War of Hormone

Dimple

Seokjin swallows. There is still a bit of a weird taste on his tongue, it's not really disgusting, at least not half as disgusting as he thought it would be, maybe kind of salty. Yeah, salty is probably the best word to describe the taste. Namjoon still has his eyes closed, a blissful expression on his face as he leans back against the wall. His face is still slightly flushed and there are markings on his bottom lip where he dug his teeth into while Seokjin gave him the sloppiest blow job in history. He seemed to enjoy it though. Seokjin has never seen just how pretty Namjoon can actually be before this moment. Of course, Seokjin always knew that he was somewhat attracted to him. To his tall figure, his cute dimples that stand in contrast to his sharp facial features and his oddly coloured hair that has been blocking Seokjin's view since they first met, preventing him to look at everything else ever again. But right now that Namjoon's face is calm and relaxed and his eyes closed, a soft smile lingering on his lips, he is actually breathtaking. Seokjin is overwhelmed by the sudden urge to take a picture of him and before he can even think about it he is already searching his pants – that are still on the floor with the rest of his clothes – for his phone. By the time he has found it Namjoon has opened one eye to curiously peer at him.

"Were you going to take a picture of me?", he asks and Seokjin feels like he has been caught red-handed. Almost instinctively he tries to hide his phone with his body but it's no use. Namjoon has already seen it. But to Seokjin's surprise, he gives him a lazy smile and gestures for him to come over. "Come over here, sit next to me, we'll take one together."

Seokjin's body follows before his mind has even properly comprehended the words and in the next moment, he is sitting next to Namjoon. On his bed. Naked. This feels weird. Even though they just had sex this moment of being casually naked around each other feels a lot more intimate somehow. Namjoon puts one arm around Seokjin's shoulders and he immediately tenses up a little under the sudden weight.

"So, are you going to take it or should I do it?", Namjoon asks, shaking Seokjin fully awake again. Quickly he holds up his phone and opens the camera app.

"I'll take it, I need to get my good angle."

"Oh come on, you look perfect from every angle, we both know that."

"You can stop the flattery now, I already sucked your dick."

Seokjin snaps a couple of pictures, his head leaned against Namjoon's shoulder, both of them smiling in the camera, their hair messy, cheeks still slightly flushed, red marks on both of them. He tries to just capture their faces but a bit of the exposed skin below the neck is still visible, enough to leave room open for imagination. After Seokjin has taken maybe twenty or so pictures he looks through them in his gallery and immediately deletes half of them again before he has finally found a couple that he is satisfied with.

"Will you send them to me?", Namjoon asks and Seokjin nods absentmindedly, still too busy admiring how even with his hair sweaty and ruffled from Namjoon grabbing it he looks this amazing. He vaguely notices how Namjoon gets up from the bed next to him and when Seokjin finally raises his head Namjoon is standing in front of him in all his glory, gathering up their clothes from the floor. Seokjin watches without saying a word. Takes the moment to really take in the sight of Namjoon's body. The muscles that move under his soft skin, the dimples at the bottom of his spine at the small of his back that are probably just as deep as the dimples on his face. Seokjin paints a mental picture of the moment, to remember it later, while he waits for Namjoon to notice him. Of course he does. With Seokjin's shirt in his hands, he smiles at him, casually, as if they had done this countless times before.

"Maybe we should wash them. I can give you some of my clothes in the meantime. Do you want to take a shower?"

Seokjin slowly shakes his head, not able to really speak a word and Namjoon gives him that questioning look. That look that Seokjin hates, because it means that Namjoon is seeing through him again. That he is doubting him again. Seokjin forces a smile. It doesn't fool Namjoon. It has never fooled him.