Namjoon was more than frustrated as he looked down at his little notebook with scribbles all over it. He felt like he hadn't slept in days— maybe he hadn't. This week was absolutely terrible for him. His rental bike got stuck on Monday, then later on that day he was too distracted by finding out how he'd pay for it that he couldn't write music like usual.

  On Tuesday, his mom called, angry because he "won't take time off of work to come see family" and that "family is more important than that fake job of yours, Joonie."

  Wednesday wasn't any better. He almost burnt his apartment down, which made him late to work— but that didn't really matter considering he doesn't have a certain time to be there, but he tries to go at least before lunch.

  Yesterday, Thursday, was a little better because he finally got some work done, getting reassuring memos by his work friend, Hoseok.

  Hoseok.

  Namjoon glanced over at him, realizing that he also had a bit of a frustrated look on his face. He was clicking away on his computer in their shared office room, making annoying sounds, but Namjoon didn't mention it.

  Instead, he sighed.

  "I can't write for shit." He placed his pencil harshly on his notebook. Namjoon felt like everything was on them. The two main lyric writers and song producers of BigHit. (a/n: they work for bighit, not in bts)

  Hoseok obviously felt the same way, but he had a better time with coping with it. He nodded, still staring at his computer.

  They both had been at work for hours, but no inspiration came to their minds.

  "I feel like I should read a dictionary for some type of idea of what to write." Hoseok sighed. Namjoon tilted his head to the side, actually considering what he just said. "Besides," Hoseok continued. "How are we supposed to make this album 'sexy' if I haven't gotten laid since a decade ago?" He asked.

  The younger laughed at him, feeling the struggle with him. "Whatever we write, I'm sure that Taehyung can make it sound sexy, anyways." He explained, thinking about how easily fans get aroused by the singer's voice.

  "True.." Hoseok hummed. "I still don't have any idea of what to write, though."

  Namjoon tilted back in his chair and turned to look at his friend. He was now staring at the floor, biting on his lower lip.

  "Go get some inspiration, then."

  Hoseok chuckled. "Right. Who am I supposed to fuck? I don't do random people—"

  "Woah, woah." Namjoon's eyes widened. "Who said anything about fucking?"

  "Do you expect me to get sexual lyrics from looking at pictures of dogs?" Hoseok furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at Namjoon.

  Namjoon just stared back at him. They had never spoken about things like this. They hadn't even really discussed relationships that much— probably because they have no time for it. Hoseok wasn't exaggerating when he said it had been a decade since he'd gotten laid.

  "No.." Joon glanced away from him, hating the way he was just staring at him. "You don't like anyone? What about a staff member? There's no girls in here that you're interested in?" He asked, trying to be helpful.

  He could feel Hoseok staring into him as the room went silent. When Namjoon looked back at him again, he was fiddling with his shirt uncomfortably as he was in deep thought.

  "I'll take that as a yes?" Namjoon asked.

  Hoseok shook his head harshly. "I don't like any women at all, Joon." He chuckled. "I- I don't like women." He mumbled.

  Oh.

  Namjoon's eyes widened as large as quarters, shock taking over him. "You're gay?" He asked, letting the stupid question roll off his tongue.

  His friend nodded his head and sunk into his seat. "I thought you knew that.." He said.

  "No." Namjoon chuckled. He had a lot of questions, but decided not to ask them.

  Hoseok frowned. "I'm sorry."

  "Why are you sorry?" Namjoon asked.

  "For.. I don't know."

  Namjoon watched as Hoseok turned back to his computer, becoming tense. "You know, I could use some inspiration as well."

  Hoseok raised his eyebrows as he turned back to him. "Well, if you like one of the staff, then maybe you should go try to—"

  "Why would I do that when you're sitting right in front of me?" Namjoon cut him off. Wide eyes pierced into his as he smirked. "Come on.. We both have the same problem and we're already in the same room. Do the math."

  "A- Are you even gay?" Hoseok asked.

  "Pan- But that's not important." Namjoon shook his head. "No strings attached. Just you, me, pleasure and forgetting it all." He said.

  Hoseok's whole body felt like it was boiling. "Are you- You're serious?" He asked.

  Namjoon eyed Hoseok, looking at his loose shirt that was tucked into his ripped jeans, all of a sudden wanting to rip them off. He had never known or even thought about his friend's sexuality. Now that he knows he's attracted to men, maybe they could use this.

  Maybe they won't have to remember this tomorrow, after they have their minds straight and finally functioning.

  "Come here," Namjoon lifted himself from his seat and sat on the couch behind his desk. He looked over to Hoseok and spread his legs a little. He patted his hand lightly on his thigh and smiled. "I'll show you I'm serious."

  Hoseok couldn't help but burn at the thought of what could possibly happen. Namjoon really wants to go through with this. Should they?

  He got out of his seat and made his way towards the younger, feeling his eyes on him. When he got close enough, Namjoon wrapped his large hand around Hoseok's wrist and pulled him forward, making him straddle him.

  His knees hit the couch harshly as Namjoon did that, making Hoseok gasp slightly. He gasped even more when Namjoon suddenly pulled his neck forward and pressed their lips together hungrily. He had never thought of kissing Namjoon like this, but now that their lips are attached, he doesn't want to let go.

  They both sighed into the kiss as Namjoon sucked on his bottom lip, making him move his hips naturally, as if this were supposed to happen. Namjoon groaned as Hoseok rubbed against his dick, making it grow hard.

  "Damn, Seok." He pulled away from his lips and looked into his dark eyes.

  "S-Sorry—"

  Namjoon wrapped his arms around him, pulled him forward and pressed his dick onto his clothed ass, not letting his moan escape as he pressed his lips against his again.

  Hoseok was trying to control himself as Namjoon lifted his pants and slid his fingers in to touch the skin right above his ass.

  He rolled his hips against Namjoon as he trailed his kisses down Hoseok's jaw and kissed on his neck. "N-Namjoon, should we be- ah~"

  "Should we what?" Namjoon smirked as he palmed Hoseok's cock, making him suddenly become very needy. "Looks like you want it."

  Hoseok nodded his head. "Y-Yeah."

  His voice was shaky and his eyes were closed as Namjoon made his body feel this way. Neither of them ever would've thought that they'd be here doing this, but they are.

  Namjoon stopped palming Hoseok and pulled his shirt off of him, watching as his chest rose and fell quickly. He kissed Hoseok's nipple, making him wrap his hands around Namjoon's neck, pulling him closer to his skin.

  "What a-are we doing.." Hoseok mumbled as Namjoon started to unbutton his pants.

  "I'm going to make you feel good, okay?" Namjoon reassured him as he looked into his feared eyes. "You'll feel amazing, baby."

  Hoseok loved the feeling of names and their skin rubbing against each other. It felt so foreign and forgotten to him. "O-Okay."

  The younger finished unbuttoning Hoseok's pants and lifted him to pull them off him. He threw the pants and they almost landed on his desk, but he didn't care. He pulled off Hoseok's boxers next, not wanting to wait longer.

  Hoseok was still in shock, just letting Namjoon completely take over. He let Namjoon take his own pants off halfway, letting them stay at his knees. Hoseok didn't care. He needed this now. Wanted it.

  He watched as Namjoon reached to his drawer of his desk and pulled out a hidden bottle of lube.

  "Wait- When do you-"

  "I have needs, too." Namjoon said.

  Hoseok didn't want to mention yeah, but this is my office too, but he didn't. Not when he was too busy being pulled into another kiss. Not when his best friend was grabbing his ass and squeezing it like a toy of his own.

  Namjoon covered his fingers with the cold lube, putting a generous amount on them before he stuck a finger right at Hoseok's hole. "Are you sure?" He asked as he played with it, letting his finger massage it.

  "Y-Yes." Hoseok moaned slightly.

  The sound made Namjoon smirk as Hoseok laid his head on his shoulder, preparing himself for what was going to come.

  When Namjoon stuck his finger slowly in, Hoseok pushed down on it. He chuckled as the smaller man buried his finger with his ass.

  "Needy.." Namjoon whispered.

  "I- I am." Hoseok mumbled against Namjoon's neck, lips brushing his skin.

  Namjoon smiled as Hoseok began fucking himself on his finger. "You're so tight." He shoved his finger deep in as Hoseok lowered into him, making him moan breathlessly.

  "A-Add another." He said.

  Namjoon shook his head and felt Hoseok's nose press harshly into his neck.

  "P-Please." He begged.

  That made Namjoon click. "Okay, baby." He lined his second finger up to his hole and Hoseok moaned as he fucked himself down onto it. "Such a good boy." Namjoon said.

  Hoseok felt like he could absolutely die- felt like Namjoon knew all the right things to do and say when it comes to what he wants.

  When the third finger was added, he stopped holding back his moans. It's no use.

  He opened his eyes slightly and wrapped his hand around Namjoon's dick, making his fingers curl into Hoseok. "Fuck, Seok."

  He moved his hand slowly on him. "I want it." He said as he looked into Namjoon's eyes.

  Namjoon took his fingers out, being quick to pull Hoseok up and line his dick up to his hole. He let Hoseok inch down onto him, hissing at how his hole felt around his length.

  When Hoseok was finally filled, he sat there for a minute, gripping tightly onto Namjoon's hair. It had been forever since he last felt this, but feeling Namjoon is something different.

  He began to fuck himself on the younger, not caring that it was slightly hurting him. He knew that the pleasure would come soon.

  Hoseok moaned, becoming whiny as he rode Namjoon. It felt so amazing to both of them.

  "You're doing so- so fucking good, baby."

  Hoseok moaned at the nickname. He loved it. He rolled his hips more, moaning louder as he felt Namjoon's dick press against his spot.

  "Does that feel good, baby?" Namjoon asked. Hoseok nodded his head right before Namjoon began taking action into his own hands. He thrusted upwards, hitting the same spot over and over again. Hoseok was a moaning mess while Namjoon was too focused on trying to make him feel satisfied with this.

  "I- I'm gonna—"

  "Do it, baby." Namjoon nearly growled.

  Hoseok felt like he couldn't feel anything except for the feeling inside his stomach.

  Eventually, he released all over himself and Namjoon. He felt bad for doing so, but Namjoon didn't seem to care as he continued to fuck Hoseok's hole, which felt abused.

  "I- I'm close, baby." Namjoon grunted as Hoseok whined. "Don't worry." He said.

  When he finally came, everything seemed to have stopped. Everything seemed to have stopped when they wiped each other off, still being the same caring friends as usual.

  And everything seemed to stop when they both found themselves sitting silent at their desks. Sure, they could write lots now about the satisfaction and how they felt. The pleasure. The feeling of skin against them. The beautiful moment defined as sex.

  But.. Should they?

  Should they really write out of inspiration by being fucked and fucking the other?

  Will everything actually be okay with them? They aren't speaking— not that they were much before, but now it's just tense.

  The air makes them suffocate.

  The feeling is overwhelming.

  But, they can't do a single thing about it. One suggested it and the other agreed. He didn't have to. Neither of them did. But now that they did have sex, what are they supposed to do?

  Pretend it didn't happen?

  Do it again?

  Stop being friends?

  Be more than friends?

  What do they do?

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