Sick

"No Joonie"

Seokjin's pov

His eyes were a lot more focused right now. Much more than before. He doesn't take his eyes off of me as I try to squirm away from him. After all this time how am i still getting flustered? I can practically feel my cheeks and ears burn. He's your husband! Pull yourself together.

"Namjoon this is your parents' house." I whisper shout at him. He doesn't seemed phased at all. Drunk determined Namjoon was and will forever will be a tool. He's so needy.

He smirks of all things and leans in closer again. This time he attacks my neck. I force myself out of a moan. "Namjoon did you not just hear what I said?" I say pulling him away slightly.

"I heard you." He says detaching his plunger from my neck. "I'm just choosing not to answer cause I don't care." He responds.

Wasn't he sluring over his words a minute ago? What just happened? It's like he just sobered up. Or was he even fucking drunk at all?

"You dick, you weren't drunk at all, were you?"

"Oh no, there's definitely a buzz going around in my head but like I said I fucking want you right now, bad." His voice is like a steel blade. It's like those long grass-like weeds that cut you when you touch them.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't also drawn but that doesn't chase the fact that his parents were right down the hall. His mom hates me enough as is.

"No Joonie. Let's just go to bed okay?" I say turning him down. His face remains the same. Looking sort of stoic.

"Alright...if you say so." He says simply. I take his hand and lead him to the room. He still stumbles a little but manages stay on his feet long enough. Before I reach the bed Namjoon let's go of my hand and wraps both of them around me. Trapping me once again. He doesn't do anything. Just pulls me against him - my back to his chest- and hides his face in my neck.

I feel him breathe in. This bitch is smelling me?

"Namjoon, what are you doing?" I ask him. My hands are still pinned down and all I can do is move my head to the left.

He doesn't say anything. After about a few more seconds he starts to move. He sways his body from left to right slowly and takes me with him. We look like two damn idiots standing in a room in the middle of a the night hugging and swaying to no music. I don't know what he's doing.

"What are we doing?" I ask amist the sway. He doesn't answer.

"I love you so much." He says suddenly still buried in my neck. His breath hot and lingering heavily in that area.

I'm taken aback to be frank. He always says he loves me so why am i still weak to the words. Jesus I feel like a school girl. Since when am I this vulnerable.

"You're not going to say it back?" He asks honestly with no hesitation.

"Persistent aren't you?" I challenge. Probably not the best moven though.

"Fine." He finishes nonchalantly.
Im suddenly spun round and is now facing the gorgeous man infront of me. Looking at his pink blush littered face i wonder whether it's from the mood or from him being tipsy. Nontheless it's adorable.

He keeps swaying me side to side and I let him. I place my hands on his shoulders. "Do you know how amazing you are?" He says. "No, please enlighten me." I go along.

"What would I do without you?" He confesses leaning over to kiss me. I give in and allow him to do so. Even though I'm still sceptical about where it will inevitably lead. His hands begin to explore my torso as he starts feeling me up. A small whimper escapes me at the feeling of his cold dead finger tips. He goes down to my jaw, teasing and licking where he sees fit. Finally he reaches my neck again. He attempts to attack the sweet spot between my neck and my collar bone but I stop him. If that happens then I know there was no turning back. And he knew that too which is why he whimpered when I did it. "No, Joonie. Think about where we are, your mother already hates me, I don't need another reason for her to." He signs in defeat. It breaks my heart a little, he's just horny and tipsy, all he wants is some intimate attention from me. It's a shame.

"Let's go to sleep alright? I promise as soon as we get back home okay?" I assure him. He nods like a little child and it makes me sad.

I spread myself on the comfy bed and face my back to Namjoon. He instantly reaches over and puts a protective arm around my waist.

"Night. I love you too."

"Nyt." He says with a light kiss to my shoulder.
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To be continued

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