Nectar p2 (• m.yg | k.nj •)

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Suga was just finishing pulling up his jeans when he hears Namjoon's voice on the other side of the bathroom door. Instead of making him wait until he was done, Suga figured he could open the door so he could come in and wash his face while Suga finished up what he was doing.

Suga unlocked the door and swung it open for his boyfriend. "Hey," he mumbled and turned to where he left his sweater. He was grateful to finally pull it on and be engulfed in warmth because of how chilly he'd been lately.

After he was all dressed and decent-ish, Suga turned towards the mirror for the first time and was surprised with what he saw. There were dark and painfully obvious love bites everywhere across his neck, and undoubtedly across his chest as well.
He began thinking back to the events of the previous night and ultimately caused his cheeks to flush and his mind to flood with indecent thoughts.

"How'd you sleep?" Suga decided on asking to keep his mind off other topics. As he waited for Namjoon's answer, he started to brush his teeth.

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Being that Namjoon was aware of the fact that Suga was etting dressed in the ither side, he decided to wait a moment for any sign of a response before he would turn himself away. To his pleasure he had only waited a few seconds until the door was opened wide and before himself was a half-dressed Yoongi welcoming him into the bathroom.

He gave a slight bow of his head before he entered the bathroom, trying his best to not keep his eyes glued on Suga's.. /hardly noticeably bruised chest and neck, but that attempt had deemed itself pointless because some of those bruises were on the darker side and well.. Certainly not small.

He blinked a few times, and if not for his face being masked his cheeks would have been as red as cherries, because that was his work on display as well as remind him of the previous nights events." ..Good morning.." Was just about all he could say and to save them the awkward moment he carried on with the rotation.

He stationed himself to the left aide of the sink, so much as to allow suga room to look at himself if need be before he started to peel away the cloth-like mask from his face. Once both pieces were off and diacarded into the trash, Namjoon look himself over; he carefully touched about his face for any immediate effects like softness of his skin or for any excess residues. He glanced over at suga when asked how he slept and shook his head," I've slept better in ten minutes then out of those five hours.." He said plainly, grabbing a hand towel and dampening a corner to wipe his face with." Did Jungkook make for a good bunk buddy for you, at least?"

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Suga could tell something was off Namjoon; it wasn't much but he just seemed a bit more shy than usual.. He'd definitely need to ask about it when he got the chance but decided now wasn't it.

Suga hoped that the fact that he wasn't there was the cause for Namjoon's restless sleep. But he knew that was a bit too cocky to hope for; even for him. Suga finished brushing his teeth just as Namjoon began to speak, so he quickly spit out the toothpaste foam and rinsed his mouth before replying.

"Jungkook is possibly one of the worst bunk mates someone could get stuck with," Suga sighed remembering how he would steal all of the blankets as well as kick in his sleep. He ran a hand across his face tiredly before scooting closer to Namjoon.

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Namjoon would have been a bit more upfront about the reason behind his trouble sleeping, but Suga's ego didn't need any more fuel than it already had. Plus, what kind of embarrassing confession would that have been? He might die from saying something like 'I couldn't sleep without you at my side'.. The day he said anything like that was not today.

Something just felt off within himself and with what happened last night-with Jungkook. He wasn't sure why it was getting to him so badly, but what if that really was a sign for something? his feelings for Suga were undeniable but why was it that he had suddenly become so cautious of them? Was it because of Jungkook coming to their room; maybe he was scared if being cut..but they weren't necessarily doing anything wrong so there was no reason to feel that way if he did.
It was confusing for him more than it was anything else, because of the very fact that he couldn't pin point his issue, but he positive a part of it was with how things panned out the night before. He just needed to figure out why.

After wiping his face down of any of the excess residues from the mask, Namjoon folded up the small hand towel and waited a moment for suga to finish rinsing his mouth before he set it down on the counter.

"Hoepfully you won't have to worry about sharing your bed again any time soon.." he said, offering a small smile. But when Yoongi moved himself even the slightest smidge closer, Namjoon had to keep himself from backing away out of fear that if he did get any closer and try to so muh as hold Yoongi's hand, their personal investigator would just so hapoen to pop up at that time.
He sighed softly and looked to Yoongi, his eyes automatically travelling down to his boyfriends neck."You might want to try and cover those up," he poked at Yoongi's cheek." Unless you like being interrogated, I mean..That doesn't sound like a way to start of the day, but maybe you're into that."

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"I'll only share a bed with you," Suga said and smiled shyly, hoping that tonight, they'd be cuddled up once again.

When Suga stepped closer to Namjoon, he expected to be pulled on for a hug and honestly was a bit surprised when he wasn't. Although he was also a hit disappointed, he decided not to push it so he wouldn't make Namjoon uncomfortable.

Little did Suga know, Namjoon's next comment wouldn't make him feel any better. Namjoon wanted him to /cover up/ the marks he made? Was he ashamed of them? Did he regret the night before? Tons of questions like these surged through sugas mind before he replied.
"um...yeah, sure." Suga mumbled as he reached for his base make up. He tried his best to cover the vast amounts of, in his opinion, beautiful marks, but it was hard for him; each mark he covered caused a pang in his heart.