon pulls off the condom and throws it in Jimin's bathroom trash. He glances at himself in the mirror as he cleans up in the sink. His pupils are wide and his hair is a wreck from Jimin's fingers running through it. His skin is flushed and he can see a bruise on his neck, most likely from Jimin's wandering mouth. Searching for a moment, Namjoon finds folded towels under Jimin's sink and wets a soft butter yellow cloth with warm water. He splashes his face with water and tries to tame down his hair a bit before taking a deep breath and exiting the bathroom. Jimin had said he likes him, hopefully he wants more than this.

Namjoon normally isn't one for casual hookups. He's had a few, but they always leave him feeling a little empty. He doesn't want that feeling with Jimin, doesn't want to leave and feel empty, lay in bed at night and remember the way Jimin had looked into his eyes while Namjoon's cock was buried inside of him.

Jimin is where he left him, on his back on the bed, hand still across his eyes. He looks small and soft, his blonde hair a fluffy nest and his honey-tanned skin pebbled with goosebumps. Namjoon has the sudden urge to cage him in and kiss every inch of his skin. As Namjoon approaches, Jimin pulls his hand away from his face and turns his head. His eyes are soft and sleepy and he smiles lazily, reaching out. Namjoon climbs onto the bed, kneeling next to him and gently wipes the cloth over his skin, cleaning him up.

Jimin hums and shivers a little, curling his fingers around Namjoon's knee and smiling. His eyes flutter closed as Namjoon wipes the mess of cum off his stomach and his hand squeezes into Namjoon's knee. "I was serious about what I said," Jimin murmurs.

Namjoon licks his lips, watching Jimin's face, slack with contentment. He tosses the cloth onto the floor and flops onto the bed, rolling onto his side to face Jimin. He splays a hand across his stomach, nearly able to span his entire torso with his pam. "Yeah?" Namjoon asks, voice soft.

Jimin peeks one eye open and looks at him, his smile grows. "Yeah," he echoes.

"I was too," Namjoon admits, moving closer to nuzzle his nose into Jimin's soft hair.

Jimin hums in satisfaction and his smile widens. "Good." He sits up slowly and looks down, patting Namjoon's chest. "Do you want to stay for dinner? We could get takeout and maybe, um, talk about...things?"

Namjoon smiles, dimples popping. He sits up and reaches for his boxers. "I'd like that."

Jimin stands and tugs on a pair of briefs from the floor. He grabs Namjoon's sweatshirt and pulls it over his head. "Me too." He pauses and looks down at the sweatshirt, smoothing it over his torso. "I do love this sweatshirt," he says conversationally. "It's so soft. If I didn't know any better..." he trails off and glances up through his lashes, his smile is wide and teasing. "I'd say it was made of boyfriend material."

Namjoon barks out a laugh as Jimin shoots him a wink and turns toward the door. Namjoon shoves himself off the bed and follows, wrapping his arms around Jimin's waist and letting Jimin lead him back into the living room, chattering happily about his favorite places for takeout. Namjoon smiles to himself, kissing Jimin's temple as he squeezes into the soft fabric of the sweatshirt, boyfriend material.