Pretty Lips {Namjin}

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Hey, lovelies!

So, there's gonna be a bit of backstory in this and I'm hoping to get to the verdict, so I'm just really happy right now haha

As always, my dears, enjoy!

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Far away from where Namjoon was sitting and waiting on that forbidden day, Gi-Chul was being put into a small room off to the side of where the examining of evidence was going on.

Neither side of the accusation was supposed to provide input of reaction to the showing, as to not disrupt the jury's work.

Namjoon decided way before the trial that he did not want to be there for the viewing of it, while Gi-Chul's parents thought that it would be best to have him get away for a moment, and his parents would go out into the halls to have a "coffee break".

That second statement was entirely incorrect, really, Gi-Chul knew that the second they were out into the hallway that they would make a dash for the rear-exit and his mother would discreetly smoke on a blunt by an alley while his father would be in their musty car that reeked of their emotional sorrows, chugging back a flask of whiskey he had hidden in the pocket of his suit.

Maybe he had gotten his bad behavior from his mom and dad, Gi-Chul didn't exactly know, he just knew that from what went on when he was younger with his parents around, it was definitely not fit for a child.

"Not like they give a flying fuck," Gi-Chul chuckled as he pulled out a slim package and a chunky one that was paired with it from the pocket of his blazer, opening them both to reveal a fresh pack of cigarettes and a carton of matches.

Smoking was another thing he learned from his parents, the both of them did it, as well as many other drugs he could barely name off the top of his head.

Mr. and Mrs. had gotten a rough patch with their marriage when Gi-Chul was about eight years old, and that led to the both of them refusing to get a divorce but to find new habits and people to mess around with.

So that decision led to Gi-Chul being witness of some very shocking happenings, his mother bringing over drug dealers to soothe her pain from within while his dad brought countless women to the house and not even caring that his wife was in the other room crying her eyes out at the thought of her husband cheating on her.

Gi-Chul believed that to say that his family and life in general was fucked up was a definite understatement,

He let the cigarette pierce his lips and he took a long suck of the chemicals inside, wishing that he could just see Namjoon again, maybe then he could have something else between his lips.

The thought of that incident actually occurring made Gi-Chul chuckle breathily, heavy plumes of smoke leaving his mouth and nostrils, but his mind started to wonder about how that pretty little mouth of Namjoon's would wrap around him so nicely, stretch his lips nice and wide.

Gi-Chul let his head roll back against the wall he was currently standing against, his hair rustling at it as he took another drag of smoke into his lungs.

"Fuck, baby," Gi-Chul cursed low in his throat after he let his hand travel down his stomach to his cock that was starting to bulge in his pants and rest there, imagining it was Namjoon's pretty fingers pressing into the fabric instead.

Seokjin would probably laugh if he was witnessing what was happening at that second, letting his broad shoulders shake as he bellowed with hysterics, "You think that Namjoon would ever suck you off, little bitch?"

Gi-Chul squeezed his eyes shut at the brew of his mind actually making that up, focusing on how Namjoon would take him out of his pants and stroke him languidly, eyes half-lidded and tongue lolling out at the sight of it, "That's right, slut, suck my cock like a good little boy."