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It’s one of those nights that Seokjin has been looking forward to for the whole week. A whole night to himself, a bowl of ramen and a bottle of soju, and a whole night to binge-watch Stranger Things from the first season to the latest.

He just got out of the shower, drying his hair with a towel, and all dressed up in his favorite comfy pajamas. He’s humming a happy song, obviously excited to have this night for himself and just relax while watching Netflix.

Just as he was already sitting down and about to click the play button, his front door burst open accompanied by loud noises and shouting. Seokjin closed his eyes and took a really deep breath to calm down, Hoseok putting his arm around his shoulders and shaking him.

“Come on, this is how you’re gonna spend your night?” Taehyung asked, sitting on Seokjin’s other side and opening the bottle of soju.

Jungkook was already eating the ramen Seokjin prepared. He sat comfortably on the floor, bowl of ramen in hand and just watching.

“Why are you guys even here?” Seokjin asked, forcing a smile.

“Come on, it’s Friday night.” Taehyung said, drinking from the bottle of soju and passing it to Hoseok. “Let’s go out.”

“No.” Seokjin said firmly.

“What makes you think we’ll take no for an answer?” Hoseok asked. “Get dressed if you don’t want Jungkook to carry you outside wearing that pajama.”

“Why do we have to do this?” Seokjin whined as Hoseok pulled him up from the sofa.

“Because you need to have fun once in a while!” Hoseok said. “Come on and get dressed, I don’t wanna be late to see the show.”

“Ughhhh.” Seokjin groaned as Hoseok dragged him to his bedroom.

Seokjin sat on the edge of his bed and laid down while Hoseok went over his closet to pick what he should wear for the night. Seokjin closes his eyes with a loud and deep sigh, not really in the mood to go out tonight.

“Can I not go?” Seokjin asks Hoseok.

“No, you can’t not go.” Hoseok said, throwing a pair of jeans beside Seokjin. “What the hell is wrong with your closet, you don’t have a single cool thing in here.”

“Alright, enough.” Seokjin hopped off his bed, not wanting to hear any more criticism from Hoseok about his wardrobe. “Wait outside, I’ll be ready in five.”

Hoseok couldn’t say another word as Seokjin led him out of his room by his shoulders and immediately locked the door. Seokjin groaned, thinking of how his amazing planned-out night was going to waste.

Remind him to never plan anything again.

Taehyung mentioned something about a show, maybe they’ll watch people basking on the streets or probably a mini concert of some indie band that Taehyung found on Melon, maybe Youtube. With this in mind, Seokjin picked some black skinny jeans, a white shirt, and a black bomber jacket. Not wanting to worry about his hair the whole night, he grabbed a cap and finished up with a few sprays of cologne.

When he left his room, he found the three sitting on the couch, watching the latest season of Stranger Things that Seokjin had been putting off for a while. He immediately grabbed the remote from Taehyung and turned off the television.

“Don’t.” Seokjin said, a finger raised to make Taehyung stop from talking. His eyes moved to the table where he found the empty bowl of ramen he prepared. He let out a sigh.

“Thanks for the meal, hyung.” Jungkook said with his famous bunny smile, tapping his now slightly bloated tummy.

“Let’s just go.” Seokjin said. “I’m not driving.”

“It’s Jungkook tonight.” Taehyung said, placing an arm around Jungkook’s shoulder.

The four friends left the apartment and Seokjin couldn’t wait for the night to end already.

Imagine the surprise in Seokjin’s face when they entered a strip club. Shock, surprised, confused? Nope. Disappointed. That’s what his face showed as soon as he realized his friends took him to a strip club.

“I thought we’re seeing a show?” Seokjin asked in a loud voice while leaning on Hoseok’s ear, the loud music eating up his words.

“We are!” Hoseok answered loudly too. “The show’s about to start so let’s go to the front.”

Seokjin groaned loudly but it was drowned by the loud noise of people talking and the music. There were seats on the very front, just a few inches away from the stage with poles, and Taehyung was already sitting there, a smirk across his lips.

The place was dimly lit except for the stage and Seokjin can’t explain the smell hanging by his nose. It’s not pleasant but it’s not bad either, it’s like someone marinated a half-day used underwear in different kinds of cologne and hung it on the air conditioner. Oh, it smells like alcohol and beer too.

The music suddenly changed and people started cheering. If Seokjin didn’t know they’re in a strip club, he would’ve thought they’re in a concert with excited fans waiting for the show to start.

“Get your bills ready, gentlemen!” Taehyung was almost shouting yet he still got a smirk on his face and winked at Seokjin.

“You enjoy, gents.” Hoseok said, patting their backs each before standing up.

“Where are you going?” Seokjin asked, holding Hoseok’s arm to stop him from leaving.

“I’ll be back later.” Hoseok winked at him with a smirk as if Seokjin should know what he meant.

Seokjin had no idea what Hoseok meant.

The curtains opened to reveal two men in velvet robes, their size difference very obvious. They’re both wearing black heels and they strutted together, hand-in-hand, and the smaller guy with blonde hair “accidentally” slipped the robe off his shoulder.

Jungkook and Taehyung went wild. They’re already throwing singles on the stage, Seokjin can’t imagine how much they’ll be throwing once they remove their robes.

Seokjin sighed and rolled his eyes, leaning back on his chair. He just watched the two strippers walk around the stage seductively, slowly slipping off their robes with every move. Seokjin jumped in surprise when one of the robes landed on his lap.

Seokjin was in disbelief. This is his last straw and he was about to throw the robe back on stage when his eyes suddenly landed on the stripper who’s fully out of his robe.

Thick thighs, round buttocks, toned body, huge arms, and obviously perky pecs… Seokjin’s eyes wandered to the face of such a perfect body and he couldn't believe it even more. High cheekbones, thick lips, dragon-like eyes, and his adorable little nose was the cherry on top.

It’s like Seokjin is watching a God strip in front of him.

The stripper’s eyes were enough to put Seokjin in a trance. He’s speechless at how smooth he moves, the way his body sways, the way he feels himself. Seokjin didn’t even know his jaw dropped until Taehyung closed it by pushing his chin back up.

“Enjoying the show?” Taehyung asked with a smirk. “Come on, hyung, don’t be shy. Take out some bills.”

Seokjin did not even hear Taehyung. He was too busy watching, too busy studying every part of this particular stripper, too busy memorizing the way his hips sway along with the music, flaunting his round buttocks and shaking it along the beat.

God, he’s perfect. Seokjin’s heart is beating fast and it’s all because of this handsome, god-like stripper right in front of him. Every inch of his body is perfect and Seokjin wants to get familiar with him.

Bills were flying all over the stage, the two strippers getting them seductively on the floor. The men cheered, throwing more and more bills on the stage the more the strippers flirted with them. 

They made use of the pole, grinding against them slowly, climbing on it and sliding down with such confidence, showcasing their core strength. Seokjin is in awe. It’s hard enough to pull yourself up in a pull up bar, but to climb a vertical pole while dancing and doing different poses? Seokjin can already feel the burn in his arms and core just thinking about it.

He didn’t even notice the growing tent on his pants just watching the muscled one on stage.

Their little show ended and the two strippers bowed with smiles on their faces. They took the rest of the bills on the floor of the stage, and bowed again while walking backwards and they’re now off the stage. The lights turned dim and some workers went on the stage to clean the floor and that’s when Seokjin realized: it’s over.

“Is it done? Are they done?” Seokjin asked as he watched Taehyung and Jungkook stand up.

“Our show, at least.” Jungkook nodded. “There will be more strippers though so you can stay and watch.”

“No, I don’t want to.” Seokjin stood up immediately and followed his friends who were making their way to the bar.

There he sees Hoseok, flirting with what seems to be one of the staff with his name tag signed as “Yoongi”, his mint green hair standing out from the darkness, probably whispering sweet or dirty things to his ear, Seokjin doesn’t care. Taehyung ordered shots of vodka for the three of them as they leaned on the bar, watching the stage get cleaned from afar.

“So hyung,” Taehyung asked, downing his shot of vodka. “How was your first strip club experience?”

“I still don’t like how you ruined my perfect night by dragging me to an undisclosed place.” Seokjin said, swirling his vodka in the little shot glass.

“You had your jaw dropped and eyes completely fixed on RM.” Jungkook said with a teasing smile. “Can’t really blame you, I had the hots for him the first time I was here too. I mean, have you seen his thighs? I could talk about it all day.”

“RM’s quite famous for his thighs.” Taehyung nodded in agreement. “But JM, man, he gives me wet dreams every night.”

“Gross!” Jungkook said, hitting Taehyung’s shoulder and they both laughed.

RM? Is that, perhaps, the name of the guy who made Seokjin speechless? Seokjin downed his glass of vodka and looked around. He tries to find where that RM might be.

But what would he say? What would he say if he did meet him though? You did great? You’re an amazing stripper? You dance really well? You changed my perspective about strip clubs and you seem very interesting and I want to get to know you more?

Wow, he’s stupid. Seokjin is stupid. He chuckled in disbelief and downed another shot of vodka.

A pat on his shoulder broke Seokjin out of his thoughts and he looked up to see Taehyung.

“Will you be okay here, hyung? Jungkook and I will just meet someone. We might take a while.” Taehyung said.

“Yeah, go.” Seokjin waved them off.

Taehyung and Jungkook left the bar, patting Seokjin’s back and disappearing into the crowd. Seokjin turned away from the bar to watch whoever’s stripping on stage but it’s just not the same. No one captivated him the way RM did.

When RM came out once again, Seokjin just watched from afar. As much as he would like to get closer, the crowd has already gathered near the stage to throw their bills on the stripper. It’s quite obvious that he’s one of the famous ones in this club.

This made RM more interesting for Seokjin. Sure, he’s famous for his moves, for his body, for his flirting on stage, but is that all the reason why he's famous? Did no one ever think of getting to know him? Does he have dogs? Did he finish College? How does he like his coffee made in the morning?

Seokjin shook away his thoughts. He doesn’t know how he got intrigued by someone’s personality by watching them strip in front of people. Regardless, he still finds RM interesting, and maybe — just maybe — he would like to get to know him more.

His eyes suddenly landed on the velvet robe just right next to his empty glass of vodka. Oh, right, the robe. THE ROBE. He’s got an excuse to talk to RM now, he needs to return the robe. He held it in his hand and looked at the stage to see RM already bowing on the stage.

Yes, this is it. He’ll return the robe, tell RM he’s amazing and that’s it. He can just go every night he’s available, right? It wouldn’t be creepy.

Right?

With his friends nowhere to be seen — probably flirting or making out with some of the strippers — Seokjin took this as an opportunity to wait for RM by the door outside the club.

It was cold. The streets are deserted already, a few drunk people are walking, and ahjummas are sweeping the fronts of their stores. He checked his phone to see that it’s already 4am, and they’ve been in the bar for about 6 hours already.

Six hours? That’s about six to seven episodes of Stranger Things already.

He put his hands in his pocket, feeling a little cold with a slight wind blowing his way. The robe hung on his arm and he looked around, waiting for RM to show up. He’ll just return this and ask his friends to go home already, he wants to rest for the whole of Saturday.

He heard steps coming his way and he saw RM, dressed in a hoodie and jeans with a gym bag hanging on his shoulder. When their eyes met, the annoyance was obvious in RM's eyes but Seokjin still approached him.

“I—“

“No, I don’t want to get fucked by you no matter how much you pay me. I’m just a stripper, not a prostitute.” RM said, walking past Seokjin.

Seokjin was taken aback and his mind wondered just how much RM has received such requests.

“I was just returning your robe.” Seokjin said, lifting the robe in his hand. “You threw it in my direction earlier so I’m just returning it.”

RM stopped walking and looked back at him. He walked back closer to Seokjin and took back the robe.

“Why are you returning this?” RM asked.

“Because it’s yours?” Seokjin asked back, unsure why RM is even questioning his gesture.

“In my seven years of stripping, not a single one returned a robe of mine.” RM said, eyeing Seokjin suspiciously. “What do you want from me?”

“I just wanted to return it.” Seokjin said. “It’s not mine and I don’t know what I would do with it.”

“Oh.” Namjoon said. “You married? You have family waiting at home so you have to get rid of the evidence you went to a strip club?”

“What? No, I’m gay.” Seokjin said, eyebrows furrowed. “Why else would I be in a gay strip club?”

“There are many men inside that strip club who are married to their wives yet are hiding in the closet.” Namjoon said, pointing at the club. “Every night I’m working, I get asked by these disgusting cheaters to fuck me and touch me because their wives wouldn’t let them.”

“Look, I’m unmarried and I’m not here to ask you for a one night stand.” Seokjin said. “I really just wanted to return your robe.”

RM is still suspicious but he will accept that for now.

“Thank you.” RM said and let out a sigh as he started to calm down. “Sorry, I just don’t want to deal with anything right now.”

“I understand.” Seokjin nodded with a pursed smile. He looked around and he spotted a 24-hour convenience store nearby. “Wanna grab ice cream to cool down?”

“Why?” RM asks, confused why this random person is asking him to get ice cream when he just said he doesn’t want anything to do with him.

“I eat ice cream when I’m upset.” Seokjin said. “You’re upset and I don’t know how you deal with that but maybe ice cream could help a bit.”

Somehow, RM agreed.

They walked to the convenience store and Seokjin opened the door for him. As they both entered, RM went over to another aisle while Seokjin checked out their available ice creams.

They met on the counter and RM placed a cup of ramen beside the popsicles Seokjin picked. Just as RM was about to get some money from his wallet (not from the ones he earned tonight, no), Seokjin stopped him.

“No, I got this.” Seokjin said.

“It’s literally just ramen, I can pay for it.” RM said.

“It’s literally just ramen so let me pay for it.” Seokjin said, placing his card on the counter. “I’m the one who dragged you here anyway.”

The cashier ended up taking Seokjin’s card anyway. RM opened the ramen and the cashier filled it up with hot water and they thanked him. RM carried his ramen to one of the tables and Seokjin followed him, ice creams in hand. He sat beside him and opened one of the popsicles.

“Are you sure you’re not a psychopath?” RM suddenly asked.

Seokjin blinked at him a few times while holding a strawberry popsicle in hand.

“No.” Seokjin simply answered.

“Okay.” RM said.

They were quiet for a while, just sitting together in silence while they waited for RM’s ramen to get cooked. RM took one of the popsicles — grape-flavored — and opened it to eat. They’re both staring at the dimly-lit streets through the glass of the convenience store.

“Thanks, by the way.” RM said, raising his popsicle.

“No problem.” Seokjin nodded. “I figured you had a rough night.”

“Better than most nights, actually.” RM said, laughing in disbelief. “I’m sorry for being rude earlier too. Just had a lot of men asking me on my way out and I really just wanted to get out so I can eat and rest already.”

“Do they always do that?” Seokjin asked, genuinely curious.

“Ugh, every single night that I work.” RM rolled his eyes.

“But they don’t even know you.” Seokjin said. “You know, like personally. Wouldn’t that be awkward? You know, having sex with a stranger?”

“You’ve never had sex with a stranger?” RM asked with a surprised look on his face. “No way. Never?” Seokjin shook his hand. “Not even a little hand and mouth action?”

“Once.” Seokjin shook his head. “But it’s weird.”

“Yeah, weird.” RM snorted. “Why are you in the strip club, then? Is watching strangers dance and strip in front of you not strange for you?”

“I was dragged by my friends.” Seokjin said. “I had my night planned out to just watch Netflix and relax tonight but here I am.”

“You live quite a boring life, don’t you?” RM asked, removing the lid of his now cooked cup of ramen. “Like come on, you haven’t had a one night stand? Netflix on a Friday night? Alone? What are you, forty?”

“Hey, I’m only thirty-one.” Seokjin defended. “And how old are you?”

“I’m only twenty-eight.” RM said with a smug look on his face. “I’m younger than you.”

“Thirty-one is young.” Seokjin said with a small pout.

“Sure, whatever you say.” RM shrugged.

“You’ll be thirty-one soon.” Seokjin said, licking his popsicle.

“I still have a few years ahead of me.” RM said and started eating his ramen. It was a little hot and Seokjin worried he might burn his tongue.

He stood up from his seat and went to one of the fridges to get a cold bottle of water. He paid for it in the cashier and went back to his seat, placing the bottle near RM. 

“What’s this for?” RM asked, holding the bottle of water.

“In case you choke or something.” Seokjin shrugged.

The longer they sit there together, the more RM gets intrigued by this stranger who’s being kind to him. Seokjin just kind of minded his own business, finishing his popsicle stick.

Once RM finished with his ramen, they decided to get home while RM was eating his popsicle. They walked side by side, hands in pockets because of the cold winds. The sun isn’t up yet thankfully, but a lot of stores are already preparing for their opening.

“So, this is me.” RM said, pointing at the bus stop. “Thank you for keeping me company. It was unexpectedly nice.”

“Unexpectedly, huh?” Seokjin asked teasingly.

“Yeah, unexpectedly.” RM nodded with a chuckle.

They were silent for a while waiting for a cab. They sat on the waiting shed, watching the still empty road in the distance.

“Hey, so I was thinking…” Seokjin said.

RM sighed. He knew Seokjin was too good to be true. He probably kept him company in hopes that he would sleep with him. God, he feels stupid that he believed Seokjin was genuine.

“Maybe you’d like to join me for dinner tomorrow?” Seokjin asked. “I mean, technically later since it’s already five AM so…”

“What?” RM asked, confused.

“Nevermind, I probably sound stupid.” Seokjin takes it back, scratching the back of his head.

“No, don’t.” RM said, holding his wrist. “I mean, you want me to join you for dinner tomorrow?”

“If you’re not busy, yeah.” Seokjin nodded. “You were really nice and I enjoyed hanging out with you tonight. I just thought maybe we can hangout a little more and get to know each other, stuff like that. Wow, I’m rambling, aren’t I? I’m usually straightforward but —“

“It’s fine.” RM said with a chuckle. “You just caught me off guard.”

“Yeah, sorry.” Seokjin said, internally kicking himself because what the hell is wrong with him? “So… what do you think?”

“Can I borrow your phone for a while?” RM asked.

“Um, yeah, sure.” Seokjin said, taking his phone from his pocket and handing it over to RM.

RM took it, typed something and Seokjin heard a phone ringing. RM returned it to him and Seokjin sees his number in the recent call log.

“Text me the details.” RM said with a smile, standing up.

A taxi stopped right in front of them and RM waved goodbye at him. Seokjin waved back and stared at his phone for a while.

That’s RM’s number. Wow. He saved it under his name and for some reason, he couldn’t hide the smile forming on his lips.

—

Seokjin woke up from the torturing sound of his phone ringing nearby. Eyes still closed, he rolled over his bed and reached to the bedside table where his phone was violently vibrating. He opened one eye to see what the ruckus was about and when he saw Hoseok’s name, he groaned and clicked the answer button.

“What?” He hummed.

“Hyung! Oh my god, we’ve been calling you nonstop!” Hoseok said frantically on the line. “Where are you? Are you safe?”

“I’m sleeping, why the hell are you calling me this early after dragging me to a strip club last night?” Seokjin rolled over on his back and massaged his slightly pounding head.

“First of all, it’s two in the afternoon, and second, you disappeared without a word last night! We were worried sick.” Hoseok said.

“You three abandoned me in the bar and I just went home.” Seokjin said. “I’m hanging up, my head is throbbing.”

Hoseok couldn’t say another word anymore as Seokjin hung up the call. He rolled over his bed, hugging his soft pillow tightly with a groan, wanting to sleep some more.

The problem is Seokjin couldn’t go back to sleep anymore. Once he woke up, there’s no way he could fall asleep again and it sucks but that’s just how he’s built. He sighed and sat up, rubbing the sleep in his eyes. He grabbed the small remote control on his bedside table and clicked a button that made his black-out blinds roll up, the sun already high up.

He stood up and did a few stretches to prepare his body for the day. He plans to start a little work on his computer today and just wing the whole day, honestly. He goes to his study table to check his journal of any tasks needed to be done by today or are due in a few days. 

He sat on his table and checked his phone to see if he has already called the clients that he needs to contact by today. He stops when he sees the name “RM” on his recently called log, the timestamp shows 5:26 AM.

“Text me the details.”

Oh shit. Oh right. He made dinner plans with the attractive stripper he found interesting last night. He bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows, thinking if he should go with it or not.

He leaned back on his seat and started typing on his phone.

“Hey, I’m sorry but —“ No, that sounds a bit too straightforward. “Do you remember —“ Of course he remembers, what kind of a dumb question is that? “Hey, look, you’re cool and all but I think I was really drunk last night and I don’t even know what to say to you when we’re sober so maybe we can forget about our plans and —“ Nope, too harsh.

As he continued typing and erasing his message, a text appeared coming from RM. 

“…are the details that long? You’ve been typing for five minutes.”

Seokjin gasped and his phone slipped from his hand, jumping to his table and down to the carpet on his floor. He picked it up from the floor and his eyes widened when he saw that it accidentally sent a message.

A sticker with a kissy face.

Oh, Seokjin was horrified. His phone accidentally sent a kissy face. He scrambled to reply and explain himself but once again, RM beat him into it.

“Uh 😘 to you too?”

“Sorry! My phone slipped and accidentally sent that.”

“If you say so

So… details?”

Seokjin thought for a while. Should he go and meet with him? Should he cancel? Would it be rude of him to cancel the plans they made while they were drunk? What would a rational person do? What would sane, no hangover Seokjin do?

“Italian or American?

…what?

Which cuisine do you prefer?

Oh.

Honestly, I’m more of a Japanese

Korean cuisine person.

Alright.

I know an amazing place.

I’ll look forward to that

Send me the address of the place

No, I’ll pick you up by 8

Send me your address

…

You sure?

We can just meet there, really

Are you sure? I have no problem picking you up

I’m fine, I can manage :)

Okay, if you say so

[address]

Once you arrive at the district, text me

The place is kinda far from the main road

Okay

See you there ;)

See you”

Seokjin placed his phone down on his table very gently and he stared blankly at the screen of his laptop. Only then did he feel and realize that his heart is beating so fast it might as well just leave his body.

What is wrong with him?

He took slow, deep breaths to calm his heart, which helped a bit, but it’s still beating so fast. He groaned and decided to just take a shower.

Seokjin is not one to fall in love, or even have a crush who makes his heart beat fast. There are a handful of people who did — a handful, literally just four people including RM — and he doesn’t like where it usually ends up.

It was with a girl at first, he was in high school. He wasn’t well aware of his sexuality that time, he was a sheltered 14-year-old chubby little kid with glasses resting on his nose and he didn’t really have many friends. He confessed that he liked her, gave her some expensive chocolates a middle school kid could afford with a saved up allowance, but he was rejected.

No words were said, but the way the girl looked at him with disgust, eyeing him from head to toe, Seokjin knew he was rejected because of how he looks.

The second one was when he was in high school. He had already lost some weight but he still has his glasses and a haircut made by his own mother at home. This time, he went a little braver and wrote a poem for a girl and left it in her locker with a silver bracelet he had bought.

He watched from the side as the girl approached her locker and when the bracelet and poem fell on the floor, she picked it up. Seokjin also watched as she laughed at the poem with her friends, crumpling the paper into a ball and throwing it on the trash can with the bracelet.

The third one was during his College, when he started experimenting with his sexuality. This was the time he met Hoseok who’s openly gay, and as someone who stepped foot out of his sheltered life for the first time, Seokjin went along with Hoseok wherever he goes. Hoseok was more than delighted to give Seokjin every possible experience he could get.

Seokjin has matured a little now, but he still really doesn’t have the sense for style. Hoseok, thank God for him, helps him dress up accordingly. Because of him, Seokjin knew how to style himself and be confident little by little every time they went out.

The third one, he met in his first ever gay bar escapade with Hoseok. He was sitting awkwardly on the bar, sipping a glass of piña colada with a little umbrella. A guy approached Seokjin and complimented his handsome face, most especially his pink and plump lips. Seokjin thanked him and he tried flirting by complimenting the guy back.

One thing led to another and Seokjin found himself in the backseat of this random guy’s car, making out and touching everywhere. That’s where he also got his first blowjob in his life, and god did he feel so good.

He thought it would be a thing between him and the guy but the next time he saw the guy in their uni’s hallway, his wave was ignored. He was shocked and confused, this guy just sucked his dick a few nights ago and now he’s acting like he doesn’t know Seokjin.

That’s when Hoseok explained that it was probably just a one-night thing. Seokjin kept asking himself: is something wrong with him? Will he ever feel love for at least once in his life? 

Tired of the rejections, Seokjin promised himself to never fall in love again. He guarded his heart so much that he ended up not having any more friends other than Hoseok. Taehyung and Jungkook were later introduced to him by Hoseok, and Seokjin didn’t really care much about them before. But because they’re always stuck with Hoseok as if they were glued together, Seokjin slowly grew fond of them.

And now… God, why now? Why is his heart beating fast over a random stranger he met one drunken night? So what if RM was seductive? That’s literally his job. It just meant that RM is good at his job so why the hell is his heart acting like this?

He turned off his shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He had hoped the shower would help him relax, but for some reason it didn’t. He just headed out to his bedroom to change into his work clothes: a black long-sleeved polo shirt paired with a coat and dress pants.

Yes, it’s already 3 in the afternoon, and yes, he’s just on his way to the office. He’s his own boss anyway, and the best thing about it is he manages his own time.

He met with some clients, had a few meetings with his employees and when he heard his alarm ring, indicating that it’s already 7pm, he wrapped up his meeting with the last client.

Seokjin told his driver to get home early and that he’ll drive himself to a dinner he’s going to. He checked his watch to see that it was already 7:38pm and he was hoping that RM wasn't there yet. They agreed at 8 anyway.

When he arrived at the restaurant, the hostess immediately led him to their reserved table where he was surprised to see that RM was already sitting there, checking himself in the compact mirror he was holding.

Feeling someone approaching, RM looked up and smiled when he saw Seokjin.

“Have you been waiting long?” Seokjin asked, sitting down in front of RM and loosening his tie a little.

“No, you’re good.” RM shook his head. 

“I’m sorry, the meeting with my last client took a little longer than I expected.” Seokjin said with an apologetic look.

“It’s okay, really. I also just arrived.” RM said with a smile. “I didn’t expect us to meet in such a fancy place.”

“Oh, this?” Seokjin asked. “It’s the closest Japanese-Korean fusion restaurant I could find. The restaurant I told you about was fully-booked tonight, unfortunately.”

Just before Seokjin could even raise his hand to summon a waiter, RM held his hand and brought it back down to the table.

“Let’s get out of here.” RM said. “I know a lot of amazing places to eat.”

“Um, okay.” Seokjin nodded.

RM stood up with a smile and pulled him out of the restaurant. Seokjin looked down when he felt a small smile forming on his lips, feeling his ears get hotter and his face blushing harder.

They walked along the streets under the street lights, people walking here and there. RM’s hand is still holding his wrist and Seokjin doesn’t really have the heart to tell him to let him go. He likes the touch of RM’s long and delicate fingers wrapped around his wrist.

They stopped at one of the street food stands just around the corner of a plaza. RM smiled at the owner who greeted them enthusiastically and Seokjin nodded too. It was just a small truck converted into a small store but they serve their food hot and fresh.

“Two tteokbokki please.” RM said with a smile.

The owner served them two plates of hot tteokbokki with melting cheese on top. It looks like normal tteokbokkis but the serving was much larger than those in a restaurant.

It’s not like Seokjin has never eaten in the streets before, but he just hasn’t since they graduated College. He often gets food delivered at his home instead, and he often eats in fancy restaurants with his clients after a successful business meeting. Eating outside on the streets just never occurred to him.

“Eat up. They’re amazing.” RM said and blew on the single tteokbokki he stabbed with a toothpick.

Seokjin did the same and ate it once it’s all cooled down. It was a little bit spicy compared to the one he usually orders but it really tastes amazing. They ate in silence for a few minutes, blowing on their hot tteokbokki, before RM suddenly spoke.

“So,” RM said, mouth half-full. “Funny enough, I didn’t catch your name last night.”

“Oh, right.” Seokjin said. “I’m Seokjin.”

“Seokjin.” RM said, nodding. “You have a nice name. It has a ring to it.”

“My mom named me.” Seokjin said.

“Of course your mom named you, who else would?!” Seokjin was in disbelief at how stupid he can actually be.

“Um, anyway,” Seokjin tried to change the subject. “You don’t have work tonight?”

“Nah, I asked for a night off.” RM said, blowing on his tteokbokki in between. “I need time to relax and rest.”

“I can’t imagine how exhausting your work must be.” Seokjin said.

“Very exhausting, honestly, but it pays way more than the minimum wage so I just really have to endure each night.” RM said. “I’m just saving up money now. When I quit, I want to open my own library.”

“Oh?” Seokjin asked.

“Doesn’t seem like me, does it?” RM said with a chuckle.

“No. I mean, no it doesn’t not seem like you, I was just a little surprised.” Seokjin said. “Where would you want it to be?”

“Well, rents in Seoul are hella expensive so I might bring it to my hometown in Ilsan.” RM said. “I’m nowhere near my goal yet but I have a lot of books that I would like to share with people. It would be nice to have my own library where people would come to read and relax.”

“That’s actually a great idea.” Seokjin nodded. “It would be better if you also offer food or beverages. Reading feels better with food.”

“You’re right.” RM nods in agreement. “It would be the library of everyone’s dreams. Normal libraries don't allow food or drinks inside so imagine a library with that. It would be the star of the city.”

“Yeah.” Seokjin said with a smile. 

RM has finished his plate of tteokbokki and this time, he asked for soondae. He also got a stick of eomuk and a cup of its soup while he was waiting for his soondae.

“Sorry, I eat a lot.” RM said, blowing on his stick of fish cake.

“No, please, don’t mind me at all.” Seokjin assured him. “I’m glad to see you eating a lot. I was thinking since you had ramen last night, if you were able to eat well today. Eating instant noodles is not really ideal.”

“Yeah, I had a kimbap earlier.” RM said, nodding. “Are you one of those fitness gurus?”

“What? No.” Seokjin shook his head. “I barely workout.”

“Really?” RM asked. “You got nice shoulders for someone who barely works out.”

“Big bones.” Seokjin said.

They were a little quiet for a while, both enjoying the snacks they’re eating. It wasn’t an awkward or uncomfortable silence, it’s just silence.

“I should treat you to some actual food and not just snacks.” Seokjin suddenly said.

“Hm? I’m fine.” RM said, eating his second stick of fish cake.

“Come home with me.” Seokjin said.

“What?” RM asked, a little surprised.

“Come home with me.” Seokjin repeated nonchalantly. “Not to brag, but I actually make an amazing steak bibimbap.”

“How amazing?” RM teased. “Would it make me moan or make my eye roll until I see my brain, or something like that?”

"My friends are all over it." Seokjin said while nodding, completely missing the sexual innuendo in RM's remarks.

RM is confused. Did Seokjin not really notice it? Or was he acting like a fool? 

Once they were finished, the two fought over who would pay. While Namjoon was stronger and bigger, Seokjin had the advantage by shielding the way using his shoulders. The owner just watched them bicker and ended up taking Seokjin's money.

"You didn't have to do that, you know." RM said while they were walking back to the restaurant where Seokjin's car was parked. "I ate so much. I had seven fishcakes. Seven!"

"It's not that much." Seokjin said with a smile. "You ate well."

"It's my cheat day and my day off so I'm gonna have to clean everything off tomorrow." RM said, patting his belly. "Look, I'm pregnant. Is this what pregnancy looks like?"

"Probably worse since it's an actual human." Seokjin said.

"This size is probably from a fetus." RM said with a smile.

Seokjin opened the passenger seat's door for RM, a hand hovering over RM's head to avoid getting his head bumped on the door frame. Once he had settled in, Seokjin closed the door and jogged towards his side of the car.

They drove away from the restaurant and on the way to Seokjin's place with simple jazz playing in the background, the strong voice of the singer whispering in their ears.

"So jazz is your music?" RM asked.

"We can turn on the radio if you'd like." Seokjin said, his hand reaching for the radio but RM stopped him.

"No, it's okay." RM said. "I like it."

"Really?" Seokjin asked.

"Yeah." RM nodded. "It's surprisingly… calm. Like the feeling of everything falling into place."

They continued driving in silence, the slow jazz music filling the car. Seokjin looks over to the passenger seat where RM is, looking out at the window with a small smile on his lips. He smiled as well and went back to focus on driving.

Seokjin's life is boring, his family and friends make sure he doesn't forget about that. Even RM said he lives a boring life. But can they blame them for telling the truth? He lives a boring life. He wakes up, goes to work, eats, sleeps, and hangs out with Taehyung, Hoseok and Jungkook if he has enough energy left. But other than that, he has nothing to do with life.

Travel? Sure. But he hates riding planes. He hates the turbulence, and the thought that he's in a metal "cage" flying in the air makes him sick. That's why as much as he could, he refuses to fly for a business trip. He has his Zoom and Teams in his laptop, that should be enough for him to communicate with his international clients.

How about going to clubs? Seokjin thinks he's too old for that. He's 31 for God's sake, he thinks he's no longer fit to be there. The one time he did go to a bar by himself, just to mingle and meet people, the people who hit on him were literal babies in his eyes. Since when did 2000 babies get to enter a bar? They're still toddlers in his eyes yet there they were, hitting on him in a bar.

Seokjin is often mistaken to still be in his twenties, the youngest he was mistaken for was a 21-year-old. He does look younger for his age. Frankly, his soft and porcelain-like skin hasn't aged a day since he was twenty. He can't blame these children for mistaking him to be their age, but because of that, he never went back to a bar or any clubs.

Except the strip club that Taehyung, Jungkook and Hoseok basically forced him to go to. Now here he is, driving home with RM in his passenger seat, mentally checking if he has enough ingredients to make a bibimbap.

"Do you have soju at home?" RM asked as they hopped off the car. Before Seokjin could even jog to his side, RM had already opened his door.

"Soju, beer, gin, whiskey, take your pick." Seokjin said, locking his car.

"Ooooh." RM said in a teasing tone. "You're quite a drinker."

"They're not all for me." Seokjin said as they walked side-by-side to his building. "My friends often come over even when I'm not at home so I keep it stacked."

"So you're the rich guy in your friend group." RM teased as they rode the elevator.

"Hardly." Seokjin said, pressing his apartment's floor.

"Yeah, sure." RM said with a chuckle.

They get off at Seokjin's floor and he gets his thumb scanned on his door. He pushed his door open and RM was surprised to see the rich interior of Seokjin's apartment.

The walls were white and decorated with black frames and different artworks. The living room was huge and it looks like those luxury homes RM only sees on the internet. The kitchen was even better.

"You can wait on the couch, the remote is on the table." Seokjin said, removing his coat and hanging it on his coat rack. "Your coat?"

"Thank you." RM said, giving his coat to Seokjin.

"I'll be quick." Seokjin said, turning on the television first before heading to the kitchen.

Despite the television playing in front of RM, he still looked back from the couch to watch Seokjin cooking, his sleeves rolled up as he took the ingredients from the refrigerator. RM didn't think cooking could look this hot.

Seokjin's sleeves are rolled up, showing his strong forearms while cutting onions. His eyebrows are knitted together while strands of his hair fall on to his eyes, his serious face looking extra attractive in RM's eyes.

If RM is going to be honest, he already had his eyes on Seokjin since he saw him at the club last night. He has such a strong presence right at the very front of the stage, and RM thought he should put extra effort in front of him.

But when Seokjin approached him last night, he thought he's going to ask to sleep with him too. He was already pissed off with the number of people thrusting into him, asking him here and there, grabbing his ass and shit. By the time he was out, he was already pissed off.

Seokjin never tried to take advantage of him. RM knows he sounds insane, it literally hasn’t even been 24 hours yet, but during the time they were spending time together, Seokjin never tried to make him uncomfortable. He never held his hand or touched him anywhere, in fact, it was him who held Seokjin by the wrist to get out of the restaurant.

Seokjin has been nothing but respectful to him and RM never gets to feel that most of the time.

Whenever people recognize him on the streets, they take this as an invitation to catcall him, whistle at him and some even grope him. And RM is fed up. He tried reporting to the police once but he ended up getting laughed at and embarrassed by the authorities themselves. That’s why since then, he never tried again. He pushed people away, he got no one but himself, and no one will protect him from other people other than himself.

But here he is tonight, at the apartment of a stranger he met last night because he was curious about his good manners.

He chuckled at himself. He can’t believe he’s at a stranger’s house because he was treated with respect. Like how a normal human being should be treated.

“You’ve been staring quite long.” Seokjin suddenly spoke, snapping RM out of his thoughts. “Come here and try this.”

“Have I?” RM asked, feigning innocence as he walked towards where Seokjin is.

“Mmhmm.” Seokjin hummed. “Are you hungry already? I just need a few more minutes.”

“No, it’s fine, I can wait.” RM said, leaning back over the counter before pulling himself up to sit on the marble countertop, swinging his feet. “So, do you often take people home? Is your bibimbap your secret code to get guys home?”

“No.” Seokjin said, wearing plastic gloves as he assembled the bibimbap in a bowl while waiting for the steak to completely rest. “Other than my three friends, you were the first stranger I brought home.”

“Oh, so I’m still a stranger to you.”

“Technically.” Seokjin said with a shrug, “I don’t even know your real name.”

RM found his little banter adorable. He failed to hide his chuckle by turning his head down because now, Seokjin also has a small smile on his lips.

“Namjoon.”

Seokjin looked at him, not really expecting RM to tell him.

“My real name is Namjoon.”

“Oh.” Seokjin said. “I.. I didn’t expect you to tell me. I was just kidding, you don’t really have to tell me your real name.”

“You’re quite a worrier, aren’t you?” Namjoon said with a smile. “It’s fine. I’m comfortable enough with you to share it.”

“Okay. Namjoon.” Seokjin said. “You’ve got a nice name. Pretty name.”

“You think so?” Namjoon asked.

“Mmhmm.” Seokjin hummed. “Namjoon.”

“I’ve always hated my name since I was younger.” Namjoon shared, looking at his swinging feet. “Ever since I was a kid, I’ve always been big. Huge. People used ‘Namu’ as an insult because I was as huge as a tree.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that.” Seokjin said sincerely. “Your name is beautiful and being compared to a tree should be a good thing.”

“How so?” Namjoon asked. “They’re just huge.”

“Trees are strong and sturdy.” Seokjin said, cutting the meat gently. “It endures the strongest of storms and even the worst droughts yet, it remains standing tall.”

Namjoon did not speak and he just continued listening to Seokjin.

“Trees give us oxygen. How else would we breathe without them?” Seokjin said and took a piece of meat. “Here, try this.”

Namjoon opened his mouth and accepted the meat that Seokjin fed him. He was surprised at the juicy and very tender texture that the meat literally melted on his tongue.

“Is it good?” Seokjin asked.

“Fucking amazing.” Namjoon said.

Seokjin chuckled and finished up the bowl of bibimbap by putting the pieces of steak on top of the rice. He placed it on top of a small tray with a spoon and a pair of chopsticks, carrying it all to the dining table with Namjoon following him.

“Wow, this looks like from a five-star restaurant.” Namjoon said, sitting in front of Seokjin.

Seokjin just chuckled shyly as he served it to Namjoon. The latter mixed everything first, putting a bit of gochujang to have a bit of spiciness. Once mixed up, he took a spoonful and ate it.

The flavors are bursting into his mouth. The tenderness of the meat, the soft rice, the homemade kimchi, everything is just delicious.

“Where have you been all my life?” Namjoon said, his eyes closed to savor every single molecule of Seokjin’s food.

“Probably cooped up in this apartment.” Seokjin joked.

“Why did you only make one for me? How about you?” Namjoon asked.

“I’m still full from the tteokbokki and fish cake earlier.” Seokjin said. “Just go on and enjoy it, don’t mind me.”

“Let’s say if I, you know, drop by every now and then, will you make this for me?” Namjoon asked. “This is your fault for feeding me the most amazing meal I’ve ever had in my entire life.”

Seokjin just chuckled, resting his chin on his laced fingers. “You’re welcome to come anytime you want.”

“Every single bibimbap I’ll eat after this will taste like trash now.” Namjoon said. “This is also your fault.”

“I’ll take the blame.” Seokjin said with a chuckle.

“You cook really well, are you in the food industry? Perhaps a chef?” Namjoon asked.

“You can say that, yes.” Seokjin nodded.

“Come on, tell me about you.” Namjoon said. “I’ve already told you too much about me, time to tell me something about you. Do you have siblings? Where are you working? What’s up with life?”

“Well, um, no, I don’t have any siblings, I work in Hannam-dong and I honestly don’t know what’s up with life right now.”

“You’ve never been in a serious relationship before, have you?” Namjoon asked.

“Why?” Seokjin asked.

“You lack poor communication skills.” Namjoon said.

“Hey, I wouldn’t have hundreds of clients if I had poor communication skills.” Seokjin said with a small pout, crossing his arms and legs.

“You’re being so defensive.” Namjoon chuckled. “What I mean is, you’re not exactly the best at holding casual conversations. Work meeting with clients, you know what to say to them, you’re well-rehearsed before facing them. But since we’re talking casually, something you haven’t really prepared for, you don’t know what else to say.”

“Let’s assume what you’re saying is true.” Seokjin said.

“Oh, mister, this is not an assumption. This is an observation.” Namjoon said.

“I can communicate.” Seokjin said. “My friends and I always talk.”

“They’re your friends, they already know you.” Namjoon said. “But since I’m a new person, I’m a stranger, talking to me is a challenge. Isn’t it?”

“If someone’s interrogating you, who wouldn’t be challenged?”

“Interrogating?” Namjoon laughed. “Okay, let’s try it again. When was the last time you fell in love?”

“I’ve never been in love.” Seokjin answered.

“Engk! Wrong answer!” Namjoon said, showing a cross using his arm and shaking his head.

“What do you mean wrong answer?” Seokjin chuckled in disbelief. “I’ve never been in love in my whole life.”

“You’re 31 and you’re telling me you’ve never been in love? Bullshit.” Namjoon said. “Get some alcohol, arguing is more fun when you’re drunk.”

“You’re asking me?” Seokjin asked, pointing at himself.

“Yes, waiter, please hurry, I’m almost done with my food.” Namjoon teased.

“You’re unbelievable.” Seokjin said with a light laugh, standing up to get them some alcohol.

Namjoon laughed at himself and finished his bowl of bibimbap. He set aside the bowl and Seokjin arrived with two bottles of soju and two shot glasses . He went back to get cans of cold beer and two glasses as well.

Namjoon took the cans of beer and poured it over the glasses while Seokjin poured the soju on small shot glasses.

“So,” Namjoon said. “Tell me about your tragic life of not falling in love.”

“It’s not so tragic.” Seokjin said. 

“Your life is boring, how is that not tragic?” Namjoon teased.

“I can be fun when I want to.” Seokjin said.

“Then come on, show me your fun side.” Namjoon said with a smile. 

“It just comes out naturally, we can’t force it to come out.” Seokjin reasoned.

"You're really no fun." Namjoon said, leaning back on his chair. "How about this? I'll ask you questions and you will also ask me questions."

"Okay." Seokjin nodded, relaxing a bit. "That would be good."

"Okay so," Namjoon started. "Have you ever been rejected?"

"Yes." Seokjin answered.

"No fucking way." Namjoon said, completely surprised. "How many times?"

"That's another question, it's my turn." Seokjin said, pointing at him.

"Gosh, you really are no fun." Namjoon said with a chuckle. "Fine. What's your question?"

"How long have you been doing your job?" Seokjin asked.

"Hmm, since I was 22. Okay, back to you, how many times were you rejected?"

"Three times. Was it your first job?" Seokjin asked.

"No. Why were you rejected? Each of them please. That counts as one question." Namjoon asked, leaning forward to listen closely. "I'm curious how they rejected someone like you."

"Well, I wasn't really attractive or handsome when I was young." Seokjin said. "The first one eyed me from head to toe when I confessed so that's obviously a rejection."

"Wow, that's rude." Namjoon said, eyebrows furrowed.

"Yep. The second one read my poem and laughed at it then threw it in the trash." Seokjin said with a chuckle while Namjoon gasped.

"Meanie!" Namjoon said.

"That's high school." Seokjin chuckled. "Well the last one, it was my first time with a man. It was during College. We met at a bar, we made out, had a little hand and mouth action then ignored me in the hallways the next day."

"What the hell. Literally what the hell." Namjoon said. "Not even a hi or a thanks for last night?!"

"That's another question." Seokjin pointed out.

"Oh come on." Namjoon rolled his eyes. "Fine. Ask me now."

"Only answer if you're comfortable. You can refuse to answer it and I'll ask you a different question instead." Seokjin said.

"Okay." Namjoon answered with his heart pounding against his chest.

"Why did you start your job?" Seokjin asked. "You can not answer, of course. I'm just genuinely curious."

"It's okay." Namjoon smiled. "No one had actually asked me that before."

"Really?" Seokjin asked, quite surprised because that question has been in his mind since last night.

"That's another question," Namjoon teased, which made Seokjin chuckle. "But yeah, no one yet except you. I actually started it so I can continue College but a professor found out and got me kicked out."

"That's unreasonable." Seokjin said, his eyebrows knitted together. "You were just working."

"Yep." Namjoon said. "Well, after my parents found out they also kicked me out and the strip club is what keeps me alive since I was 22. Roughly seven years in a few months."

"I'm so sorry to hear that." Seokjin said.

"It's fine, I've moved on." Namjoon said, suppressing and hiding his feelings with a smile. "Alright, my turn."

The two continued exchanging questions which led to telling stories until they're down to five bottles of soju and seven cans of beer. Still, both of them are sober and not even tipsy.

The two had moved on the couch where the seat was more comfortable and Seokjin's television was playing Stranger Things . He really needs to catch up on it. They're downing Seokjin's expensive whiskey now, each of them holding a glass of it.

"So, I was just curious." Namjoon suddenly spoke.

"Yeah?"

"What was your first impression of me?" Namjoon asked, looking at Seokjin.

"My first impression of you?" Seokjin repeated.

"Yeah." Namjoon nodded.

Seokjin thought for a while, recalling his thoughts from last night when he first saw Namjoon.

"Well," Seokjin said, pausing the show on TV. "I thought you were amazing."

"Yeah?" Namjoon said with a smile, nodding to tell Seokjin to continue.

"You dance really well and seductively, and I applaud you for that, really." Seokjin said. "It's not easy to climb poles and do things with it, you know."

"Did you… you know…" Namjoon started shyly. "Get aroused?"

"I mean, everyone there did, I guess." Seokjin shrugged.

"I don't care about the others, I want to know if you got aroused by me." Namjoon asked, pushing his finger on Seokjin's chest. "Because I know you only had your eyes on me last night."

Seokjin was looking right at Namjoon's eyes, his beautiful dragon-like eyes batting at him seductively. He gulped, feeling the heat rushing through his body.

"Yeah." Seokjin nodded, his eyes darting from Namjoon's eyes to his lips. "I… did."

"I was curious about you too, you know." Namjoon said, his fingers crawling up to Seokjin's chest and he held his tie in his hand. "You were a new face. I've never seen you before."

"Yeah?" It was now Seokjin who wanted to know what else Namjoon would say about him.

"Mmhmm." Namjoon nodded, their faces only inches apart. "But I thought, there's no way a handsome face like that is single."

"No." Seokjin firmly answered. "I'm really single. I am."

"I know." Namjoon nodded. "I believe you."

"I am."

"What part of my dance did you like the most?" Namjoon asked.

"Everything." He nods.

"Did you like it when I grinded with the pole?" Namjoon asks.

"Yeah. I did." Seokjin answers as if he was already in a daze.

"I can do more than that. Hotter. Sexier." Namjoon asked, untying Seokjin's necktie. "Would you like to see it?"

"Yes." Seokjin nodded, too eagerly. "I want to see more."

Namjoon drank the rest of his whiskey and stood up, holding Seokjin's necktie in his hand. He pressed something in his phone before placing it on the coffee table, a slow and seductive music playing from its speakers.

Seokjin never thought taking clothes off could be so arousing but the way Namjoon unbuttons his pants and shirt, he feels his dick pulsating against his boxers.

Namjoon did not take off his buttoned up shirt all the way, he just let it open, exposing his chest. He threw his pants on the side and he straddled Seokjin's lap, placing his hand on his shoulders.

The two did not break eye contact even when Namjoon stole the glass of whiskey from Seokjin's hand, drinking the rest of it and taking the ice cube between his lips. He leaned back to place the empty glass on the table and he held Seokjin's hand, guiding it to touch his bare chest.

The touch of Seokjin's fingers were different from all the other hands that have tried to touch him. His hands were warm, and they felt delicate against Namjoon's skin. They feel new yet they feel comfortable.

Namjoon leaned forward, the ice cube touching Seokjin's plump lips. He slid it down Seokjin's neck while his hands unbuttoned his dress shirt. Seokjin let him, helping him unbutton the few buttons left on his shirt. Seokjin hissed at the cold touch of the ice cube on his naked chest as Namjoon went lower.

Namjoon gets off him and kneels between Seokjin's legs, pulling up the waistband of Seokjin's boxers and pushing the ice cube inside them using his tongue. He stood up and turned his back on Seokjin, displaying his round cheeks. He leaned forward, purposely sticking his butt out closer to Seokjin's face and he danced to the rhythm of the song: slow and seductive.

Seokjin was just watching, taking in this beautiful view in front of him. Namjoon got impatient and held Seokjin's hand, placing it on his butt. Seokjin gave it a squeeze this time and Namjoon obviously liked it. It's what he's been wanting to feel and the way Seokjin cups both of his cheeks and squeezes them, he likes it.

Namjoon turned around to face Seokjin again and straddled his lap again. This time, he leaned forward to capture Seokjin's lips on his and Seokjin returned the kiss hungrily. His hand involuntarily rested on the small of Namjoon's back and his other hand at the back of Namjoon's head, deepening the kiss.

A small moan escaped Namjoon's lips, loving the way Seokjin is being aggressive to him.

"Louder." Seokjin said in between.

Namjoon obliged, moaning louder and fingers entangled with Seokjin's hair. He started grinding his hips down on Seokjin, feeling his bulge albeit still clothed. This earned him a low groan from Seokjin who pulled away to catch his breath.

"You wouldn't want to go there." Seokjin said, shaking his head.

"I'd like to try it myself." Namjoon said before leaving another kiss on Seokjin's lips.

He gets off Seokjin's lap and kneels in front of him. He spread open Seokjin's legs and started unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. Once it's off, Namjoon can see how huge the bulge is against Seokjin's boxer which made him even more excited to see it.

"Can I?" Namjoon asked.

Seokjin leaned down on him with a smirk, his hands tilting Namjoon's chin up so he could look at him properly.

"It's all yours, kitten." Seokjin said, placing another kiss against Namjoon's lips.

The nickname made Namjoon feel tingly, loving the way it rings in his ears. He pulls off Seokjin's boxers to be surprised by the older's long and thick dick right in front of his eyes.

Namjoon couldn't help but lick his lips. He expected Seokjin to have the length, yes, but the girth of his length is something that surprised him. Oh, he can't wait to feel this inside of him.

"It's a shame no one gets to feel this." Namjoon said, wrapping his hand around Seokjin's dick, his long fingers touching the tip of it leaking with pre-cum.

"You can, baby." Seokjin said, looking down at him. "Feel it in your mouth."

Namjoon, like a very obedient puppy, did as Seokjin said. He licked it from the base and up to the tip where he tasted the salty pre-cum. He puts the tip inside his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

"Fuck, you're good." Seokjin breathed, his hand holding Namjoon's hair.

This encouraged Namjoon to sink down and take more of Seokjin's dick, the tip hitting the very back of his throat. There are tears forming in his eyes as he looks up at Seokjin whose eyes are closed and biting his bottom lip.

Namjoon started bobbing his head up and down slowly with Seokjin's hand guiding him gently. He sucked him for a few more times before he stood up, wiping away the drool on his lips. He straddled Seokjin again, hands on his shoulders, and captured his lips while his hands were unbuttoning Seokjin's shirt.

"Wanna take this to the bedroom?" Seokjin asked in between their fiery make out.

"Fuck yes." Namjoon breathed.

Seokjin carried him to his bedroom, Namjoon's legs wrapped around his waist. They continued making out on their way to the room and when they pulled away from each other, Seokjin started trailing kisses on Namjoon's chest.

He lays Namjoon on the bed, his silver necklace dangling over Namjoon's face. The younger playful took it in his mouth and Seokjin smirked, loving how playful Namjoon can be.

Seokjin threw his dress shirt on the ground and took something from the bedside drawer. He tears open a packet of condom and wears it on his still-erected dick while Namjoon watches him under the dim lights of Seokjin's room.

God, he's hot. Seokjin's fucking hot. His body glistening with sweat as he hovers above Namjoon, getting ready to fuck him with his long and thick dick. Just that thought was enough to send him spiraling and grinding against Seokjin.

"Eager, aren't we?" Seokjin teased with a smirk.

"Fuck me hard, daddy." Namjoon breathed.

"Oh, I will, kitten." Seokjin said, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

Seokjin removes Namjoon's boxers and lifts both of his legs up to his shoulder. Seokjin smirked when he realized that Namjoon had a buttplug inside him. He playfully pushed it deeper, earning him a moan from Namjoon.

"You prepared for it." Seokjin teased.

"I've been curious about how that handsome face of yours look when fucking me since last night." Namjoon playfully said.

"Since last night, huh?" Seokjin said, carefully removing the plug.

"Yeah." Namjoon breathed. "When you told me you weren't there to ask me for a one-night stand, it made me want you even more."

Seokjin chuckled and ran his middle finger along Namjoon's now-empty hole. The younger shivered, wanting to be filled immediately so he distracted himself by pulling Seokjin close and kissing him.

When they both pulled away, Seokjin aligned his dick to Namjoon's entrance, teasing it slightly with the tip. Namjoon moans both in pleasure and frustration. He loves the way it feels but he's frustrated that Seokjin is still not all the way inside of him.

"Fuck me, please." Namjoon pleaded.

"Patience, baby." Seokjin said. "Tell me if it hurts you, okay?"

"Okay." Namjoon nodded hastily.

Seokjin pushed himself inside Namjoon slowly, the younger one moaning and gasping loudly, fingers scratching Seokjin's arms that's holding his waist.

"Fuck, oh fuck." Namjoon moaned, his eyes tight shut and his back arching.

"God, you're still so tight even after that plug." Seokjin said, pulling out before pushing inside Namjoon again.

"Deeper, please, more." Namjoon said, already feeling breathless before they've even started.

"Tell me when it hurts, okay?" Seokjin said and Namjoon nodded.

Seokjin captured Namjoon's lips as he pushed inside him in one strong thrust. This made the younger gasp and he held tightly on Seokjin's shoulder, fingernails digging on his sweaty back.

Seokjin started with slow but deep thrusts and Namjoon's pretty sure he's already seeing stars. He doesn't know if it's because Seokjin makes him feel good or because it's been a while since he had been fucked good. Or maybe both.

"Does it hurt?" Seokjin asks, concern etched on his face.

"No, please, just fuck me." Namjoon said, pleading.

Seokjin did as Namjoon asked, burying his face on Namjoon's neck and biting down on it as he thrusted into him but this time at a faster pace. Namjoon let out a loud and audible moan, his nails digging in Seokjin's back.

Seokjin went down a little, his tongue massaging Namjoon's nipple. Namjoon held on to Seokjin’s hair, tugging at them lightly as Seokjin continued playing with his nipples while thrusting into him.

“Faster, please.” Namjoon breathed.

“Are you sure?” Seokjin asked and Namjoon just nodded.

This time, Seokjin was kneeling in front of Namjoon and he split open Namjoon’s knees to give him a better angle. He started thrusting in a faster pace, Namjoon’s moans getting rigged as he did so. He’s holding on to Seokjin’s arms again, eyes closed shut and mouth in the shape of an ‘O’.

Seokjin’s hands held Namjoon’s waist to keep him in place as he thrust into him at a faster and deeper pace, hitting all the right places. Namjoon’s not just seeing stars now, he’s sure he’s seeing the whole galaxy. He’s never been fucked this good in his life and god, does he want more of it.

Just as Namjoon was feeling close to the edge, he asked Seokjin to stop.

“Wait, stop, please.” Namjoon said, tears in his eyes.

Seokjin stopped and he leaned close to Namjoon, concern etched on his face.

“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you? We can stop completely and I’ll take care of –”

Before Seokjin could finish his sentence, Namjoon captured his lips to stop him from talking.

“You talk too much, you know?” Namjoon teased with a chuckle when he pulled away. “I was just gonna ask you to switch positions with me.”

“Oh.” Seokjin said and a small smile appeared on his lips.

“I want to ride you.” Namjoon said.

“Okay, baby.” Seokjin said, placing a soft kiss on Namjoon’s lips before they changed their positions, Seokjin’s laying on the bed now with Namjoon on top of him. God, it’s an even better view for Seokjin. The way the light illuminates Namjoon’s figure is something he wished to have seen sooner.

Namjoon leaned down on Seokjin, meeting face-to-face with him.

“I’ll give you the show of a lifetime.” Namjoon said with a smirk.

He held Seokjin’s erected dick in his long fingers and he sank down on it, feeling the familiar fullness he had earlier but this time he has the control. And it feels so goddamn good. He moved in a circular motion, feeling the tip of Seokjin’s dick stimulate his G-spot and he sank even deeper, overstimulating himself with pleasure.

He started bouncing up and down, the tip of Seokjin’s dick hitting him right on the spot everytime. Seokjin loves the way Namjoon’s chest bounces up and down along with him, he couldn’t help but cup one in his hand, his other hand holding his waist to keep Namjoon steady.

Seokjin is grateful his apartment has very thick walls and his neighbors can’t hear what they’re doing. Namjoon is very vocal, which adds to Seokjin’s pleasure and he’s thankful for his walls or his neighbors would’ve called the police on them already.

“Mmhm, close. Close.” Namjoon moaned.

“Let me help you, kitten.” Seokjin said.

With that being said, Seokjin held Namjoon’s waist to keep him steady and they met halfway; Seokjin thrusting inside Namjoon and Namjoon bouncing on Seokjin’s dick. They found their rhythm — a fast one — and Namjoon’s moans get more ragged the faster they go.

“C-close. Fuck, Seokjin.” Namjoon moaned, as he fell on top of Seokjin, strings of white cum covering his and Seokjin’s chest.

Seokjin wrapped an arm around Namjoon, still thrusting inside him as he chased his high. He let out a loud moan of ‘fuck, Namjoon. Fuck’ and he came inside Namjoon, filling up the condom he’s wearing. He started slowing down until he came to a full stop.

The room was filled with their panting, chasing their breaths. Namjoon chuckled when he sat up and slowly got up from Seokjin’s dick and laid beside him.

God, it was a good fuck. The best, even. Namjoon’s still seeing stars on Seokjin’s ceiling, his face and body covered in sweat despite the room’s air conditioning, and the best part of it all is how much his insides are screaming for more.

Seokjin sat up and removed his cum-filled condom, throwing it on the trash can just beside his bed. He’ll throw it away later. He reached for his bedside drawer and took out a pack of wet wipes, taking some and facing Namjoon who’s obviously still in a high. Well, Seokjin is too but he needs to clean them up before their cum dries up on their body.

“I’m gonna clean you up, okay?” Seokjin said and Namjoon just nodded.

With the wet wipes in his hand, he gently cleaned up the cum on Namjoon’s abs and he carefully cleaned the outside of his hole too, knowing that it probably still hurts for Namjoon. Once he’s done with Namjoon, he went to the bathroom to clean himself up.

Now, Namjoon is overthinking everything. Did he do the right thing? What is he gonna do now? Seokjin will probably toss him aside now that he’s done with him. Right?

God, he’s stupid. Namjoon is so stupid. He shouldn’t have given in with his horny thoughts. He should’ve pushed it away, shoved it even in the very back of his brain but here he is now, laying in Seokjin’s bed after the best sex he’s had in his life.

He sighed and sat up. It’s time to dress up and leave. Maybe that’s why Seokjin went to the bathroom, to give Namjoon space to dress up and leave now. He has nothing to do with him now anyway so there’s no point in Namjoon staying there.

The problem is, it hurts to stand up. He forced himself to stand up, his legs shaking as he picked up some of his clothing on the floor.

The bathroom door opened and Seokjin was confused to see Namjoon was already standing up.

“Where are you going?” Seokjin asked, holding a warm towel in his hand.

“Um, leaving.” Namjoon said. “I assume you’d want to be alone?”

Seokjin chuckled. “I thought you would’ve at least known me by now but it doesn’t look like it.” He said, sitting down on the bed. “Get back here in bed, I’m not yet done with cleaning you.”

Namjoon tries to hide the smile on his face as he sits back down on the bed.

“Lay down so I can clean you better.” Seokjin said.

Namjoon obliges and he closes his eyes when he feels the warm towel on his stomach. It feels so good to be taken care of after sex and Namjoon can’t understand why Seokjin is even doing this for him.

He’s used to quick fucks then leaving after. He doesn’t even get the chance to clean up before leaving so when he gets home, he’s full of dried cum. And it definitely doesn’t feel good.

Seokjin places a kiss on Namjoon’s stomach once he’s done and he smiles at him.

“All clean.” Seokjin said.

“Stop, you’re making my heart beat fast.” Namjoon said.

“Do I now?” Seokjin asked with a cheeky grin, leaning forward to Namjoon and placing a kiss on his lips, making Namjoon smile too. “Stay here, I’ll be back. I’ll get you some fresh pajamas.”

“Okay.” Namjoon said with a tiny voice.

Seokjin went to the bathroom to return the towel and then to his closet where he wore clean underwear and some pajama bottoms. He rummaged in his drawers and pulled out a pair of new underwear and took it with a pair of clean pajamas. He handed it over to Namjoon as he sat on the bed.

Namjoon took it and wore them. Now he’s sitting awkwardly on the edge of Seokjin’s bed while Seokjin was laying on the bed. He looked back at him and it looked like he was waiting for him.

“Aren’t you getting your complimentary after-sex cuddles?” Seokjin asked with his arms open.

“Are you sure you’ve never had sex with a stranger before?” Namjoon asked, crawling to Seokjin’s arms.

“Nope.” Seokjin said, wrapping an arm around Namjoon’s neck and pulling him close to him. “Had a few boyfriends and girlfriends though.”

“Girlfriends?” Namjoon asked, looking up at him. “You had girlfriends? I thought you'd never fallen in love?”

“Yeah.” Seokjin nodded. “They were purely sexual relationships. I’m still a man with needs, you know.”

“Sure, I understand that but you had girlfriends?” Namjoon asked, playing with Seokjin’s fingers.

“What can I do, I’m irresistible.” Seokjin said.

“Yeah, sure.” Namjoon said with a chuckle, teasingly rolling his eyes.

“What, you don’t believe me?” Seokjin asked, holding Namjoon’s chin so he could look at him. Namjoon was looking at him with a cheeky smile and shook his head. “You can’t even resist me tonight.”

“For your information, sir, you were the one who was charmed by me.” Namjoon said, holding Seokjin’s cheeks together.

“Because you seduced me.” Seokjin said.

“Still.” Namjoon said with a victorious smile. “I charmed you twice in less than 24 hours.”

“Now that’s something I can’t deny.” Seokjin said, tilting Namjoon’s chin to kiss his lips.

They talked through the night and Seokjin was the first to fall asleep, his face buried on Namjoon’s back. Namjoon turned around to face him, watching how peaceful Seokjin looked while sleeping. Almost like an angel if you ask him. He’s got really long and beautiful eyelashes, his cheeks glowing with natural blush, and lips still red from all the make out they did through the night and even before Seokjin fell asleep.

That’s one of the things Namjoon noticed about Seokjin. He likes kissing. A lot, actually. He kisses Namjoon at every chance he gets, every part of Namjoon he could reach. Namjoon blushed just thinking about it, the way his soft lips feel against his, the way it touches his body like he’s already familiar with him.

Namjoon brushed Seokjin’s hair that’s falling on his eyes. He wonders if they could be something more. Fuck, this was the first time Namjoon ever thought of being more with someone. Is he that desperate to feel love? That his mind illusions a good fuck with it?

Namjoon sighs and brushes his fingertips on Seokjin’s soft cheeks. He placed a kiss on the tip of Seokjin’s nose and he slowly fell asleep while watching Seokjin.

When Namjoon woke up in the morning, he was covered with thick duvets and the other side of the bed was empty. He sat up and rubbed his eyes of the sleep while he removed the duvets over him. He yawned and jumped out of the bed, picking up his pieces of clothing on the floor.

When he got out, he was greeted with the smell of freshly-cooked pancakes and some old music coming out of the speakers. He sees Seokjin cooking shirtless in the kitchen, still in his pajamas and his hair looking like a bird’s nest and yet, even his back is the most attractive Namjoon has ever seen.

Namjoon hears a small voice singing which is obviously from Seokjin. He smiled, hearing Seokjin sing along while cooking, grooving a little to the sound of the saxophone. When Seokjin turned around to put the fluffy pancakes he made on a plate, he was surprised to see Namjoon and, frankly, a little embarrassed because Namjoon probably heard him sing.

“Oh, hi. You’re up.” Seokjin said, carefully transferring the pancake to the plate.

“Hi.” Namjoon smiled. “Yes, I am.”

“I made some blueberry pancakes.” Seokjin said with a smile while dusting the souffle pancakes he made with powdered sugar.

“Thank you.” Namjoon said, tiptoeing to place a soft peck on Seokjin’s lips.

Before Namjoon could pull away from him, Seokjin held his chin to give him a deeper and proper kiss. He felt Namjoon’s smile against his lips and when he pulled away, he smiled at him too.

“Come on, let’s eat.” Seokjin said, taking their plates.

Once sat, Seokjin poured a nice glass of milk on Namjoon’s glass, the other with water. He thanks him and it’s only then did Namjoon realize that listening to some old music in the morning is actually quite relaxing. It felt like everything was okay.

“Do you often listen to that music?” Namjoon asked, cutting his pancake.

“Oh, yeah.” Seokjin nodded, taking a sip of his milk first before eating. “Do you wanna change it to another one?”

“No, please, I like it.” Namjoon said with a smile. “It’s oddly relaxing in the morning.”

“Yeah.” Seokjin nodded in agreement. “I always listen to it when I’m working or even before I go to the office.”

Namjoon simply nodded and wow, the pancakes are absolutely delicious. It’s almost like a cake, so soft and fluffy.

“Thank you for the breakfast, by the way.” Namjoon said. “I wasn’t really expecting it.”

“I should be sorry this is all I could prepare this morning.” Seokjin said. “I have a meeting in 15 minutes so I kinda had to rush it.”

“In 15 minutes?” Namjoon said. “I should be leaving now so you can get to work.”

“No, please, stay.” Seokjin said, holding Namjoon’s arm. “I just have one meeting today. I was thinking if we could spend the day together. You know, just talk and relax. Without alcohol this time. Unless, of course, you have other plans today, then I should let you go.”

“No.” Namjoon shook his head and Seokjin waited for more of his answer.

“No?” Seokjin asked when he didn’t get more of Namjoon’s answer.

“No, I’d like to stay here with you.” Namjoon said.

“Okay.” Seokjin smiled and they both got back to eating breakfast.

After breakfast, Seokjin gave Namjoon a kiss before retreating to his bedroom to prepare for his meeting. Namjoon bit his lip to stop himself from smiling because there’s no reason he should be feeling like a giggly teenager in love right now. Seokjin simply likes kisses, that’s all.

After breakfast, Namjoon did the honor of washing the dishes they used. Once finished, he heard Seokjin talking in a foreign language with a client. He figured it was Japanese, and he spoke so firmly and eloquently with the old man on his computer.

Namjoon just watched him from Seokjin’s bedroom door, arms crossed in front of his bare chest. God, he’s really so attractive. Namjoon doesn’t mind having a sexual relationship with him so long as he sees Seokjin. With a god-like face like that, there’s no doubt a lot of people are lining up for him.

When Seokjin said last night that he had girlfriends, he didn’t doubt it for a second. He was just teasing him. He knew that his perfect face can get him both men and women, plus his manners and the way he takes care of Namjoon, he wonders why Seokjin remains unwed.

Namjoon let the time pass by playing a game on his phone and he didn’t even notice Seokjin finished until he felt a kiss on his cheek. A smile was immediately on Namjoon’s lips and when he looked at Seokjin, he’s still wearing his dress shirt and a coat, his necktie loosened already. Since the meeting was just online, Seokjin was still in his pajamas.

“Hey.” Seokjin said, sitting on the couch beside Namjoon. 

“Hello, Mr. Kisser.” Namjoon said, pulling him closer by his necktie. “How did your meeting go?”

“It was okay. I’ve been working on that client for two weeks now so we were just closing the deal.” Seokjin said.

“Ooh, business talk, that’s so sexy.” Namjoon said teasingly.

“Sorry.” Seokjin chuckled. “Anyway, do you have anything in mind for lunch?”

“Surprise me.” Namjoon said.

“Really, huh?” Seokjin asked.

When Seokjin held Namjoon’s chin, Namjoon already knew that he’s going to get kissed. Seokjin gives him many pecks, while Namjoon is sitting there, smiling like a fool.

“Am I giving too many kisses?” Seokjin asks, stopping from giving Namjoon pecks.

“No, I need more.” Namjoon said.

“Okay.” Seokjin chuckled and gave him one last long kiss. “So I was just thinking last night.”

“Yeah? What were you thinking about?” Namjoon asks, his head resting on Seokjin’s arm while looking at him.

“How you make my heart beat fast ever since I first laid my eyes on you.” Seokjin said.

“You’re probably just horny, Seokjin.” Namjoon chuckled.

“No.” Seokjin shook his head. “I mean yes, sure, that’s part of it, but other than that, just thinking of you made my heart beat fast.”

“You were thinking of me?” Namjoon asked.

“Yeah.” Seokjin nodded. “Too creepy?”

“No.” Namjoon shook his head. “I like it.”

“Really?” Seokjin asked.

“Yeah.” Namjoon nodded. “And for the record, you make my heart beat fast too.”

“I do?” Seokjin asked.

“Oh come on, don’t be so surprised.” Namjoon chuckled. “You’re handsome, you took great care of me the whole night, you were honestly the first one to make me feel that special.”

“All I did was the bare minimum.” Seokjin said.

“Yet you’re the first one who did it for me.” Namjoon said. “I’ve had sex with people before but it’s often just sex and leave. But you took care of me, made me breakfast, and now I’m here on the couch with you.”

Seokjin smiled. “You were amazing last night. And I want to get to know you more.”

“But why?” Namjoon asked. “Have you forgotten that I’m a stripper?”

“No, of course I know you’re a stripper.” Seokjin said. “But I want to get to know you more. Why else would I ask you to dinner?”

“Because you were being nice?” Namjoon said.

“No, no.” Seokjin chuckled. Namjoon is so adorable. “I asked you because I found you interesting and I wanted to get to know you more.”

“But… no one wanted to get to know me before.” Namjoon said. “No one ever wants to.”

“Well, I want to.” Seokjin said. “I’m thankful my friends dragged me into that strip club because I met you. I want to know your past, I want to know everything about you, I want to be familiar with you.”

Namjoon smiled at him and placed a kiss on Seokjin’s lips. He intertwined their fingers together and he deepened their kiss, Seokjin laying on the couch with Namjoon above him.

“Wanna take it to the bedroom?” Namjoon asks.

“I’d really love to but,” Seokjin said, his arms wrapped around Namjoon’s waist. “I need to catch up on Stranger Things. ”

Namjoon laughed and got off Seokjin, pulling him up to sit. Seokjin kissed him again and placed his arm around Namjoon’s shoulders while the younger one cuddled up on him.

“So, tell me all about this series of yours.” Namjoon said, looking up at Seokjin who’s already smiling while turning on the television.