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The figure trips over his own disorientated steps, falling through the door into the darkened apartment, as the lock sings its tone of approval after the correct pin is finally entered on the fumbling third try. He knocks over a rack of something, wincing at the loud crash that is amplified by the silence of the night, but not having the coordination nor patience to right it back in place.
His feet find his room by memory when he only sees fuzzy black through squinted eyes. Heaving a disgruntled sign, he only bothers to take off his jacket as he gratefully crashes into the mattress, already feeling the promise of a headache mounting between his temples.
The scent is the first thing that struck him.
Different. Not the neutral smell of fabric softener but one of a cologne——Chanel no 5.
"Namjoon?"
There is a shift in the mattress as it dips on the other side.
"So you do know this is someone else's bed huh." The leader's deep voice resonates right against him.
"Shit, sorry hyung, could I crash here tonight? My head hurts so much." He groans.
"Didn't I tell you to stop drinking?"
The disapproval is evident.
He turns around, wanting to make out Namjoon's face but only seeing a silhouette, the outline of his features against the weak rays of moonlight peeking in from the gap in the curtains.
"But it was Yugyeom's twenty-fourth."
"Yeah, it's always someone's twenty-fourth with those friends you have. You know how much explaining I had to do, on behalf of you, to the media after that incident last month?"
"That was totally the other's fault! He was driving on my side of the road!" The emphasis Namjoon puts on 'behalf of you' rubs him a little in the wrong way.
"You were drunk driving, Jungkook."
He blows a raspberry as if exhaling his frustration along with his breath. Namjoon's leader-who-take-it-upon-himself-to-upbraid-members-when-they-step-out-of-line tone is one he recognised all too well——it seems to be specially reserved for him these days. Feeling the lecture form behind the other's lips, without thinking he presses his hand against the other's mouth.
"I know hyung, I'm sorry."
The exasperation must have been shining through his voice because Namjoon caught his wrist sharply, tugging it away.
"Don't apologize if you don’t mean it."
"Hyung…"
"You're not anyone's responsibility anymore, Jungkook. When are you going to grow up?"
A spark of irritation shoots through him. If there is anything that made him tick, it was being called immature. That cutesy image he debuted with has long been grown out of, yet it seemed everyone was still hung up on that phase of his life, wishing he would be the obedient boy he no longer is.
He sits abruptly, ignoring the rush of blood against his eardrums as his pounding head protests with renewed waves of tension, stretching his temples thin.
"Yeah, you know what, I'm sorry to have bothered you."
He gets to the door, managing to open it ajar before the hand from behind pushes it back shut with a firm click.
"What do you-?"
He whirls, anger building yet was caught off guard as Namjoon slams him against the door, gripping his shoulders.
"Really, Jungkook? You're just going to leave? Like you always do, with a mess for me to clean up after you?"
He fights against the hold, it doesn't budge. Namjoon's tight hold on him brought out irritation, more so than pain.
"What do you want, Namjoon?"
The other scoffs, parroting him,
"Namjoon? Not even hyung now, is it? I see."
"That's not what I meant."
The elder does have a few inches on him which was easy to forget with his clumsy persona. Yet the easy-going leader demeanour slips completely from Namjoon as he steps into his personal space, making him hyper aware of the height difference——on purpose he was certain. Though Jungkook will never admit it, it does rub salt on his ego, making him feel small and cornered by the larger man.
"Yeah? Because you're not leaving till we get down to the bottom of the shit you've been stirring up lately."
Jungkook growls back, rage finally erupting against his temples, uncontained, submerging any guilt he might've had.
"Shit? What shit? I never asked for this, any of this. All I wanted was to dance. You of all people should know that. I'm sick to death of living up to the world's expectations, I don't need it from you too. "
Namjoon gives a belittling laugh, shaking his head as if he has said something ridiculous.
"You realize the ungrateful brat you are?"
He lets go of him coldly, disappointment heavy in the air. Somehow this action angers him more, making hot white streaks flash across his vision.
"Fuck you!"
Before he knows it, he is shoving Namjoon back, square on the chest.
Then everything happens quicker than his slurred mind can process. A glint of anger seeps through the leader's tempered mask of coolness; an emotion Jungkook rarely sees and that's when he knew he made a terrible mistake.
A blow cracks across his face, making his head whip to the side, the taste of metal an immediate bloom in his mouth. Jungkook gapes at Namjoon in disbelief that is quickly blistering into rage, he palms his tender cheek before wiping away blood from his split lip, staring at the streak of crimson on the back of his hand——it is all he can see.
Namjoon's eyes narrow, as if daring him to challenge him again.
And so he does.
Never the one to back down from a fight. The sparks of the liquor in his system give his temper the push it needs, spiralling out of control, igniting and unfurling into a terrible wildfire.
Jungkook pounces at the taller, swinging his own hands, hooking them blindly, satisfied when one connects, rewarded with a grunt. Namjoon returns the favour, fisting his collar, using the momentum to throw him against the wall, his head hitting the plaster as sharp pain shot up his skull. Jungkook feels the material of his shirt tearing under Namjoon's grasp and he rips the larger man's hand away in irritation, but the damage is already done. The buttons spring open, chill night air hits his bared chest, raising goosebumps. He raises his hand to strike the other, but it is caught in a vice-like grip before he could land the blow.
He doesn't know which of them lost their balance first but all of a sudden, the world is tipping upside down. Overcome by a sense of vertigo, he falls in a mess of tangled limbs onto the ground. Taking the brunt of the trip, Jungkook hit the hardwood floor first, the air knocked out of him harshly, grunting as the weight of Namjoon follows. He doesn't have time to recover as the other's hand closes around his throat, an unforgiving choke, the other one still on his wrist, pinning it down. Jungkook claws at it, head tilting back so his dark locks fanned across the tiles, lips parting in agony as he slowly suffocates.
"Namjoon…"
Black eats away at his peripheries, panic dancing across his vision and he manages to choke out the smallest surrender, a barely audible whisper. Namjoon loosens his grip though, and gratefully, Jungkook takes in big gulps, chest heaving. Sweat gleams on his forehead, rolling down his temple, into the hair line.
"It seems, you have forgotten how to respect your hyung, Jungkook."
He blinks at the foreign tone of Namjoon's voice; feral, coming from the depth of his throat, a side of the leader he doesn't know exists. The gash sits over his nose bridge, roughening his face; the moonlight casts an alluring sheen to his dishevelled strands, the darkest shadows gather in the hollows of his features, illuminating his masculinity.
"You need to be taught a lesson, baby boy."
The dark, unhinged glint flashing across his hooded orbs made his gaze so strangely captivating, the mocking endearment rolling so effortlessly, off his silver tongue. Jungkook's stomach lurches.
"I don't fucking need to do anything, let me go!"
Jungkook exclaims as Namjoon rips the remaining half of his shirt open, baring the entirety of his upper body as the scattering of buttons could be heard faintly as they dispersed all over the floor. Jungkook shudders as the cold air attacks his sweat drenched skin, there is enough left in him to be embarrassed by the display of his nakedness, so he crosses his arms to cover himself. The act is intercepted however, as Namjoon grips his wrist, yanking it above his head to join his other, holding him spread eagle, as he dives for his throat.
A sharp cry escapes Jungkook, wincing as he bites his tongue, angry at himself for the display of weakness. Namjoon latches onto him fervently, letting go of the patch of reddening skin just to work on the next. The younger thrashes under him, stilling suddenly when Namjoon sucks harshly on one spot just around were his neck joined the dip of his collarbone, unable to stifle a small moan that escapes.
Namjoon smirks against the delicate of his throat, continuing to suck at the same spot, enjoying the muffled groans until he notices Jungkook is biting his lips to silence them, his lower one turning white with the strength that his teeth sank down, blood oozing from fresh cut.
Though there is displeasure at the younger's resistance, when Namjoon sits back and examines his work, he is satisfied to find that the love bites will surely leave stark bruises against the boy's pale skin come next day. He is careful to not go too high, so the marks are easily covered by a common winter attire. Serving a personal reminder, always.
Jungkook glares at him, indignance lighting up his eyes and it makes him laugh that the insolent boy still doesn’t seem to get it. This is going to be so enjoyable. To tear their proud maknae down, bit by bit, piece by piece. It seems to be the only way he can deliver the message across into that thick, stubborn skull of his.
And he doesn't mind going all the way. He'd been itching for this day, truth be told.
To finally put Jungkook in his place.
Without warning, large hands unbuckles Jungkook's belt, opening his fly to tug his pants down. The younger's eyes widen in alarm, a hint of real fear courses through him like static from a broken radio, rippling across his non-too-receptive brain, he tries to fight but the other is stronger, stripping him completely after some rough scuffling.
Namjoon’s knees settle against the inner of his thighs, pushing them apart as he grinds down against him into the ground. Jungkook pants at the rough friction of the other's still fully clothed hip on his own, the rough linen rubbing against the delicate skin of his cock. Namjoon's fingers prods open his mouth, the soft pad of his index twirling against his tongue. The intrusion takes him by surprise and when he thinks to bite down, Namjoon has already retracted his hand, a humoured glint in his eyes as if knowing exactly what he is thinking. Before he could wonder further, all thoughts freeze when the fingers press against his ass. The same fingers, wetted with his own spit.
"No, don't you fucking dare——ah shit!"
He twisted violently under the other, squeezing his entrance tight to guard against the invasion, pushing on Namjoon's chest, hitting it repeatedly. But the body above is unbudging. Namjoon's other hand goes to his cock, pumping it roughly so it was more painful than pleasant, but it is enough to distract as his focus shifts momentarily, allowing the other to slide the two fingers into him.
"Don't act like you haven't been getting dick. That's why you love going out there so much, huh?" Namjoon sneers as he slid his finger back and forth, working him loose quickly.
It's true he was no virgin, but he'd always topped. Nonetheless, he can't imagine telling Namjoon that. Not that the other looked like he cares. Jungkook's drunken mind whirls, failing to process how this was happening, when all he wanted was to sleep off his hangover and here he ended up, pressed to the floor, fingered by Namjoon. He curses when Namjoon lines himself against his hole, thrashing blindly to put up the last of his defences. His fist connects with the other's face, the larger male curses as he straddles him, raining blows in return, beating him senseless before turning him over, stomach first against ground.
"So much I've done for you, and this is how you repay me?"
A hand on his neck squeezes harshly, travelling to his head, pressing his temple against the cold hard floor, not able to move as the larger prodded his length teasingly against him.
"Go to hell."
Jungkook's lips thin into a line, he'll be damned if he is to give the other any satisfaction. Though he couldn't stifle the grunts of pain that fell out as Namjoon begin to plunge into him for real, stretching him impossibly wide with girth he has never accommodated before. He struggles futilely, realizing the restricted range of movement his limbs have in this position.
As Namjoon becomes fully seated, he presses himself unnecessarily tight upon him, pinning him entirely flat against the unforgiving ground, as if rubbing the token of dominance in his face, knowing how he will suffocate, encaged between the ground and his own heavy body. Jungkook scowls as hot breath showers down his neck, a wet tongue flicked against the shell of his ear, teething at his lobe, tugging on the hoops of silver almost painfully.
"Oh baby, after I give you a taste of heaven first."
Then pain exploded within him for real as the elder started moving, no gentleness in the snap of his hips as he thrusted into him at a ruthless pace. Jungkook's hands fist around nothing, frenzied by pain, he brings his forearm to his mouth, biting down on the flesh, breaking skin, his only consolence the silence with which he takes Namjoon. It doesn't seem to bother the other however, as he patiently fucks him open as if a part of some plan. And slowly, the pain fades, leaving only a feeling of uncomfortable fullness.
"Is that all you got?" He just can't help himself.
Jungkook regrets the moment those words slip from his mouth, his stupid arrogance at play. As Namjoon shifted his hips in a different angle in response, his cock started to brush against a spot inside of him, sending sparks of electricity shooting up his spine, a slight tremor running up his legs. He quickly suppresses it, heart pounding. But it doesn't escape the other's notice.
"Oh Jungkook, you are going to beg me to fuck you."
Seeing the tremble his body gives away, Namjoon smirks and only starts to thrust at the same spot, over and over.
"You're delusional, fuck you! Fuck you, fuck—ahh!"
Jungkook's mouth slackens, hardly aware of drool leaking over the corner, too scattered to wipe himself, hand trying to find purchase against the floor. The stimulation at the back makes him conscious of the growing pressure in his own cock rubbing against the hard, gritty floor.
"Stop, Namjoon! Shit, ahhh shit-"
The man pays no heed, hitting his prostate with each tantalizing stroke. His bare thighs start to burn with each rocking motion against the ground, skin chafing. His swollen cock twitches painfully but cannot be reached, pinned tightly under his own body.
"Namjoon, please…."
It was too much, the friction of the rough floor scraping him raw, the torturous waves of pleasure flip his insides into a turmoil of despair as tears finally erupted out of the dam, flowing down in a uniform line across his face, puddling onto the floor, Namjoon's grip still on his head, holding it down.
A loud sob escapes, he hates how his body betrays him, hates how pathetic his whines sound, hates most of all how much the convulsions rock him every time the other jabs hard enough at the spot deep within.
"Are you crying for my cock, Jungkook?"
There is a hint of playfulness in the voice above him. Jungkook crumbles under it.
"Hyung, I'm sorry-uh, I'm sorry, please..."
"Hmm yeah, what did you call me again?" Namjoon mocks him, barely out of breath.
"Hyung! Namjoon hyung! Namjoon hyung, Namjoon hyung, please…"
Jungkook jumps at the response eagerly, one he knows will please the other, even though he is aware Namjoon is teasing. But at that point, he is willing to do anything. Beg, grovel, weep at the other's feet.
"Please what? You cry pretty tears like these for others too?
"No, no, no, I-I don't, I don't-" Jungkook hiccups his denial, still rocking under him, rubbed bloodier by the second.
"See, only hyung knows how to fuck you right."
"Yes hyung, only hyung, only hyung." He echoes after him, pleasure and pain fraying his already far-gone brain into a meshwork of torn wires.
Seeming to be satisfied with his response, Namjoon pulls out of him, picking him up and carries him to the bed, and Jungkook cries tears of relief as the duvets caress his skin, infinitely softer than the harsh ground he was on. Namjoon follows, stripping quickly, propping himself up against the headboard, long legs spread.
Jungkook can feel his expectant gaze on him, and he returned it hesitantly, unsure of what the other wanted.
"Are you going to keep hyung waiting all day?" The elder motions towards his lap, lazily stroking his own cock that is sprung up against his stomach. Jungkook finds a sudden hard lump lodge in his throat.
"Or night, should I say?"
He arches his brow, dimples surfacing on his cheeks that are anything but soft, hardly bothering to disguise the threat under his light quip.
Jungkook gulps, his limbs move woodenly as he climbs towards Namjoon, parting trembling legs to straddle his waist, blanching at the intimacy of the position as the inner of his thighs rub against Namjoon's hip. Fumbling hands grab Namjoon's cock, he can't hide his face of horror as he realizes for the first time how big he actually was, all the while the other appraises him with amusement.
Jungkook forces himself to sink down on his thick length, a wince on his face as Namjoon stretches him anew. He cringes internally at what a sight he must be, just like the clingy bottoms that draped themselves all over him in those night clubs. His thoughts were interrupted as he was halfway down, Namjoon gives an untimely thrust of his hips, shoving all of himself into him, forcing a gasp from him as he loses balance, hands shooting up to Namjoon's board shoulders to catch himself. Gingerly, he lowers himself up and down the length, using his hold on the other as leverage.
Soon, he becomes accustomed to the stretch; unsatisfied, he starts moving at a faster pace, frustration building when he can't find that particular spot from earlier. Angling his hip in different ways, his breath catches when the tip of Namjoon's cock finally brushes past an area inside of him that turns his legs to jelly. Unable to help the hitches in his breath as Jungkook slams himself down on Namjoon desperately, giving himself sloppy strokes with one hand as the other grips Namjoon's arm. His head falls back as he bounces up and down on the other's cock wantonly, lust washing away his shame, the only focus becoming one of the pressure in his groin as he chases after the high.
His hole quivers and squeezes around the fullness of its own accord eliciting a low growl from Namjoon. The coiling of his muscle as he sits up beneath him should have been enough warning, yet Jungkook still yelps when Namjoon thrusts up, meeting him midway as he sinks down, entering deeper than he ever had.
"Ahh! Joon-ah, Joon, Namjoon-ahh…"
Namjoon grabs his exposed throat, tilting his chin down so their mouths collide, pleased when Jungkook's lips part for him with little resistance and he shoves his tongue deep into the younger's mouth, stifling the obscene cries of pleasure. Jungkook cradles Namjoon's head, tugging on his soft hair, as he tries to respond to Namjoon's teasing tongue against his own. A blush heats his cheeks as saliva over pools from his mouth, unable to swallow due to the grip around his throat, panting when Namjoon parts, the string of silver breaking reluctantly between their lips.
Somehow, Namjoon has started to be the one in control, large hands leaving imprints on his waist as he holds the smaller in place, finding the rhythm as their hips start to grind in sync, his cock stroking his prostate, loving the sound of his name rolling off his tongue as Jungkook begs. However, Namjoon stills his hips to a sudden stop when Jungkook's moan escalates into a loud whimper, a show-tell of his nearing orgasm.
"Hyung!"
The younger cries, despair pungent in his tone, as he blinks with innocent confusion at Namjoon, wetness circling in his doe eyes. He tries to hump against Namjoon, the hands tighten on his waist, stopping the movement completely.
"Hyung please!"
Jungkook begs pitifully, missing the dark glint in the other's eyes.
"You gonna go out again without hyung's permission?"
"No, no hyung, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it won't happen again." Jungkook rambles, he is so, so close.
"You gonna listen to what hyung tells you to?"
"Yes, yes I'll be good, I promise, I promise." He pants, squirming on Namjoon's cock, if he could just get that smallest amount of friction-
"You gonna be hyung's little bitch?"
Jungkook's eyes widen, faltering. "I…I'll be…I'll be….hyung's…"
Namjoon's hips give one sudden thrust, hitting his prostate right on as his large hand grabs the head of Jungkook's cock tightly, making the younger boy give a desolate cry.
"Say it." He growled.
"I'll, I'll be hyung's little bitch!" Jungkook sobs, hot tears of shame streaming down his cheeks.
A grin of triumph adorns Namjoon's face as he finally lets Jungkook go, giving a few strong strokes that send the younger to his climax, whimpering as his shuddering frame clings onto his shoulder, his release spraying both of their chests in sticky whiteness. His convulsing walls also send Namjoon over the edge, and with a low groan, he empties his load into the Jungkook's tight warmth.
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Next door, Seokjin chews his lip nervously; the continuous banging doesn't seem to stop anytime soon.
"Yoongi do you hear that? ….Yoongi?"
The duvet-covered lump nestled in the bed on the other side of the room stirs, giving a disgruntled groan at being woken, then stilling completely again, puffing out deep, even breaths.
Seokjin gives a defeated sign himself, smothering a pillow over his face. Sometimes it is better to leave the business of other member's alone.