Tainted Bloodlines

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"Hyung, please, just calm down," Namjoon sounds out to his best friend through the closed bathroom door. He keeps his voice low and soothing. Joon needs for Seokjin to relax. The more that the older panics, the worse his condition will get. If he can just get Jin to stop freaking out. Get him to sit down, or meditate, or count flying kisses at himself through the mirror... Just something... Anything is better than what he is doing right now.

Although he had pretty much guessed it when they found him with Taehyung, the younger is now certain of what is happening to his friend. Seokjin is definately in heat, and the scent is almost too overpowering. The more worked up Seokjin gets, the more intense his pheromones become. Namjoon is doing his best to contain his inner beta, trying severely to keep himself from breaking down the flimsy door that stands in his way.

"How the fuck do you expect me to calm down?" The older asks just as another waive of pain cones hurdeling at him. Jin collapses onto his knees in front of the cheap wooden cabinets that hold the sink. "It hurts so bad..." The older lets out a small whimper with his last sentence.

Namjoon grips at his hair and tries to focus his thoughts on other things, like his grandma in a bikini, or his second cousin's mysterious third nipple, even baking cookies. Just anything other than the beautiful creature that is in the next room...

'Grandma's bikini'

... Panting heavily...

'Jackson's third nipple'

... leaking sinfully sweet bodily fluids...

'Cookies, cookies are delicious'

... So is Jin. Shit, now he wants to taste him. Damnit! This isn't working!

"Hyung..." Namjoon leans the side of his body against the door. He wants to help the older, but there is really only one way that he knows how to do so. And he is pretty sure that it is not something that Seokjin would want to do.

"I feel like I'm being torn apart!" Jin's excited voice startles the younger. "I'm in pain but I'm also hard as a rock!" Jin's statement catches Namjoon off guard and the younger cant help but laugh out loud. "What if I'm dying?" And now, here comes the drama. "I'm dying, Joon! I'm gonna die, right here. All of my handsomeness will be forever lost from this world!"

"Your not dying, Hung," Namjoon reasures through the door. "Stop being so dramatic"

"--And, I'm gonna die with a hard on!... Just awesome... Wait- what is.. Oh come on! My ass is all sticky!... Great, I'm going to die with a hard on and slime all over my ass!"

1 hour prior:

Namjoon walks up the stairwell and down the long corridor leading to Seokjin's apartment. As he nears his best friends door, a sight that he was not expecting catches him off guard. Sitting at their doorstep, chewing on the edge of his thumbnail while exasperatingly bouncing his right knee, was a muscular figure, dressed in all black from his head down to his timberland boots.

... Jungkook

The young alpha's eyes widened upon seeing Namjoon finally returning home. He quickly jumps to his feet. "There is something happening with your, ummm... boyfriend," he states hurriedly as he rushes towards the older male, adding extra emphasis to his pronunciation of the last word. "You need to come, quickly."