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They were in the northern district on the bustling, industrial Ymir Major station when Hoseok finally broached the subject of the metaphorical elephant in the room.
“You don’t have to let me fuck you anymore, you know,” he’d said suddenly, and Namjoon nearly dropped the crate of illegal Dorfen tech in his hands.
A single charge flew past Namjoon’s left ear, and he cursed as he ducked down, trying in vain not to trip over a stray can of something on the dark alley streets. Hoseok caught his arm before he could fall flat on his face, and they both resumed running, Hoseok sending a return charge over his shoulder almost casually.
“Is this really the time?” Namjoon asked in exasperation.
“No time like the present,” Hoseok replied cheerfully. Another charge whistled towards them, but Hoseok grabbed the cover of a metal bin they were passing and blocked the potentially-fatal shot with ease before firing again.
There was a loud cry of pain and Namjoon glanced over his shoulder to see two of their three pursuers cursing at them in Dorfen and waving their guns in the air. They were far away enough that Namjoon’s brain couldn’t translate what they were saying, but not far enough for Namjoon’s comfort.
“I think we should focus more on getting back to the ship,” Namjoon reasoned, taking a sharp turn into a narrower alley and shimmying as quickly as he could through the tight squeeze. It wouldn’t have been too hard by himself, but the weapons crate was twice as wide as him, and it made things so much more difficult.
“Not that I’m not enjoying the view,” Hoseok said as he followed after him, “but maybe another way would be faster.”
Namjoon was about to argue and tell him to find a way himself when Hoseok simply shot through the wall Namjoon was facing, and a whole section of the shit-quality bricks collapsed in a cloud of dust and charge. Namjoon gaped, but he didn’t have time to admonish his Captain’s disregard for people’s property because the Dorfens had caught up to them.
“You can’t get away from us that easily, Captain!” one of them was snarling, and Hoseok made an ‘eep’ sound before grabbing Namjoon and ducking them through the hole in the wall.
“I’ve been meaning to say something to you for weeks now,” Hoseok said, dragging Namjoon along as he ran through what seemed to be someone’s living room, utterly ignoring the terrified screams of the residents there.
“Sorry!” Namjoon said to them helplessly, but he and Hoseok were already halfway down a hallway outside.
Hoseok kicked down what Namjoon assumed was the front door, and they continued running, although Namjoon had no idea where the fuck they were headed anymore.
“You were just always with Yoongi, or Jimin, or Jinnie,” Hoseok was still saying. “I didn’t think you’d want to talk about this in front of them.”
“I’d really rather not talk about it at all, actually,” Namjoon told him.
They were at a flight of stairs, and Hoseok didn’t hesitate to go up, much to Namjoon’s confusion. He didn’t question him, though; Hoseok had a knack for knowing where to go to escape, and Namjoon hardly knew his way around the station core. It was better to get lost with Hoseok than by himself.
“I just thought we should,” Hoseok said, and Namjoon saw him shrug from where he was following behind him. “Since, you know, you’re part of the crew now.”
Part of the crew.
Hoseok said he was part of the crew, and Namjoon had been on the Young Forever for almost six months now, but for some reason, hearing Hoseok say that out loud sent a burst of happiness through him.
“It’s still weird to talk about it right now,” Namjoon said, hoping Hoseok didn’t notice the blush on his cheeks or the embarrassment in his voice.
But Hoseok chose that moment to glance back at him, and he was three steps higher than Namjoon, but he couldn’t have looked even bigger if he’d tried, with the staircase lights illuminating him from behind and the sharp-toothed grin he was shooting at Namjoon.
“Uh, you guys do realize that your coms are on, right?” came the sound of Yoongi’s voice in Namjoon’s ear, and from the grimace on Hoseok’s face, he’d heard him, too.
“Ah, shit,” Hoseok groaned, stopping in the middle of the stairs. “Can you pretend you didn’t just hear any of that?”
“Gladly,” Yoongi replied wryly. “But I can’t speak for Jimin.” Jimin’s squeal of delight echoed faintly, then, followed by Yoongi harshly telling him to go away.
Namjoon sighed deeply. Before he could say anything, there were the sounds of heavy footsteps from the floors below them, and Namjoon’s eyes widened.
“We should keep going,” he said, but Hoseok had heard them, too, and he was already moving again.
“Please tell me you guys are ready for pick-up,” Hoseok said to Yoongi.
“We’re two blocks away,” Yoongi said reassuringly. “We should be on top of you in thirty seconds, but you better make sure your tagalongs don’t scratch my baby.”
“Isn’t he indestructible?” Hoseok asked him teasingly.
“Yeah, but he’s not scratch-proof,” Yoongi replied in a tone that implied he’d thought that was obvious.
Hoseok laughed in response, but was cut-off by a charge hitting the railing right next to him, causing him to jump away. Namjoon glanced down the stairs behind him and saw the Dorfens, closer than they’d thought, and the two of them hastened their pace. Luckily for them, it wasn’t a very tall building, and they reached the door to the rooftop the next flight up.
It was locked, but it hardly deterred Hoseok, who shot it without hesitation and pulled Namjoon round behind the door before slamming it back closed.
“Grab that generator,” he said, nodding at the said generator box sitting a few feet away from them.
Namjoon dropped the crate in his hands and went over to it. It was much heavier than Namjoon could carry, so he dragged it instead, and Hoseok helped him as he got closer, the two of them positioning it against the door firmly.
The door shook as someone – the Dorfens – started banging against it on the other side, but the generator kept it shut. It didn’t, however, save it from the charges that started landing against it moments later. Hoseok and Namjoon backed away from it, not daring to look elsewhere in case the door gave way somehow.
“Where are you, Yoongi?” Hoseok asked nervously.
As if in answer, the low hum of a ship’s engines filtered through the air from the distance, and they both looked up to see the Crow closing in on them from a taller building to their right.
The hatch was open, and Jimin was hanging from it, grinning down at them with mad glee.
It was several hours later, after a quick debriefing and passing the tech to an excited Jimin, when Namjoon was finally able to squirrel away by himself, into his own room. It was mostly bare, still. Namjoon had been sharing a room with Seokjin up until two weeks ago, when they’d both finally decided that it was time they stopped being so dependant on only each other.
As Hoseok had said; they were a part of the crew, now, and that meant they were all a family. It wasn’t just Namjoon and Seokjin, the two survivors of Silverspoon. It was Namjoon and Seokjin, two of the six-man Space Pirate Crew, Cypher.
Hoseok had offered the room to Namjoon almost a month ago, but having only just moved into it, there was only a bed, a desk, a side table and a closet for his clothes. Hoseok had offered to buy him more things to decorate the room with, but Namjoon had only ever liked books. Of course, once Hoseok had found that out, Namjoon had suddenly found himself with crates full of books from all over the universe, most of which were still unpacked and simply sitting around all over the place.
As if summoned by his thoughts, Namjoon heard the door open behind him, followed by the familiar footfalls of his Captain.
“About that conversation we were having earlier,” Hoseok started, and Namjoon blushed involuntarily.
“You’re still on about that?” he asked, tone resigned.
Hoseok chuckled, but the sound trailed off with uncertainty. He didn’t say anything else for the longest time, and when Namjoon finally mustered the courage to turn and face him, he was surprised to find the man staring to the side, hands fiddling nervously with the hem of his jacket.
It was so unlike any side of Hoseok Namjoon had ever seen – he’d known Hoseok as playful, impulsive, even furious and reckless, but not nervous - that Namjoon gaped at him, slack-jawed.
“You don’t have to let me fuck you anymore,” Hoseok said awkwardly, finally breaking the silence. “But you know, I’d really like it if you wanted to.”
A light blush dusted over his cheeks as he said that, and Namjoon couldn’t help but find the sight cute. Hoseok, being embarrassed and shy? It was almost enough to get Namjoon to short-circuit again, just like the first time they’d met, but Namjoon settled on simply cooing at him.
“Is this how you seduce all the dolls?” Namjoon teased, and Hoseok scowled, finally turning his head to look at him.
“Not ones I pay for,” he said, rolling his eyes. His features softened a moment later, and the look in his eyes, tender and affectionate, had Namjoon blushing himself. “I’ve never paid for the same doll twice before you came along.”
“Never?” Namjoon echoed, feeling warmth spreading through his chest.
Hoseok took a step closer to him, and Namjoon smelled smoke and charge dust and stale human sweat and something citrus-like that was all Hoseok.
“Never wanted to,” Hoseok murmured.
He raised a hand, reaching out to curl his fingers over the side of Namjoon’s neck, and Namjoon instinctively leaned into the touch, taking a step closer to him. Hoseok brought his other hand to rest at Namjoon’s waist, staring up into Namjoon’s eyes heatedly.
“I don’t believe you,” Namjoon mumbled, placing his own hands on Hoseok’s shoulders and tilting his head to press their lips together gently. It wasn’t really a kiss, more like a brief peck, but it sent electric tingles of pleasure shooting down Namjoon’s spine, and he immediately missed the contact when he pulled away.
“Yoongi’s got my receipts,” Hoseok argued, grinning at him stupidly.
Namjoon figured he probably had the same dumb, happy look on his own face, because Hoseok’s grin widened.
“I can attest to that, actually,” Yoongi said into their coms, and Hoseok’s eyes widened comically as Namjoon blushed and scrambled away from the man like he’d been stung. “Also, your coms are still on, so please, for the love of stars, please turn them off before you do anything else.”
“Aww, Yoongi, it was just getting interesting!” Jimin could be heard whining in the distance, followed by a loud yelp of pain.
“That’s what porn is for, dumbass."