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“Namjoon-ah!”
“Yes, hyung?”
“You should organize these”, he huffed, throwing a stuck of dossiers on his deck. “Can you do that by 8:00?”
“Why shouldn’t I?”
“You could be too distracted” he whispered lasciviously, sitting on his lap.
Namjoon quivered lightly, his body already reacting against his will. “I’ll be for sure, if you keep doing this”
“This lack of self-control is not a good sign, you know? It doesn’t suit a powerful person like you, you should have the situation under control”
“And you should stop teasing me”
“As if you mind”, Seokjin replied, stopping at the door before leaving. “I’ll give you an extra half-hour, only because it’s you. Half past eight, in my office – don’t be late”
“I won’t”, Namjoon smiled, winking at him. He rested himself against the chair, hands on his head, and wondered what he did to deserve all the good things he had. He was only twenty-three but he had an entire company –inherited from his father- at his feet, employees that respected him, a family that supported him and enough money to buy whatever he wanted.
Then there was Seokjin: stunning, confident and equally powerful. He was the son of a family friend (of whom Namjoon barely knew the name) and he was transferred after a deal between the two companies, because their parents believed it would have been economically profitable to combine them into one business. And Seokjin didn’t really like it, not at all: he was the chief of a staff made by thirty people, and now he had to be a intern for that kid. He tried to protest with his father, they even argued about it, but there was nothing he could do: they were at the same level, but Namjoon was the CEO there so he had to follow his rules.
Which he didn’t, because no one could boss Kim Seokjin around.
He went his own way since the first moment but Namjoon didn’t say a word, and that only made him more angry. How could Namjoon not care about him, almost ignoring him? How could he let him to disturb the balance the others found during those years? Seokjin couldn’t find a explanation to it so, after weeks, he decided to talk to him.
It happened on a Sunday morning, in the empty offices; he knew he would have found him there, he heard him the night before rambling about a project he had to finish before Monday. Entering the room, he found him with his glasses on and a cup of coffee near him, trying to not fall asleep on the papers scattered in front of him. Maybe it was his unbuttoned shirt or the way Namjoon was chewing on the pencil, maybe it was because of his hormones or a blow to the head he didn’t realize, but something clicked in Seokjin’s mind. He never really had the chance to look at Namjoon, always focused on his work; but now, he didn’t see an annoying guy anymore, there was something more.
“Oh, Seokjin-ssi!” he greeted him, noticing him. “It’s your free day, what are you doing here?”
Seokjin forced himself to push away those thoughts. “I need to talk to you”
“Have a seat”, Namjoon invited him, gesturing at the chair.
“You’re the chief here, right?”
“I am”
“So why do you let me doing whatever I want? Does your father know you are so permissive with your staff?”
Namjoon laughed. “That’s what you wanted, didn't you? You can’t stand taking orders from others, I noticed it as soon as you arrived here”
“So what are you going to do?”
“Nothing” he shrugged. “Even if your attitude is bad, you’re good and precise and there aren’t mistakes in your works. Why should I impose something to you when you clearly wouldn’t accept it?”
“Are you serious?”
“You can always change company, if you’re not happy here. With your face, I don’t think it would be hard for you”
What was that, a terrible attempt to flirt with him? Seokjin rolled his eyes.
“I don’t like you, you know this, right? Just because our parents are friends, it doesn’t mean we have to get along”
“I would never force you!”, Namjoon huffed, shooting a dirty look to him. “I don’t know why you hate me so much but, for the record, I feel the same about you”
Seokjin stared him, he couldn’t believe his own ears – not only Namjoon said he had a bad attitude, he also spoke at him in that tone.
“Yah, who do you think you’re talking to!?"
“You’re too sensitive, hyung” he replied. “Are you so egocentric to think everyone loves you?”
Then, it all happened too quickly: Seokjin got up, Namjoon looked at him with an arrogant smile and the second after they were kissing. Without reasons nor feelings, they had sex in the office – cliché, Seokjin thought, it looked like one of those romantic comedies in which the secretary falls in love with the boss. Except Seokjin wasn’t a secretary and he didn’t feel anything toward Namjoon.
But the sex was great, he had to admit it, and the physical attraction between them was so strong they couldn’t help but do it again.
Namjoon was confused at first, because he wasn’t the kind of guy to have a “friends with benefits” sort of thing. He thought it was shallow and dangerous and he swore to himself to not get in such situation: he had friends and someone to have sex with, but he didn’t want to mix them. He couldn’t be friend with someone, having sex with them but not being able to progress on an emotional level; it was something he couldn’t comprehend.
With Seokjin, though, it was different: they were colleagues, they respected each other professionally speaking, but apart from it, there wasn’t anything else. Even if their relationship became a bit more civilized after that first time, they didn’t go beyond a greeting when they arrived at the office, a few words during the lunch break and sometimes a smile. The friendship was the missing part, so Namjoon ignored his own morals, convinced he wasn’t doing anything wrong.
Seokjin and him were nothing, just colleagues that sometimes made a favour to each other, relieving their stress in a merely physical way. No feelings, no teenage crushes, no boring relationships – it was just sex. It had been months, since the first time.
Namjoon got up, looking at the clock on the wall: 7:59 – he smiled, he finished earlier than he expected. He stretched, putting his phone in the pocket and locking the door.
He arrived in front of Seokjin’s office and knocked, waiting for a response, but instead Seokjin came out.
“Uh?”, Namjoon muttered, looking at him wearing his jacket and taking his bag. “Are you leaving?”
“We are leaving, Namjoon”, he replied.
“But- I thought we would have stayed here”
“I never said it”
“Then where?”
“My place”, he smiled casually. “Are you coming?”
Namjoon rolled his eyes, he couldn’t reject that offer. “You’re always full of surprises, hyung”
Seokjin walked past him without a word, but Namjoon saw the grin on his face.
The journey was pretty silent, only interrupted here and there by Seokjin’s singing – Namjoon was looking outside the window and smiling.
They arrived in one of the richest neighborhood of Seoul –not that Namjoon had doubts- and Seokjin guided him to his apartment. Namjoon gasped, it was beautiful: the furniture was modern and minimal, but it was somehow warm, maybe thanks to the candles; the walls were full of paintings and photographs; the light chaos made the rooms more lived.
“Jin, it’s awesome!”
“Nothing special, it was my father’s present” he minimized, throwing his coat on the couch. “But I didn’t bring you here to look at the artworks, so don’t be too charmed by them”
“You’re asking too much, hyung, I can’t do it when you’re standing there looking like art”, Namjoon winked, earning a dirty look because of that cheesy line, before kissing him.
“That’s better”, Seokjin whispered, dragging him to the bedroom.
 
Namjoon laid beside him, panting and looking at the ceiling. There was nothing different from the others time, yet a strange feeling was making his stomach twisting, and it wasn’t because of the orgasm. There was something more, in the way they touched and loved each other.
“I’m getting cleaned up” he said after a while, leaving him alone.
Seokjin nodded before he sank in the sheets – he was feeling good. Namjoon always knew how to satisfy him and gaining his own well deserved pleasure; they knew each other so much, physically speaking, that they didn’t need to talk anymore, they perfectly knew about the other’s weak spots. It wasn’t the same for – well, for everything else: they didn’t knew anything about each other, only small and useless details. To be honest, Seokjin was a bit sad about it: despite everything, he thought Namjoon was an interesting guy. Maybe getting to know him and having a normal relationship wasn’t so absurd as he always thought.
The idea that came up to his mind the second after, though, was definitely crazy – but he spoke before he could stop himself and he couldn’t take it back.
“Namjoon?” he called him, throwing his dirty clothes in a corner and looking for something more comfortable to wear. “We could have dinner together this weekend. What do you think?”
He heard the sound of the water in the sink and a thud, then Namjoon came out from the bathroom, his elbow flushed (Seokjin was pretty sure he bumped it against something) and an amazed look on his face.
“W-What did you say, hyung?”

 
 
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In the end, they really went out to dinner.
Namjoon wasn’t sure, but Seokjin managed to persuade him – after all, he had the power in that sort of relationship.
Seokjin didn’t know why he asked him out, he didn’t like Namjoon – he started to consider him almost as a friend, someone he cared about somehow, but he wasn’t flirting with him and that was not a date. Though a dinner in one of the more exclusive restaurants of the city could give the opposite idea. Totally opposite.
He shook his head: Namjoon and him were colleagues and fuck buddies, nothing more, that wasn’t a romantic rendez-vous and he wasn’t going to crush on him that night.
The fact that Namjoon was beautiful didn’t help, though – not that normally he was ugly, but Seokjin never saw him so elegant, it looked like he dressed up on purpose.
Get a hold of yourself, Kim Seokjin, you sound like a teenager!
Trying not to think about the way the outfit perfectly suited Namjoon’s body, they went inside and sat at the table- which, of course, was reserved, because Seokjin always did things in the best way he could. That’s why they had expensive dishes, wine and a personal waiter – okay, Seokjin had to admit that they totally looked like a couple celebrating their anniversary.
“You treat yourself well, hyung”, Namjoon muttered, all that luxury was too much even to him.
“I grew up like this, but don’t think I’m picky, I accept everything when it’s about food!”
“Even the bar at the corner?”
“Even the bar at the corner”. Seokjin confirmed.
“Well, next time we can go to that small diner who sells street food. Are you in?”
The oldest nodded. “If there will be a next time” he added then.
Namjoon blushed, realizing he asked him out. He focused on the food, trying not to make a fool of himself.
Despite everything, they found out that it was really easy to talk and they spent the rest of the dinner chatting as if they knew each other since ages, and they were both surprised by the amount of stuff they had in common. And, as soon as the dinner came to an end, Namjoon invited Seokjin to his place- not to have sex, surprisingly, but to play videogames. Someone would have called him childish, but Seokjin nodded enthusiastically, starting to ramble about how he spent most of his childhood in front of the console. It was hard, because Seokjin was damn good, but Namjoon could have sworn he never had so much fun – not since he took over the company, at least, and adult life got the best on him.
They felt good, until Seokjin started to use that sarcastic and condescending tone again.
“You know, Namjoon, you’re not so bad”
“Of course I’m not, I just won!”
Seokjin rolled his eyes. “No, I mean, as a person”
“What do you mean?”
“Oh, come on, you know what I used to think about you”
Namjoon crossed his arms, staring at him. “I was starting to like you, Jin, why do you dredge up the past?”
“I know you didn’t appreciate me, too, don’t lie”
“Yes but-“
Seokjin shushed him with a kiss. “I just wanted to tease you, you’re cute when you’re angry. Don’t think too much about it, please”
Namjoon didn’t say anything, that day had already been too strange and he was too tired to trying to find a meaning beyond his words. “See you at the office, tomorrow?”
“I have an offer”
“Go ahead”
“Breakfast together? At the bar at the corner”
“So you weren’t joking”, Namjoon smiled shaking his head. “You’re not so picky as it seems”
“You should trust me, Joonie, I really don’t get why you are so skeptical”
“And you shouldn’t be so touchy, hyung”, he pushed him toward the door, it was getting late. “See you tomorrow, be on time”
Seokjin laughed before leaving the apartment – yes, he was feeling good. Way too good.
In the next weeks, it got worse (though he wasn’t sure that was the right word): between work, brunches and playing videogames together, Seokjin was spending most of his time with Namjoon.
There wouldn’t have been anything wrong about it, except he wasn’t totally comfortable – as much as he enjoyed Namjoon’s company, the voice in his head kept telling him to take a step back; that he didn’t need to get too involved, that they should have been only friends, because it would have been the end if one of them got attached.
And the end inevitably came, on a cold February night. They decided to watch a movie at the oldest’s house, covers up to their nose, a bowl of popcorns to share and a silly comedy on tv.
Seokjin, at some point, had the most banal and terrifying revelation: he wasn’t paying attention. He wasn't watching the movie at all, focusing instead on the way Namjoon’s face brightened up when he laughed because of a stupid joke or the way their hands unintentionally touched when they tried to grab as much popcorns as they could; he didn’t care where they were, what the actors on the screen were saying, the fact he was going to fall asleep at work next morning: he was with Namjoon, and that was enough.
It had been scaring realizing he had fallen in love, and the voice showed up again mocking him, told you. He initially tried to shut it off, but then he gave up: he really liked Namjoon. He couldn’t tell when and how things started to change between them, it just happened – one day they were colleagues that could barely stand each other, then they were having sex and the day after they became friends. It was new and intimidating, he wasn’t sure he knew how to deal with it. More days flew by and, between an unsure attempt to make him understand what he was feeling and a sarcastic joke to hide his insecurity, nothing seemed to change. They kept going out, having fun, sex, but it looked like Namjoon wasn’t suspecting anything – Seokjin didn’t know whether he had to be relieved or disappointed.
He came to a conclusion: he had to talk with someone about it, or he would have gone crazy. And so he did on an early morning, during breakfast.
“I have a problem” he started, making his dad taking his eyes off the newspaper.
“You didn’t make the company fail, did you?”
“No, no, nothing like that” he reassured him shaking his head. “I like someone”
“Oh, finally!”, the man exclaimed, smiling. “How is she? Is she pretty?”
Seokjin blushed. “Well, dad, the point is that-“
“I hope it’s not Woojin-ah’s daughter! She’s always been spoiled and unbearable, I would never forgive you”
“Namjoon” he confessed before his dad could say anything else. “I fell in love with Namjoon”
“”And where’s the- wait, what? That Namjoon?”
Seokjin nodded, too embarrassed to say anything.
“Does he know?”
“No, I was too scared to confess”
“Why!?”
“It’s not easy, dad! I can’t simply go and tell him I love him!”
The man smiled. “You really know nothing about this stuff”
 
And that’s how, a few hours and a lot of talking later, Seokjin was standing in front of the building where Namjoon lived, all dressed up and holding a bag of food in his hand.
He wasn’t really sure it would have worked, his father’s advice sounded a bit absurd (“surprise is the best weapon you have, he won’t reject you”) but it was also the only one he received and, after all, he never confessed to anyone, so he accepted it as it was.
He lingered on the building’s door, unsure – he was there, but the idea of confessing everything to Namjoon was scaring him to death, he didn’t know how he’d react. In the past months, despite his endless attempts, Namjoon didn’t get any of his hints, and they stayed in that obnoxious limbo that didn’t evolve in anything concrete; they even stopped to have sex, as if it was something wrong, but they couldn’t stop to meet and go out.
Seokjin hated that situation, it was something he couldn’t stand- half measures didn’t suit him, especially if they concerned friendship or love, and being in a deadlock was one of the worst feelings ever.
He took a deep breath, finally deciding to go in – there was no need to act like a scared kid, what would have Namjoon said, seeing him like that?
He took the stairs, hoping to have more time to calm down, but he almost ran, too nervous to wait. He arrived at the end exhausted, but the fatigue cleared his mind somehow and he was more than sure about what he had to do.
He walked in –they were so close that Namjoon gave him a spare key- and first thing he noticed were the lights on in the hallway and a pair of shoes he wasn’t able to recognize. Then he heard an unequivocal sound and, well, after all Namjoon was a man and had certain needs that he could satisfy by himself, if necessary. It definitely wasn’t the way Seokjin wanted to confess to him, but maybe it would have helped to defuse the tension.
He walked toward the bedroom, mentally repeating his speech, he wanted to make sure he didn’t forget anything.
He took another long breath, then he opened the door – and he froze. “N-Namjoonie?”

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“N-Namjoonie?”
Namjoon froze, while the girl under him looked at him in confusion.
He couldn’t believe it, it wasn’t happening; that wasn’t Seokjin’s voice and it was just a dream, he was going to wake up –alone- and everything would have been the same. Right?
He slowly turned, afraid of what he was going to find in front of him, his heart pounding fast. Almost forgetting that they were three, in the room, he looked up and his heart broke: Seokjin was crying, he had a hurt and incredulous look on his face and his arms was resting at his side; he was looking back and forth between them and Namjoon never saw him so disappointed, angry and defeated.
The bag with the food, that he hold until that moment, fell on the floor with a thud, randomly spreading his content on the parquet; it looked like an abstract piece of art, it was incomprehensible but it showed exactly the confusion and the pain that were suffocating him.
Namjoon felt like crying, even if he knew he didn’t have the right to.
“J-Jinnie…” he muttered, hiding himself with the sheets. “Please, don’t-“
“I know what you are going to say”, Seokjin replied and it was unbelievable how, in just a few seconds, he regained enough self-control to be able to speak without any voice crack. “I can explain, it’s not how it seems, there was nothing between us and I’m free to fuck whoever I want. Am I right?”
“Just give me the chance to-“
“I won’t accept any of your excuses. And if you really think it has only been sex between us, well, you know what? Fuck you, Kim Namjoon!”
He ran away, leaving the door opened, without turning back at his “Jin, wait!”
Namjoon got up, hastily taking his clothes, and only when he was about to wear his shoes he realized he had a problem to solve.
“Are you seriously leaving me here alone?”, the girl snapped, frowning.
Namjoon shrugged, bowing a little in apology. “I need to find him”
“I don’t even know where we are, how can I go back to-“
“Take a taxi”, he cut her off, placing a banknote on the nightstand and leaving.
“Hey!”
Namjoon slammed the door, ignoring her, and ran toward the stairs, too impatient to wait for the elevator. The cold wind hit him, making him curse; standing on the sidewalk, he wondered what direction he could had taken.
Think, fool, think. Where would he go?
McDonald’s? No, it was too crowded for someone who wanted to stay alone. As weell as the mall, any bar or pub and- right, how could he not think about it sooner? He started to run, slaloming between people and wondering if he still had a chance.
He made a mess, he knew it, it was all his fault and he couldn’t forgive himself. He broke Seokjin’s trust and he didn’t even like that girl.
The truth was that Namjoon was scared – things between Seokjin and him had started to change, to become something more, and he didn’t know how to deal with it. It had been easy, until their relationship was made of a few hours of pure pleasure. Then they became friends and, even if he tried to keep the distance, he couldn’t hold back his feelings – it was exactly what he always feared, his worst nightmare, it was against his own morals.
Namjoon fell in love – he didn’t say anything, though, because Seokjin kept treating him as a friend and nothing more. Namjoon was even sure Seokjin had someone in his life, he couldn’t believe a guy like him was alone (he was totally wrong, as he found out that night, but he had been too blind to notice before).
The girls were only an excuse to not think about it, a stupid way to ignore his love towards someone who would have never reciprocated him.
Friends or fuck buddies, he didn’t have a chance with Seokjin anyway.
“Hey, be careful!” someone yelled, and he realized he crossed the street without even looking. He apologized, reaching the other side.
As soon as he arrived in front of the building he took a deep breath, exhausted from the run –he didn’t mind, he could have run for miles if necessary, but his lung were begging him to stop.
Inside the elevator, he thought about what to do, what to say, but he couldn’t find an answer; he just decided to be honest and see what would have happened.
“Seokjinnie?” he said, cautiously open the door of his office; he moved forward in the dark, cursing when he hit the coatrack. “Are you here?”
“You should be more careful, you’re going to break everything” a low murmuring came from a spot near the window.
“I’m turning the lights on, okay?” he asked, before he flipped the switch and adjusted his eyes to the sudden brightness. Once he was able to focus on the room, he saw Seokjin curled up with his knees to his chest and his face hidden behind his hands.
Namjoon sighed, taking a pack of tissues out of his pocket and giving one to him. “Here”
Seokjin looked up, it was clear he cried a lot. “H-How did you know I was here?”
“It was the only logical place” he shrugged. “And I didn’t have any other option, I just hoped I was right”
They stayed silent for a while, Seokjin still sitting on the floo -Namjoon wondered if he wasn’t freezing, it was really cold.
Then, Seokjin gathered his courage and spoke, trying not to burst into tears again.
“Do you-“ he tried to ignore the lump in his throat, staring at the floor. “Do you like her?”
Namjoon sighed. “No, I don’t even remember her name”
“Then why-“
“I don’t know, okay? I wished it helped me not to think, but I fucked up”
“Not to think about what, Joon?”
“That I fell in love with you. I always believed I was able to separate friends from sex, and I thought it would have been the same with you – we didn’t even like each other at first. Then you asked me out, you stayed instead of running away as usual, everyone kept saying we looked like a couple and- honestly, Jinnie, I was confused”, he sat beside him, laying his head against the wall. “Aside from my job, I always think too much when I should do something. I could have asked you to take things to another level, but I was sure you wouldn’t have accepted it and I didn’t want to ruin everything. We were more than fuck buddies, but I didn’t know how much our relationship developed and I was too scared to risk”
Seokjin sobbed. “Are you kidding me?”
“I could never”, Namjoon whispered, stroking his hair. And it was true because, even if he lied to him somehow, he could never make fun of him. “I’m really sorry if I hurt you, but I was sure I didn’t have chance and I was too confused to act clearly”
“As if that’s news” the oldest muttered, wiping his cheeks. Namjoon laughed, sarcasm only confirmed that the Seokjin he knew was still there. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? We would have avoided all this mess”
“I thought you had someone” he admitted.
“You’ve been the only one for months, Joon! What were you thinking?”
“I don’t know, I was sure you didn’t like me!”
“And you say you’re the smart one between us”, he huffed.
“Hyung!” he protested, pouting. “Don’t treat me like this”
Adorable. “But seriously, Joonie, I thought you understood. I spent days trying to get noticed by you, trying to understand what was going on in your mind and how I could have changed things; I guess it didn’t work”
Namjoon smiled, embarrassed. “I’ve never been good with this stuff”
“No, I’m guilty too” he replied. “I thought I gave you enough hints but-“
“It’s alright, hyung, you don’t have to apologize” he reassured him. “I couldn’t understand you and you wasn’t brave enough to expose yourself completely – I think we are even”
Seokjin shrugged. “I guess so”
Namjoon smiled –that smile with dimples and squinted eyes Seokjin couldn’t get used to-, then took his cheeks in his hands and moved forward to his face.
“J-Joonie? What are you doing?” he asked, his voice shaking,
“What do you think I’m doing?”
“Have you lost your mind or- mphf” his words were cut off because, of course, Namjoon kissed him. It was all so strange, it wasn’t like the rough kisses they used to share; Namjoon’s fingers on his skin were warm and light, caressing him without any hurry, as if they had all the time in the world.
And his lips, god, Seokjin thought he was going to faint –they looked like they were made to be kissed, they perfectly fit his own, he never felt anything similar. Namjoon kept moving back only to smile and him and look at his flushed face, then he continued his destruction. Seokjin felt his head so light he couldn’t even think properly and he simply let go.
After what felt like hours, they stopped to catch their breath. Or better, Seokjin tried to say something or at least suggest a better place to go, but Namjoon kept kissing his swollen lips to shut him.
“Joonie, it’s getting late” he protest, but he wasn’t really sure he wanted to leave, after all. “We should go home”
“You always ruin everything”, the younger huffed amusingly, then he got up and offered a hand to help him.
Seokjin rolled his eyes, pushing him slightly. “Let’s go”
Namjoon entwined their fingers, taking him outside that too dark and sad building; the frost hit him again and he noticed how his hyung was shivering, so he took off his jacket and put it on his shoulders. “Better?”
“Kind of, thank you”, Seokjin nodded, clinging to him. Then he thought of something and typed fast on his phone’s keyboard.
“Who are you texting?”
“My father”
“Uh?”
“If it wasn’t for him, I would have never come to your place”
Namjoon burst into laughter. “So he’s the one I have to thank, mh?”
“Yep”, Seokjin confirmed, blushing. “It’s all thanks to him”
They stayed silent for the rest of the walk, trying not to die because of the cold and reflecting on how their lives were about to change. The house’s warmth welcomed them and they both sighed, it was definitely better inside.
Namjoon took their coats, placing them on the hook. “Hyung, what about something hot to drink? We really need it-“
Seokjin kissed him, constraining him against the wall, and shook his head – Namjoon shivered.
They finally, truly loved each other –no hard feelings, no desire to prevail, only the need to be together and start again.
“Would you have ever imagined it?”, Seokjin muttered, laying his head on his chest.
“What, hyung?”
“That we’d be together”
Namjoon forced him to look up. “Do you mean that-“
“I forgive you, yes. I can’t blame you, you didn't know how I was feeling about you and you’ve just done what you felt right; I didn’t say anything and it took me months to make the first step, I’m as guilty as you”
“What did I do right to deserve you?” he muttered.
Seokjin smiled. “I really like you, Joon. I know we started in the worst way possible and I’m sure it won’t be easy, but I really care about you and I hope we can be honest with each other from now on”
“I will do my best to make things work”
“Promised?”
“Promised” he assured.
They fell asleep in each other’s arms and Namjoon, opening his eyes the next morning, found Seokjin still laying on his chest, legs intertwined and hearts pounding in sync.
“Jinnie” he tried, fixing his hair. “We should get up”
Seokjin only murmured, he didn’t want to leave the blankets’ warmth.
“Come on, sweetie, we’re going to be late”
“You are the boss, you can have a day off” he protested, his voice muffled against the pillow.
Namjoon laughed, kissing his cheek. “With great power comes great responsibility, and you know better than me that we have to go to work”
Seokjin sighed, keeping his eyes shut. “I’m exhausted, Joonie, can’t we stay home? Just for today?”
“Only if you promise me you’ll make me breakfast, later”
“Anything you want, I just want to sleep now”
“Deal” he smiled, getting up and making some calls.
“What did they say?”, Seokjin asked turning to face him when he heard him laying on the bed again.
“Hey, I’m the boss, I don’t need to justify myself!”, Namjoon replied, hugging him.
Seokjin simply kissed him, too tired to say anything. “Sleep”
“I’d rather stay here and look at you”, Namjoon whispered, tracing his face with his index. Seokjin, half asleep, took his hand entwining their fingers, and Namjoon’s heart melt at the sight. He couldn’t help but place small kisses all over him, on his forehead, on his shoulder, on his neck, on his lips.
Seokjin moaned happily and hugged him tightly.
“I’m happy, Joonie”
“Me too, hyung, me too”