Tainted Bloodlines

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"Touch me..."

"...No! Wait!"

"Okay, okay... Touch me..."

"...Wait! Wait!"

"Jin hyung, seriously... This is getting extremely tiresome" A very impatient Namjoon states while waiting for his hyung to make up his mind.

It's now 4am, two days after Jin's attack at the nightcluband, and 4 hours since his last episode earlier this night. The two men are now sitting inside Seokjin's appartment, facing each other on the older's leather couch. The hybrid is having a sort of existential crisis as to whether or not he really wants to test out the new findings reguarding the links between skin contact and his attacks.

"You dont understand Joon-ah, if what happened back at the club is any indication... I felt something odd as well. Almost, like an overwhelming urge to... Well... Maybe this isn't a good idea after all!" Jin states. He shakes his head then looks over at the younger with wide eyes, worry shown within every line on his handsome face.

"Hyung, it's been... what... Almost five hours since your last attack? I think that everything will be fine." Namjoon reassures as he places a gentle hand onto Seokjin's skinny jean clad knee. The gesture seems to visibly release the tension within the older's shoulders.

Jin's hand hesitantly comes up to rest close to Namjoon's that is tenderly resting on his leg. The older wolf can tell that his friend is still doubtful about what he claims. Not that he blames him though, even Seokjin thinks that this whole idea is kind of unbelievable.

Jin's eyes look down and watch as the younger leisurely inches his long fingers towards Jin's own. Namjoon can hear the hitch in the older's breath when he lets his fingertips slowly glide across the top of Seokjin's skin.

It's not instantaneous, but something reaching far beyond mere attraction begins to arouse Namjoon's senses. Joon has always been attracted to his hyung, but this feeling is different. It holds an overwhelming sense of desire that he has never felt before.

He tilts his head as his eyes trail their way up the older's form. Only his lids raise while his darkened irises make their way up to meet Seokjin's own, peering at his hyung from underneath his eyelashes.

"Umm. Joonie?" Seokjin's voice holds so many levels of uneasiness. His dark orbs widen further upon looking at his friend's face. He can see Namjoon's eyes begin to glow with a soft golden hue. "Your.... Your beta is showing." Jin halfheartedly laughs, trying his best to crack a joke to lighten the extremely tensed atmosphere that now surrounds them.

"Hyung..." Namjoon breaths out as he leans in, tightening his grip around Seokjin's hand. All of the usual apprehension that runs around in Joon's immense brain gets pushed aside for the extreme longing and desire that he feels right at this very moment.

Seokjin backs himself up, only to become trapped by the arm of the couch. The swirl inside of the younger's golden irises make him almost mesmerized as Joon's body proceeds forward and closes in on him.

Namjoon's left hand reaches up to brace himself onto the arm of the couch, resting to the right of Jin's body, effectively caging the older in so that he can't escape. His right hand slides up from the older's own, to trail up Seokjin's arm. Namjoon's hand doesn't stop until he finally reaches the hybrid's face, allowing his fingers to delicately trace along the outline of Jin's jaw.