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Namjoon should have realised earlier that today was not going to be a good day. Early in the morning he almost felt down the stairs when he was leaving his apartment, then at work someone left the kitchen’s upper cabinet door open and he hit his head. Now as he just arrived at his yoga class ready to forget about his shitty day he was welcomed with the news that Mari, their yoga teacher, had broken her hip in her salsa class and as she was like 70 years old (as the rest of the class’ attendees) they didn’t knew when she would be returning or even if she would be able to do it. To add on he had to hear Monica’s unwanted comment shaming Namjoon for not being updated about Mari’s health.
“These kids, all day with their phones in their hands, but they never seem to find it useful when it’s really needed.”
The women had talked about Mari’s accident in their Facebook group chat, the one he had muted long ago 1) because he hadn’t logged on Facebook since he was 16 years old and 2) because the only thing they talked about was about recipes, their grandchildren and would always share those fake apocalyptic news that would get Namjoon in a bad mood.
He tried to brush Monica’s words off because she was a bitch and went to talk to Anne, a much nicer lady who gladly updated Namjoon about their new teacher.
“He is a really nice gentleman.” Anne said just as the instructor entered the room and yeah Namjoon could confirm that he was one hell of a nice gentleman.
He introduced himself as Kim Seokjin and proceeded to give everyone two kisses, one on each cheek, “One for you and another for your soul” or at least that’s what Namjoon understood the teacher had said. Forgive him, he was having a mental breakdown and his face was so red that it was probably alarming.
Seokjin was breathtaking, tall —not as much as him— with broad shoulders, a tiny waist, and on top that, a face that probably was sculpted by the gods themselves. He seemed like one of those guys that you will see in a work out video who would look perfect and wouldn’t sweat even if they were practising the hardest of all poses. The kind of guy who would make you realize how awkward you were and that even if you trained every single day for the rest of your life you were never gonna look like him.
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Later that same afternoon, when Yoongi arrived at the apartment he shared with Namjoon, he found the younger laying face down in their couch still in his work out clothes.
“ Is everything okay?” Asked Yoongi not trying to hide his worry.
“Everything is not okay. Mari broke her hip.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that, is she gonna be okay?” Yoongi found an empty space on the couch where Namjoon’s body was sprawled and took a seat, next he proceeded to pat his friend’s back.
“She is getting surgery, but as she is over 70 years old the doctors aren’t quite sure how is gonna work out.” Namjoon seemed so affected that Yoongi was thinking of calling Hoseok and asking him to bring some ice cream and sweets to cheer their friend up.
“You know I can’t say everything is gonna be okay, because I don’t know but I hope everything works out well. After the surgery is done, if you want, we can go to the hospital to pay her a visit, I’m sure she will love it.”
“Sure... thanks.” Said Namjoon looking at Yoongi and added a comment that made his friend blush “When you behave like this I understand why Hobi is in love with you, you’re such a good friend.”
“So what’s going to happen with your yoga classes?” Asked Yoongi wanting to change the topic. Namjoon hid his face in a cushion and groaned, Yoongi raised an eyebrow and looked at his friend searching for more answers.
“We got a new teacher but he is so hot.”
“But? What wrong about a hot ass in thigh yoga pants.” Said Yoongi sipping his americano (did he always had that take away cup in his hands? Namjoon hadn’t noticed).
“There’re a lot of things wrong about it. When he touched my lower back to correct my posture I nearly popped out a bonner in the middle of the class. How am I supposed to forget about my problems and relax if I am worried about a little problem inside my pants?”
“Not so little, remember I’ve seen you naked.” Yoongi was laughing, that fucker was enjoying the situation.
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Next class Namjoon was ready to feel the relaxation taking over his body, say all his mantras and do a perfect sun salutation but when Seokjin arrived wearing tights and a tank top everything went to hell. That was going to be hard. The only coherent thoughts that ran through Namjoon’s mind, if they could be called coherent, were related to his yoga teacher. And his legs. And his arms. And how much he wanted to feel them around him.
As time went by, that kind of thoughts didn’t stop, but at least Namjoon learned how to handle them in class. He might have taken a few cold showers after some classes but for now, everything was as much in control as it could be.
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Today it was one of those rainy days that made you forget about days without rain, that made you wonder if the sun was real or just a creation of your brain trying to handle the harsh reality of living in a grey world.
Hoseok gave Namjoon a drive to the community centre, where the yoga class took place, that’s why he arrived quite early that day. The only other person in the room was Seokjin whose body was contorted in such a way that at the same time turned him on and sent chills down his spine. Namjoon stood in the same spot next to the door staring dumbly at his teacher until he came out of that posture.
“Hi Namjoon! Didn’t notice you there!” Seokjin stood up and went to kiss Namjoon cheeks and repeated the phrase he would always say when he greeted the class “One kiss for you and another for your soul.”
Namjoon was not going to lie, he still blushed every time Seokjin kissed him but at least now he was able to answer back with the same words.
“That was a really cool posture.” Said Namjoon and it really was, he was sure he would have broken his bones if he tried to balance his body only supported by his forearms arms while having his legs bent over.
“Thanks! It called Vrschikasana or Scorpion Pose, it’s good for your shoulders, arms and abs,” replied Seokjin and added with a wink “also increases your stamina.”
Instead of emptying his mind, Namjoon wondered the entire hour if Seokjin’s words and wink meant something else.
The rain had stopped but the wind was still blowing and it was making Namjoon freeze at the bus stop, he was absently checking his phone when he heard a voice calling him.
“Namjoon, hop on, I will take you home”. He looked up and met Seokjin’s eyes and a kind smile. Without giving a second thought to the offer Namjoon went inside the older’s car, he didn’t want to die of hypothermia.
The drive home was nice, words came out easy. He got to know that Seokjin was a person who shamelessly liked to share bad jokes and loved 80s music. And Seokjin got to know that Namjoon had a degree in statistics and right now was studying to become a sound engineer because “Maths and music, what else could you ask for?”.
“Since day one I’ve been wondering how did you end up in a class full of grannies?” Asked Seokjin when they were close to Namjoon’d apartment.
“Short long story, I was quite stressed because of work and uni so my mum suggested yoga classes and when I finally said yes, she signed me up here. After I joined I didn’t want to leave, these ladies are good for me.”
“I love them, they are like the grannies I never had… except for Monica, she is a bitch.”
“I know right? I can’t stand her but the rest of them are wonderful, they take care of me and always give me food, which is great because I can’t live out of cup noddles.”
“God, I wish I wish it was me,” Said Seokjin while parking his car in front of Namjoon’s apartment “next time they give you leftovers please share them with me, I’m always hungry.”
“Yeah sure... thanks driving me home.”
“Don’t worry about it, see you next class.”
Now Namjoon could understand when Yoongi said that Hoseok driving was the hottest thing ever. Seeing Seokjin park the car with just one hand in the steering well felt like a wet dream.
From: unknown
they don’t have to be leftovers
we can go out
or … i can cook for you, im pretty good at cooking.
From: Namjoon
I think you’re texting the wrong person
From: unknown
i t’s seokjin
sorry, forgot to tell you
and sorry for being kind of unprofessional and saving your number, I got it from the records at the community centre.
When Yoongi arrived home he found Namjoon giggling at his phone still wearing his work out clothes, he stared at his friend until the younger realized that he was not alone in the room.
“Please tell me you’re texting Mr Hot Yoga Teacher and that you don’t have a new silly crush?”
“His name is Seokjin AND I don’t have a crush on him.”
“Really Namjoon? We’ve been living together for almost 8 years, you can’t tell me that’s not a crush.”
“Okay, yes! I have a crush on Seokjin!” Said Namjoon quite loud, maybe because he was not only admitting it to Yoongi but also to himself.
“So do you think he likes me back?” asked Namjoon after telling Yoongi about Seokjin’s behaviour that day and showing him their chat conversation.
“Seriously, I think you should move forward, he seems interested.”
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Namjoon was already in bed, reading a book when his phone ringed.
From: Seokjin
i saw that you didnt get any food today
wanna come over tomorrow? i will cook something nice for you
From: Namjoon
That would save me of eating cup noodles again, my health would be really thankful.
From: Seokjin
well, thats it then come around 8 pm
will make lots of food so you can take some home
From: Namjoon
Thanks
x
The next day at the agreed time Namjoon arrived at Seokjin’s apartment carrying a six-pack of beer, Hoseok had suggested wine, but he didn’t know shit about wine and the teacher didn’t seem like he would care. He ringed the bell and a Seokjin wearing a pink apron opened the door. Namjoon was sad that he wasn’t greeted with two kisses like in class, but he told himself a hug should be enough.
Seokjin’s apartment was small and cosy, he had a guitar next to the window and a huge poster from Mario, everything seemed really inviting, like Seokjin. The house owner had been listening to some music and when Heaven Is a Place on Heart started playing Namjoon started to laugh.
“You come into my house and insult my music taste, and here I was trying to cook something nice for you.” Said Seokjin laughing, Namjoon observed that the older’s laugh was quite particular, it really charmed him. They ended up doing a rendition to Seokjin’s 80s playlist while they finished cooking dinner, it took them a while with all the singing and dancing. When they finally sat on the table, their stomachs were hurting after laughing so much, none of them remembered when was the last time they had so much fun.
The food was wonderful and each others company even better. They ended up watching a movie and as it came to an end, Namjoon realized how domestic everything felt, they were snuggled on the couch wrapped like a burrito in ugly crochet blankets that were made by Seokjin’s grandmother, laughing at bad jokes and drinking beer. Namjoon felt like home.
“Would it be a little bit too much if i kissed you?” Asked Seokjin when he meets Namjoon’s eyes, their faces were particularly close as they just ended watching a vine compilation on Seokjin’s phone.
“Please don’t let your thoughts stop you.” Namjoon got even closer to him, portraying a big smile on his face.
Seokjin joined their lips in a chaste kiss, testing the ground, not wanting to overstep. Namjoon deepened the kiss and opened his lips, inviting the older into his warm. From there things escalated quite quickly, they had been making out for more than half an hour when Namjoon dared to speak again:
“We don’t have to rush, it’s okay if you want to take things slow.” Said Namjoon after parting his lips from Seokjin’s, he didn’t want to push the older into something he didn’t want.
“Does it look like I want to stop?” Answered the older while gripping harder Namjoon’s ass who was currently sitting in his lap. “Life is short and you are hot.”
“Did you just quote Doctor Who while trying to get into my pants?” Namjoon has to stop kissing Seokjin to look at him in the eyes.
“Yes I did, there is something wrong about it?”
“No, just didn’t expect you were a nerd” Namjoon’s words surprised Seokjin, he let his hand go from the younger’s ass.
“Well look who is talking? you knew it was Doctor Who from the moment I spoke, you’re a nerd.” Seokjin raised his tone playfully, hitting Namjoon on his very broad, very nice chest.
“Of course I’m a nerd, I have a degree in statics, it’s mandatory to be a nerd! But you’re a yoga teacher, you’re supposed to be cool.”
“I’m super-cool, probably the coolest guy you’ve ever been in bed with.” Namjoon had to agree, Seokjin was right. “But I got into yoga because of Star Wars, I started when I was little because I thought this way I would learn how the handle the force, but the force never came to me and I ended up loving yoga.”
“That’s a sweet story… but if we keep like this I think you will be that coolest guy I almost was in bed with.”
“Well, quit talking and use those pretty lips for something else baby.”
Namjoon obeyed.
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Next morning, Namjoon managed to close the front door from his apartment without making any noise and felt proud quite of himself, but his happiness didn’t last. When he turned around and saw Yoongi and Hoseok having breakfast giving him a knowing face, he knew all his chances of not being teased were lost.
“Good morning.” Namjoon almost whispered and tried to run away but he didn’t reach too far before Yoongi’s words stopped him.
“Good morning Joon-ah, did you have fun fucking Mr Hot Yoga Teacher?”
“He is called Seokjin and that didn’t happen.” Answered Namjoon not meeting Yoongi’s eyes.
“Did ‘Seokjin’ fucked you?” The older asked again.
“… Yes.” Yoongi was looking at his friend with a smirk on his face, Namjoon was so transparent. “Don’t look at me like that! He said that he wanted to feel my thighs around his waist while he pounded into me, what was I gonna say? No? I’m not that crazy?”
“That’s too much information, I really didn’t want to know that.” Said Yoongi with a grown.
“Shut up babe, I want to know all the juicy details we didn’t wake up so early just to watch him doing the walk of shame.” Said Hoseok hitting his boyfriend arm lightly before standing up to make the youngest boy a cup of coffee. Namjoon went and put the food Seokjin had given him in the refrigerator before sitting down to be interrogated by his friends.
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It was early in the morning, the sun was shining fiercely outside and some rays managed to get inside Seokjin’s room waking up the two men who were previously sleeping in there. They spent a while without emitting any words, just the sound of their breaths could be heard until Seokjin dared to ask something that had been running through his mind quite a lot lately.
“I know this, whatever we have, might have started because I thought your thighs looked pretty hot, but I really wanna know what are we doing?” His words seemed to put in alert to the dimpled boy who was now looking at him with wide eyes. “Are we just fucking or can I get feelings?”
Namjoon took a deep breath and said what he had wanted to say since Seokjin drove him home that rainy day, now they had been sleeping together for around three months but still, he hadn’t been able to put it into words fearing rejection, “I hope this is something because I really like you.”
“God Joon, I’m so happy to hear that you because I have already feelings for you and we would have to stop this if you said this was just fucking. I really didn’t want to get hurt.” Said Seokjin moving from where he was resting to place himself on top of Namjoon with his knees on each side of the younger’s waist. He lowered himself to join their lips in a soft kiss, but it seemed like Namjoon had other plans in mind and didn’t let him go. Seokjin could feel how both of them were getting hard and decided to ask “Do you wanna fuck… but with feelings?”
“Isn’t that called to make love?” Namjoon replied with another question and a stupid —but oh lord so beautiful —smile.
“Shut up you sap and kiss me.” Answered Seokjin laughing before being dragged by the sap for a long and breathtaking kiss (both of them had morning breath but didn’t care because there were more important things to care about).
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As Namjoon and Seokjin were now officially dating, the following Wednesday night the yoga instructor was invited to the weekly movie night at Namjoon’s and Yoongi’s apartment. When the bell ringed everyone stopped what they were doing to welcome the newcomer. Namjoon opened the door and gave Seokjin a short kiss, he could feel everyone’s eyes on them and that made him quite uncomfortable.
“Guys this is Seokjin, my boyfriend.” Namjoon didn’t saw but he could feel Yoongi’s eyes roll, of course everyone there knew Seokjin was his boyfriend because that was the only thing he talked about since last Sunday afternoon when he arrived home after spending the whole weekend together but let him live, he didn’t remember the last time he had a boyfriend.
“There is Yoongi, my roommate and the one who is holding is hand is Hoseok, his boyfriend.” Yoongi was dragged by Hoseok to greet Seokjin, Hoseok went for a hug meanwhile Yoongi just nodded and smiled to his best friend’s boyfriend.
When Jimin and Taehyung saw that Seokjin accepted kindly Hoseok’s hug did the same as they introduced themselves, Jungkook followed them but was way shyer.
“Those three guys might seem inoffensive but actually are devils so be careful.” Said Yoongi, in response Jimin threw him a pillow which landed successfully in his face.
The new couple was in the kitchen away from the intruding looks from Namjoon’s friends taking the drinks out from the refrigerator and graving some snacks.
“Are they together?” Seokjin asked Namjoon about the three boys, who were cramped in a couch which was probably made to fit one person.
“Honestly, we have no idea, they’ve been like that since they moved next door, we’re pretty sure they are in some sort of relationship but they never told us so… we didn’t ask.”
The movie night was successful, all his friends liked Seokjin and Seokjin liked them. Namjoon felt, again, like home.