Secrets [NAMJIN]

18

Namjoon and Eunha were sitting and watching a movie. It was Christmas eve after all. The movie night! They were watching an all-time classic, as Eunha liked to call it. Home Alone.

In the middle of the movie, Namjoon's phone rang. He knitted his brows.

"Who's it?" Eunha asked curiously.

Namjoon shrugged, "Unknown number."

He cut the call and concentrated on the movie. A few minutes later it rang again. He grunted and rolled his eyes but still picked up the call.

Namjoooonie! I miss youuuu...

Namjoon sighed. Seokjin. Of course, he was drunk, "You are drunk."

'M not." there was a sniffle at the other end, "I came 'ere to enjoy my Christmas eve. But I forgot that I 'm alone. No one with me."

Namjoon rolled his eyes, "Call Yoongi hyung. He will pick you up."

Seokjin sniffled again, "He is with his hub- husand, husband. I gave him leave. Can't disturb."

Namjoon sighed, "Fine, then stay there all night in the cold."

Joonie I-

Namjoon cut the call before Seokjin could say anything.

Eunha paused the movie, "What happened?"

"It was Seokjin. He drunk called me." Namjoon's face showed a hint of disappointment. Maybe because Seokjin called him when he was drunk and not sober.

"Oh! You boomers drink and call your ex too?" Eunha teased him to lighten up the environment.

Namjoon glared at her, "Eunha."

She ducked her head nervously, "Heh, sorry. Are you gonna help him?"

Namjoon shrugged, "I don't know."

Eunha nodded and started the movie again, "You taught me to help everyone, even an enemy. He is your husband."

Namjoon chuckled and ruffled her hair, making her whine, "Where did you learn to twist your words?"

Eunha giggled, "From my dad. Now call him and ask where he is. I'll wait till you come back home."

Namjoon smiled and kissed her head, "I'll be quick." He took his coat, car keys and phone and headed out.

When he reached the bar, he found Seokjin sitting on the footpath, completely drunk and shivering due to the cold. The snow had started falling and his hair and his shoulders were covered with snow. His skin was so pale that Namjoon could easily see the veins and arteries.

He went near him and tried to get him up but Seokjin brushed his hand off, "Getaway! My husband is coming to pick me up. If he sees you, he'll beat your ass." His words were slurring.

Namjoon rolled his eyes, "I can't beat my own ass, now get up!"

Seokjin looked up and smiled. It made Namjoon weak in his knees. "You came!" Seokjin screamed, making Namjoon flinch. He forgot how loud Seokjin could be when he was drunk. Seokjin got up and threw himself on Namjoon, "Jooonieee! You came~"

"I had to. Now give me the address to your home." Namjoon said, making him stand properly.

Seokjin giggled, "My home is where you are, Joonie."

Namjoon sighed. He knew there was no way Seokjin was giving his address. He made him sit in his car and drew back to his house.

When he reached home, Seokjin was asleep in the passenger seat, pouting a little. A smile crept Namjoon's face, but he forced it back and got out. He tried to steer the older awake, but he was not successful. So he carried him bridal style and went to enter the house. He somehow managed to enter the code and opened the door to see Eunha sleeping with her mouth open and the movie had already ended. This time he smiled fondly. He set Seokjin on the couple's seat and went to Eunha, "Wake up, baby."

Eunha steered and opened her eyes, "Dad? You came back?"

Namjoon kissed her hair, "Yeah. Go to your room and sleep. Yeah?"

Eunha nodded and dragged herself to her room.

Namjoon sighed and looked at Seokjin. Seokjin was wearing his work clothes which were not weather friendly. He took Seokjin's shoes off and placed them near the couch. When he was going to take off his suit, Seokjin pulled him down and climbed on his lap. His eyes were dreamy and he looked so fucked out that Namjoon almost gave in the temptation of pinning him on the couch and marking him.

Seokjin smiled evilly, "You came again, huh."

Namjoon was confused, "You called me...?"

Seokjin laughed, "You always come in my dreams. But I want you to come in real life and sweep me away again. Forgive me in real life, not just in dreams. Please?"

Oh

OH!

Seokjin thought it was a dream and by the way, he was talking, he frequently dreamt about Namjoon. Namjoon shuddered under him and Seokjin smirked, "You always attack me in my dreams, now it's my turn." Seokjin leaned in and connected their lips. Namjoon gasped loudly. He felt all his emotions hit him like a fucking truck. His skin was burning like a furnace. His lips quivered as he contacted the soft ones that he had missed for twelve years. They tasted just like they did twelve years ago.

Namjoon's hands went to Seokjin's back automatically, holding him in his place as they kissed passionately. After years, Namjoon had Seokjin in his arms, kissing him like there was no tomorrow. He slipped Seokjin's suit and Seokjin broke the kiss, smiling at Namjoon. He had tears in his eyes, "I miss you."

He connected the lips again and this time, it was hungry and filled with lust. There were tongue and teeth and the cavern being devoured. Namjoon broke the kiss only to attack his neck. He gingered light kisses before sucking and licking the part he knew was sensitive.

"Fuck, Namjoon-ah." Seokjin moaned loudly, snapping Namjoon out of his trance. He left Seokjin's neck, making him whine.

Namjoon looked up, "You are drunk."

Seokjin sniffled and dived down to attack Namjoon's throat. He licked and nipped on his skin. Namjoon shuddered. He tried to stop Seokjin but he couldn't make himself do it. A few minutes and a few hickeys later, Seokjin looked at Namjoon and smiled, "You know I still love you, right?" His smile lost its way on his face and he put his head on Namjoon's shoulder, snuggling deeper, " I am such a coward. I read your first book today and thought that if Jiwoo forgave Seokjun while he was on his deathbed then you would forgive me too. I drove at a very high speed and when I saw the truck, I backed off and turned the car to a different lane. Would you forgive me if I was in a condition like Seokjun?"

Namjoon was shocked. Was his book this powerful? Was it conveying the wrong message? He stroked Seokjin's hair, "No. I would never forgive you for killing yourself. Please don't do it again. Ever."

Seokjin sniffled, "Then how would I tell you that I left you to save you from him."

Namjoon was confused, "Save us from whom?" There was no answer. Namjoon sighed and tried to look at Seokjin, "Hyung?" He was asleep.

Namjoon carried him to the guest room and changed him in a pjs that would fit him. He tucked him in a warm comforter and looked at Seokjin last time before leaving the room.