"you should dress more expensive, joonie" seokjin assess the alpha at the door with a disapproving look.
"just let me buy you nice things" he adds while lounging on the plush chair by the window, abandoning his laptop in favor of focusing on namjoon.
"there is no need for that, hyungnim" namjoon says solemnly, albeit feeling self conscious under the mafia leaders scrutinizing gaze.
"you sure? i can get you anything" seokjin adds, tempting, a bit sultry while standing up from his place, the peach blush of his long robe gliding along with him.
he sees the way namjoons eyes waver.
"what is it, joonie. tell hyungnim" the beta beckons as he rounds up closer enough to get a whiff of the alphas scent.
"i- i want-" namjoon hesitates and seokjin takes much joy in the meekness in the others face; namjoon is like an overgrown puppy sometimes.
"i want my job back" it came out of namjoon so strained, as if he is ashamed of himself for asking it.
seokjin laughs then- elegant neck thrown back and eyes sparkling.
"out of all the things-" the beta shakes his head,
"whats so special about your job hm? i can get you a new apartment, more money? anything-- isn't that all much better, alpha?" seokjin beckons.
"i dont want any of that. just my job-" the alpha strains, almost painfully.
"and you think i'm capable of getting your job back?" the mafia leader prodes.
"you're powerful enough for that" namjoon states as a matter of fact, trying so hard to not flinch everytime the others elegant fingers glide up his torso.
"poweful? hm i like that" seokjin smirks.
"what else do you think of me?" the betas eyes twinkles.
cruel? heartless? feared? a little lost? craves for love? seokjin was both extremes, funnily like Odin; one can be the god of inspiration and wisdom as well as betrayal and death.
namjoon could add all of it, but he couldn't voice that all out. instead he hesitates, sweat already building up in his forehead.
"do you think i'm beautiful, joonie?" seokjin leans his weight on the other.
there it is again; that one face seokjin only opens infront of namjoon; a little bit of vulnerability, an yearning thats instinctual- to be coddled, to be praised, to be cared for.
maybe thats all the things seokjin sacrificed for this life; the life he lives ruling over everyone.
"you know you are" namjoon said a bit breathless, his eyes lingering on the others face.
seokjin seemed pleased with that, a smirk tugging at the ends of his lips as he giggles,
and just like the little window of vulnerability closes again.
seokjins walks back to his laptop then.
"get ready to catch the bad boys from next week" seokjin then says and namjoon visibly sags in relief.
"afterall its hot to see you in a police uniform" seokjin adds as he takes a seat, the robe slipping away to the side as he crosses his leg enough to expose milky white legs.
namjoon goes a little red in the face then.
"--you the good cop and me the bad mafia guy. so cliché" seokjin shakes his head at his own thoughts over a laugh, as he points his fingers at the door, namjoon scurrying away with a relieved sigh later.
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jungkooks hands were unforgiving on taehyung; the rough terrain of others palm like lava on the omegas wrist.
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SECOND TRIAL | tk | ✓
Fanfiction- the way jungkook coiled around taehyung was reminiscent of the swines of tattoos that twirled in the laters arm, dragging the omega down to his worst ever nightmare, to his second trial. "oh darling, we are supposed to hate each other. murderously...
