scenario: desperation leads the mind to make the most rash decisions.
ship: nammin.
A house made of cards, and stupidly, us.
a shaky breath.
Even if you say it's a useless dream, just stay a little more like this.
a gentle touch.
Slow down the time. Please stay just for a little more.
a single finger trailing softly down his chest, slowly nearing his growing heat.
Please baby.
touch me more.
Calm down.
i need it.
Just a little more
i need you.
Oh, oh.
stop.
the breathy moan drew namjoon out of his delirious state, panting as a bead of sweat trailed down his neck and sunk onto his heaving chest. a hand ran through his hair, distant voices muted by the incessant ringing filling his mind.
more. please, give it to me.
the ringing grew louder, slowly becoming unbearable as the voices became stronger.
i need it now. please, jimin, i need you.
"namjoon!"
the ringing stopped. time seemed to freeze as he looked around, jin's worried eyes boring through his own. he reached up to feel the elder's hand grazing through his hair, grimacing as his grip tightened.
"are you okay? jimin finished, but i don't think you can go up like this-"
jimin.
the thought ate up his mind as namjoon flew out of his chair, moaning as he felt a sharp tug on his hair.
"did you just-? never mind that. what's going on, namjoon? talk to me."
jimin. i need you. jimin.
"b-bathroom."
as soon as the word left his mouth, his body was flying down the corridor to the backstage area. disregarding any staff he pushed and any props he might have destroyed, namjoon searched for jimin with a desperation he wasn't aware he could muster.
"you did great, jungkookie, trust me!"
his voice.
namjoon grew more frantic, feeling his hair prickle and goosebumps form on his skin as jimin's beautiful laugh resounded through the hallway.
and then he saw him.
jimin's bright hair stood out in the otherwise monochromatic room, a bright smile adorning his face and filling his crescent shaped eyes.
for a moment he froze, the air in the room suddenly growing heavy as he felt a predatory gaze pierce the back of his head. within his next breath, a hand had wrapped around his wrist and dragged him out of the room.
the two maintained fast pace as they raced down the hallway, strong wind blowing through and disheveling his otherwise groomed hair. when he finally had an opportunity to gaze at whom the hand on his wrist belonged to, he was astounded by the sheer amount of lust clouding his hyung's eyes. a trickle of fear ran its course through his body, leaving behind a delightful shiver that led jimin to hold his breath.
and then his body was pulled into a dimly lit closet, provoking panic to grow in jimin's chest. however, in the next second namjoon's body was caging him against the locked door, their heaving chests meeting with every breath, and all he could think of was the way his hyung's eyes were dripping with desire.
their eyes met and they remained still for a few minutes, holding a silent conversation through their gaze. when namjoon did speak, his voice was so sensual and erotic that jimin couldn't hold back a soft moan.
"jiminie."
the name came out as a soft growl, filling the small room and resounding in the younger's ears. after a moment of silence, he felt namjoon's teeth graze his ear softly, drawing a soft moan that sent a shiver coursing throughout both of their bodies.
"hyung, please."
what was he begging for?
a lewd sound followed as namjoon buried his head in his neck, kissing him in all the right places and jimin just couldn't handle it anymore; not when his hyung was looking so damn desperate, the air surrounding them heavy in a manner that could only be described as the desire.
so he couldn't be blamed when his hands began to run down the elder's body, relishing in the sounds namjoon produced as his fingers grazed the top of his belt and ran back up under his shirt. he was barely hanging on to his last thread of sanity as their lips met, touching so softly at first that jimin was sure he had imagined it. and then their movements were overflowing with desperation, with the need for something, anything, to fulfill their desires and quench this seemingly never ending thirst for each other.
but fate seemed to withhold other plans, for when the first hesitant touches grazed the burning desire that clouded their minds, the sharp sound of knocking filled the room and snapped them out of their delirious state. the voice at the other side of the door mumbled something that was ignored by the two before walking away, leaving the boys behind to drown in their own thoughts. coming to a silent agreement, the two walked out silently into the corridor, each going a separate way, hoping for their own sake that they could subdue their desire for just a few more hours.
just a few more hours.
