"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 raging storm that bathed the city outside had only seemed to worsen since their arrival at Namjoon's apartment.
Jeongguk was seated over the cushioned couch, legs pressed together in a polite posture, the dark living room was gently soaking in a single source of light; which had been the large lamp beside Namjoon, casting a warm lighting around their proximity.
The room had a lumber scent. A scent that had only reminded the boy of being in a certain someone's arms. Gave a tight feeling to his chest.
But the thought dissipated once he noticed Namjoon cross his arms and sigh softly in front of him. After a couple seconds, the older spoke with a careful voice.
"It's called D.I.D..." he had said, tone composed. "Stands for Dissociative Identity Disorder."
Jeongguk's mouth pried open slowly, the words trickling into his head as through to slowly process them.
"Dissociative..." He trailed off, big eyes settled over the older. He looked down at his lap, at his open palm where his fingers were shaking ever so slightly. And it dawned on him within a single second. "As in... multiple personalities?"
Namjoon kept a calm smile over his lips, his expression gentle. He knew if he let a serious, stern face come upon him it would only make the younger boy feel more unsettled. But he wanted, more than anything, for Jeongguk to approach what he was about to learn with an open mind.
Of course, he couldn't force the boy to think in that way. Honestly, whatever happened after all this was all up to Jeon Jeongguk, in the end.
So Namjoon figured he'd just play his role. All he had to do was do it well.
"That's right.." he gave a short nod. "Although arguably the disorder is much more complicated than what's on the surface. There's a lot of misconceptions—many things we still don't understand about it. It's very much still a delicate topic.."
Jeongguk finally lifted his head to look at the composed man seated across from him.
"Will you listen to my explanation concerning D.I.D, as it pertains to Taehyung's life?" he asked in an inviting, coaxing voice. "Like I said, I just want to have a conversation with you. Check in with you, if possible. But if there's anything you don't wish to hear, I won't force it upon you—"
"No.." Jeongguk interrupted. Namjoon's brows rose when he saw the determined fire growing in the boy's eyes. "Tell me everything. Don't hold back, I-... I can take it."
"Are you sure?"
A nod of his head. Namjoon didn't sense any hesitation in his gesture.
"Very well, then." The older's smile returned to his face. He leaned forward, elbows propped upon his thighs while his hands crossed into fists ahead of him. "I'll start simple. I will warn you, though... I won't be sugarcoating anything."
