Namjoon wasn't entirely sure what is what about Jin that could make him do anything he goddamn requested, but as he tucked the white t-shirt into his slightly too tight jeans, he started to consider that maybe he was just an idiot.
"You look cute, big boy." Jin teased, landing a playful slap on Namjoon's backside,
"Shut up." Namjoon sighed, the new sting in his rear causing the unease in his stomach to rise a little, "And don't do that again."
Namjoon heared a higher-than-usual pitched giggle come from the living room of their shared apartment, and deduced that Jin's boyfriend, Jimin had watched the entire exchange and, for whatever strangely perverted reason, had thought it was entertaining, "You can shut up as well, little boy." Namjoon spat, partly out of actual annoyance, and partly because he got a strange kick for teasing Jimin over the things he could, quite unfortunately, hear through the walls.
Jimin laughed, leaning his head back on the couch that was visible to both Namjoon and Jin, and produced the lewdest whine either of the boys had ever heard, "Say it again, daddy." He said, followed by another loud laugh,
Namjoon turned back to the mirror, a blush creeping up his neck as he cleared his throat, "Alright." He sighed, pulling on the nearest jacket.
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It was a fairly warm night, Namjoon immediately regretted wearing one of his heavier jackets as soon as he'd stepped out into the humid air.
He was far too familiar with the situation, they would go to the club, drink slightly too much alcohol and take all kinds of, probably quite dangerous, drugs, before Jin would excuse himself and Jimin, leaving Namjoon to roll out his high in a dingy toilet cubicle.
This time was no different, except that Jin had decided it would be beneficial to one or all of the parties to go to a rather risque gay bar that was just shy of their usual haunt, "Maybe we can find you a nice boy, daddy." Jimin whined, obscenely, Namjoon knew that he was playing some kind of game with Jin, and perhaps that was why they had chosen this place, so they could find someone willing to join them in their depraved escapades,
"Call me that again, and I swear to god, I will choke you all the way to death, Jimin." Namjoon growled, almost under his breath,
"You love it." Jimin giggled, before Jin dragged him to the bar.
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Namjoon was scanning the crowds, he could distinctly recognise the groups of people that frequented this kind of bar, people who were looking for a quick hookup, people who were here to look, and straight girls who thought gay people were a commodity. He leaned back on the sticky leather of the booth that he and his two friends were seated in, looking around the opposite seat, avoiding looking too hard at his far-too-handsy flatmates.
There were a group of men, no, boys stood by the bar, encircling a much smaller figure, they were seemingly fussing over him, ruffling his hair and adjusting his jacket. It was almost infuriatingly domestic. He thought perhaps Jin and Jimin could join in with their four-way relationship. That was until the tallest of the boys caught Namjoon's gaze, before pointing directly in his direction and spinning the smaller figure round to meet his gaze too, "Shit."
Jin pulled himself from Jimin's mouth for long enough to mutter an exasperated, "Hm?"
"Nothing, Jinnie." Namjoon croaked, looking down to his finger where a small, square object was balanced, "You may continue."
And he did, but not before Namjoon pushed the object against his tongue and dropped his head to the not-so-plush head rest behind him.
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If Namjoon was completely honest with himself, he was rolling so hard that he barely even noticed the petite man slide into the booth beside him until he spoke, only loud enough to be heard over the thumping hip hop music, "Hey Daddy." He purred, leaning up to Namjoon's ear,
The shock had to be evident on the mans face, considering the way that Jimin had leaned over Jin's shoulder and shot him a less-than-subtle wink, he turned to the boy next to him, and suddenly he didn't quite mind being approached like this,
"Oh, aren't you just the prettiest little thing," Namjoon cooed, somehow he had gained an entire cache of confidence just from hearing the boys smooth voice, hooking a finger through the obscenely large loop on the boys collar, he pulled him closer, "What brings you over here."
"M-my friend said that.. He said that you were staring." A blush formed directly on the boys cheeks, only making him look even smaller in comparison to Namjoon's size, "I'm sorry if.. Hah.." He was audibly nervous, the blush spreading to his nose, and creeping down his neck,
Namjoon looked down to the drink he was nursing, and decided that it wasn't quite enough to help him deal with this particular situation, "Wait here." He said, pushing his way past the small boy, and making his way to the bar.
"Two tequilas, bossman." He said to the bartender, who shot him a wink and a smile before serving him a small pot of salt and two generous slices of lime,
"How about one for courage, sir." The bartender said, sliding a shot glass filled with a clear liquid towards Namjoon, "On the house."
Presumably the man behind the bar had mistaken Namjoon's comically blown out pupils for nerves, rather than the aftermath of taking far too many intoxicating substances, "Sure." He grumbled, tipping the liquid down his throat and immediately being hit with the, frankly, disgusting taste of aniseed, he hated sambucca, and decided he would never take a freebie from that man ever again.
"Two tequilas, have fun with the kid." The man gestured with his chin over at the boy, who was nervously toying with his collar and staring at Namjoon through hooded lids.
He strolled back over to the table, the shot glasses both in his right hand, and the various accessories in his left, he shuffled the younger, he assumed, boy further into the booth, and handed him the small glass, watching as he lifted it, "Uh-uh, not yet." Namjoon almost scolded, blocking him from taking the sip,
Namjoon stuck out his tongue, and licked a stripe down his index and middle finger, he was secretly confident that the action would drive the boy crazy, he dipped both of them in the salt bowl before holding them out to the boy, "Open up."
And he did, the boy let his tongue fall from his mouth, taking Namjoon's salty fingers into his mouth, Namjoon was in awe, shocked that the boy was so pliant, so quickly, "Wow, so pretty, kitten, so lovely." Namjoon babbled, entraced by the high from the drugs, and from the pretty boy sucking his fingers even deeper into his mouth, "Such a good boy."
He couldn't even place when it happened, but somehow between watching the boy take his fingers between his lips and seeing his chin glistening with leftover lime juice, the smaller boy had ended up in Namjoon's lap, hands in his hair and mouth attached to his neck. Namjoon's hands almost fully engulfed the boys hips, their size difference was very nearly comical, but through the clouds of his high, he really couldn't bring himself to care.
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"G'home, wan'.. please.." The mysterious boy whined, pressing himself closer to Namjoon, still nibbling gently on the tender skin of his neck, "Please.. d-"
"Save it, kitten." Namjoon groaned, nodding to the boy to evacuate his lap, "I'll take you home."
And that he did.
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Namjoon's memory of the night was faded, completely overtaken by the feeling of euphoric highs, he could barely remember anything more than the delicious friction of the boys hips moving fluidly against his own, the gentle mewling he elicted from the boy every time he tightened his grip on his clothed member - the last thing that Namjoon could remember from the night before, as he opened his eyes to the burning sunlight of the morning, was the other boys obscene whisper, "Please, I need it now, Daddy."
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Namjoon rolled over in his bed, his balled fists rubbing at his eyes, not expected to land elbow first onto.. last night's catch. Shit.
'I don't usually let them stay.' Namjoon mused to himself, his eyes travelling across the boys back, gaze catching on the few dark brown moles that were scattered over its expanse,
"Hey." He said, nudging at the boy, "Dude, hey."
The boy next to him mumbled sleepily, batting his elbow away as he rolled onto his back, his messy hair protruding from his head, "'Minute." He whined, "-Hurts.."
Christ, Namjoon thought, what had he gotten himself into.
He slipped out of the bed, and wandered down the hallway into the kitchen, thinking he should probably take a shower before he introduced himself to the boy in his room, "Hmph." He grumbled low in his throat, pulling out two mugs from the cupboard, painfully, and blissfully unaware of the print that adorned the side of it. 'Mr & Mr'.
He poured orange juice into one of the mugs, and water into the other, he wasn't sure what the boy was into, and he didn't want to offend his senses with a coffee,
"Two mugs, eh." Jimin giggled, wrapping his arms around Namjoon's waist playfully, "How was it?" He nuzzled his cheek against the taller boys bare shoulder, "Is he cute?" Jimin was almost squealing with excitement, presumably he was either still drunk, or feeling so unwell that he needed to cling onto something to avoid retching,
"Almost as cute as you, button." Namjoon poked Jimin's nose as he spun to face him, "Now, get off before I get Jin in here." Jimin pouted, and reluctantly peeled himself off his best friend,
"Have fun!" Jimin called after Namjoon as he carried the liquids to his room, "Have fun with your new Mr."
The reference to the mugs missed Namjoon completely.
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Namjoon walked into his room, his feet padding against the carpet silently, "Dr Kim Namjoon?" The boy mused, looking over to Namjoon after eyeing the PhD certificate that hung from the wall above his writing desk, "Genius, are we?"
Namjoon nodded, holding the mug out to the boy, "Water, thought you might need it."
"Thanks." The boy said, taking the mug from him, gazing down to the print, "Mr? I like it." He shot a wink in Namjoon's direction, who immediately realised what he'd done,
"I-uh.. hah." His hand rubbed at the back of his neck as his face reddened,
"You can call me Mr. Min.. Min Yoongi, hi." The boy, who Namjoon now knew as Yoongi, said, presumably to break the brand new tension that had formed between them.
Namjoon cleared his throat before declaring,
"Isn't it funny that I knew what you looked like on your knees before I knew your name."
