Seven
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Jeongguk was not normally the clingiest of people. He showed more skinship with Taehyung than anyone else, and for him to voluntarily hug, or cuddle, or cling on to others was a rarity. Not to say that he didn’t. Just that he didn’t often. So Namjoon thought it was fair to be somewhat confused. He was confused, because he couldn’t quite remember how he had made it from the dinner table to the couch, where Jeongguk was now, to put it mildly, clinging.
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- Part 1 of Seven
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Jeongguk and Taehyung were kissing. This was not altogether unusual, even though it had taken ages for Namjoon to notice. What was unusual was that Namjoon was staring. He was staring, and someone was going to see him staring and probably call him out on it. Probably Jimin. Or Seokjin. God, he was digging his own grave here.
In which Namjoon notices that Jeongguk has grown up, but Jeongguk has to prove it to him.
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- Part 2 of Seven
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Namjoon’s thigh bumped his under the table, and Yoongi side-eyed him before doing a double take, because someone had slipped a headband onto him, and now a light pink, fluffy halo was floating above his head, and he had leaned forward to put his chin in his hand as he talked with fans, and his lips were stupid red, and his thigh was still touching Yoongi’s.
He looked like an actual angel, and Yoongi wanted to do bad things with him.
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- Part 3 of Seven
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“Joonie hyung,” Jimin said, and smiled as Namjoon jerked upright, most likely having forgotten that he was there. “Yoongi hyung told me that you’re interested in using my blindfolds.”
Namjoon slid on his stool a bit as he turned to look at Jimin. His eyes were now wide and he looked completely caught off guard.
“I never said that,” he denied instantly, but Jimin could see behind his glassy eyes that the wheels were turning, that he was trying to recall if he had ever said that.
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- Part 4 of Seven
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“Shit,” Hoseok gasped, arching, spine liquefying. “Do that again.”
Namjoon did it again, and again Hoseok moaned. Go figure, he thought, that Namjoon—who on a good day could barely walk in a straight line—would be so accidentally good at this.
Or, Hoseok comes home sore from dance practice, and Namjoon offers him a massage.
If you're into short, smutty massage fics with unnecessary amounts of cursing, then this might be the fic for you.
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- Part 5 of Seven