Bts Members Oneshots (English)

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I don't know how this come up to my mind ¯\_( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ )_/¯

The room was dimly lit, casting shadows that danced across the walls as Namjoon and Jin lay together on the bed. The sheets were a tangled mess, evidence of their fervent desire and mounting frustration. Despite the passion that had started their evening, there was a palpable tension in the air.

Namjoon's heart raced, but not from excitement. He was lying on his back, naked, his body betraying him in the worst way. Jin, his lover, was perched above him, his expression a mix of frustration and yearning. Jin's hands roamed over Namjoon's body, trying desperately to ignite the spark that seemed to be eluding them tonight.

Jin's touch was urgent, his movements a blend of tenderness and raw need. He stroked Namjoon's length with a combination of gentle caresses and firm squeezes, hoping to coax his partner into arousal. However, despite Jin's best efforts, Namjoon remained unresponsive, his member stubbornly flaccid.

"What's wrong?" Jin's voice was laced with concern, his fingers still working over Namjoon's groin. He tried to hide his own frustration, but it seeped through in the way he gripped Namjoon's lenght.

Namjoon's face was a mix of embarrassment and distress. "I don't know," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's just not working."

Jin's face hardened, his frustration bubbling over. He increased the pressure of his touches, squeezing harder, stroking faster. He was so focused on trying to make things work that he failed to notice the grimace of pain that crossed Namjoon's face with each rough movement.

The friction was starting to take its toll on Namjoon. His skin was becoming red and irritated from the harsh treatment, and the discomfort was growing into pain. He bit his lip to keep from making any noise, not wanting to add to Jin's frustration.

Jin's determination didn't wane, though. His hands became more frantic, nails digging into Namjoon's sensitive skin as he tried to manipulate his lover's body into submission. In his heightened state of need and irritation, he was oblivious to the damage he was causing. The rough handling, combined with Jin's relentless efforts, eventually caused Namjoon's bladder to give way. A stream of urine erupted from him, soaking the sheets and creating a mess.

The sight and sound of it made Jin stop abruptly. He looked down at Namjoon, who was now visibly distressed and in pain. His eyes, usually so full of warmth and affection, were now clouded with anger and confusion.

"What the hell?" Jin's voice was a harsh whisper, his hands stilling as he took in the mess before him. The anger that had been simmering beneath the surface boiled over, and without thinking, he smacked Namjoon's thigh with a sharp, stinging slap.

The force of the hit made Namjoon flinch, a muffled cry escaping his lips. The pain in his crotch, already intense from the rough treatment, was now compounded by the sting of Jin's slap. He tried to curl up, to shield himself from the hurt, but it was no use.

Jin's anger was quickly replaced by a surge of guilt as he saw the pain in Namjoon's eyes. His harsh treatment, driven by his own desperation and frustration, had caused more harm than pleasure. The realization hit him like a cold wave, and he recoiled, his hands shaking as he tried to process what had just happened.

"Namjoon, I-" Jin started, his voice cracking with remorse. He reached out hesitantly, his fingers brushing against the tender, reddened skin of Namjoon's groin. The sight of the damage he'd caused, the raw, irritated flesh and the tear-streaked face of his lover, was almost too much to bear.

"I'm so sorry," Jin whispered, his voice breaking. "I didn't realize... I didn't mean to hurt you. I was just-"

Namjoon looked up at him, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and forgiveness. "I know," he said softly. "I know you didn't mean it."

Jin's hands trembled as he helped Namjoon sit up, carefully avoiding the tender areas. He grabbed a clean towel and began to gently clean up the mess, his movements slow and tender, trying to undo some of the damage he'd done.

"I should have been more careful," Jin said, his voice thick with emotion. "I was so focused on my own needs that I forgot about yours."

Namjoon managed a weak smile, the pain still evident but his spirit undiminished. "It's okay," he said.

Jin's eyes were filled with a deep sorrow and affection as he gazed at Namjoon. "I promise," he said earnestly, "I'll do whatever it takes to make this right."

As they both lay back on the bed, the atmosphere had shifted. The urgency of desire had given way to a deeper understanding and connection. Jin's hands, now gentle and soothing, traced soft patterns over Namjoon's skin, his touch careful and considerate.

The night had not gone as planned, but in its own way, it had brought them closer. They lay together in the aftermath, their bodies and hearts healing from the unexpected turmoil. As they drifted off to sleep, there was a newfound intimacy between them, a reminder that love was not just about physical desire but about understanding, patience, and the willingness to be there for one another in the most vulnerable moments.