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It was really fucking weird.
Yeah, Seokjin had a tendency to bottle up his emotions and not tell anyone until it was too late, but this felt different. Seokjin was angry and had been refusing to talk to anyone for the past week, barely leaving his bed as well, only to eat occasionally or use the bathroom.
“Hyung, you need to talk to Jin-” Jungkook’s voice was small and almost scared. “-he won’t talk to any of us, please.” He sniffled and looked away. “It hurts to see Jin like this, hyung. Please make him better.”
All Namjoon could do to comfort the youngest was place a reassuring hand on his shoulder, saying that he would talk to Seokjin soon.
Without care, Namjoon swung open the door to Seokjin’s room, not caring about the invasion of privacy.
“What the fuck are you doing here.” Seokjin seethed, his eyes were red and his cheeks were wet; he’d been crying. He was lying on his bed, clutching pillow to his chest.
“Hyung-” Namjoon took a few hesitant steps toward the crying man. He’d never seen Seokjin like this, ever. Seokjin had always been one of the more emotionally strong members, along with Namjoon himself and Yoongi, but now it was like Namjoon was looking at a complete stranger. “-what happened?”
Seokjin snorted and laid his face back down on a pillow, burying himself in it. “Fuck off.”
“Why are you swearing so much?” Namjoon questioned. The older man had never been a frequent user of colourful metaphors, usually the maknaes and Yoongi occasionally made up most of the swear words used in their dorm.
“Because I’m up-upset. Isn’t it obvious?” Seokjin said in between sniffles. “Get the fuck out, Namjoon. I don’t want to see you or talk to you especially.” He spat.
“Hyung, what did I do? Did I do something to upset you?” Namjoon was totally lost. He had no idea what he did, if he did anything.
“Oh, so now you don’t remember?” Seokjin sat up and looked at Namjoon, who was standing there awkwardly, with red, puffy eyes and lips. “Typical. I should have expected that from someone like you.”
“Seokjin, what are you talking about?” Namjoon raised his voice slightly, utterly baffled at what the elder was accusing him of. “What did I do?”
Seokjin sucked in air through his teeth as he flopped back down onto the bed, tightening his grip on the pillow, holding it as close to him as possible. “Just go away, Namjoon.”
“No.” Came Namjoon’s final answer, stating it firmly. “You’re going to tell me what or who made you feel like this. I don’t like this Seokjin I see in front of me, and neither do the rest of us. We want the caring, funny, and adorable Seokjin-hyung back, and I’m not leaving until he comes back, so.” Namjoon sat down on a vacant chair close to Seokjin’s computer, crossing his legs and cocking his head to look at the older man on the bed.
“Well, you’re going to be here for a long fucking time because you are the last person I want to talk about it to.” Seokjin snapped, turning his head away from Namjoon and pointing his ass at the younger man instead.
Namjoon only chuckled. “I’m comfortable right here, thank you very much.”
And so the standoff started. Would Seokjin cave and tell Namjoon was happened? Or would Namjoon spend days sitting there, not getting a word out of Seokjin?
Hours were passing without a response from Seokjin.
“You look ugly when you cry, hyung.”
“Puffy lips like that aren’t attractive.”
“Your skin looks all blotchy.”
“Your hair is sticking up.”
“Hyung, it’s so ugly when you-”
“What the fuck do you want me to do then!? Huh?!” Seokjin practically screamed and he was sure the rest of the members heard it too. “Do you know how horrible it feels when the person you love the most is telling you things like that!?” Seokjin lowered his voice, but only slightly. “You make me feel like garbage every fucking day, Namjoon, and I still love you so much!” Seokjin broke down again. “Remember that interview last week? Hmm? Where you looked me in the eye and told me I wasn’t even that attractive? That I wasn’t even that smart? That my singing sucks even though I practise a lot? You don’t think I don’t know that?” He was sobbing now, catching his breath in between words. “I was never confident. I say that I’m handsome all the time as a fucking joke. But you, you really know how to hurt someone, don’t you? Even when we were younger, in our debut days, you’d tease me endlessly about any imperfection you saw in me.” Seokjin’s voice finally dropped down to a whisper. “I hate you, Namjoon. But I fucking love you.”
“Hyun-”
“I don’t want to fucking hear it. Please-” Seokjin cleared his throat. “-just leave me alone. You’ve hurt me enough. I don’t want to hear it.”
“Will you shut the fuck up and let me talk?” Namjoon fired back, standing up from his spot to walk over to Seokjin, leaning over him slightly as he got there, clenching his fists. “I didn’t know. Okay?”
Seokjin rolled over to the other side, pointing his back towards the taller man. “Well, now you do, at the cost of my eternal fucking embarrassment.”
“You love me?” Namjoon hesitated. “Like, like in that way?”
Muffled, Seokjin answered. “Yes. Wasn’t it fucking obvious?”
“Not really, but then again, I’m shit at picking up signals.” Namjoon shrugged as he reached a hand out to touch Seokjin’s arm.
The older man flinched at the touch and attempted to swat Namjoon’s hand away, gasping when Namjoon tightened his grip and pulled Seokjin upright.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Seokjin screeched, flailing in Namjoon’s grasp.
“I want answers, and I’m going to fucking get them, whether you like it or not.” Namjoon grabbed both of Seokjin’s arms and pinned them against the bed, climbing over a writhing Seokjin to straddle him, Namjoon’s weight anchoring the older man down.
“Yah! You can’t do this!” Seokjin squirmed with all his strength, kicking his feet up and down, his torso moving side to side, and his hips bucking up into Namjoon, hoping to hit the taller man in a sensitive spot and finally kick him off.
As Seokjin wriggled, Namjoon pressed himself roughly onto Seokjin, and with that, he immediately stopped thrashing around.
It registered in Seokjin’s mind. Namjoon had an erection. He was aroused right now.
“You-” Seokjin was silenced by a finger being placed over his lips.
“Shh.” Namjoon put his finger into Seokjin’s mouth. “Suck.”
Seokjin didn’t really have a choice but to comply, but he’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t want to follow instructions.
“Na-”
Namjoon grinded his erection against Seokjin’s inner thigh, forcefully inserting another finger into the older man’s mouth. “Keep sucking.”
The sounds Seokjin made were absolutely lewd, and he was only sucking on fingers. Imagine if he was sucking on-
Namjoon thrusted a third finger into Seokjin’s mouth and ducked down so he could whisper something against Seokjin’s ear. “Is this what you wanted?”
Mouth full, Seokjin could only nod, saliva escaping from the corner of his mouth as he felt Namjoon’s cock press against him, deliciously hard.
“Do you want to suck on something else?” Namjoon lifted his head up to look Seokjin in the eye. “Hmm?” Raising an eyebrow, he climbed off of Seokjin and removed his fingers from the older man’s mouth, Seokjin letting them go with an audible ‘pop’.
Seokjin eagerly kneeled on the floor in front of Namjoon, looking up at him with twinkling eyes.
“Aw, baby.” Namjoon undid his belt. “You wanna suck me off that badly?”
“Even though you’re mean to me-” Seokjin’s voice shook a little bit as he heard Namjoon’s jeans dropping to the floor. “-I want to make you feel g-good. And maybe-” Seokjin shrugged his shoulders. “-you might love me too.”
Namjoon crouched down to meet Seokjin’s eyes. “Baby, you have to understand. I had to say mean shit like that so people would think that I’m straight and shit. When I first saw you, fuck, I imagined how it’d feel to kiss you and hold your hand.” Namjoon stood up again. “You’re not the only one who fell in love, Jinnie.”
Seokjin felt his heart flutter.
“Now, suck. I’ve been waiting a long fucking time for this.”
Seokjin nodded eagerly and got into a comfortable position on his knees. Licking the tip of Namjoon’s cock a few times, teasingly, before engulfing most of his length into his warm mouth. He made sure to look up at Namjoon, eyes wide open and the best smile he could do with a mouthful of cock. Seokjin was blushing as he bobbed back and forth on Namjoon’s length, hearing Namjoon moan softly under his breath every time Seokjin licked the head.
“Fuck, Seokjin-” Namjoon groaned as Seokjin’s tongue worked its way expertly under the head of his cock, licking long strips up and down the underside. “-don’t wanna come like this.”
Seokjin felt giddy, hoping that meant Namjoon wanted to fuck him. Pulling his mouth off of the younger’s cock, he felt an insane burst of confidence suddenly and decided to ask. “Do you want to fuck me?” His voice was small and not as confident-sounding as he thought it would be.
“Fuck yes.” Namjoon helped Seokjin up off the floor, bending him over the edge of the bed as he removed the older man’s shirt and peeled off his pants, tossing them on the floor. “Can I?”
“Mmm-” Was all Seokjin managed to get out.
Namjoon looked at the beautiful sight in front of him, all of Seokjin’s creamy skin on display, just for him. Namjoon felt his cock twitch as his eyes rested on the other man’s ass. It was round and plump and Namjoon just wanted to grab it and spank it until it was red.
So he did exactly that.
“Do you want more?”
“Y-yes!” Seokjin sobbed. “Please!”
Namjoon raised his hand, quickly closing the distance between it and Seokjin’s ass with a loud smack as Seokjin’s muffled crying was heard throughout the room.
“I didn’t know our oldest hyung loved to be dominated like this.” Namjoon purred into Seokjin’s ear, his hands rubbing circles onto Seokjin’s abused flesh.
“O-only by you-” Seokjin choked out, face flushed red and lips swollen.
“You know-” Namjoon stood Seokjin up and turned the other man towards him. “-I’ve always thought you were extremely beautiful, Kim Seokjin.” Namjoon pulled Seokjin into a kiss, starting out slow at first, but quickly deeping it as his hands roamed backward to the older man’s ass. Even Seokjin was getting frisky as he took Namjoon’s cock into his hand, stroking it as he moaned into the taller man’s mouth.
“You’re so fucking dirty, Seokjin.” Namjoon nibbled on Seokjin’s bottom lip. “I fucking love it.” The younger broke the kiss and looked at Seokjin with lust. “How do you want it, baby?”
Seokjin blushed. “C-can I ride you?”
“Of course you can.”
Namjoon situated himself on the bed, Seokjin sitting impatiently next to him, occasionally grabbing at his cock.
“Come on, baby. Let me open you up.” Namjoon didn’t even ask as he reached into Seokjin’s nightstand drawer, finding a small, nondescript bottle. Smirking as he picked it up, Namjoon guided Seokjin onto his lap as he drizzled lube onto his fingers.
“Oh-” Seokjin gasped as he felt Namjoon’s cold, wet fingers poke at his entrance. He moaned as a finger slipped inside him, hearing Namjoon praise him as he fucked himself on the younger man’s finger. Another finger found its way inside Seokjin, the other man setting a good pace to get Seokjin ready. Thrusting in and out quickly now, Namjoon added another finger, feeling Seokjin’s walls stretch to accommodate it.
“Mmm, baby, you’re so tight, aren’t you?” Namjoon whispered. “I bet you’d feel amazing around my cock.” He growled.
“Yes, yes, I-” Seokjin started fucking himself a little faster, desperate for pleasure. “-want you inside me, now!”
“Alright, baby.” Namjoon slipped his fingers out of Seokjin and made the older man hover on top of his cock for a few seconds, the tip of his cock brushing against Seokjin’s stretched hole. “Ready?”
“Mmm!”
And with that, Namjoon pushed himself inside Seokjin slowly, wanting to feel Seokjin stretch around him, wanting to feel Seokjin stretching for him, and him only, losing himself in the delicious heat and tightness.
“Fuck, baby-” Namjoon placed his hands on Seokjin’s hips. “-so fucking tight.”
Seokjin giggled and blushed, lifting himself up and sinking himself down onto Namjoon’s cock as he felt himself tear open to fit all of Namjoon’s length. “So-” Seokjin bounced up and down, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. “-big, Joonie-” Seokjin moaned as he clenched around Namjoon’s cock. “-biggest I’ve ever had.”
“Really, baby?” Namjoon thrusted up into the older man, hearing him squeal. “Can I be the only one from now on?”
“Mmm-” Seokjin’s eyes opened to look at Namjoon. “-I don’t want you to-” Seokjin gasped as Namjoon slammed into him, pulling him down to ensure he swallowed every inch. “-fuck anyone else!”
“You want to be mine, baby?” Namjoon arched an eyebrow as he pulled Seokjin closer to him, angling him better so it would be easier to bounce and ride.
“Yes!” Seokjin yelped as he bobbed up and down on the younger’s cock, feeling Namjoon’s thrusts gradually getting harder. “I’m yours!” He cried out, loudly.
“Fuck!” Namjoon grabbed Seokjin’s ass now, gripping his cheeks roughly, pulling him down onto his cock as hard as he could every time the older man bounced up. “Jin! You’re so fucking tight!” He exclaimed, half groaning and half yelling. “Baby!”
Seokjin whimpered as he felt every thrust, the tip of Namjoon’s cock brushing teasingly against his sensitive bundle of nerves. “Namjoon! Fuck!” Seokjin whined he sank down. “There! Please-”
Namjoon happily obliged, thrusting up into the same location repeatedly, whispering dirty things into Seokjin’s ear, hoping it would help his orgasm come faster. “I love hearing you squeal like this, Seokjinnie. I never knew you were such a dirty little baby boy. It’s so fucking hot that you want to be controlled and used like this, baby-”
With a couple more thrusts, Seokjin felt his orgasm course through him, whining loudly against the younger as he spilt all over the other man’s stomach. “Namjoon!”
“Fuck-” Namjoon quickened his pace, Seokjin’s tightness now too much for him to resist. Gripping the older man’s ass so tight it was sure to leave bruises the next day, Namjoon slammed into him, finally finding release, groaning as he felt his cock empty and soften inside Seokjin.
“Um, so. I’ll just be the one to say it.” Jungkook looked down awkwardly. “We heard you guys last night… all of us heard.”
Seokjin’s face turned bright pink as he turned to Namjoon, hoping he leader would have some sort of explanation.
“Yeah, um-” Namjoon cleared his throat. “-we know. We didn’t really think about being quiet.” He shifted uncomfortably. “Sorry.” He said finally, his voice tiny and laced with embarrassment.
“So, you were just being a brat?” Namjoon raised an eyebrow at the older man.
Seokjin furrowed his brows at the accusation.
“You needed me to fuck the brattiness out of you? Hmm, baby?” Namjoon cooed, already seeing Seokjin blush.
“Yah!” Seokjin pleaded as Namjoon cornered him. “We-we should be quiet this time.”