BCF: Wish Upon A Star (Namjin)

May God Help You: 남준

IF NAMJOON COULD describe his sex life with Jin in one word, it'd be: satisfactory.

Nowadays, they didn't have sex nearly as much as they used to. Some of it was because of constantly spending late nights with Yoona. A lot of it was because they often went to bed irritated with each other. Either they did not see eye-to-eye, or someone said the wrong thing at the wrong time, but it was how the evenings ended much of the time. However, on good nights, after a fight, after an emotional breakdown from Jin, or a rough day at work, they would take their frustrations out in bed. Making love would be rough, hot, and quick.

Most of the time it wasn't bad. It was good enough to hold over their erecting needs. However, Namjoon wished they had slower sessions. He wished for at least two hours of pleasure he could enjoy. Soft, rhythmic movements between their bodies. Gentle touching, soft kisses, and deep gazing.

But, of course, they were parents. And that was another problem. They never had time for each other. The only time really would be the quick, aggressive sessions in the shower or in the actual mattress if they were lucky.

Namjoon bit his lip after having given this graphic description, his cheeks turning a scarlet red.

The couple's counselor seemed to notice. "You must not be too used to explaining such intimate details to a stranger. I can only imagine how uncomfortable this is for you."

Namjoon shrugged, but to say he was uncomfortable was a gross understatement.

From the corner of his eye, Jin took a sip of the tea the counselor had prepared for them.

It had been his idea to visit a couple's counselor, seeing as their constant bickering wasn't letting up.

He had brought up the idea on a spring night. Namjoon rested beside him after another hot session.

"I think we should see a counselor, " Jin had blurted in between pants.

Namjoon looked at him in bewilderment, wiping the sweat off of his forehead with his forearm. "What?"

Jin met his gaze. "I think we should see a counselor. I think it'd be good for us."

"Where is this coming from?" Namjoon had asked. "Was it not good this time?"

"No, no, it was good, " Jin said. He hesitated. "Just not great."

She pursed her lips. "Being the young parents that you are, I can see where this has taken a toll on your relationship. It's hard to time manage at this age. Namjoon, you're only eighteen. Going on nineteen. Jin, you're twenty. Going on twenty-one. You both have a lot to grow so do not be discouraged when a rough patch takes a while to heal."

"I just feel very overwhelmed, " confessed Jin. "Between juggling work, my daughter, her indecent mother, and Namjoon, I get stressed out." He paused for a moment, a guilty look shadowing his face. "And I think I take it out on people who don't deserve it. And I think it's also because of my nephew. . ."

Namjoon didn't say much after that.

Namjoon hadn't seen much of Jungkook after he turned himself in.

Several months ago, Jungkook and his friends had drugged a boy who turned out to be none other than Kim Taehyung. The guilt had eaten him to the point where he willingly told the police what he had done, despite Taehyung's efforts to change his mind.

Both Jin and Taehyung had been attending his court dates. Namjoon never attended. He only heard what was discussed.

So far everything had ruled in Jungkook's favor. Taehyung did not press charges and he had no other criminal records. He was later released and given probation.

Even then, Namjoon hadn't seen him much. Taehyung usually went to visit. More occasionally, Jin with Yoona.

This time he was going to visit Jungkook for the first time in a while. They parked at his brother's house and walked in.

Jin sat Yoona in her high chair.

His brother smiled at her. "My, my. She's grown quite a bit."

Jin smiled. "She has, hasn't she?"

"Jungkook's upstairs for you two."

"Thank you, hyung."

Namjoon silently followed him upstairs. Voices came from Jungkook's room and they stopped dead in their tracks.

"We kissed, Jungkook, " came a familiar voice behind the door. It was heavy with sorrow and heartbreak. The voice was Taehyung's. "Please. What did I do wrong?"

"It's nothing you did wrong." Jungkook was speaking now. He sounded firm and guarded. "Just give me space."

"May God help you, Jungkook. Because I don't think anyone else can."

There was some shuffling. Then Taehyung opened the door and looked at the couple. His eyes were red and puffy. Wet snot had moistened his nostrils.

"Taehyung, " Jin said, eyes broadened in surprise. "Taehyung are you—?"

The young boy muttered an excuse me and bolted down the stairs.

Namjoon and Jin shared a look before entering.

Author's Note: I'm sorry I haven't been updating consistently. I am a very busy person but I will try harder. I also recognize my chapters are short. Again, I've been very busy and having major writer's block so let me know what you want to happen in the story.