AN: If you like it, make sure you vote! This poor story has no votes and that makes for a sad author.

I've been seriously considering entering this one in a contest that's going to commence in March. I have to get it to 10 chapters first, though. Commenting and voting will help motivate me to get it to that point 😉

Edit:  Just fixing a few typos I found almost immediately after posting this.  Ooops.

2-27-20 - Spiced up the last scene. Check it out.  ... And found another damn typo.

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He woke up feeling as if he had shoved a whole package of cotton balls in his mouth. Running a sandpaper tongue over equally dry gums, Namjoon spotted an empty glass on the coffee table in front of him and sat up to reached for it, thinking to go fill it with water. He instantly regretted the motion as the quick movement sent a searing lance of pain through his temples.

"I am never drinking again," he moaned, falling back onto the couch with a soft fwumph, his arm over his eyes. While the lights were off, there was enough sunshine shining through the wall of windows to clearly illuminate the room.

Slowly, he forced himself to sit up then proceeded to cradle his head in his hands, elbows propped onto his knees. Taking stock of himself, Namjoon did his best to recall the events of the previous night. He easily recalled Jackson taking off for Hong Kong and the downing of a bottle of soju from the room's minibar. He could remember going down to the beach with more soju and wallowing in drunken self-pity. Then Seokjin had shown up and whisked him away to a bonfire where he'd had that surprising, and soul-search-inducing conversation with the waiter from the Ciel, Hoseok.

After that, things got a little fuzzy. He thought he remembered falling down a lot, which would explain why he felt like there was sand in places sand didn't belong. He shifted in discomfort. He didn't like the feeling of not knowing exactly how he had gotten back to his room but, given that he was still wearing the clothing from the previous night, had woken up on a couch, and had sand in his boxers, he knew nothing untoward had happened, at least. He couldn't remember getting his room key back so he assumed that Seokjin had something to do with making it back safely.

A warmth swirled around in his stomach at that thought. The concierge was so considerate, even when he wasn't on duty. There was no reason that Jin had to invite him to the party and he was under no obligation to make sure Namjoon made it to his room. Yet, here Namjoon sat, empty water glass on the table in front of him and a blanket around his shoulders, safe and sound.

And gritty. So. Fucking. Gritty.

Groaning, Namjoon mustered the strength to stand, leaving the blanket where it was. He grabbed the glass and deposited it on the breakfast bar as he shuffled through the suite to the bathroom, stripping his sandy clothing off as he went, leaving a bread-crumb trail all the way from the dining area to the shower stall. He didn't even bother turning the lights on in the bathroom, letting the dimness help his throbbing head. Once the water was warm, he stumbled into the stall. Leaning his forehead against the slightly chilly tiled wall, he let the water pound against his back with a deep sigh.

Normally, he wasn't one for long showers. In his opinion, it was a waste of water. That morning, though, he took nearly an hour to wash his hair and body, grimacing as he rinsed sand out of places that he didn't even realize sand could get into.

Squeaky clean and dressed in pajama pants and a soft, cotton t-shirt, Namjoon shuffled back towards his kitchen, ignoring the trail of dirty clothing for the time being. His stomach felt a little woozy and his head still throbbed. He needed water, and maybe some toast.

A knocking on the door caused him to pause halfway across the room. Frowning, he changed course and looked into the peephole. He was slammed with a happy surprise to see Seokjin standing outside his room. Quickly, he opened the door for the older man.

"Good morning!" Jin grinned.

Namjoon cringed at the volume of Seokjin's voice as the concierge, dressed surprisingly in dark blue jean shorts and a royal purple t-shirt, wheeled in a trolly nearly overflowing with what appeared to be room service platters covered in domed, metal lids. There was also a pitcher of orange juice, the contents sloshing dangerously close to the lip as the trolly moved.

The older man tsked slightly as he looked pointedly at the clothing on the floor, swooping to pick them up once he stopped pushing the cart.

"You don't have to do that," Namjoon made a move to stop him but winced when the motion brought another stab of pain through his head.

"Force of habit." Seokjin dropped the sandy clothing just inside the bedroom door, off to one side. When he came back, Namjoon waved at the trolly covered in metal-lidded dishes.

"What's all this?"

"Breakfast." Seokjin pointedly looked at the watch on his wrist. "Or, lunch I suppose since it's after noon. I was hoping to give you enough time to recover; I'm glad I didn't wake you."

"I didn't order any breakfast." Namjoon was dumbfounded as he lifted a lid from one of the dishes to see a kimchi fried rice that smelled amazing. More lids revealed fried eggs, pickled cucumber, galbi, black bean tofu, and what he was sure was seaweed soup. "This is far too much for me to eat."

Seokjin started unloading the dishes onto the dining table and smiled at Namjoon when the younger moved to help. "I wasn't sure what you'd like, so I made a variety."

Namjoon paused, the tureen of soup halfway to the table. "You made this? As in, you cooked it?"

"Yep." Seokjin took the pot of soup from the blond and set it carefully on the table.

Stunned, Namjoon moved into the kitchen and started opening cabinets until he located the plates. He paused and glanced over his shoulder at Jin. "Have you eaten yet?" At a shake of the older's head, Namjoon snagged a second set of dinnerware – plate, bowl, chopsticks, spoon, and glass – before returning to the table. He wasn't sure how he managed to juggle it all without dropping anything but was pleased that there were no casualties by the time he got to the table. Seokjin didn't need a second invitation and started dishing out food to both of their plates while Namjoon ladled out soup.

"Thank you," Namjoon said after a moment of silence in which he contemplated the steaming food on his plate. "This looks delicious."

Seokjin snagged a piece of beef and popped it into his mouth. "Yom! Eat, it tastes as good as it looks, I promise."

Smiling, Namjoon did as bid and barely managed to contain his own noises of enjoyment as he tried a little of everything. He was amused by how much Seokjin enjoyed his own cooking, listening to 'Ahms' and 'Yoms' as the other ate noisily, his expression one of bliss at each flavor.

"Did you have anything you wanted to do today?" Seokjin wiped his mouth on a napkin before pouring himself more orange juice.

"I hadn't decided. I'm feeling a bit too dead to do a whole lot." Namjoon gave him a half-hearted smile. At least his headache seemed to be subsiding now that he had eaten.

Seokjin nodded. "You were pretty far gone last night."

"I'm sorry about that. I hope I didn't make an ass of myself," Namjoon apologized, feeling suddenly hesitant.

"Not at all. It was fun." The concierge started digging around in his back pockets for a moment before pulling out a key card. "Before I forget again!" He handed it over and Namjoon set it on the table next to his plate. "Yoongi gave that to me this morning."

"Your friends are nice." Namjoon stood and started gathering their dirty dishes, busing them to the kitchen. He set them in the sink and started the water, surprised when Seokjin appeared next to him with a dish towel in hand.

"Taehyung sent me around twenty texts this morning to make sure you were okay." Jin laughed quietly as he took the freshly cleaned dishes from Namjoon's soapy hands, rinsing them and drying them. "I think he's adopted you. I promised I'd give you his phone number; half his texts included asking when you could come to the stables as if asking me if you could come out and play."

Namjoon felt incredibly pleased that Tae wanted to be his friend. Chuckling, he popped the plug from the sink drain and wiped his hands off on a towel. "Let me get my phone and I'll put it in."

He found his phone on the floor next to the bed where he had dropped it the previous night. He hadn't brought it down to the beach, angry after reading Jackson's text that he had reached the Jeju airport and was about to board his plane. With a groan, Namjoon sat on the edge of the bed and unlocked his phone to see a text from Jackie that stated his husband had made it safely to Hong Kong. That was it, though. No further messages. Not even one last apology or an 'I love you.' Only a 'Just landed.' Feeling a bit spiteful, Namjoon shot back a single 'k' in response before gaining his feet and leaving his bedroom.

Jin had already cleared the table of leftovers, stacking everything back on the trolly by the time Namjoon reappeared. The shorter man pushed it into the entry atrium near the door before returning with a backpack slung over one shoulder. Namjoon wondered where he had gotten it but figured the older man had probably just left it in the entry when he'd first knocked.

Curious, Namjoon waved at the bag. "What's that for?"

"Now that we're done eating, we have a boat to catch. To Boseok Gedo." He adjusted the strap of his bag before glancing up at Namjoon. "You do still want to go, right?"

"Yeah!" Namjoon instantly blushed at how loud his response had been, feeling embarrassed for coming off so excited.

Seokjin merely smiled in response, though. "Think you could be ready to go in the next fifteen minutes?"

"Really? Right now?" Namjoon was already moving toward his bedroom, though. He snagged some cargo shorts from the dresser, discarding his pajama bottoms rapidly. He grabbed his backpack and dumped the contents – mostly books, note pads, and pens – onto the bed before stuffing a light sweater into it. He added in a bottle of sunscreen, one of the half-read books he had brought, a towel, and a snapback before shouldering it. Less than five minutes later, he was back in the main suite with his sunglasses perched on his head. "Where do we go?"

Laughing, Seokjin pointed at the door. "Well, we won't get very far without first leaving the room."

Namjoon was halfway to the door when a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He smiled meekly when Seokjin handed him his key card. The younger man tucked it into his wallet and shoved it into his back pocket before following the concierge out of the room and into the elevator.

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Seokjin left Namjoon at the front desk with promises that he would return shortly. He disappeared into the staff room situated behind the concierge desk and made straight for the giant wall calendar that was their work roster. With a pencil tied to a tack on the wall, he quickly made a few adjustments where his name had been listed and initialed them before returning to Namjoon.

"I hope you don't mind me coming along," Seokjin said as he motioned for Namjoon to follow him out of the lobby, hefting his own backpack more firmly onto his shoulders. "I did sort of spring this on you."

"No, I don't mind. But..." The blond's hesitance was clear in his voice. "Won't you get in trouble?"

"Nope." Seokjin smiled. "Due to the rarity of the jewel crabs, guests must be chaperoned by a staff member during any excursions to that island. Jungkook can drop us off but he won't be able to stay to keep an eye on you." Realizing how that sounded, Seokjin backpaddled quickly by adding, "Not that I suspect you'll do anything to endanger our little crab friends, but it's the rules." Namjoon, however, didn't seem the slightest bit upset by anything Seokjin had said. Instead, he practically skipped along beside Seokjin, holding his backpack straps like a kid on a field trip.

"I'm glad you didn't just stick me with a stranger, then," Namjoon said as they walked toward the docks where a number of boats were moored. Once on the floating walkway, it didn't take long to locate Jungkook. He stood next to a speed boat, waving enthusiastically at the two as they approached. The moment Namjoon was within arm's length, Kookie yanked him into a hug.

"Hyung! How are you feeling? I assume you made it back okay?" The youngster released the startled blond before repeating the gesture with Jin.

"Uhm, yeah. I'm doing fine." Namjoon adjusting the sunglasses that were threatening to fall off the top of his head, his cheeks tinged pink. Seokjin realized he must not be used to open displays of affection from friends. That was a little odd but the older man brushed it off as they climbed into the boat and found seats in the cut-out bow.

"The trip won't take very long," Jungkook was saying as he untied the boat from the dock and started the engine. "We'll be there in about twenty minutes so sit back, hang on, and enjoy the ride."

After a brief, puttering taxi out of the marina, Jungkook opened up the throttle and the boat shot forward like a bullet from a gun. Seokjin grinned at the exclamation that left Namjoon's mouth at the sudden speed. He watched the blond grip the railing next to him, leaning forward into the wind. His sunglasses nearly fell off his head again when the boat hit a swell, lurching and bumping as it briefly left the water before slamming back down onto the sea. With a quick hand, Seokjin snatched the glasses and handed them to Namjoon. The other man laughed and slipped them into his backpack with a shake of his head before turning his face back into the wind.

They didn't speak during the entirety of the ride out, though Namjoon spent a great part of it laughing. Seokjin suspected that Jungkook was purposefully steering them into swells to make the ride more exhilarating. The concierge didn't mind, though; he was enjoying watching Namjoon's excitement. It made him smile as a fondness kept him constant company. He felt a stab of disappointment that he wasn't the one that was allowed to see Namjoon like this whenever he wanted. He would just have to make sure that he got his fill before either the blond left, or that worthless husband of his came back. Whichever happened first.

It was part of the decision Seokjin had made while laying in bed the previous night, his buzz wearing off. He knew he couldn't have merely handed the responsibility of Namjoon's vacation over to anyone else at the resort. He knew himself well enough to realize he would have somehow sabotaged whoever it was that got the job. He would have spent the next two weeks completely miserable, knowing someone else would be letting Namjoon into his room when the blond inevitably lost his key card. He would have found ways to 'accidentally' run into Namjoon during the course of the day.

In the end, Jin decided to just... go with it. He would make sure Namjoon had a wonderful time and that the younger man got to experience everything he had hoped to experience during his stay. If he wanted to play tennis, Seokjin would play tennis with him. If he wanted to go to the theater, Seokjin would get him the best possible seats. Horseback riding? Seokjin could saddle a horse as fast as Taehyung. And, though it hurt to think about, if Namjoon didn't want Seokjin to do these things with him, Seokjin would schedule the activities and then mope in the breakroom until Namjoon needed something else.

One thing he didn't dwell on was why he was so quickly engrossed in the wellbeing of the other man. He'd fallen fast before and could readily recognize that was exactly what was happening to him. While he didn't think he was in love with Namjoon, he was certainly enamored. He knew that being around him made him incredibly happy. He wasn't going to distance himself; he was going to throw himself face-first into Namjoon's existence and get as much time in as he could before reality had a chance to rain on his parade. He wanted to know what things made the blond happy, what were is likes and dislikes, hobbies, hopes, dreams.

Their arrival at the island cut his thoughts short. Namjoon disembarked first, landing in thigh-deep water as there was no dock on the island and Jungkook could not risk getting any closer to shore without beaching the boat. He waded out onto the sand and looked around the beach with a grin. As Seokjin made to slip over the side, Jungkook caught his elbow and waggled his eyebrows at his hyung.

"Don't have too much fun out here by yourselves." His comment was met with Seokjin's hand upside his head but the boy just laughed it off. "Really, though. You should go for it, hyung. He seems cool and you've been single for, like, ever. And it's obvious you're crazy about him. If you like him so much, just ask him out."

Seokjin merely gave the younger a tight smile before splashing into the shallows. He didn't feel like explaining the blond's circumstances, nor was he really prepared to admit to Jungkook that he was right about his feelings. He did find it ironic that Jungkook, who was terrified of asking out his own crush, was trying to dish out dating advice. With a wave of his hand, he shooed the young man away and made for the beach.

By the time Seokjin sloshed out of the waves, Namjoon had abandoned his backpack on a rock and was scurrying after a crab. The brunet had to admit it was the most adorable thing he had ever seen. With a gentleness that seemed at odds with how destructive Namjoon was, the blond had scooped up the crab and was happily bringing it over to show Seokjin.

"They're beautiful!" the younger exclaimed, holding his hands out. He cooed as the crab skittered around, attempting to escape. It was about the size of a thumbnail. With a smile, he agreed with Namjoon, dropping his own backpack next to the younger's. When he looked back at Namjoon, the other man had already deposited the crab in the sand and was eagerly looking for another.

They spent the next hour combing the coastline of the island for crabs, seashells, and anything else that caught their eye. Seokjin found an old glass bottle and picked it up in order to pack it out and throw it away. He blew into the opening to create a low note and proceeded to jokingly hoot out a serenade for Namjoon. His companion had laughed so hard his eyes were forced shut.

"How long are we allowed to stay?" Namjoon knelt down in the sand, letting his umpteenth crab scuttle off his palm.

"As long as you'd like. I'll call for a pickup whenever you want to head back."

Namjoon was quiet for a moment, staring out at the endless expanse of ocean before them. "Too bad we didn't bring a lunch. We could have had a picnic."

Seokjin lowered himself onto his knees into the sand next to Namjoon and then sat back on his heels. "There are other good places for picnics on the mainland if you're getting hungry."

Namjoon's lips thinned slightly. "Can we stay a little longer? I imagine as soon as we get back, you'll have to go back to work and a picnic by myself doesn't sound that great."

"Nope," Seokjin shook his head and picked up a crab he saw scurry by from the corner of his eye. He deposited it into Namjoon's hands with a smile. "I'm all yours today, and for the next few days if you'd like."

Namjoon slowly turned his head to look over at Seokjin, the crab taking the chance to escape while his captor wasn't looking. "Why?"

"Why?" Seokjin raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah. I didn't ask for you to give up your work to hang out with me." His brows furrowed. "I'm not looking for pity or anything, you know."

It was Jin's turn to frown. "I never thought you were. I have today and the next few days off so I'm not giving up my work. I want to spend it with you, if you'll let me."

They were silent for a few breaths as Namjoon continued to process what Seokjin was saying. The older wasn't sure what was going through the other man's mind but he had a suspicion he was trying to connect some dots that Seokjin had been, more or less, avoiding connecting.

"Why?" Namjoon asked again. "You just met me. Why would you want to spend your free time with someone like me?"

"What do you mean, 'someone like you?'" Seokjin narrowed his eyes slightly, not liking Namjoon's connotation that he wasn't worth spending time with.

"I'm nothing special," Namjoon returned with a shrug, looking down at his hands. He picked at some sand that had gotten stuck between his fingers. "I'm boring."

"Boring?" Seokjin couldn't believe what he heard. "Boring?" He shook his head, baffled. "Who in the world would call you 'boring?'"

Namjoon's hesitant silence was answer enough and it made Seokjin's blood boil. Even only knowing him for a couple days, Seokjin could see that Namjoon was far from boring. How could someone that claimed to love someone else ever call them boring?

"I don't believe that for a second," Jin announced firmly. "I've had more fun today, just in this last hour, hanging out with you than I have in longer than I can remember."

He could see the surprise register on Namjoon's face as the younger man looked up from his hands and met his eyes. "Seriously?"

"Seriously. And, like I said, if you want company for the next few days, I'd be very happy to show you around."

"Okay, then. So long as you're sure. I've actually had a better time since last night than I have since getting here." A dusting of pink on Namjoon's cheeks accompanied the confession. "I'd actually really like it if you'd like to hang out."

"Great!" Seokjin pushed himself to his feet and reached down to help Namjoon stand as well. "Just let me know what kinds of things you'd like to go do and we can go do them. I've got some ideas of things you might like but I'm going to leave it entirely up to you."

Namjoon was smiling so widely that his dimples were on full display. Seokjin ignored how his heart stuttered at the breathtaking sight. "I'd like to stay here a little longer but then maybe we could go on that picnic?"

Seokjin grinned. "That sounds perfect."

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Namjoon stood at the edge of the North Tower's roof, staring down the dizzying thirty-story drop to the pavement below. From that height, all the other guests looked like ants. He had to admit, though, as a light breeze off the ocean ruffled his hair, Seokjin was right. This was one of the best views he had ever seen. Even though his own room was less than fifteen feet below them, the view was still better than on his balcony.

"You're sure you won't get in trouble for bringing me up here?" He turned to look over at where Seokjin was laying out a picnic on a blanket.

"Please stop being concerned with me getting into trouble!" Seokjin huffed, holding a bowl of rice out to him. "I can absolutely promise that I'll be fine!"

"If you say so." Namjoon came back to the blanket and took the rice before settling himself down next to Jin. "I just don't want you to get fired over me. I'd feel terrible."

"I won't." Jin shoved a piece of kimbap into his mouth before pushing the plate toward Namjoon with an encouraging nod.

They ate in companionable silence for a while, Namjoon watching how animatedly Seokjin downed his lunch. He really had never seen anyone enjoy food quite the way that Jin did and it made him smile.

"So, let's make a plan. What did you want to do after lunch?" Seokjin wiped his mouth with a napkin, setting his chopsticks down on the edge of his plate. Together they packed up what was left and set it off to the side so that the blanket was cleared.

"I'm not sure. I might need to take a look at those pamphlets again." Namjoon stifled a sudden yawn. "Although a nap might be in order before I even do that. Too much good food." He pat his flat tummy a couple times before reclining back on the blanket, staring up at the fluffy clouds that floated lazily overhead. Beside him, Jin was settling down as well. The blanket was not terribly large and, when laying side by side, they would have had to squish to both fit. Jin shifted slightly, propping himself up on one arm so that could he lay on his side facing Namjoon and still be on the blanket.

After a moment, Namjoon rolled to his side to face the other, not caring that they were barely a hand's breadth apart. "Thanks for today. And last night. And for offering to hang out with me. I don't have a lot of friends that would want to do that."

"Then they aren't your friends."

Namjoon merely nodded with a sigh. He was realizing that the more time he spent with Jin, with someone who actually wanted to spend time with him, that he didn't really have any friends. Jackson had friends. Any time he spent with those people was always when Jackson was around. No one ever called to see if Namjoon wanted to go do something; it was always organized through his husband as something they did together.

Shaking his head, he pushed away thoughts of his social life in Seoul, and of Jackson. He didn't want to think about him right then; he was still angry about Hong Kong. And about dinner. And about many other things from the last five years that kept shoving to the front of his mind ever since his conversation with Hoseok the previous night. Such as how he had put his entire life on hold for a man that would never do the same for him. Half a college degree, no job, no realized ambitions. He was, essentially, a trophy husband and realizing that hurt quite a lot.

"Hey." A hand touching his face brought Namjoon from his thoughts. Seokjin was brushing the blond's bangs back gently, frowning at him. "Wherever you are right now, it isn't worth it."

"What?" His mind went blank at the feeling of those long fingers brushing through his hair, trailing against his scalp in a way that sent tiny shivers down the back of his neck.

"You look like you're miles away right now. Come back. Let's just ignore whatever you're thinking about and continue having a great day."

"How are you so nice?"

Seokjin blinked rapidly, a slight downward turn to his mouth. "I'm just being a normal person."

"No, you're so much better than that." Namjoon wasn't sure where the words were coming from and why they were deciding to burst from his lips, but he let them out anyway.

Seokjin was quiet for a moment, his eyes flicking around Namjoon's face in uncertainly as he seemed to struggle with something Namjoon could only guess at. Finally, he shook his head slightly. "I'm not as nice as you think I am. I'm not a good person."

"Why would you even think that?" It was Namjoon's turn to look unsure. Everything he had seen from this man had been abundantly kind.

There was another long stretch of silence, the hesitancy from Seokjin's face shining clearly in his eyes. "If I told you, you'd hate me." His voice was barely above a whisper.

"Try me," Namjoon challenged just as softly. "Why aren't you a good person, huh?"

It took Seokjin so long to answer that Namjoon thought he wasn't going to. Just when he was about to give up on getting an answer, Seokjin's plump lips parted. "Because," he breathed, "Right now, despite knowing that you're married and that I have no business messing with that, I really want to kiss you. And that isn't something a good person would do."

Namjoon was certain his heart had stopped beating as the words registered. Overwhelmed from the combination of the confession and the continual threading of Seokjin's fingers through his hair, he couldn't formulate a coherent response. He licked his lips a few times as his pulse thrummed in his ears.

"I guess," Namjoon managed to whisper before his words caught in his throat. He took a deep breath and tried again. "I guess I'm a bad person, too, then."

Before he had a chance to chicken out or question his actions, Namjoon slid a hand behind Seokjin's neck and pulled him in, melding their lips together in a slow, deliberate kiss. A heartbeat later, he pulled back tentatively, afraid of something he couldn't quite define, but he didn't get more than a centimeter's retreat before Seokjin's fingers fisted in his hair and pulled him back in. He melted into the feeling of lips moving against his own, exploring the sensations brought on by kissing someone new for the first time.  The swipe of a tongue against his bottom lip was a request he readily granted, tilting his head and opening up to allow the older to slip in.

Their hands started to roam lazily, touches feather-light over their clothing, as they kept the kiss slow yet deep. The gentleness added a fuel to the fire that was gradually kindling inside of Namjoon and, with hardly a thought, he rolled Jin to his back. His hands found the the brunet's hair, marveling in the silky texture between his fingers. Seokjin's arms wrapped around his waist, pinning him in place.  A hardness pressed against the front of his hip and he groaned against Jin's mouth, knowing exactly what it was. He wanted badly to let his hands slide down and palm the erection but resisted, afraid if he moved things along too quickly that Seokjin would stop kissing him.

Their lips continued to move together at a languid pace, testing each other as they took their first tastes. Namjoon chased Seokjin's tongue back into the other's mouth and let a moan slip out as Seokjin bit down lightly on the intruder before sucking lightly to sooth the nip. He retaliated, scraping his teeth and tongue along Seokjin's lower lip.  The broken mewl it brought out of Jin made Namjoon want more, to feel and taste every inch of him.

Throwing caution to the wind, Namjoon pushed his way between Jin's legs, nudging them open with a knee while he ran his hands along the shorter man's sides to his thighs, giving them a rough squeeze. He wasn't thinking, letting his instincts take control as he slid his hands up to grip the smaller man's waist. He about lost it when a roll of his hips elicited a delicious keen from Jin. Shoving his tongue into the older man's mouth, he repeated the motion more aggressively, reveling in the sounds the man under him made with each unhurried thrust. He imagined what it would be like to bury himself in the other and groaned. He could feel himself straining painfully against the front of his shorts and wished he could rip them off, especially after Jin started to lift his hips to match Namjoon's pace, increasing the friction.

Namjoon's mouth moved away from those plump lips, trailing wet kisses along Jin's jawline. He bit lightly where his jaw met his neck before moving up to run his tongue along the outer curve of his ear. Pulling back, he propped up on his forearms, looking down at the flushed face of the man under him. He rocked his hips forward again, harder, their eyes locked.  He dropped his lips to Jin's right as the older breathed out a husky, "Joonie... Please..."

A familiar jingle burst suddenly from Namjoon's back pocket, freezing both men. Reality snapped back into place like a rubber band as Namjoon's phone continued to ring. He felt the blood drain from his face, sitting up as he recognized the ringtone. With shaky hands, he avoided looking at Jin as he pulled it from his pocket and stared at the picture of Jackson that lit up the screen.

"Shit." He covered his mouth with his hand, feeling himself tremble slightly from a mixture of arousal and adrenaline. He glanced down at Jin and swallowed heavily, panic creeping up on him. The other man looked thoroughly wrecked, his hair a mess, his lips even plumper from kissing, his eyes darker than usual, dilated with lust. "Shit."

The phone went silent then, almost immediately, started ringing again. Namjoon, in his panic, wondered if he should toss it over the side of the building. He immediately dismissed that idea, realizing that was a stupid reaction.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I should go," he finally managed to gasp out as the phone started ringing for a third time, the smiling face of his husband stabbing him with a guilt so deep he could feel it in his intestines. Scrambling to his feet, Namjoon took a couple deep breaths, trying to calm the alarm that was rising in him as what he was just doing hit him full force.

Seokjin gained his feet as well, grabbing Namjoon's shoulders. "Joonie? Don't be sorry, okay? Please, don't go. We should talk about this."

Their eyes met for a moment. Namjoon felt a strong urge to stay, drawn toward the handsome man. He took half a step forward, reaching for Seokjin's cheek.

For the fourth time, his phone rang insistently, snapping him out of the trance he was falling into. "I'm sorry," he choked out, pulling away from Seokjin. "I have to go." Without another word, he hurried from the roof and into the stairwell that led down to the floor below, swiping the screen to answer Jackson's call.

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AN: Well. That was fun.