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Namjoon stared at his family, their hands tied behind their backs, not a sound coming out of them. There were large gags in their mouths and fear in their eyes.
“Please don’t hurt them,” he pleaded with the man in the red robe. Beneath an ornate porcelain mask he could see the man’s dark eyes on him.
“Your family broke the rules.” The man spoke, his tone deep and vengeful. “They took without giving in return. I gave them your life in return for their wealth. Yet they ran instead. They risked your life to keep their opulent life style; endangered you for their own comfort. Do you really think they’re worthy of being saved?”
Namjoon’s brows knotted as he thought about what the man said. It was true, when he was sick his family begged the stranger to cure him with his magic, telling him that he’ll give them anything he desired for their son’s life. It was also true that when the time came for them to pay, they ran. Still... he looked at his family again.
“They’re my family. I can’t just let them die.”
“They have no problem letting you die.”
Namjoon flinched but stayed silent. The man sighed.
“What will you give me in return then, sweet one?” The syrupy quality of the voice made Namjoon shiver but he still didn’t back down.
“Name your price.”
Though Namjoon couldn’t see the man’s lips, he could hear the smirk in his voice as he answered.
“Since you’re such an obedient boy to your family, I will be kind. You’ve always obeyed what they said so I don’t think you’ll mind this price all that much.”
“Just tell me what you want.”
“Your ability to say no”
Namjoon swallowed. Chills ran down his spine. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as millions of scenarios rushed through his head, all of them quick, too many of them too overwhelming to comprehend. Still, one look at his family was enough to keep the images at bay.
“I’ll do it,” he says with certainty.
“Lovely. You’ll make such a perfect little doll. Well then, come here and seal the deal little one. Give me a kiss.”
Namjoon held his breath. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. Now or never.
Closing his eyes, Namjoon grabbed the man’s masked face. His lips touch the cold surface and his entire body shook. In a brief few seconds he felt all the air leave his lungs and golden light flowed from out of his lips. It floated in the air, hypnotizing yet strange. Before Namjoon can try to catch it the light flowed into an open box in the robed man’s hands.
Namjoon stared dumbly at the man. He didn’t feel any different. He felt completely normal.
“Well done little one,” he said and waved his hands. Suddenly his family was free. “Get out of here before your son’s sacrifice goes to waste.”
His mum and dad gave him a sorrowful look, a silent apology that they can’t even put to words. Then they took off, knowing that they couldn’t save him.
“Well, this is going to be fun. Enjoy the rest of your life darling. I’ll be seeing you around soon.”
Namjoon was back at boarding school in no time. Though they all knew the curse was put on him, there was nothing they could do. Keeping him at home meant they had to look at him and feel guilty and honestly he didn’t feel any different.
He realized a day after the event that he could in fact still say no when asked for information. What he couldn’t say no to was requests.
He realized that when his parents asked him to go back to school and he immediately started packing. He couldn’t even cry until he was back at his dormitory. Sobs wracked through his body as fear raced inside him.
What’s going to happen to me now?
It started small.
“Can I copy your homework?” his roommate, Hoseok said, and though Namjoon had always refused him before, this time he handed the other boy his homework before he even realized what was happening.
“Wow! You’re really letting me copy off you! Kim Namjoon, perfect student, goody two shoes extraordinaire is actually letting me copy off you!” There was a bright heart shaped smile on the boy’s face and Namjoon couldn’t help but feel slightly better.
Namjoon shrugged.
“Well, I figured, it’s just homework.” He said timidly and Hoseok gave him bear hug.
“Thank you! I knew you weren’t as stiff as you pretend to be.”
And just like that, Namjoon became friends with his roommate rather than someone tolerated. And for a brief moment Namjoon thought, maybe this curse isn’t so bad. After all, it wasn’t his life had changed all that drastically. Sure he had to carry a few more things when the teacher asked him to and handle a few more chores, and yeah, maybe give his homework to Hoseok to copy every once in a while but it wasn’t too bad.
Right?
Namjoon and Hoseok became friends after that. Hoseok coming to Namjoon constantly for help with homework, but also sometimes to teach him to play video games and watch R rated movies that the school didn’t allow. It was nice not being the resident goody two shoes that everyone avoided unless they need help with class for once. Hoseok was a bubbly boy, always full of smiles and energy. He had a way of making everyone excited about things that Namjoon found charming.
He also had a knack for bringing in contra-band. Which made him extremely popular with other boys, which in turn made Namjoon slightly more popular with other boys as well now that they were friends.
Then one day, Hoseok brought in something slightly different.
An old portable DVD player with a small screen. Namjoon scrunched his face, he didn’t know they still sell those.
“It’s my brother’s” he explained. “I stole it cause I found something worth playing on it.”
“Tada!” he says, brandishing a CD box, on the cover was a big breasted girl and lots of Japanese.
“Umm...” Namjoon didn’t know what to say to the porn his friend brought. Sure he’d watched porn before but, not with anyone there with him.
“Maria Ozawa is my favourite AV star” he says proudly, “all of her stuff is super kinky. You’ll love it!” he says before popping the disc into the player. A bad imitation of a TV report came on, and a pretty girl with wide eyes started reading the news. Namjoon raised his eyebrows as naked men started showing up on screen to come on her hair.
“Come here,” Hoseok said, inching to give him space next to him. Obediently Namjoon moved next to him as he started rubbing himself through his pajamas.
“You don’t like it?” Hoseok asked as Namjoon’s eyes glued onto the screen but he didn’t move to touch himself.
“No it’s just... not what I’m used to.” He didn’t tell Hoseok that he usually watched gay porn, and mostly the tame kind.
“That’s fair. When it comes to porn I always think it’s good to always try new things. You never know what’ll really get you going until you try everything ya know?”
“So you’ve watched gay porn before?” The question slipped out before he could stop himself. Hoseok’s jaw dropped and Namjoon immediately expected a punch to the face.
Instead Hoseok’s mouth twisted into a devilish smile.
“Yeah. You into that?” he replied casually, his voice dropping an octave lower.
“Yes...”
“Hmm” Hoseok didn’t say anything after that. Instead he spread his legs wider and gave Namjoon a clearer view of his hardened dick.
“So, have you ever done anything with a guy before?” He asked and Namjoon could tell he was trying to sound casual.
Namjoon shook his head and stared straight at the floor. He could feel the blush blooming on his face.
“Would you like to try?”
“Yes.” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them and his eyes widened. He didn’t mean to say yes to that.
“Come here then,” Hoseok gestured to the space between his legs. There was a breathless quality to his voice now, and a wide uncertain look in his eyes like any second he expected Namjoon to refuse, to reject him and run away.
Namjoon couldn’t run away though, even if he wanted to.
Obediently Namjoon sat himself between Hoseok’s legs, his eyes still cast downwards though he knew Hoseok’s dick was so close to his face now. He swallowed. They were both nervous. Neither of them knew what they were doing.
“Umm...since you’ve watched porn before I guess you can kind of guess how this goes?” The usually confident boy was so awkward now, his own red blush creeping up from his neck, painting his apple cheeks.
Namjoon nodded and opened his mouth slowly. Hesitantly his tongue touched the tip of Hoseok’s length. Salty. Musky. That was what registered in his head. It wasn’t as unpleasant as he thought it’d be so he started licking, sliding his tongue from the base up to the mushroom head. He swallowed pre-cum down his throat before giving it another lick.
“Fuck! You’re a tease Joon!” Hoseok breathe out. “Please just, just suck it already.”
Unable to refuse, Namjoon tried putting the whole thing in his mouth only to start choking and coughing as it hit the back of his throat.
“Whoa! Calm down alright. Do it slowly. You don’t have to shove it all in,” Hoseok’s voice was full of endearment and it made Namjoon’s heart skipped just a bit. “Listen just like... Put a bit in your mouth and use your hands for the rest or something. I know it’s probably not easy the first time.”
There was a sheepish smile on Hoseok’s face and somehow Namjoon felt, maybe this whole thing isn’t so bad after all. He tried again, this time going slower, getting as much as he could into his mouth before he began sucking, his hands worked at the base of Hoseok’s dick, moving to lightly tease his balls. It was a surreal feeling, being here like this, on his knees in front of another boy, hearing glimpses of his breathless moans. Namjoon had never felt wanted like this before, needed even. He never thought of himself as attractive or particularly charming and he never even thought about what it would be like to come out in an all boy’s school let alone actually doing something with someone.
Especially not his carefree, wild child roommate who always looked at him like he was the sole reason he was stuck here being bored.
Hoseok wasn’t bored now though. In fact the way his hands pulled at his hair and moaned “please” and “yes” was more than enough to tell him that, novice or not, he was doing a pretty damn good job.
It didn’t take long for Namjoon to notice the other boy’s body tense up. He was close.
“Joon. Can I come on your face?”
Namjoon immediately let Hoseok’s cock slide out his mouth. He closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue like he usually saw in all the porn and in seconds, warm white liquid was sprayed on his face. It hit his cheeks and his tongue and slid sluggishly down his chin to his chest. Idly he hoped it didn’t get onto the carpet. He really didn’t want to have to clean that up.
He opened his eyes to the sight of Hoseok, eyes wide in wonder like he’d just seen a unicorn or something magical. His mouth was open, trying to catch his breath, there were beads of sweat on his face. He was beautiful.
“Wow!” that heart shaped smile again, and Namjoon couldn’t help but avert his eyes. He felt awkward and shy all of sudden.
“You look so fucking hot like that.” The words shot like a bolt of lightning straight to his dick and he moaned. He didn’t even notice that he was hard but god he was aching now.
Hoseok noticed and gave him his most devilish smile.
“So, I guess it’s my turn to try then,” and before Namjoon could say anything he pushed Namjoon flat on the floor and pulled down his pants. Namjoon couldn’t help thrusting up into Hoseok’s hot mouth and growled when he felt teeth accidentally touch his sensitive flesh.
“You like a bit of pain huh? Interesting.” Hoseok smirked before going back down on him.
Namjoon closed his eyes and let the sensation wash over him. He couldn’t help but thank the curse right now for giving him the best night of his life.
Namjoon and Hoseok gave each other head a lot after that. They also did hand jobs and sometimes just rubbed up against each other in the middle of the night. Namjoon loved the way Hoseok smiled at him after he came. Love the glow in his cheeks and the brightness in his eyes. He loved the way Hoseok sometimes called him “babe,” even if it made him blush and turn away.
They kept it on the down low during the day of course, though Hoseok had always been an affectionate friend, coming up behind him to give hugs and ruffle his hair. Neither one of them ever discussed what went on between them behind closed doors though. It was never defined and Namjoon never felt the need to. Somehow it was comfortable with Hoseok. He barely noticed that he couldn’t’ say no to the other boy. Always perfectly happy to go along with whatever he wanted, exactly what he asked. Why wouldn’t he be? He made Hoseok happy. And Hoseok made him happy, and that was enough for Namjoon.
It made Namjoon forget sometimes that good things don’t really last for him.