Swings and Stars (BoyxBoy: BTS Fanfiction) [Completed]

Drunk & Heartbroken

Namjoon's jaw clenched, eyes burning as he felt the blood pump rapidly around his body, his skin crawling irritably.

"Get the fuck off of him!" Namjoon dived forward, pulling Jeongguk off of Seokjin. Jeongguk glared at Namjoon.

"Who even are you?" Jeongguk snapped, shoving him out of the way as he moved back to the bed, his hands finding their way back to Seokjin's ripped jeans which he began tearing further down, revealing Seokjin's pale thighs. Jeongguk licked his lips, eyes travelling over Seokjin, eyes catching in the newly revealed skin. Namjoon growled. His hatred for the boy tripled, feeling his blood surge beneath his skin, boiling and bubbling in anger.

"Did you not hear me or something?! I said get off!" Namjoon yanked Jeongguk back by the shoulders, throwing him off off the bed onto the floor. Jeongguk glared up at the other with a grimace. "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that if you don't get out of this room right now, I'm going to-"

"What?" Jeongguk provoked. "What are you going to do? Huh?!"

Namjoon lifted the boy up by his hair slamming him into the wall.

"Do you want me to repeat myself?" Namjoon barely spoke, his voice ominous and warning. The room fell deafeningly silent, the only audible noise being Jeongguk gulping fearfully as he was greeted with Namjoon's death glare. "Get. Out." He hissed out at the boy, staring up at Namjoon with his hands placed on the wall, desperately clinging to keep himself up. Jeongguk hurriedly picked up shirt jacket, throwing his t-shirt back on and fleeing the room. As the front door slammed closed, Namjoon turned his attention back to Seokjin.

Seokjin sat with his head hung, knees pushed to his chest. He sobbed into his arms, his head lifting to stare at Namjoon. Namjoon stared at the boy, he looked so vulnerable; his shirt thrown to the floor and ripped, leaving him shirtless with red marks trailing down his chest and ripped jeans halfway down his legs exposing his skin. He looked so small, so alone. Namjoon's eyes grew sorrowful, the other's eyes damp glistening from the moonlight seeping through the window. His expression was pained, breath jittering as tears ran down his cheeks.

"T-Tae-Taehyung d-doesn't..." Seokjin choked out between sobs. Namjoon shuffled along the bed, gently wrapping his arms around Seokjin. Seokjin returned the hug, his trembling arms looping around and clutching onto him as he cried into his shoulder. Namjoon patted his back, hushing him gently, whispering soothing words as Seokjin finally poured his heart out into Namjoon's shoulder.