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“BTS are here.”
The whispers cut through the crowd like lightning, spreading all the way to where Jisung is huddled in the corner with Hyunjin. They're at a rooftop party in Seoul, and five minutes ago, Jisung was ready to go home, but now he thinks he'll stay.
The people at the party are mostly industry insiders, so most of them keep their cool, but after just a few minutes, there's still a noticeable crowd of people around BTS.
Jisung knows them, has seen them everywhere, from end of year awards shows to music show performances, but it’s 2021 now and they're bigger than they've ever been and it feels different.
Suddenly the party seems more coherent, filled with more purpose. He wonders if BTS even know they have that effect on whole rooms of people. As the crowd shifts, Jisung sees a moment; Jimin and Taehyung catching each other’s eyes and grinning madly, and he guesses that they probably do know.
Jisung's not tall, and he can't see over the crowd to where BTS are actually standing, but he can see Taehyung's curls and the back of Namjoon's head and his broad shoulders. Jisung’s always been a little attracted to Namjoon, and every time Stray Kids and BTS have interacted, he’s never quite been able to meet his eye.
Eventually, the crowd settles and things go back to normal, but there's still that hum of excitement in the air, like anything could happen.
Jisung approaches the bar and sits, waiting to get the bartender's attention while he takes the orders of a few models sitting further down the bar. He's killing time on his phone when he feels someone sit down at the empty stool next to him.
He finishes a text and glances up, freezing still like a deer in headlights when he recognizes the person next to him.
"I like your earrings," the person says.
Kim Namjoon says.
Jisung stares at him. Does he think Jisung is someone else?
"What?" Jisung asks.
Namjoon smiles, his dimple showing.
Oh, no. Jisung's around a lot of beautiful people, and he's gotten used to seeing them up close, but he's never been this close to Namjoon before. Namjoon's different. He's handsome, perfectly styled, expensive suit, the watch on his wrist worth more than anything Jisung’s ever touched, but there's more than that. There's something about him. A magnetism that has Jisung's whole body buzzing.
"Your earrings," Namjoon says again, leaning closer, like he thought maybe Jisung couldn't hear him. He's so handsome Jisung wants to laugh in his face. Namjoon smiles deeper, flashing his teeth like he knows. "I like them."
Jisung's hand flies up to his ear, and he feels the row of silver earrings he'd put in earlier, including the one with the chain that ends in a cuff up on his cartilage.
"Oh, uh. Thank you," Jisung says, staring, wide-eyed at Namjoon. His tongue feels too thick in his mouth. He knows he’s probably being rude, but he can’t help it. Namjoon’s sudden attention startled him and he’s still trying to recover.
Namjoon chuckles. He turns in his seat so he's facing Jisung, and Jisung’s palms start to sweat. Why is he still talking to Jisung?
"Han, right?" Namjoon asks, and Jisung blinks rapidly at him. Logically, it makes perfect sense that Namjoon would know who he was. They’ve met before, and Stray Kids are big enough now and have been around long enough that Namjoon would probably remember him. But it still sends a thrill through Jisung’s stomach to hear Namjoon say his name.
"Yeah," Jisung says, squeakily. He clears his throat. He definitely looks like a huge dork and Namjoon is just looking at him, still smiling. "Han. Um. Han Jisung."
"Kim Namjoon," Namjoon says, even though they both know Jisung is aware of who he is. Everyone in this whole city knows who Kim Namjoon is. Jisung appreciates the gesture anyway.
"Nice to meet you," Jisung says, and he can feel himself blushing. "Officially. Nice to officially meet you, RM-sunbaenim."
And what else can he say? Obviously I know who you are? I practiced your raps when I was a trainee? I can do your verse from Dope with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back? He probably shouldn't say that last part. Or any parts of that. Oh god. He's spiraling again.
"Are you having a good time?" Jisung asks, and he internally congratulates himself for not letting his voice break.
Namjoon shrugs, then grins sheepishly.
"I am now," he says.
And. What the fuck? Is Namjoon hitting on him?
This time Jisung can't stop himself from laughing. He doesn't do it on purpose, it just comes out of him, a nervous bubble of giggles that he tries to cover with his hand. Namjoon scrunches his nose like he thinks Jisung is cute. Jisung hopes that Namjoon thinks he's cute. It's kind of the only angle he's working with right now.
"Sorry, was that too lame?" Namjoon says, without any hint of embarrassment. "I've been told I have to work on my pick-up lines."
And yeah, okay. So Kim Namjoon is definitely hitting on him. And he’s bad at it. And it’s working anyway.
"No!" Jisung says, uncovering his mouth. He's blushing, hard, and he knows it, but Namjoon doesn't seem to mind. "Definitely not lame. Sorry. Sometimes I just laugh when I'm nervous."
The bartender seems to have been clued in to Namjoon's presence, and has made his way down the bar. Even though Jisung's been waiting longer, he looks to Namjoon first. Namjoon gets his wallet out.
"Can I buy you a drink?" Namjoon asks.
Jisung has no idea why this is happening, but he knows he wants it to continue to happen, he likes the way Namjoon is looking at him. Jisung nods.
"Thank you," he says meekly. Namjoon smiles again. He buys their drinks and leads Jisung outside through a set of glass doors and onto the rooftop patio.
Jisung knows that Namjoon is tall. But he knows it objectively, like he knew before tonight that Namjoon was rich, talented, and handsome. All of those things feel a bit different in person and up close. But his height becomes especially apparent when they walk together.
Jisung barely reaches Namjoon's chest. Namjoon's gotten strong recently, and now he’s built with muscles that Jisung can see even through the well-cut suit he's wearing. He holds the door open for Jisung and Jisung feels tiny next to him, blushing a little as he walks past.
Namjoon picks a spot for them to sit, a bench out of sight of the doors, with only a few people around. Jisung's stomach swoops. He’s afraid that once they’re alone, he won’t be able to stop being awkward and he’ll scare Namjoon away.
"So," Namjoon says, sipping his drink and setting it down on the table in front of them. "I make you nervous?"
"Oh god," Jisung says, covering his face. "No, I didn't mean that. Don't take it personally. Everyone makes me nervous."
Namjoon raises his eyebrows at that, so Jisung rushes to explain.
"No, wait," he says, and his blush is back. He just hopes Namjoon keeps finding it as endearing as he did inside, because it's not going away any time soon. "Obviously not everyone. I'm an idol, I have to be around people all the time. I just meant that I have to get comfortable around someone before I stop, you know. Acting like this."
"Okay," Namjoon says, nodding. He seems to be seriously considering Jisung’s words. "So how do I make you get comfortable around me?"
And well. Wow. That's certainly the nicest thing anyone has ever said to Jisung while they were hitting on him. Jisung stops bouncing his knees. He smiles and tries to answer as honestly as possible.
"Ah," Jisung says, "Well, first you’d have to stop looking like that.”
He waves a hand at Namjoon’s general face and body. Namjoon cocks his head to the side.
“Looking like what?”
“You know,” Jisung says, “Expensive and sexy.”
Namjoon laughs at that, big and beautiful, tossing his head back. Jisung giggles, too, warmth spreading through his chest. Feeling a bit more confident, he takes a sip of his drink.
“You think I’m sexy?” Namjoon says, still laughing.
Jisung frowns. “Obviously. People must tell you how handsome you are all the time.”
“Sexy and handsome?” Namjoon says, shaking out the sleeves of his suit coat. “I’ll take that.”
“Oh my god,” Jisung says.
“You know,” Namjoon says, leaning in close like he’s telling Jisung a secret. Jisung can smell his cologne, subtle and warm, like cedarwood. “You’re looking pretty expensive and sexy tonight too.”
Jisung looks at Namjoon’s face, his lips parted in surprise. Jisung knows he looks good tonight. He's dressed in mostly black, in tight, belted pants and a cropped blazer that shows off his waist, and his hair is styled back off of his forehead, his earrings long and dangling to emphasize the length of his neck. But it feels different to hear it from Namjoon. Especially when he's looking at Jisung like he is now.
Hungrily. Like he wants to eat him whole.
“Oh, thank you,” Jisung says, suddenly shy again in the face of all of Namjoon’s attention. “RM-sunbaenim.”
“And please, call me hyung,” Namjoon says, and Jisung’s stomach does a little flip.
They talk for a while, about music and fashion and Namjoon's recent trip to the States. They show each other pictures of their dogs. It's nice, and comfortable, but Jisung has this heat burning in his stomach, and it's getting hotter and more intense with every passing minute.
He keeps dropping his gaze to Namjoon's mouth, and his eyes keep catching on Namjoon's hands, how much bigger than his own they are. He wants those hands on him, and wants to see how strong Namjoon really is.
"Did I lose you?" Namjoon asks, and Jisung startles, looking up from where he'd been staring at Namjoon's biceps, the way they're straining against the fabric of his dress shirt.
"Sorry," Jisung says, shaking his head and smiling. He licks at his bottom lip, pulls it between his teeth.
"You know," Namjoon says, setting his glass down on the table and leaning in towards Jisung. "I meant it, before. I do like your earrings." Namjoon reaches up and touches them gently, the pad of his pointer finger just barely brushing the side of Jisung's neck. Jisung shivers. "I could never pull these off. But on you? They're so pretty."
Jisung feels caught, caged in against the side of the bench, Namjoon's hand still next to his face, and he likes it. He wants more.
"You're so pretty," Namjoon says, barely above a whisper, and Jisung's face burns, his lips parting. "I've always thought so, you know. Han Jisung. So pretty. So cute."
Namjoon's so close now, and Jisung wants to kiss him, but they can't do that here.
"Do you," Jisung starts, swallowing. "Do you wanna get out of here?"
Namjoon chuckles, his eyes crinkling. "You read my mind."
Leaving is easier than Jisung had expected it to be. He'd anticipated running into trouble with his manager, but once he mentions he's going somewhere with Kim Namjoon, his manager doesn't ask any more questions. The BTS effect, he guesses.
Hyunjin gives Jisung a squeezing hug before he goes and whispers in his ear, "Text me and tell me everything."
Namjoon takes him to a hotel in the neighborhood, one he says he's stayed at before with his members. Jisung can't tell if this is something Namjoon does often enough that he knows where to go or if he's trying to impress Jisung. Jisung figures he doesn't really care either way, as long as he gets Namjoon's hands on him.
They get into the elevator and Namjoon presses one of the higher buttons and glances over at Jisung with a sly smile. Giddy excitement bubbles up in Jisung's chest, and once the doors slide closed he takes a step closer to Namjoon.
Namjoon reacts perfectly, nudging a knuckle under Jisung's chin and bending down to kiss him.
Jisung has to stop himself from climbing Namjoon like a fucking tree right there, because he kisses so well. It's sweet for a moment, and then Namjoon's pressing closer, letting his hands slide down Jisung's arms as he kisses him hungrily, flicking his tongue between Jisung's parted lips.
"Fuck," Namjoon says against his mouth, "Been wanting to do that for hours."
Jisung purrs, kissing him deeper, resting his arms on Namjoon's shoulders.
The elevator dings and Namjoon steps back, but once they get inside the suite he'd rented for the night, he slams the door shut and reaches for Jisung again.
Jisung wraps his arms around Namjoon’s neck and Namjoon grabs him by the waist and picks him up, backing them against the wall.
"This okay?" he asks, fingers digging into Jisung's sides.
Jisung nods. "Yeah, fuck," he says, "S'good. You can be rough with me, I can take it."
"Knew it," Namjoon says, kissing Jisung's neck and making him moan. "Knew you'd be good. You're gonna be so good for me, aren't you, baby?"
Jisung whines, burying his hands in Namjoon's gelled hair and dragging him back to kiss him again.
Namjoon's holding him up so easily, could do it with one arm probably, and Jisung loves knowing that, loves the way that feels. Namjoon kisses him, pressing their bodies closer together. Jisung wraps his legs around Namjoon's waist and lets Namjoon support his whole body weight.
Namjoon kisses Jisung's jaw and sucks at his neck, letting his teeth drag against Jisung's skin.
It's intense, and Jisung's already getting hard, his cock trapped in his tight pants and pressed against Namjoon's abs.
"Alright pretty boy," Namjoon says, kissing him again. "What do you want?"
"Bed," Jisung says breathlessly. "Want you t’fuck me."
Namjoon groans, deep and gorgeous, and carries Jisung over to the king-sized bed, dropping him back onto the mattress and following him down, catching himself on his arms so he doesn't crush Jisung. Not that Jisung would mind that, either.
Namjoon undresses him, pulling his shirt off and peeling his pants down his legs. He kisses him one more time and stands up, unbuttoning his own shirt. Jisung watches, wide-eyed, as he bends down to kick his pants off.
He's gorgeous. Jisung knew he would be. But it's different to see it here, where Jisung can touch. He gets up on his knees and shuffles to the end of the bed, running his hands over Namjoon's fit body.
"You're so fucking hot, what the fuck," Jisung says, but it comes out as mostly a whine. Namjoon chuckles and lets Jisung grope him, squeezing his pecs and scraping his nails down Namjoon's abs.
He looks up at Namjoon and slips his hand lower, running it over the erection straining in his tight black underwear.
"Want you," Jisung says, kissing Namjoon again, sucking on his plush bottom lip.
"I know. Me too, baby," Namjoon says, kissing Jisung back, one hand on the back of his neck.
Jisung whines again, pulls down Namjoon’s waistband until his cock is freed, and he wraps his hand around it. Namjoon moans, tightening his grip on Jisung's neck.
"Wait, wait," Namjoon says, holding back Jisung's wrists. Jisung pouts, and Namjoon grins. He kisses Jisung again, holding both of his wrists in one hand and squeezing. "Let me blow you."
"Hell yeah," Jisung says, grinning crookedly, which makes Namjoon laugh. Excited butterflies flutter in Jisung’s chest. Jisung definitely likes the way it feels to make Kim Namjoon laugh.
Jisung lays back on the bed, pulling his underwear off, and Namjoon follows him eagerly, kissing him again, pinning him down onto the bed. He pushes Jisung’s thighs apart and settles on his stomach in between them. He runs his hands, big and warm and solid, up and down Jisung’s thighs, making him shiver.
He takes Jisung’s cock in his hand and licks up the underside before sucking the tip into his mouth.
“Ahh,” Jisung sighs, his voice cracking. Namjoon bobs his head, sucking Jisung deeper into his hot, wet mouth. His plush lips feel incredible around Jisung’s aching cock, and he’s drooling, Jisung can feel it. Jisung reaches down and rests one hand on the back of Namjoon’s head. “Shit, you really like this don’t you?”
Namjoon looks up at him, pulling off with a slurp, and spits on the red tip of Jisung’s cock, making Jisung squirm. He wraps a hand around Jisung’s length and jacks him off, using his spit to ease the slide.
“Yeah, I kinda love it.” he says, unashamed, and his already deep voice sounds even deeper, affected and gravelly. He smirks. “You can fuck my face if you want.”
“Ho-oly shit,” Jisung swears, tightening his hand in Namjoon’s hair. Namjoon grins, obviously pleased with the effect he’s having on Jisung. He ducks back down and takes Jisung back into his mouth. “How are you even real?”
Namjoon just takes him deeper, until Jisung’s entire dick is in his mouth and he swallows, eyes opening again and flicking up to Jisung’s. Jisung’s mouth drops open, and he can feel his tongue hanging out of his mouth but he can’t help it because Namjoon feels so fucking good and he’s so good at this, bobbing his head expertly, reaching his hand down to cup Jisung’s balls, rolling them in his palm gently.
“F-fuck,” Jisung says, his stomach muscles trembling, scratching his nails against Namjoon’s scalp, thrusting up into his mouth. The noise is loud and wet and dirty, echoing against the walls of the hotel room, and Jisung feels his orgasm approaching way too quickly.
“Hyung, hyung,” Jisung pants, tugging on Namjoon’s hair. “Hyung, I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.”
Namjoon lifts his head up, his lips pink and swollen and shining with spit.
“So come,” he says, licking his stupidly big tongue over Jisung’s cock, making his whole body twitch.
Jisung shakes his head and does his best pout, the one he uses to get Minho to cook for him and to get Hyunjin to cuddle with him on movie nights.
“I wanna come with your cock in me,” he whines.
Namjoon smiles, and it’s all teeth, like a predator.
“You’re gonna do both, baby,” he says, and Jisung’s not sure if he believes him, but if anyone could make him come twice in one night it’s apparently Kim Namjoon.
“Oh-kay,” Jisung says shakily as Namjoon takes him into his mouth again.
Namjoon sucks him off quickly, fingers pressing on the sensitive skin behind his balls, and Jisung tries to do what he asked, to fuck his face, but he barely lasts three thrusts before he’s coming, cock pulsing in Namjoon’s mouth, spilling onto his tongue.
Namjoon swallows, and he grins a satisfied grin up at Jisung. Jisung feels boneless. He reaches for Namjoon with grabby hands, and Namjoon chuckles, lifting himself up to kiss Jisung on the mouth.
“You’re gorgeous when you come,” Namjoon murmurs, and Jisung melts. Namjoon tucks Jisung’s hair behind his ear and then bites his earlobe, wiggling it gently between his teeth. “So sexy.”
“I want to—” Jisung says between labored breaths. He can feel Namjoon’s cock, hard and hot against his hip. He seriously wasn’t kidding about liking giving head. “Wanna see you too.”
Namjoon chuckles, his eyes crinkling, and bumps his forehead against the side of Jisung’s head.
“Alright, pretty boy,” Namjoon says, pushing up off the bed. “Give me a second.”
Namjoon stands, and Jisung gets to look at all of him, his muscles, his dark golden skin, slightly shining with sweat. He’s beautiful, Jisung thinks, and he can hardly believe his own luck that he gets to see him like this.
Namjoon bends down to pick up something, his pants, probably, judging by the way his belt jingles when he drops it back down onto the floor. He tosses a packet of lube and a condom onto the bed next to Jisung.
“Did you have those with you the whole time?” Jisung says, giggling, propping himself up on his elbows and brushing his hair out of his face.
Namjoon shakes his head sheepishly, grinning at the floor and making his dimples pop. Jisung’s heart flutters.
“I got them from Taehyung before we left,” he says, “Don’t ask.”
And okay, Jisung really wants to ask, but then Namjoon is back on the bed and kissing him again and his mouth really is so much, so good, and Jisung forgets about anything else.
Namjoon rips the packet of lube open with his teeth and squeezes some out onto his hand, warming it up between his fingers and thumb before reaching down and rubbing the pads of his fingers over Jisung’s hole. Jisung exhales softly, spreading his legs wider to accommodate Namjoon.
Namjoon works him open carefully, holding his fingers apart and squeezing more lube inside.
“You said I could be rough. Did you mean it?” Namjoon asks, and he sounds affected now, too, like he wants this just as bad as Jisung does.
Jisung nods eagerly, licking his bottom lip. “Yeah, I uh, kind of want you to throw me around a little.”
“Oh, shit, okay,” Namjoon says eagerly. “Tell me if it's too much, okay?”
“I will,” Jisung says, watching as Namjoon rolls the condom onto his cock. Jisung wants that inside him so badly he aches. Namjoon looks up at him and sees him looking and grins.
“Good boy,” he says, deep and dangerous, and Jisung flushes with heat.
He grabs Jisung’s hip and flips him over onto his stomach like he weighs absolutely nothing at all. Jisung’s cock starts to harden again, and he grips the sheets with his fingers. And yes, this is what he wanted. Namjoon makes him feel so fucking small.
Namjoon grabs Jisung’s hips and yanks them back, kneeling on the bed behind him. Jisung can’t see him, but he can feel it as Namjoon grips his cock and rubs it between Jisung’s cheeks, thrusting forward so it rubs over Jisung’s lubed entrance.
“Ah, please,” Jisung says without really meaning to, hands sliding forward in the sheets. Namjoon stops.
“What do you want?” Namjoon asks, his voice low.
“You know,” Jisung says, huffing, pushing his ass back against Namjoon’s cock. He’s starting to feel a little desperate. “Just. Please.”
“Uh-uh,” Namjoon says, a teasing lilt to his voice. He squeezes one of Jisung’s cheeks, pulling it to the side, and Jisung can feel how open and relaxed he is, how exposed to Namjoon he is, and he wants. He just wants Namjoon in him, wants to feel him in his fucking guts, wants to feel him with every step he takes tomorrow. “Use your words. Tell hyung what you want.”
“Fuck me,” Jisung whines, “Please fuck me, hyung.”
“Alright,” Namjoon says, and Jisung’s heart races with anticipation. “Since you asked so nicely.”
Namjoon presses the blunt head of his cock against Jisung’s hole and slides inside. It’s slow and tight at first, but Jisung is desperate and still a little boneless from having come already, so the slide isn’t too painful.
When he’s completely inside, Jisung finally feels full, and he lets out an involuntary noise, a small gurgle in the back of his throat.
“Shi-it,” Namjoon says, grabbing Jisung’s waist and squeezing, pulling him back so his cock drives deeper inside. “Look at your perfect little body, you’re taking me so well.”
Namjoon thrusts forwards and Jisung squeaks, then buries his face in his arm to keep himself quiet. Namjoon doesn’t seem to like that, though. He grabs the hair on the back of Jisung’s head and lifts head up off his arm, which is wet with spit now.
“No, I want to hear you,” Namjoon says, and he settles down against the bed so that he’s completely blanketing Jisung against the sheets, and Jisung’s fully trapped between him and the bed. Jisung nods frantically as Namjoon starts to move again. “I want you to be nice and loud for me, okay?”
“Uh-huh,” Jisung says, and Namjoon kisses the back of his neck, where it meets his shoulder blade.
Then he hooks his forearm around the front of Jisung’s neck, holding him in a loose headlock. He fucks him like that, small quick thrusts that force little squeaks out of Jisung.
Namjoon’s body runs hot, his warmth enveloping Jisung, sweat sticking between their bodies, and even his cock is hot, burning as it moves inside him. Jisung’s fully hard again now, his cock rubbing against the sheets.
Namjoon shifts up and he nudges against Jisung’s prostate and Jisung howls, low and dirty. Normally this is why he likes to cover his mouth while he gets fucked because he knows he’s loud, but Namjoon’s got him in such a tight hold he can’t move, can’t hide his face. There’s something freeing about it, knowing that he couldn’t be quiet even if he wanted to.
Namjoon pounds into him relentlessly, jostling their bodies together. Jisung tries to meet his thrusts, but he also wants to touch his own cock, wants to get off, wants.
Namjoon seems to notice, because he pulls out and rolls over onto his back. He pulls Jisung up onto shaky knees and helps him sink down onto Namjoon’s cock again. They moan together this time as Namjoon fills him up.
Jisung likes this just as much as being under Namjoon, likes that he can see Namjoon now, can see his face, how intense he looks; sweat beating on his temples, his hair a mess from Jisung’s hands, his lips still puffy from Jisung’s cock.
Namjoon grabs Jisung’s waist again, and thrusts up into him. Jisung’s muscles are starting to burn, but he knows he’ll like the soreness later and Namjoon fills him up just right, especially once Jisung starts riding him too, bouncing down to meet his thrusts.
Jisung falls forwards onto his hands, planted firmly on Namjoon’s solid stomach, above his belly button. Namjoon lets his hands roam over Jisung’s body, feeling him up, squeezing his chest, his arms, pinching his nipples. Jisung feels a bubble of tightness growing in his chest that gets bigger every time Namjoon’s cock drags deep inside him.
Jisung wraps a hand around his cock, but Namjoon notices and bats it away, replacing it with his own hand. He jerks Jisung off and slows down his thrusts to just grind deep inside of him instead. Jisung’s so close, and he can feel the tightness in his throat now, blazing hot.
“Come for me,” Namjoon says, “You’ve been so good, come on, just a little more.”
Jisung bucks his hips forwards and the bubble bursts and he comes, tears filling his eyes and spilling over down his cheeks as his cock throbs in Namjoon’s fist.
He feels incredible, loose-limbed and satisfied, the tight feeling in his chest completely gone, replaced by something warm and gooey like melted chocolate. Jisung hasn’t been fucked this good in a while, maybe ever, and he only realizes now how badly he’d needed this.
Namjoon keeps fucking up into him, tightening his grip on Jisung’s waist until he’s coming with a heavy groan, and yanking Jisung down into a bruising kiss.
“Fuck,” Namjoon says, bringing his hand up to Jisung’s face and offering him his fingers to lick clean. Jisung opens his mouth and Namjoon stuffs his pointer finger and middle finger inside. “You’re amazing.”
When Namjoon pulls his fingers out of Jisung’s mouth, Jisung grins hazily, and wipes his cheek with the back of his hand. He sniffles. “Ugh. Sorry for crying. It just happens sometimes.”
“No,” Namjoon says, wiping under Jisung’s other eye with his thumb. “You’re so hot. That’s so hot. Fuck.”
Namjoon inspects his own thumb, sucks it into his mouth.
Jisung gasps with helpless, exhausted laughter. Namjoon smiles up at him, smug and sly, but something else, too, something soft and comfortable that Jisung likes a whole lot more than he should.
Namjoon helps him in the shower, washes his hair and cleans the lube from between his legs. He’s so big and warm and Jisung keeps pressing sleepy kisses against his mouth and he doesn’t seem to mind. He just smiles and kisses Jisung back.
Jisung gets out of the shower and wraps himself in one of the fluffy white robes the hotel left for them and goes back to flop onto the bed while Namjoon finishes his own shower. He reaches down and grabs his phone out of the pocket of his pants on the floor and sends Hyunjin a message on KakaoTalk to let him know he’s okay. He thinks about telling him more details, but he’s not sure what to say other than, “holy shit”.
When Namjoon comes out of the bathroom, he’s got a towel wrapped around his waist, and he’s using another towel to dry his hair. He looks at Jisung nervously and Jisung’s stomach sinks. He’s sure for a moment that Namjoon is about to tell him that it’s time for him to leave, that this is when he stops being nice and polite.
But Jisung only gets as far as sitting up before Namjoon speaks.
“Hey, uh,” he says, dropping the towel he was using on his hair to the floor and glancing up at Jisung. “So I booked the room until tomorrow. Would you maybe want to stay? With me?”
Jisung blinks at him for a second, a surprised smile spreading across his face. He doesn’t know what he’s going to say to his manager to get away with this, and he doesn’t know if he’s ever going to see Namjoon again after this weekend and he definitely plans to make the most of it.
“Can we order room service?” Jisung asks, smiling wider.
Namjoon laughs, sounding relieved. He tugs on his boxers and lays out in the bed next to Jisung.
“Hell yes we can,” he says, “I’m fucking starving.”