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    “Fuck off, fag.”

    This time, Hoseok was prepared for it, but it didn’t change the fact that it hurt especially when it came from Yoongi, someone he had trusted his secrets with.

    “Tell you what. If you don’t take your medication, this fag will kiss you until you do. How about that?”

    Yoongi bared his teeth.

    “You’re not man enough to try that, Hoseok. Don’t make me laugh.”

    “I’ll kiss you with tongue.”

    Hoseok shook the bottle of pills in front of Yoongi again, and was not at all surprised when Yoongi smacked it out of his hand, sending the bottle flying across the room, rolling under Seokjin’s bed.

    He remembers taking a deep breath, because he had been trembling with frustration, grabbed Yoongi by the neck, thumbs pressed hard into that stubborn jaw, and kissed him, really, really hard.

    With tongue.

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    By the end, Yoongi's stomach is covered in splashes of white. He rolls his hips--once, twice--and Hoseok finally gives in and slides his fingers out of Yoongi's ass.

    "Pervert," Yoongi croaks, when he finally catches his breath.

    "Exhibitionist," Hoseok counters. He rubs his fingers slowly over the wet head of Yoongi's cock, and Yoongi's whole body jerks again.

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    "Is it okay?" Hoseok's palms slide on the sheets as he falls forward. "It isn't too much, is it?"

    "No," Yoongi says, rolling his hips experimentally. Hoseok can feel Yoongi clenching around him and then he can feel the way his body is now relaxing, opening up to the new sensations. It's a familiar pattern. Tense, release. Hold. Push deeper.

    Hoseok licks his lips and closes his eyes and tries not to come.

    "Hobi," Yoongi groans, tugging him closer, his hand twisted in Hoseok's hair. "Come on. Just let go. Please."

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    That’s why this is different. Familiar, too, the way Yoongi’s body vibrates with an adrenaline rush after a long performance. How he gets so fucking horny sometimes, like his brain doesn’t know what to do with all those endorphins hitting him at once. He can’t deny that he’s currently half-mast in his jeans—that he isn’t recalling the other times he and Namjoon have gotten one another off to relieve that tension.

    There’ve been at most five or six times he sought out Namjoon for this. No words exchanged except the language their eyes spoke, their mutual understanding that seems to subvert even the most subtle tells. Yoongi’s hand brushing over Namjoon’s bicep; Namjoon curling an arm around Yoongi’s middle under the guise of tugging him in for a group hug; the quirk of their lips, an unwavering stare.

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    Yoongi leans close, closer, their mouths nearly fucking touching. Namjoon’s fingers dig in-between the gaps of Yoongi’s ribs. “Suran can’t come,” he repeats, loud, breath ghosting over Namjoon’s skin, heavy with spicy whiskey and cigarette smoke. “Too late.”

    Namjoon leans even closer, and this time there’s no where else to go; their lips are officially touching. “Sucks,” Namjoon slurs. And before his useless fucking brain can decide what to do about this sudden development, Yoongi appears to have a better handle on reality than he does, because Yoongi’s kissing him, little puckers of his lips against Namjoon’s that would make smacking sounds if the club wasn’t so god damn loud.

    He lets Yoongi do it. The hand over Yoongi’s ribs rub down to his hips, then up again, over and over, unable to be seen since it’s happening underneath his jacket. Adrenaline and pure joy seems to be affecting both of them, not just Namjoon; they’ve never experienced this level of success in the past four years of building a cheap excuse of a career.

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    Namjoon and Yoongi's careers are taking off. They're so happy, they fuck.

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