POSSESSION ✅

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"Namjoon... is that what you think? That I hate you? That I think you're.. that I think you're disgusting?"

Namjoon hesitated slightly before responding. "It's obvious you do, Hyung, you can't even stand being around me. You're never home and it all started after that day. So if you don't care about me, I'll be with someone who does. I've made up my mind Hyung. I'm spending my heat with Seokjin."

Jungkook's face snapped up at that, and he let out the most feral growl of the night. "Like hell you are!" He snarled, and Namjoon cowered back against the wall. But before he had time to process what was happening, he felt his body being lifted through the air as his older brother threw him over his shoulder like a rag doll. Namjoon made a noise of protest, but Jungkook brought one firm spank down on his ass cheek, effectively scaring him into silence.

Jungkook carried Namjoon to his room easily, as though he weighed no more than a small prey. He deposited him roughly on his bed, and Namjoon was too scared to look indignant. Before he knew what was happening, Jungkook was upon him, nosing along his neck and growling in his ear.

"That fucking mutt isn't going to touch you. Do you hear me?" Namjoon blushed as his brother scented him aggressively. "God, you already smell too much like him. Don't worry, Joon, we're gonna change that..."

Namjoon was so confused and overwhelmed as his brother's big hands started tearing at his shirt, ripping the buttons open and causing some of them to pop off. Namjoon began to protest, but Jungkook shushed him, bringing a couple of fingers to his lips and pushing them inside the wet heat of his mouth. Namjoon made a surprised noise in the back of his throat, but Jungkook ignored him, continuing to run his face all over Namjoon's torso, rubbing against him and breathing hot air onto his tanned skin.

Despite himself, Namjoon started feeling the burn of arousal thrumming beneath his skin. He was just so close to his heat, the physical touch of his handsome brother combined with his strong alpha scent was making Namjoon dizzy. Jungkook's fingers pressed slightly further into Namjoon's mouth, making him gag softly. Jungkook let out what sounded like a moan, and Namjoon felt the unmistakable sensation of slick beginning to form at his hole. This is what finally snapped him out of his fog.

He began to struggle again, reaching up to pull Jungkook's fingers out of his mouth. He pressed his legs together tight, desperate for his brother not to notice the slick pooling between them. He remembered what had happened the last time he had gotten aroused in Jungkook's bed, and despite their current argument... he couldn't let that happen again. He couldn't lose Jungkook again.

"Hyung, I... I gotta go..." Namjoon couldn't think of an excuse, just started trying to wriggle out of Jungkook's grasp. Jungkook just pinned him down, straddling his waist to get better leverage.

"Why, so you can go let that mongrel fuck you like a useless bitch? Yeah, not happening." Jungkook leaned down, running his teeth along Namjoon's neck, and Namjoon whimpered as a fresh wave of slick gushed from his hole at Jungkook's words. There was no way he couldn't smell it now, the scent of arousal thick in the air. Namjoon squeezed his eyes shut in humiliation.

"Besides," Jungkook continued, his voice low in his throat as he nosed up to Namjoon's ear, "what point is there in going to see him, when you're already so wet and desperate for me, hm?"

Namjoon choked, sputtering as he tried to process what he had just heard. "Hyung I'm... 'm so sorry, can't help it, 's my heat I swear 'm not...-"

"Shh, shut up Namjoon," Jungkook said, sitting up slightly. Namjoon swallowed his excuses. "You don't need to pretend for me baby. Not anymore. Hyung knows you want it."

Namjoon went stiff, feeling the blood drain from his face. Jungkook knew. Namjoon had never been more embarrassed. He needed to think of a way to explain it away, didn't want his Hyung to think he was disgusting.

"N-no, hyung, you've got it all w-wrong..."

"Oh really?" Jungkook growled, dipping a hand between Namjoon's legs where his skirt was riding up. When he brought it up, it was slick and sticky, gleaming in the moonlight streaming in from Jungkook's window. "Then how do you explain this?"

Namjoon began to answer, stuttering out some lame excuse, when he was cut off by Jungkook's lips on his. Namjoon's voice ceased abruptly, brain short-circuiting at the contact. His head was empty, just the word "hyung" replaying over and over and over behind his closed eyes.

But his body was definitely still working. Namjoon leaned into the kiss, lips moving against his brother's. He tried to push himself up onto his forearms to get closer to Jungkook, but Jungkook pushed down against his chest, causing him to fall back against the mattress once more. Their lips disconnected momentarily, and Namjoon looked questioningly up at his older brother.

"Joon-ah, let Hyung take care of you. Let Hyung make you feel good and show you that you don't need those other guys."

it's so tiring doing all of this within 2 days though but i will update the chapter seven tonight! Stay safe okie❤︎