Caramel Milk & Red Wine | Namjin FF

(9) soft & rough

The car ride was heavy with an uncomfortable silence. A dark aura seemed to surround Namjoon, and Seokjin could sense that something was terribly wrong with him. 

“Misang is my best friend from high school.” Seokjin knew Namjoon was upset about him hugging the other alpha, especially since Namjoon had made it clear that morning that Seokjin belonged to him—and he did, entirely. 

Namjoon shifted his gaze from the road to Seokjin, who swallowed hard at the sheer intensity of Namjoon's menacing glare, a look that radiated his dominance as a true-blood alpha. 

The dark, terrifying look in Namjoon’s eyes told Seokjin he was in trouble. Although he trusted Namjoon because he was his mate and knew he wouldn’t hurt him, Seokjin was afraid he might have hurt the alpha's feelings. 

Still, he said nothing, deciding to approach Namjoon slowly, hoping to calm him down. He also needed to ask about the "hating" thing, but now wasn’t the time, not when Namjoon was this angry. 

The car stopped in their private parking space outside their apartment building. Namjoon unfastened his seat belt as Seokjin was about to open his door. 

“Don’t,” Namjoon growled, exiting the car and coming around to Seokjin's side to open the door for him. Seokjin's heart melted a little—Namjoon was clearly furious, but he was still a gentleman. 

Holding Seokjin's hand, they walked to the elevator and up to their apartment. The moment they stepped inside, Namjoon let go of his hand. 

“Alpha,” Seokjin called, stopping Namjoon just as he was about to head to his room. 

“Please say something,” he pleaded, his voice trembling slightly. The silence was more terrifying than any words Namjoon could have spoken. 

“Who was he?” Namjoon asked, fully facing Seokjin, his hands buried in his pockets. 

“I told you, he's my friend from high school,” Seokjin replied, grateful that Namjoon was finally speaking. The intensity of Namjoon’s gaze was so fierce that Seokjin felt like he was melting under its heat. 

“Friend or boyfriend?” Namjoon pressed, and Seokjin furrowed his brows, displeased with Namjoon's line of questioning. 

“Friend,” he answered. Yes, he and Misang had dated for a few years in high school, but that was over—they were always been friends. 

“Don’t lie to me, omega,” Namjoon said in a deep tone that sent a shiver down Seokjin's spine. 

“He was your boyfriend,” Namjoon stated, and Seokjin swallowed hard. 

“He was, but only for a short time. He was more of a friend to me than a boyfriend,” Seokjin replied softly. He knew Namjoon was angry, but he also knew that if they both got angry, it would only make things worse. 

“Why did you lie to me?” Namjoon demanded. All he could think about was the image of Seokjin and Misang as the perfect high school couple, torturing him with every memory. 

“Because it doesn’t matter to me. I didn’t lie to you—I just didn’t tell you about a few months of foolish dating,” Seokjin said, and Namjoon let out a mocking chuckle. 

“A few months? You’re lying again, sweet caramel.” Normally, when Namjoon called him by that nickname, Seokjin felt butterflies in his stomach. But now, it felt like Namjoon was mocking him. 

“How do you know that?” Seokjin asked, wondering how Namjoon could be so sure. 

“I know you better than you think, baby. And you’re definitely not going to meet any of your douchebag friends,” Namjoon said, his tone calm and collected, but the underlying firmness made Seokjin shiver.