"I wish I'd have never even met you," Jeongguk spat, hand pumping just a bit faster, his tongue moving swiftly towards the other male's tip.
"Be quiet and swallow my fucking children, you slut."
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The door opened and shut without much of a rattle. Clacks of footsteps proceeded down a narrow hall while Namjoon began to remove a navy blue jacket from his torso and toss it over the couch.
His keys slipped back into his pocket with a jingling sound and the man adjusted his tie, eyes skimming over the quiet apartment from corner to corner.
"Taehyung?" He called out, stepping over a spot on the floor where the glowing light from the window tinted the room orange. He turned towards the glass, watching the sun glide slowly down the horizon.
When there came no response, Namjoon concluded that no one was home; so he mindlessly rolled his sleeves up, began to ponder on trivial things like what kind of dinner he should start making. But before he could take his next step towards the kitchen, the front doorknob suddenly began to shift.
He looked over his shoulder, down the hall where the door swung open and Taehyung sauntered in, swiveled back and let the door shut behind him.
"Ah, welcome home, kid," Namjoon spoke up as the younger switched the hall light on and lowered his face mask below his chin. "Where were you?"
"Hey," Taehyung responded, voice rugged; his body lowering while he kicked off his shoes, "- hyung. No idea."
Namjoon rose a brow, watching as the younger copied his earlier actions of removing his jacket and tossing it over the couch. He sucked on his teeth.
"Yeah, right, just-..." he cleared his throat, gritting under his breath. "Yeah, just throw your shit right over mine, no big deal."
Taehyung cackled softly, approached the older in bouncy steps that progressed into hopping movements. Namjoon eyed him with an unbothered gaze as the younger playfully swung a fist at him. Namjoon stopped him with the palm of his hand.
"What are you doing?"
Taehyung huffed, rolled his head and straightened his shoulders. "Fighting you. C'mon. Swing at me."
Namjoon enclosed his hand over Taehyung's fist and seamlessly pulled him into a headlock, his bicep grasping over the younger's neck while his other hand reached to mess up Taehyung's already unkempt hair.
"Agh, what the fuck—," Taehyung grunted, grabbing hold of the strong arm underneath his chin and tugging on it. Namjoon let out a low chuckle and hauled Taehyung towards the couch, watched as the man landed in one swoop and immediately climbed over him. He straddled his hips and grabbed the male's face with one hand, squeezing on it to make his cheeks puff up.
"Aw... adorable," Namjoon grinned, leaning down towards his forehead, which Taehyung already knew meant he was going to be smothered with brotherly kisses; so he quickly retaliated by swinging his leg up, locking the man at his hip and flinging him next to him on the couch.
