Sugar Rush

50

The lights coming into the room were too bright for Namjoon to keep sleeping. He groaned a little and looked at his phone. 11 am. His eyes went wide. Shit! My lecture. Oh wait, It's spring break. Namjoon sighed and put the phone down, and turned around to sleep some more. As soon as he turned around, he was washed by the most beautiful face he knew. The event of last night poured into his memory, setting a light blush on his cheeks. Yeah, The Kim Seokjin was his boyfriend. Seokjin was sleeping peacefully beside him, both of them naked except boxers. He leaned closer to Seokjin and placed a tiny kiss on the side of his face. Seokjin hummed and snuggled into him more. Namjoon smiled, "Good morning, love."

Seokjin whined a little but replied immediately, "Good morning."

Namjoon smiled brighter and buried his hands in Seokjin's hair, scratching the scalp lightly, "You need to wake up. It is 11 already."

Seokjin huffed and looked up, putting his chin on Namjoon's shoulder, "Your action and words contradict each other. And I am literally the boss, it doesn't matter when I go to work."

Namjoon laughed, "Well, Mr boss man, I am not the boss at my work and I need to report at 2. So let's get up."

Seokjin scrunched his face, "So boring." But he got up reluctantly. They went to the bathroom and Namjoon gave Seokjin his spare brush. After taking turns in the shower, they went to the living room to find the maknaes sitting at the dinner table.

Namjoon's eyes went wide. Right, he doesn't live alone. "When did you guys come back yesterday?"

Taehyung sighed as he got up cleaning after him, "Kookie and I came at 9 and Minie came at 10."

A pink hue crept Namjoon's neck as he gulped, "So... You guys heard us?"

"Loud and clear. Pun intended." Jungkook snickered.

Jimin nodded agreeing with Jungkook, "Seokjin hyung is quite vocal." He got up, helping Taehyung.

Seokjin chuckled and sat on the chair that Taehyung had gotten up from, "Thank you. I hope you enjoyed the show."

"Hyung..." Namjoon whined and pouted. He sat beside Seokjin on the chair previously occupied by Jimin.

Jungkook smirked, "You can have the house to yourself today as well. Tae hyungie and I are going to this exhibition and Jiminie is going to... I don't know where."

Jimin came from behind and hit the back of Jungkook's head, "How many times I have to tell you it's hyung for you."

Jungkook got up and leaned down to Jimin, "Talk to me when you at least reach my shoulders, shorty."

Jimin raised his eyebrows as if offended but then smirked, "You know what? This is the perfect height for me to crack your nuts down there. They are useless anyway, right?"

"Quit it both of you!" Taehyung growled as he came out of the kitchen. Jungkook's eyes went wide and he gulped, looking away from Jimin and stepping back.

Seokjin was really shocked when he heard that authoritative voice of Taehyung. This was new. Namjoon just sighed as if he was used to it, "Sorry hyung. This is their usual banter."

Taehyung turned to Namjoon, "So, you guys are dating...?"

Seokjin nodded, "Yeah. I am officially Namjoon's boyfriend."

"Congrats, hyung!" Jimin came out of the kitchen carrying two plates filled with food and gave it to Namjoon and Seokjin. "I am expecting a treat."

Namjoon chuckled, "Sure."

Taehyung picked up the bag from the couch, "Let's go Kookie. Bye hyung! I am waiting for that treat."

Jungkook slowly scurried away after saying goodbyes to Jimin, Seokjin and Namjoon.

Jimin was next to leave the house leaving Namjoon and Seokjin alone. "Hyung-ah..."

Seokjin looked at Namjoon, "Yeah?"

After hesitating a bit, Namjoon finally asked, "Why did you go to Japan?"

"Ah..." Seokjin put his chopsticks down and sighed, "This is not supposed to be told, but I am making an exception here. Once every two years, there is a match organised. In this match, people from all over the world participate. These people are usually someone who wants to leave the life of crime behind and lead a respectful life. So they fight among each other until one of them is bought by the audience or... dead."

Namjoon shuddered just imagining what the scene must have looked like. "But why was your father being cryptic about it?"

Seokjin stared at him with a face that said, 'really?' He sighed, "as you can tell this is very illegal. It happens at a random location, at a random time and only the head of the families that participate in buying are informed. So abeoji was informed about this and he always takes me with him. For security purposes, as soon as we enter the hotel allotted to us, they take all the electronic devices."

Namjoon nodded. He didn't know how to feel about it, but Seokjin's business wasn't exactly white and if he argued that the system is not good, they'll debate again on fair-unfair things in society. That was the last thing he wanted after last night's emotional confession. After they had eaten, Seokjin got up and cleaned after them and went to wash the dishes at the sink.

"Hyung..." Namjoon whined and hugged Seokjin from behind, "I am offended."

Seokjin was confused. He turned back in the hug, "Why?"

Namjoon smirked and leaned down next to Seokjin's ears, "Did I not tire you out last night? Why are you so energetic?"

Seokjin scoffed and rolled his eyes, "It will take more than two times of fucking to tire me out, Joon-ah."

Namjoon leaned further and lightly licked Seokjin's neck, "Then should I go again?"

Seokjin shuddered under his touch, but he stood his ground and circled his hands around Namjoon's neck, "What is stopping you?"

Namjoon groaned before turning them around and lifting Seokjin to set him on the service platform. His hands were already under Seokjin's t-shirt and his tongue exploring Seokjin's mouth like his life depended on it. Seokjin moaned as Namjoon brushed the pad of his thumb across his nipples. They were already sensitive from last night so it was easy for Namjoon to tease Seokjin.

They were lost in their pleasure when Seokjin's phone rang. He blindly searched for it and fortunately, it was on the service platform. He silenced the call and returned to taking Namjoon's shirt off. He groaned when the phone rang again.

"You should take it," Namjoon said as he hid his face on Seokjin's neck giving small kisses and licks.

Seokjin huffed and picked the call, "Mew if someone is literally not dying, I will kick your ass back to Thailand!"

Well, if you don't get YOUR ass to Gasan-dong, then your business will definitely die.

Seokjin could hear the tiredness in Mew's voice and for a second he felt guilty. "What happened?"

The land is empty.