Dark Jimin lets out a sigh, burying his face into Namjoon's back, his legs and arms hooked around Namjoon so they settle at the sorcerer's lap. He's craving the attention, the love, and so when Namjoon curls a hand around his ankle and slides it up his calves, he smiles and breathes in his smokey, lemony scent.
Smoke wafts up from Namjoon's lips and Jimin glances at him. He opens his lips and Namjoon looks at him before lowering the cigarette, and Dark Jimin takes a hit, sucking at the end and blowing out a mouthful of smoke, feeling hazy.
"God," Namjoon chuckles and Dark Jimin blinks, "you're fucking sexy."
Cheeks redden and Dark Jimin's speechless, just laughing quietly and looking away. "Am I?" A sliver of confidence leaks out onto his words and Namjoon smiles, carding through his sweaty hair, turning around so he can push Jimin back onto the bed. He takes a hit on his cigarette, and leans down to kiss him. Smoke bursts from the kiss and Jimin closed his eyes, desperately trying to keep Namjoon's lips close, sucking and biting.
"I wonder what'll happen when your personalities are Phased." Namjoon murmurs, and Jimin blinks. "You're confident and sexy and... Dark. He's shy and loving and cute..."
"You'll get all aspects of who I truly am." Dark Jimin says breathily, lips swollen.
"Who you truly are, hm?" Namjoon echoes, chuckling. "Fuck. You really are too fucking sexy for your own good... Makes me wanna fuck you again right here, and I know you'd take it like a submissive little bitch."
Dark Jimin's eyes flutter and he whines. Namjoon smiles and slaps his thighs, making him jolt. He laughs softly and pulls him out of bed.
"Let's wash."
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It's dark. And warm. His hair is slightly damp and as he sits up, pain shoots up his ass, and his cock is sore.
"Owie," Jimin squeaks, and his cheeks turn pink when he feels something hot ooze out of him. He instantly sits up on his knees and cups his bottom, yelping, and pulling back his hands only to see they're coated in a pearly white liquid that smells like lemons...
Wait, what—?
"Jimin."
The bed dips and arms hook around him, a warm body enveloping him. Jimin hitches and melts back onto the familiar body, holding onto Namjoon's arms softly. Namjoon buries his lips into Jimin's neck and he mewls.
"Joon," Jimin squeaks and Namjoon bites his shoulder. He yips and tries to scramble away, and Namjoon just laughs and hugs his hips, kissing the spot. "W-why is t-there...—um, stuff...in my...?" He lifts up his hands and Namjoon's cheeks turn pink.
"I, um," Namjoon scratches his head and swears. "Thought I cleaned you out... fuck."
Jimin blinks innocently and nudges Namjoon's chest. "Did—did you fu-fuck me in my sleep?" He breathes, eyes blown, and Namjoon wants to coo at just how fucking adorable his baby is, staring at him with big puppy eyes and those swollen puffy lips that are begging to be kissed.
"No—I." Namjoon stammers and sits back. "Okay, so, maybe I was a little high... I smoked too much yesterday and... I may or may not have- uh, fucked the, other Jimin? And I think I promised to Phase you two together? The memories are fuzzy but I think that's what happened."
Jimin hiccups and covers his mouth. "W-wha? Is that why—is that why m'so sore?!"
"I think so?" Namjoon groans and falls back onto the bed and Jimin blinks nervously. "Fuck, my head hurts..."
"Namjoon, be careful!" Jimin squeaks out, eyes big. "And what do you mean by phasing personalities?!"
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short chap buttttttt i'm dead and i just played minecraft for like 5 fucking hours my braincells r fried as fuck
