A Desire for the Moon

17 [M]

The DJ at the club was playing all the amazing songs that made Seokjin want to dance. He was sitting beside Namjoon with a third drink in his hand and watched all the people dancing with envy in his eyes. Oh, how amazing it must feel to not have responsibilities. As he was scanning the club, he found some familiar faces. The two princes from Haiyer were there too. The younger one was dancing with his entire body stuck to another boy, and the older one was vibing to the music with a glass of what Seokjin presumed was alcohol. He chuckled, "Not so sorted after all."

Namjoon matched his vision. He hummed, "They are good actors. Just like you."

"Can you stop picking at me for like a few hours?" Seokjin turned to him.

Namjoon nodded, "Yeah, I can," He pointed at the dance floor, "You know, you can join them. I am here if something goes wrong."

Seokjin's eyes went wide, "Really?" Seokjin was a little skeptical about Namjoon's offer.

Namjoon smiled, "Yeah. I am serious."

Seokjin smiled brightly and immediately left for the dance floor. Namjoon took a deep breath. Did Seokjin just smile at him? No, he must be hallucinating. But if he was not hallucinating, the smile made his brain malfunction for a second. He shook his head and kept a close eye on where Seokjin was going. As he entered the dance floor, he seemed to let go of everything. He looked so happy and free. Namjoon almost felt bad for him. But then he remembered that Seokjin was a power-driven man, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

It had been almost two hours since Seokjin joined the dance floor, but he was not satisfied. He would occasionally go to Namjoon for drinks and then join the dance floor again. He had met the two princes while dancing. They talked a little before parting their ways. The boys were escorted out of the club by their bodyguards.

Namjoon had noticed a few men and women lurking around Seokjin, but Seokjin was pretty good at keeping his distance. After a while, Namjoon saw a man getting handsy with Seokjin. And Seokjin wasn't avoiding it either. Namjoon knew if he didn't interfere, it would be a problem. He sighed and made his way to Seokjin. He pulled Seokjin to himself by his waist before glaring at the man.

"He is with me."

The man looked at Seokjin weirdly before leaving them alone.

Seokjin turned around in Namjoon's hold and glared at him. He looked pretty drunk. His cheeks were turning pink, and his pupils looked unfocused. "That's enough. We are leaving." Namjoon said with quite a bit of authority.

"No." Seokjin huffed. He was still in Namjoon's arms but it didn't stop him from throwing a tantrum, "I am not going anywhere."

Namjoon leaned closer to his ear, "Just come with me unless you want me to carry you out like a sack of potatoes."

Seokjin huffed again before complying with him.

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As soon as they reached the hotel room, Seokjin grabbed Namjoon by his collar and smacked their lips together. Namjoon struggled a little before shoving Seokjin, "What the fuck are you doing?" He was really confused especially when Seokjin had behaved for the entire ride back home.

Seokjin smirked, "Aren't we getting too mouthy?" Seokjin stepped closer to Namjoon, "Well, you cockblocked me, so I think you should take responsibility. I have heard you are pretty good at that."

Namjoon rolled his eyes, "You are drunk. You don't know what you are saying."

Seokjin laughed, "Oh, I am sober as a saint. I think you are just a coward. Scaredy cat."

Namjoon pinned Seokjin to the nearest wall, "You are going to regret this. I will make sure you do."

He connected their lips with a bruising force. He grabbed Seokjin's jaw to keep him steady. Seokjin smirked in the kiss. He thought Namjoon would just ignore his provocations and leave him alone. But Namjoon walked right into it. Every move of Namjoon's tongue was aggressive. And Seokjin loved it. His actions immediately calmed the thoughts in Seokjin's head. Namjoon's other hand started taking Seokjin's jacket off. Seokjin had just started unbuttoning the shirt when Namjoon took both of his hands and pinned them on the wall above him.