NO. DON’T PACK IT UP!! GIVE ME MORE.

So: Namjoon’s not the smooth, composed type here. He’s the kind of pretty, slutty disaster who overthinks nothing and feels everything. He and Jimin hook up one night, a drunken mishap thing and Jimin’s fun, flirtatious and writes his number on namjoon’s ass and the ink gets smudged and Namjoon notes the wrong one when he wakes up, he sends a photo, jeans unbuttoned and showing half his ass with something like “miss me yet?”

Except it doesn’t go to Jimin. It goes to Yoongi.

Now, Yoongi’s in his late thirties. Permanently unimpressed. The kind of man who types with one thumb and reads every message twice before replying. He opens Namjoon’s photo and just stares, stunned.

He tries to respond but the tone gets lost in translation because it’s texting, you know?
Namjoon, in all his earnest, slutty glory, thinks it’s a kind of foreplay, he thinks Jimin’s being mean on purpose, and honestly? That’s kind of hot. So he doubles down, sends another pic, something even filthier. He’s grinning at his own reflection, saying stuff like “you don’t have to pretend you didn’t like it last time or miss having me under you?”

Yoongi’s typing back paragraphs trying to shut it down, but every message comes out dry and blunt, which just reads as dominant to Namjoon.
He’s like oh you’re meaner today, I like that.

Cue Yoongi getting turned on because c’mon how can he resist? Having a crisis over that and then falling for Namjoon because oh, the angst.