Tainted Bloodlines

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Silence....

The absence of noise inside of Seokjin's tiny apartment is almost, ironically, deafening as the three friends sit motionless inside the tiny living room. Namjoon and Yoongi share the small leather sofa while Seokjin has occupied the grey matching recliner that sits across the room.

Joon's eyes drift aimlessly between the two older males, waiting almost too impatiently for someone to speak. Part of him wishes that he hadn't decided to leave the two alone earlier.

However, thinking back to the first onset of distracting moans, the younger shudders at the thought. He just couldn't be there to bear witness to hearing those noises any longer. The lewd sounds paired with the enticing aroma had made it too hard for him to even think straight. So, he decided it was best for him to leave.

The younger of the three now sits awkwardly within the small space. He casually glances towards Seokjin and observes the older's stiff position. The eldest of the trio is sitting with his right leg crossed over his left. Seokjin's body is leaning away from them while his left elbow is being supported by the same side of the chair arm. His face is resting emotionless within his palm. Jin's eyes are trained onto the wall beside him, staring relentlessly at the cream coloured paint that decorates it.

Namjoon then shifts his vision towards the other male, sitting to his far right. Yoongi is leaning forward, elbows positioned onto his knees with his hands clasp together neatly inbetween them. His head is cocked to the side with a rather scary smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. The front fringe of Yoongi's white hair is falling into his dark eyes that are focused, staring hard at the form of the broad shouldered beauty that sits straight across from him.

Namjoon uncomfortably scratches at the back of his neck. The atmosphere in the cramped space is laced so thickly with Jin's left over emotions that he can practically taste it. The strong presence of anger, fear, and anxiety steadily pour off of the older the way that helium would escape from a slowly dying balloon.

Joon tilts his head, allowing his finger to find its way up to tug lightly on the edge of his ear. He tries heedlessly to rid himself of the almost forgotten humming sound left over from his wilder days back in college.

Damn his heavy metal phase.

However, Joon's attempt to distract himself from thier current situation with his slight tinnitus problem is short lived. He decides that he can't stand this silence anymore, it's way too quiet. The lack of communication in this room, coupled with the soft ringing in his ears, is driving him mad.

"Will someone say something, please?" The younger of the three finally breaths out while frustratedly ruffling his own hair.

"There is nothing to talk about," Seokjin states bluntly, still not moving his gaze away from the side wall.

"Oh... Speechless, are we?" Yoongi's grin widens, allowing his gums to show from beneath his top lip. "I'm happy to know that I have that effect on you."

"You!" Jin raises his voice, quickly facing the white haired male while pointing his finger at him accusingly. "You... don't you dare say another word!"

Yoongi chuckles while straightening his back against the couch. "It's so cute how you are getting all shy now." He slides his hips forward, letting his legs spread open lazily to resituate himself into a more comfortable position. He then brings his elbow up to rest onto the arm of the sofa while his index finger finds and rubs at his bottom lip thoughtfully. "However, there's absolutely nothing that you should be ashamed of, beautiful." He adds while narrowing his eyes seductively.