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Namjoon is busy cleaning up the background vocals on a song when he hears three small knocks on the door to his studio. Thankful for an excuse for a break, he pushes himself away from his desk and take the short stride over to the door, pulling it open to see Hoseok standing with two bags of takeout.
“How’s it coming?” Hoseok asks when Namjoon steps aside to let him enter, shutting the door firmly behind him.
“It’s good. The kids sound great and Yoongi hyung is sending over the instrumentals later when he’s done mixing.” Namjoon says, leaning over his desk to triple save his work before joining Hoseok on the couch.
Hoseok takes out a variety of simple Korean dishes. Namjoon eyes a bowl of jajangmyeon and Hoseok unwraps it from the take-out coverings and passes it to him along with a set of chopsticks.
They are just a few months out from the release of their new album and the usual pre-release nerves have started to settle over the group. Namjoon knows hardly any of them are eating or sleeping properly, caught in meetings and locked in their respective studios until the air gets a bit too stuffy.
Despite this, they are much more keen to taking care of each other now. Unlike before when it was easy to let a member overexert themselves to the point of collapse simply because that passion was shared and understood — now, they make sure to support each other whenever they can. It’s easier to bring someone food or coffee to pull them out of their own self spiral. More often then not, Namjoon finds himself craving these moments. He doesn’t feel he’s at the point in his career where he has to prove himself, to be the best of the best and excel all expectations. He can enjoy his legacy and move forward into a new chapter of his career. Deep down, he knows his members feel the same.
Being pulled away from work is no longer a hindrance for him. It’s a welcomed opportunity to step away from the screens, refresh his mind, and return when he’s ready. The work will always be there.
“You think it’s missing something, though?” Hoseok asks, pulling Namjoon from his thoughts. He blinks around a bit, finishing off a bite of food before passing a look to Hoseok.
“What do you mean? Do you wanna add something?” Namjoon asks, curious.
Hoseok shrugs, sitting back into the cushions of the couch and crossing one leg over the other, nursing a cup of ramen against his chest. “It’s the intro. I think it’s needs like.. an intro-esque vibe.”
Namjoon hums, brows furrowed. Hoseok usually is very vocal about what he wants when it comes to.. well.. anything in his life, but especially work. He’s never one to skimp out on his artistic expression, especially at the expense of another’s comfort.
He’s often throwing out suggestions or ideas, open-ended critiques that leave room for interpretation. He only ever demands something when it comes to himself, but for the other’s, Hoseok will offer his advice and let them lead from there.
It’s something Namjoon has grown to respect. It takes guts to advocate for yourself.
“You want to add something..” Namjoon says, because he’s known Hoseok long enough to know that something is starting to brew in that beautiful brain of his.
Hoseok smiles at him, smug and shy, like he’s worried he’s asking too much. “Just an intro. It won’t mess with the rest of the song. I think there’s enough room for it to fit in naturally.”
Namjoon hums, taking another bite of the jajangmyeon. He seriously has to ask Hoseok where he bought it from because it tastes almost as good as his mom's. When he finishes chewing, he sets the bowl aside, leaning back next to Hoseok, work mode slowly reactivating.
“Do you have any ideas?” Namjoon asks, arm sliding around the back of the couch. Hoseok shrinks in next to him, shoulder pressed to his chest as he shrugs once again.
“Nothing concrete. I think when Hyung finishes mixing I can brainstorm it more. It should be one of us though, since you’re the opening verse.” Hoseok looks up at Joon then, eyes big and bright, dark lashes dusting the tops of his cheeks. Namjoon briefly thinks about kissing him.
“Have you talked to him about it too? You know how Yoongi gets when we want to change stuff.”
Hoseok laughs and pats Namjoon’s chest. “Why do you think I brought you jajangmyeon today, Namjoon-ssi?”
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It’s a week later when Namjoon hears another knock at his door. This time he’s not working, he’s window-shopping on a few items from his favorite clothing store. His back aches when he stands, probably a mix of sitting crossed legged for far too long and his age. He won’t ponder on that though.
It’s Hoseok at the door, Yoongi standing slouched behind him. They shuffle inside with coffee and treats, Yoongi carrying his laptop. Namjoon checks the clock on his wall and notices it’s close to 3am. He really should’ve set an alarm or something.
“What’s up?” Namjoon asks, watching the two men settle into his couch. Hoseok has on a tank top, his hair damp, a pair of loose sweatpants hanging low on his hips. In contrast, Yoongi is sporting a hoodie that’s a few sizes too big and a pair of soft shorts that Namjoon recognizes as the same pair he was just mulling over. They really have to stop wearing the same things.
“Ask Jay.” Yoongi grumbles, making himself small in the corner of Namjoon’s couch.
“I want to brainstorm some ideas for the intro.” Hoseok bounces between them in a way that tells Namjoon he has too much energy. Especially for it being the middle of the night.
“Hob-ah, it’s three in the morning. We’re not supposed to be working right now.” Namjoon says.
It wasn't an official rule, per say. Just a small agreement between the seven of them that, after 2am, no more work was allowed. Taehyung had suggested it after Yoongi, Jungkook and Namjoon had pulled an all-nighter before a schedule, working on a song for Jungkook who had fallen asleep way too many times during their interviews and practices that day. It took a while for everyone to comply, but after a few times of being (lovingly) chewed out by an angry Kim Taehyung, they were quick to fall in line.
“It's not work,” Hoseok says with a big smile, passing Namjoon a drink. “It’s brainstorming.”
“Okay..” Namjoon passes him a suspicious look, not buying the faux innocence for one second. “Then why are you here?” Namjoon points at Yoongi.
“He offered a blowjob.” Yoongi shrugs and Namjoon supposes that’s a good trade-off.
“I have some ideas!” Hoseok says, ignore the two of them as he pulls out his phone. He taps away on it for a bit before a voice memo is playing.
It’s Jimin giggling, a few shuffling sounds and then someone clearing their throat. Namjoon sits as he listens, taking a slow sip of his coffee.
“Body.. huh.. body to.. uh, what. Body~”
“Hyung that doesn’t make any sense!” Jimin giggles, his voice loud in the mic.
Hoseok seemingly ignores him, continuing to speak. “B-b-b.. yo.. Body, to.. oh~ oh~ huh.. yo. RM!”
The recording stops, quiet falling over the room as Hoseok locks his phone, tossing it on the table. Namjoon tries to picture the ad-libs over the beat, thinking of other words that could fill the space.
“It’s too repetitive.” Yoongi says. “There’s already a vocal intro with the same words. I think it’ll just sound cluttered.”
“It’s a rough draft, hyung.” Namjoon laughs at his serious tone.
“Exactly! A rough draft. But I think this should be the cadence. Like cutting off the words.” Hoseok says, shifting around so one foot is tucked underneath him.
Namjoon shuffles to sit in the middle of them, crossing his arms over his chest. Yoongi seems to ponder for a bit, pushing open the lid of his laptop. Namjoon watches him open a new document, typing out a copy of Hoseok’s ramblings.
“It can feed into Nyamjoonie’s verse, right? Like ‘hey, hey, hey, uhn.’” Hoseok stars to clap the beat, Namjoon nodding along. Yoongi takes the liberty to actually pull up the song with the backing vocals, the three of them nodding along.
“Right there, after the first line. Baa, baa, baa ba-ba ba.” Hoseok vocalizes.
“Maybe on the second one?” Namjoon suggests after Yoongi plays it back.
“Something light, yeah? A back and forth would be good too.” Yoongi brings his fingers up to his mouth, mindlessly biting on a nail. Before Namjoon can reach up to pull his hand away, Hoseok beats him to it, reaching across Namjoon to tug at Yoongi’s wrist.
“Hm? Oh, sorry. ‘m tired.” Yoongi says, sending them a sheepish smile. Namjoon lifts a hand up to brush through his hair, Yoongi leaning into the touch as he adds more words into the document.
“A back and forth sounds good. Maybe you and Joon?” Hoseok suggests. Namjoon hums, looking at him.
“It should be you.” Namjoon says. “You're prefect for it.”
“It should be you. Joon-ah can play into his verse.” Yoongi adds, eyes getting heavier by the minute.
Namjoon moves his hand down to massage his nape, firm fingers pressing into his neck, brushing softly over the skin there and dipping into the back of his shirt. Yoongi lets his head fall forward, eyes closing and the conversation is immediately forgotten, the late night atmosphere mixed with the low blue hue of Namjoon’s studio lights growing on the three of them.
Hoseok doesn’t seem too bothered by it when Namjoon glances over at him. They share a soft look, one that’s full of fondness and warmth, an understanding that their Hyung is tired and so the day is done.
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At practice the next day, Hoseok’s energy doesn’t seem to diminish. He’s playful and lively, loud laughter echoing within the room as he cracks jokes and plays around with the members. It was a solo rehearsal today, meaning the seven of them were on their own, going over choreo and collaborating to help each other with different moves.
During break, Hoseok falls into Namjoon, the two of them sweaty and panting as Hoseok lays on Namjoon’s lap on the cold flooring of the practice room. Namjoon wraps Hoseok in a wet embrace, kissing the top of his head while Hoseok squirms in protest.
“Yah! God, you’re soaked! Stop!” Hoseok laughs, hips kicking when Namjoon’s fingers tickle his hips. Namjoon keeps him pinned, biting the top of his ear when he tries to move away.
He finally gives in when Hoseok starts to wheeze, pulling the man into his lap and chuckling when Hobi hits him, panting as he catches his breath.
In front of them, Jungkook carries Jimin around in a piggy back ride, the two of them pinching at Seokjin and following him around as he tries to escape. He can’t see where Taehyung and Yoongi have ventured off to, but he knows they’re close.
“Have you thought of anything else for the intro?” Namjoon asks, hands pulling Hoseok’s hair from his face, giving him a middle part.
Hoseok shrugs, fingers playing with the drawstring of Namjoon’s sweatpants. Namjoon sighs when Hoseok pulls hard enough for the waistband to snap back against his skin, fingers tightening in Hoseok’s hair.
“I haven’t. Jungkook has been sending me ideas though.” Hoseok says. Namjoon hums, hands sliding down to either side of his neck, cupping his throat and pulling him back until Hoseok is looking up at him upside down.
Namjoon leans down to kiss him because he can, hot lips meeting Hoseok’s soft ones, pecking once before pulling away. “Send them to me.”
The timer goes off before Hoseok can reply, the two of them jumping slightly, startled at the sharp ringing sounding from the speakers of the practice room.
“Alright, places! Starting with Mic Drop!” Hoseok yells, jumping up to his feet with an easiness that Namjoon can’t help but be jealous of.
They spend the rest of practice flirting and laughing, eyeing each other in the mirror and being a little too touchy when they cross paths. No one says anything, but Namjoon knows the sudden tense atmosphere is felt by everyone.
Sometime during the fourth song, Jimin and Jungkook take their shirts off and Yoongi ties his hair back, a familiar look in their eyes that makes warmth settle into Namjoon’s belly. It’s an easy thing, the quiet shift from light and giddy to something hungry and sultry. That spark of passion shows through in their choreography, eyes dark and pointed as they seamlessly fall in sync with one another.
Hoseok’s stopped counting and making small comments, mouthing along quietly to the words of each song as they get into a groove. Namjoon eyes stay glued to the curve of Hoseok’s hips, the soft pouch of his belly each time his shirt rides up, the way his tongue peeks out almost subconsciously. Hoseok’s movements fuel his own, hitting each count with a precision that’s been sharpened to perfection from many nights in stuffy practice rooms.
Namjoon swears he can feel their arousal buzzing beneath his skin, breathing in his ear and licking at his neck. He’ll never get used to it — how affected they all are by each other. Even Seokjin, who usually prefers not to display his affections at work, has a dark look on his face, eyes scanning Jungkook as he takes center, hips thrusting in time with the choreography. It’s a dizzying feeling, knowing your lust is not only shared, but returned tenfold.
Later, when they're all shuffling down the hall, muscles tired and minds blank, Namjoon tugs Hoseok into his studio, pressing him against the door and crowding into his space. Hoseok looks up at him with a similar glint in his eye, bottom lip bitten between his teeth.
“Do you have plans?” Namjoon asks, hands on Hoseok’s waist. The man tilts his head up at Joon, feigning innocence.
“Plans?” Hoseok’s asks, hands coming up to rest on Namjoon’s biceps.
“After. Are you meeting anyone?” Namjoon feels a little insane. Hoseok his hot against him, sweat still clinging to his body and clothes. If Namjoon takes a deep enough breath, he can smell the light scent of Hoseok's deodorant, the small tinge of musk from a hard day’s work. It’s driving him insane.
“Do you need help with choreo? You were slacking a little towards the end there..” Hoseok says, and Namjoon really can't help himself when he leans forward to kiss him, Hoseok meeting him with a hand in his cheek.
The two of them lick into each other, Namjoon tilting his head as he pulls Hoseok closer, arms wrapping around his waist. Hoseok moans into his mouth, little noises in the back of his throat that drive Namjoon crazy. Hoseok is always so responsive to him.
He can feel his cock filling up with each whine Hoseok lets out, hands roaming his neck and hair, trying to pull Namjoon in closer, drinking his fill. Namjoon bites his top lip, then the bottom one, holding Hoseok in place by his chin as he presses chaste kisses to his lips.
“Joon-ah.” Hoseok sighs between the pecks, eyes closed as he slumps against the door.
“Open your mouth.” Namjoon says, thumbs tapping Hoseok’s lips. The man opens willingly, tongue flattening without further instruction. “Good boy~”
Hoseok shivers, but Namjoon ignores it, feeling greedy when he slides his own tongue against Hoseok’s. It’s wet and sloppy and Joon can feel drool sliding down his chin but Hoseok takes it all nonetheless, keeps his mouth open until Namjoon is pulling him back in from a kiss, moving them away from the door.
“Fuck. Careful with the merchandise, Joonie.” Hoseok laughs when Namjoon tosses him onto the couch, landing with a soft thud.
Namjoon smirks, stripping off his damp shirt and tossing it to the side. He watched at Hoseok’s stares at his chest, licking his lips and winking at him when their eyes meet. “I can’t exactly make any promises.”
“I don’t want you too.” Hoseok's pulls Namjoon back in for a kiss with a hand on the back of his neck. He lifts his hips as Namjoon tugs off his shorts and boxers, big hands on his thighs spreading him open until Joon is slotting himself between his spread legs.
Namjoon hums into the kiss before pulling away, looking down at Hoseok’s sex, his pussy wet already, the lips shiny with his arousal. He brings two fingers down to pet at it softly as he pulls the lips apart to see Hoseok’s clit. The man whines above him, hands in Namjoon’s hair.
“Gonna let me fuck you?” Namjoon asks, because he really really wants to.
“We can’t.. I'll be sore tomorrow.” Hoseok pouts, like he also dejected about the fact.
“Just the tip?” Namjoon asks, trying his luck because he truly needs to be inside of Hoseok one way or another. And he’s never been one to shame himself for his desires.
To further push his cause, Namjoon sinks a finger into Hoseok's soaked hole, curling it perfectly on the first try to make Hoseok’s back arch, a pretty moan falling from his lips.
“Joon..” Hoseok breathes, licking his lips and spreading his thighs further, welcoming Namjoon in.
“I won’t go further.” Namjoon says, but his finger curls deeper into Hobi’s cunt, teasing his walls as he drawls his fingers out. He lines up a second digit, watching Hoseok’s face as he pushes them both inside, spreading them just slightly.
“Namjoon~” Hoseok whines, hands in his shirt as he tosses his head away, a pink blush dusting his cheeks.
Namjoon hums in question, a slow slide as he thrusts his fingers in deeper. “Yes, baby?”
“Please,” Hoseok says, his voice broken. Namjoon chuckles, low and deep in his chest as he keeps up the slow pace.
“Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.” Namjoon coos.
Hoseok all but whines, pent up and frustrated with the teasing. Namjoon knows his body is still buzzing from practice, his arousal is thick and plentiful, the sweet smell of it slowly filling his studio. Namjoon wants to taste it on his tongue as quickly as possible. But..
“Joonie~ I need..” Hoseok whispers, panting now.
“Mhm, that’s it.” Namjoon brushes around his clit with his other hand to tease him, rubbing slow circles.
“Fuck.. Namjoon-ah.” Hoseok opens his eyes, watching Namjoon with a pitiful stare.
“What do you need?” Namjoon asks, his cock twitching at the way Hoseok looks absolutely ruined already and he’s barely touched him. They watch each other for a moment, Hoseok clenching around Namjoon’s fingers, trying to rock down onto them but Joon give his little room to do so.
“I need.. ah~ Your mouth. Please..” Hoseok says, biting his lip afterwards. Namjoon grins down at him, pulling his fingers free and settling between Hoseok’s legs without another word.
He can smell Hoseok even stronger here, on his hands, no doubt tinging his skin for the next few hours. The thought makes him eager to taste Hoseok on his tongue, so he pulls his fingers free, popping them into his mouth.
Namjoon moans at the taste, licking the tips of his fingers before sinking down between Hoseok’s legs, spreading him open. He kisses around his clit, the skin flushed and smooth against his lips. His eyes peek up to meet Hoseok as he takes the little bundle of nerves into his mouth, sucking softly before letting go.
“Fuck! Yes, Joon, please.. please please—” Hoseok is cut off with a moan when Namjoon presses his tongue flat to his cunt, folds pulled apart by both of this hands, the pads of his fingers rubbing circles on his clit.
Namjoon can feel Hoseok’s thighs shake around his head, can feel the way Hoseok grips the couch cushions underneath them, trying to find purchase. He moves his head lower, lapping at Hoseok’s hole and groaning at the warm slick that floods his tongue.
Hoseok whines, toes curling. He brings an arm up to cover his face, his other hand going to Namjoon's hair, tugging slightly. “Fingers, Joonie. I need your fingers too, please.”
Namjoon pulls off with a wet pop, slick coating his lips and smearing onto his cheeks. “Since you asked so nicely. Anything for you, Hob-ah.”
His middle and ring fingers slide slowly into Hoseok, lips back on his clit as he starts at a quick pace. Hobi moans with each thrust, louder now that they’re into it. Namjoon feels incredibly grateful for soundproofing, because he doesn’t think he’d ever want to hear Hoseok holding himself back.
“Motherfucker!” Hoseok squeaks, hands balling up to his ears when Namjoon curls his fingers into that special spot that never fails to make the man come undone.
Even now, Namjoon smiles around the clit in his mouth, fingers fucking deep into the sensitive area as he watches Hoseok struggle to catch his breath. He finally lets up when Hoseok hits his shoulder repeatedly, nails digging into the muscle.
“Oh my god, I’m gonna come. Joon-ah..” Hoseok whines, back arching as he rocks onto Namjoon’s face. The man nods up at him, opening his mouth to flick his tongue over Hoseok’s clit.
Namjoon feels Hoseok’s clenching around him as his orgasm peaks, eyes squeezed shut and his thighs locking around Namjoon’s shoulders, his body shaking from the intensity of it. Namjoon pumps into him a few more times before he pulls away, pinning Hoseok’s legs open.
He braces himself on his knees and tugs his sweatpants down just enough for his cock to slip out, hard and leaking precum. When he lines himself up with Hoseok’s cunt, the man stops him with a shaky hand in his groin.
“Just the tip?” Hobi whimpers, his voice higher. Namjoon wants to eat him alive.
“Just the tip. I promise.” Namjoon says, a little frenzied but he recovers quickly when Hoseok nods, sliding a hand over to pull him in by his hip.
It takes every ounce of self-restraint Namjoon has within his body to keep from shoving his cock deep inside Hoseok, especially when the man starts to rub his clit once Namjoon has his tip inside. Joon jerks the rest of his length, groaning as he feels Hoseok clenching around him. He knows he’s not gonna last long, especially with the way Seok is looking at him.
His eyes are wet, his lids sitting low as he touches himself, little moans slipping from his parted lips. His free hand stays glued to Namjoon's hip, rubbing subconscious circles into his adonis belt with his thumb. Namjoon gives a small thrust forward and Hoseok moans, tilting his head away.
“Don’t come inside,” Hoseok whispers.
“Hm?” Namjoon says, stroking the rest of his length that wasn't sheathed inside Seok.
“Nyamjoon-ah,” Hoseok says, a warning tone to his voice. “Don’t come inside.”
Namjoon moans, his hips twitching, accidentally shoving move of his cock inside, a little less that half. Hoseok moans, speeding up the hand on his clit and he closes his eyes.
Namjoon knows he’s close. Hoseok is so tight and wet around him and it’s been far too long since he’s been able to fuck Hoseok properly. The man was very meticulous about avoiding any unnecessary strains when they’re so close to an album release.
When Hoseok comes, Namjoon can feel every tremor and spasm his pussy has, each one sending shock waves down his cock, making him moan loud into the studio. He has to physically force himself to pull out, jerking himself off with quick motions, watching Hoseok’s hole clench around nothing.
He squeezes his eyes shut as he comes, pressing his cock to Hobi’s thigh and rubbing his cockhead against the smooth skin as his orgasm washes over him. Hoseok whimpers above him, limp against the couch and panting, his eyes closed and his hair falling over his face.
Namjoon leans down to kiss him, slow and spent. They share a few pecks before Namjoon is pulling away, grabbing a few napkins from his desk and cleaning Hoseok as best as he can.
When they’re clothed, Hoseok nuzzles into Namjoon’s chest, his features soft as exhaustion begins to creep in.
“Wanna go back to mine?” Namjoon asks, typing away on his phone to get a car home. Hoseok nods and Namjoon kisses the top of his head.
“You owe me a massage.” Hoseok mutters and Namjoon chuckles, pinching his hip.
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Yoongi and Jungkook pass a look between Hoseok and Namjoon the following week, suspicion in their gaze as they finish listening to the new intro Namjoon and Hoseok had recorded earlier that week. It sounds good and Namjoon knows the other two agree because they’ve been silent for long enough, processing the change.
“It’s perfect.” Hoseok says, nervous next to Namjoon. “It’s exactly what I was thinking, hyung.”
“It sounds.. suggestive.” Jungkook voices.
“It’s a suggestive song, Jungkookie.” Namjoon says, crossing his arms over his chest as he stands tall next to Hoseok. “This just gets the audience ready for it.”
“I like it, but how did you come up with it.” Yoongi passed them both a pointed look. Namjoon holds his stare easily, but Hoseok immediately breaks and looks away, a blush growing on his cheeks.
“Oh hyung~” Jungkook giggles, big eyes over at the two of them. Namjoon winks at him and finds a sick kind of pleasure in the way Jungkook stops meeting his gaze.
Yoongi sighs, rubbing his hands over his face before he presses the keyboard again, the song starting from the top, with Namjoon and Hoseok’s added intro.
“I need
I need, I need..
(What you need, twin?)
I need (What you need?)
I need, I need.”
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