new horizons

↳ a namkook au

namjoon is 100% dedicated to his extremely successful animal crossing island. his best friend, jungkook, is more interested in first person shooter games (and namjoon).

• will be nsfw
• idiots to lovers, pwp, getting together, animal crossing as a plot device
• aka What Would You Do For A Million Bells On Animal Crossing?

(inspired by this reddit post)

part one

"only five hundred bells? this is a fucking scam.”

eyebrows raised, namjoon looks up from his own switch to give his best friend a rather judgmental look.

“i told you the fruit from my island wasn’t gonna be worth /that/ much.”

jungkook pouts, setting his switch down on the ground before flopping back against the couch they’re both sitting on. kicking away the quilt they share, he tries to push his socked feet into namjoon’s lap, blocking his view of his own switch’s screen. namjoon shoves them away.

unphased, jungkook wiggles his feet under namjoon’s thigh instead and says, “how do you have so many bells if everything is so cheap, then?”

“well. i spend time doing a lot of little tasks every day, and then, gradually, it all builds up to a high value.”

jungkook looks at him blankly.

“that sounds so boring. i can’t believe you’ve managed to make even /video games/ boring, hyung.”

realizing that jungkook is not going to shut up any time soon, namjoon saves the game and turns off his switch with a sigh.

they’ve been sitting here in near silence for an hour. namjoon supposes that he knew this was coming eventually.

“it’s not boring,” he says calmly. “you’re just impatient because you’re used to games where you’re constantly murdering people.”

“i can be patient!” jungkook insists. “i just can also think of better ways to spend a thursday afternoon than walking around a virtual island shaking trees and hitting rocks with shovels. and it’s gonna take ages for me to reach a million bells at this rate.”

namjoon rolls his eyes. “what do you need a million bells for, anyway?”

“i want to buy the tiny crown, obviously,” jungkook tells him, petulant.

pouting, he crosses his arms over his chest. his brows are furrowed, tattooed biceps bulging beneath the short sleeves of his black shirt.

(not that namjoon is looking at his muscles, specifically, or anything like that.)

namjoon can’t help the snorting laugh that escapes him over the image of his bulky, inked-up best friend who had never quite entirely left his scene phase behind pouting at him over the tiny crown on animal crossing.

“stop laughing at me!” jungkook whines, pulling his feet free to gently kick at namjoon in retribution.

when namjoon only laughs harder, jungkook pulls one of namjoon’s throw pillows out from under him and throws it at namjoon’s face.

“i’m serious! obviously you don’t understand the struggle, since you already have millions of bells on that game.” jungkook glares. “millions. plural. you’re, like, the animal crossing bourgeois. redistribute your wealth, hyung.”

“to you? no, i don’t think i will.”

“hyung.” jungkook is pouting again, bottom lip poking out as he looks at namjoon with his massive eyes. “please? help a lowly peasant out.”

namjoon rolls his eyes and then pointedly keeps them averted, knowing exactly how weak he can be for jungkook’s puppy dog eyes under prolonged exposure. “just keep working at it, kook. wouldn’t buying the tiny crown feel better if you knew you /earned/ it?”

“no.”

“you’re impossible,” namjoon says, fond. “hand me my water bottle?”

jungkook grabs the knock-off hydroflask from the floor and tosses it to namjoon, who fumbles the catch and has to scramble to keep it from falling back to the floor. “please?” he repeats. “we can make a trade.”

“like what?”

jungkook shrugs. “i don’t know. i’ll pay the next time we get fried chicken?”

“not worth it,” namjoon replies, unscrewing the lid to his water and taking a drink.

“fine, i’ll suck your dick.”

namjoon chokes, narrowly avoiding spewing water out all over his lap. he leans forward and slips into a coughing fit, eyes watering as jungkook gives him a few helpful pounds against his back.

several moments later, namjoon turns to face the other man and wheezes, “pardon?”

“i said i’ll suck your dick,” jungkook says— making direct eye contact and sounding completely matter of fact, as if this is a completely normal escalation from paying for fried chicken. “if you give me a million bells, i’ll blow you.”

“you… cannot be serious.”

“why not? i’m good at it.”

“that’s.” namjoon suddenly finds himself imagining jungkook and his /skills/ a bit too clearly, and he starts violently shaking his head, as if to physically expel the wayward thoughts before they give him literal brain damage.

“i’m sure you are, but— kook, come on. you don’t want to. do that. not really.”

jungkook shrugs again, seemingly completely unbothered by the idea. “i wouldn’t mind, honestly.”

"right," namjoon says, and tries not to astral project.

it’s not like namjoon has never thought about it, is the thing.

they’ve known each other for a long time— since namjoon was starting his last year of university and was introduced to taehyung’s new, baby-faced roommate who was fresh from busan, not having any clue back then that he was meeting one of the closest friends of his lifetime.

namjoon is very queer, and jungkook is… attractive, objectively. hot, even, some might say.

/the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen,/ namjoon’s brain supplies, rather unhelpfully.

so yeah, namjoon has thought about it. he’s caught his mind wandering on late nights spent together binge watching anime, when jungkook has fallen asleep and namjoon can’t help but think about how much he likes the feeling of the younger boy’s warmth pressed against his side.

his eyes have lingered on jungkook’s lips, all red and puffy from the spicy noodles they were eating together, as namjoon tried not to imagine those same lips looking just as swollen because of something else entirely.

he’s shared a bed with jungkook and woken up with his unfortunate morning wood pressing into jungkook’s ass. he's let jungkook smack their lips together during a drunken game of spin the bottle with their friends.

on one very memorable occasion, he even helped an absolutely plastered jungkook force skin-tight leather pants down his thick thighs before bed while ignoring his own painful and shameful boner, only to be haunted by the memory all week.

all of this to say that namjoon has pretty much run the gambit of shameful, horny, jungkook-related thoughts in the past few years. so it’s possible that the idea of jungkook’s mouth on his dick has crossed namjoon’s mind before, in some of his less dignified moments.

that doesn’t mean that he ever, in his absolute wildest dreams, had imagined that there was even a slight possibility of it /actually/ happening.

“hyung?”

namjoon is jerked out of his own inner monologue, looking over to see that jungkook is pouting once again.

“you can say no if you want to, you know. you look like you’re panicking.”

“that’s not— i’m not panicking,” namjoon says, like a liar.

“okay,” jungkook says, very kindly pretending like he believes him. “so is that still a no then?”

“no,” namjoon says. “or, yes? i mean. no, i’m not saying no.”

jungkook smiles at him, somehow looking equal parts innocent and devilish. “so we have a deal?”

“yeah,” namjoon tells him, feeling very much like the character in a horror movie who asks what could possibly go wrong about thirty seconds before getting axe murdered. “we have a deal.”

is letting his best friend give him a blowjob a good idea? quite possibly not. does the fact that namjoon’s feelings for jungkook have surpassed what he’s supposed to feel for a platonic friend for a long time now make it an even worse idea? almost certainly.

it would be one thing if it was just the occasional horny thought about jungkook that namjoon was contending with, but it’s more than that.

namjoon catches himself doing things that are worse than just thirsting over his best friend— worse because they prove that namjoon’s feelings go much deeper than lust.

sometimes, when jungkook grabs his hand, namjoon feels something like butterflies in his stomach.

sometimes, when jungkook tells namjoon he looks good— even when it’s as simple as saying that namjoon looks good in his glasses, or that going to the gym together lately has really been paying off for him— namjoon’s heart skips a beat.

sometimes it hits him in moments that are entirely insignificant, and yet the sight of something like jungkook passed out on the couch or smiling widely at him from the other side of the room when they’re out with friends hits him so hard that, out of nowhere, his chest aches.

so, yeah. maybe this whole thing is a bad idea. maybe a one time hookup over something as silly as a video game is destined to fuck namjoon up a bit in the long run.

but is namjoon still going to take what he can get even if it ends up hurting him later? you bet he is.

despite his own acquiescence, namjoon is still surprised when jungkook moves off the couch and instantly drops to his knees before him.

“oh my god.”

jungkook tilts his head up toward him, eyebrows arched with amusement. he looks pretty, the late afternoon light from namjoon’s tiny window streaming over his face, slightly wavy bangs falling over his eyes as he gives namjoon a look as if to say, /is there a problem?/

“we’re, uh. we’re really doing this, huh?” namjoon says dumbly.

jungkook snorts. “that is what you agreed to, like, ten seconds ago, yes. seriously, hyung, if you’re not comfortable—”

“no,” namjoon cuts him off earnestly, shaking his head. “i’m fine, just… having an out of body experience, possibly.”

jungkook huffs out a laugh, shaking his head fondly.

“you’re such a nerd.”

namjoon opens his mouth to retort, only to fall silent when, suddenly, jungkook’s hands are brushing directly over his (humiliatingly, already half hard) dick, tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants.

“just relax, hyung,” jungkook says sweetly, looking up at him through his lashes. “i promise i’m gonna make you feel good.”

it feels a bit like being hit over the head with an anvil. sensitive as he is to all things jungkook, namjoon nearly moans right then and there.

"oh my god," he says instead, again. jungkook giggles.

he lets his legs spread as jungkook slips his hand into his boxers, wasting no time, his warm fingers wrapping around namjoon's dick and pulling it out of his pants.

namjoon just sits there, frozen, as jungkook slowly strokes him to full hardness. after a moment, jungkook’s breath hitches audibly.

“/wow./”

namjoon tears his eyes away from the ceiling— which he has been looking up at helplessly ever since jungkook first made contact with his dick— and looks down to see jungkook staring, wide-eyed, as he jacks him off.

"what?" namjoon says, feeling slightly self conscious.

jungkook tilts his head to the side before slowly looking up at him again, smirking a little now. “nothing. i just thought taehyung was exaggerating when he said you had a monster cock.”

“oh my /god/.”

“don’t worry, hyung,” jungkook teases. “i can handle it.”

namjoon exhales shakily, eyes screwing shut before he can get too worked up over the sight of jungkook looking so confident and mischievous between his legs.

eyes still closed, namjoon can feel warm, quick breaths against his skin. there’s a kitten lick against the head of his dick, so quick it’s almost nonexistent, but it still has namjoon sucking in a ragged breath.

“hyung,” jungkook says softly. “open your eyes.”

namjoon swallows hard, and then he obeys, blinking his eyes open to see jungkook looking up at him with an expression expression that’s more serious than he was expecting.

“i want you to look at me.”

something about the moment burns through namjoon. he opens his mouth to agree, to tell jungkook that he’ll do it, he’ll do whatever he asks— but then, all at once, jungkook is bending down to finally take namjoon into his mouth, and he finds himself moaning instead.

just like he was asked to, namjoon keeps his eyes fixed on jungkook as the other sinks his mouth down as far as he can, lips stretching obscenely around namjoon’s cock.

it’s an image namjoon has guiltily daydreamed about more times than he can count, but his imagination doesn’t even approach the real thing.

jungkook wasn’t lying— he’s good at this.

his mouth is absolutely sinful, swallowing namjoon down until he feels himself hit the back of jungkook’s throat and then letting out a pleased little hum that namjoon feels throughout his whole body.

he looks so pretty, too, cheeks flushed with effort as he bobs up and down. he pushes himself to take namjoon even deeper, throat constricting around namjoon’s length as he holds back an aborted gag.

namjoon, for his part, feels like he is hanging onto his sanity by a thread. his hands are fisted into the quilt, which is now tucked up awkwardly around his waist, and his mouth drops open with a shaky exhale as jungkook keeps swallowing around him.

“careful,” he manages to get out as jungkook half chokes again, apparently determined to fit namjoon’s entire length down his throat. “don’t push yourself too much—“

all at once, jungkook pulls off with a little pop so he can look up at namjoon again. his eyes are a little watery, and his voice is hoarse when he says, “don’t worry, hyung, i like it. you can fuck my throat if you want, actually.”

namjoon groans, dick twitching embarrassingly in jungkook’s hold. “you’re gonna /kill/ me.”

jungkook just huffs out a laugh and sinks back down.

if things move a bit quickly after that, namjoon doesn’t feel like he can be blamed.

after all, even if he’ll never admit it, namjoon has been fantasizing about this for literal years, and jungkook is absolutely merciless as he sucks namjoon off like it’s his job, or his favorite hobby, or a fucking /reward/.

he keeps pushing himself to deepthroat even though he can’t seem to stop his throat from tightening around namjoon’s cock every time in a way that must be uncomfortable for him, even if it is making namjoon go absolutely crazy.

it’s good. it’s /too/ good. namjoon is steadily losing his capacity for higher thought, his whole brain condensing into a pathetic, goopy mess of /hot wet tight jungkook jungkook jungkook jungkook/.

what little control he had over himself is slipping, and he finds himself giving into the urge to reach out with one hand and knot his fingers in jungkook’s hair, desperate for something to ground him.

when the younger boy gives an encouraging hum around him, sinking down far enough on namjoon’s cock that his nose brushes against his pelvis, namjoon takes that as permission to tug.

he doesn’t know what he was expecting, but he definitely wasn’t prepared for the loud, honest to god /whine/ that jungkook lets out.

“/fuck/,” namjoon breathes, experimentally pulling a bit harder at jungkook’s hair. the noise that jungkook makes then is absolutely desperate, and namjoon can see his hips kicking out against nothing as jungkook’s hands move to clutch at namjoon’s thighs.

he’s not going to last. not with the noises jungkook is making now, not with the way that jungkook seems to actually /enjoy/ this, the younger boy drooling and whining shamelessly as he swallows messily around namjoon’s length.

“kook,” namjoon says urgently, giving his hair a little warning tug. “jungkook, fuck, i’m so close, baby, i’m gonna—“

jungkook pulls back, gasping for air as he lets his tongue hang out of his mouth, the head of namjoon’s cock resting against it as jungkook strokes him urgently.

it’s too much. the sight of jungkook looking so wrecked— cheeks flushed, gaze desperate and glazed over as he stares back at namjoon— pushes him abruptly over the edge.

he cums, possibly harder than he ever has in his life, and jungkook swallows it all down eagerly, working namjoon through it with his hands until he’s squirming from overstimulation.

“holy shit,” namjoon says, out of breath and still half convinced that this has all been a very realistic wet dream. “oh my god.”

jungkook’s head rests against namjoon’s inner thigh now as he pants, still looking like an absolute mess.

“hyung,” he says, the word coming out like a whimper.

he looks so /needy/, staring up at namjoon with wide-eyed, wordless desperation, and namjoon’s reaction is immediate. he doesn’t even think about it as he fumbles to finally untangle himself from the quilt, tossing it aside as he reaches out.

“i’ve got you, kook, c’mere,” namjoon says quickly, tugging the younger boy up and into his lap. jungkook instantly grabs onto him, fingers digging almost painfully into namjoon’s shoulders as he drags him into a frantic kiss.

maybe it’s stupid, but even when namjoon agreed to the blowjob, he hadn’t been expecting this— hadn’t been expecting jungkook to want to /kiss/ him— and yet, the thought of pulling away never occurs to him. instead, his hands tightly grip jungkook’s hips, holding him steady.

it’s messy, and frenzied, and namjoon can taste himself on jungkook’s tongue as the other boy sloppily pushes it into his mouth.

jungkook is whining again, now, his hips grinding down against namjoon’s thigh automatically in a desperate search for friction before he seems to catch himself and stop.

“it’s okay,” namjoon mumbles, barely pulling away. jungkook trembles in his hold. “take what you need.”

jungkook makes a broken noise against namjoon’s mouth and starts eagerly grinding down again, hips thrusting with abandon as he gets himself off against namjoon’s thigh.

they’re not kissing so much as they’re breathing against each other now, their lips brushing together as jungkook lets out little pants and moans. namjoon tries to help him as much as he can, guiding him with his hands and pressing his thigh up against him for a better angle.

he can’t believe how worked up jungkook got just from sucking his dick, and even though he /just/ came, he finds himself dangerously close to getting hard again just thinking about it.

he can tell when jungkook is getting close, the boy’s moans turning into something closer to keening as the roll of his hips becomes jerky, his head falling down to rest against namjoon’s shoulder.

he tucks his face into namjoon’s neck, hips stilling for a moment before jerking forward again reflexively, and namjoon can feel his harsh, uneven exhales against his skin.

“hyung,” he says, sounding overwhelmed and maybe a little embarrassed. “hyung, m’gonna come if i don’t stop.”

namjoon’s hands squeeze reflexively at jungkook’s hips, lips pressing against the shell of his ear. “so come, baby, it’s okay.”

with that, jungkook moans and starts riding namjoon’s thigh in earnest.

even through their sweatpants, namjoon can feel how unbelievably hard jungkook is against him, and it doesn’t take long before the younger boy finally lets go, clinging to namjoon’s shoulders as he shakes through his orgasm.

in the aftermath, it’s dead silent between them, the only sound in the room the two boys’ quick breaths as the both start to come down from... whatever just happened.

the reality of the fact that namjoon and his best friend just got each other off in broad daylight over fucking animal crossing starts to sink in, and he feels like he should be panicking. and he will, later, probably, but for now— namjoon is absolutely wiped out.

jungkook doesn’t seem to be doing much better. he’s still slumped against namjoon, face hidden in namjoon’s shoulder.

“you okay?” namjoon asks, his hand moving hesitantly up and down jungkook’s back in an attempt at soothing.

jungkook hums, making no move to pull away. “i’m good,” he says, eyelashes tickling the skin of namjoon’s neck. “sleepy.”

namjoon huffs out a quiet laugh. “okay, well, you’re not falling asleep like this. i can feel your cum seeping onto my leg.”

finally, jungkook pulls back with a groan. “don’t be gross, hyung.”

“me?! it’s /your/ cum.”

jungkook swats half heartedly at namjoon’s chest before climbing off his lap. “shut up,” he says, but his face is bright red.

“it’s fine,” namjoon says. he suddenly realizes that his softening dick has been out this whole time, and he quickly moved to tuck it back in his pants, cringing with embarrassment. “just. maybe borrow some of my pants before you leave. or before you nap, i guess.”

jungkook laughs awkwardly. “yeah, that would be good, please.”

gently, namjoon nudges him. “c’mon, we should both get changed.”

they go together into namjoon’s bedroom and strip out of their pants self-consciously, side by side. namjoon gives jungkook a pair of his own boxers and some sweatpants, and they change in silence.

once they’re both in clean clothes, jungkook shifts his weight back and forth, suddenly seeming very unsure in comparison to the self-assured vixen he had been half an hour ago. “i can go now, if you want?”

namjoon frowns. “do want to go?”

“i didn’t mean it that way, just— if you want to nap, or something, i don’t know—“

namjoon feels oddly as if he just had a one night stand, as opposed to a (possibly slightly misguided) afternoon hookup with his best friend of four years.

“i’m not gonna kick you out, jungkook. we can nap together, if you want, or just... keep hanging out, i don’t care.”

jungkook chews his lip, before looking over at namjoon again with a little smile. “i’m /really/ sleepy, hyung.”

shoulders slumping a little with relief, namjoon smiles back. “nap time it is, then. c’mon.”

they climb onto namjoon’s bed together, shuffling under the blankets and lying down on their backs. slowly, they both drift off into sleep, shoulders touching, just like they have a million times before throughout their friendship.

when namjoon wakes up a few hours later, jungkook is already gone.

trying not to let himself jump to the worst possible conclusion (they crossed a line that shouldn’t have been crossed, he’s fucked up their friendship irrevocably, things will never be the same, jungkook thinks of him differently now, etc etc), namjoon tracks down his cell phone.

when he sees that he has two new notifications from jungkook, an audible sigh of relief escapes him.

KOOK (5:12PM) ➝ sorry i forgot i had plans with yoongi-hyung, but i thought i’d let u sleep!!

KOOK (5:12PM) ➝ i’ll see u later :)

“see? everything is fine,” namjoon tells himself, trying to ease the irregular beating of his heart. “calm down.”

he texts jungkook a quick ‘no problem!!!’ and then immediately throws himself into paperwork for a project from his work despite the fact that he isn’t anywhere near the due date, resolving to keep himself busy thinking about anything /but/ jungkook’s mouth on his dick.

or how swollen jungkook’s lips had been when they went to bed. or the sounds jungkook made when he was humping namjoon’s thigh. or the way he had fucking /keened/ when namjoon tugged on his hair—

with a groan, namjoon slams his forehead against his desk.

not thinking about it. not at all. it’s going great.

that night, namjoon stays up as late as he possibly can, keeping himself distracted by scrolling through social media until he absolutely cannot keep his eyes open any longer so that he doesn’t have any time to let his thoughts wander.

when he finally goes to bed, he passes out the moment his head hits the pillow— and when he sleeps, he dreams of jungkook kissing him all over again.

part two

after all that, namjoon almost forgets to send jungkook the million bells.

he hasn’t been avoiding jungkook, exactly, just… giving him space. after all, namjoon doesn’t want to stress him out. the other boy could be feeling awkward.

(namjoon is feeling awkward.)

so namjoon hasn’t been initiating contact. he hasn’t been texting jungkook first, or inviting him over, or asking if he wants to meet up for jajangmyeon. it’s more distance on his part than usual, but he doesn’t think he’s being suspicious.

hopes it isn’t glaringly obvious to jungkook and anyone else who might notice that he’s feeling a little unhinged about it all.

it shouldn’t be affecting him like this. it was one blowjob and a little bit of thigh riding. it shouldn’t have been the fucking /earth-shattering/ experience that it was for namjoon, but in the week since he and jungkook hooked up, it’s been all he can think about.

it’s haunting him. he sits down and tries to do work, and he thinks about what jungkook looked like dropping to his knees. he tries to match a movie, and he thinks about the breathy little whining that jungkook made when he was riding namjoon’s thigh.

during one particularly humiliating incident, he goes out for a late dinner with yoongi, both of them exhausted after a long day spent in the studio working on a track together, and ends up having a sex flashback involving his dick down jungkook’s throat.

he zones out completely, staring blankly at a napkin dispenser until yoongi kicks him under the table.

it’s a downright nuisance.

however, jungkook hasn’t brought up the fact that he gave namjoon the greatest blowjob of his life since the afternoon that it happened, so namjoon has been following his lead. he doesn’t mention it— sort of starts to assume that jungkook wants to pretend it never happened.

(maybe jungkook is embarrassed about having had his best friend’s dick in his mouth, namjoon thinks. maybe he doesn’t remember the whole thing quite so fondly as namjoon does.)

when jungkook does mention the whole thing again, he’s exceedingly casual about it.

KOOK (9:16PM) ➝ hyung, u never sent me my bells!! :<

KOOK (9:18PM) ➝ i choked on ur dick for like ten minutes straight i think this is the least u can do

namjoon drops his phone.