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Namjoon was going to hell.
He was sure of it.
Well, he didn’t believe in hell but if it was real he would definitely be going there.
Not because he was gay (well, bi) if God were real he surely wouldn’t bother sending someone to hell for liking dick up their ass.
No, Namjoon was going to hell for a very different reason.
He had this… Addiction? Problem? Maybe both of those words were accurate because Namjoon was powering through Kleenex like it was nobody’s business and it was starting to become a genuine issue. Especially when he had to explain why he went through so many to his roommate, Hoseok, who found it absolutely hilarious.
Now, an addiction to jacking off? Totally normal.
An addiction to watching porn? It happens.
But the problem here was the porn Namjoon was watching, or rather reading, was not what everyone else was watching.
Hentai.
Fucking Hentai. Like he was a goddamn highschooler or something.
He was a grown man in his 20s for God’s sake.
And Namjoon had very specific tastes too; catboys, smaller than him and dressed in pretty outfits. It had gotten to the point where he couldn’t even hook up with real people. Yes, cat hybrids did exist but Namjoon was far too shy to talk to one despite his roommate being a dog hybrid himself.
Maybe it was the guilt. The thought that if he did approach a cat hybrid in real life they would be able to smell his weird kink (fetish?) on him and immediately chew his ass out for being disgusting, a pervert, and he would deserve it.
Or maybe it was because he would freeze up the moment a cat hybrid even breathed near him, he would flush and stutter, barely able to get out a coherent sentence because he was always so taken back by their beauty.
Which was how Namjoon ended up where he was now.
Hoseok had recommended this coffee shop that had just opened, raving about how good the coffee was to an almost weird extent but now Namjoon got it. He completely got it. Hoseok was torturing him because when Namjoon walked up the bar to order his coffee before heading to the studio to work on his current project, and try not to jerk off while he’s at it, he was greeted by the most beautiful cat hybrid he had ever seen in his life. He was sure he was going to pass away.
Yoongi, his badge said.
Yoongi with dark black hair, cat eyes peering through the dark strands and matching black ears perched on his head, twitching as the bell on the door rang to signal a customer leaving the shop. His lips were in a soft pout and Namjoon had never wanted to kiss someone so much in his entire life. Yoongi was shorter than him, having to crane his neck up ever so slightly to look up at him and Namjoon was sure he would be able to pick the cat hybrid up and pin him up against the wall with very little difficulty.
Fuck.
He really had to stop that line of thinking because he was already growing half-hard in his trousers.
Maybe this was hell after all.
“Hello? Are you okay?” Yoongi’s voice called out, his smooth voice snapping Namjoon away from his thoughts and splashing him with the reality that he was in the middle of a fucking coffee shop.
“Shit,” Namjoon responded before he could think, not missing the way the corner of the cat hybrid’s lips quirked up into a smirk like he could read Namjoon’s mind. Like he could smell it on him. “Sorry, I- uh iced Americano please,” he managed to get out, rubbing the back of his neck as he watched Yoongi nod slowly.
“For here or to go?” Yoongi asked, leaning against the counter, bending over just slightly and Namjoon could now see the hybrid’s fluffy black tail swaying behind him.
“To go,” Namjoon managed, voice tight, trying not to think about how pretty Yoongi would be bent over the bar of the coffee shop. God, now was not the time to think about eating a stranger out.
“A shame,” Yoongi responded sweetly as he pushed himself off of the bar and moved to grab a to go cup, writing the order down on it, “Name?” He asked, looking up at Namjoon with those sharp eyes again.
“N-Namjoon,” he managed to respond without choking on his spit, this Yoongi must know. How could he not know? He could probably smell his desperation on him.
“Okay, Namjoon-ssi, you can get your order at the end of the bar,” Yoongi responded sweetly, passing the to go cup over to a bunny hybrid with wide eyes and pink highlights in his hair. He was cute too, but not really Namjoon’s type, especially when he was so focused on Yoongi.
Fuck.
He was screwed.
-
Now, any self respecting human being would have just stopped going to that coffee shop. They probably would have avoided it at all cost, maybe even change their name and move to a different country.
Kim Namjoon did not have self respect.
He kept going to the coffee shop, probably even a worrying amount because he was drinking coffee far more in one day than he had probably done in his entire life. Not to mention his fucking jacking off habits had gotten worse. He was sure if he could he would have worn his dick down to a fucking nub.
Maybe Namjoon should feel guilty for the fact he was now exclusively jacking off to thoughts of Yoongi instead of the hentai he would normally use, but he was simply a weak man, and what the cat hybrid didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Right?
Plus, he was slowly getting used to being around Yoongi without coming in his pants like a teenager.
He had learned that Yoongi was a friend of Hoseok’s, that they had met through the bunny hybrid, Jungkook, and that the hybrid was older than him by a year.
“Just call me hyung, you don’t have to be so formal,” Yoongi had insisted after the sixth meeting, causing Namjoon’s heart to beat hard in his chest. He was well and truly fucked, and not in the way he wanted to be.
So, maybe things were okay now.
Right?
Wrong.
It was like any normal day for Namjoon. He woke up, jerked himself off while picturing Yoongi spread out on his bed, leaking slick all over the bed sheets and flushing pink all the way down to his chest, like always, before heading to the coffee shop before work. A good system.. No, Namjoon would argue it was a great system, because that meant that by the time he walked into the coffee shop he wouldn’t be as pent up and therefore could resist the urge to bend Yoongi over the next available surface.
That was until he spotted Yoongi behind the counter wearing a sweater that was almost see through, yellow and brown stripes barely covered his body and underneath he wore a black tank top. Namjoon could feel his cock giving a pathetic twitch in his boxers at the sight of Yoongi bent over the table talking to a customer, his tail swaying through his fitted black jeans.
Motherfucker.
Namjoon silently walked over to the bar where Jungkook was standing with a wide smile as he greeted the older happily, already writing down his usual order and being as polite as he could be despite the fact that Namjoon was two minutes away from exploding.
“Hey, Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi chimed from behind him, Namjoon stiffly turned his head to look at him, almost choking on his spit when he noticed the collar of the sweater sliding down over Yoongi’s shoulder. He felt like a fucking Victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time.
“Hyung,” Namjoon responded, his voice strained, “You look… Good today,” he complimented, trying to be as innocent as he could though the way Yoongi was looking at him was anything but innocent.
“You think so?” Yoongi responded sweetly, pushing himself away from the table and walking over to him with an almost predatory gleam in his eyes, “I thought you’d like it,” he teased and Namjoon wanted to die right there and then.
Yoongi knew. He had to know. He was making fun of him.
“I-” Namjoon choked out, looking down at Yoongi with wide eyes and a flush on his cheeks as he tried his best to fight off the humiliation, “I have to go,” He managed, gently nudging Yoongi with his shoulder to push him inside as he rushed out of the store with his metaphorical tail between his legs. He ignored the sound of Yoongi calling his name, tossing the full coffee into the bin before entering the company building.
It was ridiculous, he couldn’t believe he actually believed that Yoongi didn’t think he was a total creep.
Frustrated, he slammed his studio door behind himself and tossed his bag over onto the couch. Running a hand over his face, he sighed to himself and made his way over to his desk, practically throwing himself down on the chair with a groan.
This was so humiliating.
He wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball and disappear, but he had work to do, and his boss would kick his ass if he spent all day moping. With a few calming breaths, Namjoon managed to push the thoughts of Yoongi into the back of his mind and focus on his work.
This was fine.
Everything was fine.
-
It was getting late.
Namjoon should be heading home.
But going home would mean facing his problems, which was simply not an option.
Tiredly, he rubbed his eyes, looking at the clock.
10pm, he should have left an hour ago, he’d heard his phone buzzing with messages, probably from Hoseok until there was silence.
10 minutes passed.
Then 20.
Then there was a knock on the door.
Namjoon had assumed that it was Hoseok wondering why the hell he wasn’t home in time for their movie night, calling out for him to come in, that the door was unlocked as he kept his eyes on the monitor of his computer. He was typing away as he heard the door of the studio creek open and light footsteps as who he thought was Hoseok walked in.
“You know, it’s pretty late,” a voice that was not Hoseok commented.
Namjoon felt his blood run cold because that voice definitely belonged to one, Min Yoongi. How the fuck did he know Namjoon worked? Maybe he’d passed out on his desk and this was just a dream. That had to be it.
“Hoseok-ah told me where you work, I went over to your apartment after my shift ‘cause you ran away so suddenly but you never showed up,” Yoongi explained, Namjoon could hear him closing the door behind himself, and heard the tentative steps of the hybrid walking towards him. Part of him hoped that if he stayed still enough maybe Yoongi would think he wasn’t there.
“I wanted to apologise, I came onto you and I didn’t even consider the possibility that you could be straight I just thought.. I thought we had something going on. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable today,” Yoongi went on, sounding genuinely distressed.
Wait.
What the fuck?
“I’m not straight,” Namjoon responded quickly, turning around in his swivel chair and having to take a deep breath at the sight of Yoongi, still wearing that pretty sweater in the dim lights of his studio.
“Oh,” Yoongi responded, “So… Okay, you were just… It’s me then? That makes sense,” Yoongi murmured, suddenly oh so shy, all confidence he had that morning completely gone.
“I-It’s not you,” Namjoon responded, probably far to quickly again, “It’s me,” he murmured, wincing internally at how fucking cliche that sounded, but it was true. “I thought… I thought you were making fun of me.”
“Why would I be making fun of you?” Yoongi responded incredulously, his eyes wide and his tail swishing back and forth behind him.
“I dunno, because I’m a fuckin’ pervert,” Namjoon responded, running his hands over his face as he leaned his head back against his chair, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. “I thought you realised that I have this weird fuckin’ thing for cat hybrids and were gonna fuck with me then shame me for fetishising you or something. God, I’m so fuckin’ gross,” he rambled.
Yoongi stood there for a moment in silence, Namjoon couldn’t hear any movement and he was sure he was going to pass the fuck away from the sheer humiliation.
“So, you do want me?” Yoongi asked, breaking the silence and taking slow steps forward.
Namjoon felt his breath catch in his throat.
That was Yoongi’s fucking response?
What the hell?
Slowly, he moved his hands away from his face, looking up at Yoongi with furrowed brows.
“I... “ Namjoon choked out, watching as Yoongi slid up between his legs, feeling his tail brush up against his knee and almost whimpering at the contact. This couldn’t be real, this had to be a wet dream.
“Do you think I’m pretty, Joon-ah?” Yoongi asked softly, delicate hands reaching out to touch Namjoon’s chest, “‘Cause I think you’re really fuckin’ hot,” he purred, sliding down onto his knees in front of the younger, “Say stop and I’ll go,” he breathed out, looking up at Namjoon through his eyelashes and he was sure he was going to die right then and there.
“You’re so pretty, hyung,” Namjoon breathed out without a second thought, the sight of Yoongi there on his knees, ears twitching on top of his head and looking like he was straight out of Namjoon’s deepest fantasies. Hesitantly, he reached out to brush his fingers through Yoongi’s hair, gently running the pads of his fingers over one of his ears and relishing in the way he whimpered, pressing into the touch.
“Yeah?” Yoongi responded sweetly, trailing his hand over Namjoon’s crotch slowly and feeling that he was already half-hard just from seeing the hybrid on his knees in front of him. He would have been embarrassed if it wasn’t for the fact he was so fucking horny. “D’you wanna fuck my mouth, Joon-ah?” He purred, unbuttoning his jeans and zipper without even breaking eye contact.
“Fuck,” Namjoon choked out as Yoongi ran his lips over the head of his cock through his boxers, “Yeah, fuck yeah,” he managed to get out, fingers tangling in the hybrid’s hair as he tried so hard not to fuck up into his face, desperate for something, anything, needing friction.
Apparently, that was all the permission Yoongi needed because seconds later, he was tugging down Namjoon’s jeans and boxers down in one swift move. “Fuck, you’re big,” he breathed out at the sight and it took everything in him not to come all over the hybrid’s face when he licked his lips, looking at Namjoon’s cock like he was going to worship it.
Before Namjoon could even open his mouth to respond, Yoongi was running his tongue over the head of his cock causing the younger to curse under his breath. He was sure things like this only happened in porn. As Yoongi ran his tongue up the underside of Namjoon’s cock, he slowly trailed his fingers up his thighs before gripping them, hard, and taking his cock into his mouth all the way down to the hilt in one fell swoop. Namjoon could feel himself in Yoongi’s throat and couldn’t help but let out a low groan, fingers tangling in the hybrid’s hair and practically shaking underneath him as he felt him moan around his length.
“Hyung,” Namjoon gasped out, looking down at Yoongi in awe and almost coming right then and there when the hybrid looked up at him through his eyelashes, mouth full of Namjoon’s cock. He looked like pure sin, like he walked straight out of Namjoon’s dreams. Licking his lips, he gave an experimental thrust, cursing breathlessly when Yoongi whimpered in response. His eyes fell shut once more, swallowing around Namjoon’s length.
That seemed to be all the encouragement he needed, carefully pulling Yoongi off of his cock by his hair and standing up from his chair and huffing out a laugh when the hybrid let out a pathetic whine at the feeling of being empty again.
“‘S okay, kitten, I’ve got you,” he breathed out, watching as Yoongi sat there on his knees, drool sliding down his chin with his mouth open, waiting eagerly for Namjoon to just give him what he came for.
And who was Namjoon to deny him what he was clearly so desperate for?
Carefully, he pressed back into the wet heat of Yoongi’s mouth and watched in amazement as he took his cock back down his throat without even gagging around it. “Fuck, how do you do that?” He whispered breathlessly, swallowing hard before slowly starting to thrust his hips.
He started out with shallow thrusts, testing the waters to make sure he wasn’t hurting Yoongi or making him gag. When the only response he got was soft moans, muffled by his cock, he took it as encouragement. Slowly, Namjoon began to thrust with more confidence, his grip on the hybrid’s hair tightening as his hips snapped at a steady pace. He could feel the muscles of Yoongi’s throat constrict around his cock, his own head falling back in pleasure at the feeling.
He was close already, embarrassingly so, but he wanted this to last, wanting Yoongi to feel good too.
Just as he felt like he was about to come down Yoongi’s throat, he pulled out, almost coming on the hybrid’s face at the sight of his lips swollen, a string of saliva connecting from the head of his length to those plush pink lips as Yoongi looked at him with hooded eyes.
“Up,” Namjoon ordered breathlessly, tugging him up by his hair and smirking just slightly when he scrambled to stand up, “Bend over the desk, kitten.”
Yoongi licked his pretty lips and nodded ever so slightly, walking on shaky legs over to the desk and bending over obediently. Namjoon took a moment to admire the hybrid, his pretty tail swaying prettily and his ass looking amazing in his black jeans.
“Pretty kitty,” Namjoon praised softly as he walked over, stroking his hands slowly up the backs of Yoongi’s thighs before reaching his ass and squeezing. He revelled in the pretty whimper that escaped the hybrid. Everything about him was so pretty, Namjoon couldn’t believe he was real. He gave the waistband of Yoongi’s jeans a small tug, “Take them off for me,” he ordered, pulling back so he could get a good view of Yoongi stripping down.
Yoongi straightened his back as he unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down over his cute butt and revealing a pair of black lace panties stretched across his pert ass absolutely soaked in slick.
Shit.
His mouth was starting to water at the sight.
“Oh, baby,” Namjoon cooed softly, walking over to him and running his hand over the panties, cursing internally when he felt the wetness there, “You’re dripping,” he teased softly, slowly slipping the panties down over his ass as he licked his lips, arousal pooling in his abdomen when the hybrid let out an embarrassed whimper.
“It’s okay, kitten, I’ll take care of you,” he assured him, though there was a teasing lilt in his voice as he slid down onto his knees behind Yoongi, trailing his hands over Yoongi’s small waist and down to his ass, gripping his cheeks and spreading them to get a better look. He couldn’t help but moan at the sight of the hybrid’s pink hole clenching around nothing and absolutely dripping slick. He couldn’t help but lean in, running his tongue over his hole slowly and groaning softly. Yoongi tasted beyond amazing, like sweet cream and honey, and Namjoon wanted more.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he registered the soft sound of Yoongi’s breath hitching in the back of his throat. Namjoon felt the hybrid press back against his face, clearly asking for more and, God, he made a mental note to ask Yoongi to sit on his face someday. Hopefully soon. Fuck.
He pushed that thought back in favour of focusing on making Yoongi feel good now, sliding one of his hands up over the soft skin of his ass and towards his hip, gripping hard to keep him still before running his tongue over his hole again. This time he was more firm, allowing his tongue to press inside of him, groaning against him as he felt more slick drip out onto his tongue.
He took his time, slowly eating Yoongi out until he was trembling against the desk and letting out the sweetest moans and whimpers Namjoon had ever heard in his life.
“You like that, kitten?” Namjoon purred breathlessly as he pulled back for air, “Do you want more? You’ve gotta tell me sweetheart,” he teased, licking the excess slick off of his lips as his free hand moved over Yoongi’s ass so delicately before reaching his dripping hole. He teased the pads of his fingers over his entrance, watching as he strained against the hand gripping his hip, desperately trying to push back.
“Wan’... Fuck, need more, Joon-ah,” Yoongi responded, his voice was quiet and shy yet sounded so wrecked, “Please,” he whimpered, and who was Namjoon to deny such a pretty boy of something he wanted so desperately.
Easily, Namjoon pushed two of his fingers into Yoongi without any warning and reveled in the way the hybrid whined, arching his back so pretty.
“Taking my fingers so well, baby,” he praised, keeping them still for just a moment so Yoongi could get used to them before starting to thrust them at a slow and steady pace. He could feel his own cock dripping with pre-come at the sight infront of him, the way the hybrid seemed to be oh so sensitive and flushing pink everywhere. So pretty, so beautiful.
When Namjoon’s fingers brushed up against that sweet spot inside of the hybrid, he couldn’t help but curl them towards his prostate, pressing and watching the way Yoongi’s whole body shuddered in pleasure. He could see that the older was gripping at the desk so hard, his knuckles were white.
“A-Ah, fuck, m-more, please, Joon-ah,” Yoongi begged so sweetly, “I-Fuck, need more. Fuck me, you asshole,” he choked out and Namjoon could swear he heard a sob escape those soft pink lips.
“So demanding, hyung,” Namjoon mocked, still thrusting his fingers up against Yoongi’s prostate and occasionally scissoring his fingers, opening him up. He couldn’t deny he wanted to fuck him. He’d thought about it for so long, fantasised about this exact scenario, fuck he’d dreamt about this moment but he wanted it to last because he knew that the moment he gave in and fucked Yoongi he would come so fast. Then it would be over.
Fuck.
“N-Need it, th-though,” Yoongi whined back with a small sniff, “D-Don’t you wanna fu-fuck me, Joon-ah,” he retorted, like he was trying to tempt Namjoon and well, the younger was nothing if not weak. Especially for pretty cat hybrids. Especially for Yoongi.
“Fuck,” Namjoon managed through gritted teeth as he pulled his fingers out of Yoongi, the corner of his lips twitching into a smirk when the older whimpered at the loss, watching as more slick dripped from his hole. He stood up, trying to think of if he even had any condoms in his studio. It had been so long since he’d gotten laid and he never really fucked at work.
Fuck.
Before he could even panic about that, Yoongi was grabbing him, gently by the wrist and pulling him back over as if he was reading his mind.
“Don’t need ‘em,” the hybrid breathed out, “Wanna feel you,” he purred, his voice so sweet and Namjoon knew that this wasn’t the best idea but he trusted Yoongi and he knew that he was clean himself. He let his gaze trail over Yoongi’s small, pretty frame and the way he was still bent over the desk so beautiful and eager, obedient.
“Yeah?” Namjoon breathed out, looking into Yoongi’s hooded eyes as he stepped closer, as if he was being lured in. Like Yoongi was some kind of siren. Well, he honestly looked like he was going to eat Namjoon alive (and he might just let him). “Okay,” he managed to get out, his voice tight.
“Please,” Yoongi whispered softly, giving Namjoon a gentle tug, his lips in their signature pout. God, he wanted to kiss him so bad, but clearly the older was expecting something else. Something far better than a kiss.
Namjoon swallowed hard as he stood behind Yoongi once more, part of him wishing he could see the hybrid’s face while half of him was transfixed on his pretty, fluffy black tail that swayed at his lower back and his cute ass sticking up, so inviting.
Maybe next time he could fuck Yoongi on his back.
If there was a next time.
God, he hoped there would be.
He dug his teeth into the plush flesh of his bottom lip as he ran his cock over the obscene amount of slick dripping from Yoongi, getting himself nice and lubed up before teasing his hole with the head of his cock. He brought his hand back up to grip the hybrid’s hip, keeping him still and watching him shake with anticipation underneath him.
Fuck, Namjoon wasn’t going to last.
Slowly, carefully, he pressed into Yoongi, basking in the soft gasp that escaped his lips as his body opened up so well for Namjoon.
And, God, he felt amazing. Far better than Namjoon could’ve ever imagined. So pliant, so fucking wet and tight at the same time. He was ruined now, he was sure no one could ever compare to how amazing Yoongi felt.
As he bottomed out, he couldn’t help but let out a low moan. He was now draped over Yoongi’s smaller form, his chest pressed up against his back and his lips brushing over his neck, he could hear the soft whimpers escaping Yoongi who was practically vibrating underneath him.
“Okay?” Namjoon had to ask, his own voice sounding wrecked and he had hardly even started to fuck Yoongi. He stayed still, allowing him to adjust to the stretch and pressing slow open mouthed kisses over pale neck, occasionally nipping and sucking, feeling the hybrid slowly relax more underneath him.
“Y-You can mo-ove,” Yoongi choked out once was sure he was ready, hands still grasping at the desk, his head tilted to the side to allow Namjoon more access to his pretty neck.
Namjoon nodded against Yoongi’s neck, nuzzling his nose over one of the fresh bruises before pulling out of him almost all the way and pressing back inside. He felt his cock twitch inside the hybrid when he let out a loud, shameless moan at the feeling.
He kept his thrusts so slow, agonisingly so, wanting to draw things out and allowing himself to take pleasure in the way Yoongi was gasping and moaning underneath him, trying so hard to press back but straining against Namjoon’s hand.
Thrusting in deep, he heard a choked sob of a moan escape Yoongi and he smirked. He stilled for a moment, huffing out a small laugh when the hybrid whined before starting to roll his hips, pressing deep inside Yoongi with every movement and watching as his head fell forward in pleasure. He cursed under his breath, feeling his own orgasm start to creep up on him just from the high pitched whimpers that had started to spill from Yoongi’s lips.
He couldn’t come yet though, no, he wanted Yoongi to come first. So, he held back, pressing kisses over Yoongi’s shoulder and up to his neck once more, nipping at his pierced earlobes and moaning breathlessly.
“Want you to come for me, kitten, can you do that?” Namjoon whispered, voice low, in his ear as his movements grew harder, fingers digging into the flesh of Yoongi’s hip and he was surely going to leave bruises. When he only got a whimper in response, he gave a particularly hard thrust, “Use your words, baby,” he ordered.
“Ye-Yes, fuck, g’nna come, ple-please don’t stop,” Yoongi begged way faster than Namjoon would’ve thought. He must’ve been desperate and the fact that he was the cause was doing far more for Namjoon’s ego than he would like to admit.
If he wasn’t so desperate to come himself, he probably would’ve teased Yoongi for longer, edge him until he was crying and begging him between sobs to let him come.
Again, maybe another time.
Cursing under his breath, Namjoon started thrusting faster as he brought one of his hands away from Yoongi’s hip and wrapping his hand around his cock. He hadn’t managed to get a look at it before but he could feel, that was good enough for now. He could tell Yoongi was a little smaller than average but that was cute, his pretty little cock leaking pre-come all over Namjoon’s hand as he shook underneath him so desperate to come that it only took a few strokes before Yoongi was spilling all over his hand and the desk.
Namjoon couldn’t help but follow soon after, overwhelmed by the feeling of Yoongi clenching down on his cock and the fact that he had made the hybrid come. That had been him, he didn’t even have time to think about pulling out before he was thrusting in, balls deep and coming hard inside of him with a moan of Yoongi’s name on his lips.
Holy shit.
-
Once they had both calmed down Namjoon had never been so grateful for the amount of Kleenex he kept in his studio, using it to clean Yoongi up and helping him back into his clothes because he was so close to falling asleep. It was cute, it did something odd to Namjoon’s heart as he watched Yoongi curled up on the couch of his studio, tossing away the gross come covered Kleenex into the bin.
They would have to talk about this at some point.
But for now he wanted to cuddle.
Carefully, he moved Yoongi so he was sitting behind him with the hybrid between his legs, leaning back against his chest. Namjoon had one arm wrapped around his waist and brought the other to stroke through his hair softly, occasionally brushing his fingers over his ears and smiling softly as he heard the soft rumble of purrs coming from the older.
This was fine.
Everything was fine.
-
Once they had calmed down enough, Namjoon decided he should probably go home, finding out that Yoongi lived in the same direction he figured it only made sense he walked the hybrid home. It was awkward but they eventually got to talking about everything; about how Yoongi had been trying to flirt with him since the moment they met, how Yoongi had even tried to ask Namjoon out on dates but he must have been too focused on not acting like a creep that he didn’t even notice.
Turns out Yoongi didn’t even have a problem with Namjoon’s weird thing for cat hybrids, as long as he was the only one he thought about from now on, he had teased causing the younger to blush wildly. He was sure that wouldn’t be a problem at all; he’d only had eyes for Yoongi from the day they met. It was humiliating but true.
When they reached Yoongi’s apartment complex, Yoongi had been the one who took the initiative, just like in the studio. He pulled a pen, probably from working at the coffee shop, from his pocket and scribbled his number down on Namjoon’s arm. He sternly told him to text him, soon, before leaning up and kissing him, just a brief brush of their lips and before Namjoon could even react Yoongi was rushing into the apartment with his tail between his legs.
-
When he got back to his own apartment, Namjoon was relieved to see that the lights were still off. Hoseok had probably gone to bed.
Good.
With a sigh, he ran a hand over his face and turned the light on only to get the biggest fright of his life when he saw Hoseok sitting on the couch with a mug in his hand and a curious look on his face.
“Holy shit!” Namjoon managed to get out, clearly startled as he pressed his back up against the door, “How long have you been waiting there for?” He asked, breathless from the shock of it all.
Jesus Christ.
“So, Yoongi-hyung?” Hoseok responded simply, raising a brow at him as he took a long sip of his tea.
Shit. He probably reeked of the cat hybrid and there was no way a dog hybrid like Hoseok couldn’t smell that on him.
“He’s really good isn’t he?” Hoseok commented before Namjoon could even respond, “Sweet honey boy,” he chimed, licking his lips and holy fuck, what?
How did Hoseok know that?