"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 clicked open, residues of hot steam emerged from its crevice, and the gap widened once Namjoon pushed the doorknob and began walking out towards the hall. He patted a small towel over his damp hair while he stepped further away from the bathroom, a yawn escaping his lips once he reached the living room.
After their long dinner, the gang leader had dropped Yerin off at home and then returned back to his apartment with Taehyung. Or rather, truly, it was Taehyung's apartment, that Namjoon had just happened to make himself a tenant in, every now and then.
And after a long shower Namjoon poured a fresh glass of milk for himself and began to chug it, hand coming to rest over the marble countertop in leisure. When he then lowered his head and sighed in audible satisfaction, his gaze settled over a small prescription bottle that had laid tipped over near the sink, pills splattered over the counter.
The man blinked slowly, turned his head to look out across the empty living room and then back toward the scattered pills, pupils quickly growing wide.
"Taehyung?" He suddenly called out, making one swift movement to place his glass down and dash out from the kitchen.
He made a beeline towards the younger male's bedroom and burst through the open door without time to knock even once, only to find that the man wasn't there.
"Taehyung?" He called again, kicked open the door to the bathroom that was directly connected to the room, and wasted no time in turning back around once he'd found that who he was looking for wasn't there either.
Namjoon's heart rate began to pick up while he sped down the hall, teeth gritting subconsciously. When he finally reached the living room again, he heard the balcony door swing open, and Taehyung emerged from the glass panel.
"Taehyung, for fuck's sake.." Namjoon mumbled under his breath, then watched attentively as the man's unfocused eyes settled over him.
"Hyung?" Taehyung spoke in a raggedly deep voice. Namjoon instinctively froze for a moment, allowing the male to continue. "I.. can't really see.."
He saw the way Taehyung's eyes squinted at him, his stuttered steps, the way his hand remained over the wall as if to stabilize himself. And that was all it took for the older to take immediate action.
That being, he plunged forward, secured an arm over Taehyung's hip and used every bit of strength he had to haul the man back down the hall; towards the nearest bathroom.
"Lean over, Tae. Quick." Namjoon commanded quietly beside his ear while settling the male to his knees over the open toilet. And with no time to waste he shoved two fingers inside Taehyung's mouth, pushed deep in, and retreated them just as quickly, right before the man was spewing up chunks of vomit down the porcelain toilet. Namjoon slapped a firm hand repeatedly over Taehyung's back, urging the man's puke out and watching the distress over the younger's face. The shut eyes, green complexion, scattered hair strands.
