Envy [VNamMin]

8

Days had turned to weeks and the maknae pair hadn't let up on their advances. Over the time, Jimin and Taehyung both had showered Namjoon with pleasure every chance they got. Jimin would be in Namjoon's room after dark regularly, violating the leader. Kissing him and doing dirty things to him. Taehyung would try to work around Jimin's.. schedule, trying to catch Namjoon alone whenever Jimin would leave him for something else.

Taehyung would always threaten Namjoon not to say anything, and Jimin always got upset and urged the rapper to speak. Surprisingly, Namjoon hadn't been punched yet. Jimin seemed to have high tolerance when it came to Namjoon. Taehyung would purposely leave tiny marks on the leader's skin, even though the man pleaded with him not to. The marks became harder and harder to keep hidden from Jimin.

He didn't know why he was being this way towards the dongsaeng. Jimin hadn't given him a choice. Something he always tells himself. He couldn't just walk away, or.. break up(?) with the dancer if he wanted to. Then what? What would happen if he'd finally had enough of Jimin and just blew up at the other? Would Jimin just get mad, hit him, and it'd be done with? If so, then he'd probably risk the punch. As long as he could have his life back, but that was far too easy.

There was no way Jimin would let him go so easily.

He could tell Jimin how he really feels, and the maknae could get mad, hit him, and leave, but that'd be it. And the next day the maknae would be right back. Stuck to Namjoon's side. Clinging like he always did. Jimin was Namjoon's problem now. A problem with no solution.. Maybe.. Maybe Taehyung was that solution, but there was no way Namjoon could ever go to Taehyung for help. The singer had his own crooked ways. He'd probably help Namjoon get rid of Jimin so he could have him.

There was really no other alternative. Taehyung seemed like he was very much enjoying it all.

"Lift your leg more, Namu~" The singer whispered cutely. Namjoon obliged dreadfully moving his leg to an angle that was acceptable to his persistent dongsaeng. V stuck his fingers into Namjoon deeper feeling the others skin tighten around him. Namjoon let out a small noise earning a shiver of excitement from V.

"Can.. Can we.. stop now?" Namjoon asked, his voice coming out shaky. His arms were weak and he felt like he wouldn't be able to hold himself up any longer. Taehyung was pressed against him trapping him against the wall. It was the only position he was left with because of the tiny enclosed space they were in. The other members and staff were all throughout the building. Setting things up and getting things together for their departure, so Taehyung didn't have any other secluded place except for his closet. He'd locked his door before he shoved Namjoon in.

Just a precaution.

"Come on, I'm not even hard yet." Taehyung whined thrusting his fingers in and out of Namjoon's flesh.

"Ah, T.. Taehyung~"

V stared at Namjoon's face with wide eyes letting the moan replay in his head multiple times. Namjoon felt Taehyung's fingers slip out of him trying to keep himself from falling to his knees. Taehyung had been supporting his weight with an arm wrapped around his body to keep him upright. The ecstasy he'd felt had made him weak in his knees. Taehyung had been touching him for almost half an hour now. He'd wondered how none of the others had come up to check on them yet.

Namjoon watched as Taehyung fiddled with his belt, unzipping his pants to expose his black boxers with an obvious erection print lining them. Namjoon turned away feeling his ears begin to burn. Small laughter echoed throughout the closet and Taehyung slipped his fingers under his leader's chin softly directing the other's face towards him. Namjoon looked up at his dongsaeng's handsome face, eyes tracing the slightly damp curls that decorated his forehead.

Taehyung smiled rubbing Namjoon's bottom lip with his thumb. "Joonie~" Taehyung cooed. His deep voice always stung Namjoon's ears. Always made a shiver run up his spine when he heard it. His bottom throbbed from where Taehyung had touched him. Namjoon was slowly becoming weak to V's touch. Not only him, but Jimin's also. Jimin knew all the right places. Namjoon's voice had gotten hoarse from whining so much when Jimin had him.

He hated it.

He hated it all. He wanted them both to leave him alone. He shouldn't feel this way. They frighten him, but what could he do..? If he told anyone about them they could be kicked from BTS. He'd never be able to live with himself then.

"Enough, Taehyung." Namjoon said averting his gaze. He knew Taehyung was starting to get mad at the fact he was avoiding his eyes. He knew because Taehyung's hold on his face was becoming tighter..

"But.. hyung-"

"I said enough! I'm done with this. Let me leave." Namjoon said pulling himself away from the singer.

Taehyung, on instant, wrapped his fingers into Namjoon's hair as the rapper tried to get to his feet. Namjoon winced at the sharp pain he felt on his scalp. Taehyung jerked Namjoon's head holding it backwards so the other would be forced to look at him.

"I made you feel good. It's only fair I get something back." Taehyung said darkly.

"I- I never asked for that!" Namjoon replied squeezing Taehyung's wrist to relieve the pressure he was feeling in his head.

"I didn't hear you complaining. If you didn't like it you should've told me."

"What difference would it have made?! You and Jimin just do what you want anyway!"

"Jimin? Ha.. ok. I get it now.." Taehyung said staring at the wall ahead of himself.

A smile found it's way onto the maknae's face. It scared Namjoon. The smile held hidden intentions. "He fucks you better right?" V said running his hands through Namjoon's hair softly.

Namjoon shook his head confusingly. "What the fuck are you saying? We never-"

"You know, I was having fun at first, but this is just starting to piss me off now." Taehyung said yanking his boxers down to reveal his erection. Namjoon shyed away from it pressing his lips together tightly as Taehyung tried to force his fingers into his mouth. Namjoon struggled to keep Taehyung from humiliating him out of potential jealousy, but it failed all too soon. The second Namjoon's lips were parted Taehyung's hard length slid past them filling the entirety of his mouth. Long fingers once again found their way twisted into his hair.

~

Namjoon leaned over the toilet forcing out the contents of his stomach. His face was red and his throat burned from the acid he vomited. He pressed a hand to his head shutting his eyes to take in the scene that just played minutes before and the words that were made towards him. The words that echoed throughout his mind. Haunting him.

"If you tell Jimin, you'll really regret it."

(this is my kind of dark. I'm trying to make you guys hate Jimin and Taehyung in this book but I guess it isnt working haha. that's alright. nothing wrong with a lil dark romance.🍷)