Is It Wrong? | Sope

Chapter 3

Yoongi POV

"Alright, Yoongi. Just tell me what the hell's got you all worked up. You're usually cold and distant, but you're not usually glaring at whatever it is you're looking at in the room." Namjoon says with a sigh. I groan quietly, running a hand through my hair before taking a few gulps of beer.

"Manager Nim is forcing me to collaborate with some fucking dancer. Says the bitch needs to showcase the ability to wrap and that I have to be able to show more talent by dancing." I mutter angrily before knocking back the rest of the beer in my bottle. My friends eyes widen in surprise as we lounge around in my living room, drinking a few beers to ease both our minds.

"Why the fuck would he want you dancing? No offense, man, but doesn't he know you don't fucking dance?" Namjoon questions, shaking his head before polishing off the last of his current beer. I nod my head, standing up to grab both empty bottles.

"He does. I don't know why the fuck he thinks I'm gonna be dancing. Or how the hell he's gonna get me dancing either." I answer, walking away to throw the empty bottles away. Tossing them in the trash, I go over to my fridge and pull out another two beers before tossing one to Namjoon. This is the nice thing with him. He'll happily hang around with me, drinking and bitching, and occasionally helps me out sexually when I need relieving. Kind of like a fuck buddy in a way but still a good friend at the same time.

"He's a fucking dumbass, Yoongi. You don't dance and quite frankly, you don't need to. You're rapping skills are some of the best out there and the fact that he thinks you need to do more is asinine." Namjoon replies as I walk back over to him, taking the bottle of beer I hand over to him. I sigh, nodding my head in response as I sit down on my sofa once more.

"Do you even know who you're going to be working with?" He questions before taking a sip of his beer. I shake my head, taking a few gulps of mine.

"Not a damned clue. He didn't say who it was or anything. Just that we've gotta work together. He'll have to teach me how to dance and I'll have to teach him how to rap I guess. It's just a bunch of bullshit to me honestly." I answer with a huff, rolling my eyes. Running a hand through my hair, I down more of my beer, only leaving about a quarter of it left. Namjoon eyes me up for a moment before chuckling softly.

"Looks like someone could use a little fun tonight before he's gotta start work with some snowflake tomorrow. You want a round or two, Yoongi-ah?" Namjoon comments with a small smile. Sighing to myself, I finish off the last of my bottle before setting it down.

"Yeah, that'd probably be nice." I mutter with a small smile as I look over at him, watching as he stands from the ash gray chair he'd been sitting in. Namjoon merely smiles at me, walking over and sitting down next to me before taking my legs and loosely wrapping them around his waist. He leans down, softly pressing his lips to mine. Almost instantly, I forget about my problems and the shitty world we have to live in, moving my lips in sync with his before slipping my tongue into his mouth.

Our hands quickly start roaming each other's torsos and upper bodies, the kiss easily getting heated within seconds as usual. Though, the kiss doesn't last long before I pull away to start pressing open mouthed kisses to his jaw. Slowly, I begin leaving hickeys behind, the intensity between us not getting lost for a moment. As he loses the ability to just make out with me, his hands soon find their way to revenge for the hickeys as he begins palming me through my skinny jeans. My breath hitches at the touch, having to stop the hickeys for a moment to lean my forehead against his neck at the pleasure. Though, I quickly regain my senses, kissing all the way down his jaw, up to his ear, down his neck and down his collarbone. It's not easy as I continue getting harder and harder from his touch through my jeans though.

"I... think we... better... take this... to the bedroom... baby." Namjoon manages to breathe out. Leaning my head against his shoulder, I nod my head as I continue puffing breaths irregularly. He suddenly stops palming me, causing me to whimper due to lack of touch until he suddenly picks me up. Gasping quietly, I weakly hold onto him as he carries me off to my bedroom.