The door closed behind them again.

"Why did you drag me out!" Jin yelled, "Did you hear what he was saying about me?!"

The director ran his fingers through his hair, "Jin, for fucks sake, can't you for once follow the damn script?!"

The anchor threw the sheets in the air, he was angry, you could see the red bubbling in his eyes, the desperation. "I did follow the sheets, you kept telling me to be nice, so I tried to listen to you. It's them! They don't want to cooperate. Especially Taehyung, he knew I wanted that modelling contract."

Namjoon looked at the sheets he spent so many nights reviewing, they were scattered all over the floor beneath them. "You were riling them up just like you do with everyone!" He shouted, he felt anger burning raw inside him. "This interview was supposed to make us popular enough to earn some money, and you had one fucking job."

Jin pointed his finger at Namjoon, "Don't you swear at me, I'm trying my best to liven up this stupid place, you just stand there with your stupid signs, treating me like a baby, I hate you."

"And you always do things that make me treat you like a baby!" He screamed back.

Jin pushed him, sending him towards the door, "Go out, I hate you, all of you! You're all against me anyway!"

"You know what, maybe I should leave."

"Good!"

"You suck at keeping to the script."

"And you suck at writing and directing the script!"

"I hate you!"

"Hate you more!"

With one final push Namjoon's back hit the door with a thud, he allowed Jin to continuously hit his shoulder, he was almost in tears.

And then he was really done.

So he decided to do the one thing he was meaning to do this whole time. Namjoon's lips went straight to Jin's neck. He had kissed the older plenty of times and now wanted to know what it felt like kissing his neck. He aggressively ran his lips along his neck, leaving hickeys behind.

Jin gripped onto his neck for support. He was too emotional to let this slide. Anger continued to pent up in his chest, and with every lengthy moan, his stress and worries released into the air around them. It was humid and Jin hummed in approval. He was easily silenced by a kiss.

Namjoon grabbed Jin's ass, gesturing him to hop up, putting his legs around his waist. It was surprising how obedient Jin was as he wrapped himself around the older, his fingers roaming freely over Namjoon's black hair.

The director walked over to the desk, he sat Jin down, roughly swiping the contents off the desk onto the floor. He pushed Jin down and climbed over him, crashing his lips on the older before he could sprout nonsense.

They both wanted this for so long, you could tell by the way Namjoon ripped down Jin's buttons and the other mirroring him. They took a moment to throw the rest of their clothes onto the floor. Creating a mess out of the director's office.

Jin was naked and he usually wasn't so forward, but he gripped onto Namjoon's manhood, sliding his fingers along its length. "I hate you." He mumbled.

Namjoon moaned the same in response as he began to roughly bite Jin's already swollen lips. And if the anchor could even open his eyes, he would see how they looked in the mirror. His hair was a mess, he didn't care anymore. Namjoon's back was all covered in red scratches from where he had dragged his nails down below it.

He didn't care anymore.

His eyes closed.

"Just fuck me!" Jin yelled, "It's probably the only thing you're good at."

Namjoon scoffed, he shoved two fingers in Jin's mouth to shut him up. "And you can fucking moan since all you do is complain!" He retraced his fingers and lowered his hand towards Jin's hole. He inserted them as his lips plugged Jin's mouth shut.

The older moaned at the pleasure leaking painfully slowly into his body. He savoured everything as bliss unravelled every nerve in his body.

"Your directing still sucks," Jin breathed, he whined, he needed to be filled. But his pride wouldn't allow him to beg for it. "You should just quit and- fuck."

Namjoon grinned, he had just pushed himself inside, and he watched Jin squirm under him, "You want to say that again baby?"

Jin looked away, his eyes fixed on the wall. It hurt, and he was waiting for the pain to reside. But his thoughts spilled from his lips.

"Am I not pretty enough to be a model? What do they have that I don't?"

Namjoon wiped the tear falling from Jin's face, he had calmed down also, he leaned down, slowly kissing Jin's lips. "You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen, you work so well as an anchor, even though you hate it."

"I know I'm handsome," Jin smiled slightly, "I just don't know if they know I'm handsome."

The younger chuckled slightly, he looked down. "You know we don't have to do this, I'm sorry."

Jin shook his head, "No, I'm sorry, I'm always pushing you away and pretending nothing happened." He shyly kissed the director's lips, allowing himself to melt into his mouth. He liked this. He liked it a lot.

Namjoon nodded, he began to slowly thrust, Jin's head rolled back as kisses were gifted on each hickey, soothing the pain they brought. Their lips met as the director began to quicken his pace, easily on the edge, ready to climax as his lips moulded into Jin's.

"Just promise you won't pretend to forget this." Namjoon whispered, he was almost begging.

"I promise." Jin replied as he met Namjoon with each thrust. His body tightened and he could feel Namjoon's light throbs. It's all he needed to fall freefall into his orgasm.

Just the usual ... This never happened at BT21.