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- Namjoon found himself laid up in Jimin's bed, actually talking. They hadn't made a single inappropriate advancement towards one another, and the older male found that the alpha would let him rant about anything that he absolutely wanted to. There were additional comments thrown in there, ones that told him what Jimin thought of the subject.
"-do you know what I mean? Well, I don't think you'd understand exactly what I mean, unless you're an undercover sex worker." Namjoon mumbled sheepishly, as Jimin listened intently; stroking his hand gently through the omegas hair.
"I can't say that I necessarily do, but what I do understand, is that it's important to you. You should talk with your boss about it; don't let it just keep happening, because you work there. This isn't a regular job, Joon, you're the one bringing the company money. I'm sure they'll understand and be able to accommodate; just a little." Jimin convinced, smiling softly.
He could only nod dumbly, and sink more against Jimin's side. It almost felt like they'd known each other forever. If Namjoon's endless ranting was anything to go by, then Jimin most likely knew everything about him — as if they'd really known each other forever. It almost scared him, to be so close to someone who he'd met through sex. Who actually knew what he was doing for a living.
"Wait, what time is it?" Namjoon asked, jolting up to glance at Jimin's clock on the bedside table. "Fuck."
"What? It's only 6, there's plenty of time to the day left. I thought you said you were off today?" Jimin asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched the clock, as well.
"I am it's just- 6 is when Peachy's is open. I can't get into the back, after that time, because clients will be around. For safety precautions, you're supposed to wait until it's closed, to avoid anyone slipping past." Namjoon explained dully, sighing to himself for being careless.
It couldn't be helped, though. He felt like he had all the time in the world, when he got to talk about things that he actually liked. Jimin let him do just that, and even paid attention; like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Namjoon wasn't used to that sort of treatment. Hell, he hadn't even had that sort of relationship or interaction with anyone for the two years that he'd been working.
It was better to avoid people, in the event that they'd recognize him from work; or in case they ended up actually showing up. He'd die if someone that he got close to, walked into his job. But with Jimin, god, he hoped the younger male would come back more often.
"Just stay here," the alpha suggested with a shrug. "It's not like we haven't slept next to each other before."
Namjoon just stared at him; mouth opened a little, before his ears began to burn. Something about the mention of them sleeping together, made him feel shy. He nodded a little, though, to accept the offer. He couldn't pass up on it — there was no where else for him to go. His brother lived in a whole different city, and he'd scold Namjoon for being so thoughtless as to lose time.
"Okay."
And just like that; they fell back into normal conversation. This time, Jimin led with curious questions regarding his work, and what he did outside of it. Usually, Namjoon hated when people asked, but with the smaller alpha in front of him; he felt the need to spill his whole daily routine.
"So, how do you like- we didn't wear a condom, is that something you usually do?" Jimin asked, cheeks a little flushed from his own question.
"I don't usually let anyone just... Yeah. I don't really get knotted, either. I'm on the pill, if that's what you're asking." He promised, not wanting Jimin to freak out over the possibility of pups.
"Why was it different for me?" Namjoon froze, and he was sure that the alpha picked up on the way his breath stuttered; heart thumping a little faster.
"I- you made me feel desperate." He admitted, adverting his eyes to pick at the thread of Jimin's blankets. "I wanted more. I wanted to be knotted, by you." He confessed, shrugging a little.
"You wanted to be knotted by... me?" Jimin raised an eyebrow that Namjoon couldn't see, with the way his head was bent downwards at the neck; hiding the stain of his embarrassment that spread across his cheeks.
"I felt like... At that moment, I felt like I could take pups. It crossed my mind. My body just wanted you, like that." He confirmed, finally lifting his head to look Jimin in the eye.
"It's weird for me, too. I don't usually feel like that with anyone. Workers come in and out all day, and I let them fuck me — I let them spread my legs and take whatever they want. Sometimes, if they're clean, they request no condoms. They're paying clients, I oblige. But with you, it was different. I'm the one who wanted it. Wanted you." He continued on, opting to just let it all out. It was obvious that there was something between the two of them, and he'd be damned if it just stayed there; simmering between the two, but never boiling over into something else.
Jimin seemed at a loss for words, before he shook his head a little. He seemed to be thinking hard, before he opened his mouth again. Over what? Namjoon didn't know. But when he finally did speak up, he spoke the very words that Namjoon dreaded — deep in his core. The words that made his stomach twist with uncertainty.
"Would you quit, then? For me?"
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Hello! It's rare that I ever leave my own comments on wattpad works, because I don't want to mess up the flow of writing. However !! I'm starting a Namjoon centered one-shot book, so I thought I'd prepare you all for that (: if you have any plots you'd like me to center around, please leave them in the comments! I can do both top and bottom Joon, but I'm centered around bottom, atm.
