✔ We Accept The Love We Think We Deserve #namgi

~twenty three~

\\ cw: slightly (barely there) hint of nswf content, foul language

Once the bath was done, Namjoon was ready with a huge, fluffy towel. He enveloped Yoongi in it, avoiding looking at him too much, and helped him out of the bathtub. Yoongi, still a bit achy and now more relaxed, felt increasingly clingy. He waited as Namjoon unplugged the bathtub, allowing the water to drain.

As they returned to the room, Yoongi shamelessly leaned on Namjoon for comfort. Namjoon gently dried Yoongi's legs, arms, and hair, and then helped him slide into some pajamas and fuzzy socks. The intimate care Namjoon provided made Yoongi feel safe and cherished, the warmth of the fluffy towel and Namjoon's touch easing the remnants of his earlier anxiety.

Yoongi's mind felt foggy with the attention and care Namjoon was giving him. He had never experienced this kind of treatment, not even when things were good between him and his ex. Perhaps it was the fact that he was so starved for touch, care, and attention that turned him into a mush, allowing Namjoon to do anything. He couldn't even be ashamed of the little whine that escaped his mouth when Namjoon moved away from him.

Namjoon chuckled, clearly endeared. "I'll be back soon, hyung. I'm going to grab your breakfast, and then I'll come back to massage you, as I promised," he said.

Yoongi nodded, relaxing into his pillows and patiently waiting, his lips trapped between his teeth. Not long after, Namjoon returned with a tray full of banchan, miso, and a generous plate of omurice. The delicious smell made Yoongi's stomach growl, and he quickly attacked the food with hunger and satisfaction.

Namjoon sat at the foot of the bed, watching with a smile as Yoongi fed himself and his baby, balancing his plate on his large belly and munching eagerly. While Yoongi was distracted and occupied, Namjoon sneaked his hands towards Yoongi's feet, squeezing them in soft, soothing motions.

Yoongi froze at the initial sensation but soon relaxed as Namjoon gave him a reassuring look and a nod, urging him to keep eating. Namjoon continued his gentle ministrations on Yoongi's feet, moving up to his ankles and sliding up to his shins, but respectfully stopping above Yoongi's knees.

Once Yoongi finished eating, Namjoon pushed the tray with the empty dishes to the side and moved up on the bed.

"May I?" Namjoon asked, pointing to Yoongi's back.

Yoongi eagerly nodded and positioned himself further to the center of the bed, allowing Namjoon to climb behind him.

Namjoon's hands began their careful work on Yoongi's back, applying gentle pressure to the tense muscles. Yoongi let out a soft sigh, feeling the warmth and strength of Namjoon's touch. The massage was both soothing and invigorating, making the tension of the previous day melt away. Namjoon's hands moved in slow, deliberate circles, easing the knots that had formed from stress and fatigue.

As Namjoon's hands moved down Yoongi's back, a slow shiver began to build. Yoongi became acutely aware of the warmth of Namjoon's hands, the length of his fingers, and the pressure applied from his spine to his hips. The sensations were both comforting and electrifying, sending pulses of warmth through his body.

"Oh, fuck, right there!" Yoongi moaned as Namjoon began to massage his hips more vigorously.

Instantly, Yoongi's teeth clamped down on his lips, his eyes widening in embarrassment. He tensed, realizing how his words might have sounded to Namjoon. The vulnerability of the moment made his heart race, and he couldn't help but feel exposed.