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This was going splendidly, Seokjin thought as the bartender finally seemed to remember him and his order of a fruity, flirty and most importantly, ice cold cocktail. He wasn’t normally this big of a gay stereotype, he wasn’t intentionally downing strawberry daiquiri after strawberry daiquiri.
It was just so damn, hot. It was all for the better though. Apparently. As per Jung Hoseok anyway. He was better off here, in a sweltering, crammed, funny smelling beach-side bar in Phuket than he would be crying, sobbing and eating his weight in gummy candies at home in Seoul.
As per Jung Hoseok anyway.
Seokjin drank half of his fourth (fifth?) strawberry daiquiri before deciding he really should have not bothered with this evening. Just because his friends had packed him up and shipped him off on a forceful vacation didn’t mean he had to vacation. He had his laptop with him in his hotel room. Where there was air conditioning.
Seokjin stuck the straw of his drink, red like the sweet and sour monstrosity, between his red tinted lips and opened his camera up in selfie mode. He’ll send some evidence of himself being outdoors to his friends, to keep them off his back until tomorrow, and bounce.
But like things had taken to turning out these days, not his way that is, while he was in the process of making an exaggeratedly cute pose, straw still clamped between his lips, a body (warm, so fucking warm, everything was so hot god fucking damnit) slid in next to him at the already super crowded bar.
Which would have been fine. Except the person who’d slipped in decided for some reason to turn Seokjin’s way. And he so happened to be Korean. Maybe the only Korean person in the entirety of this Thai bar at present. They just stared at each other for a moment, the (handsome, holy shit) stranger also taken aback at running into a fellow country man in this trashy bar all the way in Thailand.
“You’re against the light.” The stranger recovered first, while Seokjin was still busy contemplating whether or not he had blushed the exact shade of red his drink was.
“Huh?” The straw slunk shamefully back into his glass as Seokjin finally let it go. The stranger smiled, amusement dancing in his eyes. Great. Just what he needed. Hot men making fun of him, in Thailand. Seemed to be a universal affliction.
Seokjin clocked the stranger’s hand creep up near him but before he could shriek or jump off the stool he had fought so hard to snag, the stranger’s hand was on it. He swivelled Seokjin around, so that he was faced away from the bar. And towards the beach. And the sun, oh right.
“Uhh thanks?” Seokjin said, wondering how on earth was he supposed to take a picture with this dude leering at him. Okay well, he wasn’t leering. Just fondly surveying. Seokjin really should not have exited his hotel room the day he landed, he was unprepared for human interaction. All that time practising English on the plane to only be met with a handsome, teasing Korean. When exactly was it going to be Seokjin’s turn to catch a fucking break?
The guy did eventually turn away, courtesy of the overworked, harassed looking bartender finally giving him some attention. Seokjin heard him order a whiskey sour, in crisp fluent English as he quickly took a picture, not even bothering to see how it turned out. It was proof enough that he had exited his room. Would have to do.
Seokjin would have bolted right there and then, had he not still had half a strawberry daiquiri to slurp. He had paid for it, no way was a (tall) and handsome Korean stranger patiently waiting for his whiskey sour going to make him abandon it. But it was admittedly better to slurp while facing the views he had been marooned for.
“Have you just arrived in Phuket?” Why on earth was the stud making small talk with him? This was against their culture. Asians didn’t believe in small talk. This was a slight on their ancestors!
“Are you talking to me?” Seokjin swivelled half way through, only to glance at the man before facing the sun again.
“Who else would I be speaking to in Korean?” Okay this guy was having too much fun. Seokjin spun around fully, catching himself on the bar with his free hand. Mr. Tall and Handsome was leaning against the same bar, hip against its gross wooden edge.
“It’s creepy to keep tabs on every Korean arriving at a tourist destination.” Seokjin replied as haughtily as possible in the face of beautiful sharp eyes, high cheekbones and perfect shiny black hair. The man, whose drink had just been placed next to his hip on the counter, sadly did not look phased at all.
“I don’t keep tabs on every Korean. Only the pretty ones.”
Wow. Just. Splendid.
Seokjin did not fight the urge to roll his eyes. Annoyingly enough, the stranger did not seem miffed. He just laughed, sipping on his whiskey. Like he had known the line was bad but had gone through with it anyway. Seokjin did not care for his strawberry disaster of a cocktail anymore. Today was officially over.
“Hope that works on the next guy.” Seokjin said, placing his three quarters empty glass on the bar before he slid off the stool and set out towards his hotel suite.
********
Hot Korean Guy loved to run. Voluntarily, at ungodly hours of the morning. Seokjin knew this because he was a genius who had cracked the vacation code. He stayed holed up in his room at normal humane waking hours, eating, gaming, watching anime and dramas. Sometimes he napped, sometimes he called home. Most days he stayed up until sunrise and only when the skies began to lighten up outside his window he would venture out.
The beach was always blessedly empty, it was not yet unbearably hot and Seokjin could actually take in the views without getting anxious or sunburnt.
The only downside was that around sunrise was also when Hot Korean Guy liked to run along the beach. In his stupid tank tops and tiny, minuscule, non-existent little shorts. What was a man supposed to do, not stare at those thighs?
Seokjin thought he was being pretty chill, doing a good job of hiding his ogling behind the ridiculously large sunglasses he wore, for two days straight. Until one morning on the Tuesday of his week in Thailand. On his run back towards the hotel, Hot Korean Guy stopped right by Seokjin’s lounge chair. Panting and sweaty. Glistening in the early morning sunshine. Seokjin’s stomach did a somersault, only to then do a backflip when Hot Korean Guy took the lounge chair beside Seokjin’s. He reached into the black gym bag lying there, which Seokjin had assumed someone had just forgotten yesterday, and took out a water bottle.
“Do you like lobster?”
The question didn’t register in Seokjin’s brain for more than a few moments. Because, you see, Hot Korean Guy had tipped his thick, veiny, sweaty neck back and poured mouthfuls of water down his throat, just prior to speaking.
The veins under his gorgeous honey tanned skin contracted and relaxed as the water made its way down. Numerous little rivers ran down the skin, disappearing under the hem of the skimpy blue tank top.
“Umm…” Seokjin jerked his gaze back up, cheeks aflame, molten lava running down his throat and pooling at his stomach. It was a weird, weird feeling.
“Sorry,” Seokjin cleared his throat, looking the man in his eyes and refusing to cower when faced with his knowing smirk. Hot Korean Guy knew he was hot. Big deal. Seokjin knew he was hot too.
They were both hot. They should do something about that. Wait, what?
“Lobster did you say?” He soldiered on, hoping his face was the picture of innocent curiosity, not horny foolishness.
Hot Korean Guy nodded. “I’m here with two of my friends, it’s one of their bachelor trip,” His voice was so deep. As deep as Seokjin could probably take his di- Oh, come on. “We’re going out for a lobster dinner today. Would you want to join?”
Seokjin was surprised at the invitation. They didn’t even know each other’s names. All they had was one failed attempt at flirting and two days of existing on a beach at the same time.
But Seokjin absolutely loved lobster.
“Your friends are Korean?” Seokjin asked. He knew Hot Korean Guy could speak English. Crisp, sexy, authoritative. Ugh. Maybe he was here with foreigner friends. But the Guy nodded. His smirk had gone, replaced with a very…nice smile. A kind one, reaching his eyes.
They were absolutely strangers, but this invitation seemed to be a genuine one.
“I would like to eat lobster,” Seokjin heard himself say, like an out of body experience. Jung Hoseok would be proud of him. Min Yoongi, would faint. Hot Korean Guy, just smiled wider. He got cute little dimples on both cheeks. Damn.
“Okay then. 8 o clock, hotel lobby please,” He instructed and then got up, swung his bag onto his shoulder and started sauntering off. Seokjin sat there for a moment, and then it occurred to him: how did Hot Korean Guy know they were in the same hotel?
********
Seokjin’s had approximately three meltdowns by the time eight o clock rolls around.
First was when he went back to his hotel room after the confusing Hot Korean Guy encounter and found that he could not sleep for the life of him. He had been awake all night, to catch the sunrise at the beach, and every time he closed his eyes to sleep all he could see was sweat. Running down Hot Korean Guy’s neck, down his chest, glistening on his forehead.
Was this a new kink? Was this any age to be discovering a new kink? Was it, Seokjin?
Sleep came to him well into the morning, which meant he woke up around four in the afternoon, sleep schedule absolutely fucked. He called Jung Hoseok while eating his breakfast and having meltdown number two, because this was all his fault anyway.
As expected, Hoseok was delighted at this turn of events. “Damn hyung, look at you being a hunk magnet,” He chirped, as beside him his boyfriend made a grim face.
“What if they kidnap hyung?” Was Min Yoongi’s very important question. Seokjin hadn’t even thought of that. Hoseok was quick to point out that Seokjin was not a teenager. He was a tall, strong, smart, fully grown man.
“But there will be three of them,” Yoongi countered.
“Hyung go buy yourself a taser or a pepper spray,” Hoseok relented, coming up with an easy solution. “Do whatever you have to do, but do not cancel,” He warned as they were saying goodbye. Seokjin promised not to, like a liar.
Meltdown number three was about what the fuck he was going to wear. Seokjin hadn’t been on a date in five years. A date with someone new anyway. The dates he had gone on, he didn’t want to think about. Hoseok had made him pack a variety of ‘party’ outfits. Which version of Seokjin that man saw going out to parties and clubs, Seokjin could not fathom.
But he had a collection to choose from, and thirty minutes to do it. Normally, Seokjin would choose a light linen button down, seeing as it was so fucking hot and button downs looked good on him. But that was the safe option.
“You’re already doing something insane Seokjin-ah, going to dinner with three strangers,” Seokjin mumbled to himself and picked up one outfit he had never seen before. It was a cream colored silk suit with a red dress shirt to go under it. Seokjin never wore red. “Might as well dress the part,” He nodded to himself and took the outfit into the shower.
********
It wasn’t hard to spot Hot Korean Guy getting off the elevator. Mainly because Seokjin had been on time, which was ten minutes ago. Ten whole minutes of wondering if Hot Korean Guy was actually Hot Korean Asshole who had pranked him into dressing up like a Korean drug lord and standing in the hotel lobby.
The drug lord outfit made him recognisable too apparently because Hot Korean Guy saw him within seconds and hurried to him. Two Korean men followed him. So that part hadn’t been a lie. Thank fuck.
Seokjin studied Hot Korean Guy as he approached. He was dressed in a black shirt and pants, with a jacket on top that was also black but had red stones running through the front in a bold swipe and then beads hung off the jacket’s left arm. It was pretty damn chic. He’d styled his hair off his forehead and his eyes, although smiling at Seokjin even from afar, looked even more striking with no hair obstructing them.
Seokjin felt the flight instinct in him flare up as the trio approached. His normally high confidence in his appearance was already not working because he was in this outfit that felt alien on his body. He’d sent a picture to his friends once he got dressed and Hoseok had sent so many replies so fast, Seokjin’s phone had vibrated itself off the nightstand. Seokjin related. He too wanted to fall off a great height and be done with it.
At least Seokjin wasn’t overdressed. All three men seemed to be in trousers and jackets, so they were dining at a nice-ish place at least.
“Sorry we’re late,” Hot Korean Guy said as they finally got to him. His companions were both shorter than him, but one not by much. The youngest looking of the three gawked at Seokjin.
“Woah hyung. You didn’t say the sad guy from the beach is also hot as fuck,” Both of the kid’s (Seokjin was sure this was a child. Was he even allowed to drink? Was Seokjin going to party with a minor??) feet got stomped on from either side of him.
“I’m Kim Taehyung,” The other Tall One extended a hand quickly, and Seokjin shook it, mind racing. Sad guy from the beach huh? So he really did look as pitiful as he felt. That tracked. “It’s my bachelor trip. I’m getting married to the love of my life.”
The man was absolutely beaming. Seokjin couldn’t help but smile too. Kim Taehyung had an infectious energy and a lovely smile.
“Congratulations. I’m Kim Seokjin,” Seokjin replied, and looked expectantly at the other two. Hot Korean Guy spoke first.
“Kim Namjoon,” He said with a smile. And then pinched the kid next to him. “And this human disaster is Jeon Jungkook.” Seokjin laughed at the affronted look the kid gave them as Kim Taehyung began leading them out of the lobby.
********
The car they got into was provided by the hotel, which was the only reason Seokjin released his grip on the handkerchief covered blade in his pocket. Being murdered in some shady alleyway in Thailand just because he was thinking with his dick and accepting invitations was not how Seokjin was gonna go. Uh-uh.
Kim Namjoon chose to sit at the front with the driver, which was just as well. Seokjin was already out with the man’s friends for a random dinner because he was hot and looked sexy when running.
Seokjin didn’t even want to think what he was capable of doing if stuck in a crowded sedan backseat with him. Probably jump his bones.
The groom-to-be was as talkative as the rest of the car was silent. By the time they got to the restaurant, Seokjin knew how long he had been with his fiancé (five years), who proposed (Jimin, the fiancé, had), how long their trip was (as long as Seokjin’s was) and that it was their last night in Phuket.
“Where are you going after this?” Seokjin asked conversationally, because there was no way he was offering any information about himself to this overeager, overgrown, excitable teenager (he was 28 years old). Better to keep him talking about himself.
“Koh Samui,” Taehyung chirped happily. “We are going to go diving and swim with the turtles.”
“I should’ve known there would be turtle stuff,” The Kid, Jungkook, said. It was the first time he was speaking since they got going. “Namjoon hyung did plan the trip after all,” He leaned into Seokjin a little, just to cheese at the rear view mirror.
Seokjin heard the deep rumbling chuckle from the front seat and looked ahead. His breath got caught in his throat a little as the piercing eyes looked back at him through the mirror. Namjoon was leaning his elbow on the car’s window, closed fist against his temple.
He had been looking at Seokjin.
Warmth pooled in his stomach, exactly like that morning. Seokjin had forgotten what this felt like, a carnal, no strings attached attraction towards someone. It felt weird. Alien. But also exciting. Like adrenaline that runs in your veins when you run after a long time.
It was the most insane thing Seokjin had done in a long time, agreeing to go out to this dinner. He really hoped it would be worth it.
********
The first thing Seokjin reveals about himself at dinner is his own age. Being called ‘Seokjin-ssi’ once every minute was grating on his nerves so he just announced to the table that he was 31 years old and they should just call him hyung.
The restaurant they got dropped off at was swanky. Seokjin had guessed that much, with all the jackets and dress pants in this monstrous May heat.
“Order whatever you want hyung,” Taehyung instructed cheerily from beside Namjoon at their square table. He sat facing Jungkook, while Namjoon faced Seokjin. It really wasn’t that big a table, and Seokjin’s knees had already bumped Namjoon’s like four times under the table.
“I was specifically told tonight was a lobster dinner,” He replied, looking right at his inviter.
The thing about coming out of a long-term relationship was, Seokjin’s flirting skills were in the dumps. Non-existent. He had negative game. He had fully expected to live out the rest of his days without having to charm anyone into any kind of hotel room, out of any kind of pants. What wishful thinking that had been.
The line seemed to work though, because Namjoon’s cheeks colored and he coughed into his fist, eyes stuck to the menu he was perusing. “That was just a joke, cuz you know. It’s the most expensive thing on the menu,” He said, not looking up. “Please get whatever you want.”
With the man not looking up, Seokjin looked at the other two, and saw the same mischief in their eyes that he felt in his heart. Taehyung bumped his shoulders with Namjoon. “Aww were you showing off?” Just as Jungkook fake-whisper told Seokjin that tonight was Namjoon’s treat.
Hot and rich? This was just unfair.
Drinks and conversation flew liberally at their little table. In the end, no one did order lobster. Seokjin definitely had been in no mood to wear a large plastic bib over his nice outfit. Nice because Namjoon for one, couldn’t stop staring at it. Or maybe that was just the way Seokjin had left the top two shirt buttons open and his chest was more or less on display.
Tits out for a night on the town with hot men, in a different country. Who was he??
The men at the table were old friends, all from Seoul. Namjoon and Taehyung worked together, Jungkook was Jimin’s best friend. “I miss that beautiful son of a bitch,” Taehyung sighed wistfully into his drink at the mention of his fiancé.
“What about you hyung?” Jungkook asked Seokjin. “Why are you out here alone? Trying to find yourself or something?” He added cheekily and Seokjin decided he liked this gremlin (who was thankfully, not a minor).
“Sort of,” Seokjin began but then their servers appeared with their appetisers. “I just was in need of some time off and my friends decided to ship me off here instead of letting me rot at home like I wanted to,” They had ordered two servings of a mango salad and so Seokjin dug into the one placed between him and Namjoon.
And made an unfortunate discovery.
Namjoon had beautiful hands.
He was holding his fork in the daintiest of manners, between long, slender fingers. He was wearing simple silver rings, three between both hands. His palms looked big enough to hold Seokjin’s entire waist between the two of them. Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck.
“Hyung?” Seokjin looked up with a jerk. Had he been physically drooling or had he said one of those fucks out loud?
“Yeah?” He asked timidly, but the table didn’t looked weirded out.
“We were just saying if your friends need a sugar baby, Jungkook here is available.”
“Oh,” Seokjin exhaled and then laughed along with everyone as the maknae of the table protested to the bullying. The powers that be took some pity on Seokjin and sent an idea floating through his horny mess of a brain. “What about you?” He asked quietly, just for Namjoon to hear. Who turned away from his bickering friends and looked at Seokjin with an arched eyebrow.
“Are you single?”
Namjoon smiled, putting his chin in his free palm, elbow on the table.
“Extremely.”
********
All things considered, it was one of the best dinners Seokjin had maybe ever gone on.
The food had been delectable, even to his experienced palate. He’d talked a lot more once their mains had arrived and wowed everyone with his food knowledge. Jungkook had made him repeat his technique of touch-testing a steak to see what temperature it was, while he took notes on his phone.
Taehyung had mentioned at some point how hilarious it was that Namjoon had invited him out to eat lobster when he himself didn’t eat seafood and they had ribbed the man for a good fifteen minutes as all six feet of him squirmed and blushed.
Every time Namjoon had spoken for longer than a few seconds, Seokjin had found himself getting lost in his deep, melodic voice. One of the nicest speaking voices that had ever graced his ears, he thought dreamily.
By the time Namjoon had received their bill and was going over it, Taehyung was asking Seokjin to just accompany them to Koh Samui tomorrow.
“Come on hyung, there is nothing to do in Phuket for four more days. Come with us!” Seokjin smiled, feeling affectionate for these guys he had met all of three hours ago.
“It’s your trip, I don’t want to impose,” He replied as Namjoon tapped his card on the machine and their waiter left with a bow. Taehyung frowned.
“It’s honestly not that big a deal. You can pay for your own self, just tag along.”
In the end, Seokjin said he needed to sleep on it.
While the trio stepped outside to smoke, Seokjin went to use the bathroom. He heard voices as he approached the exit to the restaurant.
“Maps say it’s five minutes from here.”
“We can go for a couple hours.”
That was Namjoon. Seokjin was reasonably certain they were talking about going clubbing. In which case he was going to excuse himself because there was just no way. His social battery was at 3%.
“You’re coming? I thought you’d be ready to flee by now?”
“Why?”
Wait. Namjoon wasn’t going? Seokjin held back, forgiving himself for prying easily.
“To hook up with Seokjin hyung?”
A long suffering sigh.
“How many times do I have to tell you shitheads. I didn’t ask him to come because I wanted to hook up with him, he just looked really sad and lonely at the beach.”
Oh. That was. Oh.
“Bullshit, you’ve been undressing him with your eyes all night.”
Oh. That was. Oh.
“But on the beach he looked so heartbroken.”
Well, he was. He was so, so heartbroken.
“Then make him feel better. With your dick.”
That sounded like a great idea. Seokjin had been feeling shittier than shit for the past ten days. Shittier that he had felt in his entire life. But he wasn’t feeling shit right now. He hadn’t felt shit at all today, which meant that his friends were right. He did need a distraction.
Seokjin stepped out into the sticky Thai heat, shedding his drug lord jacket as he took the two steps towards where the guys were stamping out their cigarettes. Jungkook was the only one faced his way, and waved at him once he clocked Seokjin.
“I better be off then,” Seokjin began, joining the circle. Taehyung pouted at him, whereas the sound of his voice seemed to jerk Namjoon out of a trance. One that Seokjin’s half open shirt had put him into.
“Aww so soon hyung? We were thinking of going to this bar next,” He repeated what Seokjin had already overheard. Seokjin shook his head. Why was Namjoon denying both of them a very nice ending of this already very nice evening? So what if Seokjin looked sad? He also looked hot!
“I’m not one for bars or clubs actually. I’ll call an Uber,” He said, pulling out his phone.
A driver accepted his ride request and the app told him it would take three minutes to get there. Which meant he had three minutes to somehow seduce Namjoon into going back with him. Lol.
When Seokjin looked up from his phone, Namjoon looked suitably conflicted. Seokjin just wanted to grab his hand and say: ‘here big guy, you’re with me’. Instead he told the others that his cab would be here in three minutes and hugged them goodbye.
“Please do think about Koh Samui, hyung,” Taehyung said to him as they parted. “It’s like an hour long flight and there’s always space on it. You’ll be able to travel with us.”
Seokjin nodded, turning to Namjoon. A hug was not his physical connection of choice when it came to this man, but it looked like that was all Seokjin was getting. Before he could approach however, Namjoon pointed to something behind him.
“Is your ride a blue Corolla?” Seokjin blinked, caught out for a second before he looked into his phone.
“Yeah,” He glanced behind him and yep, that was his Uber that had pulled up to the curb. He turned back. The words tumbled out of Hot Korean Namjoon’s mouth as if forcibly knocked out of him.
“Can I accompany you back?”
YES. Fuck yes. Yes yes yes!!
“Sure,” Seokjin said, smiling in what he hoped was a calm, sexy manner. Not a depraved, horny one.
********
It was simple enough to ride with Namjoon in the blue Corolla, chatting about this and that. It was easy enough to enter the elevator with him, lean somewhat purposefully against the railing and thank Namjoon for a very nice evening.
The elevator stopped at the fourth level, because that was Namjoon’s floor and Seokjin had still not invited him up to his own. Because it absolutely had to be Seokjin who invited. He was rusty but he understood some social cues still. Namjoon had asked him out to dinner. He needed to ask him to stay.
So when Namjoon said: “Well, this is me,” Seokjin forced down one million micro-panic attacks waiting to happen, and placed a gentle hand on his arm, stopping him from getting off.
“Can you do something for me, Namjoon-ah?” He asked. Namjoon nodded, and the elevator door slipped shut. They began ascending to the eighth floor, where Seokjin’s room was. Seokjin took in a deep breath.
“I haven’t been feeling my best this whole trip you see,” He stepped closer to Namjoon, delighting in how the man’s eyes widened. Seokjin was still holding his arm. “And I was just wondering,” He leaned in to Namjoon’s ear. “If you could make me feel better with your dick?”
A surprised laugh bubbled out of Namjoon but those, big, warm, gorgeous hands of his came to rest on Seokjin’s waist.
“Of course hyung,” Namjoon whispered back as the doors of the elevator opened a second time. “I would love to.”
Seokjin didn't know if it was something to be surprised about, how good a kisser Kim Namjoon was, given how little he knew of him. He was also finding it really hard to care. Something about being pressed up against the door to his hotel room and getting his ass grabbed really made one forget about the peculiar circumstances under which one meets a man.
He didn't remember the last time a guy had kissed him quite this passionately. But Kim Namjoon was taking his time apparently, despite Seokjin’s, frankly, shameless request for a simple hookup. Namjoon's big, long fingered hands left Seokjin's ass and slid up, settling on his hips as he sucked Seokjin's tongue into his mouth. He hadn't given Seokjin room to even move, pressing him up against the wooden door with intent and it was so hot. Seokjin moaned when his tongue was let go and Namjoon pulled him closer, making Seokjin's silk clad crotch rub agonizingly against his cotton clad one. They hadn't spoken a word since crossing the threshold. Namjoon paused, if nibbling Seokjin's bottom lip but letting him breathe could be counted as pausing. His hands slid lower, Seokjin hyper reactive to his every touch.
With no warning, Seokjin's feet left the ground and out of sheer instinct he crossed them around Namjoon's back. "What? Don't tell me no one's ever picked you up before?" Namjoon rasped into his face and Seokjin realized belatedly that he had gasped. He shook his head, out of breath in more ways than one. Men seldom had the stature or strength to pick him up. Sandeul certainly hadn’t. Seokjin was rather tall and broad, and it fooled most men into thinking he'd be heavy when he wasn't. Namjoon had the audacity to chuckle against Seokjin's mouth, making him blush like a desperate, horny fool.
"Am I about to make your entire trip here, hyung?" Namjoon asked, dipping down to place a feather light kiss to the side of Seokjin's neck. Seokjin couldn't hold in the shudder that ran through him.
"I think you should go ahead and pull my pants down," Seokjin responded, making full use of his proximity to Namjoon's ear to whisper right into it.
"Yeah?" Another kiss, a hint of teeth as Namjoon began to walk backwards into the room.
"Mhm. Then you'll realize I'm about to make your trip here."
They ended up in the shower. Seokjin was taken aback at this, having expected Namjoon to dump him on the bed, that had been right there in the way. But the man had carried him into the bathroom and set him down on the cool tiles.
“Kill two birds with one stone and all that?” Namjoon answered his inquisitive staring and pulled his black t-shirt over his head. Seokjin couldn’t argue with that logic. They were naked and under the blessedly cool water in milliseconds. It felt heavenly on Seokjin’s clammy, sticky skin and for a moment he did nothing more than tilt his neck back and let the water get on his face and cool him down.
He hadn’t meant to put on a show. Really. He hadn’t. Didn’t even know how. But when he opened his eyes, Namjoon stood in front of him with his mouth hung a little open. Literally. Whoops.
With strong, commanding hands Namjoon pulled him closer, his mouth back on Seokjin’s neck. “You’ve got the most gorgeous neck I’ve ever seen on a person,” He rasped, before his lips sucked Seokjin’s skin into his mouth. Seokjin moaned, having no snarky comeback, not even a thank you as he fought to Get A Grip. He was already hard and Namjoon could feel that with how close they were pressed together.
One hickey was all Seokjin allowed Namjoon before yanking his hair to make him face up and kiss his mouth. That drew a moan out of the man, and Seokjin locked that information in for later. Later when? Beats him. He was just going to hold onto it. Felt wasteful not to. They kissed messily, water between and around them, hands slipping on slick skin.
Seokjin knew he had to control this situation if he didn’t want to come from just making out like a teenager. So he took one of Namjoon’s hands off his waist and guided it lower, between his cheeks. “Please,” He mumbled into Namjoon’s mouth, hoping he was as smart as he sounded.
He was. Namjoon was extremely smart and efficient too. In all of two seconds he clocked the lube bottle sitting on the shelf that Seokjin had used for a Sad Shower Jerk two days ago and grabbed it. Then he expertly turned them around so that Seokjin was out of the shower’s spray and he was fully in it.
Those long, beautiful fingers felt exactly as good as Seokjin had hoped they would, inside him.
Namjoon had used his teeth to pull the silver rings off them and then set them on the shelf and the gesture had no business being as sexy as it had been. Seokjin had been mesmerized, yelping a little when the lube covered fingers circled him. It had made Namjoon laugh and Seokjin blush. “You’re so, very cute baby,” Namjoon had said, and looked like he meant it.
Now he said, “You sound so fucking hot,” and looked like he meant that too. Seokjin had always been loud in bed. He knew that, and somehow it had escaped his mind that Namjoon hadn’t. He seemed to like it though, which was just as well. Seokjin knew there was no way for him to keep these moans in, not when Namjoon had found his prostate and was milking him for all he was worth. “You’re going to come just from my fingers? Won’t need that dick after all?” Namjoon teased and Seokjin dropped his head into the crook of this menace’s neck, arms already looped around to tether him.
“They’re, ah, fuck, fuck, good fingers,” He managed to mumble, face aflame. Namjoon added a third at this proclamation, and Seokjin’s breaths began coming heavier, the stretch burning, pushing him teetering to the edge.
“Thanks,” He whispered right into Seokjin’s ear and then licked it. Seokjin whimpered, dug his nails into the smooth skin of Namjoon’s back. How was Namjoon discovering his weaknesses this quickly? Seokjin had had other men! It took them ages!
But Namjoon was a quick study, and soon Seokjin’s earlobe was sucked into his mouth and his fingers were pumping at a toe curling, mind numbing rhythm and Seokjin felt like he had been plucked from his real life and dropped into some pornographic fantasy. He was 80% sure he was going to wake up with a start any second now, wet in his pants.
Because, this? This had to be a dream. The way he desperately clutched Namjoon, whispered how close he was, in the most overwhelmed tone of voice he’d heard himself use, maybe ever. Had to be a dream the way Namjoon’s other hand immediately wrapped around his poor leaky cock and began pumping. The way he pulled Seokjin into a kiss, all tongue and need and ordered: “Come then, baby. Who are you holding back for?”
Who indeed, had he been holding back for? Seokjin spilled into Namjoon’s fist, holding onto him painfully hard, he was sure, mouth open in a moan against his soft, plush mouth.
This kind of pleasure only occurred in dreams right?
But it was real. It was all too real as Seokjin came down, panting, and clutching the stranger he had dragged back with him. The way this stranger was stroking his hair however, was oddly intimate. He was a nice stranger, Seokjin could admit that much.
“You okay?” Namjoon asked when Seokjin extracted his face from his neck and leaned back. He nodded, a shyness he was familiar with overtaking him.
“I scratched you. I’m sorry,” He mumbled, pulling his arms from around Namjoon. The man just shrugged.
“When its good, that happens,” He paused, frowning a little. “It was good?” Seokjin laughed shakily. He was being weird. He was weirding Namjoon out and the poor guy had not even managed to come.
“It was pretty fucking good, Namjoon-ah,” He said, stepping back closer and taking a hold of Namjoon’s cock. And holy shit was it heavy in his hand. He would have looked down, but the sight of Namjoon choking on spit was also rewarding. “Let hyung make you feel good now,” He whispered, pushed Namjoon against the side wall. He was about to sink to his knees, use his mouth but Namjoon caught him.
“Hands are fine,” He rasped, closing his eyes and leaning his head against the tiles. So Seokjin tightened his grip, pumped faster and ran his other hand in Namjoon’s black hair. Namjoon shuddered. Seokjin grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of Namjoon’s head and yanked. Namjoon moaned, and bit his lip. “Come on, come for me,” Seokjin said, gripped Namjoon’s hair a little harder, pumped him a little faster. And the man was spilling in his hand with a string of curses, the now lukewarm water running everything quickly down the drain.
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Namjoon was nice enough to not linger in the shower. He seemed to instinctively know that Seokjin needed a breather and made quick work of soaping and rinsing his body. No shampoo, because apparently this was his third shower of the day.
Which was insane. But even more insane was the fact that Seokjin had just ORGASMED WITH SOMEONE WHO WASN’T SANDEUL.
The realization came crashing down on him with the water as he shakily shampooed his own hair. He’d fucked someone new. First time in five years he had fucked someone new. And it had felt great but now everything felt weird. He wasn’t supposed to be fucking new people at all. This had not been on the cards. He was supposed to have gotten old with Sandeul.
But Sandeul hadn’t wanted to grow old with him, and here Seokjin was. Fucking someone new.
“Who the hell showers three times a day?” Seokjin demanded as soon as he exited the shower, clean and pajama clad. Namjoon was sprawled on his bed in nothing but the bottoms of the pajamas that the hotel provided. He must’ve found them in the dresser, because Seokjin hadn’t used them. He had his own, thank you very much.
“Someone who sweats buckets,” Namjoon replied, sitting up and smiling cheekily. He had been texting on his phone, but now looked at Seokjin with rapt attention. He was so handsome. Even with the hornstorm fucked out of him Seokjin could admit that Namjoon was gorgeous. “I should go. Early flight,” He added as he got up. Seokjin could only nod.
Namjoon had collected his shed clothing, slipping the plain black tee back on to descend the four floors to his own room. “This was fun,” Seokjin said as he put his shoes on halfway and got up, apparently deciding that was enough.
“Yeah, it was,” Namjoon leaned with one shoulder against the door. His hair looked softer now, freshly washed and sans gel. “I’m sad I couldn’t make you feel better with my dick,” Seokjin laughed, rolling his eyes and Namjoon smiled, pleased.
“I still feel better. So thanks,” He said, maybe a touch too much honesty. But Namjoon simply nodded. Like he got it.
“You can get the dick if you come with us though,” Namjoon repeated Taehyung’s offer, straightening up and pulling the door open. Seokjin shocked himself by wishing he wouldn’t leave.
“Taking a flight in a foreign country just to get some dick is crazy,” Seokjin pointed out as Namjoon stepped out and turned to face him. He didn’t feel at all perturbed to be standing in the hall with all his clothes in one arm, very clearly about to do a walk of shame. It was attractive, this confidence. Big Dick Energy. Oof.
“If your friends really did force you on this trip, then whatever was happening in your life back home was already crazy,” Namjoon shrugged. Could this man read minds? Was he a stalker? How had he hit this close to home? But then again, Seokjin supposed, it was obvious. Only people in crisis got sent on solo vacations.
“Our taxi for the airport leaves at 6,” Namjoon informed him as he started backing off towards the elevators. “Meet us in the lobby if you change your mind.”
2 chefs and one hobi
Seokjin(me)
Change of plans guys, I’m going to Koh Samui for the last four days
Also yoongi, I’m gonna take you up on that job offer
Yoongi
Good call hyung
Did you send your resignation?
Seokjin (me)
Two minutes ago
Yoongi
👍
Hobi
Wait what
Koh Samui?
What the fuck happened at that dinner???