✔ Ｒ Λ Ｒ Σ 🔞 pjm x bts

xxɪᴠ.

/ CW: choking, roping/tying, whipping, edging,
master, top!Namjoon, bottom!Seokjin and other stuff /

Two knocks on the door made Namjoon look up from his book. He frowned, not expecting anyone. His mind rushed into guesses of whom it might be and for some reason, his first thought was Jungkook.

His heart thumped faster in his chest. He wanted to talk with the maknae. He needed to talk with him. But they both needed some time apart to rest and put their ideas in place.

However, Namjoon wasn't able to sleep for one moment since he got back into his bedroom. His mind kept flashing memories of the barn, echoing the sounds imprinted in his brain, mouth-watering as the taste seemed to be lingering in his buds.

Another couple of knocks brought him back from his thoughts and he jumped out of bed, quickly walking towards the door and swinging it open. To his surprise, it wasn't Jungkook standing outside with expectant eyes. It was Seokjin.

"What are you doing here? Did you come to make me feel shittier than I am now?"

The truth was that Namjoon wasn't feeling shitty. He really wanted to feel like shit for what happened, for taking Jungkook in, for wanting to keep jerking off at the memories of him and Jimin writhing underneath him, begging for his cock, for his fingers, for his mouth...

He felt blameful, but not bad.

"Quite the opposite; I just came to see if you're okay." Jin said, and Namjoon rolled his eyes, walking away from the door after pushing it close to the older man's face.

Of course, the door didn't shut. Namjoon had an idea that it wouldn't; he knew Seokjin like the garden maze they grew up playing in. He knew he would put his foot inside, so the door wouldn't close; he knew he would push the door open and enter without an invitation; he knew him too well.

"What do you want, Seokjin? I'm tired; I just want to be alone, I don't need another fight-"

"I'm not here to fight, Joonie, please..." Namjoon raised his eyes at the older one and frowned.

He was calling him by his nickname again. His voice was soft, pitchy, whiny... and he was fucking pouting. What the hell? Namjoon thought to himself. Even if he knew him too well, he still couldn't figure out his mood swings. Seokjin was too random for his own good.

"I'm going to ask again, Hyung, what do you want?" The teacher asked once again, his voice now controlled, no hint of irritation, just weariness.

"I miss you."

Joon laughed humorlessly, his blood boiling inside him, but after all, his wolf was quiet, just quietly observing everything. He had been oddly quiet for some time, but he didn't focus on that now. There was too much going on in his head.

"Are you fucking kidding me? After everything?"

Jin was a mix of feelings and thoughts; the tenuous line between what he wanted and what he wasn't sure he wanted was threading thinner. He kept dueling in what was wrong and right, in what he had and what he could lose, and all that brought him here.