Real Or Not, You Stole My Heart || Namjin

Three ~ Stressed Out

   Namjoon flopped down on his bed as soon as he got home. Finals were approaching and he was anxious, as usual. It was always like this. He was naturally an anxious person, and the added stress of finals season wasn't exactly helping. All he wanted to do was fall asleep and see Seokjin, who could probably help him relax a little. He just wanted his handsome dream boyfriend to hold him and make everything better. 

   Fortunately, he fell asleep fairly quickly, and the next thing he knew he was sitting against one of the trees at the edge of the dream meadow. Seokjin was sitting beside him, tying clover blossoms together to make a chain. Their shoulders were brushing. Seokjin was dressed in a loose white tank top and black shorts that exposed way too much thigh for Namjoon not to stare. After a moment, the other man turned and gave Namjoon a soft, welcoming smile. He rested the now-complete clover chain on Namjoon's head, and Namjoon smiled back despite his anxiety.

   "Why are you so worried?" Seokjin asked. "You're anxious, Namjoon-ah. What's wrong?"

   "Finals," Namjoon mumbled. The smile slipped from his face. "Next week. I've been through it before, but I still get so anxious. I mean, what if I do poorly? I'm supposed to be the smart kid, you know? I'm supposed to be the genius. If I get things wrong... it'll just hurt, you know?"

   "You're afraid of not meeting expectations," Seokjin said. It was more of a comment than a question. Namjoon realized that was exactly what was wrong.

   "Yeah. Yeah, that's right. That's exactly it." He leaned against Seokjin's shoulder, prompting the other man to wrap an arm around him. 

   "Does anybody have to know what score you got?" Seokjin asked. His warm breath ruffled Namjoon's hair and Namjoon, who normally hated being breathed on, was reminded of a calming spring breeze. Seokjin as a whole was like a calming spring breeze, he decided. 

   "I guess not. I mean, my professors will know, obviously, but... yeah, I guess you're right. But still, I'm worried. I have my own expectations to meet too."

   "Ah. I see. Well, don't worry too much. It's not the end of the world if you get some questions wrong. No matter what happens, it'll be okay. Life has a way of working out in the end." He moved to cup Namjoon's face in his hands. "Don't be afraid. It'll be okay," he murmured. "It'll be okay." 

   Namjoon leaned forward so his forehead was touching Seokjin's. "I guess it was okay the last time," he admitted. "And both midterms so far."

   "Yeah," Seokjin agreed. "Don't worry. It'll be fine." He ran a soothing hand down Namjoon's back. "I'll be here to reassure you, okay?" He smiled and tilted his head a little, and their lips met. Sparks erupted throughout Namjoon's body and he kissed back, trying to savor the moment he'd been waiting for for the last couple days. Seokjin's lips were softer than he could've possibly imagined, plush and pillowy and sweet. It was like kissing a silk pillow, except that pillow was warm and slowly moved against his lips. He reached up to tangle his fingers in Seokjin's silky hair, gently pulling him a little closer. His other hand found its way to Seokjin's thigh and, almost against his will, his fingers moved and slowly caressed the soft skin. Seokjin let out a breathy moan at the sensation, and Namjoon took the opportunity to slip his tongue into the other man's mouth.

   Seokjin, it turned out, tasted wonderful. A sweet mixture of mint and honey lingered on his tongue. Namjoon pushed his own tongue in further, swirling it around Seokjin's mouth. The response he got was immediate and obvious: Seokjin moaned through the kiss, a sound that was just barely audible, and wrapped his arms around Namjoon, holding him closer. Their tongues swirled together for a minute, dancing around each other in a sloppy, heated display of lust. Namjoon pulled away, and for a moment a glistening string of saliva connected their lips. Seokjin looked hungry, wild even, and despite the fact that both of them were panting, gasping for breath, he immediately leaned forward and captured Namjoon's lips in his own. He bit down on Namjoon's lower lip and tugged, just gently enough that it didn't hurt. 

   Namjoon wrapped his arms around Seokjin's waist, slipping his hands up underneath his shirt and running his fingers over the smooth skin of his back. Seokjin moved to straddle Namjoon's thigh, grinding against it and revealing just how hard he was. Namjoon lightly pushed him away and held him at arm's length.

   "Joon-ah," Seokjin breathed. "Will you touch me?"

   Namjoon hesitated for a second. "No," he said finally. "Not yet. I'm not ready."

   A look of disappointment overtook Seokjin's lust-filled gaze. "Okay," he said, sounding sort of upset. "I understand. I'll just go... take care of this. I'll be back in a minute." He rose to his feet and slipped away into the trees. Namjoon sighed, hoping he hadn't upset him too much.

   Maybe five minutes later, Seokjin returned. "Don't feel bad," he said as he sat down beside Namjoon again. "I understand that you weren't ready. It's okay." He ran his hand through Namjoon's hair. "We've only known each other for a couple days. It's alright, Joonie, I promise. We can try that again some other time. Once you're ready. And hey, at least you're not stressed anymore!" He beamed and grabbed Namjoon's hand. Namjoon pulled him closer and squeezed his hand.

   "I'm sorry, Seokjinnie," he murmured. "I just wasn't ready." 

   "Oh, Joonie, don't feel bad. There's no need to apologize. It's fine, really. I understand." He smiled again, and there was so much sincerity in his eyes that Namjoon was immediately reassured.