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"Well, shit."
Namjoon and Hoseok wound up having to tie the mysterious man up, due to him trying to bite Hoseok a multitude of times and succeeding a handful.
Hoseok pouts, looking down at the imprints from the boy's fangs that are now etched onto his hand.
"These. . . tingle." Hoseok declares, "But in a good way."
"What the fuck, Hoseok?" Namjoon turns to him, giving him a look of disgust mixed with disappointment.
"No, listen to me! They hurt like a bitch, right? And of course they sting and burn, but like, they tingle too. My hand feels good. I feel good. I kind of want him to bite me again, but-"
"Enough." Namjoon sighs. "I don't want to hear any more."
"Oh, c'mon, Joon, you should try it. It's an interesting feeling followed by a very confusing wave of emotions, but damn does it feel good nonetheless!"
Namjoon scoffs at his partner, unable to believe that he's talking about this as if it's some quirky, fun thing to experiment with.
"Hoseok, you could be poisoned. Or worse, you could be dying right now and those are the effects of the bites."
Hoseok pauses for a moment.
"That's. . . that's amazing!"
Namjoon groans and rubs the space between his eyes, wishing he was the one dying right now. He takes a glance over at the strange male who's lying in the corner, tied up.
He looks fatigued, almost exhausted, head hung low and panting as if he's just got done running a mile. Namjoon's gaze focuses on the way the man's chest rises and falls, eyes roaming over his entire figure. He has to say, for someone so frail looking, he sure didn't seem weak from the way he tackled Hoseok down.
He didn't even realize he was staring until the dark-haired male's gaze caught his.
He looked so. . . helpless in that moment. Eyes twinkling, looking back at Namjoon as if he was inwardly pleading with him to release him.
