Ten <Namjin Fanfic>

2.

<hey everyone, I'm actually going to start writing this from Namjoon's perspective as I feel more comfortable writing in first person. I'll edit the first chapter later but for now...>

I opened the door and invited Yoongi inside. My eyes traced the pattern of his feet as he walked through the kitchen and into the living room. He wouldn't make eye contact with me, and I wouldn't with him.

"Yoongi..."

"Don't". His mouth was contorting in the old familiar way. Those eyes darted back and forth, frantically. "I don't even know what to say to you"

"Yoongi, I can't do this anymore. I can't do this to Jin. You know that I'll always lo..." He cuts me off again.

"Don't give me your bullshit! I can't...I can't handle this anymore. Don't you understand what you put me through, Namjoon? I try and I try to make things work. I broke things off with Jimin. I moved out of his apartment and into what was supposed to be where we would live together." He pauses and his face contorts more. It's growing increasingly red, only I can't tell if it's anger or resentment. I only know to dart my eyes.

He takes a few steps towards me before stopping to talk more. This time he uses his arms for emphasis. "I love you Namjoon. Love is patient. But, how long do I wait? How long do I wait for you to join me? What is this charade you're pulling with Jin?" Tears are forming. "You're lying to him and you're lying to yourself."

"Yoongi, I - I don't know what to say. I want to do all those things. I want to be with you, but while you love me and I love you, I also love Jin and he loves me back. I don't know who to choose because..." I bite my lip to hold back the flood. "Because no matter what I do, I'm hurting someone. I'm losing someone. And with the death of Tae, i don't think I can bare to lose anyone else."

This upsets him more. "Don't you ever fucking bring up Tae. You didn't know him like I did."

"I'm sorry...I shouldn't have..."

He continues. "You're hurting me now with what you're doing. If you broke things off, I could move on. And same with Jin. You've noticed he's been distant lately. He's hurting. He knows something's wrong. If you let him go, he can get better, feel better. But you can't have us both"

I shove my hands in my pockets and keep my eyes fixated on the tiles below my feet. I feel as if there is a knife being twisted into my abdomen. I can't fucking stand myself anymore.

He steps closer now, about six inches from myself. He places a gentle hand on my chin and makes my eyes meet his. "I don't want this to end." He presses his lips firmly into mind. The old familiar feelings come rushing back. I feel my cheeks burning red hot.

He slips his tongue in, meeting mine. His hands find their way to my waist. As he explores my mouth, he pulls me in closer. I wrap my arms around him, hands resting at the shoulder blades. His mouth removes itself from mine and trails tiny kisses down my neck. A moan escapes my lips. I can't help myself from wanting him.

I can feel his member growing against my own. Goddamn, am I ready to do this again? My body is saying yes. My lips tremble with every touch. I try to bite them down and keep them quiet, but they release themselves into a pant.

"Y-yoongi..."

He places a finger upon my lips. His eyes look deeply into mine and then slyly over to the stairs. My bedroom. He continues on my neck for a moment, this time pressing his teeth into my shoulder and sucking hard at the skin. I feel the pressure building up inside of me. It's been months.

He grabs my hand. After a squeeze he pulls me up the stairs and into my bedroom. Yoongi slams my body against the door, trapping my hands above my head. "Please...I need you..."
He smirks at my plea and leans his hips into mine. He's never been this excited before. I feel butterflies rising through my bones.

He's hard. Harder than I've ever felt him. I'm excited, but intimidated by his size alone.

He tosses me to the bed and I fall easily. He starts unbuttoning my pants. My breath is heightening. He pulls my jeans off and begins tracing his tongue on the outline of my cock. "Ah...ah yes, Jin...more!"

His head retracts instantly as if we had just been caught. He picks my pants up off the floor and throws them at me.

"I'm sorry, yoongi! Please, please. No, I didn't mean it. I was just..."

He looks at himself in the mirror and fixes his hair before walking out of the bedroom without a word.

The passion was gone.

To be continued....