Pretty Lips {Namjin}

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Greetings, my loves!

This is the chapter that a lot of you were waiting for, where Namjoon's mother finally comes back into picture.

Enjoy!

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The clock on Seokjin's dashboard glared five o'clock in the afternoon and Jin sighed heavily as cars soon filled the highway before him in an after-work rush of traffic that lead to his vehicle being pinned between two others in the lane that he was heading towards.

"Well, fuck this forsaken day, it looks like we're in a goddamn jam now," Seokjin huffed exasperatedly, combing his fingers through his sleek black hair that was starting to fan out in front of his forehead.

"It's okay, hyungie, I like being with everybody in here, although it's a bit cramped," Namjoon smiled, whimpering with a muted red dusting his pretty cheeks when both Jimin and Taehyung pulled him closer. 

Taehyung grinned, humming and nosing Namjoon's ear before murmuring deeply beside it, "We like being with you, too, you sweet little baby."

And if that statement didn't make the nicknamed boy blush even harder, then he didn't know what would, his whole face lighting up with blood that even spiked hot at the tips of his ears.

"I know you do, my baby doll, but I want you to get some plentiful rest and to see your mother again," Jin nodded at the end of his factual sentence before spinning around in his seat to show Namjoon the flashy glint in his eye and his warm smirk that soon had his boyfriend covering up his cheeks from the little giggle emitted from his throat.

Namjoon bit his pinked lip which was still dewy from the time that he licked it and hummed quickly in agreement, "All right, hyung, I promise I'll be a good boy and get my sleep in so you won't worry."

"You better, otherwise there will be a little punishment for misbehaving me and not taking care of yourself like you should," Jin threatened with a slow rumble of his chest, smiling when Namjoon pouted and looking away from him for a second.

Namjoon's eyebrows furrowed and he sighed, "But you know that I like spankings."

Everyone else except the couple widened their eyes with a little snort of laughter at how blunt his speech was, he must really have needed a nap.

"It won't be a spanking, darling, but I'm sure you'll keep within your limits, you look like you're on the verge of slumber right about now," Seokjin chuckled, thumbing Namjoon's cheek that was visible on Taehyung's shoulder.

"Screw your boyfriend, Joonie, you're always our good boy too," Taehyung thrummed, a tinge of joy lacing his smooth tone before planting his lips to the pane of flesh lining the side of his neck and letting them stay there for a moment, closing his eyes and letting the divine scent of Namjoon's favorite soap waft to his nostrils, tightening his grip on his waist ever-so-slightly.

"We really love you, Joonie," Hoseok mumbled before him and Jimin became synchronized and and placed firm kisses in separate spots on the base of his neck and the other side of it.

Namjoon soon gasped at all of this that he was experiencing, but soon fluttered his eyelashes closed when Jungkook and Yoongi molded their individual pairs of lips to the backs of his wrists.

Seokjin couldn't help but smile affectionately through his damp but not crying eyes and lean forward to deliver a slow peck to Namjoon's plump and slightly parted lips.

Now, if anyone else was there to witness that scene play out and unfold, they probably would have thought of it as frightfully suggestive and even downright dirty to have six men kissing a seventh, but not to Namjoon.