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It feels really good to run away from his life for a while. Namjoon drives in the streets as if it were the best place in the world, as if he could reach anywhere he wanted, no destiny in mind, only the feeling of liberty inside of his head.
This entire day had broken him completely. The problems at work, the situations flooding his space as the news were coming in and he needed to solve everything as the only president of the place. Then this damn fucking party they said he should throw around, looking for new partners, looking for new donations as if they weren’t dying in money already, as if they needed to beg people to be there and pay attention to them. Would they have to beg forever? Namjoon doesn’t think he can keep going this way anymore.
At some point, the streets aren’t recognizable. He loses track of time, of where he is and how to get home, but the urge to call someone to rescue him never comes.
It’s in the middle of the night, he’s probably on the other side of the city where he doesn’t know anybody, where he never comes because he’s always lost inside of this little boring world going to work and immediately going home as the good boy he should be.
The streets are dark, his car is taking a lot of attention as the place looks like the poor side of town. He doesn’t feel scared or anything like that, maybe curious for never having been there before.
He knows what happens on this side, and if people think it is not the same that happens where he lives, something that is definitely happening right now inside of the party in his house, they are very much wrong. Drugs, prostitution, drinks, this all happens on the rich side of town too, but it is more sophisticated and people always lie around and pretend they are not seeing anything. Hypocrites. All of them.
He’s about to turn on the last street in front of him when something catches his eyes. There is a boy, in front of a pole, another man in front of him. He slows down with the car, takes a better look at the picture as one of the boys is shoved back on the wall, his back bumping hardly on the surface. He loses some balance but is back up in a second.
The other man is about to shove him back again when the second man takes his hands to hold one of the hands of the other man, as the other one is holding the first man tightly in place. The first man seems mad with the situation, moving his body fast, from side to side trying to take his hands away from there. He is able to do it after a while, the second boy seems strong enough but loses his balance again and is shoved back one more time. Namjoon’s stomach sinks, he turns the car off.
The first man shoves again, the second man loses his balance as his head touches the wall in a hard way, he falls on the floor, the first man takes advantage of the situation, nobody is around to help and this could go very wrong if Namjoon doesn’t do something about it.
Before thinking too much he leaves the car, trying not to make any big noise as he closes the door slowly. There are no cars around, not a single soul to watch this situation and actually help the boy on the floor.
The first man is screaming something, the man on the floor is trying to get up again but the first man shoves him down with his foot. Namjoon closes his hands on a strong fist.
He walks closer, faster this time and when the second man is about to give a strong kick to the man on the floor, Namjoon is right there, shoving him away as strong as he can, eyes blind with anger. The first man falls on the floor, thrown back and not seeing that it was coming.
“Get the fuck out of here before I fucking kick your damn ass.” Namjoon screams, scared of his own words, his own strength as he had never done this before. He’s blind with the situation, with the man - almost a kid on the floor when he looks down and sees big doe eyes watching him back. The kid blinks, Namjoon does the same.
“Who the fuck are you man?” The first man asks as he gets up from the floor, already giving some steps back.
Namjoon can barely see as it is too dark out here, but the man is definitely high right now.
“It doesn’t matter who the fuck I am. Get away from him or I’ll fuck you up.” His voice shakes a little this time, but he hopes he’s convincing enough so the other can disappear. It seems to work.
“Fuck this.” The man swears. “Fuck you, Jeon Jungkook.” He says again, eyes now on the kid still on the floor, before he’s turning away and leaving.
Namjoon watches him walking away, eyes staring at his figure disappearing at the end of the road. Then he turns around again, the kid still on the floor in front of him. It is only when he looks up at Namjoon, seeming to realize everything is okay that the kid starts to shake.
Namjoon freezes in place, not expecting that and not really knowing what to do. The kid is shaking really bad, Namjoon realizes. Before thinking too much, he kneels down, trying to get on the same level as the other and finally gives a look to his face, looking for any bruises.
Beautiful and scared eyes watch him back, tears coming down on very well defined cheeks. The stranger is definitely pretty, delicate features but also a very strong personality behind his face. He’s biting his lips hard, probably trying to hold his cry.
“Hey.” Namjoon tries to speak calmly. “Are you okay there, um, Jungkook?”
The kid seems to pause at his name being said. He watches Namjoon, visibly shaking still, tears still coming down as he finally agrees with his head.
“Do you have somewhere you can go right now? I’m worried he will come back here if I leave.” Namjoon says, and he’s telling the truth. Even if he just met this person, he doesn’t want to know what could happen if that man comes back.
“I’m— I’m working right now.” The kid finally stutters out and Namjoon pauses.
Oh.
The stranger - Jungkook - is working right now. This can only mean one thing.
“I can see the judgment behind your face, you know.” He says again whispering, and Namjoon startles in place.
“I’m not judging you.” He answers fast. “I’m just pondering if staying here is safe enough for me to step away and let you keep going. How old are you?” He can’t help but ask.
The kid seems to be coming back from the nervousness from before. He clears the tears from his eyes, breathing in and out until his breath is finally steady again.
“It's kind of rude to ask someone’s age if you just met them.” The kid whispers the words out again, supporting his hands on the floor as he gets up. Namjoon follows behind. “I’m twenty-one though, you don’t have to worry.” He answers even though, probably understanding why Namjoon is asking.
He can’t help but sigh in relief - not a kid then.
“Are you doing okay? This was really bad.” He points out to the floor and hopes Jungkook can understand.
Jungkook frowns for a second, a small pout showing up on his lips that Namjoon can’t help but find adorable. This kid is adorable.
“I’m fine, nothing that hasn't happened before.” He says in a very light tone and Namjoon’s heart sinks inside. This seems like a normal occurrence in this kid's life.
They fall in silence after that, neither knowing what to say. Namjoon turns around, still not aware of his surroundings and he thinks about asking for some help.
“Can you tell me where we are and how to get away from here? I’m kind of lost right now.” He then comments awkwardly, hands coming to his neck in a very embarrassed move.
The other seems to watch him for a while, deciding if he’s telling or not the truth.
“I can show you around if you get me inside of your car for a moment. Aren’t you here for, you know, my job?” He questions shyly and Namjoon wonders if he’s like that with everyone.
“I’m not looking for what you do if that’s what you are asking me, but I can pay for the night if you take me away to a nice hotel room right now. I can’t get back home and I’m willing to spend the night off. You could still get the money from your night work, and I’ll feel better knowing you’re safe, even if it is just for today.” He has no idea why he says that, but still, the urge to do it is right there.
The other gets silent again, evaluating his face and actions for a moment before seeming to decide anything.
“My night is very expensive, um, sir?” He finally answers.
Namjoon smiles, amused.
“My name is Namjoon, and don’t worry, kid, I can definitely pay.”
One more second of hesitation and next thing they’re both inside of the car, and moving away to the closest hotel room in town.
Jungkook stays quiet for a while, face turned to the window as he watches the outside. Surprised eyes had stared at Namjoon when he said he could choose any hotel in the city, it doesn’t matter how much it costs.
“What happened to that man on the street, Jungkook?” Namjoon can’t help but ask, breaking the silence. The picture of Jungkook being shoved away stuck in his mind, making him angry again.
Jungkook doesn’t answer right away, and Namjoon has almost given up when he finally speaks.
“We, hm, he paid for my job some days ago, and it was, hm, good for him I think.” He swallows loudly. “He came back today, and he wanted the same thing but he didn’t want to pay me at all. He said I should do it for free because our chemistry was something like, another level or whatever he meant, I don’t know. I said no and he shoved me away, that’s it.” He shrugs as if it is no big deal.
“Does this happen a lot?” Namjoon asks again, tensing up while he waits for the answer.
“Normally when we are still inside of the room.” He answers, face still turned to the window. “They think I can do it for free, like, saying I enjoyed doing it more than they did, which is definitely not the case, I’m just good at my job. I’m strong enough to fight most of the time but today he caught me by surprise. I—“ He turns to Namjoon for a second. “Thank you for what you did there, Namjoon-ssi. He would probably have hurt me a lot if you weren’t there.”
Namjoon holds tighter to the steering wheel, face becoming hard with the idea. He knows he couldn’t protect Jungkook forever, or why he’s so worried about a kid he just met, but he can’t help himself by feeling like that with the situation.
“We are here.” Jungkook suddenly says, pointing to a big hotel through the window, with lots of lights illuminating the outside in front of them.
Namjoon parks the car and someone immediately comes to take his keys.
As they get inside, he realises they’ve got the attention around. Now, with the lights on and focused on them, he can finally give it a look to what Jungkook is wearing.
Very tight leather pants, that even molding perfectly to his well defined thighs, are still faded by the time of use, the black color disappearing and becoming lighter. He’s wearing well used black boots that come to the middle of his ankles, and a button-up shirt stuck inside of his pants showing the thin waist he has hidden out there. Most of the buttons are open right now, a good view of his exposed chest in full display so everyone can see. Namjoon blinks away, forcing himself not to stare.
Jungkook is not really naked, but everyone around here is wearing a suit, so he can imagine why the surprise. On instinct and before thinking twice, Namjoon gives a step closer, hands going up on the younger’s waist, molding perfectly as he brings him closer and plants him firmly by his side. If Jungkook feels surprised or uncomfortable with the touch, he doesn’t say anything about it.
Namjoon asks for a room, the biggest one at the top, and after questioning if Jungkook is hungry, he orders some room service to come inside so they don’t have to leave later.
Another second to pay, and they’re finally heading to their room, and even as they get inside of the elevator, with nobody around, Namjoon still keeps the hand around the younger waist, not really sure why he doesn’t want to let go.
They get inside of the big room and Jungkook pauses at the door. Namjoon watches as the younger’s eyes get wider and wider with the view in front of him.
This is a nice hotel room, he can admit, and he had never been there before. The space is big, a good living room with a nice couch and TV they can keep on if they want to later. There is a bar on the left side, lots of drinks he would need to pay later if they get something for themselves. Small side table to have their meal. The bathroom door is open as he gets inside of the big room, not really small but enough for two people to fit in the bathtub in the middle of the place. The room has a king sized bed where they could sleep together if they wanted.
Namjoon feels Jungkook behind his back, and when he turns around again, the younger is gazing around the room the same way he was doing on the outside - as if it was the best place in the world.
“Can I take a shower in the bathtub?” Is what comes from his mouth a moment later, eyes so huge and excited Namjoon can’t help but smile.
“Of course you can.” Namjoon immediately says, even when he wasn’t planning for Jungkook to stay longer.
Jungkook turns to him.
“Do you— do you wanna join me there?” He then asks shyly, and again Namjoon ponders if this is a normal occurrence with his clientes or if it is just with him.
He smiles softly at him.
“Jungkook-ssi, I’m not here for your job, I’ve said that before.” He replies, calmly.
The younger frowns at his words, pouting a little and the urge to kiss the pout away becomes something big inside of Namjoon. He clears his mind at the thought. Jungkook is not here for those things with him.
Any other day, Namjoon would probably sleep with Jungkook or something. He can’t help but pay attention to how beautiful the younger one is. It’s been so long since he has slept with someone, with no time to himself and basically turning down people that are only after his money. Today was just not a good day, it was stressful with work, he had to run away from his life and he watched a kid almost getting hurt because of his work in the middle of nowhere.
He sighs exhausted.
“Don’t you think I’m pretty enough to sleep with you?” Jungkook questions seriously, face becoming a little bit dark.
Namjoon focuses completely on him.
“You’re probably one of the prettiest people I’ve ever seen in my life, Jungkook-ssi.” He confesses, honestly, because it is the truth. “I’m just not in a good mood for anything tonight, and I didn’t bring you here for that in the first place. I told you that before.”
“Nobody ever brings me to expensive hotel rooms or motels with no intention of sex, sir.” The younger whispers in answer, the frown still on his face as if not understanding what is going on.
Namjoon smiles again.
“Let’s take this time as your first time then, okay? You can take a shower, eat whatever you want, watch TV, take a drink and sleep in bed if you want to stay for the night. What about you taking this as a day off, hm? I’m paying for everything, as a gift for what happened earlier with you. Don’t ask questions about it today, just please enjoy it.”
The younger still holds the stare for a while on Namjoon, probably pondering if he should or not say anything else back. He shrugs after a while, and rushes inside of the bathroom without any other thought.
Namjoon loosens his tie after a second, taking a whiskey in hands as he drops his body in bed and finally sighs in relief. He probably should make this a lot if he could. Run away from reality, bring Jungkook to entertain his days. The younger one seemed like he could see the world differently from Namjoon, and he loved people like that, people who valued every piece of new things happening in their life.
He takes a sip of his drink and feels his body relaxing even more.
“This is the best day of my life.” He listens to Jungkook saying, and realizes he hasn’t closed the bathroom door.
Without thinking twice, he gets up from bed and walks to the entrance where he can lean his body against the door jam and watch the person inside. He crosses his arm and smiles softly with Jungkook playing around inside of the bathtub.
There is a huge smile on his face, huge eyes unable to stop looking everywhere as if taking in whatever is happening right now. He had used a lot of foam and there is a lot coming outside but Namjoon can’t find the strength to call him out on that.
“Having fun in there?” He says, fondness behind his words.
Jungkook turns around fast, only now paying attention to the presence inside of the room.
“This is the best place in the world, Namjoon-ssi. Thank you for bringing me here.” He whispers shyly.
Namjoon loves the small shade of pink that takes the younger’s cheeks when he says the words.
“I’m older than you, sweetheart, there is no need for formalities here.” He comments, and realizes it is the truth. Jungkook could probably call him whatever he wanted, and he really wouldn’t mind that.
This seems like it takes Jungkook aback, but after one second of holding the stare on Namjoon, probably evaluating his gestures, the younger finally agrees with his head.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna join me here?” He asks again shyly, eyes not looking at Namjoon anymore.
“Are you going to give me a back massage if I do?” He laughs. “It seems like you really want me there, sweetheart.” He tries to play but Jungkook becomes serious.
The younger blinks, composure lost.
“I could do that if you want.” He says shyly again, and Namjoon’s heart gives a jump inside. This boy is really adorable. “I can give you that if you want, hyung.” He tries again and the honorific sounds nice coming from his lips.
How is this boy even working with this? He’s really so fucking cute, Namjoon can’t help but think again.
He smiles softly.
“You don’t have to do it, sweetheart. I’m fine.” He answers easily.
Jungkook watches him for a second, before shrugging again as if it is not a big deal and moves on, focusing back on the bathtub.
“Would you like something to drink? The food is probably coming soon, but we can drink something while we wait.” He comments before moving away, allowing Jungkook to have his time.
Jungkook doesn’t answer right away, and Namjoon needs to come back inside of the bathroom to check on him, but needs to stop on his tracks the second he gets inside again.
The younger one is out of the bathtub now, naked and frozen in front of Namjoon. He wasn’t expecting him to come back to the bathroom again, but this is not what catches Namjoon’s attention. The younger one is well built all over. Strong torso, defined abs, thighs that makes his mouth run dry at the sight. He can’t help himself from staring, probably the most beautiful body he ever saw in his life. One of his arms is covered with tattoos, barely any skin to be seen. He goes down again as Jungkook is not moving to cover himself, and his eyes are suddenly focusing on his cock. He never thought a cock could match someone so well but oh fuck, Jungkook probably has the prettiest cock in the world, and his eyes double in size as he sees the small dick piercing planted right there. He gasps.
Jungkook doesn’t have any plans of covering himself from the stare and as Namjoon follows back up and focuses on his face again, a small blush is planted on his cheeks but there is nothing showing the younger is feeling uncomfortable with the situation. Namjoon’s cock gives a small throb inside of his pants at the view, but he decides to not pay attention.
He clears his throat.
“Are you done yet?” His voice comes rougher than he intended, but he can’t help with that, Jungkook is a fucking vision. “You can stay in the bathtub as long as you want.”
“I’m hungry, hyung.” Jungkook answers easily, and Namjoon realizes he’s staring down again.
“Hm, right.” He clears his throat again and focuses back on the younger’s face.
“Are you hungry too, hyung?” He questions a moment later, and Namjoon doesn’t miss the suggestion behind the words.
It really takes all of him to not give right up and take Jungkook for what he’s implying, but he holds back again. He’s not there for this reason today, and he only wants to take care of him.
He smiles.
“I’m fine, Jungkook.”
The younger’s face keeps the same, small challenge behind his words.
“Do you mind if I stay like this while we eat? I mean, with a robe or something. My clothes are very uncomfortable.” He moves one step closer.
Namjoon looks down again, he can’t help, Jungkook is really a vision, and he can’t take his eyes away.
“You can do whatever you want, sweetheart. I’ll be waiting for you in the living room.” He forces himself to look up, and turns around to leave, not missing the small “I’ll remember that for later.” coming from the younger one before he steps out of the bathroom.
He sits down on the couch with the food in front of him, not really in the mood to get up and move to the table. Jungkook joins him a second later, only a robe covering his body as he said and drops himself by his side.
To say the younger is enthusiastic with the food is an underestimate, he eats as if it was the best meal in the world, and as Namjoon doesn’t feel particularly hungry right now, he leaves a good part only for him. He drinks his whiskey calmly, watching as Jungkook devours the food in front of him, a small glass of champagne he wanted to try later in hands.
Namjoon is not really interested in watching TV either, so when the younger questions if he can choose a channel himself, Namjoon is more than happy to allow it.
They find a comfortable silence to stay in, only the small sound of the TV playing in the room. Jungkook is lying on the floor, eating the strawberries and chocolate he wanted to order to eat after dinner.
His phone floods with messages he has no intention to answer, so he turns off and forgets about the world behind his back, the life he needs to take care of soon. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he will be back to this life.
A while passes with them still there, Namjoon wants to change his clothes so he whispers he’s going to take a shower to Jungkook, and leaves when the younger barely pays him attention besides a small ‘kay’ thrown his way, eyes completely focused on the TV.
He closes the door, turns the shower on and sighs in relief when the hot water runs on his back and takes a big part of his tension away. He breathes in and out calmly, and thinks about the turn of events that happened that day.
In which world would he imagine coming back to a hotel room with a stranger he met in the middle of nowhere, a stranger he saved earlier, in a way he never thought he was capable of doing. Namjoon is not an aggressive person at all, and the idea of fighting someone has always despised him in some way. But that night, when he saw Jungkook almost getting hurt in front of him, he got blind with anger and the instinct to protect, and later, when he looked down and found scared doe eyes watching him back, he felt the urge to take Jungkook home and protect him forever.
Maybe he’s out of his mind.
It takes a while for him to leave the bathroom, opting for staying only in boxers as it is the only comfortable thing he has with him as they never planned to be there in the first place. He knows he looks good, his body well built with the hours he spends at the gym and works out to save his mind, but even though he can’t help but feel a little bit shy when he steps outside, ready to meet Jungkook again.
The younger one is still on the floor, arms planted firmly to hold his body up as he leans down on his belly completely entranced with whatever he’s watching right now.
Namjoon steps inside and Jungkook blinks in place, slowly moving his face away from the TV when another person catches his attention. Namjoon needs to pause with the stare, Jungkook following up and down on his body, and the urge to cover himself almost comes except for the look behind Jungkook’s eyes. One second Jungkook has an innocent expression and the next one something dark appears behind his face, a sparkle he can’t explain, but makes him shiver all over.
Namjoon stands in place, as if stuck there with the stare holding his body. He knows he is attractive, but nobody has ever watched him this way.
The silence takes the place.
Namjoon then clears his throat breaking the spell, and moves away to sit on the couch, Jungkook’s eyes still following him around.
“Did you— did you eat enough, Jungkook? We can order anything else if you want.” He stutters the words out as he moves away.
He sits down, comfortably opening his legs to stare at the younger in front of him, and realises Jungkook has also turned, now with his body up in a sitting position, arms thrown back to support his figure while he watches Namjoon in place.
Namjoon can’t help but notice the exposed chest in front of him, the robe not doing a good job to cover Jungkook’s body at all.
“I think I’m hungry for another thing, hyung.” The answer is shared a moment later, voice low and shy as Jungkook’s eyes go down on Namjoon and settle between his legs, a very explicit implication behind his words.
Namjoon gulps dryly, cock coming to life at those words, at the attention and the very explicit desire for this boy he had just met. He went there with only the intention to protect Jungkook from the outside world, no plans in mind of doing this kind of thing. Jungkook worked with this, and it was probably a common thing to happen in his life. Is he doing it because of that? Because he feels like he owes Namjoon something? His stomach drops at the idea for some reason.
“You don’t have to say those things to me, Jungkook.” He comments kindly, hoping he won’t offend the younger again, and only reassure him with the words.
Jungkook frowns in front of him.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“That you don’t have to say anything or do anything if you think you owe me something, sweetheart. I’m not asking anything from you because of what I did.” He keeps the tone calm.
Jungkook listens to the words, not saying a word for a while, staring directly at Namjoon’s eyes before finally answering.
“Do you think I’m saying this because you paid me for it?” His voice is also calm, but his tone becomes serious this time.
Namjoon doesn’t answer.
“Have you considered the fact that, maybe.” The voice comes low this time, Jungkook moving in place and coming closer to place himself between Namjoon’s thighs. “Maybe I have my own desires. Maybe I have the things I want to do myself? Have you, hyung?”
Namjoon has no idea about what to say, looking down without blinking, entranced with the power Jungkook already holds on him. He could watch Jungkook forever, never getting tired of what he does, even the simple movements, even with him just being there.
“What— what do you want, Jungkook?” He finds the words to ask, and holds his breath as he waits for the answer.
Another minute of silence passes before the younger answers, but instead of answering the question with words, he moves forward again, planting himself in front of Namjoon completely, his opened legs a good place for him to settle between. Namjoon gulps down again, mouth running dry.
Still holding the stare, Jungkook kneels in place, hands planting softly on Namjoon's thighs and he shivers at the touch, warm hands bringing goosebumps all over his body.
He gulps down loudly, throat completely dry at the vision in front of him, because this is what Jungkook is. The prettiest vision he has ever seen in his life. He can’t believe he’s real.
“Tell me to stop and I will.” The younger one whispers seriously, eyes completely locked on Namjoon’s. “Tell me you don’t want this too and I’ll stop right now, Namjoon.”
Namjoon doesn’t say a word, almost whimpering as he hears his name coming from Jungkook’s lips like this, and this seems like it is all it takes for Jungkook to finally start moving.
His hands move up in a slow motion, deliciously slow all over his naked thighs. He doesn’t touch him all over, he feels his legs, every piece of it as if he couldn’t take enough from Namjoon.
He’s not hard yet but his cock is definitely enjoying the attention, throbbing inside of his boxers, almost begging Jungkook to be touched.
It seems like his mind completely blanks when Jungkook moves even more, touching the divisions of his body under his boxers. One finger touching teasingly on his length, a mere touch, but enough to make Namjoon hold his breath, to completely forget why he shouldn’t be doing that in the first place, because he shouldn’t.
Jungkook watches him, eyes huge and so expressive, ready to take Namjoon’s reactions all in, ready to pleasure him in the best way possible, but there is more to what Jungkook is doing right now. The younger one doesn't feel like he’s touching Namjoon because Namjoon asked him to do it, he’s touching Namjoon because he wants to do that.
Namjoon holds his breath again when Jungkook’s finger touches his extension, nails digging softly on his skin and suddenly his boxers are a bother, suddenly the small touch is not enough. He craves Jungkook’s touch.
He won’t ask to be touched though, he won’t ask for anything at all and only allow Jungkook to do whatever he wants because even though they just met, Namjoon is pretty sure he would let the younger do whatever he wants to him.
Jungkook doesn’t seem far behind on his feelings, as one second he’s patiently touching under the fabric and the next one he’s staring at Namjoon hungrily in the eyes before bringing the boxers down in a very fast move.
Namjoon is still not completely hard but as his cock finally springs free, leaking a little at the tip, it is very clear he’s definitely interested in what is going on, and if he said he wasn’t there for this before, he’s definitely into this right now.
“You’re big, hyung.” Jungkook whispers, as he stares at his length hungryly, fingers still slowly going up and down as if exploring every piece, as if taking everything in. Jungkook’s licks his lips and Namjoon’s cock pulses at the attention.
Namjoon doesn’t find the strength to say a word, pretty sure he would whine, beg or cry if he ever attempted to say something.
“Can I touch it?” Jungkook asks even though it is very clear there is nothing Namjoon wants more than that. “Namjoon hyung?” Jungkook insists when he doesn’t say anything in answer.
Time seems to stop around both of them, just Jungkook and what is happening right now being important. He wants to beg to be touched, his cock, his reactions, everything is screaming for him to keep going, but Namjoon is better than that, and even when Jungkook said he wanted to do this himself, even when it is clear he wants to do this himself, Namjoon can’t make his mind to believe, so this is why he answers.
“I don’t think this is a good idea, Jungkook.” He finds the strength inside of himself to say, because this really takes all of his energy.
A pause, one more second of silence, and suddenly the spell is broken.
Jungkook abruptly pulls away and gets up from the floor in a fast movement, and Namjoon can’t help but see that the younger one is also aroused. He swallows at the view.
“You say we shouldn’t do this but it is very clear to me that you want that.” Jungkook dares, voice hard but face broken, unable to hide, very clearly looking at Namjoon’s now hard cock.
Namjoon closes his eyes tight for a moment.
“I never said I don’t want this, Jungkook, but we didn’t come here for you to do your job, and I don’t want to take advantage.” He opens his eyes again to say.
“I’m not doing my job.” Jungkook snaps before Namjoon can keep going. “For once I wanted to do this for myself, but whatever. I’m going to sleep.” And before Namjoon can say anything else Jungkook is out of sight and inside of the room.
Namjoon pulls himself back inside of his boxers, a frustrating sigh escaping his lips at the situation. He knew it was bad, and he probably hurt Jungkook’s feelings even though it wasn’t his intention. Jungkook wanted this, Namjoon knows, but he couldn’t help but think this was also because he wanted to pay Namjoon back, and that he was taking advantage of the situation. He is there to protect Jungkook, and this is all he should do.
Should he apologize to the younger one or just let this go?
When he finally finds the courage to leave the couch it's already later, some time has passed, and as he steps inside of the room Jungkook is curled up in bed, still only on his robe, a small blanket barely covering his body. Namjoon walks closer and brings the fabric up.
He looks so young this way, so innocent and adorable that Namjoon feels the urge to keep him inside forever, to protect him from the world. He probably should stop thinking like that, Jungkook definitely knows how to protect himself and this is his job. The fights are definitely not something he should have to handle in his daily life but still, still Namjoon can’t help with everything. This is not his job. He had just met him.
Even though, when he’s back on the couch that night, an idea floods his mind all over and he can’t fall asleep at all while he thinks about what to do.
The next day. The next day he would do something, even if Jungkook ends up rejecting him at the end. He needed to try.
He couldn't sleep at all that night, the vision of Jungkook’s hurt eyes even when he did his best to hide when Namjoon said it wasn’t a good idea for them to be together still stuck in his mind, not allowing the sleep to come.
He stays on the couch, pondering if his idea is good or not and the urge to give up never comes so he gets up early, orders room service with delicious things he imagines Jungkook would like to eat, and gets inside of the room to put his pants back on while he waits for the younger to finally wake up.
Jungkook is peacefully sleeping in bed, too big to be alone on one side, curled up and even when Namjoon knows Jungkook isn’t small, his figure gives this appearance to him. The strong urge to take care of the younger is always there.
He leaves the room and takes a cup of coffee in hands, sitting comfortably on the side table with a big amount of food in front of him. He’s not exactly hungry right now, not with the anxiety inside of his heart before really talking to Jungkook and telling him what he wants. Would Jungkook even listen to him in the first place?
It is not much later when the younger finally leaves the room, hair all over the place, hands brushing his eyes softly to take the sleep away. Namjoon catches himself staring again, at how soft Jungkook is, how small he looks right there. He’s only wearing the robe from the day before but this time, even with his exposed chest, he looks nothing but soft and adorable.
Jungkook blinks his eyes, probably trying to get used to the morning light, and as he finally focuses on Namjoon on the table, his face hardens in a second and the blank mask from the night before is back in place.
He stands in place, not saying a word while they stare at each other. Namjoon is ready to apologize for everything and make his offer while the younger guards himself, but he opts for something else first.
“Would you— would you like to eat something?” Namjoon tries calmly, clearing his throat as he stutters the words out.
Jungkook doesn’t answer his question, but after one second of holding back, he moves around and takes the place in front of Namjoon on the table.
He keeps his eyes low, not staring at Namjoon while he takes the food he wants and starts to eat without further notice.
“Hm, do you— I have something, hm, something I would like to discuss with you.” He tries again. Jungkook finally looks up. “But before that, I wanted to, I want to apologize for what happened yesterday. As much as I thought I was doing the right thing in there, I should keep in mind you have your own desires and things you can decide. I just—“ He sighs. “I just didn’t want to take advantage, Jungkook, and I really thought I was doing that.” There is a plea in his voice. He hopes Jungkook can see that.
Jungkook doesn’t answer.
“Are you mad at me?” His voice comes lower than he intended this time.
Jungkook picks a fruit in front of him.
“Just embarrassed I think.” His voice also comes out in a whisper when he answers and Namjoon’s heart sinks inside.
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Jungkook.” He answers fast, reassuring the younger.
This time Jungkook laughs, but there is nothing funny behind the sound.
“I had your cock in my hands, Namjoon-ssi. I was ready to go down on you. I thought you wanted me back and still you pushed me away. Yeah, I do have something to be embarrassed about. That was humiliating.”
Namjoon’s heart beats fast at the words, and he can’t help but feel bad when the formalities are back as Jungkook keeps going. This is all his fault in the first place.
“Jungkook, please this is not—“ He tries again but the younger cuts off.
“What would you like to talk about with me, Namjoon-ssi? I want to go home as soon as possible.” His voice comes out harder this time, eyes staring directly at Namjoon.
Namjoon swallows, breathing in and out hard before saying anything. It is now or never. He won’t have another chance.
“I would like to know if I can have you for the entire month in any way. In my house, actually.” He explains fast. “We can’t, hm.” He plays nervously with his neck. “We can’t stay here at this hotel room for an entire month, even if I wanted to. I would love to stay away from my life for a while, but this is not something I can really have right now so, hm, would you like it? To spend the month with me? I’ll pay.” He rushes the last words out and bites his lips nervously and patiently waits as Jungkook takes the words in. He hopes he could deliver the right message right now.
This seems like it has taken the younger by surprise, his eyes are huge, mouth open without saying a word, a confused look behind his face, definitely not understanding what is going on. Namjoon doesn’t know either if he’s honest with himself, and he can probably understand why Jungkook would feel confused right now. He didn’t want him the day before. Why would he want him for an entire month now?
It takes a while for Jungkook to recover, but Namjoon waits in silence, ready for whatever is about to come.
“Why?” Is what comes from the younger’s mouth some time later instead of answering his question.
“Why?” Namjoon questions back.
“Why would you want me with you for an entire month when you clearly have no desire for my work and what I do. What would you pay me for?”
“For your company.” Namjoon says without thinking too much. This is all he wants from the younger anyways.
Jungkook pauses. He laughs.
“Are you saying you want to pay for me to stay an entire month in your house, keeping you company and with no sex involved this entire time? Is that what you’re trying to say to me, Namjoon-ssi?” There is disbelief behind the words.
Namjoon ponders what to say. He decides it’s time to be honest.
“For some people, me in this case, the privilege of having some company with no intentions of getting something back is very rare, Jungkook. I know what you work for, and I know what you are expecting from me if I bring you there. Nothing. This is not you coming to me for some kind of pay back. I already know what you want.” He feels surprised for being so honest this easily, but can’t regret it at all.
Jungkook takes the words in.
“This is not some kind of pity party, right? Like you taking care of me because you think I’m a poor soul who needs to be rescued. I can take care of myself and as much as I think you won’t believe, my work pays me enough to take care of myself and live my life. I don’t need all your money. You know that, right?” Jungkook dares.
It’s Namjoon’s time to hold back the laugh. Yeah, he sure wants to protect Jungkook for as long as he can but even though this act, what he is offering right now is nothing more than him being selfish. He needs some company, and Jungkook would be a very pleasant one. He has no idea why, but he can’t let go of the younger one, even if they had just met.
“I know that, Jungkook.” He answers seriously and hopes Jungkook can see behind his words. “I want you to be there with me. Just for company, nothing else.” He concludes.
They get in silence.
“This would cost a lot. It is an entire month.” Jungkook says.
It is not a no.
Namjoon holds back a smile.
“I can pay.” He replies easily.
“And you don’t want anything sexual from me? Just my company? Just me being there by your side whenever you need me?”
Namjoon hesitates.
“I just want you there.” He answers, but not so sure anymore.
Another moment of silence.
“What about what I want?” Jungkook questions then, eyes daring.
Namjoon swallows.
“What do you want, Jungkook?” He tries.
Another moment of silence. Jungkook smiles.
“This, Namjoon-ssi. You will have to wait to see.”
And this is how their arrangement finally starts.
Living with Jungkook ends up being much easier than he thought.
They left the hotel room that afternoon. Packing their things and heading to Jungkook’s house, eyes still follow them both as they step outside, but this time Jungkook doesn’t allow Namjoon to hold his waist.
Jungkook gets inside of his place, denying Namjoon’s offer to help him to bring his things down, promising he would be out in a second.
Namjoon pays attention to the building in front of him, still in the same district as the first place Namjoon saw Jungkook for the first time. The place is old, it needs a better painting outside and it is completely different from Namjoon’s own apartment. He hopes his place will be back to normal and clean as they get back there. The parties at his house are always ending up too late and he needs to stay in his room as his people take their time to clean.
As he stays alone in his car, he ponders whether asking Jungkook to join him for a month was a good idea. Why would he do that? He’s definitely out of his mind.
The younger has his life, a life Namjoon has no idea about. If he chose this job, if he does what he does is because he wants to, and unless Jungkook himself says something that shows he wants to be out of this, Namjoon needs to stay in his own business.
He also needs to stop deciding for Jungkook whatever he wants. He can’t commit the same mistake again as he saw what happened in the hotel room. He’s not bringing Jungkook home for his work, at least not the sex part. Namjoon knew little about the kind of work the younger did, but what he did know was that most cases had sex involved, and Jungkook was very explicit to share his own job normally ended up like that.
He would spend a month with this boy, keep an eye on him, but also take the best of this all. Not being alone for once, not having someone around him asking for him to do something, some work that would make him exhausted. Not having someone there with the need to suck his ass to get something back. Not flirting with him because they want something. Maybe this was one of the reasons why Namjoon couldn’t believe Jungkook wanted him for real and not just for work. He’s so used to people wanting something from him that when this happened, he was not able to handle it, and this resulted in a bad mood around both of them. Jungkook still didn’t look him in the eye, and the formalities were still in the tip of his tongue. Namjoon wanted to change that, and he would.
The door opening by his side brings him back to life. He watches as Jungkook places a small old bag in the background seat, and closes the door right away to get back inside and sit by Namjoon’s side again.
“Is everything ready to go?” Namjoon questions as he turns the car on.
“When will you pay me?” Jungkook questions himself and Namjoon looks sideways to watch his face.
“Don’t you trust me to pay you when this month is over?”
“What if you give up in the middle and decide you don’t want to pay for my work?” Jungkook comments as if it is a daily occurrence and Namjoon wonders if this happens a lot in his work.
“I would still pay for your work even if I give up with our agreement.” Namjoon assures him. “But I don’t mind paying beforehand if this is what you want, Jungkook.”
The younger one doesn't answer for a while.
“What if I decide I want to give up in the middle?” The question comes a while later, almost a whisper that Namjoon can only hear because they’re alone inside.
Namjoon pauses at the question.
“I still would want you to have the money.” He looks sideways again. “You’re worth every second of being together, Jungkook, please never doubt that.” Then he focuses back to the road and the silence settles deep inside of the car.
Nobody says a word for the rest of their ride.
Namjoon lives in one of the most expensive buildings in Seoul. A nice view of the big city that can be watched by the big window on the side of his living room. Two floors, two bathrooms, a big kitchen, big living room, and three other rooms that are never used by people as Namjoon never invites anyone to stay at his house. His best friend Min Yoongi is the only person who ever shows up, very much accompanied by his husband Taehyung and they never stay for the night when they visit.
Jungkook stares stunned as he gets inside, mouth dropping open as he plants his bag on the floor and Namjoon realizes he didn’t bring much to stay. He could use some of Namjoon’s clothes if he wanted.
“I can give you a tour if you want but there isn’t much to see here.” He comments as he steps in and catches Jungkook’s bags in hand. “There isn’t much to see anyways and we will always be alone in the house. Someone always comes on Thursdays to clean, so don’t be surprised to find people here if you ever wake up when I’m not home.”
“Where would you be then?” Jungkook asks curiously, eyes still scanning around.
“At work.” He answers simply. Jungkook looks at him. “I won’t bring you to work most days. It is very boring and you wouldn’t have anything to do. You can stay in the house without me, order food or eat whatever you want when I’m not here. I’ll give you a credit card for that.” He answers before Jungkook can even question. “But when I get home at night, after I shower and finally take the tension away from my days, I would really want to have you with me and this is what I planned for. Is that okay?”
Jungkook takes the words in.
“What do we do then?”
Good question, Namjoon thinks.
“I don’t know, Jungkook. Maybe we can watch a movie? I just want you to be around me whenever you can. Just be there and do nothing. You can read a book, listen to some music, I don’t care. Just be there for me. Please.” He finds himself saying honestly.
Jungkook agrees with his head, eyes still watching him.
“Won’t you come home to have lunch with me? I thought we should spend the entire day together?”
The question makes Namjoon’s heart speeds. It does seem a lot like Jungkook wants to be around him, but he decides to ignore the feeling. This is probably not the case.
“Most of my days are very busy and I won’t have the time. Don’t worry about it though. You can be with me when I’m here. The other part of my days, you can do whatever you want.”
“Do you also have a bathtub?” The question is so spontaneous and exciting, Namjoon can’t help but smile.
“Yeah, Jungkook, inside of my room. You can use it whenever you want.”
Jungkook agrees with his head.
“Where am I going to sleep then?”
And with that, Jungkook is finally inside of his life.