A moment passed in pure discomfort before Seokjin was pushing the younger away, making him stumble back.

Namjoon held his throbbing head with both hands, knees crashing to the floor as the world danced around him. But before he could lay flat on his back, a pair of soft arms reached under his armpits lugging him upwards.

"Namjoon! Don't faint on me. I can't carry you back, please please stay with me, stay with hyung."

The older's frantic hushed words reached his ears, body automatically obeying as he sat up straight, one hand still holding onto the pumping vein under his ear.

"Good, now come on up. Let's get you back and then tomorrow we'll take the first flight back to Incheon--"

"No." The younger countered so quickly it almost startled Seokjin, "I... Huh... I don't want to go anywhere without you."

Seokjin frowned as he saw Namjoon shaking his head to himself, eyes shut and brain completely bummed out. That shit in those sweets must've been strong, the older figured before sighing and helping him up and out of the smoke choked alley.

"What are you talking about Joon, ofcourse I'm coming with you. Do you want to leave me alone here?" The blonde chuckled slightly, glancing at the stressed out male hanging off one of his broad shoulders.

"Oh... Hmm," the other burbled, eyes scrunching endearingly, " you're rigghhtt." Seokjin chuckled some more and sighed in relief when their room came into view.

Seokjin swiped his key card, bringing the taller- slightly bulkier guy in and dropping him off at the queen sized double bed.

Namjoon groaned lowly, closing his eyes and began to slowly drift under the effect of the tranquilizer and before the elder knew, he was out.

Seokjin sighed deeply, lifting himself off the bed. His heart was still beating very fast and insides felt like clay, mind flashing the images of the younger pinning him against the wall. He recalled the force of the grip on his wrists, the touch of a foreign knee between his thighs and... that smell.

Strawberries and cigarettes.

Seokjin mentally slapped himself for letting his mind wander like that, quickly walking upto the dresser and making himself a drink.

He went for tequila as usual but double the quarter and gulped it down in seconds, nose and throat scrunching in distaste. But his mind didn't stop running, even tricking him to think more about the black haired man lying on his bed.

The sauve, urbane man with his chiseled jawline and tight lips, youthful eyes and perfect black hair swept back in a way that screamed classy.

Seokjin's cheeks heated up as he imagined the way those eyes looked into his own, with something so familiarly foreign his knees almost gave out.

He made another double and downed it quickly, before discarding his jacket and vest, leaving him in just a loose shirt and dress pants. Then he placed his palms on the dresser and shrieked silently.

What the hell was he thinking?? He was straight, right? Well wasn't he supposed to be if he married a woman and had an eighteen year old kid? Then why the hell was he so... so... attracted by a MAN? Did he just become gay for someone? All of a sudden? And it had to be him? Another married man with an eighteen year old kid? Not to mention, their kids were dating! And that man was probably homophobic! He hadn't imagined been this fucked up in his whole life.

Seokjin quickly made his third double for the night, desperate to just erase unwanted thoughts from his head, too caught up in his internal crisis to notice a figure coming up to stand right behind him.

He only noticed when that figure suddenly pressed himself flush onto his back, making him drop the glass on the dresser with a jerk.

Seokjin quickly grabbed onto its edge saving himself for bending over the splashed liquor on the table and looked back, eyes widening when they fell on the same chiseled jawline he was dreaming about.

"Na-namjoon?" He asked, voice feeble as he tried to straighten up his form only causing him to lean closer into the man's chest. That's when he noticed how close they were, bodies completely pressed together, as the younger's breath fanned the side of his face. His fade burned when he realised, his ass was touching the ravenette's clothed crotch.

Namjoon ignored the call of his name and simply lowered his head burying his face into the crook of the elder's neck, taking in his smell. Seokjin shivered as the cold nose came in contact with his hot sensitive skin, heart lurking in its cage. What the hell was happening?

Suddenly he was flipped over, coming face to face with the younger who regarded him with a hooded dark gaze.
Seokjin looked up at him with large doe eyes, suddenly feeling small as compared to him.

Namjoon leaned forward, trapping him between the dresser and himself and looked directly into his large eyes.

"Say, hyungg... Wanna have som' fun?"

Namjoon chuckled loudly as the older pushed on his chest and scrambled away from the dresser.

"Wh-what are y-you doing? Weren't you supposed to be sl-sleeping?" The blonde stuttered, confused and flushed. His skin still burned near the neck where the younger had nosed at earlier.

The ravenette's lips pulled into a lazy smirk as he blinked, his tall form swaying slightly on his feet. He was clearly still not in his senses.

"I wok' up." He replied briefly, taking a few steps towards the older who only backed up in alarm, "Why're you running from me- hyung?"

The question was meant to be innocent but at this point, Seokjin couldn't help but see him like a predator eying his prey.

"N-namjoon i think you should g-go back to sleep, There's still a lot of time left--" he stopped abruptly when he noticed Namjoon eying him from head to toe. His gaze lingered around a few areas near his chest, waist and hips before slipping lower and resting on his crotch.

"Wh-what are you looking at?" Seokjin demanded, rather tried to because he was on his own way to hell as embarrassment raked through his body. He didn't feel uncomfortable because the younger looked at him like that, rather because he was sure his body wasn't the type to actually ogle at. He was thin and aging and he didn't work out too much either.

"You." Namjoon rasped lowly, "I wanna see you."

Seokjin had to double take at that. 

"Sorry?"

Namjoon chuckled again but it looked more like a scoff before he turned serious. Eyes turning black.

"I'm asking you to strip for me."

Seokjin forgot to breath as his hazy mind slowly registered his words. A sinful, dirty command that made his stomach twist.

"S-strip? As in-- why-why would i-uh," he didn't know how to respond to that, what to respond to that.

"Why?" Namjoon repeated, taking another step and coming to stop right in front of the dainty elder. He looked down at him and smirked lightly, "because I asked you. Simple."

Seokjin's head stopped working, mind turning blank. He didn't know what to say, what to do, he knew nothing. A part of him wanted to push him away and run, another didn't want to defy his command feeling almost obliged to obey his authority. So he stood quiet, head lowered as his breathing labored.

A few seconds passed and Namjoon sighed when he saw the elder remained unresponsive. He took a few steps to the back and turned away, swaying back to the dresser.

Seokjin looked up, watching him walk away with sudden disappointment. Maybe he should have just listened. Atleast it felt like the younger wanted him as much as he did, even if neither were in their proper senses.  Now Namjoon was backing off and he couldn't undo anything.

He dropped his head again and breathed out, but found himself yelping suddenly when he felt a cool liquid splash down his chest. He looked up to see Namjoon holding an empty bottle of tequila, a smirk evident on his lips.

"Oops, my bad." The younger said, eyes gleaming with mischief. He tossed the bottle to one side and closed in on the now shivering older, "need help getting out of that?"

The blonde looked down at his spoilt, stinking shirt and bit his lips before nodding slowly. He knew what he was doing could get him in trouble but at this point, he couldn't care less.
He knew he wanted this... for a long time now infact. But then what was stopping him? Why couldn't he just give in to his desires for once? No, he had enough. Enough being a single widower for more than half of his life, a single dad who only took care of a son, a barista who took care of his cafe. For once he wanted to be selfish, he wanted to be himself. He wanted to be Seokjin.
He wanted to be the one taken care of.

Namjoon grinned, reaching to undo two of his top buttons before grabbing at the hem of his wet shirt and pulling it over his head with a quick swift motion.

The ravenette's eyes glimmered as they settled on the wide expanse of pink skin that was hiding beneath the translucent shirt. His fingers reached out to touch the supple skin of his collarbones, making Seokjin squirm and press his back against the wall. His breathing hitched when the cold fingertips slid southwards, coming to stop right above his hardened peck.

Seokjin hissed when the younger pinched his nipple, thumb playing around with the brownish skin around it.

"Don't tease," he warned the other, letting out a gasp when the younger attached his lips to his neck, kissing and sucking on the skin like there was no tomorrow.

"I.. don't know what's wrong with me but-- I don't think I'll be able to stop myself from touching you tonight."

And I don't think I want you to stop.

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