[Summary] 🔞

Producer Min Yoongi and rapper Kim Namjoon don't get along in the slightest, but behind closed doors, it's impossible to keep their hands to themselves.

[ Switch Namjoon & Switch Yoongi (they both bottom and both top at some point), Lots of Smut, Kissing, Blow Job, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Hickeys/Marking, Enemies with Benefits, Eventual Happy Ending + hinted Romance ]

Words: 13,628

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Yoongi swiftly lifts up the black glasses that's slipping down his nose and he tries to focus harder on his music. His computer screen is extremely bright in his dark studio, but he doesn't care enough to get up and turn on at least a lamp.

He's been working in his studio all day with a headache slowly building due to the bright screen and lack of a nice, healthy meal– today's dinner was noodles and a coffee, which doesn't sit well with Yoongi, but it keeps him alive to work on more producing.

The company he works under is in constant need of songs for their two main stars, which is a boy group and a solo rapper. Yoongi lives for creating music for or with these stars. He's their main producer, after all.

Sort of. He's the group's main producer.

The rapper... Kim Namjoon; he produces and writes a lot of his own songs, Yoongi knew about him pretty well before they both entered the same company by mistake, and, oh yeah, Yoongi and Namjoon don't exactly get along.

Yoongi was also a rapper once upon a time, but he opted for producing instead as a main source of income and his main passion. When he used to rap underground, Namjoon was pretty much his only competition. They've said a few things here and there, which led to snarky remarks and not-exactly friendly looks at each other.

He remembers the day Kim Namjoon walked through the company doors to audition because Yoongi had been in the hallway at his new workplace and happened to run right into the younger, completely repulsed and irritated to even think about working with the rapper.

But Namjoon very fairly went through training and was chosen to debut as a solo artist, which didn't really surprise Yoongi, but the look on his face when he realized he'd have to write and produce for Namjoon spoke every nasty thought he had back then.

Now, he's actually kind of glad that Namjoon writes most of his own music. It gives Yoongi at least a little relief.

However...

There's a knock on Yoongi's door and he doesn't want to answer it. Nobody ever bothers him by knocking unless there's food on the way– which there isn't– and the group members always message him before coming over so that he'll know they're ready to produce or record or show him something.

Yoongi looks at his phone and grimaces as he sees the late time, but his stomach drops as he realizes there's no messages from anyone except group member Jimin, who tells him to eat something and stop hiding out in his studio. He sets his phone aside.

There's only one person it could be, especially as he hears a harder knock coming through his door.

He slips out of his seat and stretches, grunting to himself as he feels his stiff muscles tug eagerly for some relief. When he goes to open the door, he pushes his glasses up once more and sighs as he looks down at the doormat that's outside of his studio— the mat that has a kitty flipping people off and telling them "Go Away".

There, on the mat, is a pair of white Nike sneakers, and he slowly scans up the familiar figure, first seeing dark cargo pants, then a grey t-shirt which frames a big chest and muscly arms, and he eventually comes face-to-face with the person he definitely doesn't want to see right now.

"Kim Namjoon," he states, trying to bite the bitterness off his tongue as he watches Namjoon's eyes narrow into his. "Why are you at my door?"

Namjoon also looks him up and down, but Yoongi averts his gaze and finds the doorknob much more interesting all of a sudden. The rapper crosses his arms, which makes his biceps stick out more and Yoongi looks back up at him with a questioning look, noting how Namjoon's jaw clenches.

"You scrapped my song." He sounds aggravated.

"I'm sorry," Yoongi tells him with the littlest amount of guilt or sorry in his voice at all. He shrugs. "I've scrapped tons of songs. What about it?"

Namjoon's veins stick out a bit as he clenches his fists under his arms. "You scapped it because it was mine."

At that, Yoongi scoffs. "Don't think you're so special, Namjoon. The company asked me to look through your songs and that one didn't fit well on the album. You should be thanking me."

"They shouldn't have asked you at all," Namjoon tells him. "Do you know how much it fucking sucks to have your hard work be rejected?"

Yoongi nods. "Yeah. Yeah, I do. So stop whining about it," he says. "You're complaining about me for scrapping your song, but what about all the other staff who usually pick and choose your songs? Hm? Have you stood up to them like this? With your fists all clenched and with such a rude tone?"

Namjoon sticks his tongue into his inner cheek and glances away from Yoongi. He doesn't look him in the eye– maybe it's because Yoongi is right. Because Namjoon is pissed that the company asked for Yoongi's opinion and Namjoon doesn't like Yoongi's opinion.

"Fine. Whatever."

When Namjoon steps away, Yoongi simply slams his door shut and goes back to his computer. He doesn't want to think about how annoying Namjoon is for trying to act all big and bad, but a part of him now wishes he'd scrapped every song Namjoon sent in just to get a reaction out of him.

But when he scrapped that particular song from Namjoon's potential tracklist, he didn't do it out of hate or anything like it. He was sincere with the ones he left and sincere when he only scrapped one in total.

Namjoon is amazing at writing songs, which sort of annoys Yoongi, but he's no asshole; he wouldn't scrap a song out of bitterness or to be harsh.

Namjoon is crazy to come banging on his door, accusing Yoongi of doing such a thing. He's annoying for even assuming something like that.

Business is business.

It's not Yoongi's fault.

So, he pushes it to the back of his mind and continues working on songs for the company's group instead.

———

Yoongi is having lunch with the group members of 3J.

Jimin is one of Yoongi's closest friends under their company, so he tells Yoongi to have lunch with them and that they can talk about music. Hoseok is the rapper of the group, who usually talks to Yoongi about producing a lot. And Jungkook is shy near others, but he's also learned a few things from Yoongi before.

Together, they end up talking about everything but music.

Hoseok talks about his boyfriend– actor Kim Seokjin– and Jimin and Jungkook tease him about it. At some point, Hoseok tries to throw the conversation off onto Yoongi instead.

"Yoongi-ssi, what about you?" he suddenly asks, still blushing from Jimin's previous question, asking Hoseok when he last locked lips with his boyfriend. "Don't you have someone to be teased about? Jiminie teases me constantly. It isn't fair." He pouts.

Yoongi chuckles and shrugs. "Sorry. I can't be teased, I have nobody to lock lips with like you do."

Hoseok groans, but Jimin hums as he looks around the company building cafeteria. "Don't worry, I can tease him." He wraps an arm around Yoongi and guides the oldest to look in the direction he points in. "Him. He's the one I can tease you about."

Yoongi notices where Jimin is pointing straight away. Across the room, Kim Namjoon is ordering food, talking to the lady at the counter. Yoongi quickly swats Jimin's hand away.

"Don't point," he says, "and don't look either!" he tells the other two, who are practically breaking their necks to look back at Namjoon. "There's nothing to tease me about when it comes to him."

"Kim Namjoon?" Hoseok questions as he and Jungkook turn back around to their conversation. "Isn't there a rumor that you don't like each other? Is it true?"

Jimin nods and answers for Yoongi, "They snap at each other every other sentence, but you should be there to feel the tension. They're like, totally enemies to lovers."

"You read too many fanfictions," Jungkook mumbles over the chews of his fancy sandwich.

"No! For real!" Jimin argues back. "You should see how Namjoon looks at him–"

"That's more than enough," Yoongi chuckles, cutting that thought off. "That's not true and it's never gonna happen. He's just annoying. That's all."

"Annoying," Jimin echoes back at him. "But he's annoyingly hot. You can't deny that, right? Right~?"

Yoongi looks over at Namjoon again and for some reason, considers Jimin's question.

Namjoon has short, light brown hair, hardly any to style. He's tall, undeniably handsome considering his sharp eyes, thick lips, and the fact that he's built like a god. He has thick muscles and amazing body proportions, and his buff chest, long legs, or his thick thighs– he's annoying and hot.

Annoyingly hot.

"That's totally irrelevant."

Jimin smirks as Yoongi looks away from any eye contact at all and takes a sip of his drink to avoid speaking more than he already has. He's never willingly sat and thought about Namjoon in that sort of way, but it makes him shudder as he realizes so many things.

"Right. Irrelevant," Jimin giggles.

3J all smile knowingly and Yoongi rolls his eyes. "Can we go back to talking about Hoseok's boyfriend instead?"

"Hey!"

———

It's even more annoying that every time Yoongi sees Namjoon now– on posters, billboards, or at the company– all he can think about is how stupidly hot he is. It's such a dumb thought, but it happens every single time.

This time when Namjoon knocks on his studio door, ready to sit down and work with the producer, Yoongi is silent as he takes in the rapper's overall look.

He's up closer and in person, so it's a very natural reaction for Yoongi to glance over him. It's just Jimin's words drilling into his brain and though it's annoying, Jimin was speaking the truth when he called Namjoon hot. It's just like how annoying Namjoon's ability to be a good song writer is. Everything about him is annoying– even the good things.

"We're working on my album," Namjoon tells him matter-of-factly as he invites himself into Yoongi's studio. The skin on Yoongi's fingers burn as he grips tight onto the door handle, but he closes the door calmly and inhales deeply before turning to Namjoon.

He's taken the extra office chair that was pushed against Yoongi's wall, out of the way from himself. It's the chair that anyone who comes in here for recording with Yoongi uses. He hates that Namjoon is comfortable enough to know exactly what to do as he sits in the chair and pushes Yoongi's chair to the side, making room for himself.

"You think I didn't know that or something?" Yoongi asks as he pulls his chair further away from Namjoon's and sits in it.

Namjoon scoffs. "I was just reminding you how much it wasn't me who willingly decided to come in here today. I was told that you wanted me to work on a song, so will you show it to me or should I just leave?"

Yoongi narrows his eyes at the disrespectful tone in Namjoon's voice. He rests his foot against the base of Namjoon's chair and then pushes him to the side, right back out of his way, and Namjoon furrows his eyebrows as he's pushed away like vegetables on a kid's plate.

"I'll pull the damn song up," he tells Namjoon as he pushes his own chair closer to the computer.

Namjoon watches in silence as Yoongi pulls up files and softwares. Eventually, he has everything set up and he plays the music without even telling Namjoon that he's going to, but Namjoon pulls his chair closer once again to listen better, curious as he listens.

It always goes like this.

They bicker, argue, or fight, but then they both go silent whenever the music starts playing, so focused on their job that they temporarily block each other out. Their passion is the same and while Yoongi should appreciate a shared interest with someone, he simply refuses to when it comes to Namjoon. It would end just like every other conversation they have anyway.

When the song is over, Yoongi pushes himself out of the way as Namjoon takes over and begins silently adding in his own tastes here and there, eventually even plugging in Yoongi's headphones and taking over entirely.

Yoongi wishes he knew exactly what Namjoon was doing to his song right now. He can hear through the headphones at certain moments, but sometimes he gets distracted by Namjoon– his hands, his sharp and focused eyes, and the way his jaw clenches as he works.

"There." Namjoon's voice startles Yoongi, so his heart jolts. He takes the headphones off and unplugs them, then plays the song.

Yoongi stands up to stretch his legs as he listens, resting his hand on the corner of his desk and propping himself up as the song plays. There's a particular part that he can hear, so he reaches over to Namjoon's side of the desk and turns the speaker volume up, then uses the mouse to replay it.

The moment Yoongi starts deleting stuff, Namjoon glances up at him from his chair, giving an awfully irritated and questioning look as he watches his work being taken away.

"You haven't even listened to the full song yet– stop deleting stuff! Undo it all, just listen first."

A slight smirk forms on Yoongi's lips as he pushes Namjoon's buttons. He seriously isn't doing it on purpose, but he knows music well enough to know exactly what Namjoon was going for, and he knows this song in particular well enough to know that Namjoon must not understand for himself.

The song is meant to be slower and have a slow rap, perhaps with a softer singing voice in the melody. Yoongi doesn't want any beats filling in the silence of the song– the silence was meant to be there for dramatic effect and Namjoon added in some weird beat to try and fill it in.

Instead, Yoongi plans to maybe fill it in with a little reverb at the most, since Namjoon doesn't seem to like the silence.

"What the hell?" Namjoon continues. "That sounded fine, just leave it in. Listen to the full song before you go deleting shit."

Yoongi scoffs. "Or else?"

His own words shock him more than they should. They slipped out just like any other bite at Namjoon's throat, but for some reason it didn't sound so much like a bite, but a dare.

He turns to look back at Namjoon, who's already looking up at him with a blank stare. It seems he's thrown both of them off. Namjoon looks just as shocked by the sudden dare.

As if he wasn't daring enough, Yoongi's eyes fall to Namjoon's lips, then to the skin that Namjoon's t-shirt allows, just around his thick neck and sharp, tanned collarbone.

Quickly, he turns back to the computer screen and gulps as he hears Namjoon's chair roll back and his head drops as he hears Namjoon get out of the chair. He can see his own feet standing dumbly at the desk and he can also see Namjoon step up right behind him.

Warmth engulfs him seconds before he feels a large hand on his waist and another large hand slide up to his ribcage, just under his nipple.

"Or else," Namjoon's voice is low, deep, and like gravel right above Yoongi's ear. He hates that Namjoon towers over him and hates that he feels warm under Namjoon's touch.

He turns around to come face-to-face with Namjoon and hardly looks him in the eye before he's pushing Namjoon backwards, missing their chairs and instead pushing the rapper onto the black sofa against the wall.

Namjoon plops down into the sofa and Yoongi stands tall over him again, resting one hand beside Namjoon's head on the back of the sofa and raising his other to Namjoon's jaw, making the rapper look right at him.

"Or what?"

"Do something if you're going to," Namjoon spits angrily at him. "Before I change my mind."

Yoongi holds tighter onto his jaw and grunts in irritation before he finally gives into the stupid tension. He rests his knee ever-so-gently onto Namjoon's crotch and then steals the gasp from Namjoon's lips, gripping tight onto the sofa as their lips meet.

Namjoon grabs ahold of Yoongi's hand which was gripping onto his jaw and he pushes it to the side before leaning up into the kiss, pulling Yoongi in by his hips and trying to dominate the kiss.

He parts his lips against Yoongi's and licks into his mouth, which Yoongi easily allows. But Yoongi tries to get a grip again, lifting Namjoon's jaw again and trying to take back over.

He presses his knee further into Namjoon's crotch to get a reaction, earning a deep moan which reminds Yoongi just what they're doing right now. Suddenly everything is too real. Suddenly he loses his grip on everything.

Namjoon pulls Yoongi in by his hips, guiding him, urging him to sit in his lap. Yoongi so badly wanted to be the one to make Namjoon fall under his touch, but the moment Namjoon makes him straddle his lap and he's pulled into a deeper, needier kiss, Yoongi loses it.

He moans right back into Namjoon's touch, holding back a curse as he rolls his hips involuntarily.

Namjoon is so big, so muscly, and so hot– and though Yoongi would love to push Namjoon into submitting and fuck the rapper senseless, it seems that Namjoon has the same idea in mind because he smirks into the kiss once he hears just how much Yoongi slowly loses this battle.

It's Yoongi who pulls away from the kiss just to say, "Are you gonna fuck me and make yourself useful or what?"

Namjoon's eyes are already darker than ever before.

"Can't just fuck you without lube or anything. How about you stop talking and make yourself useful." He eases Yoongi towards the floor and the moment he starts unbuttoning his pants, Yoongi settles comfortably onto his knees, ready to give what he's best at.

He watches the look in Namjoon's eyes as Namjoon focuses on taking his dick out, pushing his pants down to his feet. Never in a million years would he think that he'd be at Kim Namjoon's feet, about to suck him off. It seems unreal, but thrilling. All the tension is built up around words and looks, but he never knew tension like this would really scratch the itch he's felt around Namjoon for so long.

When Namjoon takes his dick out and strokes himself to full hardness, Yoongi isn't surprised to see how big he is. The energy that Namjoon carries is enough to have warned him beforehand.

He is surprised, however, when Namjoon slides his fingers through the front of his long black locks and pulls him forward, positioned right to his dick.

He grows hard in his sweatpants as Namjoon holds tight onto his hair and prods his lips with the tip of his dick.

"Hurry up. I got shit to do."

Yoongi wants to bite that big dick of his just to shut him up, but instead he opens his mouth and lets Namjoon guide his dick in, instantly taking the tip and rolling his tongue around it.

Namjoon curses and throws his head back as Yoongi looks up at him through his lashes. It makes Yoongi close his eyes and want to give more than what he already is. He wants to see Namjoon come loose because of him.

His jaw falls lax and he stops teasing Namjoon so that he can sink onto his cock more and more, moaning as Namjoon's dick eases into his throat and as his hair is tugged on harshly.

When he pulls off all the way to look up at Namjoon again, he's met with dark eyes and a more pleading expression.

So, he finally goes in again and starts to bob his head up and down, feeling how Namjoon's thigh muscles tighten around him and hearing the moans and curses leaving the rapper.

He takes Namjoon so well, so sloppily, and so wet. Drool seeps out the corners of his lips, coating Namjoon's dick, but he doesn't stop. He sucks Namjoon off so well that it earns a needy moan from him– maybe Yoongi did win dominance after all.

With that thought in mind, he slides his hands up Namjoon's thick, meaty thighs and he squeezes gently into the skin of his balls, earning the slightest squeeze of his thighs again.

"I-I'm gonna come–"

Yoongi pulls off and licks one long strip up the base of his leaking cock, then uses the piled up saliva to jerk Namjoon off as he teasingly sucks just at the tip, trying to make his orgasm come faster.

But Namjoon shifts a little to push his foot between Yoongi's legs and– a long, breathy and deprived moan leaves Yoongi's lips as Namjoon presses against Yoongi's achingly hard dick through his pants. He bucks up into Namjoon's touch and becomes much needier as he fucks up into Namjoon's foot and much more eager to jerk Namjoon off.

Namjoon lets out a curse as his hips buck up and he begins coming.

His cum strings out onto Yoongi's glasses and over his lips, to which Yoongi gets the slightest taste of. It's a hot sight, seeing Namjoon come loose, just as he expected. And Yoongi slowly calms his hand over Namjoon's dick to ease him through his orgasm, but it's the opposite on his end.

On his end, he bounces back onto his aching calves and knees, using the slightest touch Namjoon gives him until he's grabbing ahold of Namjoon's leg with both of his hands, letting out harsh and quick moans into his inner thigh as he starts coming inside his pants.

When he settles after his orgasm, Namjoon presses his foot in a little more, right against Yoongi's sensitive cock, and it makes him hiss. He glares up at Namjoon, who smirks, and he digs his fingers into the rapper's skin.

"Don't, you prick." He pulls away from Namjoon and sits on the sofa as far away as he can get from him. He takes his glasses off and frowns at the mess. "You fucked my glasses up."

"You fucked your glasses up," Namjoon corrects him as he pulls his pants back up. "You started this, not me."

It's true, Yoongi did start this mess.

But he isn't exactly sure what he's started, though. He doesn't know the extent to what he's done.

"Whatever."

———

The extent becomes clearer over time.

Yoongi and Namjoon went their separate ways after the whole moment they had in the studio. From time to time, they see each other in the hallway of the company building or in the cafeteria, but any time they lock eyes, they turn away and ignore each other as usual.

But unlike usual, Yoongi begins to wonder just what they were thinking and begins to wonder if they'd be so reckless and do it again– not that he wants to or anything. Sort of.

He's only had a one night stand once before and it was during a college party when he was drunk and acted all cute to get into his crush's pants. That crush wore off and Yoongi thought that it was a fuck to never forget because of how good it was, how thrilling it was.

But then he did it with Namjoon.

He'd be lying to say it wasn't more thrilling to do it with Namjoon. It was technically in public, in such a rush, with tension that suffocated them, and so many words unsaid, still to this day.

Yoongi wants to know so many things like why Namjoon so easily gave into the dare, why Namjoon willingly let Yoongi suck him off, and he wants to know if Namjoon looks at him and wonders all the same things in return.

Today– about a week later– they're scheduled to work on the recording of one of Namjoon's songs. Yoongi is more fidgety and aware than he normally is, glancing back at the door every two seconds and making sure the volume of his headphones is low enough to hear any knocking.

Eventually, he does.

The knocking is lighter than usual, too.

He quickly opens the door to see that it's (obviously) Namjoon and he lets him in quietly, neither of them saying a word to each other. They haven't spoken since the last time they were in this room together.

Just as quietly, they sit in their seats and look at Yoongi's computer expectantly, like it's the answer to their problems.

"Um." Yoongi clears his throat and gives Namjoon his headphones. "We'll start recording Wild Flower first, since you wrote it."

Namjoon nods as he puts on the headphones and lowers Yoongi's microphone down to his level, opting out standing up even though he probably should.

Recording goes by slowly and Yoongi starts to think of the meaning of the song, the more Namjoon goes on into the mic, but then he gets distracted by Namjoon's voice the most. He remembers so well, just how Namjoon had hissed and moaned into the thick air of this studio just a week ago. His voice sounded needier then.

"I said play it back." Namjoon nudges Yoongi's foot with his own and the producer snaps out of his trance.

He was staring at Namjoon and it's obvious that he'd been caught because Namjoon's stare lingers on him as well, even after he plays the chorus back for him to re-sing it. The look in his eyes was hard to read, but it was definitely something.

Yoongi gulps as he lowers his head and pushes his glasses up some more– the glasses he'd cleaned so thoroughly after that day.

For a moment, he keeps his gaze off of Namjoon, too embarrassed. But then he notices the faintest tapping; Namjoon anxiously taps his fingers against his knee, which catches Yoongi's attention.

He doesn't look at Yoongi either.

"Should we take a break?" Yoongi asks and Namjoon's head snaps over to look at him.

"Ah, no, no. There's no need for any of that."

Yoongi hums. "Then why do you look so impatient? And how many times will you redo this part? It's just the guide, anyways. You don't have to make it perfect."

"I don't need a break."

"And birds 'don't' fly."

Namjoon sighs out heavily, a much needed sigh, and Yoongi isn't sure if it's because of him or if Namjoon is accepting defeat or both.

"You're so annoying," he mutters as he nudges his knee against Yoongi's. It's a gentle nudge, nothing hard enough to hurt Yoongi, but enough to catch his attention.

Yoongi nudges in return. "Says you?" He turns his chair towards Namjoon's and this time nudges his knee in between Namjoon's, making Namjoon's legs spread apart and also making Namjoon avert his eyes.

"Is this the only reason you wanted to take a break?" Namjoon asks as Yoongi leans closer and slides his hand over the fabric that covers the rapper's thigh. He shakes his head and then squeezes gently.

"Is this not what you wanted, Namjoon-ah?"

A soft huff leaves Namjoon and he finally takes the headphones off and then turns his head to Yoongi before closing the gap between them, rough as he wraps his fingers around Yoongi's neck and pulls him in.

Yoongi's skin burns to the touch and he lets out a muffled noise as Namjoon tries to part his lips and take his in. He pulls away from the kiss and then grabs ahold of Namjoon's jaw strong enough to lift it and keep him from kissing him any further. Namjoon hardly struggles against the hold. He just lets Yoongi take control, lets Yoongi expose his neck and brush his lips over it.

"Not this time," he tells Namjoon in a stern voice below his ear. Namjoon's fingers tighten over the armrest of his chair; Yoongi feels and hears the leather being gripped below them.

He starts with a subtle bite at Namjoon's jaw, then begins sucking at the skin of his neck, creating red splotches and noting how Namjoon's legs try to close in on his.

"Look at you." His grip on Namjoon's jaw tightens and Namjoon lets out the slightest groan. "Idol rapper can't even keep his dick in his pants. Act like you've never even been fucked before."

Namjoon scoffs. "I have, not that it's any of your business," he lets out. Yoongi bites a little too hard into his skin, fuming. "I don't see much fucking going on here, anyway. What're you waiting for? Time travel to be invented?"

Finally, Yoongi stops and lets go of him. "Shut up and get against the wall." He kicks Namjoon's chair towards the near-empty wall, then reaches for his drawer and...

Perhaps he prepared for something like this.

"Put those in there for me?" He hears the rapper's smirk before he can see it. Yoongi rolls his eyes, but sets down a small bottle of lube and a condom onto his desk.

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?" Yoongi asks as he steps up to Namjoon, then guides him into the wall, making him face it. "And to get against the wall, too. You don't listen very well."

"Yeah, well, I'm not usually the one in this position, you know."

Yoongi grabs ahold of his hips and pulls him back, biting back any unwanted noise as Namjoon's ass is pressed up against the already hardening tent in his sweats.

"Don't worry." He hisses as he grinds up against Namjoon to get himself more worked up and Namjoon pushes back more eagerly. "I'll fuck that brain of yours senseless so you don't have to worry about taking orders." He pulls Namjoon's pants over his ass and smirks at the sight. "I'll just take what I want instead."

He pours lube onto Namjoon's hole, which makes the younger wiggle a bit with how cold it is. But he replaces the coldness with his warm fingers, circling around Namjoon's rim, and suddenly Namjoon starts breathing harder.

When he enters one finger, he notices how tight Namjoon is. Out of decency, he begins fingering Namjoon and does that for a while as he licks and sucks at Namjoon's neck again, adding a few fingers over time and making sure he's properly stretched.

"You gonna fuck me or what?"

Yoongi rolls his eyes.

Ungrateful, needy little bastard.

"Fine." Yoongi takes his fingers out and watches Namjoon's wet hole clench over nothing as he pushes his own pants down and applies lube to his dick, moaning as he instantly feels relief. Namjoon turns his head to look out of curiosity, but Yoongi's eyes flutter closed. "Fuck."

"Fuck me." Namjoon sounds pouty once he speaks and Yoongi couldn't reject such an offer.

He rolls the condom onto his dick, strokes it a few more times, and then lines it up to Namjoon's hole.

And he knew that Namjoon would be tight, but he can't help but curse and hiss as he slides in slowly because Namjoon takes him just like he takes anything else that is Min Yoongi– with so, so much resistance.

"You're so fucking tight."

A soft, breathy whine leaves Namjoon. It's something that Yoongi never thought he'd hear before, but as he begins fucking into him and earning more whines and moans, he thinks he's fucking a whole new person below him.

He's wanted to fuck Namjoon senseless, to fuck that annoying look off his face, but Yoongi feels more fucked right now as he hears just how fucked he does make Namjoon sound...

And look.

Namjoon looks fucked out with just a few thrusts, arching his back and falling pliantly into the wall, letting Yoongi take over. He lowers his hand and Yoongi moans as Namjoon starts stroking his dick and clenching over his.

It seems as though Namjoon tries to hold back when he lets out a strangled, needy moan, and attempts to grip onto the wall, resulting in scratching it.

"Ah- fuck, Yoongi."

His voice is like music to Yoongi's ears.

He fucks Namjoon senseless until he's pushing back into every thrust, moaning endlessly through his orgasm. Yoongi watches carefully, grips tightly onto Namjoon's hips and then eases his fingers into his skin once he's calmed down.

"Couldn't help yourself, could you?"

Namjoon shudders. He feels it. "Yeah, right. Just shut it and help yourself too." He pushes back onto Yoongi's throbbing cock and he bites back a groan that still manages its way through his throat.

Since he's tempted and allowed to, he fucks into Namjoon's sensitive and apparently needy hole, cursing as overwhelmed moans leaves Namjoon.

He fucks him until he's coming into his condom with an even tighter grip on Namjoon's skin, lowering himself into the back of his neck and reminding himself not to kiss or be too touchy.

They settle back down and Yoongi can't help but notice how fucked Namjoon looks and how his body is weak, hardly able to lift a hand without trembling a little bit; he's still high on his orgasm and clearly not calmed enough.

Yoongi doesn't necessarily like that.

He isn't an asshole, no matter what type of enemy or rival comes his way– he's still decent enough to feel guilty and so wrong because he can't just wrap Namjoon in his arms and soothe him through post-orgasm.

"You can lay on my sofa," he tells Namjoon as he rolls his chair a foot or two backwards and reaches for the grey pillow that sits on his sofa. "I sleep here sometimes... it's comfortable."

He offers the pillow, but Namjoon doesn't go to the sofa. Instead he takes the pillow and holds it to his chest, nearly pressing his nose into it.

"Let's just work on this."

He's referring to the song.

Yoongi sighs in defeat before lifting the headphones back up to Namjoon and getting back to work.

Once all is said and done, Namjoon has calmed down enough and it's time for him to leave.

Just like last time they did this, neither of them mention anything. Neither of them care to talk about the fact that they just fucked or the fact that Yoongi's lube and condom box is still just sitting on the corner of his desk like a ghosted reminder of their actions.

Instead, Yoongi opens the door for Namjoon to leave.

But he comes face-to-face with someone– an unfamiliar guy who has his fist lifted to the door and is just about to knock on it.

"Oh."

Yoongi raises a brow at the tall man and Namjoon steps up behind him, eyes wide. "Taehyungie? Why are you here?" His voice sounds a bit panicked.

Yoongi doesn't know who this Taehyung guy is, but his expression is so intimidating, yet absolutely blank. His resting face bores into Yoongi after he glances over Namjoon and squints.

"I was told to look for you here. Why do you look so shocked?" he asks.

Namjoon eases by Yoongi and obviously doesn't see the way Taehyung peeks into the room, most likely seeing the lube and condoms because he squints again and Yoongi steps in his view, gripping hard onto the doorknob.

Just as Taehyung eyes him coldly and Yoongi is about to say something about the rude and prying eyes of his, Namjoon speaks up before either of them can. "I just didn't think you'd show up here, is all."

"Hm." Taehyung finally stops eyeing Yoongi and turns to Namjoon, giving him a small smile. "Duh. You told me to start distracting you from work," he says as he wraps an arm around Namjoon, then whispers something into his ear that Yoongi can't quite hear, but as Namjoon swats Taehyung away and clears his throat, Yoongi gulps.

"Um. I- I'm just gonna go work on these songs now," Yoongi awkwardly states over their conversation, earning two pairs of eyes on him.

For what feels like the first time ever, Namjoon doesn't glare at him or say anything rude. He nods and quietly says, "Okay. Good luck."

Yoongi doesn't need luck.

But he does accept the non-rude response and nods in return, then quickly shuts the door so he can finally breathe in peace once again.

That Taehyung guy must be a friend of Namjoon's; not that it matters or anything.

It doesn't matter.

———

The thing with Namjoon and Yoongi is that they never know when to stop.

From their underground rapping days when they'd diss each other so often and glare at each other without stop, which led to the same sort of thing at work, with glares and nasty or rude words spit towards each other, and now they don't know how to stop pushing each other's buttons just to get to undo each other's buttons and take a quick fuck in either of their studios.

Yoongi would be lying to say he doesn't like the rush of every time they suck or jerk each other off or when they had extra time to spare and Yoongi got to fuck Namjoon once.

He'd be lying to say he wasn't totally turned on when Namjoon jerked him off yesterday and muttered low into his ear about how he'd bend him over and fuck him if he could.

They never know when to stop.

Except today, when Namjoon had his lips on Yoongi's neck and hands fiddling with the button of Yoongi's pants– a sudden knock came through the door as it opened and the two scrambled to get apart, Yoongi mentally cursing to himself for ever allowing Namjoon to try and touch him in his passcode-less studio.

Of course, it's Kim Taehyung at the door. Of course, he grimaces.

"Can't you two save that sort of thing for the bedroom?" he asks in pure disgust, yet a little teasing. Yoongi is bright red and doesn't look at either of the two.

"Tae," Namjoon lets out with a rushed, suddenly aware tone. "Shit. I totally forgot what day it was. Is it Wednesday?" he asks. Taehyung nods in response, pouting.

"What's on Wednesdays?" Yoongi suddenly asks, curious.

Namjoon turns to look at him, expression unclear and sort of blank. "Um. Taehyungie and I go out for lunch or dinner every Wednesday. There's this diner we go to."

"Yeah, do you wanna come with?" Taehyung pipes in and rests his hand on the back of Yoongi's chair, looking right at him. Yoongi's eyes widen, as does Namjoon's. "Hyung and I always get discounted prices because the old lady who works there is like- totally in love with him."

Yoongi shakes his head at the offer. "Thanks, but I have work to do." And eating with Namjoon doesn't sound like a typical day to him.

"But..." Namjoon's voice gains his attention. His eyes are already on Yoongi's, sharp yet soft; how that's possible, Yoongi has no idea. "Neither of us have eaten today. Screw work. We need food for energy."

"But," Yoongi repeats, "you don't want me there. It's not like we're best friends or boyfriends or something, Namjoon. I can just order food. You go eat."

It's bitter rolling off his tongue, but it's true. It's all true.

The way Namjoon furrows his brows and the sudden hurt in his eyes makes Yoongi's gut twist, though.

It's almost like Namjoon's expression asks him, is that how you feel? or is all of this just nothing to you, then?

Or maybe it's just Yoongi's own tugging heart that asks those questions. Maybe it's his own heart that screams at the reminder that he and Namjoon are nothing but a pair of idiots that keep doing what they do best; not stopping.

They shouldn't have ever fucked in the first place if they aren't anything to each other. It's just not right.

Namjoon stands out of his chair and nods. "Okay. Fine."

He takes silent Kim Taehyung's hand in his and leads them both to the door. Yoongi isn't told to leave or stay. Namjoon just walks out with someone else's hand in his, which... hurts.

The truth hurts.

———

"Wow." Jimin scans over the open file on Yoongi's computer as the producer tries to fix his headphones that he'd accidentally unplugged. "You've sure been working with Namjoon a lot lately." Yoongi stills at the mention of Namjoon. "Should I be worried?"

"Worried?" he questions, quickly plugging in the headphones and then exiting the file out so Jimin will stop thinking so much about it. "Why would you be worried about that?"

Jimin shrugs. "I don't know. You two aren't exactly the bestest of friends or anything, you know."

Yoongi cringes to himself at the reminder; it's the same reminder he'd given Namjoon the other day.

"We just work on music. That's all."

Jimin raises his eyebrows a bit. "I didn't accuse you of not working on music, but now? Consider me curious."

Ugh.

Yoongi sets his glasses onto his desk and then runs his hands through his hair, which had grown longer since the first time him and Namjoon–

"He's so annoying," he states, per usual. But he continues without Jimin's input. "Can you believe we used to diss each other as rappers? That I used to be a rapper? Can you believe he once dissed me for being short? And my stage name was SUGA, so he called me too sweet; told me to stop trying to diss others if I'm just gonna look like a cupcake while doing so. A cupcake!"

"Hmm." Jimin was resting his chin in his palm the entire time he was listening. "So, cupcake, when's the part where you kiss and make up?"

Yoongi rolls his eyes. "Don't go calling me that." He yawns, bored and sleepy. "Let's just get on with recording so I can go get some sleep."

"You're the one ranting to me about your crush. You totally could've just brushed it off, you know."

He knows.

But he didn't even get a quarter of his rant out to Jimin. If he could, he'd go on for hours talking about how annoying Kim Namjoon really is and how much more annoying it is that he can't stop thinking about the rapper.

"Whatever."

Two hours later, Jimin finished recording only one song.

Jimin is hungry and Yoongi is sleepy due to his lack of rest last night, so they decide to call it a day.

Usually when Yoongi is tired like this, he sleeps in his studio. Today, he wants to sleep well. He wants to go home, take a nice warm shower, curl up into bed, and cuddle his dog Holly comfortably.

So, he gathers his things and closes his studio door before heading towards the elevator. It's late in the evening and mostly everyone is gone, but before he makes it to the elevator– just a few steps away– a familiar face turns the corner and reaches for the button to go down.

For a moment, he's shocked to see Namjoon so suddenly because he thought the floor was pretty much empty; he doesn't appreciate the jump-scare. But when Namjoon turns to see Yoongi standing behind him, he jumps and lets out a small gasp, which earns a smirk from Yoongi.

Payback.

"Going somewhere?" he asks Namjoon, who's holding onto his chest now.

"Yeah, home."

The elevator door opens and it's empty, so the two step inside swiftly and Namjoon presses the button to the main floor.

"What about you?" he asks in return. "Thought you basically live here. Sure is early for you to be going home, isn't it?"

Yoongi doesn't question how attentive or observant Namjoon is. "I go home when I'm tired. I know my limit."

His limit is when he's taken one too many showers at the company gym, when his bag is overtaken by dirty clothes instead of a fresh batch of clean ones, and when his tiny studio sofa and one pillow isn't enough to satisfy his energy-fill.

Surprisingly enough, Namjoon doesn't try to make a move on Yoongi while they're going down the countless amount of floors; it's probably because there's a camera in the elevator.

Even more surprisingly though, the elevator makes a weird screeching-of-metal sound which alerts Yoongi, but not as much as the sudden halt of the elevator does. It stops them hardly three floors down and they both begin to panic.

Namjoon immediately gets his phone and calls for help while Yoongi holds tight onto the metal rails of the elevator and listens to the conversation Namjoon has– apparently, this elevator had gotten stuck once before and the people safely got out of it.

But that was weeks ago, on a weekday, and with workers handy to fix the situation. For them, it's Sunday evening, most people are gone home for the day, and they'll have to wait around an hour or so for someone to come save them.

Yoongi slides against the wall and yawns. "This is bullshit."

The only thing Namjoon can do is ease his way to sit beside Yoongi and then shrug once he's settled in. "It is what it is." He flips his phone open and shut out of boredom a few times, then decides it isn't enough to cure his boredom after about five minutes of doing so. "So I heard your song was sent in for a nomination."

"Yeah." Yoongi chuckles, amused. "Part of me doesn't believe it. Part of me doesn't believe it'll actually happen, either."

"You'll get nominated," Namjoon suddenly assures him for whatever reason. If it makes Yoongi's tummy feel weird, that's his own problem. "Your song has been played like crazy and 3J danced like gods to that beat."

"Dancing doesn't win producer of the year."

"No, but they're popular for dancing, and what would their dancing be if they didn't have your music? I mean, the dance break you added was really popular on social media. If you don't win, I'd say it's rigged."

Again, Yoongi chuckles. "Yeah, yeah. Has it been an hour yet?" He yawns again. "I'm too sleepy to be sitting in here right now."

Namjoon opens his phone and shows them both the time. It's been seven minutes. Just fantastic.

"Just take a nap," the rapper tells him. "I'll wake you up when the door is open."

"And how would I trust that?"

Namjoon nudges him. "I'm not an asshole like you think I am. Just take a nap and stop griping, you grumpy cat."

Though Yoongi sighs, he also yawns once more. He decides that sleeping here wouldn't be much different from sleeping in his studio. It'll probably be a thirty minute nap, which would keep him running long enough to go home without falling asleep.

He closes his eyes, but sitting straight up isn't gonna work for him. He can't sleep like this. He needs to be laying on his side or something similar. So, he silently leans over into Namjoon– he's the one who suggested it, so Yoongi will use him to his advantage.

Namjoon's arm is thick, yet soft as Yoongi's cheek presses into him. He's warm and Yoongi can't see the look on his face, but he isn't sure he'd want to anyways. Namjoon probably scoffs or scrunches his nose in disgust.

However, Yoongi's eyes flutter open for a second as he feels his glasses being removed, watching as Namjoon takes them and folds them. He forces his eyes shut again as he feels Namjoon's hand drop by his side and his fingers accidentally brush against Yoongi's.

With his glasses out of the way, Yoongi curls more comfortably into Namjoon's arm and falls asleep faster than ever before.

———

To say he's nervous would be quite the understatement.

When his company sent his song in for him to be nominated as producer of the year, he thought that maybe if he's lucky enough that he'd get the nomination, but when nominations were sent out and his name was under that list, he'd never felt more proud of himself.

Today, however, is the day of the awards show, and Yoongi is terrified of everything that involves it.

Getting his hair and makeup done by the company's staff, being dressed in such formal attire, and he practices his acceptance speech a million times because he's too nervous to miss a single beat if he happens to win.

For some reason, the company decided it would be best if Yoongi rode with either 3J or Namjoon to the ceremony, but 3J has too many people in their vehicle and Yoongi doesn't exactly mind riding with Namjoon– he would have a month or two ago, however.

But today is the present.

The past is slowly being left behind.

He gets in the black vehicle with Namjoon as if it's nothing– as if some of the staff don't look more nervous about the two being in a car together more than they are nervous about the awards ceremony.

But none of them know what happens behind the very own doors of the company building. All they know is the rumors of idol rapper Kim Namjoon and producer Min Yoongi's hatred for each other. And while it would've been something to worry about before, the two are completely calm in the backseat together.

"Are you nervous?"

Maybe Yoongi's constant fidgeting was too noticeable. "Of course, I'm nervous," he sort of bites back. "As if that's even a question."

But unlike how Namjoon would normally bite back, he just looks out the window and chuckles. "You're gonna be nervous," he states; it isn't reassuring at all. In fact, the realness of his words makes Yoongi shudder. "But you'll do fine. You shouldn't be nervous if it's about getting the award. The nomination by itself is something to be proud of."

Yoongi inhales a deep breath as he takes in Namjoon's words. "I know that."

"Good." Namjoon glances over at him, takes a look at Yoongi's outfit and dolled-up face carefully, which makes Yoongi fidget even more, and then he turns back to his window. "You'll get the award. I'm sure of it."

Namjoon can't be sure of that. He can't just say things like that to Yoongi. It's not a fact, yet it still gets the producer's hopes up.

After the red carpet and half of the show is over with, Yoongi clenches and unclenches his fists repeatedly, trying his hardest to not bite at his nails or look too anxious.

He's sitting with all the celebrities, right next to Jimin and the other two 3J members because if he wins, he owes everything to them, and if they win song of the year, they're all three ready to jump and hug Yoongi as well.

Jimin keeps trying to assure him that everything will be fine, but Yoongi can't help but be nervous.

If he wins...

Producer of the Year

His heart races as the announcement for the next award notifies the building of cheering fans. Jimin wraps an excited arm around Yoongi while the other two look at him with stars in their eyes, cheering him on.

He might just puke.

He doesn't mean to, but his eyes search for where he knows Namjoon is sitting, only to find that the rapper is already looking right at him, quick to give him a reassuring smile. The genuinity in his eyes and dimples on his cheeks makes Yoongi nearly forget what's about to be announced. Or maybe it's the anxiousness.

"Producer of the Year goes to..." The announcer– a famous actress– is dramatic as she holds up the card that reads: "Producer Min Yoongi!"

Everything goes blank after such an announcement. 3J and the people all around him stand up to cheer and clap, and it's soon followed by the group teasing and hugging and praising him once he finally stands up.

Amidst it all– the announcement, the cheering, the clapping, the fans going wild as the popular song he'd produced plays– Yoongi somehow still finds his eyes landing on Kim Namjoon's once again.

He's standing, he's smiling, cheering, he's happy, and he's clapping for Yoongi. He's cheering for Yoongi.

The producer of the year accepts his award gratefully, thanking everyone for loving the song and thanking 3J for making his song become lively with their voices and dancing. When all is said and done, Yoongi is backstage with a huge smile on his face and his shoulders have never felt lighter.

He won.

Namjoon was right.

Eventually, he goes back to his seat and is even more pleased to know that 3J not only wins group of the year, but song of the year as well. He cheers for them, glad to see them so happy, glad to see Hoseok's boyfriend wrap him into a tight hug and kiss his cheek– but he hears the loudest cheer from Namjoon's direction; it's not Namjoon, but Taehyung who is screaming his lungs out beside him like a fan would.

And when the best rapper award comes along, Yoongi's chest swells with pure satisfaction as Namjoon's name is called out. Usually, he'd be salty. Now, he's cheering along with Taehyung and the fans that scream with joy.

Namjoon's eyes lock with his as he steps towards the stage and Yoongi can't help but avert his eyes, shying away as he's caught.

But Namjoon deserves the award.

They both deserved their awards tonight.

Once the show is over, Namjoon and Yoongi arrive at their vehicle again, entering the backseat and sighing out as they settle in.

It's silent for a moment as their driver takes off to the company building. Both Yoongi and Namjoon are still taking in everything, their minds bursting with all sorts of thoughts and feelings.

At some point, Namjoon turns his head to Yoongi and eyes him.

"You just won your first award," he states matter-of-factly. "Don't you have people to celebrate with or something?"

Yoongi has many friends and family to celebrate with. But his type of celebration is going home and basking in the glory, holding his trophy up in awe as he sips on a glass of wine and pets Holly's happy little head.

"I'll celebrate by myself. Home's better."

A small nod is Namjoon's initial response. They sit there in silence for only another minute or so before he says, "I have some wine at my place." He turns to look at Yoongi, his dragon-like eyes somewhat inviting and tempting. "I plan to do the same as you. Celebrate at home."

The sparkle that rises in Yoongi's eyes is very well-known by now; the way he glances down at the rapper's lips, then slowly meets his eyes again. Namjoon gives a small smile to him, then taps the back of the driver's seat.

"Take us back to my place," he tells the man, who instantly nods and resets his route.

Yoongi's never been to Namjoon's place before, but for some reason, he feels a little warm and hides his blush as he thinks about being invited over. There's so many possibilities and they'll have all night long to do whatever they want– it makes Yoongi's head spin as he thinks about it.

Eventually, they arrive at Namjoon's big apartment building. It's fancy on the inside and this time, the elevator doesn't break down on them as they make their way up the floors to Namjoon's apartment.

Yoongi stands a bit awkwardly, quiet as Namjoon opens his door and leads them both inside of his home– home, because it's very much like Namjoon's studio; it's warm and homey, with the neutral and brown aesthetics, beautiful arts hung on the wall and displayed like statues in the corners of the living room and in the hallway. It's woodsy in his home, everything either handmade or bought from shops.

Yoongi's instantly reminded of Namjoon's recent album they've been working on, but he doesn't get to think about it for too long. Namjoon has a bottle of wine already sitting on the coffee table and he gets two wine glasses out of the kitchen, then leads Yoongi to the table.

They don't sit on the couch, but they sit against it, their backs resting against the cushion and legs either crossed or pushed under the coffee table at some point through the night.

The wine is celebratory on Yoongi's tongue and Namjoon's eyes are filled with a certain type of joy as they drink a glass or two while talking about their night and the winners of each awards, or the celebrities they got to meet.

Yoongi feels himself growing tipsy and much lighter than he typically would be.

The wine settles him into Namjoon's home and comforts him into his spot next to the younger. His shoulders are light, his words come out easier, and he doesn't care to keep eye contact with Namjoon as much as usual.

"You know," Namjoon sparks another conversation, pushing yet another one behind them. He lays his hand on Yoongi's knee and squeezes gently. "You really earned that award tonight. Not just for that one song, either. For all of them. And for helping me produce some too."

The rim of Yoongi's glass hits lightly at his teeth as he goes to sip the last of his wine. "Is that so?" He sets his empty glass down and then leans a little closer into Namjoon's personal space, smirking. "You deserved yours too," he mutters as he leans into Namjoon's neck. "Deserves a little more than that, don't you think?"

Namjoon lets out a shaky breath as Yoongi's lips brush across his skin. They haven't done anything recently and they're so full of emotions that neither of them want to stop– they never fucking want to stop.

The first kiss rests against Namjoon's neck and he curses as he lifts his hand to Yoongi's neck, bringing him in for more.

"Yoongi."

His voice drives Yoongi in for more, no hesitation at all as he licks across Namjoon's neck and kisses eagerly.

"Namjoon-ah," he moans into his skin, pressing his knee into Namjoon's lap and moaning yet again as Namjoon's hand rests on his lower back.

A low groan leaves Namjoon as Yoongi throws himself onto him, needy for his touch. He's tipsy, but he knows exactly what he's doing as he kisses and licks at Namjoon's throat. He knows exactly what he's doing and he's never opened himself up for vulnerability to Namjoon, but they aren't at the company building tonight and they aren't in a rush to jerk each other off or anything of that sort.

"Take me to your room," he tells Namjoon, "please."

Namjoon slips his hands under Yoongi's legs and back, easily picking him up bridal style. It's a different type of sensation that rushes through Yoongi's tummy; he feels warm and fuzzy inside as Namjoon holds him close and carries him down the hall to his bedroom.

Just before Namjoon gets inside his room, Yoongi cups his cheeks and turns his head towards him, bringing him into their first kiss for the night.

Namjoon is frozen in the doorway as he accepts the kiss and kisses back, but Yoongi pulls away and trails his kisses down his jaw and starts sucking his skin yet again.

"God," he lets out as he finally makes it to the end of his bed. He acts like he doesn't want to let Yoongi down, like he wants Yoongi to kiss on him forever, but he eventually does lower him onto the bed. "You're so needy."

Yoongi spreads his legs and looks up at Namjoon, not denying his words one bit. But Namjoon averts his eyes.

"Wait, fuck." He glances over at his bedside table. "I only have lube, I don't have any condoms. I guess we can just–"

"No, no," Yoongi whines out, quick to tug at the bottom of Namjoon's t-shirt– they'd changed into comfortable clothes backstage at the show. Namjoon's eyes meet his and Yoongi's lips are set into a pout. "Please."

Namjoon's eyes stare hard into Yoongi's as he lifts his hand to cup his cheek, making him raise his head to get a good look at him. "Are you sure? With no condom?" he asks and Yoongi nods.

"Yes. Please?"

The tips of Namjoon's fingers dig into his skin as he swears. "Fuck. Okay, okay. Just take your clothes off then."

While Namjoon goes to get the lube out of his drawer, Yoongi takes off the clothes that were too hot on him anyways and even sets his glasses down on the bedside table, then moves towards the head of the bed.

He's completely naked and readier than ever, but Namjoon takes his sweet time.

He leaves his own clothes on and sets the lube on the bed before crawling on top of Yoongi, taking his breath away once they're face-to-face and Namjoon towers over his small body.

Namjoon leans into his neck first and kisses there, finding a spot on Yoongi's waist to squeeze his big hands around and earn the lightest moan from him. Yoongi's chest rises and falls heavily as Namjoon trails his kisses lower until he's pecking along his chest, until he's above Yoongi's nipple.

When he takes the hard, pink bud in with his lips, Yoongi lifts his arms above his head and holds tight onto the pillow, trying his best to stay still as Namjoon's tongue peeks out and licks at his skin.

Namjoon squeezes tighter onto Yoongi's waist and he licks quickly at Yoongi's nipple, teasing and not minding the fact that Yoongi's hard dick is pressed between their bodies.

"N-Namjoon, please," he begs. But when Namjoon pulls away, he pouts and holds tighter onto the pillow.

"Please?" Namjoon questions. He leans in and presses a soft, lingering peck to Yoongi's pink, wet lips. "What is it that you're so needy for tonight, huh? You never would've begged me before."

Yoongi wraps his arms around Namjoon and pulls him in again, taking his lips and melting against them. He kisses him, though he isn't a hundred percent sure why. When he pulls away, he looks Namjoon in the eye.

"Stop asking questions and just fuck me."

A smile appears on Namjoon's lips, dimples carved in the corners. "That's more like you." He tightens his hold, squeezing Yoongi's waist once again and making Yoongi's head push back into the pillow. "Think I like it when you beg, though. Maybe I wanna hear it more."

He lowers himself again, continuing his trail of kisses and earning sweet moans and whines from Yoongi as he makes his way lower and lower.

When he's just above Yoongi's hard and aching dick, he kisses around it– everywhere but there. Yoongi has never felt so needy in his life. He feels like a horny virgin again, like he's never been touched before.

Namjoon makes him shudder as he grabs under his thighs and lifts his knees up in the air, making his feet press flat against the bed. He goes from Yoongi's crotch to his inner thigh and begins suckling the skin there, turning Yoongi's milky skin into red splotches.

He marks up his thighs and makes Yoongi whine and beg for more, a never-ending rush of pleasure surging through him. He just wants to be fucked, but Namjoon is slowly fucking him with foreplay.

"P-Please, Namjoon. This isn't fair, I never teased you like this."

Namjoon's dragon-like eyes stare hard up at Yoongi as he licks over the fresh mark on Yoongi's thigh. "Yeah, well I'm not you, now am I?" He bites teasingly at the mark. "I have all night with you." He glides his fingers down Yoongi's thigh and to his dick, leaving featherlike touches that makes Yoongi's breath hitch. "I know you like it. There's no need to rush, cupcake."

Memories of being called cupcake hits Yoongi like a train, but before he can even mention the old nickname, Namjoon grabs his dick and pulls a sudden moan from him, which Namjoon smirks at.

He bucks up into the feeling as Namjoon starts stroking him, but he only does it for a moment before stopping abruptly.

Just as Yoongi is about to complain, he shuts his mouth and watches as Namjoon sits up on his knees and begins taking his shirt off. He watches in awe as Namjoon's muscles flex, gulping as he sees how toned and gorgeous he is. His arms are thick and his chest is broad– suddenly Yoongi wants to be manhandled, but now isn't the time.

He takes his sweatpants and boxers off as well, letting himself become equal with Yoongi.

As he peeks down at Namjoon's dick– though he's seen it multiple times before– he can't help but realize that it's going to be a tight fit inside of him, but he's not rejecting the challenge at all.

"Here." Namjoon opens the lube bottle and pours some on himself, then some on Yoongi's dick as well.

Finally, Yoongi gets to touch himself– not that he wasn't allowed to in the first place. He coats his dick with the lube and is slow with his pace, only keeping himself worked up as he waits for Namjoon.

Namjoon pours more lube into his hand and then pushes Yoongi's leg more to the side, allowing himself more room as he lowers his hand and eases his fingers over such a sensitive spot that makes Yoongi shiver.

"Relax."

He tries to, and he does, for the most part. But when Namjoon leans over his body and places his lips onto Yoongi's as he slides a finger inside of him, Yoongi can hardly relax, emotionally.

Namjoon's kiss is what distracts him from the first stretch of his fingers, but once he's three fingers inside of him, he slides his tongue into Yoongi's mouth and they both moan as he starts fingering his hole.

The stretch feels so good, especially since it's Namjoon's gentle touch that comes along with it.

"I'm good now. Please- just–"

His words are stolen with a quick peck and then a lingering kiss– a lingering kiss that tells him 'okay'.

When Namjoon pulls away from the kiss, he also pulls his fingers out of Yoongi and looks him in the eye. "Are you sure?"

Yoongi lifts his legs around Namjoon's waist and positions himself so it'll be easier for Namjoon. He nods and waits.

Namjoon's head drops to look down and line himself up correctly. The second his dick presses against Yoongi's hole, Yoongi knows he's done for. He knows he's going to like this a little too much.

And he does.

He loves the feeling of Namjoon slipping the tip of his dick in, loves the way Namjoon hovers over him and looks him right in the eye as he begins to slowly sink into him. Yoongi closes his eyes and his lips fall open, but no moan comes out until Namjoon is all the way in and he tries to push a little further, knowing damn well he can't.

"N-Namjoon."

Namjoon slowly pulls back out, their skin sliding against each other so well once he nearly pulls all the way out and then eases back into him.

They both moan at the slow building of pleasure and Yoongi can't help but wiggle down onto his cock and whine– he's never usually so needy or vocal during sex, but Namjoon has a tight grip on his waist and his heart. It's not good for him, but this is so good, what they have here and now.

Namjoon's lips meet his again and they moan into the kiss as he starts thrusting into him with a set pace, his hips pushing up against Yoongi with every spark of pleasure surging through them.

Yoongi's sweating and whining and moaning because his heart is racing and blood is boiling with every push of Namjoon's dick and every time Namjoon licks eagerly into his mouth.

He pulls Namjoon in by his neck and feels tears building up in the corners of his eyes every time Namjoon's abdomen rubs up against his aching dick, stroking Yoongi up against their bodies.

"N-Namjoon, please." His hands fall loosely over Namjoon's arms and he holds on. Namjoon nuzzles himself into Yoongi's neck and leaves soft kisses up until he reaches his ear.

"I know." He pecks the top of Yoongi's ear and picks up the pace, earning a louder moan from him. "I know, baby, shh." He pulls back from Yoongi's ear and cups his cheek, taking in the fucked expression Yoongi has.

He's got his eyebrows knitted together, lips parted into moans, and tears slipping down– Namjoon gently wipes the tears with his thumbs and then attaches their lips again, making sure Yoongi feels good.

He thrusts into Yoongi for several minutes, both only growing hotter and hotter with every passing second.

Yoongi lifts his legs impossibly higher, squeezing them over Namjoon's body and moaning as he feels his orgasm coming. He wants to slip his hand between their bodies to jerk himself off, but Namjoon pushes himself closer onto Yoongi's dick and fucks him harder, making Yoongi cry out and hold tight onto him as he starts spilling over his tummy and Namjoon's as well.

Namjoon groans with Yoongi's hole clenching and unclenching over him and he pulls his throbbing cock out of Yoongi milliseconds before he's jerking off and coming all over Yoongi's tummy too.

Yoongi's thighs are still stiff and his dick still twitches over himself, but he relaxes into the bed as he watches Namjoon's head fall back and watches Namjoon's every little move as he comes.

When Namjoon is completely empty of any cum, he rests both of his hands beside Yoongi with his eyes closed, breathing heavily– he's sweating and absolutely fucked-out.

His eyes open and lock onto Yoongi's.

They don't say anything. Namjoon just tilts his head and leans back in, kissing Yoongi one last time for closure.

With that, Yoongi closes his eyes and lets him do whatever it is he wants; Namjoon cleans them both up and then pulls the blanket over Yoongi, but not without getting into the bed and wrapping his arms around his tiny waist for cuddles.

———

Morning comes before Yoongi knows it.

He's got Namjoon's arms wrapped around him and Namjoon's chest pressed against his back. He's warm and it's definitely comfortable to be snuggled up to like this, but he wants to stretch his legs and arms.

But when he goes to move, he winces at the pain in his back and thighs.

"Shh," Namjoon suddenly hushes him from behind, running his large hand down his body in attempt to soothe the pain. "Don't move." He gently squeezes Yoongi's hip. "I'll go run you a warm bath. Just stay here."

He quickly gets out of the bed, so Yoongi closes his eyes and curls up into himself. Though the pain hurts, he remembers the pure pleasure he felt last night and now Namjoon is willing to take care of him; the thought makes him feel nice. Really nice.

Namjoon comes back into the bedroom a few minutes later and carefully picks Yoongi up bridal style once again, trying his best not to hurt him. Yoongi holds onto his neck and yawns as he's carried to the bathroom.

There's a bubble bath waiting for him, which makes him feel all warm before he's ever even dipped into the water. The water is nice on his skin.

Namjoon finishes setting him into the tub and then gets a towel to wipe his wet arms down. Yoongi mindlessly plays with some of the bubbles, not wanting to look Namjoon in the eye as he asks, "Why don't you join me?"

A small chuckle leaves Namjoon. "You're small, but I don't think we could both fit in there."

Yoongi pulls his knees up to himself and looks at the empty spot in the tub, then finally looks up at Namjoon.

He doesn't have to say a word. Namjoon ends up getting in the tub anyways, even though it's totally not normal of them– but none of this is. Nothing is normal starting from last night, starting from the moment they first kissed weeks ago.

But it's nice.

It's nice as Namjoon makes Yoongi turn his back to him and he uses a wet, warm cloth to ease the aches away. He runs the cloth over Yoongi's back and leans in a little closer to plant a kiss on his shoulder.

"Namjoon-ah," Yoongi softly lets out as Namjoon's warm lips steal kisses over his shoulder and neck. It's delicate kisses, though. It's not meant to make Yoongi feel any sort of way– not sexually, at least.

Again, Namjoon shushes Yoongi and places another kiss on his skin. "Just let me help you."

So, he does.

He lets Namjoon take care of him as if he doesn't know who Min Yoongi is anymore, because Min Yoongi of the past never would have let Namjoon have sex with him, would never invite Namjoon into his bath, or let Namjoon kiss and touch him just to soothe his mind and body.

But this isn't Min Yoongi of the past anymore.

This is Min Yoongi of the present days. This is the Min Yoongi of now, who closes his eyes and takes in every little kiss and touch he can get because it really does make him feel nice.

He lets Namjoon make him feel nice.

Yoongi ends up using a very convenient extra toothbrush that Namjoon had in his bathroom and then he puts on underwear and Namjoon's big hoodie, which is warm and sits just below his underwear line and over his thigh.

He goes to Namjoon's kitchen– despite the younger's protest– and he begins making them lunch.

Namjoon sits sheepishly at the coffee table, just like they did last night when they were having wine. Yoongi sets down two bowls of noodles and they dig in faster than ever, only now realizing that they'd skipped dinner last night.

"God damn," Namjoon lets out between chews and Yoongi can't help but hide his smile behind his hand. "This is delicious. How come my noodles never taste like this?"

Yoongi shrugs. "It's just noodles."

After they finish eating, they sit back and relax against the couch as they watch TV. At some point, Namjoon gets up and helps Yoongi off the floor as well, then leads them to sit more comfortably on the couch with a throw blanket over their legs because it's chilly enough to have one.

The show that's playing quickly goes ignored the moment Namjoon wraps his hand around Yoongi and mindlessly caresses at his back. It's soft and gentle, though Namjoon is a tough man who has easily broken many things because of how naturally strong he is– his fans always talk about that, that's the only reason Yoongi knows that fact; and because Namjoon has broken one of Yoongi's headsets before, but Yoongi swore it was on purpose back then.

Now, Namjoon is gentle with him and laughs at the TV as he watches. Yoongi doesn't watch, though.

He gives up on watching Namjoon's every move and goes for it– he lets his body speak before his mind does and he pulls Namjoon in by his jaw, then places a sweet little peck on his cheek.

Namjoon blinks in confusion and hovers his fingers over his cheek as he turns to face Yoongi.

But he doesn't question it.

For a moment, he looks shocked, but the shock fades away once he looks down at Yoongi's lips. He keeps his hand on Yoongi's back, but holds tight onto the hoodie bunched up there as he leans in and cups Yoongi's cheek before attaching their lips together.

It's a soft kiss. It's nothing like their usual needy or quick kisses. Namjoon simply attaches their lips and begins caressing Yoongi's back again, both melting into the kiss now.

When he pulls away, he wraps both arms around Yoongi and pulls him close, nuzzling into his neck.

"You ready to talk now?"

Yoongi slips his fingers through Namjoon's hair, but it's almost too short. He feels the lightest prickles of hair against his fingers and it feels good. It feels good to run his fingers through.

"Talk about what?" he asks a bit teasingly. Namjoon huffs as if he's pouting into Yoongi's neck.

"You." His tone does sound like he's pouting for sure. "And me. Why'd you have to go and act all cute last night? You can't just do that to me."

Yoongi's cheeks heat up involuntarily. He did purposefully act cute and needy last night. He wanted Namjoon to take care of him and he did, but he took such good care of him that they're in Namjoon's living room now and are actually ready and willing to talk about their actions and feelings for once.

For once, they're going to talk instead of ignoring the situation.

"I act cute with a little alcohol in me," he tells Namjoon. "Or when I want something."

"So you wanted me?"

"It was a mix of both," he says instead of simply saying yes.

Namjoon pulls away only enough to look Yoongi in the eyes.

His gaze is stern and deeply set into Yoongi's. It suddenly reminds him of all the times they'd locked eyes over the years. It reminds him of all the different emotions he's seen in Namjoon's eyes before; anger, lust, hurt, joy– but this look in particular is something he doesn't know how to describe just yet.

There's a hint of hesitation, maybe hope, yet there's also worry that laces it all together. Yoongi doesn't know why Namjoon looks at him this way.

"So, you want me."

It isn't a question, or at least it doesn't sound like one. It sounds like Namjoon is coming to terms with his own statement.

"And if I do?" Yoongi asks.

But Namjoon gently shakes his head. "I'm not talking about one night stands or a quick fuck in the studios, Yoongi."

Those words make Yoongi's eyes a bit wide and suddenly he's the one with that look in his eyes; hesitation, hope, worry, and fuck, is he ready to risk it all. Maybe that's why Namjoon's eyes held the same look. And who cares if he's ready to risk it all?

"I'm not talking about one night stands either." He cups Namjoon's cheek and notices the hope in his eyes taking over. "Namjoon, last night was different. It wasn't just some quick fuck. It was different because you treated me well. You marked me all over, you kissed me like it meant something, you called me baby."

The smile that appears on Namjoon's face says it all.

"Namjoon, you cleaned me off, you cuddled me, and even ran me a bath this morning because my legs easily would've given out if you hadn't taken care of me." He leans in and brushes his lips against Namjoon's. "You took care of me."

Namjoon wraps his arms tight around Yoongi's waist as he pecks his lips over and over. "I did," he says between those pecks. "I did because I'm not the same guy I was years ago." He even pecks Yoongi's cheek. "I don't want to argue and bicker every day. It's tiring. It's tiring because I still have a big, stupid crush on you even after all that."

"Crush?" Yoongi immediately questions.

Namjoon lowers his head. Doesn't look Yoongi in the eyes. "A lot of things you do really did annoy me," he says. It's the same for Yoongi. "But a lot of things you did were really cool too. Like rapping, producing, and the lyrics you write. I've always liked it. And you're stupidly cute. It's annoying."

An amused laugh leaves Yoongi and he isn't laughing at Namjoon. He's laughing because he was in the same boat.

"Yeah? Well you're stupidly and annoyingly hot," he tells Namjoon, who laughs with him. "And same here. You're really cool too, Namjoon-ah. Your lyrics are probably my favorite."

Namjoon smiles with dimples deep like the ocean. "My lyrics are all from my heart, so does that mean I'm your favorite?"

"Hmm... We'll see about that."

But Namjoon's smile stays bright. He leans in again, pulling Yoongi in by his own hoodie and ending that thought with a lovely kiss; sweet and exceptionally long, like it's their first time ever truly kissing. Namjoon kisses him not with lust, but with pure joy and satisfaction.

They may go on dates, may share book recommendations and song ideas and kisses and nights under the sheets together, and they may get teased about it, but one thing's for sure:

They fall in love through it all.

After years of being in each other's lives, they promise that they'll stay in each other's lives for many more years to come. That's all they could ever ask for.

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the end

i loved writing this so much ugh i love enemies with benefits & enemies to lovers

thanks so much @ peachynamuyoon on twitter for asking me to write this lovely piece ~ i hope to get to write more for you in the future 💕

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