The walk home was painfully awkward.
Namjoon's cheeks remained tomato-red, while Jimin continued to shyly glance over at Namjoon every once in a while. Unbeknownst to Namjoon, while the sorcerer currently dealt with his mental breakdown, Jimin was too busy trying not to let dirty thoughts invade his mind while he walked besides the very man that caused them.
"Namjoon," Jimin's voice was quiet, and Namjoon coughed and nodded, turning.
"Yes, Jimin?" His voice shook, and Jimin gnawed on his lip and looked down at his feet.
"Uhm, I was wondering if we could stay at your place again."
"Aren't your parents worried about where you are?" Namjoon frowned. "You've been staying at my place for quite a bit."
"O-oh, I didn't... realize. I'm sorry if I've been a bother, I just..." Jimin squeaked and looked away. "I just got super comfy staying with you."
Namjoon's cheeks heated and he looked away, butterflies screaming in his stomach. "You can stay as long as you want, as long as you've got your parent's permission. I'm still worried about you, Jimin, ever since the... Dark Spirit incident."
"That was a long time ago, Namjoon..." Jimin mumbled, and Namjoon shook his head.
"No, I'm talking about the most recent one." Namjoon sighed, and Jimin frowned.
"Recent?"
"I don't think any of us told you yet, have we? I mean, we only got you back today..." Namjoon looks up and points towards a small cafe, and shrugs. "Why don't we stop by here and chat there? I've got a lot of explaining to do."
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By the time Namjoon's explained everything, Jimin's squeezing Namjoon's hands and curled up into his side, shakily breathing and hiccuping, quiet cries muffled by Namjoon's silk robes.
"Don't cry, sugar," Namjoon says softly, and Jimin looks up at him with big, sad eyes. "Are you okay?"
"I-I'm sorry I hurt you." Jimin whimpers out, looking like a sad kitten, his eyes big and lips trembling, cheeks and nose rosy from crying. "Di—was it bad?"
Namjoon blinked, pressing Jimin's face to his side and sighing. "No," he lied smoothly and ran his hand down to rest at Jimin's ass, and the younger snuggled closer to his side, "you could never hurt me."
"I'm sorry." Jimin mumbled out again.
"No need to say sorry, baby—there's your cake." Namjoon took the fluffy, whipped slice of the strawberry cloud cake and put it on the table. Jimin peeked out from besides Namjoon and sat up straight, and it looked kind of funny: his eyes watery and cheeks red as he took the tiny fork and took a bite of his cake. "Yummy?"
"Yummy," Jimin said softly, and lifted up the fork to Namjoon's lips, "try it."
Namjoon took a clean bite from the fork and kissed Jimin's lips, and the younger flushed. "Sweet," he winked, and Jimin hid his face.
After finishing their cake and coffee, Namjoon and Jimin slowly begin their walk to Namjoon's penthouse, the comfortable silence around them was calming, and Jimin had a little skip in his step as he continued walking.
"Excited to go home?" Namjoon chuckles, and Jimin smiles sweetly at him.
"I'm excited to ride your dick." Jimin laughs, and spins around and Namjoon's jaw unhinges.
"W-what?" Namjoon chokes out, and Jimin raises an eyebrow.
"I said, I'm excited to ride your dick, Kim." Jimin pouts up his lips and Namjoon stops walking. Jimin stops as well and raises an eyebrow again at his boyfriend. "Why, you don't want me to?"
"Jimin, what is this?" Namjoon's eyes narrow, his grip around his cup of lemonade tightening.
Jimin stares at Namjoon for a moment. His gaze lingers on Namjoon's, eyebrows furrowed, and his face relaxes suddenly. Jimin blinks a couple of times, and a sheepish smile spreads across Jimin's face again.
"W-why are we not walking?" Jimin's voice is soft, small.
Different from before.
"Did—you just asked to ride my dick of course we'd stop walking." Namjoon exclaims and Jimin's cheeks flush, eyes widening.
"No I didn't!" Namjoon's eyes widen when Jimin's cheeks heat up and his eyes flash with shame. "What are you talking about?"
Namjoon's lips twitch and Jimin's tiny hands tighten on his box of cake that Namjoon had bought for him to take home. He drops his cup of lemonade and Jimin flinches when the cup drops and splatters messily, and Namjoon leans in to Jimin's figure, grabs his chin and looks darkly into Jimin's wide, round eyes.
"Joonie—"
"Don't mess around with me, Park," Namjoon growls, and Jimin whimpers, "stay out of his mind for good."
"Wha—what're you—?"
Namjoon raises his hand and hastily swings, landing a harsh slap onto Jimin's cheek. The younger yelps and stumbles backwards, dropping his cake and when Jimin looks back up, his eyes are dark and a sparkling magic aura surrounds Jimin.
Namjoon raises his hand and the magical strings come and float and wrap around Jimin's body, tightening around his limbs like a puppet.
"You'll pay for this, Kim." Jimin spits. "I'll kill you!" and Namjoon snorts.
"I'd like to see you try."
He raises one finger, and the string around Jimin's ankle arches. There's a sickening snapping noise, followed by a scream.
"Good luck with that."
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wtf namJOON
