Beneath The Skin

NINE: Cornered

Photo: Namjoon and Seokjin. Full credits to the owner.

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Warning: Mature Content
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"Claimed? What are you talking about? What the hell does that mean?" Seokjin demanded. "Wait, aahhh wait. This is too confusing! What do you mean claimed?!" He repeated as his voice started becoming deeper with each word.

Namjoon for all of his intelligence, just stood there, saying nothing but wait! Is he smirking? If he was being honest with himself, he felt like he's actually floating. He could hear Seokjin talking but for some unknown reason, he couldn't decipher what he's saying. If he didn't know any better, he would say he was high on something. Like he's been drugged. Or is he drunk?

Seokjin stopped mid way of his questioning when he noticed that Namjoon looked a little peculiar. His eyes were full on silver with pupils so dilated. His canines elongated and very visible. His face was visibly rippling as if something on the inside was trying to come out. But, why was he still smiling like a bloody idiot?

"What in the world are you?" Seokjin asked with narrowed eyes. He felt the strong urge to know because as he stood there watching Namjoon, seeing the physical changes happening to the younger man, he was starting to change himself. He wasn't sure if it's because of a perceived threat or just a natural response to the unknown. Ugh! Maybe I should've listened to my father when he was trying to teach me about other supernatural beings.

"I claimed you. Me. No one can take you away anymore. Not even that short, pale guy out there! The one who's always holding your hand. I don't care if he's your lover because YOU ARE NOW MINE! Yup! Not his but mine. M I N E! Mine, mine, mine." Namjoon responded in a sing song voice while his fist was busy pounding his chest in a 'I'm Tarzan, you're Jane' manner.

"Oh my god! What the hell is wrong with you? Are you drunk?" Seokjin asked puzzled. He had to take one step back because Namjoon all of a sudden leaned on him with all his weight and proceeded to sniff his neck. As much as Namjoon's very close proximity was making the butterflies in his stomach do crazy flips, what he's saying was not making any sense at all. "Kim Namjoon! Snap out of it!" What do you mean you claimed me?"

"Hhhmmm, you smell so damn delicious. All I want to do is eat you." Was the mumbled response.

Well that was unexpected!

"Hey! Namjoon! You're starting to make me worried? Namjoon? Joonie?" Seokjin asked again, this time gently shaking the man that's pretty much draped on him. All the answer he got was a soft sigh before Namjoon started placing nipping kisses on his jaw. Again!

Seokjin had to visibly fight the urge to just give in to the lust building inside of him. To just let the other man continue doing what he's doing. Because it felt so damn good. Namjoon felt so damn good with his arms wrapped around him. His breath so close to his ears. The bulge between Namjoon's legs creating a friction with his own. Making his cock harder despite their situation. But in a public bathroom in the middle of a wedding reception was neither the place nor time.

So with his very thinned out self control, Seokjin had to acknowledge that he needed help.

"Yoongi. I need your help." As soon as Seokjin finished his sentence, Yoongi was standing beside him and the bathroom door swinging off its hinges due to the speed and force that it was opened. The lock on it visibly destroyed.

"What the fuck?! Did you feed on him?" Yoongi asked upon seeing Namjoon clinging to Seokjin.

"No! Why do you always assume the worst?" Seokjin asked, offended.