•Suga Daddy•

XI: The Morning After

Damn, I feel great--this is going up tomorrow but this is the third chapter I've written today, Let's Scooby Dooby Doo this, my dudes 

Namjoon's POV 

I rub Yoongi's back as he leans over a bucket I found under the sink, "Why did I think this was a good idea." He pukes again and I hold back the hair that was falling in his eyes. When he was done he sat back up, "I'm cold, Daddy~ Can you hold me?" He begs but I scoot back a bit. 

He definitely had too much to drink last night--everyone did. Tae was running through the streets holding Jungkook's hand and screaming about government conspiracies. I should've known it was too much for him, and when he woke up puking I instantly felt guilty.   

"You need to rest, I'm gonna go get you something for the headache." Okay, so maybe taking Yoongi out to go get drinks when he was so emotional-- and not asking him if he's ever gone out for drinks as well... and it wasn't something he decided to tell me until he puked on the blankets on the end of his bed. He pouts a bit and sits back and folds his arm. "Daddy, please don't leave me." 

When I get up he lays back and I put the blankets over him. I go downstairs to grab some Advil and I take Alfie off of the couch. I walk in through the doorway and see he's asleep, I tuck Alfie in between his arms and notice his eyes opening slightly. "Hmmm, Alfie. Looks like I'll have to give you Yoongi's medicine instead... too bad, it would've made him feel better." I take the pill out and bring it close to Alfie's mouth. 

He opens his eyes slightly but still doesn't move. I crouch down and open my bottle of Advil and take one out to give to Alfie. "Open up Alfie." Yoongi shakes his head a bit but still doesn't get up or even open his eyes.

"No!" Yoongi opens his eyes and turns away so I couldn't give Alfie the medicine, he tucks Alfie into his arms so I couldn't get to him. 

I sit on the end of his bed and look over at him, "Yoongi. You need to take your medicine, or you're going to feel terrible all day." He shakes his head and I climb over to him. "If you take your medicine I'll cuddle you..." He raises a pinkie to me and I wrap my pinkie around his.) I hand him the Advil and a glass of juice. He looks at me and pushes out his bottom lip. 

Yoongi's POV

I feel like shit. My head hurts and I feel like I'm going to puke, and even after Namjoon gave me medicine everything still felt awful. It didn't help that I sat down at my desk only to have Jungkook toss a stack of newspapers on my desk. At least thirty of them, I'm sure. 

Breaking News: Min Yoongi is not the leader we wanted. Big-time businessman fights with innocent reporters.  Get this, his father does and he let's company go to shit. "Wait a minute, even the teen magazine covered this?" Top Ten Reasons Why You Shouldn't Marry Businessmen. I flip through all of them and found it and found that every magazine had my face on it. 

Rico bastardo se folla a los reporteros y su amante gay, Kim Namjoon trata de defenderlo. Escuche a Namjoon hable sobre esto en la página cinco... I flip to the fifth page where they showed a picture of Namjoon, I couldn't read any of it--so I bury my face in my hands. "Get head of Marketing up here, please." Jungkook nods and gets on the phone immediately. 

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"I honestly don't know what I can do at this point if I'm being honest. You're all over the headlines, you need something big to distract them... the usual loopholes are pregnancies, marriages, and family deaths..."  I stop him and shake my head, all of that would be far too risky. "I have to go and run to go pick my kids up... do you want me to come back later?" 

Wait a minute... I think I've got it. "No that is fine, you spend time with your kids. I think I've got it." I stand up from my desk and start pacing around the room. He looks up at me nervously as he picks up his bag and grabs his coat. "Have a good night, Hoseok." I look up briefly before going back to staring at the ground and wandering around again. 

"Yoongi?" I wave him off and practically shove him out. I slam and lock my door behind him. There's only one way that they'll all be distracted and that won't risk the entire business. 

Namjoon straddles my waist, his knees on either side of my thighs as he leans down to kiss me. He was being a lot rougher than usual, normally he would be gently but today he's biting my bottom lip and forcing his tongue into my mouth-- I'm not complaining by any means, but it was hard to focus on him with everything on my mind. 

He breathes heavily as he pulls back a bit, and I take this moment while he's grinding against me and moaning to say what's on my mind, "I want to combine our companies..." He tilts his head and laughs. 

"What perfect time to ask a thing like that," he climbs off of me. Fixing his pants and buttoning up his shirt he sits back on my coffee table, "Where is this all coming from?" 

I get nervous and start to jumble up my words, I can't tell him that I came up with an idea just to get out of the drama with all of the newspapers and news channels. "I want to take out relationship to the next level." He runs his fingers through his hair. 

"I will think about it, I'll talk to Taehyung and see what he thinks. Okay?" I nod and he huffs. "I would love to, I just need to make sure it will work. 

I feel fucking awful. How could I lie to Namjoon so easily-- I really am just like my father. 

Really fucking short but yes my dudes, next chapter should be super fun. and I'm taking a trip so I'll have fourteen hours in a car to work on my stories I'm working on.