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20. Hard

He wasn't exactly looking for something super expensive, but I also didn't want to be cheap when it came to finding the perfect one. With this in mind, Taehyung continued searching through pages of jewelry with his lips in a thin line.

He had started the morning convinced that the best thing was to study some English for the exchange, or get ahead with a semester project, but his mind had mercilessly strayed and now, here he was, trying to find something special.

Going down and down, the only sound was his breathless comments, while, lying on Namjoon's bed, he continued rambling. His phone would turn on from time to time, but it was inevitable to leave it unattended: it was obvious that it was just Howon trying to get his attention. After leaving, she seemed to have returned in high spirits, in fact, more than normal: at home, sometimes Taehyung thought he was being watched from the windows; In college she no longer came up to talk to him, but she did whisper while she watched him intently from her own seat. 

It was too strange, and horrifyingly creepy. The worst thing about it was that Jimin hadn't been able to come to his support because lately he was more busy with his girlfriend than with anyone else. Taehyung didn't blame him, but he was for some reason upset with him anyway. Reflecting, he came to the idea that perhaps he was envious. He might seem stupid, but, if he thought about it, it made a lot of sense.

He looked up from the computer at the watch on his wrist. It was already after three, on a Saturday. Normally his lectures lasted no more than about two hours in the morning, but he was late again. Of course, Namjoon had said that he would go to the library to review for a while, with the excuse that he had lately proclaimed as gospel:

"I can't concentrate at home."

"Well, I could go with you then." Taehyung was responding, attentive and almost mercifully willing to obey whatever Namjoon said, yearning, of course, for some indispensable condition.

"There's no point, you better stay home." Of course, lately he always came out disappointed.

After that, it was rare to hear from him until late at night, when he would return pretending that everything was normal.

Taehyung felt him enter the house, take a shower and then fall into his arms to sometimes sleep, other times wake him up and thrust in him without saying a word and then sleep with his back turned to him.

Of course, Taehyung liked to be used that way, but that was very strange. Namjoon had never been the kind of boyfriend, or person, or dominant who would do something like that. Where were the questions? The last time he gave him aftercare was at the session at the hotel, but even that had been strange.

It was fun, but as soon as everything was over, he told him to take a shower to sleep for a few hours, during which he did not accompany him, but instead of lovingly caressing him in bed, he drank something while he was sitting in the chair. Of course, lately Taehyung was noticing that it was harder to make him orgasm than normal. That day, for example, sitting as he was, he told Taehyung to uncover himself and he had to touch himself for almost half an hour until he could finish.

That generated a deep insecurity in Taehyung. Was it no longer enough for him? Was he bored? Maybe it was just stress but, in any case...in the past that would never have inhibited him, on the contrary, it made him even more relentless and faster.

Taehyung bit his lip again. It terrified him to be doubting him again. He did not want to. It had never been like this. Namjoon...he couldn't be like that. Maybe, after so much time he had already gotten bored of his fetish, maybe he didn't want to continue with it. Taehyung convinced himself that this must be it and told himself that, for his sake, he would be willing to never continue, even if it took away a part of himself. It would be worth it, to be with him.

He returned his gaze to the screen and then found what he was looking for. In gold, thin and an emerald. At that moment, his phone vibrated again.

Fed up, he opened it ready to block Howon once and for all, but he was surprised when the message came not from her, but from Hoseok.

It was simple.

< They are at the cinema. Together buying tickets. ]

He cursed under his breath. Hoseok was the culprit, yes, that was it. All those fucking days he had done nothing but send updates about Namjoon's apparent secret relationship with a lover. He wanted to block him, but before he could, Hoseok wrote again.

< He will be late, they entered a restaurant. ]

< He's writing a message, it's for you, right? ]

Taehyung was fed up, he wanted to tell him that he was a lying son of a bitch, to leave them alone, to not make things up, to leave them alone...

And then...

Joon

< I'm still in the library, I arrive around eight. I love you. ]

His fingers trembled as he typed a response. A photo of his chest, and a message on it.

[I'll wait for you >

There was no reply for minutes, but then, aphoto of Namjoon's white hoodie in close up with a smile on a white wallarrived. 

Taehyung thought that Namjoon's lips were starting to taste like cigarettes.