m o n o

TRACK 2

"I'm afraid of myself. 'Cause I've already become a part of you."

― Kim Namjoon

JACKSON Wang unbelievably sweating so hard just to push a single elevator button. It's not like he has a fever or cold, it's just he is in the BigHit tower right now. Oh, he doesn't give a damn with how intimidating the big name they have―he's intimidated a little bit though, not gonna lie―it's just the feeling being in the same building with his so called significant other excites him the most. Being the same building with his special one's working place. Crap, he feels so ecstatic in sudden. The thought of being in 'spouse visit day' gets his face really red and, eww, that's not okay. He casually clears his throat and it kind of makes everyone in the elevator startled consciously.

Looking at his reflection on stainless steel elevator wall to calm himself, Jackson Wang smiles brightly under his mask. Handsome. He really took time to doll himself up to the point that everyone on the building―starts from valet staff to receptionist to everyone on the moving little box now―gasps with his beauty. Of course he wears shades, mask, and baseball cap yet he indulges the star aura still.

Jackson is more than knowing that he has the pretty face and he's so damn proud about it―Namjoon said that a lot too so he has the need to brag it up. He wears his black denim, black t-shirt, and leather jacket now. He always try his hardest to be humble even though his band mates mocking him with his so little amount of effort on it because he really really can't be subtle at all. Why waste all God's given if it's not to be shown to the world, he thought.

But it's not that hard with Namjoon. He'll be just him.

Now Jackson Wang is smiling again, idiotically. He misses him so much. It's been... he's not so sure for how long they've been separated. He lost his count when the last time they met.

Ding sound on the elevator makes his heart thumps so fast. Okay, this is it. He's here. It's real. At Namjoon's Rkive floor. The Kim Namjoon's studio himself, leader of worldwide boy band and pro music producer. Now he wants to go home and curl up, he feels so misplace. Until a light tap on his shoulder collects his thought.

"Jackson..."

It's Jung Hoseok with his overly bright smile and sparkly eyes.

"Oh thank God, Hoseok. I―"

"Namjoon, right? Come with me."

While asking how is he doing and such Jung Hoseok leads Jackson into the last room on the corridor, the room with white door named Rkive crafted on probably 20 cm x 25 cm solid wood. It opens after Hoseok knocked twice.

"Yo, Hobi what's―hey...? Oh my God, Jack, hey!"

Jung Hoseok leaves them alone with smile and knowing look―somehow it calms Jackson. He gives Jackson a light hug before he goes. The shorter guy suits himself on the brown couch. The other closes the door and lock it in a soft clique sound.

"This is for you." Jackson gives the paper bag he brought to the man with mustard color sweats top and bottom casually.

It's KAWS X Disney Wooden Pinocchio series.

"Man, how dare you??? Gosh I love this! Thank you so much! Wait, let me put it in... here. Nonono, here! Wait, here is better..." The taller guy looks confuse with his new toy location in his own studio. Jackson laughs fondly while fixing his hair after removing the cap.

"You're so cute."

Jackson blurts and Namjoon suddenly aware that the latter is staring at him intensely.

"Jack?" He walks slowly sit himself on the floor. In between Jackson's legs. Looking at the handsome guy, adoring, longing. He touches Jackson's hand and play with it.

"Yeah?"

"How much we have?" He's asking about time.

"Twenty minutes top. I'm sorry I can't make it long―" Namjoon's lips shut him up. He kisses in a rush. A little impatient. A little panic. A little too much longing. Kim Namjoon almost trembling in ecstatic way to find his favorite lips against his right now. Feels so familiar. Feels like home.

"Jack, I really―" The guy Namjoon called shakily, doesn't give him any chance to say anything. Jackson shushes him with the kiss already. He knows because he missed Namjoon too. Really bad so he pours it out into their now moving lips. He cups both Joon's cheek gently so the guy moving onto the couch and laying himself comfortably.

Jackson takes place beside his love one and getting cozy tangling his leg between Namjoon crotch. Brushing it first, pressing it then.

"Joon, you're like very hard..." He chuckles while keep moving on Namjoon's erection with his thigh. The guy with the dimple buckle his hips up pleasurably, wanting for more intense contact.

"What do you expect?" Namjoon answering while panting. His chest heaves against Jackson. He's grasping the latter neck and asking for more heated kissing session only to comply with very intense make out session.

"Jack... so good." Jackson pulls away to only see Namjoon's closes his eyes enjoying their circular movement against each other down there. Feels their hard-ons under the fabric. Like a desperate teenagers.

"Yeah?"

"Hmm. Baby, don't stop. Just please, oh shit." The grinding speeds up, and their pants becoming heavier and uneven.

"Joon..." Jackson kisses Namjoon's neck lazily then to his earlobe while whispering, "I'm sorry but I don't bring any change..." He can feel both Joon's arms on his buttock, pressing as hard as possible, not wanting to let go, not wanting any space between them down there. It's heavenly. They found the best angle and it's oh so Godly. They keep moving with kiss here and there and low grunting with possibility of whispering I miss this, I miss you, fuck this is good, kiss me more and so on.

"Just come on me. I have extra pairs of clothes here." Namjoon said while removing his sweats pants down his thigh. Moving his jumper up to his chest. Then he begins stroking his penis, eyes locking into Jackson only. Inviting.

"Come on, Jack, oh gosh..." Jackson still disheveled with the situation until a soft stroke touching his elbow. Following the deep whispering voice. His favorite voice.

"Jack, come with me, come on..." His favorite boy is pleading under him. It's enough to make him unbuckle his black jeans and his boxer down in the flash speed to be with his man again. Jackson's hand intertwine with Namjoon's wrapping their erection together and start jerking them hard against each other.

"Fuck, Joon, you're so hot..." They move their hips desperately while pumping faster until they feel their lower stomach heat arisen. Low tone ohs and ahs escaping their tongues simultaneously.

"Babe, gonna come... gonna, J-Jack." Namjoon brings their hands to move faster while his other hand grab Jackson neck to kiss him deep, swallowing his full pleasure moaning. The seconds after, Jackson trembles above him.

"F-fuck Joon... Joonie, G-god."

They shared sheepish giggles and random pecks everywhere on their face after. Jackson grabs tissue box on the coffee table to clean their mess on Namjoon's tummy. Then they go cuddle again. Jackson places his head on top of Joon's chest, listen to his heartbeat while Joon's playing with his hair. Enjoying their last minutes alone.

"When will we meet again, Jack?" Too rhetoric. They both know the answer already.

"Here in Seoul? I don't know, Joon."

It's always been I don't know for them. They used to it. Because Namjoon and Jackson thing is only living at the moment. They just have to cherish it.

*

"What kind of soul is it that you have? What holds me back by your side like this? I don't even have anything to reminisce about you. I'm so sick of you now."