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Officer Kim Namjoon rotated his steering wheel as the navy blue and white car turned around corner of the highway. His partner Officer Jung Hoseok tapped away on his laptop as he finished up his report from the sweep of the highway they were in charge of. It was a slow night with rarely any reports coming from the intercom. The dark of the night hugged every curb as the white headlights of the few cars illuminated the dark highway. “Ugh I’m hungry… Namjoon lets get something to eat,” Hoseok stated as he stretched his arms above his head. His biceps were on show from the short sleeved navy blue uniform sliding down his arms. The golden of the name tag glistened in the shallow light. “Yeah sounds good, lemme pull ove—” Namjoon didn’t have time to complete his sentence when a silver Mercedes Benz zoomed past in front of their car. Namjoon was lucky Hoseok was able to switch to parking mode or else they would’ve had a head on collision. Hoseok looked at Namjoon wide eyed. Not only had the Benz been speeding, it passed through two red lights and almost crashed into the police car. Namjoon’s eyes were steely as his grip on the wheel tightened and his partner activated the sirens. The Benz was way ahead of them speeding being the main factor. There was no way he was going 70 miles per hour. The driver of the Benz finally seemed to notice the police car and started to slow down and stop near the middle of one of the shoulders. Namjoon pulled up behind the Benz as he got ready to roast the driver alive. He unbuckled his seatbelt rather harshly as Hoseok opened the car door and stepped out. The gleaming of the Mercedes Benz logo almost intimidated him and it pissed him off even more knowing the driver was probably a stuck up rich kid. Namjoon made his way to the door of the driving seat while Hoseok went to the passenger one. Namjoon banged harshly on the door as the window rolled down. The face was unclear due to the darkness inside the car but Namjoon’s glare was prominent. “Get out of the damn car, now.” ~*~ Min Yoongi knew it was a bad idea. He knew something was gonna happen but he still went. It started when he had come over to spend some time with his half brother in the lavish thirty story apartment. He should’ve known from the look in his brother’s eyes that he was up to some type of trouble . “Yoongiiiiiiiii! You HAVE to come with me! You have to!” His spoiled older brother, Kim Seokjin, screamed in his ear as he crushed Yoongi’s small frame in his hug. Yoongi’s eyes twitched in annoyance as be tried to pry the long arms wrapped around him. “Please, Yoongi, please! Dad is out for the weekend and I want to try the new Benz he bought! I saw him park it in the garage and I just HAVE TO!” The twenty one year old begged his unwilling twenty year old brother as he rubbed their cheeks together. He put on his best pouty face and puppy eyes. Yoongi sighed, “Jin you don’t even have a driving licence, if you get caught you are going to be behind bars. Plus if dad finds out we’re both gonna be roasted alive!” Jin sighed dramatically, “Don’t be such a worry wart! I’m just gonna take it for a spin around the block, we’ll be back in the garage before people even see us.” Yoongi looked into his brother’s eyes. Although reluctantly he agreed, he can’t leave his friend on the streets by himself. Yoongi gripped his denim jacket when he had the feeling of doubt rise in his stomach. He stared into the mirror Jin had displayed on the wall and examined his face. It was twisted in worry as his legs slightly shook in his tight pants. Jin finally walked out of his room wearing ripped jeans and a black sweater and hooked his arms with Yoongi’s arm and walked out of the apartment. They made their way to the elevator to the garage while Jin happily twirled the keys im his fingers. Yoongi was getting a bad feeling in his stomach but he gulped it down as he appointed the responsibility of looking after his *older* brother from danger. Jin skipped happily to the Mercedes their father recently bought. The luster of the car shined and sparkled as the logo was displayed in the front. The tires looked completely new and the mirrors were adjusted to perfection. Jin quickly unlocked the car and opened the door to the driver’s seat. The seats smelled of expensive leather and the slide onto them was smooth. “Ahhh, this car smells so good. I can’t wait to drive it!” Jin squealed as he inserted the key. The engine roared to life and the car vibrated. Jin was ready to drive but Yoongi forced him to buckle his seatbelt first. Yoongi wasn’t even done buckling his seatbelt when the Benz swerved to one side. Oh god, Yoongi thought as his brother swerved the car out of the driveway nearly crashing into four cars in a row. Yoongi realized in that moment, knuckles white form his grip on the car’s overhead handle, why Jin never passed his driving tests. “Yah yah YAH!” Yoongi screamed everytime Jin came close to bumping into another car in the pitch black night. Then Yoongi quickly turned on the headlights and the rear lights of the car as stupid Jin forgot to do them himself. “Whooohooo!” Jin cried as he stomped on the gas pedal sending Yoongi’s head back at the force the car zoomed forward and past a red light. He realized too late that Jin would NEVER stay on their street and would instead move to the highway. For a split second Yoongi thought he saw a police car but he just dismissed it as his brain going haywire. Yoongi’s heart stopped when he heard the siren behind them and saw the flashing red lights. “Fuck! Jin, the cops are after us what are we gonna do?!” Yoongi shouted to his friend who looked completely calm. “Don’t fret Yoongi, we’ll be fine. Either they’ll recognize me and let me go or secretary Kang will get us out.” Jin explained as he stopped the car on the edge of the shoulder. Yoongi’s heart was stuck in his throat but he forced himself to keep a calm demeanor. He won’t lie when he says he flinched at the loud bang on the side of the car. Jin rolled down his window and the officer gritted out, “Get out of the damn car, now.” There was a knock on Yoongi’s window as well as a handsome face locked eyes with him and motioned him to get out. Jin sighed dramatically as he slowly unbuckled his seatbelt. Yoongi cursed him internally as he himself rushed to get out of the car. The officer outside his window was a head and a half taller than him and looked at him with disappointment in his eyes. Yoongi’s eyes trialed down to the shiny badge that had the words “Officer Jung” engraved in them. Namjoon was shocked at the beauty that stepped out of the car that he lost his composure for a minute. The man’s black hair shined in the dark as his pale skin contrasted with it. Shiny chocolate eyes and plump red lips adorned the face free of blemishes. The black sweater and ripped jeans added to his youthful beauty as he finally looked up at Namjoon. Namjoon cleared his throat, “Do you know how fast you were going there?” Namjoon seethed out, his initial anger returning. Jin had the nerve to raise his eyebrows and look inside the car to check his speed. “Officer I’m not sure, it says 0 miles per hour now,” Namjoon gritted his teeth at the arrogant tone of the youth. “You were going 112 miles an hour in a 70 miles an hour highway. Where’s your driver’s liscence?” Namjoon questioned as the man shrugged. “Don’t have it with me.” The handcuffs on Namjoon’s waist seemed a bit heavy at that moment. “What’s your name?” Namjoon questioned again. The man smirked and replied, “Kim Seokjin” with a smug tone. Why is he being so smug, Namjoon thought as he typed the name in the system and came up blank. “You’re not even a registered driver! Why are you speeding on the highway with a passenger?!” Namjoon nearly shouted as he watched Jin roll his eyes. “So? I’m Kim Seokjin,” Jin stated as he raised his hands which Namjoon easily grabbed and handcuffed. “Well Kim Seokjin you’re under arrest.” Yoongi was by now about to collapse from his panic as he stepped on Jin’s foot harshly. He was making it way worse for them by showing attitude. “Officers I apologize for his attitude but please let us go this time,” Yoongi timidly asked as all eyes turned to him. “And you are coming with us for being an accomplice,” Officer Jung stated as he grabbed Yoongi’s thin arm with force. “What about my car, though?” Jin asked as it he was escorted to the police car. He didn’t get an answer and he and Yoongi were stuffed into the backseat. Yoongi sunk his nails into Jin’s thigh as he panicked. Now both Jin and himself were in trouble. He could already see the punishment their father was gonna give them. The ride to the police station was quiet save for the questioning of the police officers. Jin kept on giving snarky remarks as Yoongi finally shut him up and answered for them. Upon entering the station the brothers went their separate ways with their separate officers. Yoongi pleaded for Jin not to provoke the officer but Jin just rolled his eyes. In the interrogation room Jin’s hands were handcuffed in front of him as the police officer sorted through his papers and occasionally asked questions. “You do know how much trouble you’re in now, right? Driving without a license can get you some months in jail,” Namjoon explained watching Jin arrogantly focus on his nails. “Yeah yeah blah blah, Officer when you have money like me that kinda thing doesn’t matter so it’s best for both of us if you just let me go,” Jin stated arrogantly while Namjoon clenched the papers in anger.“No, money will not get you out of this one. It’ll have to go through many stages of the court and whether they accept a bail. You father will be notified as well and he won’t have much power over the court,” Namjoon exaggerated finally seeing a flicker of fear in Jin’s eyes. He felt bad for lying to him but he needed to be put into place and understand the graveness of the situation. Jin walked around the table and stood in front of Namjoon’s chair. He seductively linked his handcuffed wrists around Namjoon’s neck and sat on his thighs. “But officer, I’m sure you can make some… exceptions,” Jin whispered seductively as Namjoon’s eyes remained unimpressed. “Get off of me,” Namjoon commanded as he squeezed Jin’s hip harshly. Jin pouted as his strategy didn't work and suddenly crashed his lips with Namjoon’s. Jin squeezes his eyes shut as he concentrated his inexperienced lips on Namjoon’s soft ones. Namjoon stayed unresponsive as Jin shyly licked the bottom lip. Jin’s fingers made their home in the back of Namjoon’s head and clenched at the soft locks. Jin separated from the kiss as Namjoon’s eyes hinted a ounce of anger. Namjoon pulled the back of his sweater making Jin lose his balance on his lap. “Be serious,” Namjoon commanded as he pulled Jin off his lap. “You’re so uptight… don’t you want to have fun sometimes? Besides, who would want to waste an opportunity to have sex with me?” Jin stated as he huffed out his arrogance. In reality he had no experience at all and he was taking risks because his dad would cut off all his privileges once he finds out. Namjoon thought for a second and he itched to put the arrogant beauty in his place. Namjoon smirked, “Okay, come here,” Namjoon stated lowly as his eyes glinted with a dangerous light. Jin’s heart jumped with joy that the officer had given in but it turned to worry as Namjoon patted his thighs. I’m actually doing this, Jin thought and gulped before nervously sitting down facing Namjoon’s clothed crotch. Jin stared up lost at Namjoon as butterflies fluttered in his stomach. “Go ahead,” Namjoon commanded as Jin bit his plump red bottom lip. Jin’s handcuffed hands shook as he unbuckled the belt around Namjoon’s waist. Metal on metal clinked as Jin unbuttoned the button and pulled down Namjoon’s fly. The black boxers stood imposingly in front of Jin’s face. Jin’s eyes widened as he spotted the large imprint of the crotch that was still soft. Jin was regretting his choice but he swallowed down the doubt and pulled the dick from its confines. The muscle twitched from his touch as he stared at the intimidating size of it. “Don’t just stare at it, do something,” Namjoon demanded making Jin scowl. “I am going to! Stop rushing me,” Jin stated as he stroked the shaft from the top to the bottom, squeezing every once in a while. Namjoon bit his lip to stop the growl from leaving his throat. The pale hands glided across the semi hard dick as Jin’s thumb played with the beads of precome on the head. Jin’s cheeks heated up as he felt the pulsating organ in his hands and crossed over the slight bumps of veins. “Are you just gonna fap me the entire time?” Namjoon remarked as he looked down teasingly at the dumbfounded Jin. The tips of Jin’s ears blossomed red as he admitted he did not want to take it in his mouth. “Open your mouth,” Namjoon whispered darkly watching Jin hesitate. Namjoon’s nimble fingers gripped Jin’s jaw and let out a chuckle. “You’re trying to whore your way out of this but you hesitate to give a simple blowjob?” Jin’s cheeks flushed darker from the accusation. “I know what I’m doin—” Jin paused mid sentence as he choked on Namjoon’s dick. The organ went straight to the back of his throat as Namjoon pushed Jin’s face onto his cock. “Let’s shut up that arrogant mouth of yours, huh?” Namjoon questioned as he enjoyed gagging Jin on his dick like a sorry excuse of a whore. Jin squeezed Namjoon’s thighs as his airflow was blocked from the intrusive muscle. Namjoon relented and let him take coughing breaths before he forced Jin back onto his dick. Jin’s mind went haywire as he struggled to fit the entirety of the organ in his mouth. Everytime it nudged the back of his throat his gag reflex would start and he would start to retch. Namjoon let out a pleasured sigh as he thrusted into Jin’s open mouth. He stared down at the plump red lips wrapped around his rod reaching down to press on one of them. Namjoon lovingly stroked the blemish free cheeks as the sparkling eyes were shut in concentration. Namjoon felt his stomach clench and the familiar feeling approach as he stilled his dick inside Seokjin’s mouth. The feeling grew tighter before he released hard inside the waiting mouth. Jin coughed as the blast of cum hit the back of his throat making him choke. Namjoon internally moaned at the sight of Jin’s perfect lips coated with cum dripping to his neck. He watched the blob of his Adam’s apple as Seokjin swallowed the liquid. Jin was left a coughing mess as he wiped his mouth with his sweater paws. Jin weakly glared up at Namjoon as he caught his breath. “Ok I did it, now let me go,” Jin commanded as he stood up from his position on the floor. Namjoon couldn’t help but laugh. Did he really think a blowjob was going to get him out of the mess he was in? At first Namjoon just wanted to scare him for a little bit but now seeing the arrogant beauty finally being taught his place made his ego jump with joy. “You really don’t know how fucked you are?” Jin gave him a confused look. “You were speeding at more than 100 miles per hour which would have regular drivers’ license removed but you don’t even have that. AND you were driving without a license which is six months in jail. Combine those together and that’s at least one year in jail and trust me with your face your ass won’t last a half a day…” Namjoon warned finally seeing the full blown fear in Jin’s eyes. Jin bit his lip as his chocolate eyes stayed downcast. He slowly walked over to Namjoon again, the handcuffs clinking with each step. Seokjin gripped the sleeve of Namjoon’s uniform as he laid his head on Namjoon’s broad chest. “I-I’m sorry, I’ll do more… don’t make me go to jail, please…” he whispered as Namjoon felt soft tears land on his uniform. Namjoon’s heart clenched seeing the tears and he almost felt bad for scaring him. He linked his arms around the broad shoulders as patted Jin’s charcoal locks. “Don’t cry,” Namjoon stated as he placed a caste kiss on the side of his head. Namjoon couldn’t take it anymore as he finally gave up on his plan. Namjoon guided Seokjin back to the chair making him sit as he returned back to his chair and zipped his pants. He took the papers back in hands as Jin wiped his tears. Noticing the zipped pants, Jin’s eyes widened as his heart started beating faster. Seokjin gripped at the papers in Namjoon’s hands as the tears started again. “Wait please let me do it! Please, I don’t want to go there…” Jin begged with teary eyes making Namjoon have a lost for words. “I-I’ll do it really good, the best you’ll ever have. I promise…” Jin stated as Namjoon sighed. Namjoon motioned back to his lap and Jin felt some of the anxiety leave. He walked over to Namjoon again and leaned against the table. Seokjin’s handcuffed hands slowly opened and pulled down his own pants and boxers for Namjoon’s eyes. His dick was limp from the fear earlier as he slowly stroked it back to hardness. Seokjin climbed onto the table as his hands shook as he glided them to his hole. He bit the inside of his cheeks to keep the tears at bay. Seokjin knew what gay sex was but he had never fingered himself back there. Jin held his breath as he inserted his pointer finger in, face clenching at the uncomfortable feeling. Seokjin inserted the finger in and out but he hesitated from inserting a second one in. Yoongi has told him back in high school when he came out that it hurts when there’s something bigger than one finger. Jin sniffed and Namjoon got the message and inserted his own pointer finger along with Jin’s. Jin gasped at the stretch as his thighs shook. He was about to give up but then he realized it’s better to do it once than to be forced to do it everyday for a whole year. Namjoon’s fingers started moving expertly making the uncomfortable feeling fade. Jin moaned loudly and jerked up when Namjoon’s finger nudged his prostate. The two fingers fucked him open and Jin knew it was a matter of time before a third one entered. Jin gasped in pain as Namjoon second finger entered. To relieve the pain Jin took out his own finger. “I-it hurts…” Jin whispered as Namjoon inserted three fingers. Jin gripped the edges of the table as his mouth opened in pained moans. Jin thanked the heavens when Namjoon continued to finger him until the pain completely faded. The painful experience was making the anxiety in his stomach peek again at the thought of Namjoon’s dick inside him. He almost started crying again but reminded himself that this was the only way. Namjoon’s fingers left his hole and Jin knew it was time. He laid down slowly on the table and pulled his sweater up to his chest. Namjoon hesitated, Jin was a virgin and it was wrong to defile him in such a setting. He deserved a nice bed and a loving partner to take his first time. “You don’t have to do this,” Namjoon stated watching tears return to Jin’s eyes. “J-just do it, please. You’re not gonna let me go either way so you might as well enjoy your time before you lock me up,” Jin’s broken voice stated as he covered his face. Namjoon stayed still but Jin yelled at him. “God dammit, don’t delay this! J-just get it over with…” Jin screamed out, linking his legs around Namjoon’s waist. Namjoon gripped Jin’s thighs and aligned his dick with Jin’s hole. Jin held his breath as he linked his handcuffed wrists around Namjoon’s neck. I’m scared, Seokjin thought to himself as he felt it slowly enter. Namjoon kisses Jin softly as he whimpered and cried at the intrusion too much in pain to care. His dick was limp again as Namjoon inserted the head of his dick. There was so much resistance that Namjoon was scared that Jin was gonna rip. Tears were falling down Jin’s eyes as his moans broke every once in a while. Ok that’s enough, Namjoon thought as he took his member out. He unlinked the crying Jin’s arms from his neck as he tucked his half hard member back in his pants. Jin stared at Namjoon confused as his own boxers were put back on him followed by his ripped jeans. Namjoon pulled down his sweater as well as he helped Jin sit up. “You don’t have to have sex with me, your dad is here.” Namjoon informed as he helped Jin down from the table. “M-my dad? But he’s away for business…” Jin thought out loud as Namjoon gathered his papers and escorted the somewhat limping Jin out the door. Namjoon and Jin were greeted by five people when they walked back to the lobby. The police chief was there along with what Namjoon could guess was Jin’s dad and his dad’s secretary seeing the resemblance and the aura of formality. Hoseok was behind the desk as Yoongi was in front of the secretary. Jin’s heart beated hard as he looked up at his father with his arms crossed. Yoongi was behind Seokjin’s father as he fiddled with the ends of his jacket. His father glared at him as he walked over and gripped his ear with the piercing in his ear. Jin hissed in pain as his father dragged him from beside Namjoon. “Seokjin, I first thing that greets me when I return is that you and Yoongi got arrested, explain yourself.” The CEO of Kim Enterprises boomed at his son. Jin stayed quiet while trying to get the grip off his ear. “I’m very sorry Officers and Chief for the actions of my idiot sons. I hope you can make some… adjustments.” Jin’s father glared out as he dragged Jin out of the station by his ear and Yoongi by his thin arm. The secretary handed the chief some papers and bowed one last time before following the trio out the station. The chief released the breath he was holding. “You idiots you should’ve just let them go! They’re the sons of the CEO, the amount of money they sponsor us is crucial!” The chief huffed out as Namjoon and Hoseok bowed to show their apologies. The chief huffed one last time before he went back to his quarters. “They’re gonna get their asses beat once they get home,” Hoseok laughed out trying to cool the gloomy atmosphere. “Ah the pleasures of money… you can do whatever you want and get away with it…” Hoseok lamented as he rubbed his hungry stomach. “I’m sure he’s learned one lesson today…” Namjoon replied as he and his partner made their way out of the police station and into the restaurant.
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“Whose idea was it?” Kim Sungjun boomed as both his sons flinched from their seats on the couch. Seokjin gulped and stared at his lap as his father fumed in front of him. His heart was beating so fast that the entire room could hear it. Yoongi fiddled with the loose threads on his sweater while debating whether he should take the blame or not. Yoongi didn’t have to think so much as he heard Seokjin faintly whisper “me” from next to him. Their father’s glare cut through Jin like a knife. “You really are a stupid idiot. Not only did you put yourself in danger, you put Yoongi in danger as well. Not to mention you made a complete fool of yourself and our family in front of those lowly peasants.” Sungjun seethed as Seokjin bit his lip. “When will you learn? You’re such an embarrassment to this family.” Those words sliced through Seokjin’s heart as he held back his tears. He was already upset about the circumstances in the interrogation room and coupled with his father’s insults made him nearly wail. “And you, Yoongi. I usually don’t meddle with you but you should’ve stopped your stupid brother. Even if you’re halves, you’re still brothers.” Sungjun taunted as Yoongi’s blood boiled. He had nothing against Jin for being a half brother yet here he was acting like Yoongi didn’t care for Seokjin at all. Yoongi gritted his teeth inside his mouth as he muttered out an apology. “Stupid Seokjin, your credit cards are frozen and you are to not leave this apartment for the next month unless it is an emergency. Don’t even think about asking me for anything after that stunt you pulled. And your idiot brother Yoongi will join you.” Sungjun huffed out as he stood up and grabbed his suit jacket. He and his secretary walked out of the apartment making sure to slam the door on the way out. Following the slam, Seokjin broke down. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he let out a sob. He cried about the situation in the interrogation room, thinking about how close he was to going to jail. He cried about the insults his father had thrown at him a few moments ago. Seokjin’s body shook as he sobbed into his hands. Yoongi’s eyes widened seeing Jin break down. He knew his brother. Seokjin was a confident man, he hardly ever cried. There had to be something extremely wrong for him to start sobbing like that. Yoongi enveloped Jin’s broad figure in his arms as he laid Seokjin’s head on his chest. Tears soaked through his shirt but he could care less. Yoongi softly combed through Jin’s charcoal locks. “Seokjin, what happened?” Yoongi questioned as he rocked his older brother. Jin just gripped the back of Yoongi’s jacket tighter as he buried his face in Yoongi’s chest. “Y-Yoongi, I was scared. I was so scared…” Seokjin whispered as he cried a little harder. Yoongi knew he wasn’t talking about their father. Seokjin’s rebellious nature had got him some major insults and shit from their father over the years. There was no way he was crying about the insults. “What happened in the room? Are you hurt?” Yoongi questioned as he stared at the Chocolate brown eyes staring into his identical ones. “H-he… he…” Jin hiccuped before finding refuge in Yoongi’s chest again. “He what? Jinnie, did he touch you…?” Yoongi questioned worried as Seokjin shook his head. “It’s okay, Jinnie. I’m here now…” Yoongi soothed as he let Seokjin let out his emotions. Yoongi stayed still while Jin gave him broken pieces of information about what happened in the room. Jin was bratty and annoying sure, but he didn’t deserve that. Yoongi’s blood boiled at the thought of what happened to his brother. He could do nothing but wait for Seokjin to stop crying. That officer had given him quite the scare. After the sobs seized, Yoongi helped Jin up from the sofa and escorted him to the bathroom. He handed him the towel and clothes as he got the bath water ready. He needed it after the stressful day he had. Yoongi have one last glance at Seokjin before exiting the bathroom. Yoongi walked to Jin’s room and extracted a shirt and some shorts from Seokjin’s wardrobe. He didn’t have any energy to find his own clothes he kept at this apartment. Seokjin’s clothes were always bigger on Yoongi as Jin had a broader and more defined frame compared to Yoongi’s skinny and small body. Yoongi liked it though, the loose clothing was comfortable and they had the soft smell of Jin on them. Seokjin eventually emerged from his bath with his head bowed. Droplets of water fell from his hair and he made his way to Yoongi. Yoongi was once again enveloped in a hug as Seokjin’s wet hair pressed against his cheeks. Yoongi helped Seokjin dry his hair, running the towel through the thick locks. After drying Jin’s hair, Yoongi stood up. He watched as Jin laid down and pulled his phone to his face. Soft tears were glinting at his eyes still and Yoongi hoped it was just the water from the bath. Yoongi soon went to the bathroom and took a warm shower. He felt the tensions leave his muscles as he relaxed. He brushed his burgundy locks with shampoo before rinsing and grabbing the towel to rinse himself. Yoongi put on the soft shirt and comfortable shorts as he exited the bathroom. Jin’s back was turned to him and muttered a soft “good night” when he heard Yoongi’s footsteps exit his room. Yoongi walked to the guest room and grabbed his pillow as he made his way back to his elder brother’s room. Yoongi opened the door to see Jin laying on his side still and sulking on his phone. He gripped his pillow tighter as he walked to the edge of the bed and draped himself across his elder brother. Jin’s breath got knocked out of him as Yoongi crashed into him. He smiled seeing Yoongi’s cute gummy smile. Yoongi laid down beside Jin as they both faced each other, foreheads touching. “Yoongi, I’m sorry. Dad’s right, I put both of us in danger…” Jin trailed off as his sulky expression came back. Yoongi didn’t like that, he wanted the energetic, sweet Jin back. “Stop thinking about that. What’s life if you don’t live a little on the wild side?” Yoongi joked making cute tiger gestures. Jin forced out a small smile at the actions of his little brother. “Yoongi I’m so tired, I’m gonna go to sleep…” Jin muttered as his eyes closed from fatigue. Yoongi got off the bed to turn off the lights and then walked back to his spot next to Seokjin. Yoongi curled up next to Jin's side as his eyes closed from how tired he felt. He hadn’t dreamed in a long time but tonight he did. He dreamed about Jin and himself. Yoongi dreamed about the day they met. They day they both lost their mothers. Yoongi was only three years old when his mother died trying to save him from a blast. Yoongi was left covered in blood and wandered the apartment complex before his father came. People suspected it was foul play that an explosive was planted in their apartment and wouldn’t affect the others. Yoongi remembered the man he has seen only once take him back to his mansion. He remembered seeing the beautiful woman play with the four year old Seokjin. Jin eyes had lit up when he saw their father and had run from his mother’s lap to wrap his arms around the long legs Yoongi hid behind. The four year old circled Yoongi curiously going to hug him as well before the woman screamed. She ran to her son and lifted him away from Yoongi as if he had the plague. Shocked eyes greeted Yoongi from all directions making him cower even more and shed some tears. Their father, Kim Sungjun had motioned for a maid to take Yoongi to clean him while the other child retched out of his mother’s hold to follow him. The woman was too weak to hold onto her lively son as he dashed after the younger boy. While the maids cleaned him Jin blabbered on and on about random topics as if he had known Yoongi his whole life. When the children returned, the atmosphere turned cold as Jin worriedly left Yoongi’s side to go to his crying mother’s. Sungjun sighed as he beckoned Yoongi to his side. “This is my second son, Yoongi…” gasps rang out from all of Jin’s relatives as they gave scornful glares at the small child. Everyone knew Jin’s mother was not perfectly stable but no one would’ve guessed that she’d jump off the top of the mansion the same night Yoongi was introduced. Jin had woken up the next morning crying for his mother as she wasn’t in the usual spot next to him. Since the death of Seokjin’s mother, the house had an eerie atmosphere. Seokjin has gone back to his playful nature after a few days but his mom’s side of the family had refused to stop slandering Yoongi. He was going to get his name changed but the hysteric cries of his relatives convinced their father to keep him as Min Yoongi like his mother Min Yoona. Yoongi was never welcome into the family, hateful remarks and comments from his relatives combined with a father that was always absent left him empty. The only person he could look up to was Jin. The playful toddler had included him like a long lost friend in everything and had stayed with Yoongi when the adults of the family tried to carry him away. Jin was always so much more spoiled than him. Losing his mother at such a young age had sparked pity in the hearts of all the family members who blamed Yoongi for the whole demeanor. Yoongi never complained, Jin would always offer him parts of the thing he got and even if he didn’t, he was happy that Jin at least stayed with him. Yoongi always feared that they would start to drift apart when they grew older and Jin learned the truth about his mother but they never did. Jin had never blamed him for his mother’s death and would always bonk his head when he went to apologize for it. Seokjin was his lifeline. He was the anchor that helped Yoongi overcome the hate he got from the family. They were inseparable and Yoongi could only trust him with his deepest secrets. When he came out he only told Jin who was more than happy about his sexuality. Their father treated them the same or at least tried to. The subtle ways he favored his legitimate son over his illegitimate one did not go unnoticed by Yoongi. He could care less, the less time his father spent on him the more freedom he’d have. Their father had kept Seokjin on a leash and pampered him to be perfect making Seokjin want to escape and do his own things.Yoongi slept peacefully that night next to Seokjin’s soft floral scent drifting to his nose. Yoongi awoke the next morning facing Seokjin’s slightly puffy face. Both of their bed hairs stuck out from all sides as Yoongi wrapped the blanket tighter around himself. The rays of the sun attacked his eyes forcing him to wake up for good. Yoongi shook Seokjin awake as he stretched and went to the bathroom. Yoongi accomplished his daily morning routine and exited the bathroom to see Seokjin nodding off once again. Yoongi bothered Jin until he left the bed and went to the bathroom himself. The two brothers made their breakfast together as Seokjin seemed to be less upset than last night. Yoongi stole glances to Seokjin every once in a while to see the distant look in his eyes. Some of his smiles seemed to be forced as he was more quiet than usual. The following days usually consisted of the brothers watching shows or dramas together or just doing their own things. They cooked together or they ordered food whenever they didn’t feel like it. They both got to spend quality time together so it was more enjoyable than just serving as a punishment. The distant looks never really left Seokjin’s eyes. Yoongi noticed the slight shifts in his gaze when he wasn’t talking to Yoongi. Seokjin’s volume had also decreased, he didn’t yell or shout as much making Yoongi’s heart clench. Seokjin just wasn’t Seokjin. Yoongi wished he knew exactly what happened in the room. Was Seokjin really that scared about going to simple jail? Yoongi didn’t know if it was the events at the police station or their father or a combination of both. The regular Seokjin would’ve been complaining by the second day but half a month had passed and he hadn’t said a single complaint. Seokjin always seemed to avoid the incident and Yoongi left at that. Whatever would help Seokjin forget about the experience.Their father seemed to forget about the punishment he put on his sons as he stopped caring. Yoongi and Jin went outside whenever they felt like it and their father did not say a word. It was the last week of the month that Seokjin actually went back to his regular self. The light returned to his eyes and his smiles weren’t forced anymore. Yoongi was delighted that his brother finally returned to his regular self. Yoongi had felt in a celebratory mood so he proposed going to a bar with Seokjin. Seokjin had agreed immediately with his passion for alcohol. Both brothers were able to enter the bar without any identification as they sat down with Seokjin’s friends. Seokjin being the ever social butterfly had a whole line of friends waiting but he had chosen only two to go with them.Yoongi watched Jin nearly drown the bottle of wine with expert talent. He had just turned 21 recently yet his alcohol tolerance was beyond average which raised some questions in Yoongi’s mind. He sat in the booth table with Jin and his friends, slowly sipping his orange juice. He still had 2 months to go before he could drink. Jin lowered his cup as his friend Yoo Kihyun poured another glass of the burgundy drink. Jin took a small sip of that before he sighed. Yoongi noticed the slight blush on Jin’s cheeks and the hazy look in his eyes and went to withdraw the cup from his hands. Jin almost hissed as Yoongi pulled his glass. “Seokjin, I’m so happy you’re back to normal. I missed my Jinnie,” Kihyun sighed as he patted Jin’s pale hand. “You wanna play truth or dare?” Minhyuk offers from beside Kihyun as he noticed Jin’s drunken eyes light up. Jin nodded as Minhyuk opened the app on his phone and placed it in the center of the table. The spinner on the app twirled in multi colors as Yoongi became dizzy from gazing at them. The spinner stopped on Seokjin and he lazily picked ‘dare’. The screen loaded as it generated a random command. Yoongi’s eyes widened at the letters on the screen. ‘Kiss the first stanger you see sitting at the bar.’ Jin looked at it with brows creased as he slowly started to stand and peer at the people sitting at the Island with their drinks. Some were chatting with people seated next to them while others were enjoying their drinks in peace. “Jin don—” Yoongi stated as he grabbed his wrist but Jin easily swatted it off and exited the booth seats. Yoongi internally screamed at the decision to sit pressed against the wall and be trapped by Jin instead. Jin walked with a little sway in his step to the man wearing the black shirt tucked into his pants elegantly. He was chatting with his companion wearing the leather jacket next to him and hadn’t noticed Jin standing behind them. Jin tapped the man’s shoulder and as he turned, Jin’s pillowy lips were pressed against his. Jin kissed the man from behind and slowly walked to be in front of him. The stranger put his hands on Jin’s hips to push him off but Jin was far too drunk to care. Seokjin chased after the taste of alcohol on the man’s lips as he placed slow kitten licks to the bottom lip. Yoongi watched from a distance as his brother competed the dare, peering at the two men. The one wearing the leather jacket looked very familiar to Yoongi. Upon further inspection, Yoongi concluded that it was the police officer that pulled them over. Seokjin was legal but Yoongi wasn’t. He wasn’t supposed to be in the club. SeokJin finally separated from the stranger and looked at him with hazy eyes. Something clicked in his hazy mind as he took in the face and the stranger. Did he know him? Jin hiccuped as he grinned drunkenly. He eyed the glass of tequila in the shocked stranger’s hand and sassily took it and drowned it, adding to his drunkenness. Jin’s eyes furrowed at the bitter taste of the alcohol. He felt the cool liquid flow down his throat and settle in his stomach. Jin suddenly felt the bubbling feeling in his gut trail up and the slight itch in the back of his throat. He instantly clapped his hand on his mouth to not hurl. Jin’s jaw ached as his body prepared to hurl out its contents. Jin stayed dazed as the itch returned but he soon felt strong fingers wrapped around his biceps and he felt his light body being dragged away. Jin’s ears picked up the muffled bass of the song as he leaned on the person escorting him out. Seokjin held in his retching until he was guided to what he assumed was the bathroom. He pushed the male off of him as he ran to a stall and prepared to heave. Seokjin stayed panting above the toilet as he felt a presence behind him. Luckily he didn’t feel nauseous anymore as his stomach seemed to finally settle. Seokjin stared dazed at the man and his eyes finally focused on the slanted eyes and the dimpled cheeks. His eyes widened as he recognized the man he was in the room with. “You-ur that asshole police officer,” Seokjin hiccuped as he pointed an accusing finger at Namjoon’s chest. “...So I’m the asshole while you go around kissing anyone you see?” Namjoon retorted as Seokjin rolled his eyes. Seokjin was just as sassy as Namjoon remembered him from the first time they met. Seokjin tried to walk past Namjoon but his daze became dizzy as he slumped against Namjoon’s chest. “You’re so drunk,” Namjoon commented as Seokjin resisted the urge the bite him. “So what, huh? I’m l-legal so don’t… even… start,” Seokjin commented as his mind started fogging up. Namjoon sighed, “Come on, let’s take you home,” he stated as he placed his hand on Seokjin’s broad back. “No, Yoon is going to,” Seokjin stated still slumped against Namjoon’s hard chest. Namjoon just rolled his eyes before dragging Seokjin out of the bar. Seokjin let out small protests but his fogged up brain couldn’t keep up with his mouth. Namjoon hailed a cab and helped Seokjin to the back of it. He went to ask Seokjin his address but he was passed out. Namjoon sighed before giving his own address to the cab driver. Namjoon watched as the lights of the city illuminated Seokjin’s perfect face. Occasionally, Jin would smile randomly and Namjoon had to admit that he looked like an angel.The cab dropped the two males in front of the apartment building as Namjoon paid the bill. Namjoon took the still sleeping Seokjin and trapped him to his side as he fumbled with the keys. The elevator came quick as Seokjin completely slumped against him. Namjoon sighed before lifting Seokjin so his thighs were wrapped around his torso. Seokjin hugged Namjoon’s neck and buried his face in his shoulder as Namjoon made his way to the door of his apartment. Namjoon opened his door and placed Seokjin on his bed in his small apartment. Namjoon unbuttoned his shirt to change into more comfortable clothes. He sent a quick text to Hoseok about where he was and who was with him. Namjoon was surprised when he didn’t get an instant reply from his friend and partner. Namjoon stretched his arms above his head as he grabbed his laptop and the files scattered on his desk. He sat on the floor near the bed as he logged in the information in the files. He had been logging in information for about an hour before the bed creaked. His spoiled prince was awake. Seokjin looked dazed around the apartment before he registered where he was. The apartment was so small compared to his one that he almost laughed. He looked at the figure seated on the floor and the memories came back from the bar. He was still in a drunken daze as he yawned on the bed harder than his. “Hey,” Seokjin called but Namjoon ignored him. Seokjin pouted at the nerve of the police officer. “You owe me,” Seokjin taunted as Namjoon scoffed. “Yeah? How?” Namjoon asked as Seokjin thought hard. He just wanted to annoy the officer but an idea finally hit him. “I gave you a blowjob last time,” Seokjin answered as Namjoon’s fingers finally stopped on the keyboard. “So you want a blowjob?” Namjoon questioned as Seokjin blushed. He wanted the blowjob, even if it was from that asshole. He wanted to feel what it felt like. Seokjin nodded as a blush blossomed more prominently in his cheeks. Namjoon ignored him yet again as the clicking of the keyboard drifted through Jin’s ears. Seokjin’s foggy mind didn’t help his sluggish body to climb off the bed. He’d been wanting to get back at the officer and now he finally had a chance. Seokjin climbed off— more like fell off the bed and landed next to Namjoon. Seokjin rested his chin on Namjoon’s shoulder and looked up at him with glistening eyes. Namjoon continued to ignore him causing Seokjin to clench his fists in anger. “You seriously owe me! I told you to let me go but you didn’t! Do you have any idea what my father did to me?” Seokjin nearly hissed. “That was your own fault. You shouldn’t have been driving without a license. You put yourself and many other people in danger because of your recklessness.” Namjoon scolded, still typing on his laptop. “It doesn’t matter, no one got hurt except me,” Seokjin sulked as he pulled his legs to his chest. Anger rose on Namjoon’s body at the words of the the arrogant beauty trying to the play the victim. Before he had time to control it, the words spluttered out. “You really are a pathetic human being, you don’t care if innocent people got hurt? I guess your money is shoved so far up your ass it’s clogging your brain,” Namjoon glared at Seokjin. The words pierced through Seokjin like a blade. His heart clenched at the painful words and he was rendered speechless. Seokjin instantly got up and searched for his phone to call Yoongi to pick him up. Seokjin called listening to the call go straight to voicemail but Seokjin stayed persistent. Tears were threatening to fall from his eyes so he turned his back to Namjoon. “Dammit Yoongi, pick up the phone,” Seokjin whispered but his calls kept going to voicemail. Seokjin resorted to texting, the unusually fast replies did not come from his younger brother. Seokjin was scared of his voice breaking if he went to talk to Namjoon. Jin took a deep breath and stated, “I’m going home.” Namjoon said nothing as Seokjin grabbed his shoes and exited the apartment. He went to call someone to pick him up before his entire phone screen went black. His phone died at the most crucial time. Seokjin nearly slammed his phone on the floor.Seokjin finally let the tears slide down his cheeks. The words from his father still cut deep and Namjoon’s ones just reopened those wounds. He tried to put up a strong front but it was all too much for him. All the emotions hit him at once as he slid against the apartment door. Seokjin pulled his knees to his chest and quieted his sobs as he prepared the walls in his heart again. Seokjin wiped his tears after crying for a couple of minutes and stood up. His nose and eyes had the slightest hint of pink from his crying but he rubbed off what he could. He took a deep breath and rang the doorbell to Namjoon’s apartment. It took some time before Namjoon’s face peeked through the doorway. “I thought you were going home,” Namjoon deadpanned sarcastically as Seokjin bumped him on his way inside the apartment. He kicked off his shoes and plopped down on the bed he woke up on. As usual, Namjoon paid no mind to him. Seokjin curled up on his side as his back faced the other male. The tears threatened to fall down again as Seokjin bit his lips to keep them at bay. Seokjin moved the pillows and created a small barrade around his body as he closed his eyes to forget about the words. Namjoon occasionally peered at Seokjin on the bed as his fingers continued typing. Small smiles would show themselves on his face as he watched the cute attempts to get comfortable on the bed. The small pouts and movements made the male look almost like a hamster causing Namjoon’s heart to clench. The words that came out of Namjoon’s mouth honestly made Namjoon regret it seeing the change of emotion in Seokjin. Namjoon didn’t know he was that sensitive, he had expected a snarky remark instead of the hurt look in his eyes. “At least I got money to shove up my ass,” Namjoon heard Seokjin mutter softly causing him to lovingly roll his eyes. Namjoon finally closed his laptop and stretched his long arms above his head. The satisfying pops put his joints at ease as he stood up from his spot on the floor. Namjoon checked the time, the hands of the clock displaying 10:30 pm. Namjoon made his way to the bathroom to freshen up and prepare for bed. Namjoon washed the gel out of his hair and scrubbed his body clean from the grime of the day. He dried himself with the towel and pulled on his nightwear, hair still a little damp. Namjoon wanted to plop down on his bed but he then remembered who had it hostage. Seokjin was curled up in the middle of it diagonally with all of Namjoon’s pillows surrounding him. His eyes were closed, the long lashes creating small shadows on his cheeks. He looked so much like an angel when he was sleeping, it was hard to believe what kind of mouth he had. Upon further inspection, Namjoon concluded Seokjin was indeed not asleep. The inconsistent eye movements gave it away. Namjoon pushed Seokjin’s shoulder to make room for himself causing Seokjin’s cheek to make contact with his palm. Namjoon’s eyes widened at the wetness on his cheeks. Seokjin grumbled something before turning his back to Namjoon and scooting to the other end of the bed, moving the pillows with him. Seokjin hugged the pillow to his body and buried his face into it, closing his eyes. The tight pants wrapped around the pillow squeezed his perfect thighs and rear, his shirt riding up to expose the smooth pale back. Hands tightened on Seokjin’s shoulder as Namjoon turned him onto his back. Seokjin squinted his eyes and pushed at Namjoon’s hands. Namjoon’s suspicions were true, the glistening tear tracks on Seokjin’s cheeks indicated he had been crying. Namjoon also noticed the slight pink on the tip of Seokjin’s nose. “A-are you crying?” Namjoon asked as Seokjin looked at him with half-lidded eyes. Seokjin said nothing as he turned back to his original position. Namjoon tried again to turn Seokjin to face him but Seokjin put his own strength into keeping his original position. Finally Namjoon pulled with all his strength and Seokjin gave him an annoyed look once he was on his back. Namjoon climbed onto Seokjin to trap him under and make sure he doesn’t turn around. “Is it because of what I said?” Namjoon whispered as Jin turned his head to the left. Namjoon bit his lip at the guilt clawing at his stomach and he mentally smacked himself. Seokjin really was as sensitive as he speculated. “I’m sorry.” Seokjin’s eyes widened at the apology. He did not expect the officer to apologize for what he said. Seokjin grew flustered as his heart fluttered. His heart clenched once again as the eyes teared at the corners. A small blush blossomed on his cheeks. “Sorry won’t cut it,” Seokjin replied pouting in a small voice. He crossed his arms across his chest trying to look intimidating but instead resembling a fussy toddler. The guilt in Namjoon’s stomach loosened as he questioned, “Then what will?” Seokjin seemed to be thinking for some time but he did not reply. Namjoon looked at Seokjin under him him, the loose shirt made his broad figure seem small and the glistening eyes combined with the long sleeve covering half of his face. Namjoon wet his lips at the thought of touching that perfect body. Everything about Seokjin was perfect… except for his arrogance. “...Do you want to feel good?” Namjoon slowly whispered into Seokjin’s ear. Seokjin shivered at the low tone and hesitated answering. Seokjin knew he shouldn’t give in to the police officer from the actions he pulled... but his member twitched at the promise of pleasure. Seokjin blushed and bit his sleeve before slowly nodding. Namjoon pulled Seokjin’s hand away and ducked his head to connect his lips with him once again. He was met the soft touch he had witnessed back in the bar. Namjoon kisses with passion as he felt Seokjin place a kitten lick on his bottom lip. Namjoon opened his mouth and swirled his tongue with Seokjin’s. Sweet flavored bloomed into Namjoon’s mouth as he resisted the urge to completely devour the beauty trapped under him. Both males panted after separating from the violent kiss. Seokjin’s lips were a bright red and coated with both of their saliva. Namjoon trailed his hands down Seokjin’s side before gripping his belt loops. Seokjin watched as Namjoon unclasped his button and pulled down his fly. The pants clung to Seokjin’s thick thighs as Namjoon had difficulty pulling them off of Seokjin. The grey boxers tented as Seokjin moved his hand to cover it. Namjoon removed Seokjin’s hand before squeezing the bulge through the fabric. Seokjin moaned loudly as he arched off the bed. Namjoon slipped the boxers off, being met with the most beautiful dick he ever saw. Seokjin was displayed in pink all over his body, the head and his twitching hole. Namjoon’s tanned hand wrapped around Seokjin’s member and stroked. Seokjin twitched as pleasure shot through him like arrows. His hands gripped Namjoon’s strong shoulder as he pulled him down. Seokjin moaned in his ear before Namjoon leaned down to swallow them. Lips collided and hands glided through Namjoon’s wet hair as Seokjin trailed his hand down and wrapped around Namjoon’s fist. Seokjin’s silky palms felt like cotton on his skin. Seokjin increased the pace of Namjoon’s hand wrapped around him with his own hand. Kisses were placed on his neck which soon turned into nips. “B-blowjob,” Seokjin whimpered as Namjoon’s hand sped up. He wanted to feel a mouth on his length so badly. Namjoon obliged and went to the meal laid out for him. Seokjin’s member was so much smaller than his but it wasn’t shy in expressing its pleasure. Precome oozed out and trailed onto Namjoon’s fist as the virgin tried so hard to hold it in. Namjoon almost laughed at how much of a virgin Seokjin actually was. One lick on the head and Seokjin came hard. He keened as his legs bent at the knees. His hard muscle shot put its cum onto Seokjin’s shirt and Namjoon’s face. Namjoon chuckled mockingly, “you didn’t even last one lick.” Seokjin covered his face as he clenched his thighs to hide his length. “S-shut up,” Seokjin stuttered as Namjoon spread his thighs once again. He thought for a second about his next next move. “...I know something that feels better than a blowjob,” Namjoon informed as his eyes trailed down to the pink hole. He remembered how it squeezed so deliciously on his fingers last time. Seokjin shivered as he felt Namjoon’s breath on his hole. Seokjin panicked as he remembered the pain he felt back in the interrogation room. “N-no… Don’t hurt m-me please,” Seokjin begged as Namjoon felt the guilt settle back. He had been contemplating on his actions in the interrogation room and every time he felt like hitting himself for taking advantage of the situation. “It won’t hurt, I promise,” Namjoon reassured, softly kissing Seokjin’s thigh. Seokjin still seemed hesitant but his breathing slowly decreased back to its original rhythm. Seokjin clenched at Namjoon’s hair as he felt the wet muscle trail across his hole. It felt strange and cold as the air drifted across the wet patch. Seokjin moaned in displeasure. Namjoon continued to leisurely lick around Seokjin’s hole, occasionally trailing up to the end of his balls. The hand kept fapping at Seokjin’s sensitive member. The muscle leaned to a side as white liquid continued oozing out. Namjoon’s big hand almost made it looks like he was choking the poor muscle. Namjoon let go of Seokjin’s dick as he spread the soft globes of his rear. Namjoon inserted the tip of his tongue into Seokjin, eyes looking at the reactions on Seokjin’s face. His eyes were screwed shut as his plump lips were open in a hiss of pleasure. Namjoon drove deeper inside as his tongue swirled inside. Seokjin’s “aah”s and “ooh”s were endless as Namjoon spread him open on his tongue. Namjoon thrusted his tongue in and out, sometimes having difficulty when Seokjin writhed on the bed. The grey sweatpants Namjoon wore were getting uncomfortably tight as he listened to Seokjin’s moans. Namjoon’s hands trailed up and down the inside of Seokjin’s spread thighs, the touch starting goosebumps. Namjoon eventually stopped his tongue as he instead prepared his finger. Seokjin twitched when he felt the nail of Namjoon’s fingers near his entrance. “N-no fingers!” Seokjin yelped panicked. Seokjin’s own fingers went to stop Namjoon before Namjoon intertwined them instead. Namjoon soothingly rubbed at the back of Seokjin’s hand as he showed the small bottle of clear substance to him. “It won’t hurt this time if we use this,” Namjoon explained as he poured a little on Seokjin’s fingers to have him test it himself. Seokjin rubbed his fingers and blushed. “I-I knew that…” Seokjin pouted as Namjoon rolled his eyes. Seokjin heard the clicking of a cap before he felt the wet appendix near his hole again. Seokjin held his breath as finger entered his hole. “It’s feels weird…” Seokjin commented as he unconsciously tightened around Namjoon’s pointer finger. Namjoon shushed him before entering a second finger. The stretch burned as Seokjin let out a pained moan. He clutched at the bedsheets as Namjoon’s two fingers stretched inside him. Pain blossomed on his entrance as Seokjin bit his lip. A sudden burst of pleasure knocked the breath out of him as he let out a confused yelp. “Did that feel good, Jinnie?” Namjoon asked as Seokjin nodded his head. Namjoon smirked before he caressed the slight bump inside his cavity, pressing down occasionally. Seokjin’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he saw legit stars. The pain was long forgotten and the only thing Seokjin felt was burning hot pleasure. Seokjin’s muscle twitched in Namjoon’s hold and finally released as Seokjin became delirious. His mouth was open to a moan that was stuck in his throat. His knuckles were white from his tight he clutched the bedsheets. The third finger entered Seokjin and the pain returned. Continuous jabs at his prostate soon had him forgetting even his own name. “Offi-officer!” Seokjin yelped at a particularly hard jab. All movement seized as Namjoon let his brain wrap around the word Seokjin said. Now that he thinks about it, Seokjin still doesn’t know his name even if his fingers are buried knuckle deep inside. “Officer Namjoon,” Namjoon corrected as he jabbed once again at Seokjin’s prostate. “Na-namjooooon,” Seokjin moaned as he felt his stomach clench again. Namjoon took out his fingers and went back to fapping Seokjin, seeing the tired look in his eyes. Seokjin came one last time before it became hard to open his eyes. Namjoon wiped his fingers on the bed as he laid down next to Seokjin who was still panting. Seokjin eyed the bulge in Namjoon’s sweatpants as his hands sneaked down there. Namjoon groaned as he felt Seokjin give soft squeezes along the base. Seokjin’s movements stopped all at once making Namjoon confused. He looked down to see Seokjin passed out, hand still wrapped around Namjoon’s length. Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle as he kissed the top of Seokjin’s head. What a cute angel he was. ~*~ Yoongi didn’t know how he ended up in the upstairs bedroom of the club. One second he was trying to get Seokjin back and the next his clothes were being pulled off. Yoongi knew he had the hots for the officer since that night but he didn’t know he wanted him THIS much. Harsh lips pressed onto his pouty ones as Yoongi struggled to get out his words. “S-stop, I need to find my br-brother,” Yoongi panted out between kisses. The handsome face of Officer Jung Hoseok stared down at his much smaller frame. He gave a small smirk as his mouth found themselves back on the pale neck. “Aren’t you the younger one? Shouldn’t he be looking after you?” Hoseok questioned as his nipped at the soft skin. Yoongi’s breath became shaky before he pushed at Hoseok’s chest. “Don’t talk about him like that,” Yoongi defended as Hoseok peeled his shirt from his body. The chill of the room made Yoongi shiver and his small pink nipples harden. “Can you fucking sto—” Yoongi’s sentence got cut off as Hoseok shoved his tongue inside. They battled feverishly for dominance which Hoseok easily won. “No, my little criminal. What are you doing in a club? You’re not legal yet,” Hoseok questioned peering into Yoongi’s small pouty face. “Yeah but I wasn’t drinking— stop pulling off my pants!” Yoongi replied as the Hoseok let out a cheeky smile, pulling down Yoongi’s tight pants. Yoongi sighed as Hoseok still felt up his legs. Hoseok placed a small kiss near his navel causing Yoongi to shiver. “Was it your brother’s idea? It seems he loves doing illegal shit,” Hoseok commented as his lifted Yoongi up. Yoongi gasped and wrapped his skinny legs around Hoseok’s waist as Hoseok brought them to the bed. Annoyance riddled on Yoongi’s face as he commented, “No, it was my idea. He had nothing to do with it.” Hoseok sat on the bed with Yoongi’s feather light body on his lap. Kisses were back on his plump lips, the tented bulge rubbing near his stomach. “Seriously, is my hyung going to be okay?” Yoongi questioned as he held Hoseok’s face trapped in his hands. “He’ll be fine, don’t worry,” Hoseok answered as he lowered Yoongi on the soft bed. Yoongi raked his fingers through Hoseok’s soft hair as his nipples were attacked with sucks and nips. Yoongi whimpered with a particular rough bite around his left nipple. He looked down to see the teeth marks with his nipple dead in the center. Yoongi rubbed at the marks to relieve some of the pain as Hoseok trailed his mouth southbound. Pinks and reds blossomed over Yoongi’s abdomen, goosebumps rising with each wet trail. Yoongi’s mind was delirious, so delirious he didn’t notice the officer taking his hands and binding them. Metal clinked as Yoongi went to move his hands. Yoongi stared dumbfounded at the metal wrapped around his wrists. The cold texture bit into his pale arms, the sensitivity turning them a light pink. “Is this your kink?” Yoongi questioned mockingly, hands awkwardly raised in front of him. “No, just convenience,” Hoseok replied as Yoongi rolled his eyes. Yoongi watched as Hoseok pulled his jacket off followed by his t-shirt. Washboard abs were on display for the other male, Yoongi’s mouth nearly salivating. Veiny hands pulled at the belt clasp, the clicking sound echoing around the room as the belt was finally opened. Hoseok teasingly delayed his time opening his pants, fingers expertly wrapping around his zipper and pulling down then back up again. Yoongi groaned frustrated as Hoseok just smirked knowingly. “Touch me,” Yoongi commanded, using the tone Seokjin usually used when he demanded something. Hoseok refused making Yoongi kick his thigh in warning. “Ouch, alright alright,” Hoseok stated as his hands enveloped the small bulge trapped between pale thighs. Yoongi gasped as hands jerked him off from over his boxers. His hands went to pull down his underwear before a stinging slap to them stopped his movements. The flesh pulsed as pain blossomed from the force of the hit. He glared at Hoseok. Yoongi looked down and saw that Hoseok had taken out his length. The hard muscle stood intimidating, slight white on the head and long veins trailing down. Hoseok pulled down Yoongi’s underwear and gripped his much smaller erection. Hoseok grabbed both erections in his big hand and squeezed them together. Delicious pleasure shot up both bodies as both of them hissed. Squelching filled the room and Hoseok jerked both of the erections on his hand, occasionally teasing the head of Yoongi’s. Hoseok watched how Yoongi bit his lips in pleasure, how his eyes and nose scrunched up cutely. Warm liquid splattered on his hand followed by a strangled whine from Yoongi. Hoseok stated at the webs of white before he spread the substance down Yoongi’s length, the latter keening at the oversensitivity. Hoseok stayed unrelenting as he forced another orgasm out of Yoongi’s soft body. Hoseok’s neglected cock twitched for attention, Hoseok soon rubbing it with more vigor. Paying attention to his own problem, Hoseok didn’t realize Yoongi playing with his own hole. “You naughty little minx,” Hoseok commented as his own fingers joined. The stretch was easy but the tightness was overwhelming. The muscles contracted around Hoseok’s digits, the soft walls feeling like the finest silk. With one hand buried inside yoogi, Hoseok went to check the cupboard for any lube. Hoseok tsked as he came up empty. “There’s no lube,” Hoseok informed looking into Yoongi’s hooded eyes. “Mmm… it fine,” Yoongi moaned as another one of Hoseok’s fingers entered. Three fingers spread his hole as they trekked for his prostate. Hoseok felt around for any bumps but came up empty. “Do you not have a prostate?” Hoseok asked as his fingers failed to locate the pleasurable spot. A blush dusted Yoongi’s cheeks as he pouted. “I-I do! Your fingers are just too shor— ahh” Yoongi moaned right before Hoseok’s middle finger brushed around it. “What? Why is it so far away?” Hoseok teased as Yoongi hid his face. “If my fingers are too short let see if my dick is long enough,” Hoseok whispered as the head of his dick teased Yoongi’s ready hole. Yoongi arched off the bed as the big rod entered his body. “Ahh, God you’re so b-big,” Yoongi stuttered out the breach continued. The invasion lasted forever to Yoongi, every inch of the dick stretching his walls deliciously. Hoseok finally bottomed out and Yoongi sighed. The girth of the length burned his rim but he loved the pain. Yoongi nearly screamed when Hoseok thrusted straight at his prostate. The hit was head on (haha get it??) and Yoongi’s vision blanked. Yoongi looked for anywhere to hold onto but the stupid handcuffs hindered his movements. Yoongi whined at Hoseok to remove them but he was too busy feverishly thrusting into the male. Each hit of Hoseok landed directly at the prostate, the bed shaking at the force of the thrusts. Yoongi’s moans were broken as pleasure clouded his mind. He had long forgotten about looking after Seokjin, instead clenching down harder to get more pleasure. Hoseok suddenly pulled out, Yoongi whimpering at the loss. Yoongi was then pushed onto his chest with his ass high in the air. Hoseok’s hands gripped hard at Yoongi’s hips before his length once again made its home inside the tight heat. Yoongi’s eyes widened as the position hit new nerves inside of him. The thrusts were even harder, Hoseok’s hands grabbing Yoongi’s hair. The burning in his scalp and in his hole made Yoongi see black spots before he came… and hard. Cum shot onto the bedsheets and Yoongi’s body slumped against it. Hoseok didn’t stop, thrusting faster making Yoongi scream as his over sensitive body was abused from the force. Soon Yoongi felt the warmth shoot inside of him as Hoseok slumped. Yoongi breathed out a sigh of relief before he was flipped once again. Hoseok then had him bouncing on his still hard dick, some of the cum oozing out form his hole.Yoongi scratched at Hoseok’s chest as Hoseok continued to ram inside Yoongi. In the back of Yoongi’s mind he heard the familiar ringing of his phone and his eyes snapped open. His phone was thrown leisurely on the floor near the bed but he was able to see who was calling. It was Seokjin. Yoongi went to climb off but Hoseok had him pinned on his dick. The call ended and soon consecutive calls were going to his phone from Seokjin. Yoongi helplessly looked at his phone screen which displayed the picture he had taken of Seokjin last summer. Seokjin’s eyes were wide as his cheeks were puffed up from the food he tried to sneakily stuff in his mouth. Yoongi watched as soon texts were being sent in succession but he stayed helpless sitting on the huge member. Soon his screen turned black as all activity from Seokjin stopped. “Forget about your brother for once, focus on me… shit you feel so amazing,” Hoseok muttered as Yoongi grinded down on his length. Both males came at the same time as Yoongi slumped for real. He felt Hoseok lay him down next to him as he grabbed the tissues and wiped their bodies. Trails of cum slid down Yoongi’s leg as he got off the bed to his phone. He tried calling Seokjin back but his phone didn’t ring at all. His texts were also unanswered. Yoongi sighed in annoyance as arms wrapped around him from behind and a kiss was placed on the back of his neck. Hoseok snatched the phone from Yoongi’s hand and threw it on the bed. Mouth still attached to the pale slender neck, Hoseok guided both of them to the joined bathroom. The number of times Yoongi came after had him limping the next day. ~*~ Seokjin groaned irritated as the sunlight attacked his sleep ridden eyes. He was dazed for a second about where he was but he soon remembered. The police officer, Namjoon’s apartment. Said male was nowhere to be found and Seokjin admitted he was lonely. He rose off the bed, smooth fabric rubbing against his skin. Seokjin looked down at the dark blue shirt adorned on his body. It was much much bigger and definitely not what he was wearing in the club. The shirt reached his knees and he was bare under it save for his underwear. Seokjin looked around and saw his clothes on a chair. He thought for a second why it was there and them blushed when he remembered he came on them the night before. Seokjin stretched his tired body and clutched his aching head, forcing his body off the bed. He walked dowsy to the bathroom to do his morning business. Seokjin looked at the packaged toothbrush in the cup holder and thanked the thoughtfulness of the police officer. He opened the toothbrush and brushed his pearly whites as his stomach let out a growl. He then remembered he hadn’t eaten dinner last night. Seokjin was surprised when he spotted the hangover medication in the cabinet, quickly propping some in his mouth. Seokjin exited the bathroom and walked to the kitchen for some food. Seokjin scowled as the refrigerator was empty save for half a gallon of milk, three eggs, one fourth of a tomato, and one cabbage. He opened the cupboards and was faced with rows of instant noodles and rice. There was one box of cereal and just bags and bags of chips and junk food. Seokjin’s scowl worsened as he grabbed the box of cereal and the gallon of milk. He poured them them in a bowl and grumbled missing his perfect breakfasts. He honestly was worried for the health of the officer seeing his daily form of nutrition. He planned to make a meal for him so he would at least eat properly the next few days. Seokjin washed the bowl and put away the cereal and milk. Seokjin pulled out the ingredients in the fridge and the instant rice. He used all of the ingredients in the fridge and a sufficient amount of rice to whip up some fried rice. He was at a disadvantage from the lack of ingredients but he was still able to make something worth the while. Seokjin searched for containers and pen and paper to organize the meals. He put them in seven separate containers each with a day of the week written on paper. Once he was satisfied he put them in the fridge and laid out one bowl on the table with a cover and a note. Seokjin pulled off the loose shirt and pulled on his freshly laundered clothes from the night before. He searched for his phone and saw it plugged into the charger. Seokjin unplugged it and was met with 15 text messages from Yoongi along with 4 missed calls. Seokjin grimaced as he exited the apartment and called his driver to pick him. Seokjin wrote down the address of the apartment as he called back Yoongi. Soon his driver came and he ended his call with Yoongi. Seokjin contemplated on the police officer during the car ride home as a small smile blossomed and a blush reached his ears. ~*~ Namjoon sighed as he unbuttoned the top button on his uniform. His stomach was growling and he felt nauseous at the thought of instant noodles again. The night had fallen on a harsh day and he was finally home. The first smell that hit him was the smell of home cooking he hadn’t smelled in years. He kicked off his shoes and entered his kitchen. On the counter sat three brown paper bags filled with groceries. He stared confused, he didn’t remember ordering that. His eyes then landed on the bowl on the table with a plate over it. He uncovered it and the delicious smell hit him again. Namjoon was met with rice with eggs and vegetables that was still warm enough to not be heated. He took a spoonful of the rice and nearly collapsed at the taste of home cooking. Namjoon soon spotted the note next to the bowl. He picked it up and a smile formed. “You owe me - Kim Seokjin 123-456-7890”