ot6/joon in which they're killing time on a flight by huddling around a tattered magazine they found, squinting at a page entitled: what type of kisser are you?
"jin-hyung, you first," jk insists, snatching the magazine out of jimin's hands.
touch-starved nj who has hidden his nature from his group, let them think he's the only non-hybrid. he's used to it โ or thinks he is, until jk picks him up for a laugh and he forgets how to think.
angst ร hurt/comfort
It's when the boys upload a photo together, without Namjoon, that sets it all off. The thought that they don't want him around anymore.
Namjoon leaves meeting after meeting later and later, only to find the guys have gone out or are halfway through a film.
๐ Kook really, really wants Joon to suck his cock.
Whenever Joon makes those cute "ohhh" sounds and curls his full lips into an o-shape, Kook can only think of holding his jaw and sliding his dick inside.
๐ OT7 AU where they all try to "secretly" make NJ lose control in varying degrees of inappropriate places
JK fingering NJ beneath a blanket on the sofa to try and rile him up until they can all tell he's fucked out. Of course, SJ has to one-up the maknae,
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his eyes sting and his body aches as he drags himself up to his studio.
today's just full of shitty news. the latest, from his /third/ meeting: the track sj and jk were working on together is getting dropped, and it's up to /him/ to deliver the news.
sends him sprinting to his room, spamming the door and locking it, and--
that's where he is now.
Hiding. In bed, under the covers, in the dark.
Wishing he had listened to the Namjoon from ten years ago who always told him to never open up.
shy underclassman jk who wears oversized hoodies with sweaterpaws, bending valedictorian nj over the lecturer's podium and fucking him 'til he's dripping come all over the floor
"well," hobi says, lifting the magazine with a crinkle that's too loud in the foreign atmosphere they've sewn, "'needy kisser' isn't on here, so joon may have to do the quiz after all."
"don't test me, jk, I could bench press you."
they laugh it off and tease him for it, but he feels jk's eyes on him all night, and nj can't forget the feeling of his hands on him.
subby alpha Kook who gets pouty and whiney when his roommate omega Joon smells too much like perfume and other people by the time he's home. Joon always indulges his huffy roommate and they end up cuddling under the guise of movie nights without heating in their apartment.
He makes a face, shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut.
Think about it tomorrow, Nแดแดแดแดแดษด, he tells himself. Tomorrow.
โGoodnight, Nแดแดแดแดแดษดโ echoes in his head one last time as he feels himself fall asleep.
Alpha Namjoon who gets absolutely scent-drunk on the others' aromas. It's partly instinct; partly placebo effect, but as soon as work is over and the blockers wear off, he loosens up and lets them manhandle him and gets giggly when they scent him.
Happy birthday,
@caliconamu
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๐ When Namjoon joins their friends-with-benefits arrangement, knowing he's an idiot because he's already in love with them, he tops exclusively. Tells them he's more comfortable with it, that he prefers being dominant too. Really, he's just scared he'll cry if he doesn't.
(he isn't awake to see yg's eyes on him. he isn't awake for yg tugging him out of the car, isn't awake for jk running down from their apartment to lift him up and carry him inside.)
"You don't sound so good."
Namjoon takes it โ and nearly drops it when his grip falters; Jungkook steadies him with his own hand wrapped around Namjoon's, holding the glass up to him.
Namjoon squirms. "I, uh โ I'm fine. Now," he squeaks out, cheeks prickling with heat.
"sleep, joon-ah," sj whispers, placing his hand next to nj's, their little fingers touching.
nj smiles, twining their little fingers together. sj takes the change to thread all of their fingers together, squeezing his hand.
"'night, hyungie."
sj gazes at him. "g'night, joon."
๐ CW / omegaverse
Single omega dad Nแดแดแดแดแดษด whose Alpha abandoned him shortly after he gave birth, so he gave up on his dreams to create a comfortable life for his twins.
It's their birthday soon, so he takes an extra job on a food cart at a concert, and spills ketchup onโ
When Jungkook realises how utterly dazed Namjoon gets when they make out, he finds a reason to do it as much as he can. He's desperate to see how it reduces his responsible, in-control hyung so glassy-eyed, flushed, and breathless.
everyone's laughing and having fun, but nj's so fixated on the feeling of jk's hands on his back and behind his knees, how he's not struggling at all to lift him and carry him. like nj isnโt tall and heavy and โ dangerous.
I cannot get that twt about younger top x older bottom our of my head, soโ
new recruit jk warming up jaded detective nj, making him smile for the first time in years, making everyone at the precinct realise they'd never heard nj laugh til jk joined.
"well," jimin says brightly, smacking his thighs, "only one way to find out."
"oh, right," jk says, scrambling to grab the magazine again. "question oneโ"
jimin grabs joon by the jaw and drags him into a kiss.
"yah, jk, I think you're making him shy โ he's gotten so quiet," jin says through chuckles.
and then everyone's attention shifts from making fun of jk to gauging nj's reaction.
immediately, he feels his cheeks burn; he reaches to cover the tell-tale red heat.
Seokjin, who has drilled it into himself that he has to be the mature one, the responsible one, since he's the oldest hyung of the group, just -- breaking down.
It's over nothing, ironically, after a month of stress and hate comments and embarrassing interviews.
joon huffs and shakes his head. "look, you're making him feel weird, justโ"
"soft," jk blurts, face burning. "can take charge, but... gets distracted without meaning to."
joon's jaw drops.
jin muffles a chuckle.
"he's so red!" tae cries, fluffy bear ears twitching.
nj's heart stops. is it too big a giveaway? do they know he's aโ
"jk-ah, put him down," yg says, exasperated.
"aw," jk whines, but easily agrees, gently easing nj to his feet.
ten minutes, six squabbles, and two spilt drinks later, their findings are as follows:
jin: the sensual kisser
yoongi: the versatile one
hobi: the domineering
jimin and tae: the tease
jk: the eager to please
after some much-deserved ribbing of jk's result,
but his knees buckle as soon as he's on the ground, and the boys all rush forward but jk catches him by the waist without preamble.
"careful, hyung โ you okay?"
nj leans back into the touch. jk's so warm, and so much bigger than he used to be that it would be so easy to just...
"nj-hyung?"
he tears himself out of jk's arms, feeling crowded, and sweeps his gaze across the room to gauge their reactions. but they're all a little fuzzy, and his thoughts keep cutting each other off, and he just barks a laugh and says,
There's a dull thump miles away from his ears.
Moments later, he realises he dropped his phone.
He stares at five of his six friends, who are wearing varying degrees of shock and confusion, before mechanically twisting to face Jungkook.
"Was... this a joke?"
Jungkook being in physical pain whenever Namjoon does something too cute.
"My tummy hurts," Namjoon mumbles quietly during a vlive, and Jungkook crumples because he used such a cute term for his stomach.
Jimin looks disgustedly at Jungkook whilst running Namjoon's tummy.
the quiz, untilโ
"last question," jk declares, "would you say you're a good kisser?"
jin pauses, eyes flickering over to joon, and then a soft, lopsided smile tugs at his lips. "I've been told I am," he says.
joon's ears tint red.
"The slut who was on his knees for me earlier wants to be a brat, does he?" He reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind Namjoon's ear โ then slides his hand around to grab a fistful and yank his head back. "Let's play then, Namjoon."
"needy," jin says immediately, staring across the table.
joon jerks his head up, glowering at him.
yoongi hums, eyes raking down and up joon's body, as if it helps him assess. then, with a little smirk, says, "I'm with hyung on this one."
"And, no, Namjoon-hyung and I aren't โ we're not."
Jungkook stares. "Do you wanna be?"
Which is how they decide to compete for Namjoon's affection, only for Namjoon to eventually ask: "Oh," looking crestfallen and befuddled, "you mean we're not in a poly relationship?"
Debut era touch-starved Namjoon who is immediately placated and docile when Yoongi just grabs his wrist or hand. They're in the middle of an argument when they're told they've gotta leave the rented studio for the next artists, and Joon just goes quiet when his hand is held.
jimin arches his brows, but his amused smile belies the action. "yah, I think we know jungkookie will be 'the selfish kisser'."
"and jiminie will be 'the kisser too shortly to reach his date'," jk fires back, elicting snickers from the others.
but Jungkook giggles and mumbles, "So cute," so it just wags faster.
Seokjin ruffles his freshly-dyed hair and he doesn't pay much attention to the movie; instead, he shuts his eyes, leans on Yoongi's shoulder, and listens to them talk until he falls asleep.
"prove it then, joon-ah," yoongi taunts, smirking crooked, and joon's glare darkens when it flashes over to him, like they've discussed this before.
"fine," he grits out, then leans over the table to grab yoongi by his collar, smashing their mouths together.
He bumps into a myriad of people on the way but canโt even force out apologies when his head is full of the loud POP of a not-broken disc and Jungkook saying โIt was a joke.โ
A joke.
Yeah, he thinks, stumbling into an elevator and crumpling to the floor. I guess I am.
"no offense, hyung," tae drawls with a grin, "but I feel like you're someone who'd crack a joke โ 'just to break the tension'."
jin rolls his eyes. "think what you want," he says, popping an earphone back in, "but I'm both hilarious and a good kisser."
jimin grins. "careful, hyung. looking a little... desperate, there."
jin shifts in his seat, crossing his legs. "like I said," he murmurs, earphones out now, "a needy kisser."
"I'm not needy," joon grunts, scowling, pulling away from jimin.
"bratโ"
"jin-hyung, question one: do you think you're a good kisser?"
jin, sighing, finally tugs out his earphones and shoots jk a long, tired stare. after a few tense moments, he asks, "what are we talking about?"
"he's not even been listening!" hobi squawks, laughing.
he looks... small.
"joon-ah, you've been a while, are youโ"
the doorknob twists and nj spins around, eyes impossibly wide, standing in front of his open doors in sj's cardigan, as sj freezes and meets his eyes.
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"and cut!" calls one of their camera women, flashing a thumbs-up. "great take, guys! take a break and we'll come back in ten."
before she's even finished speaking, jk has half-tackled jin into the massive pile of sand he'd been kicking any time he wasn't on camera.
"can you blame him?" yoongi deadpans, mask covering his eyes. "how old are you โ fourteen?"
"we were deprived of the last parts of our youths, let us have this," tae retorts, monotonous despite the words.
"fine, fine. ask me again," jin huffs, and they work their way through
"hyung, your ears are red," hobi teases, poking at one, and jin bats his hand away.
"annoying kids. test each other, why don't you?" yoongi rebukes, and several eyes zoom in on him.
"sounds like he's volunteering to me," tae hums.
someone gasps
and then silence fills the plane.
joon freezes against jimin, eyes wide as he stares at jimin's closed ones, body thrumming with toomuchenergy, coursing through his veins like electricity, as if he's a livewire about to combustโ
and then jimin is peeling away,
jimin traces the moment between them, lifting an eyebrow at joon, who carefully avoids his gaze.
"okay, hyung, according to korea's top teen magazine, you are... a sensual kisser."
a pause.
joon looks over at him and jk's eyes, already wide, somehow grow even bigger. "um," he breathes, flushing. "I-I don't..."
"we all know you've thought about it," tae adds helpfully, making him splutter.
Beta Namjoon who's accepted his subgender but feels like he'd bore any non-beta partners. Meanwhile, Alpha Taehyung and omega Jimin set out to /ruin/ him and make him their little pet cockslut.
I should've announced I was here."
"It's fine," Namjoon breathed quickly, cheeks flushed. "Sorry for being jumpy."
"That's not your fault," Hoseok insisted. "It's okay."
he elbows Taehyung in the abdomen and huffily stalks off, huffing, โIโm not something you can eat.โ
โThe bites say otherwise,โ Taehyung hums. โAlso, the bathroomโs the other way.โ
Namjoon makes a U-turn, cheeks red, while Taehyung laughs his way after him.
six pairs of eyes zone in on joon, who is about halfway to the plane's bathroom.
"oh no you don't," jimin tuts, sliding out of his seat to sidle up to joon. "you've been so quiet this whole time, hyung..." he wraps his fingers around his wrist and smiles, sweet and mean.
"really?" hobi blinks, then looks at joon. "I'd say calm. in control."
jimin tucks his chin into his palm, a slow smile tugging at his lips. "I'd say he's messy."
joon glares. "heyโ"
"don't be shy."
"here, sit with me, joon-ah," hobi says, tapping the seat. "I won't let them be mean to you."
tae snorts, and then joon is being ushered over to sit between hobi and jimin, feeling very trapped.
"HIM?" hobi snorts, and then jk and tae collapse into a fit of giggles, and jimin hides a smile behind his hand. he chances a glance at joon, who is conveniently distracted by his phone โ which is lacking service, up here.
yoongi yanks his mask off and squints through a glare.
Jungkook catches his eye as the melody begins drifting from the instruments behind BTS. Namjoon smiles, hopping from foot-to-foot, and Jungkook shoots him a wink just as Taehyung sings the first verse.
'God,' Namjoon thinks again, rooted to the spot, 'I'm absolutely fucked.'
nipping at joon's lower lip as fluttering his eyes open, then letting go and smirking.
"oh dear," he intones, patting joon's cheek. "it seems joonie is unresponsive. what's wrong, hyung? don't know howโ?"
the electricity in his veins zips up his spine and he lurches forward, determined to prove himself, and slots their lips together as he cradles the back of jimin's head.
jimin makes a small, surprised noise, then leans into it, licking into joon's mouth.
joon is their leader, so being a beta suits him; he's level-headed, he's almost impervious to pheromones and Alpha Orders...
but he finds it hard to hide how sensitive his nose is to their scents.
how he falls into subspace as easily as breathing.