Jimin whimpers out, his eyes a blazing fire as he scrambles behind an alley wall, sweat soaking his battered clothes. A couple of street cats yowl out behind him and Jimin's eyes flicker a golden yellow. He stares in panic at the cats and the the scrawny, sleek black cat hops down besides Jimin and begins sprinting a certain direction. Jimin gulps when he hears shouts and piercing sirens, and suddenly, the young male disappears.
Behind the black cat is now a fluffy, dainty looking calico. The calico follows swiftly after the black, tiny whimpers floating out of his throat. The black cat mewls softly, and the calico wrinkles his nose before diving in after him into an old trashcan that's been toppled over.
Thank God, Jimin thinks quietly to himself, settling down with his paws tucked in front of him, I can shapeshift. I'll be able to hide for the next couple of weeks, but they'll be on the lookout. The black cat's dark green eyes glow softly, and Jimin's amber ones meets hers steadily.
The black cat tilts her head and purrs happily, curling up besides him and lapping her warm tongue over Jimin's pelt. Jimin allows the stray to do so: with Jimin's awakened ability to shape shift and speak with nature's creatures and all living things, animals have taken a liking to him when they're near him.
When he was younger, Jimin would remember showing off his ability to sing birds onto sitting on his shoulder. The kids on the playground would be fascinated and even called him the bird whisperer, but eventually the fascination faded. As Jimin got older, people grew more suspicious, and soon Jimin had to regress his powers out of fear of being caught.
When this living hell will end, he doesn't know. But as Jimin closes his eyes and sighs at the bottom of the fallen trashcan, he's hopeless, and he can't ever imagine seeing light at the end of this tunnel.
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"Namjoon?"
Seokjin stares at the said boy as he's currently collapsed on top of Seokjin's bed, snoring softly. Namjoon rolls over on his side and hikes up his legs to his chest, eyebrows scrunched. Seokjin sighs and walks over, covering him with a blanket. The male cards back Namjoon's hair, and the younger male's face relaxes, a small whine drawling from his throat. Namjoon's hand softly grabs at Seokjin's, and the male blinks in surprise.
"Don' go..." Namjoon sighs out, cheeks puffy, breath still minty from the toothpaste he was using earlier to brush his teeth. Seokjin flushes slightly and settles down besides the younger male, cheeks pink, and holds Namjoon's hand against his chest.
God. This is wrong. You—you don't even completely know Namjoon! You just took him in and now-now you're falling in love? How desperate can you get?
Seokjin's face turns an even darker shade of red and he just snuggles into Namjoon, and the younger's body relaxes against him. Who cares, another voice slices through his head and Seokjin flinches, eyes wide. You better love Namjoon correctly. Hurt him, and we will kill you.
Namjoon wakes up with his head against Seokjin's chest.
He instantly goes lax, hands curling into tiny fists as he breathes in the male's scent. Namjoon's eyes turn a soft, hazy purple, and Namjoon slowly begins to crawl forward before straddling a very heavily sleeping Seokjin.
He softly places his hips against Seokjin's leg, jolting when his cock rubs against the limb through his clothes, and almost instantly, he begins rutting forward.
He can't help it. Seokjin smells too good, and the male is just so irresistible: Namjoon wants him to himself. He growls and lowers his head, moaning softly, and his shadows curl around him from behind, sliding across the bed before wrapping around Seokjin's wrists. Namjoon hungrily orders the shadows to slip off the male's pants and boxers, his mind hazy, eyes wild, but before Namjoon can go any further, Seokjin begins to wake.
Namjoon panics and throws himself off of the male, landing on the floor, knees folded underneath him, proudly showing off his hard, leaking erection between his legs. It's soaked the front of his pants with precum, but Namjoon didn't really know that it was embarrassing, and just watched as Seokjin woke with a yawn, turned over and smiled at Namjoon.
When he spots Namjoon's boner, he yelps.
"Nam-Namjoon!" Seokjin's face turns red and Namjoon tilts his head. "What're—what're you doing?"
The male looks innocently up at him, literally not even caring that his cock was bobbing up and down in his pants, almost as if begging to be touched. "What?" Namjoon asked, but there's a tiny strain in his voice.
"Yo—your...um, thingy." Seokjin whispers, and Namjoon looks down and grabs his cock. Seokjin looks away when he sees Namjoon rut his hips up, cheeks blushing.
W-why does he have to be so cute? Seokjin thinks to himself, and he bites his lip before glancing back at Namjoon briefly.
Namjoon looks a bit upset and meets Seokjin's gaze, hand still wrapped around his clothed member, and Seokjin panics, unable to break eye contact.
God. This is not a good combination. Two sexually frustrated guys stuck in the same room and one has a fucking boner and the other one wants to be touched. How long has it been since Seokjin last touched himself? He's been so busy and lonely lately he just never took the time to actually pleasure himself.
But maybe, he thinks as he glances at Namjoon's desperate figure, maybe he could relieve some of that sexual tension today.
"Namjoon," Seokjin says airily and Namjoon looks up, eyebrows furrowed, "Come up here, baby." He outstretches his arms and spreads his legs, smiling gently.
Namjoon's eyes go big at the petname. Big and sparkly and fucking adorable. "B-baby?" He echoes, voice soft.
"Yes baby," Seokjin murmurs and Namjoon stands and rushes over to sit in his lap, looking desperate. "C'mon..." He wraps his hands around Namjoon's hips and pulls him in so his back hits Seokjin's chest. "Let's take care of each other, hm?"
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