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Namjoon can’t remember the last time they spent time together like this, just the two of them. Usually, when they make plans to do something together, one (or more) of the others end up inviting themselves along, and then it turns into a different kind of day.
Not to say that Namjoon doesn’t like spending time with the other members. Just that he really enjoys getting to relax with Jungkook, specifically. Especially now that they’re a little older, Jungkook’s a little less awkward, they’re both a little more sure of themselves. Their conversations are less strained now, more relaxed and comfortable and warm than they used to be.
So it’s nice, spending the day with Jungkook like this.
It's just the two of them in the car, with Jungkook driving. It's been so long since they've hung out together, but Namjoon always enjoys it. Jungkook is so eager and excited, and his energy rubs off on Namjoon easily.
When Jungkook makes a joke about songwriting, Namjoon remembers something he'd wanted to share with Jungkook today, and in the future he'll look back on this moment specifically as the one that sealed his fate.
"Oh, that reminds me," Namjoon says, digging into his pocket for his phone. "I heard this song the other day and I thought you'd like it. Lemme play it for you."
Jungkook cheers excitedly as Namjoon hooks his phone up to the car's bluetooth, navigating to his recently played songs and picking the one at the top. He taps it, and music starts to play through the car's speakers.
They listen to the song in silence, but Namjoon is pleased when he notices Jungkook start bobbing his head slightly with the beat, humming along with the refrain. The track hits the last few bars, a repeated phrase that fades out, and Jungkook doesn't wait until it ends to react.
“You were so right, hyung, I loved that!” he exclaims.
Namjoon smiles at him as Jungkook jumps into it, complimenting the smooth vocals and the subtle instrumentals, and asking Namjoon to play it again immediately. Namjoon laughs and looks down to pick up his phone and oblige , but not before the track changes.
Namjoon's still reaching for his phone when the first moan echoes through the car's speakers, and the realization of what that means is so horrifying that it takes a moment for Namjoon's brain to accept that yes, this is really happening. There's another moan, followed by some wet noises that make it perfectly clear what this audio is from, and that's when Namjoon's brain kicks back on. He snatches his phone from the center console so quickly he nearly drops it again, then scrambles to unlock it and turn off the music player.
The seconds that pass while he fumbles with his phone are excruciating, but not as painful as the immediate silence. The inside of the car is so quiet, Namjoon can hear the soft hum of the engine and his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.
He's never been much of a blusher, but his cheeks and ears burn so hot that he's sure they’re bright red. Namjoon doesn't think he's ever been more humiliated than he is in this moment. He can't believe he fucked up like that.
There’s a pretty large collection of that kind of audio on his phone, ripped from his favorite videos. But he's always taken great pains to keep them hidden and private. He's usually so careful, so terrified of this exact thing happening. And now, not only has his nightmare come true, but it happened with Jungkook, of all people.
That makes it so much worse. Namjoon immediately feels guilt on top of the humiliation. He knows he's someone Jungkook looks up to, so this must be especially awkward for him. Namjoon winces, covering his face with his hands, and wishes he could sink through the floor of the car.
More agonizing seconds of silence tick by, until Namjoon can't take it anymore. He risks a glance at Jungkook through the cracks between his fingers.
Jungkook looks about how Namjoon expected him to look after being subjected to his friend and role model's saved porn audio.
Jungkook is gripping the steering wheel so tight, his knuckles are white, and his eyes are fixed straight ahead -- on the road, because he's driving, but there's a desperation in his expression that tells Namjoon he's trying very, very hard not to glance at the passenger's seat. His cheeks are blushing pink, too, and that makes Namjoon feel even worse. Jungkook is probably freaking out and really uncomfortable and it's Namjoon's fault, and he can't even leave because they're stuck in a car together until they get back home.
"I'm so, so sorry," Namjoon bites out through gritted teeth. His voice is muffled by his hands still over his face, but in the piercing silence of the car, it's clear enough. Namjoon keeps his eyes squeezed shut when he apologizes, because he doesn’t want to see Jungkook’s reaction. "That was so inappropriate of me. I would never do something like that on purpose, but I should have been more careful. I'm usually so careful. I wasn't thinking. I'm so sorry."
Then a long, long moment passes when Jungkook doesn't answer.
Namjoon thinks he might pass out, his heart is beating so fast. He can’t imagine what Jungkook thinks of him now. He can’t believe he was so careless. He's usually so deliberate about keeping his horny bullshit a secret. Or at least, more subtle than broadcasting it over bluetooth.
The silence stretches on and on, with Namjoon growing steadily more and more panicked the longer Jungkook goes without speaking, until he's about to start babbling and apologizing again, just to fill the silence.
Then Jungkook takes a deep breath, and laughs. It's a strained laugh, thin and awkward. Namjoon can tell Jungkook forced it.
"It's fine," Jungkook says, and when Namjoon glances over at him, he can see a smile on Jungkook's lips that looks just as forced. "It happens!"
Namjoon resists cutting in to tell him no, accidentally playing porn audio over bluetooth speakers while you're stuck in a car with your friend who idolizes you is not something that just happens. But he doesn't want to make things worse.
Jungkook sounds a little less strained when he continues, "You don't have to feel bad, hyung. It's not a big deal."
But Namjoon does feel bad and it is a big deal. He laughs too, to try to lighten the mood and keep Jungkook from worrying, but it sounds as fake as it is.
"Really," Jungkook says again. His voice still sounds shaky, and when Namjoon looks, he's still blushing. But he's more confident when he says it again. "It's fine. Yeah it was. Awkward. But it's, you know. Not a big deal."
No, Namjoon does not know, because his heart still feels like it's trying to break out of his chest. He's sweaty and breathing too fast and he thinks he might have lost a few years of his life. He doesn't remember the last time he was this scared.
Jungkook laughs again, and this time it sounds closer to normal, not quite as forced. "I mean, it was pretty awkward, but like. It's kind of funny. Imagine what the others will say when they hear about this."
Namjoon's eyes go wide. the thought of what Seokjin would say, or Yoongi, or Jimin, or -- any of them. He looks over at Jungkook, and Jungkook glances over at him for the first time since this happened. He takes one look at Namjoon's face and bursts out into genuine laughter.
"Come on, hyung," Jungkook says, turning back to the road. "I'm not that mean. I'll never say anything, I promise. It's really not a big deal though. You don't need to be this embarrassed. I mean, you used to download porn onto a shared computer, how is this different?"
Namjoon sighs out a breath of tension he didn't know he was holding. He runs his hand through his hair and feels the relief seep through him, dragging him down when just a moment before, his panic had him feeling like he was about to float away.
"It's not like I made anyone watch the stuff I downloaded," Namjoon grumbles. "If anyone else chose to watch it, it's on them. That's different from --" he waves his hand at the dashboard of the car. "From playing something over your car speakers and forcing you to listen."
Jungkook snorts. "It's not like you did that on purpose," he says simply. "And it's not like I never watched anything you downloaded."
Namjoon laughs then, loud and unrestrained. "Wow, okay," he says, shaking his head. "Point taken. Can we talk about something else now, though?" Namjoon asks, putting his hand over his chest, where he can feel his heart still racing. "I think I almost had a heart attack there."
Jungkook smiles a little wider and nods enthusiastically.
"Yeah, you can replay that song for me!" Jungkook tells him. "Maybe leave it on repeat this time though." He laughs again, looking over at Namjoon with his face scrunched up when they stop at a red light, and Namjoon can't help but laugh along.
Namjoon replays the song -- after making sure to turn off shuffle and navigate to that artist just in case -- and they don't mention his fuck up again for the rest of the drive home.
--
Namjoon still feels pretty awkward about it for a few days, but Jungkook doesn't bring it up or act any differently, and Namjoon can almost forget that whole painful experience.
Until about a week later, when Jungkook sends him a text in the early hours of the morning.
That's not unusual. Jungkook has a pretty inconsistent sleep schedule, and so does Namjoon. When he sees Jungkook messaged him at 3 in the morning, Namjoon doesn't think anything of it.
Then he opens the message, and reads what Jungkook sent.
It's actually multiple messages. The first one is simple.
hey hyung you awake?
But then Jungkook follows up a few seconds later, too fast for Namjoon to have replied even if he saw it immediately.
was thinking about what happened the other day. in the car.
He doesn't have to specify. Namjoon knows exactly what he's referring to. He feels his heart fall through his stomach, a weird mix of terror and apprehension remembering that moment, and wondering why Jungkook is bringing it up now.
He doesn't have to wonder for long. Before he can even think about typing a message back, he sees Jungkook's sent another.
i have some files like the one you played that day
Namjoon wants to scream. Jungkook sends another message.
i could send them to you, if you want?
Namjoon is gripping his phone so hard it hurts.
He starts to type a message, then erases it. Then starts another one, and erases that too. He has so many thoughts and questions running through his mind so quickly, it's like he has no thoughts at all. They're all flying by so fast, he can't grasp them. He knows Jungkook will be able to see that he's read the messages, but he can't think of how to actually answer. Then he gets another message.
i recorded them myself.
Namjoon stares. He reads the message over and over and over again, until the words have no meaning. He's not thinking too fast anymore. He's just not thinking at all.
Audio files like the one Namjoon played in the car, that Jungkook recorded himself.
Namjoon doesn't know how long he sits there in his room in the dark, staring at his phone, trying to comprehend what Jungkook just told him. But apparently it's long enough that Jungkook sends him another message.
i can see that you're reading these
it's okay if you don't want to respond.
Namjoon feels bad, and is about to type a response telling Jungkook -- actually he still doesn't know what the fuck he's going to say but he's going to say something. Then a file appears in the chat.
Namjoon stares at it, and at the file name: recording12. It's an audio file.
Jungkook messages again.
you don't have to open that if you don't want to. and you don't have to tell me if you do. it's like when you downloaded stuff onto our shared computer, right?
Namjoon is suddenly positive he knows exactly what that recording is. There's not a doubt in his mind what Jungkook just sent him. He stares at the file -- Jungkook named it recording12 and Namjoon hates that it makes him wonder just how many of these Jungkook recorded. Then he gets another message.
good night hyung
Namjoon keeps staring at his phone, but Jungkook doesn't text him again. The minutes tick by, dragging on excruciatingly slow, but it seems like Jungkook has really gone to sleep. Or at least decided to stop messaging Namjoon.
Namjoon reads over the series of messages again, and then again. He stares at the file, and almost clicks on it.
Instead, he closes kakao and locks his phone, and tries to go to sleep and stop thinking about Jungkook or wondering what could be on that recording.
--
The next morning, Jungkook doesn't act any differently.
He greets Namjoon when he wanders into the kitchen for breakfast, and he doesn't ask about the file or if Namjoon listened to it. He doesn't say anything at all about the messages he sent last night. He just smiles his big, warm grin at Namjoon like he does every morning.
Namjoon tries to smile back the way he usually does too. He tries to focus on the endeared warmth in his chest and not the absolute terror he feels when he thinks about the file still sitting in their chatroom.
Neither of them bring it up for the rest of the day, and Namjoon almost forgets about it.
That's a complete lie. As soon as he's alone in his bedroom and the lights are out, he's got kakao open again and he's staring at Jungkook's messages. At recording12.
When Jungkook messages him, Namjoon is almost grateful, but mostly unsurprised. It's like they were both waiting for this, anticipating it all day.
Jungkook's message is simple, maybe a little playful.
i know i said i wouldn't ask, but did you listen to it?
This time, Namjoon manages to answer. He types slowly, deliberately.
not yet
He hits send before he can second guess himself. Then he stares at his phone until the little read mark appears.
He waits, watching his screen and tapping it every once in a while to keep it from going dark. He waits for Jungkook's reply, and he stares at the file -- just a few messages up on the screen, like it's staring back at him. Namjoon's thumb hovers over it.
He hesitates, but not because he doesn't want to download it. He can admit it to himself now, he wants to download it. He wants to hear what Jungkook recorded and sent to him. He wants to know what Jungkook sounds like.
But he doesn't want to do it without headphones.
He's not about to make the mistake of playing that file through his phone speaker, where someone might be able to hear through the walls. Namjoon drops his phone on his bed and searches through his bag for his airpods, ignoring the way his hands shake.
He finds them and shoves them into his ears, then reaches for his phone again. There's a new message from Jungkook now.
Namjoon unlocks his phone and opens it, and sees that not only is there a new message, but there's a new file too. This one is called recording15.
another one for when you decide to listen
That’s all Jungkook's message says.
Namjoon feels his cheeks heating up again. He'd said not yet on purpose, but somehow the confirmation that Jungkook picked up on it and knew exactly what Namjoon meant is nerve wracking.
Namjoon thinks about answering Jungkook, "thanks," but he deletes it as soon as he types it. That feels too weird.
He scrolls back to recording12, takes a breath, and downloads it. He hesitates again, checking and double checking that his airpods are connected. Then, he has no more excuses. No more stalling. He presses play.
The audio is quiet at first. So quiet that Namjoon has to check to see if his volume is turned up, and if the file is really playing. Then he hears it -- a quiet rustling of fabric, and a soft exhale. Namjoon stills completely, mind going blank again.
This is really it, he thinks. It's exactly what he thought it was. Jungkook recorded himself and sent it to Namjoon and --
A gentle moan plays through his headphones, sweet and small and definitely Jungkook's voice.
There's another soft inhale, and a wet sound, and Namjoon feels it hit him hard in the stomach. Jungkook moans again, a little louder, and Namjoon holds his breath, desperate to hear more.
Jungkook is so quiet, his moans soft and short. He’s barely making enough noise to hear, but Namjoon can hear breathing speeding up. His breaths turn shaky, sharp and ragged. He makes a sound like a whimper, muffled like he's chewing on his lips to keep himself quiet, and Namjoon almost whimpers too.
The wet sounds in the background speed up, and Namjoon imagines Jungkook lying on his bed, propped up against pillows with his mic next to him, breathing into it while he touches himself. Namjoon digs his fingernails into his thigh and tries not to make a sound.
Jungkook's breathing speeds up more, until he's panting into the mic and Namjoon can hear his voice cracking, sticking in his throat. Jungkook inhales sharp, holds his breath for a moment, and then he moans, long and deep and Namjoon can hear the way he trembles. He can hear it in Jungkook's voice, the way his breath wavers as he comes and his body shakes. Namjoon listens to Jungkook's sounds -- now broken little gasping noises as he comes down, breathing slowing again -- and he can admit that he's never been more turned on in his life.
Jungkook takes a deep breath, lets out a long, slow exhale. There's a shuffling sound, and then the audio cuts out.
Namjoon sits there in his bedroom in perfect silence, and he whimpers.
He feels like he's melting. He's so hard, he aches. He can't think about anything but the fact that Jungkook recorded that -- recorded himself -- and then sent it to Namjoon. He sent that to Namjoon deliberately, expecting Namjoon to listen.
And then, Namjoon abruptly remembers, Jungkook sent another one. There's another file sitting in their chatroom right now, recording15, because Jungkook has sent Namjoon two but has at least fifteen of these files named.
Namjoon thinks he really is going to melt.
He takes a deep breath and stares at his phone screen, at the chatroom and all the messages from Jungkook. He types out his own message.
i listened to the first one
And then he watches until the message is marked as read.
Jungkook writes back after a short pause.
really? did you like it?
Namjoon chokes. He liked it, he thinks a little miserably, looking down at where he's still achingly hard. It feels weird to admit that to Jungkook -- yeah, Namjoon liked the recording of him getting off.
He types up a message and hits send before he can chicken out.
i did
Jungkook answers almost immediately.
listen to the next one
Fuck, Namjoon was trying not to think about the second audio file, recording15, sitting right there in the chatroom.
He doesn't answer, but he knows he doesn't have to. Jungkook knows what he's doing.
He downloads recording15, double checks his airpods again, and presses play.
He can tell immediately, this file is different. Recording12 was three minutes long, and it was slow and soft. Like Jungkook had just been teasing himself, working up to the finish little by little, taking his time.
Recording15 is not that. Namjoon presses play and instantly hears it -- fast panting, a sharp inhale, and then a loud moan almost like a cry. The sound climbs and arcs, tumbling down into a pained whine. Then Jungkook cries out again. And again. He's so loud, Namjoon wonders where he recorded this. How no one else heard.
Jungkook's breathing speeds up in the recording, cutting off his moaning because he doesn't have the breath, and Namjoon recognizes the sound from the last file -- Jungkook is close.
Namjoon's hand releases its grip on his thigh, and he flattens his palm over the bulge in his sweats. He hisses at the contact, and then he holds his breath so he doesn't miss a second of the audio still playing.
Jungkook is panting, each breath curling into a whining moan, and if Namjoon listens closely, he can hear another wet sound in the background. It's different from the sound on the first video, not like Jungkook is stroking himself off, but almost like he's being --
"Hyung."
Namjoon doesn't have time to process what he just heard, because then Jungkook is crying out again, hiccuping his breaths as he comes on the recording. Namjoon grips himself tight but doesn't move as he listens to Jungkook release a heavy breath, then the recording ends.
What the fuck.
Namjoon stares at the file, still open on his phone. It's only 57 seconds long. He presses play again, and skips ahead to 45 seconds.
There it is again. There's no mistaking it. Jungkook called out right as he came, and he said exactly what Namjoon thought.
It doesn't mean anything, Namjoon tells himself. It could be anyone. It could even be no one, just something Jungkook said because he thought it was hot. Namjoon releases a shaky breath and tries not to jump to conclusions.
Namjoon squeezes his cock through his sweats and almost moans at how it feels, just a little bit of sensation after being so turned on and denying himself. But he feels almost wrong to think about jerking off after listening to Jungkook like that.
He knows Jungkook sent him those files for a reason, that he waited until the middle of the night for a reason. but Namjoon can't quite accept it. There's all these years of friendship and feelings between them that Namjoon can't just, turn off. So he holds back.
He sits on his bed, takes his hand away from his dick, and sends another message to Jungkook.
i listened to it
He watches the screen, but this time it takes longer for the message to be read. So long that he starts to worry. But then his phone lights up with a notification.
hang on
That’s all it says, and Namjoon furrows his brows, frowning down at his screen because he doesn't understand what that means. He watches, and he waits, and the minutes tick by in agonizing silence. It's so quiet, he can hear the blood in his ears.
Finally, finally, after what feels like years, Namjoon receives another message.
It's a new audio file. This one is named recording19, and Namjoon takes another second to wonder just how many of these Jungkook has before he immediately downloads it.
Before he can press play, Jungkook sends another message. This one is just a smiling emoji. Namjoon stares at it, decides not to think about it, and then he presses play on recording19.
It starts like recording12, and it's long, almost five minutes. Jungkook's breathing is slow and steady, and his whines are soft. Just quiet noises that punctuate the otherwise silent audio. There's not even the quiet sounds of Jungkook touching himself like recording12.
Then he hears the shuffling of sheets, a soft click, and after another second, Jungkook moans deep in his chest, like relief. There's the sound again, so slow Namjoon can barely hear it. But he's positive, Jungkook is touching himself. Namjoon's hand drifts back to his sweats.
His hand slips under his waistband as he listens. He doesn’t wrap his fingers around himself, just runs his fingertips up and down the length, rests his thumb against the head. It doesn’t feel like enough, nowhere near enough, but it feels good. He imagines Jungkook doing the same.
He listens to the sounds Jungkook makes, soft and quiet but getting a little faster, a little louder, and he touches himself. He slides his index finger higher, stroking over that sensitive spot beneath the head of his dick, and he shudders, gasping, trying to breathe as quietly as possible.
Jungkook moans again on the recording, and Namjoon can feel it, the sound rushing over his skin, through his muscles, electric with desire. He burns with it, so hot he can feel himself on the edge already, even though he's barely touched himself.
Namjoon listens to Jungkook's breath hitch, a little choking sound, and then he laughs. It's a small noise, just a rush of breath, but Namjoon recognizes it, and his chest tightens. Then there's a new sound -- Jungkook's phone notification. A little ding in the background.
Jungkook stops. He laughs again in the recording, and Namjoon hears more shuffling of sheets as he shifts on his bed. Then he speaks, and Namjoon's heart stops.
“Oh," Jungkook sighs, voice deep and rough. "You listened to it."
Everything stops. The world disappears and Namjoon’s mind shuts down until the only thought in his head is the realization that Jungkook recorded this file just a few minutes ago. He recorded this while he was texting Namjoon.
Jungkook exhales again in Namjoon’s headphones, voice shaky and impatient, and Namjoon knows that in the recording, he's typing out a message that says, hang on.
There's a soft sound and then a thump, which Namjoon can only assume is Jungkook flinging himself back onto his pillows after sending it.
Jungkook laughs again, and then he says, "Listen to me, hyung."
Namjoon feels like he can't breathe. Jungkook moans again, the sound clear and rich like he's moaning directly into Namjoon's ear. It seems like he's done with teasing, done with drawing it out.
Jungkook's hand speeds up. Namjoon can hear the wet sounds, the occasional soft slap when his palm hits his stomach, the rustling of his sheets as he moves faster and faster. And Namjoon hears his breathing.
That's what has Namjoon biting his lip to keep from making a noise, even as he gives in and strokes himself along with the recording. Jungkook's breathing picking up, coming in leaps and gasps, catching in his throat because his body can't keep up.
Then it breaks. Jungkook whines, muffled like he's biting his lip, and he gasps loud into the mic. "Hyung," he breathes again, and then Namjoon hears it. The cascade of gasps and whimpers as Jungkook comes. "Listen," he demands, and Namjoon couldn't disobey if he tried.
He listens to Jungkook come on the recording, the now familiar way he whimpers and sighs as he finishes, the way he breathes so slowly as he's coming down. Namjoon listens and squeezes his eyes shut, imagines what Jungkook might look like when he comes and sounds so pretty.
Then the audio ends. It cuts out suddenly, and Namjoon is left in the silence of his bedroom.
He sits there for a long moment, letting all of those sensations sink in. Then he types out a shaky message to Jungkook.
i listened
Namjoon doesn't wait to see when Jungkook reads the message. He just navigates back to recording19 and presses play again.
He ignores everything else. All the worries and guilt and any thoughts he could have, just lays back in his bed and closes his eyes, and listens.
When his phone goes off, he's almost forgotten about his message to Jungkook. But then he looks down at his phone and sees Jungkook replied to him, and he reads the message with Jungkook's moaning still playing in his ear.
did you cum?
Namjoon laughs, an exasperated sigh, and pulls his hand from his sweats. He types his answer with both hands.
no
It only takes a moment for Jungkook to reply, and Namjoon wonders if he had already typed the message and was just waiting for Namjoon to answer.
can i come over?
Namjoon doesn't have to think, just types yes and sends it and listens to Jungkook moaning while he waits for Jungkook to come over.
Jungkook whimpers in his ear just as there's a knock on Namjoon's bedroom door. Namjoon doesn't have to ask to know who it is.
"Come in," Namjoon says, just loud enough to be heard in the quiet of the night. The door swings open a moment later, and Namjoon lifts his head from his pillow to look.
Jungkook's beaming that wide, warm smile at him.
Jungkook takes a step into Namjoon's room and closes the door behind him, then locks it.
Namjoon leans up on his elbows so he can watch Jungkook come closer, smiling back at him. When Jungkook stops beside Namjoon's bed, Namjoon reaches out to touch.
Jungkook grasps his hand and threads their fingers together. "Did you like them?" he asks, voice eager for approval.
Namjoon laughs up at him. "What do you think?" he asks. He's clearly still hard in his pants, and he's sweaty and flushed even though he barely touched himself.
Jungkook beams down at him, proud of himself, and Namjoon is hopelessly endeared. Then, Namjoon watches his eyes flit to Namjoon's crotch, then back up to his face. Namjoon knows what he's going to ask before he asks it.
"Can I?"
Namjoon breathes out the heavy breath he didn't know he was holding. "Come here," he says, and reaches out to grab Jungkook's hip and pull him closer.
Jungkook clamors into bed immediately. He straddles Namjoon's thighs and grins down at him, eyes wide and thrilled. He leans in close, but he hesitates at the last second. He exhales, breath trembling, and Namjoon can hear him. He listens, and he feels Jungkook's breath across his lips.
Namjoon leans in closer, and kisses him.
Jungkook's hands cup Namjoon's jaw, fingertips gentle against his neck, and he feels warm. Jungkook kisses him so sweetly, like he's trying to savor each moment. He tilts his head and whimpers, the sound so clear and full, Namjoon feels it shudder through his whole body.
Namjoon breathes in deep and feels Jungkook breathing with him, body trembling above him. Namjoon sits up, pushing up into Jungkook so he can wrap his arms around Jungkook's waist. He pulls Jungkook closer and groans into his mouth, and Jungkook swallows it down.
Then Jungkook moans loudly, too loudly, and Namjoon has a sudden realization: his headphones are still in his ears. He reaches up to tug them out so he can hear Jungkook completely, without anything between them. Jungkook laughs when he realizes what Namjoon's done, and that's the prettiest noise he's heard tonight.
"You sound so good," Namjoon sighs against Jungkook's lips. He feels Jungkook smile as he kisses back, hands drifting around to clutch at the back of Namjoon's neck, at his shoulders. Jungkook kisses him again, and then he moans, grinding his hips forward into Namjoon's.
There's the sounds again, pretty little noises kissed into Namjoon's lips. Namjoon can hear him, whines and whimpers and the soft beginnings of moans, but he can feel him too. The vibrations against his lips when Jungkook hums, the way his body shudders as he breathes.
Namjoon's fingertips dig into Jungkook's hips, holding on tight and pulling Jungkook even closer. He gasps and then groans into Jungkook's mouth, and Jungkook licks his lips like he can taste the sound.
Namjoon thinks he gasps out Jungkook's name, but he can't hear anything over the rush in his ears, the pounding of blood in his veins. Jungkook rolls his hips again, clutching tighter to Namjoon's shoulders.
Jungkook pulls away from their kiss to get better leverage, and Namjoon groans at the loss until he realizes the new position puts Jungkook's lips against the shell of Namjoon's ear, where he can hear every soft sound Jungkook makes, just for Namjoon.
He slips an arm around Jungkook's waist, across the small of his back to pull him closer, until their chests are pressed together and Jungkook's arms are wrapped tight around Namjoon's neck. He breathes into Namjoon's ear, sighing and moaning as he rocks his hips down.
It feels tight, crushed together, barely able to move but it's so fucking good. The way Jungkook moves against him is barely enough, bordering on painful the way his cock is trapped between their bodies, the way the fabric of his sweats drags against sensitive skin.
But Namjoon knows he could come like this. With Jungkook above him, around him, breathing those pretty sounds into his ear and holding him through it.
"Jungkook," he sighs, voice muffled into Jungkook's shoulder.
Jungkook just moans again, and kisses the side of his head.
Namjoon's fingertips dig into Jungkook's sides, so hard they ache. He turns his head, buries his face in Jungkook's neck, kisses along his throat. Namjoon feels his whole body tensing up. Jungkook breathes into his ear, another whimper when Namjoon sucks a mark into his neck.
Namjoon can taste it -- the sweat on Jungkook's skin and the echo of his moans and the trembling of his muscles, the way his hips kick forward as Namjoon bites down -- he's going to come. Namjoon clutches Jungkook tighter to him, holds his breath and then --
He feels it wash over him, the way every muscle in his body tenses for just a moment, then shudders. He loses his grip on Jungkook's shirt, tightens his arm and clutches for his side again, desperate to hang on. He breathes hot and heavy against Jungkook's neck, and Jungkook just holds him through it. Jungkook kisses Namjoon's ear and hums, a deep, content sigh, like he's the one who just finished.
Namjoon savors that sound too, wonders how many new ones he can get Jungkook to make for him.
When his body goes lax, sensations other than Jungkook start to sink in. The tacky feeling of his clothes sticking to his skin from sweat, because they were in too much of a rush to undress. The wet spot in his pants because he was too turned on to wait. The hum of the air conditioning and the chill across his bare skin. The way his hair is stuck to his face and he probably looks ridiculous. But when Jungkook pulls away and smiles down at him, Namjoon can't bring himself to care.
"Hey," Jungkook says. His voice is soft.
"Hey," Namjoon answers. His voice is still rough.
Jungkook leans down and kisses him. Namjoon smiles into it.
When Jungkook pulls away, they're both still smiling.
"Did you like it?" Jungkook asks again, and Namjoon laughs. But this time he leans in and kisses Jungkook again.
"Of course," Namjoon tells him between kisses. "Like you."
Jungkook pulls away, and when he looks at Namjoon, his eyes are wide and shining like stars. "Really?" he asks. He sounds breathless.
Namjoon smiles, reaches up to brush his fingertips along the cut of Jungkook's cheekbone, just under his eye. He hums, and Jungkook listens.
Jungkook breaks into a wide grin. "I do too," he laughs. "For so long, I thought you knew but didn't --" He doesn't finish. No reason to dwell on that. "This wasn't how I imagined confessing though," he admits.
Namjoon laughs then too, something full and loud, not the quiet chuckles from before. He laughs and he clutches Jungkook close to him. "You mean you didn't record nineteen files of yourself getting off as part of an elaborate plan to seduce me?"
Jungkook flushes red, but he fights back. "Hey! You mean you didn't accidentally play your porn in the car with me as part of an elaborate plan to seduce me?"
Namjoon snorts. "Hey, that was actually an accident."
"And I was actually afraid I was gonna get hard while driving with you sitting right next to me!" Jungkook exclaims, a little louder than he intended.
They both stare at each other in the silence of the room after his outburst, waiting to see if anyone else heard.
After a long moment of silence, no other sounds of stirring or voices asking who the fuck is yelling in the middle of the night, they both break into smiles. Jungkook laughs with his hand over his mouth to stifle the sound, and Namjoon just smiles and listens.
When Jungkook's laughter calms, he smiles down at Namjoon again. He reaches up to brush Namjoon's sweaty bangs from his face, and Namjoon watches the fond expression in his eyes turn mischievous. "You know, if you're interested, I can send you the rest of the files."
Namjoon chokes. "Yeah," he manages to say through a gasping breath. "Yeah, please do."
Jungkook grins, and kisses him on the lips.
Namjoon ends up reorganizing his music library. He has a special playlist, tucked away with an innocuous title. If someone were to open it, they'd see what looks like a bunch of voice notes -- short files all labeled "recording" with a number at the end.
There's about 25 files now, but the playlist is steadily growing.
Namjoon likes to listen to it on repeat.