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Kim Namjoon believed in firsts. His life was one continuous flow of firsts. First steps, first smiles, and first friends. That is why he always gave his all at everything he did. He wanted to do it right the first time, then there would be no need for him to redo it. He worked hard on everything, solved every problem the first time. Namjoon knew from an early age that he was going places in life, he was determined to.
He believed his mentality to succeed made him immune to come up second. Maybe he was naive, perhaps he could benefit from being last. However, the number one spot had his name written all over it. He didn't feel like he was better than others, no not at all. Namjoon wanted to be first so he could lead others, he wanted to be first so people could follow the way he paved. He was selfless like that.
Life was a race, everyone going at their pace as he strode first to the finish line. His leadership skills landed him a well-paying job. The first time he ever voiced his ideas his boss saw his potential and took him under his wing. He never came up short, always being the first one bringing different ideas to the table. The first one to think outside of the box, opening his peer's eyes. This made him quite the star around his workplace, no challenge left unsolved. His boss, Yoongi, promoted him only after working a month in his field. He was told his diplomatic abilities could come be useful in bigger areas. They developed a close relationship after working closely together, his boss even surprising him by asking if he would accompany him to an important business trip overseas. This was not out of the left-field yet it caught Namjoon off guard. He quickly agreed, smiling at the opportunity to prove himself further.
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"Ready for the trip?" Yoongi asked him, suitcase in hand and typing away on his phone, giving him a short glance before returning to the screen.
Namjoon did not feel ready in the slightest. It was the first business trip he was accompanying his with his boss and it had his nerves buzzing. He settled on lying despite knowing that it probably wasn't the best option, he wore his emotions on his sleeve and his boss could see right through him anyway. "Yes, sir."
"No need to be formal outside of work Namjoon. " Yoongi sighed, putting his phone away. "Just follow what we planned, you'll do fine."
The hint of reassurance in his tone made Namjoon breathe out. "Oh, okay. " He mumbled, slightly embarrassed that he was still on edge after all the times they went over the plan. The rolling sound of suitcases wheels spinning against the pavement caught his attention. Ambassador Park came running towards them dragging two heavy suitcases behind him. "Shit, this is so heavy." He whined, out of breath and cheeks flushed.
"Why do you always insist on bringing so much shit with you every time you go?"
Jimin tsked at him, eyes snapping up in annoyance. "Cuz' it's not for me and you know it. Your suitcases have gotten larger over the years too."
Yoongi rolled his eyes. walking into the airport with Namjoon automatically following behind. Sending Jimin an apologetic look as the other huffed in irritation and dragged his suitcases behind him.
Onboard the flight, Namjoon leaned over to where Jimin was getting comfy. "Um, can I ask where we're going?" He was clueless since all Yoongi told him was that he should pack light and that all expenses were paid for.
Jimin removed his eye patch for a quick second, giving Namjoon a confused look. "Right, you don't know yet. It's just a business trip to negotiate relations between our biggest investors." He yawned before putting his headphones back on.
Namjoon knew that vague information already but no one had bothered to tell him which investors or where exactly they were headed. He didn't understand why his superiors were being so nonchalant and borderline secretive. He had worked under Yoongi for a while now, always on time and had proved his diplomatic skills. Minister Min was content and pleased with his work however he still didn't seem to trust him. Namjoon looked over to where his boss sat sleeping peacefully. He knew that prying wouldn't get him anywhere but on his bad side. Namjoon wanted to be a respectable employee but this was slowly driving him crazy with anticipation.
When they landed they were greeted by a man clad in a dark suit, their chauffeur, Namjoon guessed. They followed him to an expensive-looking car where he loaded their suitcases as they got in. Namjoon sat squeezed between the two men, uncomfortable and nervous as no one was telling him anything.
"How come your little subordinate here doesn't know shit?" Namjoon felt his eyes widen as Jimin blatantly asked Yoongi the question that had been playing on his tongue all this time. Yoongi sent Jimin a cold glare, making Namjoon flinch. "He will figure things out on his own soon enough, is there a reason why you're being extra bitchy today?"
Jimin scoffed, flipping him off. "Go fuck yourself. "
Yoongi rolled his eyes. "With pleasure. "
Namjoon felt awkward sitting between the two, it seemed like Minister Min and Ambassador Park had a peculiar relationship. As if they were foulmouthed brothers jumping at every chance to argue and fight each other. Although being taller than the two, Namjoon felt small squeezed in between the hostile and powerful men. Both of them had now directed their gaze out the window while Namjoon stared at his lap where his hands were folded. He twirled his thumbs around each other, trying not to choke on the stifling tension.
The drive seemed to get longer and longer as the minutes passed by and Namjoon felt his sweat dripping from his forehead and throat drying up. When the car finally stopped Namjoon had never felt more grateful for a vehicle halting. Once they exited he felt like he could finally breathe again, sighing as the fresh air washed over him. He could kiss the ground in pure happiness to have escaped that awkwardly painful ride.
Jimin sent him a weird look as he was in the middle of his silly little happy dance. "Is your boy okay?" Yoongi shrugged, taking his suitcase and approaching the building.
Namjoon turned to where Jimin snorted at him and blushed, embarrassed. They collected their luggage and went inside of the tall building. A row of multiple workers welcomed them bowing with broad and strained smiles, "Welcome again, Mr. Min, Mr. Park."
Namjoon looked in awe over at the two men who didn't seem to bat an eyelash, barely acknowledging them. Jimin just waved his arm dismissively and three workers came up to them taking their suitcases.
"Is Mr. Im in yet?" Yoongi asked briefly sending one of the workers a knowing look.
"Yessir, he and the rest of the Ministers are awaiting your presence," One of the workers told them, eye cast to the ground, "this way." They were now escorted into an elevator which went up multiple floors and Namjoon still felt confused but decided on keeping his questions for himself.
"Let's get this over with," Jimin mumbled once they arrived in front of a door leading into what Namjoon believed was the meeting hall. The worker who lead them stopped before the doors bowing before they hastily left. Yoongi cleared his throat, cursing under his breath before opening the door. Namjoon was bewildered by the drastic change in his boss's behavior as he was now smiling wide at the room filled with older gentlemen.
"Mr. Im, I see your wife still cooks for you going by the ever-growing size of your stomach."
Namjoon choked on his spit. What, did Yoongi just insult the chairman?
"Ah, I've missed your sass Mr. Min, and you know as well as me that my trophy wife can't cook for shit." The old man laughed, belly jiggling at the motion. Yoongi also seemed to let out a laugh, one so forced Namjoon wanted to cringe. "Right, right it was Mr. Lee who married the ugly one who cooked well." His boss barked out another insult, taking a seat.
Then another old man laughed, slapping his knee. "Fuck you, at least I can't see her face once she has her ass in the air."
Namjoon eyes widen, mouth dropping open in sheer shock as Jimin took a seat next to Yoongi, laughing too. "And how's your wife's implants, Mr. Wook?" The ambassador said casually making the room burst into laughter. "Still getting filled as we speak, you know how I like ‘em." The man spoke, cackling as his hands mimicked a large-sized breast over his chest.
Namjoon felt his head spinning, never has he heard his boss talk like this. It was disgusting even if they were simply joking. He felt uncomfortable standing looking around not knowing what to say.
"Oh, who is this?" One of the men asked looking directly at him.
Namjoon sent Yoongi a quick glance, his boss nodded his head, telling him to introduce himself. "I'm Kim Namjoon, diplomatic negotiator under Minister Min and Ambassador Park, sir." He bowed deep almost dropping the files in his hands.
"Well well, bringing a newbie is unlike you Min." Mr. Lee told him leaning back in his chair.
Yoongi's brow quirked up, lips forming a thin line. "Kim here has shown remarkable abilities in the field which I believe can be utilized to the benefit of both parts. His potential is impressive and he was the one who sealed the Portham deal." Namjoon felt his cheeks redden as Yoongi praised him in front of his peers. A mutual hum fell over the room.
"That's high praise coming from a cynical bastard like yourself. You share the same opinions, Park?"
This time the ambassador just laughed lightly, throwing his hands up. "Would we bring him here if he wasn't up to it, Mr. Im? Do you really think that little of us? That's disappointing considering how many years we've been in business." Jimin sighed, shaking his head. "Have some faith will you, and who know.’’
Namjoon had to avert his gaze at the ground, the way they spoke still making him speechless.
"I'm shipping her off to catholic school before she can try anything." He simply laughed, not caring about the topic at hand, Namjoon sighed in relief. He felt kind of proud that his bosses had stood up for him. He knew what was at play here and that they stuck their necks out for him. This was his time to prove himself.
Yoongi looked at him signaling him to hand the files out. And Namjoon quickly made his way around the table.
After moments passed the men flipping through the pages, reading in silence. Some of them let out pleasing hums as they turned the pages.
"This looks promising, very promising." One of the men told them, a grin splitting across his wrinkled face. Mr. Im hummed his approval too, smiling from ear to ear.
Yoongi had his elbows on the table fingers under his chin casually with an easy smirk on his face watching the men read the files. Jimin leaned his head back too satisfied by the positive reactions. "This plan was all Namjoon's idea too. " His boss told the men who all shared the same impressed facial expressions.
"What a bright young bloke.”
"Your future looks nice if you keep this up kid."
"We could use a smart head like you on the team."
The compliments started pouring in and Namjoon stood there bashfully. He wanted to remain humble and calm. "It wasn't that special, I had a lot of proper management and guidance under Minister Min and Ambassador Park. "
"Although we provided him with the resources, Kim here is still the brain behind the operation. His unique way of thinking made people at HQ very pleased. "
"I can see why. This is a good deal you came up with, let's sign right away gentlemen. " Mr. Lee told them, hand reaching for the pen.
Yoongi cleared his throat, catching the attention in the room. "There are still some minor details to discuss however this is sensitive information for board members only. Kim, can you excuse us?" Namjoon shouldn't be disappointed after all the kind words his boss had said about him, but he couldn't help feeling stung. He was still not trustworthy enough.
After all his hard work Namjoon felt his pride burn to a crisp. He excused himself, bowing politely as he exited.
Namjoon walked away from the meeting room with heavy feet, caught in a web of his feelings. He didn't want to think ill of the two, Namjoon reasoned with himself. He stepped outside on a balcony to get some air, the sun was setting between the tall skyscrapers and 50-story buildings.
Time went by as Namjoon watched people down on the streets walk on with their lives, going in and out of taxis and driving off when a gentle voice made him snap his head to the side, taken by surprise. "You all alone, too?"
Namjoon felt his heart beat faster as he laid his eyes on the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Long silky black locks decorated with many flowery ornamental hairpins that fell down the slim frame, dressed up in what seemed to be a golden expensive-looking traditional styled kimono that hugged them in all the right places. A head or two shorter than Namjoon, sporting delicate, soft features that were painted with makeup that enhanced their beauty. Gorgeously smooth skin, red-tinted lips, and pretty doe eyes sparkled at him like deep pools of warm honey, smokey eye makeup adding to the alluring appearance.
They were smiling at how dumbfounded Namjoon looked, simply staring at the spots of gold dancing in their irises. Flawlessly sculpted lips, as if crafted by angels themselves, pulled up into a pretty heart-shaped smile, a soft pinkish blush painting their high cheekbones. Even the perfectly shaped, elegant slope of the nose made Namjoons knees weak, stumbling over words as all train of thought left his mind.
"Uhm, I..." He stammered out feeling his face flush an honest red. Namjoon felt beads of sweat drip from his forehead, nervously trying to come up with something to say to not seem like such a fool.
"Want some company?" The soft angelic voice dripping with sweet honeysuckle filled his ears, he wanted to be lulled to sleep while listening to the other. Namjoon nodded quickly, seemingly struck blind by the beauty as his brain failed him.
They stood in silence, quietly observing the yellow, egg yolk sunset getting swallowed by the horizon. The space between them, though an arm's length, felt like they were worlds apart. He desperately wanted to close the distance between them, to hold the other who smelled like what Namjoon knew as home, the sweet vanilla scent filling his nostrils. Namjoon couldn't help but steal glances every second, noticing how the other’s once warm and welcoming eyes now seemed cold, almost distant as if their soul were elsewhere. He peeked at the beautiful side profile feeling himself falling deeper. Before he could even open his mouth a loud voice startled him from behind.
"You, just what do you think you're doing?" A tall man with short curled pink hair scolded the person next to him. He was also dressed in a similar manner, long tight red dress, a big diamond necklace, and a radiant shimmering white fur coat. The handsome features he sported could be that on the face of magazines. He was also styled with a similarly attractive look, however, his demeanor was different.
"I'm terribly sorry, we will get out of your way, sir." The handsome male bowed towards him before shooting a cold glare at the pretty person next to him who bowed before walking away. The sound of the heels echoed down the hallway as Namjoon’s feet moved on his own, following after them.
"Wait!" He tried to yell out but they somehow vanished around the corner, now left with the memory of a beauty he would probably never see again, and an empty heart ready to shatter.
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Once Namjoon had regrouped with Yoongi and Jimin they patted him on the shoulder. They told him that everything was set, papers signed and all that was left now was to celebrate the achievement. They lead him into a conference room with two long tables on each side, with lavish, mouthwatering foods and various bottles of alcohol. There was room made in the middle, and curtains hung by the doors on the other side.
"Wait until the entertainment starts," Jimin grinned pulling him down and filling a cup with booze while Yoongi took a seat on the floor opposite of them.
They casually mingled with the other elder men whose faces were red from the excessive drinking. Namjoon was sipping on his second cup, cupping it in his hands, his head spinning. The beauty he met earlier occupied all his attention and he couldn't stop thinking about how sad those eyes looked glancing at the skyline. Those pretty doe eyes rimmed with thick, long, dark lashes that seemed to bore into him every time he thought of them, nearly losing himself, drowning. Suffering, loneliness, longing, desire, those eyes held all those deep-seated emotions and many more. Namjoon wanted to unravel them all, he wanted those eyes solely on him.
Behind him, he heard the drunk men talking amongst themselves."You think they got the pretty ones ready yet?"
"It shouldn't be long before I have that little minx laid out under me, just you wait." One man said in a manner that made Namjoon cringe.
After some time passed, the same handsome male entered the room and the men cheered. "Sorry for the wait, gentlemen. But fear not, your needs will be met tonight. " The man winked, Namjoon noticed how Yoongi’s eyes had locked on him as he spoke. The pink-haired man sent out a flirty kiss as people dressed up started coming out of the red curtains. They were all dressed in pretty, inexpensive robes, both women and men sat down beside the hungry older men. But the person he saw earlier was nowhere to be seen. Namjoon’s heart sank.
"Who is he?" Namjoon asked, eyes directed at the one speaking. Jimin chugged down his drink, "That's Madame Jin. What you interested in him?" The other teased, a devious glint in his eye making Namjoon blush before denying it. "What?! No." He said quickly as Yoongi glared at him for a split second before saying, "good."
Then the lights dim and Madame Jin introduced the special entertainment. The entourage that they all had supposedly died waiting for. "The best is always saved for last," He said as three people step out in kimonos. One of them being the same beauty from the balcony. Namjoon’s heart skipped a beat as the trio of beautiful performers made their way to the middle. One had bright blue hair and kind eyes while the other had short shoulder length black locks and an innocent glow to him.
The same pretty one from the balcony looked somehow even more stunning under the dimmed lights, the shadows giving them all a sharpness that made him swallow hard.
The trio began to move around sensually to the soft drums that had begun playing. The dancers move like water swayed by music, flowing in graceful arcs, limbs in constant motion. They bring a wordless interpretation of the beats, of the soft strings, in a way the audience can understand no matter what language they speak. In that way, their dance isn't simply movement, but the most honest form of communication Namjoon had known. The old men around him clapping with their grabby hands, their eyes lustful as they scan the trio’s movements. Namjoon sat shocked, stunned as he watched them move with grace, their bodies following the beats of the music.
The music cuts off abruptly, the two males leaving the one who stole Namjoons heart alone in the middle. Then, a traditional-sounding instrumental played and the others moved their body along with the sound. Sharp alternating between smooth moves taking Namjoon’s breath away.
Their luxurious skirts swirled about their slender feet and the bells on the scanty tops jingled softly with each slight movement. With each swaying movement of their hips, with each alluring twist of their body, the graceful way they moved with the beat, not missing a single note, they told a story. Once they finished, they were applauded. Namjoon sat with his mouth dry and his eyes larger than life. He could feel his lips stretch wider into a gaping grin and his eyebrows arch to the sky. Amazement doesn't quite cover it, Namjoon felt like someone just lit a spark of amazement and poured kerosene on it. The smile he showed on the outside couldn't possibly reflect what he felt on the inside, every neuron of the brain is trying to fire in both directions at once - the best kind of overload.
After the performance, they mingled. The one performer who introduced himself to Namjoon as V, with blue hair was sitting on Jimin’s lap giggling as he fed him exotic fruits. The other with longish black hair and pierced ears, JK, was pressed to Jimin’s side with his hands under the blue-haired male’s dress and face pressed into his shoulder giggling. Jimin seemed to be unfazed by them but Namjoon saw how his charming smile turned more and more sinister. While Yoongi was chatting up Madame with one hand resting on the handsome man's broad shoulder and the other lost in the pink hair.
Namjoon was eyeing the last performer who had been whisked away by Mr. Lee when he began seeing red. The older man's dirty hands touched the other's chin, obviously making them uncomfortable under the strained smile they were wearing.
He stood up, blurting out that he wants a special dance with the slender dancer. Everyone in the room looked at him, including those honey-brown doe eyes casting him a perplexed look.
"I mean if that's possible. " He added, not wanting to seem too demanding. Madame Jin chuckled behind him, he clapped his hands and before Namjoon could even register what was happening, he was being dragged away.
The performer leading him off to a closed-off room where they sat awkwardly on the cushions. The room was dimly lit, with soft red light cast over them to 'set the mood'. There were no windows but a silky rug lay under their feet. A comfortable white couch large enough to be a king-sized bed stood in the middle of the room with various sized pillows scatter across it. An auburn table to the side held what seemed to be oils, bottles of liquid and packages of condoms. Namjoon gulped, feeling embarrassed knowing exactly what this room was used for and what he insinuated asking for a private dance. He facepalmed.
"My name is Hobi, by the way, Mr. I-want-a-private-dance." The teasing tone made Namjoon tense up and he rushed to explain himself. "I just wanted to get out of that situation, you looked uncomfortable." The young man visually relaxed a bit and Namjoon took this chance to admire him again. His robes were exposing his golden skin and the way sweat was dripping from down his neck. He felt entranced as he took in Hobi’s appearance, pretty lips red and slightly swollen, and beautiful dark eyes seemingly staring right through Namjoon. He’s beautiful.
"You know Madame will have you charged extra for this right?" Hobi spoke in a low tone laced with lust, starting to crawl towards him like a predatory caging in its prey, Namjoon couldn’t glance away from those dark eyes inching closer to him. "Might as well get the most for you money and time right?” His following laugh rang like church bells as he situated himself on Namjoon’s lap, planting his ass directly on his crouch. Arms snaked around his neck and he leaned in close so that their lips brushed against each other. The sensation of him filling his senses had Namjoon blushing madly. "I have never done this before-"
"Never tasted the sinful flesh of another with another or never had your world pleasured the right the way?" Hobi questioned eyes filling with mischief with the tone of teasing him.
'The second one."
"You don't have to be shy with me, I don't bite unless you want me too. I'll give you the royal treatment since you're a friend of Yoonie and Minnie." Namjoon felt the ugly green jealousy building up inside leaving a bitter taste on his tongue. "You've played with them too?" He asked hands gripping the dancer's waist tighter.
Hobi, leaned back head rolling coyly to his side. "Oh honey, there isn't a single person in that room that hasn't wished they'd laid with me, I'm sort of a treasure around these parts, however they're very powerful men with a lot of money to spend on pretty little things like myself to cling onto their arms, laugh at their dumb jokes and not comment on their balding hair. We're accessories for a successful night"
Namjoon nodded along to the dancer's explanation.
"You're different though, this look in your eye isn't dubious, its curious. I want to give you a taste of the forbidden fruit, I want to leave you unable to think of anyone else but me, I want you to want me." Hobi leaned in close licking a fat stripe up his neck, then he continued to nibble at Namjoons earlobe. "Do you want me, Mr. Kim?"
Joon tightens his grip grabbing a hold of the slim waist to ground himself as he felt a familiar heat near his groin. "Yes," he answered quick making the other smile pleased with him.
"Then take me, wreck me, make me unable to forget you."
That was all the motivation Namjoon needed as he pinned the dancer down. He grabbed him by the waist, pulling him up close against his chest. His hand gently glided through his silky hair, as he looked at him in a way he had never looked at another before, intimate. The dancer's doe eyes were candles in that night, their light a spark of passion... desire. As a small but teasing smile crept upon his face soaking up how whipped the other male was staring down at him. Goosebumps lined the dancer's skin, not the kind than one gets in the cold, but the kind one gets when nothing else matters except right here, right now. He rarely felt like this, he had been under countless other but this time it was different. The raw sincerity in Namjoons eyes made him shiver with anticipation, he didn't feel like this was a one-way transaction. It felt like what he thought love was, what love probably looked like.
The air was harder to breathe, Hobi felt trampled upon. Namjoons hands traveled across his skin, burning fingertips leaving him whimpering. His volcanic love was setting fire to the oceans he fell in. Everything was going from grays and blues to reds and oranges. His love was going a million miles a minute. It was dancing and sizzling and overflowing. It hit a wall straight on and exploded as his chest was fully exposed and Namjoon leaned in to wrap his lips around his dusty pinkish nipple.
It was the first time Namjoon had been so compelled by someone before. The first and probably the last be nothing will top this, he thought to get drunk on the moans spilling from the dancer's lips.
The facade we show the world melts away as Namjoon trailed wet kisses up the dancer's sinful body. Once their faces were only inches apart Namjoon stopped, soaking up the blissful state the other was in, those beautiful eyes rimmed with tears of pleasure that threatened to spill.
"Please, kiss me..." Hobi begged needing Namjoons thick lips against his. The other obeying washed over with the need to fulfill the other's every wish. Once their lips finally met, Hobi let out a sigh in relief, their lips fitted perfectly-- as if they were meant for each other. Moving against each other, feeling each other. Namjoon grabbed the back of his neck, growling in the kiss as the dancer whimpered in pleasure.
Every kiss has a raw intensity - breathing fast, heart rates faster. Then before they knew how it happened both males were naked, the skin is moving softly together, like the finest of silk. Namjooons hand entering him from below moving fast, theirs tongues entwined in a passionate kiss.
Namjoon hands wandered off trying to locate the lube he saw eyes refusing to move from the gorgeous sight in front of him. After struggling for a bit he found what he was looking for. He squirted a considerate amount on his fingers before entering Hobi.
He was changing the dancers breathing with every thrust, moans timed to his body.
Then all at once he stops and kisses from Hobi's puffy nipples to his flat stomach, his hands light; then he's licking and using his fingers all at once, watching the dancer's reaction closely.
Getting hard feeling how Hobis legs moved to wrap themselves around him watching how the sunkissed body under him writhe in pleasure.
Grabbing a condom Namjoon rolled it on, lining himself with the stretched entrance that welcomed him greedily. "I'm going to enter now, okay?" Namjoon told him carefully too sweet but it all fell to death ears as Hobi moaned, unable to articulate a response. In seconds Namjoon was in him, fucking him slowly enjoying the feeling of having the dancers clenching down on his hard length before speeding up. Soon harder swallow thrust, just long enough to intoxicate Hoseok's mind before stopping again, making sure Hobi wasn't hurting. The other simply rolled his hips indicating that he wanted Namjoon to continue.
Their bodies coated with a sheer layer of sweat glided against each other the friction sending sparks down both their backs. Hobi was rendered a moaning mess, as Namjoons thrust began more and more erratic trying his best to meet the rhythm. Namjoon felt so good around Hobi, the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin plus Hobis whimpering noises he couldn't hold in sounded like a beautiful symphony that he was in control of. He felt the familiar heat in the pit of his stomach, a tameless fire burning within him.
Hobi felt the warm smoldering feeling too, as Namjoon folded his body in half high pitched moans signaling that he too was close. Everything feels warm, hot. Their skin feels like it’s on fire, their body burning with the heat of their passion, searing them with sensation. Then Namjoons blunt tip hit that bundle of nerves that made the dancer see stars. He continuously aimed for that one spot with the dancer's name on his lips like a mantra.
They both felt a fiery bomb about to burst, the sensation becoming too much.
"Cum for me Hobi," Namjoon grunted as the dancer came fireworks erupting from his body toes curling up eyes screwed shut. Namjoon came too quickly after like an unforgiving volcano spilling his seed in the condom eyes fused with the dancers.
After they both regained their breath they fell back on the couch. The dancer's makeup was smudged and Namjoon guessed that he was at fault there. However, he looked even more perfect like this, all distorted hazy in an orgasmic after bliss caused by no other than himself. His pride swelled in his chest as he threw the solid condom away, collecting the smaller in his welcoming arms wrapping securely around him.
"Hoseok." The other whispered voice strained blushing.
Namjoon blinked down at him, eyes seeing galaxies instead of pupils, dilated out so unbelievably fond. "Hoseok, Hobi, angel. All of them fit you perfectly. " the other sighed content as he buried his nose in the black hair inhaling the sweet scent.
The two fell asleep like this, hearts founding one another for the rest of eternity, souls intertwined.
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Out on the porch under the moonlight brisk air rustling in their hair Yoongi, Madame Jin and Jimin, all collectively smoking. Madame Jin's eyes drifted towards the two males, curiously watching them.
'The newbie looks interesting..." He comments thinking back to how the other male asked for Hoseok out of the blue like that. Not caring that he made a scene in front of his superiors.
Jimin barked out a loud laugh, almost losing his balance. "He is practically a virgin in bed, I'm pretty sure Hobi is having his fun with that one."
Yoongi rolled his eyes, "Shouldn't you get going back to your little boys, they've been crying for you nonstop." He told Jimin in a matter -a-factly way that pissed the other off.
"I've tied them over for the time being, I love it when they get so restless and hopeless, both begging for pleasures that can't give one another."
"You're one sinister fuck, I hope you know that." Yoongi took another drag of his cigarette lungs filling up with the toxic smoke as Jimin snorted, "As if you're one to talk, I've seen the scars you two leave on one another, hypocrite."
Yoongi couldn't fight the blush on his flushed drunken face while Jin simply blinked mind elsewhere.
"Well, I should probably get back before they start crying again. I wanna watch this time, bye-bye." He hummed flicking the cigarette off the balcony, skipping lively back to his boys.
Jin took another huff, letting the smoke settle before blowing out. He turned to Yoongi voicing out the concerns that plagued his mind, "I don't like this Joon guy, he's too naive. Not meant for a scene like this."
Yoongi shrugged in dismissal cocking his head to the side. "He'll have to learn the ropes somehow, speaking of ropes-"
Jin's gaze hardened. "Yoongichi I'm serious, even Hobi had this look on his face, one I couldn't decipher. I got a bad feeling and I don't like where this is headed. I'm not loosing my best worker for some bright-eyed boy with dreams of a happy ending."
Yoongi got quiet, looking deep into his eyes with a telling gaze. "You're overreacting. Joon might seem like a big baby but he's not. He is the smartest man I know."
Jin's face got colder, "That's exactly why I'm wary of him, you always lookout for people who are smarter than you. Hobi might not act like it but he's conniving, convincing and doesn't take no for an answer. If I find them going behind my back act out of place, I'm coming after them and I won't let you stop me."
Yoongi took his hand in his. "Why would I stop you when I could help you, sweetheart. You know I'd love nothing else than to put people back in their places if they step out of line. "
Jin smiled satisfied. "Good, this is why you're my favorite." He flicked the rest of the cigarette butt off the balcony and walked inside, hips swinging knowing Yoongi watched him from behind. He stopped looking over his shoulder, "Not comin' sweetcheeks?"
Yoongi took one last drag of his burning cigarette then stomped on the bud. He let out a wolfish grin following the pinkette close behind hands trailing down the other long back, "You'll be the one comin' after I'm done with you sweetheart." Seokjin rolled his eyes amused, "Well see about that."
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