jangmi (장미) ● taejoon

f i f t y f o u r . [M]

"... Don't look at me like that?"

"Like what?" Taehyung asked, lowering his eyes as his hands grip Namjoon's thigh. "I don't see anything wrong."

"You're looking at all my scars," Namjoon says. He sat on the sink counter, bare with only a pair of boxers. "... Stop it, it makes me uncomfortable."

Taehyung's palms were hot compared to Namjoon's freshly cleaned skin, his fingertips were surprisingly soft. Namjoon never made these observations till now nor did he notice this was the first time they were close. Domestic.

Truthfully, Namjoon felt a little bit at peace.

"You're uncomfortable because some scars?" Taehyung looks up to meet his eyes. "It's just cuts."

"That weren't there before," Namjoon says, sighing. "... You know I have to see these for the rest of my life. Not to mention my face..."

"It'll disappear over time," Taehyung shakes his head, leaning over to grab bandage wraps off the counter. He was situated between Namjoon's thighs, sitting on Jangmi's step stool. "Why do you worry about those things?"

"People are allowed to feel insecure," Namjoon sighs, covering his thighs with his hands. "Just... Just hurry up, so I can put on some clothes."

"I can't if you keep covering them," Taehyung says, "It's not that bad, really."

"I'll just bandage myself up, leave the bathroom-"

"You know I can't," The other shakes his head, "Namjoon, seriously. It's not that bad. Quit being a brat."

Namjoon huffed, frowning at Taehyung. "Leave the bath- hey!"

Taehyung slightly pushes Namjoon's thighs apart, resting his hands on his knees. The warmth of his hands were replaced by the warmth of his lips. Taehyung leaned in, pressing his lips against the scars scattered on his thighs.

Namjoon's cheeks rushed with red. Taehyung pushes his hands away, so he'd stop covering his thighs. "A-Are you insane?!" He shrieks, grabbing Taehyung's hair.

Taehyung only hums, sliding his hands upwards. He grips the outside of Namjoon's thighs, massaging it reassuringly. He feels a small trembling tug on his hair, but he continues to pay attention to all of Namjoon's scars.

Namjoon held him by the hair, his own head lowers in shyness. His lips part open, letting out sudden labored breaths. His thighs flinch everytime Taehyung gets closer to his inner thighs.

"Not so sensible now, huh?" Taehyung murmurs, spreading apart his thighs to the point his knees touched his shoulders. He puts a hand on Namjoon's abdomen, pushing him back so his back rested against the mirror.

His lips got warmer and closer to the softness of his inner thighs. Going from soft pecks to something a little bit more rougher. He began to suck lightly on the softness of his skin, watching as he pulled away with licking lips to see the pinkness he left.

Namjoon slithered his hand up to cover his mouth, gulping harshly as his thighs twitched. Taehyung had to hold him down.

When his teeth came to play, Namjoon lurched forward and whimpered. Letting out a shaky breath as he moaned out softly, feeling Taehyung leave a wet stripe against his hot skin. "Please, please."

Taehyung dares to get closer, moving his hand to slip inside Namjoon's underwear. "Don't feel so insecure," he says, "It's so wasteful..."

Taehyung got up away from the shaken boy, closing his legs and placing the folded clothes on Namjoon's lap. "Now change, we've wasted enough time with your behavior."

Namjoon's cheeks were flushed bright red. "Wh-What?"

Taehyung grabs him by the chin. "... What if being a manipulative jerk is the real me, right?" He murmurs, brushing his thumb against his cheek. "I do what I can to get the job done. You're all bandaged up, now change. You need to take your medicine before we go. I don't like running late."

Namjoon's eyes were dazed before he snapped back to reality. He jolted forward, "You didn't just-"

"... Like I said, I do what I gotta do."

[unedited]