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Yoongi's frowning at a pair of dark jeans he'd selected from one of the several display racks in the clothing store, too caught up in scrutinizing the material to notice the arm creeping around his waist until he feels his back pressing up against a broad chest.
"The fuck?" he hisses, snapping his head up to face whoever the hell had the audacity to grab him out of nowhere, his free hand already curled into a threatening fist. The person behind him chuckles, a deep rumble that travels up the line of Yoongi's back, and almost instantly Yoongi loses the fight in him, instead replaced by a flush in his cheeks as Namjoon tucks his chin into the juncture between Yoongi's neck and shoulder.
"Relax, hyung. It's just me." Namjoon murmurs, both arms now holding Yoongi securely in place. He noses the soft skin just under Yoongi's jaw, inhaling the faint scent of cologne and hair spray. Yoongi bites his lower lip, suppressing the shiver that courses through his body in favor of elbowing Namjoon in the ribs, hard.
"What the fuck, Namjoon? We're in public." he says through gritted teeth, trying, and ultimately failing, to free himself from Namjoon's grip. He flicks his gaze towards the entrance of the store where he's sure the cameraman is waiting, opting to leave them to their shopping since filming isn't allowed inside. His frantic thoughts come to a temporary halt when he feels Namjoon pull away from him, and despite his earlier protests Yoongi can't help but feel the tiniest bit disappointed because, well, Namjoon was keeping his back warm. And Stockholm was plenty cold. That's definitely the only reason for his pout. Yup, definitely.
"C'mon, hyung." is all Namjoon says before he's tugging at Yoongi's wrist, long legs easily striding along the marble floor while Yoongi struggles with his notably shorter ones. They pass a sales attendant who merely gives them a curious glance from where she's currently fixing a display rack, dismissing them with a polite smile when Namjoon offers one of his own.
It's only when they're nearing the fitting room that Yoongi starts to get an inkling of what Namjoon's got brewing in his bleached little head, and with that he musters up enough resolve to plant his feet firmly on the ground. Namjoon whips his head around to give him a puzzled look.
"Don't think I'm stupid enough not to see what you're trying to do." Yoongi says sharply, annoyance pinching his features as he glares at Namjoon. "We are not fucking here, you hear me? If you do so much as let your dick out I'm going to punch you in the mouth."
The threat doesn't go unnoticed, if the way Namjoon blinks and gulps nervously is anything to go by, but he still manages to maintain a somewhat sheepish grin as he grabs at the nearest piece of clothing beside him.
"What?" Namjoon manages a tight smile, shaking his head as he brandishes the jet-black jacket he'd grabbed. "Who said anything about getting dicks out? I just wanted you to help me try this on!"
Yoongi scowls at him, extremely unimpressed with Namjoon's shameless efforts at trying to save face, but he chooses to follow Namjoon into the fitting room nonetheless, set on waiting on the other side while Namjoon tries on the jacket--
That is, until Namjoon quickly grabs him by the arm, pulling him into the closest cubicle before locking the door behind them, a triumphant grin on his face.
"You motherfucker." Yoongi spits out, already preparing to shove his way past Namjoon even though he's aware that it'd be like wrecking through a brick wall. A large hand cups one of his ass cheeks just as he steps forward, shamelessly copping a feel as Yoongi lets out an undignified squeak.
Okay, scratch that; shoving his way past Namjoon would be like wrecking through a sexual brick wall.
"You looked really cute picking out clothes earlier." Namjoon whispers into Yoongi's ear as he backs him up against the full-body mirror. He brings both arms on either side of Yoongi, caging him in with his significantly larger build. "Actually, no. You've always been cute, hyung. It was so hard not to stare when the camera was on us."
"You think that's gonna work on me?" Yoongi snorts, casting Namjoon a withering look even when a traitorous shade of pink starts creeping up his neck due to their close proximity. Namjoon doesn't draw back despite this; in fact, the fucker even smiles his self-satisfied smile as he lets his eyes roam over Yoongi's features, as if making up for all those times he'd had to look away from him.
"I really want to kiss you." Namjoon announces at last, completely unabashed. The jacket he'd randomly chosen lies crumpled on the floor, forgotten along with the knowledge that their cameraman is still waiting for them outside, probably wondering where they were by now. Yoongi opens his mouth, a protest already on the tip of his tongue, but Namjoon presses on, knocking his forehead against Yoongi's.
"Hyung," he whispers in between the few inches separating them. In this distance (or lack thereof), Yoongi can perfectly make out his reflection in Namjoon's eyes, can see the tips of Namjoon's ears turning pink as he tilts his head down to compensate for their difference in height. "I really, really want to kiss you. We don't have to do anything-- no one has to get their dicks out right now. But I miss you, and I can't stop staring at you even when I'm not supposed to. Hyung, please let me kiss you."
Yoongi can feel his resolve ebbing away with each word, eyelashes fluttering at every breath Namjoon lets out. If he's being honest, 100% no-bullshit-and-no-pretenses kind of honest, Yoongi's wanted to kiss Namjoon too. He's missed Namjoon immensely too, the kind of yearning that makes his chest ache and his throat lock up, because even when they're together filming for their reality show, they aren't themselves. In the past few days leading up to this moment, he is Suga and Namjoon is Rap Monster, and within that span of time they've barely let their facades slip, save for a few stolen glances and brief body contact.
That's why it doesn't come as much of a surprise to himself when Yoongi eventually brings a hand up to cup Namjoon's cheek, thumb drawing lazy patterns as he watches Namjoon's expression darken with what could only be want. The sight feels like a sucker punch to the gut, the hook, line and sinker as he tilts his face up so his lips brush purposely against Namjoon's.
"What are you waiting for then?" he murmurs, his voice deep and almost taunting, and Namjoon can only let out a groan before he's grabbing at Yoongi's face, both hands holding him in place as Namjoon licks his way into Yoongi's mouth.
Yoongi presses forward, going up on tiptoes as bites on Namjoon's lower lip, sucking on it softly when Namjoon lets out a sharp hiss. He lets his hand wander from Namjoon's cheek to the back of his head, pulling at the stray bleached strands of his hair. He laughs into the kiss when Namjoon jerks back almost immediately, mumbling something about "ruining my hair" before breathing out a "fuck it" and diving back for another kiss in the same second.
They kiss for what feels like hours, only breaking away to gulp for air before they're giggling into each other's mouths again, Yoongi continuously slapping at Namjoon's hands every time he tries to venture lower down Yoongi's waist.
"Mm," Yoongi lets out at the same time Namjoon presses his hips against his thigh, already half-hard. He loses his head for a good few seconds, panting for air as he drowns in the sensation of Namjoon's lips pressing heated kisses against the line of his jaw, nosing at the collar of his shirt so he can gain better access to Yoongi's collarbones. It's only when Namjoon angles his hips to roll against Yoongi's does the reality of the situation set in, with Yoongi grabbing at Namjoon's shoulders and pushing him back like he'd been doused with ice-cold water.
"Hyung," Namjoon downright whines (something that Yoongi stores at the back of his mind for future teasing) as he tries to pounce in for another kiss. Yoongi dodges the attack and promptly stomps on Namjoon's foot.
"You said there wouldn't be dicks involved." Yoongi snaps, lifting a finger up in warning. Namjoon doesn't even hesitate as he full-on pouts, pulling his shirt down in an attempt to cover up the evidence of his betrayal.
"Can you blame me? You're just too sexy, hyung." Namjoon counters, fully convinced that he's got a valid argument. Yoongi rolls his eyes, rubbing his mouth with the back of his hand for the lack of having anything better to do.
"First, it's cute, now it's sexy," he mumbles, raising an eyebrow at Namjoon once he's sure he isn't blushing as much. "got any more colorful words you'd like to call me?"
And Namjoon, the little shit, actually perks up at that, eyes lighting up as he scrounges through his memory. "Now that you mention it--" he starts, only to be flicked in the forehead.
"Shut up, that wasn't an invitation to be a dumbass." Yoongi swiftly turns away, ignoring Namjoon's cresftfallen expression in favor of fixing his hair. He clicks his tongue at the sight of his ruddy cheeks and kiss-swollen lips, cursing himself as he lets his eyes travel towards Namjoon's reflection. His heart thuds audibly in his ears when he realizes that Namjoon's in a similar state, his thick lips looking almost bee-stung, eyes glazed over as he stares at Yoongi with unashamed desire.
"Yoongi-hyung," Namjoon's voice is hoarse, and he has to clear his throat a few times before he starts again. "I wasn't kidding around earlier when I said-- you know. When I said I missed you."
Yoongi's eyes widen by just a fraction, mouth slightly open as Namjoon studies him with a serious expression. It hits him then, right in that moment, with his back against Namjoon's chest and Namjoon's breath against his ear-- it isn't just this for Namjoon.
It isn't just fooling around in fitting rooms, or sneaking behind the manager and members' backs. It isn't about the adrenaline rush of being caught, or the thrill of getting away with it. It's never been This is just something to pass the time or It's just to get the stress out of our systems.
And really, this realization shouldn't make Yoongi so goddamn happy that he's almost drunk with it, a stupid, stupid smile softening the sharp lines of his face, but it does. It really, really does.
"What are you smiling about?" Namjoon prods, sounding beyond amused as Yoongi tries to smother his smile by hiding his face in his hands. Namjoon stops the action by grabbing both of Yoongi's wrists, holding each hand away from his face so he can watch Yoongi's reflection, fascinated by the way color blooms on his cheeks.
"Namjoon--" Yoongi starts threateningly, but whatever expletive he has on the ready shrivels in his throat as he meets Namjoon's gaze in the mirror.
"You don't have to hide from me." Namjoon's voice turns soft, eyes void of anything but earnest honesty and fondness. He guides Yoongi's arms down his own waist, so that when Namjoon hugs him from behind it looks like he's hugging himself as well. Propping his chin on Yoongi's shoulder, he lets the words sear and meld into the contours of Yoongi's ears so that he won't ever forget. "I love you, Min Yoongi. It's been six goddamn years and I still do."
That probably does it for Yoongi, because in the next second he's elbowing his way out of Namjoon's arms, spinning in place so he's burying his face into Namjoon's chest instead.
"Fuck," is all he manages to say, muffled by the fabric of Namjoon's shirt, but it's okay. Six years is more than enough time for Namjoon to understand that it's something along the lines of I'm a fucking idiot and I love you too.
("You have got to stop overthinking." Namjoon says later, when they've fixed themselves up enough to not attract suspicious glances or equally suspicious questions. "That's my expertise, isn't it?"
"Shut up," Yoongi snaps, tugging on a stray strand of his hair and actively avoiding eye contact with Namjoon. "not my fault you're such a horny fucker."
"Hey, at least I'm horny and romantic!"
"Not romantic enough to tell me you like me while we fuck though." Yoongi sneers, but the expression quickly falls when Namjoon sets a pondering gaze at him.
"I probably should, shouldn't I? We could start on that tonight. Scented candles, rose petals on the bed and all that jazz right?" Namjoon grins, a crooked thing that makes him look ridiculously endearing even when Yoongi wants nothing more than to sock him in the jaw out of pure mortification. "And it's not like, hyung," Namjoon leans closer at this, pretending to flick an invisible piece of lint off Yoongi's sweater before letting his hand glide up the slope of Yoongi's neck, his thumb resting over Yoongi's pulse point as he continues, "it's I love you."
Yoongi's mouth twists in embarrassment, but instead of answering he pushes the jacket Namjoon had picked out earlier into his arms.
"Oh yeah, I nearly forgot about this." Namjoon grins as he tries it on, the jacket fitting him so snugly that Yoongi has to wonder if it was a random choice after all. "I think I'll take it." Namjoon smiles, looking terribly satisfied as he stands beside Yoongi, their shoulders pressing together due to the cramped space. "We match, don't we?"
Yoongi blinks at their reflection, his dark sweater perfectly matching Namjoon's jacket, as well as the identical flush of pink that's staining both their cheeks.
"Yeah," he mumbles, his chest unbearably light as he lets his fingers brush the back of Namjoon's hand. He doesn't doubt that the shine in Namjoon's eyes is the same as his too. "we do.")