Pick Up Lines (Taejoon)

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Please tell me if I need to rewrite this - idk if I went too far or not

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Namjoon wasn't exactly sure what had happened. A few seconds after Taehyung had told him, "Make me," Jin had appeared out of nowhere, fingers burying themselves into his hair and yanking him down for a sloppy kiss. Taehyung was still busy behind him, sucking and licking and nipping at his neck while Jin was kissing him with all the passion his liquor induced self could manage.

The next thing Namjoon knew, his shirt was being tugged over his head without his consent, warm hands trailing across his stomach from behind. Namjoon tried to wriggle away from the touch but Taehyung had already grabbed a hold of both of his arms, pinning them behind his back as he kissed his way up and down Namjoon's spine.

"Doesn't this feel good, baby?" Jin whispered sluggishly in his ear, chuckling a bit after.

"I-I need to go home," Namjoon grit out, trying to tug his arms away from Taehyung's vice like grip. A hot stripe was licked up his back, a shiver running through his spine as he tried to glare at Taehyung over his shoulder.

"We can make you feel good, Joonie," Taehyung whispered, coming back up to tug on Namjoon's ear with his teeth again.

Namjoon was thoroughly uncomfortable. He never thought he'd be in a position with two hot men running their hands all over him as if they owned him. Something inside of him didn't like it. They weren't listening to him and were marking up his body in hues of purple and red. He needed to leave and he needed to leave immediately.

"Please stop," Namjoon whimpered when Jin slipped a leg between his thighs, hands cupping his face to try and kiss him again. Namjoon turned his head away. He didn't want to play this game anymore, "Please!" His voice broke a bit, eyes clenching shut.

"Please what baby?" Taehyung's was hot on his ear, Namjoon tried pulling away again but either way he pulled he would either go farther into Taehyung or farther into Jin.

"Please stop...." Namjoon whined, tugging his arms and trying to get away from Jin's probing hands. He jerked suddenly as Jin bit into his shoulder. The thought of rape passed his mind briefly. Would Jin and Taehyung rape him? It seemed ridiculous but why else would he have been brought to a party where there was only the three of them?

"You don't want this?" Taehyung sounded confused.

Namjoon tried to keep his tears at bay but it was a rather overwhelming situation. He and Taehyung only flirted – that was it. He didn't want the younger to try and take advantage of him. Of course they were drunk, Namjoon understood that but it didn't stop the panic from bubbling into the pit of his stomach. Jin leaned back himself at that question, his eyes widening as he saw the tears swimming in Namjoon's eyes. He let go fully stepping back and pulling Taehyung off the younger. Even in his drunk state he knew better. He felt a flicker of shame in his gut.

"God, Namjoon-" Jin began but Namjoon cut him off with a sniff, snatching up his shirt and hoodie. He skipped putting the shirt on, only taking a moment to slip the yellow hoodie over his head with shaky hands.

Taehyung stood there, still confused.

"I'm leaving," Namjoon sniffed again, rubbing at his nose with his sweater paws. He made for the door. Taehyung stepped forward, grabbing his wrist. The older squeaked and tried to pull away. He honestly didn't want to have any physical contact for awhile. He didn't like being ignored and invaded like that.

Jin clutched at his own hair, "Jesus... Joonie – I'm so sorry!"

"What's wrong?" Taehyung didn't seem to understand. Jin sighed. He could understand and he was pretty sure he was drunk.

"Don't touch me!" Namjoon ripped his arm away, all but tripping out of Jin's front door and making his way down the sidewalk. No one came after him and for that, he was glad. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, mildly surprised it was still there and hadn't been taken by Taehyung. His eyes fell onto the lit up screen and he called the only person he knew to call. The phone rang on the other side before Namjoon heard someone pick up. He didn't give them a chance to even say hello.

"Hobi hyung?" it came out as more of a pathetic whimper, "Please come get me...."