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"joon-ah."
namjoon shifts on his seat and looks up to the sound of the voice.
"yoongi-hyung," he murmurs. "you're drunk."
drunk is an understatement. yoongi is staggering towards him, swaying with uncoordinated limbs. his hair is wildly disheveled, damp with sweat, and there's a huge purpley-red stain taking over the half of his shirt. someone had probably spilled a drink on him. maybe he had spilled a drink on himself. namjoon doesn't want to know.
yoongi is nearing the younger when he trips on his own feet, stumbles, and falls over namjoon. his face is pressed on namjoon's thighs, dangerously close to his groin.
"hyung," the younger calls out, but yoongi makes no attempt to move. namjoon shakes the older boy gently.
"joon-ah..." yoongi looks up at namjoon from his crotch. namjoon ignores the funny feeling pooling at his gut and shakes the inappropriate thoughts off.
"hyung, you're drunk," he repeats again.
yoongi seems like he's not going to move any time soon. "m'not," he grumbles.
"oh yeah? how many shots did you drink?"
the elder tilts his head and counts on his fingers. "five? w-wait–" a hiccup. "–i think it was six. n-no, 'm sure 'twas eight."
namjoon sighs. places his beer on the floor right beside the leg of the sofa. he leans down, hoisting the blond up by his armpits. namjoon makes yoongi plop down beside him on the conveniently placed couch at the corner of the fully-crowded room.
it isn't anything new, namjoon thinks. hoseok throws the best parties, after all. everyone pretty much knows the dancer, being the social butterfly he is. he had somehow roped the ever-workaholic min yoongi to show up to his party with the promise of quality booze.
and that's pretty much the reason why yoongi is wasted right now.
"scoot over," yoongi tells namjoon tiredly, prodding at the younger's thigh. namjoon does just that, settling himself at the very end of the sofa, propping his forearm against the armrest. yoongi then lies down sideways with his head on namjoon's thigh, taking up most of the space of the couch. the elder pushes his knees up to his chest, curling himself into a ball.
namjoon finds his hand on yoongi's hair, petting the blond strands fondly. he focuses on how rough yoongi's hair is – probably from all the dyeing and bleaching – instead of the loud repeating cheers of "body shots!" drowned out by the deafening electro-pop music. namjoon works his fingers on the blond's hair, untangling the twisted strands.
"feels good," yoongi drawls. "more."
the younger obliges. lets his fingernails run over the scalp of the elder. namjoon isn't sure if he's imagining it but he hears a faint sound from the blond. the younger's even surprised he can hear him despite of the raucous laughter from party-crazed people. he leans down and tips his head sideways to hear the elder better. when namjoon runs the pads of his fingers over the stray hairs behind yoongi's ear, the sounds gradually grow louder.
namjoon withdraws his hand. the sound stops. "hyung," he starts incredulously. "were you actually... moaning?"
yoongi glares up at him, eyes hooded. "did i tell you to stop?" he hisses and curls his fingers around namjoon's wrists, placing it on his hair once more.
"god, you're so demanding." namjoon resumes his petting on yoongi's hair, ignoring the elder's drool on his thigh slowly seeping through his pants.
after a moment, yoongi sits up and clambers over namjoon's lap. "joon-ah," he mumbles again, knees on either side of namjoon's thighs. his hands are clutching namjoon's shoulders, face lit up by the red neon lights flashing on and off and he's so close, too close for comfort that the younger can smell the faint traces of alcohol in his breath. namjoon just chooses to stare at yoongi's vulpine eyes instead of his plush, spit-slicked lips.
"you–" yoongi jabs a finger on namjoon's nose. he hiccups. "kiss me," he slurs, looking at the younger through his messy fringe.
namjoon gulps. "hyung, no." not when you're like this.
yoongi only stares at him, and there's something calculating in his eyes that namjoon can't explain. the former then clutches the hem of his own shirt, pulling the article over his head.
"hyung, no–" namjoon frantically stops yoongi, grabbing his hands and pulling his shirt down. "you can't strip," he chokes out. if someone catches them in this compromising position, one might think that the elder is putting on a show for namjoon.
"but it's hot," yoongi whines. "and my shirt is gross." he tries to remove his shirt again but namjoon is quick to grab his hands.
"you can take it off later. let's just–" namjoon exhales through his nose. "let's get you to bed."
he throws yoongi's arm over his shoulders and carries him to his feet. he and yoongi manoeuvre their way through the sweat-slicked bodies. yoongi's body keeps flinching as he hiccups every now and then. after a few minutes of searching, namjoon finds hoseok in the middle of the dance floor, roughly grinding on a wild taehyung.
namjoon does not hesitate to interrupt. "hoseok," he calls, tapping the boy on the shoulder.
"hmm?" hoseok turns around and his lips curl up to a smirk once he sees yoongi draping himself over namjoon. he tosses namjoon the guestroom key. "you two have a nice night!" he winks.
namjoon rolls his eyes but mouths a "thank you." to hoseok over his shoulder.
they manage to find the guestroom, and namjoon can't be more thankful. he opens the door with the key, turns the knob, and leads yoongi to the bed. he turns the lamp on and gapes when he's met with packets of lube and condoms on the bedside table. namjoon turns the lamp off without a second thought.
namjoon plops yoongi to the bed, pushing him gently so he can lie down. he places a pillow beside yoongi before turning back to leave.
a pale hand grasps onto namjoon's fingers. "don't go," yoongi says, voice barely above a whisper. namjoon stops for a moment and nods, opting to sit at the edge of the bed.
yoongi groans impatiently and tugs namjoon's wrist down so forcefully he faceplants to the bed. "you idiot." the elder then pats the space beside him. "beside me," he elaborates.
namjoon obliges and lies down on his back, sides brushing against yoongi. the latter repositions himself to his sides, throws an arm around namjoon's waist and burrows his face against the crevice between the neck and shoulder of the younger. "so warm," yoongi mumbles, his voice muffled.
namjoon closes his eyes, silently willing his heart to slow down.
they stayed like that for a moment.
"you awake, hyung?" namjoon asks, his voice echoing around the room. he feels the elder nod on his neck.
"it's hot," yoongi garbles. namjoon only hums in agreement. "it's hot," the elder repeats, tipping his head up, his lips brushing softly against the younger's jaw. "can i take off my shirt now?"
namjoon's tongue darts out to wet his chapped lips. "u-uhh," he sputters lamely.
yoongi doesn't wait for namjoon's reply. he gets up and removes his shirt teasingly, back arching as he pulls off the cotton material over his head, revealing a small, slender frame. namjoon can't help but marvel at how the expanse of yoongi's milky skin looks a lot more beautiful illuminated by the soft moonlight. yoongi catches him staring, and there's a glint present on the blond's eyes.
yoongi drops down to the bed on all fours, the mattress dipping as he stretches his body in a feline manner. he then crawls up to namjoon, straddling him. "why won't you kiss me?"
namjoon swallows the lump past his throat. he tries to ignore the way their crotches are pressed against each other.
"do you not like me, joon-ah?" the blond asks between hiccups, his lips settling into a pout. he rolls his hips down slightly, and namjoon bites his lip at the friction. yoongi leans in closer, and the younger can see every individual lashes on the lids of his eyes and the blotches of dark pink on his cheeks.
namjoon racks his brain, trying to find what he should say. "it's just..." he trails off. yoongi only tilts his head innocently. "you know what – aish! – i like you, hyung. really. but i'd rather take you up on that offer when you're sober."
"but," yoongi whines. "it's just a kiss."
namjoon brings his hand up to tuck a few strands of yoongi's hair behind his ear. "how about this," he says, pushing back the elder's damp fringe away from his forehead. "sleep for now. when we wake up tomorrow, ask for a kiss and i'll give it to you."
yoongi only stares at him. "kiss. now." he demands.
namjoon gives up, throwing his hands up. "alright, alright, fine," he relents. he places his palms on either side of yoongi's cheeks. yoongi's eyes flutter shut, his lips slowly parting. namjoon brings his lips to yoongi's forehead, pressing a chaste kiss.
yoongi opens his eyes slowly, furrowing his brows. "joon-ah, are you my grandma?"
namjoon squawks.
yoongi continues to murmur inaudibly under his breath until he trails off, suddenly collapsing on top of namjoon. his right cheek is squished against the younger's chest. namjoon then hears yoongi snore lightly, small puffs of breath escaping his lips. he smiles at the elder fondly, and makes no move to push yoongi away from him.
he'll just have to deal with whatever happens tomorrow.