Sometimes the best way to release stress, is softly breeding your sleeping omega
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by PrussiaSheiala
Life as an idol is stressful, and sometimes the best way Yoongi knows how to release it, was breeding their lovely omega, sometimes while he is sleeping.
Luckily for Yoongi, there is nothing Namjoon loves more than than a big of somno breeding.
Words: 1901, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: 방탄소년단 | Bangtan Boys | BTS
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Kim Namjoon | RM, Min Yoongi | Suga, Jeon Jungkook
Relationships: Kim Namjoon | RM/Min Yoongi | Suga, Kim Namjoon | RM/Everyone
Additional Tags: Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Kim Namjoon | RM, Alpha Min Yoongi | Suga, Alpha the rest of BTS, They aren't there really, only mentioned - Freeform, Pack Dynamics, Bonded BTS, Polyamory, Bottom Kim Namjoon | RM, Top Min Yoongi | Suga, Somnophilia, Consensual Somnophilia, Soft Kim Namjoon | RM, Breeding, Knotting, Namjoon in thigh high socks
hi! do you know any good touch-starved fics? any ship is great but my favs are sope and taekook :) thanks!
hi anon! i’ve tried my best to find a few good touch-starved fics, even though i don’t usually read them myself. unfortunately, there weren’t many sope/taekook works i found worth reccing :( but i did find some other nice stories, so i hope you like them!! :)
ღ Better Left Untouched by themarmalade {T, namkook, 6,8k} [this is just a really cute concept and a good short read]
ღ It Started With A Touch by Kaijuscientists {G, sope, 2,2k} [one of the only sope fics i could find + wanted to add to this list]
ღ like real people do by 777335 {T, yoonkook, 22,5k} [magical touch-starved fic]
ღ One Day You’ll Know by Jeanmarc {T, namjin, 3,5k} [even those who don’t seem like it want an arm around their waist sometimes]
ღ hold me tight by sugodemic {G, sugamon (i guess?!?), 3,2k} [hugging and touching isn’t a sin and yoongi silently learns this lesson of intimacy]
Namjoon, a successful rapper by the name of RM, is struggling with his newest album. Yoongi, known as AgustD, is the elusive producer who works for the same company as Namjoon who no one’s ever actually met before.
Sugamon for the prompt list: “This has been a shitty week and you just grabbed the last box of my favourite comfort food from the shelf, do you really want to fight me rn?”
Sugamon, “This has been a shitty week and you just grabbed the last box of my favourite comfort food from the shelf, do you really want to fight me rn?”
(1.4k, slight crack? shitty exes? college!AU)
It had started with a particularly nasty paper cut on Monday morning. Taehyung had used the last of the band-aids for his art project and so Namjoon was left to accidentally reopen the cut all day and avoid touching anything that’d have him hissing from the sting.
The next day he’d been walking home from class, reading the book he’d bought for himself as a treat last week when a truck had roared past and drenched him in the water pooling in the gutter from the storm last week. Both Namjoon and the book had been drenched.
Wednesday, his alarm hadn’t gone off on time and Taehyung had drunk the last of their coffee.
Thursday, he’d gotten marks back from a test only to find he’d gotten a less than awesome result.
And then Friday had topped it all off. Going to a party where he just wanted to get wasted and forget the week’s inconveniences, only for his shitty ex to be there with his new boyfriend on his arm. Hoseok had gotten drunk and yelled in Namjoon’s ear about how cute they were together, Jimin had to usher him off before Namjoon went ape-shit and smacked him one. In short it had been a shitty shitty night and if Namjoon had gone home and buried himself under his duvets and cried, well that’s his own business.
But it’s Saturday now. It’s Saturday and Namjoon has a plan that will make this entire thing better.
He has the house to himself this morning, can sprawl out on the couch with all the pillows they own, all his favourite snacks and binge watch the latest season of Stranger Things with no interruptions.
Of course, because it’s Taehyung, he’s finished off the last of Namjoon’s favourite ice cream and hasn’t bothered to restock. Namjoon isn’t too fussed, it’s a nice day out, he doesn’t mind walking ten minutes to the supermarket. The fresh air will do him some good.
After rounding up a quick shopping list with extra things he swears he’s gonna hide in his room to protect from the likes of Taehyung, Namjoon heads to the supermarket, picking out all the things he needs and throwing them in his basket, before making his way to the frozen foods section.
There’s a man in the aisle, Namjoon catches a look at his profile, does a double take at how pretty the guy is, lips pursed as he reads the label on an ice cream punnet.
Ah, that’s right.
Namjoon heads to the freezer, eyes rake across the shelves, and when his gaze lands on the space where his ice cream normally is, the spot is empty.
Something inside Namjoon snaps.
The guy is retreating down the aisle and before Namjoon can stop himself, he’s lurching forward grabbing the guy by the bicep and spinning him to face him. The guy’s eyes widen slightly, lips parting just so and once he’s given Namjoon’s face a good look, he frowns, not bothering to shuck his arm free.
‘Can I help you?’ he drawls.
Namjoon lets him go, guilt in his chest. Part of him wants to drop the entire thing and leave before he embarrasses himself any further. The larger part wants the damn ice cream.
‘Look man,’ he says, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tries to sound as less crazy as possible. ‘This has been a shitty week, and you just grabbed the last carton of ice cream. Do you really want to fight me right now?’
The threat of violence isn’t exactly Namjoon had been expecting to come out of his mouth, but turns out he’s more angry than he initially thought.
The guy’s eyes track lazily down his body and for one fleeting moment, Namjoon thinks the guy is trying to suss out whether he can take him.
Then, ‘You’re Kim Namjoon, right?’
Namjoon blinks. ‘Yeah?’
‘Min Yoongi,’ the guy says. ‘We’re in Music Appreciation together.’
‘We are?’ He does look vaguely familiar now that Namjoon thinks about it. Should be more so considering just how pretty he is.
‘Sure. You’re the dude who’s constantly correcting the lecturer and I’m the one who snorts when he looks like he’s about to cry.’
Namjoon flushes to the tips of his ears. That had been a one time thing and in hindsight he wasn’t particularly proud of it.
‘I didn’t mean to make him cry.’
‘Yeah, see, the way you went about that whole discussion proves otherwise. Plus, dude deserves it. I don’t have a fuck tonne of student debt to here from some guy who doesn’t know his shit.’
‘I guess.’
Yoongi hums, eyes tracking him once more, a little too close. ‘Are you the same Namjoon that’s Minjae’s ex?’
Namjoon freezes, blood running cold. Of course the weekend just had to get even worse, things can’t ever run smoothly and whilst he’s getting used to this, he’s still so done with everyone recognising him as ‘Minjae’s ex.’
Minjae is more sociable than he is, always was, he had friends everywhere and of course loved to use that reach to his advantage. Namjoon had broken up with him after growing tired of seeing Minjae flirt with anything with a pulse. It had been an ugly break up, lots of blame and yelling and once Minjae had left Namjoon’s apartment he had gone on a rampage and convinced all of his friends, and as a result a good chunk of the campus’ population, of the various terrible things Namjoon had done.
There is a reason Minjae is the ‘shitty ex’ and not just a ‘regular ex.’
‘So which rumour did you hear then?’ Namjoon grits out, waiting for the look of disgust that is sure to make an appearance.
‘None that I believe,’ Yoongi shrugs. ‘I’ve known Minjae for years, he’s full of it.’
‘Right,’ Namjoon says, maybe he should feel relieved, but honestly he doesn’t want someone to shit-talk his ex with right now, he just wants his comfort food. ‘So can you just give me the ice cream?’
Yoongi regards him thoughtfully, pursing his lips. ‘No.’
‘No?’
‘You yelled at me and now I’m upset and feel bad about myself. I’m very sensitive.’
He doesn’t look very upset and Namjoon has the sneaking suspicion that that’s because he isn’t. That’s to be expected from someone who’s friends with Minjae.
‘Right, whatever,’ Namjoon says, suppressing the urge to roll his eyes. ‘I’ll see you in class or something.’
He’ll just have to do without the ice cream this time around. Or buy a block of chocolate instead, that’d be a half hearted substitute, he can live with that.
Namjoon turns to walk off, and gets about five steps away before Yoongi’s voice pipes up behind him.
‘Wanna make it up to me?’
Namjoon turns slowly, brow furrowed. ‘What?’
‘The yelling,’ Yoongi says and there’s a strange glint in his eyes as he says it. ‘Do you wanna make me feel better?’
Irritation fizzles at Namjoon’s temple, his fist clenching around the basket. ’What do you have in mind?’
‘Go on a date with me.’
Namjoon almost chokes on his own spit. Of all the stupid requests Namjoon had expected, a fucking date wasn’t one of them.
‘What?’ He’s pretty sure he’s blushing, and Min Yoongi is looking way too amused with all of this. ‘Why?’
‘Because I’m a vindictive asshole, and you’re not the only one of Minjae’s shitty exes.’
Namjoon pauses, eyes widening a little. ‘You…?’
‘Yeah,’ Yoongi says with a shrug. ‘You’re also super cute and make me laugh. With my brains and you’re adorableness we’ll make quite the pair.’
‘I’ve got brains,’ Namjoon says.
‘Even better,’ Yoongi grins, his gums on display as he smiles and, yeah, okay, Min Yoongi kinda delivers on the cute front as well. ‘Come on, Kim. We can discuss our evil plan over ice cream.’
What a fucker. A cute fucker, but a fucker nonetheless. Namjoon forces his expression into one of pure exasperation. Slumps his shoulders.
‘Alright fine,’ Namjoon says. ‘But we’re doing it at mine, I don’t know you, you could be a psycho for all I know.’
‘Fair call,’ Yoongi says, he cocks his head forward. ‘Lead the way then, cutie.’
Namjoon stamps down on the second thoughts he has about this, and walks off with Yoongi in tow.
➵ Prompt: Church Sex
↪ content: anal fingering, semi-public, anal sex, riding, religious themes
➵ Word Count: 2,560 words
The door clicked shut on the other side of the barrier. Yoongi heard the resounding snap echo through the empty space. There was some rustling before the noise faded away, bathing the booth in silence. Yoongi couldn’t see the priest, nor was the priest able to see him. The screen between them was thick enough to maintain anonymity which was important in situations like these.
It felt tight and stuffy, the air seeming to tighten its hold around his lungs. However, what Yoongi was more concerned about was perhaps the hand that was slowly sliding up his bare thigh, brushing over the hem of his white shirt and eliciting a delicious shiver out of him. Namjoon propped his chin up on the older boy’s shoulder, humming quietly. His voice only reached Yoongi’s ears, barely above a whisper that tickled the skin of his neck. "Go on, Yoongi, time to confess your sins."
Yoongi could only swallow the clog in his throat, feeling his breath hiccup in his chest as he attempted to keep his reactions in check. "Father," he began just as Namjoon's hand slid up again to stroke the insides of his thigh, touching the smooth, soft skin and relishing in Yoongi's provoked shivers.
"Go on," Namjoon murmured again. His breath was hot against Yoongi's ear, a reminder that he was still there and would always be.
Closing his eyes, Yoongi gulped again as he started again. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned." He paused, biting on his bottom lip as Namjoon cupped his balls. Yoongi wanted to scream. He was so, so painfully hard. Namjoon had stimulated him so much earlier, had teased him endlessly to the verge of tears and left him pleading for more. However, the priest had entered before they could finish and Yoongi was left to his own devices. "I-it has been two months since my last—" Namjoon's hand tightened, Yoongi choked "—my last confession."
The priest said nothing, awaiting for Yoongi's next words, which were supposed to be an admittance of all of his sins. Though, that might take a while considering he was more than mildly distracted by the warmth radiating from Namjoon's palm unto his skin. It felt like it was searing fire straight through his flesh, burning with the energy of a thousand suns. Yoongi's cock twitched in Namjoon's hand as he bit back a whimper, nudging forward so Namjoon could keep working on it. Instead, the younger only gave him a quick squeeze. "Come on, Yoongi-hyung, you can't keep Father waiting. The Lord is busy after all."
Whatever the priest had to deal with, it surely couldn't be as miserable as the torture Yoongi was undergoing at that moment. He regained his composure, taking another deep inhale before continuing, "Since then, I have committed mortal sins. I accuse myself of the following sins," Yoongi sank his teeth into his tongue to stop the moan from escaping when Namjoon bounced him a little on his lap. He prattled off a few that he could name when searching through his mind for the right words to say, but he could barely process any of it when Namjoon was still toying with his skin.
Fuck, the sensations, the nudging on his ass and the feeling of his cock bouncing in Namjoon's hand were enough to have Yoongi throwing his head back, pressing the side of his face against Namjoon's. The younger peppered his bare neck with kisses. His partly unbuttoned shirt was holding on for dear life off his shoulders, dangling haphazardly around his body. Namjoon proceeded to bob his knees, causing Yoongi to shift on his thighs. The tall man's leg dug into his ass where it was settled, the tent in his pants a good sign of how hard Namjoon was.
Namjoon ran his fingers through Yoongi's hair and tugged back, nipping the boy's ear swiftly. "You're being awfully slow, Yoongi. You know Father has no time for this."
Yoongi slammed his eyes shut and nodded quietly. "Admitting one's sin to oneself is far from easy, Father. It had taken me some time to grow accustomed to the truth that I have gone against our Lord's wishes," Yoongi whispered, trying to keep his voice as low as possible to hide his pained whimpers as Namjoon began to stroke his cock. His long fingers wound around his shaft, moving up and down with his spit on his palm. Namjoon used his fingers then and flicked his wrist faster, pressing tighter around the sensitive length. Yoongi gritted his teeth, "I have been thinking of another, Father, another of my kind. Although the Lord has taught us through you time and time again of the wrongfulness of such attraction, I can't help but find myself falling into temptation each time."
It was difficult—it was becoming increasingly, ridiculously difficult to keep his libido stable when Namjoon's fingers were doing wonders on his dick. His fingers expertly twirled around the hardened member, his thumb digging into the slit and seeming to peel open his opening. His other hand roamed carelessly to fondle his balls and caress them in his palms. Yoongi could feel everything. The booth's suffocating space contributing to the lack of oxygen that was unable to fill his lungs.
"Will you specify your temptation, child? To confess your sins means to admit all your doings," the priest finally spoke, his voice soft and gentle. His words, kind. Words Yoongi certainly didn't deserve considering his state at that moment.
"I have been involved with another man," Yoongi confessed, and this was true. "We have a mutual understanding of our attraction and we have, unfortunately, acted upon it."
He heard Namjoon snort softly in his ear. "Unfortunately," he echoed mockingly.
Yoongi jabbed his chest with his elbow, which earned him another cock squeeze from the man. Wincing, he continued, praying that the little squeak that he had let escape hadn't been caught by the priest. "We've done things…" His sentence faded when Namjoon's wet fingers, he guessed with lube, was beginning to prod at his entrance. Yoongi's lips trembled as he felt one slick digit slide inside of him, curling in the thick ring of muscle. God, it was amazing to finally have some friction inside of him.
But the priest was not pleased, instead pressing further, "My child, elaborate your sins further."
"I've—I've lain with him, have lain with another man. We've worshipped each other's bodies and rid ourselves of our purity," Yoongi gasped a little when Namjoon pushed another finger in and nudged him forward just a little. With his hands pressed up against the walls of the booth, he had his ass up towards Namjoon, exposed and open for the taking. The younger, of course, wasted no time before he was fingering the daylights out of Yoongi. His long, long fingers twisted and spread inside of him, stretching him open. Yoongi could only hope that the lewd squelches didn't carry to the other side of the confessional.
Namjoon's hand grabbed onto his ass, pushing it apart so he could see how Yoongi's rim enveloped his fingers nicely, circling tightly around the constantly moving digits. He let out a pleased noise when Yoongi jerked forward, Namjoon having touched a particularly sensitive spot. The tip of his fingers kept rubbing on the prostate, stroking the tissue until Yoongi's thin legs were quivering.
"He's… he's a beautiful man, a son of God truly. We both are. But perhaps we have fallen too far into our temptations and sins to be redeemed from them," Yoongi professed with honesty dripping in his voice. He could hear some of his desperation leak into his tone. "The two of us believe in the Lord and His words, believe that He is our savior and messiah."
Namjoon tugged him back again, slower this time, and Yoongi found out why when he could feel a thicker poking on his opening. Looking over his shoulder, he could see the smug smirk Namjoon had playing on his lips. The smile of the devil, some might say. This wasn't the first time the younger had messed around the church—perhaps Catholic boarding school had certainly done a number on him.
A number in which Yoongi took pleasure in as Namjoon slowly inched himself inside of the older boy. His hands grasped Yoongi's small waist as the boy cautiously sank down on the thick length, the girth that pried open his entrance forcefully. His ass was stinging with how big and thick Namjoon was inside of him, but it was the kind of pain that sent delicious jolts of electricity coursing through his veins. He swallowed back a groan and nearly creamed himself when he finally bottomed out.
"Go on, Yoongi, tell Father everything we did, tell him how I fucked your ass open in detention, how you tasted my cock in the back of the chapel," Namjoon grinned, his teeth sliding along his skin, nibbling and tasting the soft flesh. "God, I remember how fucking sweet you were. I could listen to you beg for me to come down your throat for hours. Do you remember swallowing my come, Yoongi?"
Yoongi barely managed to suppress a whimper as Namjoon nudged his cock deeper into him, the tip of it seeming to reach the deepest part of the tunnel.
"Bounce on my cock, baby," Namjoon muttered, tugging him back so Yoongi could lean against him. "I want to see that pretty ass bounce on my cock, see your little cock flailing around."
The elder mumbled something incoherent and lifted his hips up before dropping back down, letting Namjoon's cock fuck deep inside of him. The movement pulled a moan from deep in his throat and he froze for a second, wondering if the priest had heard him.
"That's right, show Father how good you take cock, baby. You open your legs for anyone, don't you? I bet you'd let the boys take turns fucking your hole open and coming inside of you," Namjoon growled, sinking his fingers deeper into Yoongi's hips. Yoongi held back his cries, the pricking of Namjoon's nails on his skin surely leaving marks.
"Is there more you'd like to confess, child?" the priest asked, seeming completely oblivious to the fact that Yoongi was silently blabbering his agreement to whatever Namjoon was saying, to the fact that Yoongi was taking Namjoon's cock "like the good bitch that he was."
Namjoon gave his ass a little slap, just enough to surprise Yoongi and drag another shocked groan from his lips. "Tell him, Yoongi, tell him everything we've done."
Yoongi was still riding Namjoon's cock, the length sliding deeper inside of him each time and he hadn't known that that was even possible. It felt incredible, every stroke seemed to ignite up a resistance inside his belly, a flame burning hot lighting his entire being on fire. "I've—We've touched each other in inappropriate places, Father, holy places. Forgive me, Father, for I am aware of the sanctity of those rooms, yet I have defiled them with my immorality."
"Good boy," Namjoon snarled in his ear, yanking his hair back again. Yoongi's scalp ached with the movement but he could feel his cock throb even harder with it. "Tell him how sorry you are, or better yet, tell him how much you fucking enjoyed christening all those rooms."
"N-Namjoon," Yoongi whispered over his shoulder, eyes wide with panic, "please, I can't. I can't take it any longer."
"Then apologize to our Father and Lord, Yoongi. You're not allowed to come until you're absolved of your sins, that would be too impure of you," Namjoon purred delightedly, obviously taking pleasure in the conflict flickering through Yoongi's eyes.
Holding back the profanities and blasphemy towards Namjoon, Yoongi glanced up at the dark ceiling of the stall in search for help and patience. He took a deep breath and went on, "I apologize, Father, for all I have sinned for. I have tainted my own spirituality and have acted against our heavenly father's words."
"Our Father is merciful, dear child, He does not hold onto vendettas or any of your wrongdoings for all of eternity. As you seek absolution from the church, you may pray to our Father to cleanse you of your sins. Despite it being so, the promise to uphold God's words must be kept and your sins thus far may be removed," the priest recited as if he had memorized this by heart. "You may ask for our heavenly father for forgiveness."
Yoongi inhaled a shaky breath, his hips stuttering with the movement.
"Oh my God," he said, more for the fact that Namjoon just raised his hips the same time he sat down on his cock rather than his calling for God, "I apologize for all my sins for I have offended you and your teachings. You are my priority, the one I should love above all. Please allow me to atone for my immorality, to improve myself, and to eschew all that may lead me back into temptation. Amen."
Namjoon grabbed Yoongi's hips harshly, pounding into him every time Yoongi sank down on his cock. The pleasure built up inside of him like vines that coiled around his gut and twisted around his heart. He could feel every touch of Namjoon's surrounding him, his scent overwhelming his senses and the pain that ricocheted through him through his hands.
"God bless you," the priest said, "go in peace, child, and sin no more."
Yoongi made no promises.
"Make the cross, Yoongi," Namjoon grunted, thrusting into him again and again. "Do it."
With trembling fingers, he motioned the cross from his forehead and across his chest. He felt filthy and sinful, absolutely stained with all of his wrongdoings. He surely was going to hell for this but the way to hell seemed sweet if Namjoon were to hold his cock and stroke it like the way he was doing then. Yoongi's cock thumped against his stomach before white strings spurted out from the tip, coating his body and his and Namjoon's legs with the thick semen. Namjoon slapped his hand over Yoongi's mouth as the boy came with an audible, muffled moan. His entire body was still quaking with the force of his orgasm when Namjoon followed after, the warmth of his come coating the insides of his ass and leaking from where they were joined. Even the thickness of the younger's cock couldn't hold in the liquid oozing down the insides of his thighs.
"That's a good boy," Namjoon smiled.
The elder panted quietly, slowly regaining his breath as he struggled back to fix his appearance. He yanked on his pants and buttoned up his shirt before stumbling out of the booth. The air was fresh outside, unlike the humidity and the unmistakeable aroma of sex that had diffused through the air of the confessional. Namjoon slid out of the confessional afterwards, giving his ass one last pat before walking on his merry way back to the dorms.
Yoongi walked to the pew and kneeled, looking up at the figure of his salvation up on the cross. And, as much as he would like to pray earnestly to God for his sins, the only thing he could feel was Namjoon's come still dribbling out of his hole.
No one expected or wanted this but I figured I’d post a little of what I’m working on anyway.
In which Namjoon shows a little compassion to a hybrid that never expected it.
Above his head, the darkened sky rumbles, and Namjoon sighs as a singular raindrop manages to fall directly onto his nose, causing him to jump. He wipes at it as he continues walking, umbrella nowhere to be found—mostly because he’d forgotten to check the weather forecast this morning, and had therefore not even thought to grab one.
But maybe today he’ll get lucky. His apartment building is at the end of this block, and all he needs to do is make it inside before the sky opens up and rains buckets all over the partially written thesis paper in his backpack.
So, Namjoon picks up his pace a little, another fat raindrop plopping against the crown of his head. Lightning flashes somewhere behind him, and Namjoon gets distracted by the way the light reflects off the buildings, nearly toppling over his own feet.
Thankfully, he reaches the perimeter of his building just as the rain begins. The door is in sight, and yet—
A flash of black hair catches Namjoon’s eye, and his quick strides falter as his attention turns down the alleyway that separates his apartment building from the business next door.
Digging through the dumpster is a shorter male with messy black hair. His worn black shirt is tattered, ripped at the seam, and a pair of dark gray sweatpants hug his hips, pooling around his ankles and partially covering his bare feet.
He must sense Namjoon’s stare, because the two furry ears atop his head perk up, and his head jolts in Namjoon’s direction. Immediately the hybrid’s dark eyes narrow when he catches Namjoon openly gawking, and Namjoon quickly tries to control himself, regret pricking in his chest.
He wasn’t trying to offend the guy or anything. It’s just that…Namjoon doesn’t see stray hybrids too often. And none around here.
At that moment, lightning crashes overhead, and the resulting boom of thunder causes Namjoon’s heart to hammer against his ribs. In the alley, the male hybrid snaps his attention to the sky, chestnut eyes wide and ears frantically twitching around.
For a second, Namjoon swears that the dark haired male looks a little scared, but as soon as the fear appears it’s gone—the hybrid’s shoulders pinching together tensely as he sends another glower in Namjoon’s direction.
Namjoon blinks, holding his hands up defensively, and the other male makes a small disgruntled noise as he returns to rummaging through the dumpster. It’s at that moment that the sky opens up, and Namjoon turns, heading into the building and swearing that he hears a little “fuck you” in his wake.
After entering the pea-sized lobby, Namjoon treks up three flights to his floor. By now he can hear the rain pouring against the building, and his mind immediately turns back to the hybrid in the alley. The hybrid that seemed, from his clothing and bin diving, to be homeless.
Namjoon frowns, fiddling with his keys as he stands in front of his apartment door.
Fuck, he must’ve been soaking out there…
Kicking his door open, Namjoon drops his bag against the wall and goes to kick his shoes off, and then pauses. He stares at the wooden floor at his feet, lips pressing together as his eyes shift over to look at the umbrella leaning against the wall where he’d last left it.
It only takes one more crash of thunder to start him in action as he grabs the umbrella and turns right back around. He doesn’t even bother locking his door, instead hurrying back down the stairs and exiting through the building’s lobby.
As he steps outside, Namjoon opens the umbrella, but of course manages to step directly into a path of puddles as he makes his way back to the alley. And, sure enough, body curled into a ball, back pressing against the cold, damp brick a few feet from the dumpster is the hybrid. His forehead is resting against his knees, shielding his face from view, but as soon as Namjoon reaches out and holds the umbrella over him, he glances up.
His ears perk up from where they’d been flattened against his skull, and with large eyes he looks up, clearly caught off guard when he sees Namjoon’s friendly smile.
He had told the guy to fuck off a minute ago, but now he’s back with an umbrella, shielding him from the rain and not seeming to care that his shoulder is getting wet. What…what in the—
“You wanna come inside? I’m sure it’s not exactly pleasant out here.”
“I don’t need your pity,” the hybrid mumbles indignantly, though Namjoon can see that he’s not as defensive as he had been a minute ago. Likely due to the storm still raging around them, and the fact that he’s shaking in his boots. Every inch of him is soaked.
“I wouldn’t call it pity,” Namjoon shrugs. “I’m just trying to be nice. I have no problem giving you a place to stay to get out of this storm.”
At that moment, thunder booms, startling them both, and Namjoon reaches down, grabbing the hybrid’s wrist. Immediately the other male recoils, trying to tug his hand back, and Namjoon keeps his grip loose but doesn’t let go.
“What’s your name?”
The hybrid blinks. “…what?”
“What’s your name? I know you gotta have one.”
The black haired male seems to struggle with himself—either caught off guard by the question, still trying to reject his help, or maybe both—but either way after a few seconds he finally mumbles—
“…Yoongi…”
“Yoongi? Well then,” Namjoon tugs on his wrist, and with little resistance Yoongi stands to his feet. Happy to see that he’s been granted at least a small amount of trust, Namjoon beams a smile, and Yoongi stares at the dimples that appear on his cheeks.
“My name is Namjoon. Now let’s get the fuck out of this storm.”
Let me know if you think I should continue this ^^
This is for the person who messaged me and requested this, and who wants to stay anonymous. I hope you enjoy. :) I'm bisexual so I understand the pain of not being accepted and it's nice to remember that there is someone out there who will love you no matter what.
Yoongi could feel the heat rising between them as Namjoon's hands traveled down his chest, hips, and stops at his thighs to pull his legs apart. Yoongi pushes him back. "Stop." He says ad Namjoon sighs as he pulls back and sits on the bed.
"Yoongi," Namjoon says as he looks down at his hands. "I'm never going to force anyone to do something that they don't want to, but... The least you can do is tell me why? Why don't you want to have sex? Why do you tempt and tease me like this? If you don't want to anything sexual then you can just say so."
Yoongi knew that his coming. He wants Namjoon, he wants to please him, but...
"I do want to have sex with you," Yoongi says quietly. "Just... not like this..."
"Like what?" Namjoon asks.
"I'm not comfortable with you seeing me naked," Yoongi says so quietly, he's almost whispering.
"Are you saying that you're not ready for sex?" Namjoon asks gently. "I understand if you are."
"It's not that..." Yoongi says and takes a deep breath. "I don't want to be... in this body... I'd rather have a girl's..."
Namjoon looks at him and Yoongi doesn't dare bring his head up as he lets the tears fall from his eyes. "You can go if you want..."he mumbles. "You can hate me now..."
Namjoon leans over and lifts Yoongi's head up. "I don't hate you," he whispers. "I still love you, and I'll support you no matter what. If you're really sure-"
"I am," Yoongi whispers. Namjoon smiles and kisses him softly.
"Is there anything I can do for my girlfriend~?" Namjoon asks and Yoongi giggles.
"You can kiss me again," Yoongi says and Namjoon kisses him again.
22. two miserable people meeting at a wedding au + Namgi
Yoongi would honestly rather be anywhere right now. He’s been absentmindedly stabbing his piece of cake for the past 10 minutes, and he has absolutely no intention of eating it at any point. He’s bored out of his mind and he’s most definitely judging himself for deciding to go to this stupid wedding, when he knows he hates social events. And most of all weddings.
As he sits there, wallowing in his own misery, someone approaches the round, overly decorated table. He sits down next to Yoongi, and Yoongi shoots him a mean side-eye because literally every seat is available, so why’d he have to sit next to him?
“Hey,” the stranger says.
Yoongi is kind of baffled. But most of all he’s dreading the impending conversation, because he’s really not in the mood for social interaction right now.
“Hey,” he answers and he tries his best to convey an aura that says leave me the fuck alone. Apparently it doesn’t work.
“Wedding sucks, huh?”
Now this gets his attention, because yes, weddings do suck. But he was kind of assuming he was the only person at the event not really having a good time. He’s intrigued to say the least.
“I mean for me, yeah, they suck. But why on earth would you think wedding sucks?” he asks.
“I don’t know, man. I’m not really fond of the whole social construct that people have to get married to truly show their love. It seems very superficial to me and so the whole event seems sort of fake and I can’t really enjoy that personally. Although I’m sure the actual wedding party is happy they got married.”
Yoongi supposes he can understand that, although it does sound mildly pretentious but who’s he to judge?
“What’s your name?”
“Namjoon, what’s yours?”
Yoongi picks up his place card, showing it off, “It’s Yoongi.”
“Well Yoongi, it’s nice to meet someone else who doesn’t feel quite at home at weddings.”
“Yeah, likewise.”
Even if Yoongi won’t admit it out loud, he feels the faint tug of a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. Seems like the night might just take a positive turn.
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