•Suga Daddy•

VIII: Oh Shit...

Boy howdy has it been awhile--I'm sorry my dudes... I've been a bit depresso and lazy lately ngl 

YOONGI'S POV

I've spent the last few hours trying to find my way around Namjoon's kitchen--everything is organized perfectly, I still don't get how he's been able to keep it like this. After a while, he finally came in to help me. There was something amazing about cooking with Joonie. We moved through the kitchen perfectly together... of course, he had a bit of trouble. "I have no clue how to cook." I still tied the apron around him and lead him into the kitchen. 

"You'll do just fine I'm sure... You can't be too bad." Okay, so looking back at when I said this... this was before he managed to somehow burn the rice, drop numerous bowl on the floor--and shatter a plate. He was adorable, every time he went to clean up his mess he would huff a bit. "Joonie, how about you just go set the table." 

I put everything on each plate, setting the table and finding a seat to go sit and wait for (Jungkook) I pick at my rice and mess around with the napkin. "surprise!" I jump as I feel a pair of arms wrap around me. I shove my elbow back instinctively, hitting Namjoon in the stomach. "Oof." I gasp and jump back to hug him. 

"Joonie? Are you okay, did I hurt you?" I look at him and he moves up to kiss me. "I'm so sorry." I cover his face in kisses to try and make it better, but all he does is laugh. 

"I'm okay, I'm just so clumsy." I help him up and show him his seat. He runs his hands over my thigh and smirks at me, "I think we have enough time until (Jungkook) is going to be here..." He whispers and I get awkward and flustered. 

His fingers move closer to my crotch and I whine quietly. "I..I don't know, he should be here soon." He still keeps his hand over my dick but when he goes for my button and zipper there's a knock at the door. "Just for that, you're getting the door. Daddy~" I tease him and he fully grabs at my dick, I hit my knee against the table and he goes to get the door. 

Jungkook looked awful, normally his hair was gelled and nicely done. He wears tuxes, his ties always perfectly tied and he was always smiling. The Jungkook standing in my doorway looks nothing like my Jungkook, he slumps forward with hair going in all separate directions. His shaking hands rest in the sleeves of his sweatshirt pockets, and a pair of stained sweatpants replaced his dress pants. 

His smile was nowhere to be seen, he looked up at me briefly before looking back down at the ground. "M..Min...Yoon-gi..." I push back my chair and run up to him, holding onto him. He instantly breaks in my grasp. He snivels and coughs against my shoulder. "Why the fuck would he do this to me?" I rock him side to side and rub the small of his back. I quietly shh him and try to comfort him. "One day I was working with him, and the n...ne..next day." 

"You don't have to think about that anymore. I am going to help you figure it out, but right now... just let it out." He picks his head up from my shoulder and looks up at me, I wipe the tears away with the sleeves of my shirt and he smiles weakly. "But, you know what always makes everything feel better..?" 

Namjoon comes in at the perfect time and crouches down to our level, " Food!" He gets Kook to laugh about and when we pull away from each other, he looks over at me and mouths, thank you. "I know you're amazed by the table setting..." Namjoon laughs and pulls out my chair as well as Jungkook's. "And what a good cook Yoongi is." 

...

"I just wish I could do more to help him you know...?" 

"Mhmm, I...I'm suure, you'll--uh, find something." Namjoon moans as he pounds into me, I grab at the rope restraints he had tied around my wrists. I was way too focused on what had happened with Jungkook to even pay attention to Namjoon... and I think he's started to take notice. He stops thrusting and looks into my eyes. "What's on your mind, baby boy?"