UNIVERSE / BTS.

23: varsity jacket / namgi [!]

"i didn't give your boyfriend any kind of fucked up shit, jisoos." yoongi drawled. "ask him."

jeonghan looked at jisoo, tears in his eyes, trying to stop laughing by breathing heavily. evidently it didn't work, and he ended up screaming "THE TING GO SKKRAH PAP PAP KA-KA-KA!" at a very confused jisoo, who blinked three times. yoongi stood up, patting jisoo's shoulder sympathetically.

"see you 'round, hong kong boy. good luck with big shaq over there." he said, walking out of the common room. as he left, he could hear jisoo whisper to himself in english.

"who the heck is big shaq?"

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THE UNMISTAKABLE TUNE of g-dragon's that xx rang out from yoongi's speakers as he sat on namjoon's lap, the two in the middle of an intense make out session. the younger's varsity jacket was draped on yoongi's shoulders as he grinded down teasingly on namjoon, making him moan into yoongi's mouth.

yes, min yoongi, hater of jocks and girls who wore their boyfriend's varsity jackets, was dating kim namjoon, the school's basketball star. it was a secret to the whole school, of course; namjoon's reputation meant he couldn't be gay - he was bisexual, but he couldn't pull off dating a guy - and yoongi's jock-hating reputation meant he couldn't be dating namjoon, because everyone would tease the fuck out of him. to everyone that knew them, namjoon and yoongi were just dormmates.

"babe," yoongi breathed out through spit slicked lips, eyes dark. the dorm room was dark, namjoon's rainbow fairylights casting shadows and pretty lights across the younger boy's face, and yoongi wanted to kiss the life out of him. "god, you're beautiful."

a lazy smile drifted across namjoon's features, his eyes lit up like stars. "t-thanks," only yoongi could reduce the school's basketball star to a stuttering and blushing mess, and he was incredibly proud of that. "you look poetic."

namjoon was a master of words, speaking poetry and sweet words that made yoongi's cheeks dust with a weak pink colour. yoongi grinned and pressed their lips together again, tongues dancing to the tune of yoongi's slow rap playlist, namjoon's fingers dipping under the waistband of yoongi's boxers, rubbing circles into his skin. yoongi loved making out with namjoon; his lips were soft, he tasted of caramel lip balm, his fingers fit perfectly to yoongi's body, and he way he groaned softly when yoongi ground down teasingly onto his lap, noises stifled by yoongi's lips.

yoongi's long, bony fingers intertwined around namjoon's neck, his thighs either side of namjoon, straddling him on top of the couch in their dorm. namjoon's hand moved to yoongi's crotch, rubbing him gently through his boxers, making the blueberry haired boy moan a little, lazily pulling away from the kiss and beginning to pepper kisses down namjoon's jawline to his collarbone, which was exposed in the oversized white shirt he wore. namjoon's collarbones always ended up covered in hickies thanks to yoongi, which meant keeping his shirts buttoned all the way up so his teammates couldn't see them; they were all under the impression namjoon was single. plus, girls didn't tend to leave as many hickies as yoongi did, but the blueberry boy loved marking his lover.

"hyung," namjoon said breathlessly, humming sharply as yoongi bit down on his collarbone, rolling his hips up a little. "s-stop teasing."

"hmm?" yoongi hummed, looking at namjoon through his eyelashes, seeing how fucked out namjoon looked, a smirk adorning his features. "what are you going to about it, babe?"

namjoon gripped hard at yoongi's hips, stopping the older boy from teasing him further, but yoongi just continued sucking a deep hickey into namjoon's shoulder, the pink haired boy's hands going limp.