ot6 having monthly discussions about how hot and Big namjoon’s been getting. while jungkook created the groupchat, it’s usually yoongi who calls the meetings together. they just stare at pictures of namjoon and froth at the mouth because, according to yoongi, “this is illegal.”

sometimes the meeting isn’t even a proper meeting. sometimes it’s just them, at the gym, staring at namjoon’s arms and back, jimin and taehyung digging their fingers into each other’s palms where they’re holding hands, yoongi positively salivating, jungkook whining.

it’s getting out of hand, because namjoon walks around in just his underwear so much and jin and hoseok regularly choke on their food or coffee when joon walks into the kitchen, all cute with his stupid grin and huge Everything.

unsurprisingly, yoongi’s the first one to break. he barges into namjoon’s studio one fine day and starts screaming at him that he should be ashamed of himself! this is unfair! he is driving them insane! you are so hot, namjoonie, my dick is gonna explode soon, i swear!

namjoon’s scared, why is his tiny cat hyung yelling at him and why does he look so angry? but then he’s gets confused because what? they think he’s hot? they think he’s That hot? n then yoongi’s screaming about his gorgeous tits and wanting to suck them and joon’s brain goes beep

his brain must go blank bc next thing he knows, he’s lying on his back and yoongi’s on top of him, gripping his bicep with one hand, his chest with the other and he’s still ranting about how unfair joon is, “namjoonie please stop being so pretty and hot, i can’t do this”

yoongi’s fingers seem to be skimming over his chest on their own accord because yoongi isn’t even looking there. he’s either looking at namjoon or has his eyes closed and then he’s groaning in frustration, squeezing one of namjoon’s tits and namjoon moans.

yoongi stops talking.

namjoon stares at him, eyes wide and horrified. yoongi stares back.

then yoongi squeezes again, little more gentle, keeping his eyes on joon, who, in turn, bites his lip to keep himself from making any further noises, but his fluttering eyelashes give him away.

“..sensitive.”

joon whines, but doesn’t pull back. he could easily swat yoongi’s hand away. he could tell him to stop. but he doesn’t, just stares, doe eyed, at yoongi.

“namjoonie?”

“hm?”

“i wanna to kiss you now. is that okay? can hyung kiss you?”

"it's okay to say no, namjoonie. you're just-- you're just. a lot, you're so much, n i don't know how to deal anymore, joonie, but you're everything and---"

and then joon's pulling him in his lap, one hand on his hip, the other cupping his cheek, and presses their lips together.

yoongi squeaks but melts quick; scoots higher up in his lap, threading his fingers through joon's hair and they're kissing, they're /finally/ kissing, after 10 fucking years - yoongi doesn't count that one drunken time, he can't even remember it when joon caresses his cheek.

yoongi’s known namjoon for ten years, has fantasized about kissing him for at least eight, has been in love with him for five.

and kissing him feels like he’s finally home.

they used to be two angsty teenagers against the world. now it’s just /them/, soft, tender, loving.

namjoon’s leaning back in his chair a little, pulling yoongi along, their kisses still sweet and soft and full of love - everything yoongi’s ever wanted.

there’s no tongue, no lust, nothing sexual. just the two of them, comfortable, tender, warm, a little clumsy, but perfect.

yoongi’s the one to break the kiss, chest heaving, lips puffy and eyes shining. with glee, with love.

“namjoonie.”

“hyung. hyung, i think i’m in l—“ starts a dazed namjoon.

yoongi’s shushing him, hand on joon’s mouth.

“no, don’t you dare! you don’t get to say it first!”