Namjoon.

I have never hated the shrill of an alarm more in my life. Usually it's a good reminder of when to start the day, but this morning it is just the annoying reminder that we both have work and need to separate. Seokjin extends out a hand to shush it, falling back on the bed with a slight groan. I smile, wrapping my hands on his waist even tighter, before bringing him closer.

"Sore?" I ask, my lips finding his marked shoulder, and the exposed skin of his upper back. "A little, it's all your fault." He says, turning his head to look at me while feigning annoyance. He looks cute instead with those puppy eyes, and I can't resist bringing his lips to mine and devouring them like they are my breakfast. "Well maybe if you kept your word about stopping after round two, you wouldn't be so sore. You just had to challenge the beast in me to take you two more times through the night." He blushes immediately, his cheeks a deep hue, with the most un-guilty eyes I have ever seen him with. He liked it, he liked it a lot.

After the first round, where he rode my cock to his, and my satisfaction, we decided to make dinner, but ended up all over each other while we waited for it to cook. His back had met the wooden table, and I had claimed between his legs, pleasuring him like he wanted, I brought him to a release, then after, slammed him face down on the same table and took him again. He had a drive just as insatiable as mine, hungry, and thirsty, just as I was for him. He was wild when he was horny, needy when he wanted to be filled, like he put it. That third round had brought him to a breath shuddering orgasm, and I had had my own release in him, unable to hold on with him writhing under me that beautifully.

We later had dinner, and re- energized, before taking a shower and laying back in bed. We talked thereafter, mostly about us, about his supposed engagement, and about the love confession we had just shared earlier that evening. He had snuggled up to me and told me about his feelings, and how happy he was to finally get it out of his chest, and in turn I had expressed to him how bad I had waited for this, and how much it meant to me. We talked about taking it slow, and just letting everything play at its own time like it's suppose to. I did ask him to be my boyfriend then, but he had only raised a playful eyebrow and asked if we weren't dating already. 

Soft kisses and delicate touches in the dark had lead to something else, something much slower, but pleasant. Lovely, and satisfying.
My hands had joined with his over his head while I made love to him, and his mouth and spilled with soft sinful noises, among them the broken words of his love for me as we soared with pleasure. My lips had stayed over his, eyes glued to his lidded ones while I took the chance to reciprocate his lovely words with my sincere ones.

We both knew we were in love, we both knew it was something stronger than we both spoke off, and we embraced it with each passing second of that marvelous night, loving, touching, feeling, and sharing. I came deep into him for the last time that night, marking him as mine. He only had time to put on one my shirts, spoon with me, before passing out.

Now, I didn't want to let him go or separate from him, but the thought of many more days like these, many more mornings together warms my heart, and it reminds me of the waiting future. "Only got an hour before work, I should hurry." He grumbles, pushing back the covers and getting out of bed. I watch him rustle his bed hair, unconsciously swaying his hips in the makeshift sleep wear he had on.

Beautiful, is what he looks like, and the thought of him naked in there, has my morning wood even harder. He walks around the room, packing the things he needs for his day in his bag, before pulling out a clean change of clothes from the drawer, where he had kept it last time. I have clothes at his place too, a routine we had picked up following our visits to each other.

He put them by the chair on the side, turning to flash a smile at me, I was busy checking him out, and I didn't mind if he caught me. "Pervert." He amuses throwing a piece of clothing from last night to me. "I think we've both established your just as perverted baby." I reply to which he rolls his eyes waving me off, with a blush.

"I am gonna take a shower, anything you want for breakfast after?" He asks, standing by the door. I don't have work till ten today, so I am not in any rush like he is, however, I can't skip the chance to have breakfast with him. "I'll take anything, your taking." I answer, to which he tilts his head before nodding. For a second there as he looks at me, his eyes hold a little mischief, playful alike. A lick of his lips follows as he eyes my bare chest, before unbuttoning the shirt and letting it slip off his curves to pool at his feet, leaving him bare. Fuck me, those curves. "See you in a bit then." He answers before disappearing into the hallway, then the bathroom. 

Seeing him naked always feels like the first time all over again, those tingles of excitement and of course the rush of blood to my dick that reminds me of just how much of hold he has on me. A single sight is all it always takes from him. He is definitely teasing, and I don't know what he is expecting with how sore he is, but I find myself off my clothes, and following him to the bathroom. He doesn't even flinch as I push back the curtain, only turns to look at me with a questioning but unsurprised look  "Am all about saving water, and that planet stuff." I defend, my eyes raking his sculpted, wet back.

He wipes off the water on his face with his hands, pushing back his hair before turning to the wall ahead. "Am sure you are." He says in a playfully tone, giggling when I step in and tickle his sides. I press my body to his, both of us now under the spray, enjoying the warmth of more than just water.

"I had the best night." I say to him, my hands firm on his waist, lips kissing his neck. He hums along, turning his head to put a peck on my lips. "Me too, thank you." He offers, looking into my eyes. "For what?" I can't help ask, if anything I am grateful for everything, for him being with me. He has filled a part of me that has been longing for the longest time. He is making me the happiest man on earth right now. "I can't put it into words or a sentence, but if I had to summarize it, I'd say everything." He smiles brightly, his honest eyes sparkling.

I hook my hand under his chin and press my lips onto his, pouring my similar feelings to him. Gratitude is among them, alongside care, desire, and love. His tongue tangles with mine briefly, moaning softly before he pulls away when I press my hard on, onto him. He can feel my arousal, and he only smirks, probably calling me a pervert in his head again. "I thought you were all about saving water and that planet stuff." He teases, cleaning himself up.

"Yeah, but you smell all nice, and your body is irresistible." I reveal, whining almost. I want him again, and his bare skin on mine, his ass pressing on my cock, is too much temptation. He turns around, now through with his shower which I had invaded. "Not now, I got work."

"So later?" I ask hopeful, fishing for his lips. He lets me, smiling into the kiss, before suddenly wedging a hand between us and taking my erect length into his hand. He gives it three good strokes while pulling a groan from my lips, before pulling away, and peeling off me. "Yeah later." He whispers before walking past my dazed self and out the shower. He is going to kill me sometime.

I already know I will be waiting for later, and when it comes, I am going to carry out all those fantasies that he had revealed to me, one by one, I am going to pleasure him with his ideas.
I smirk to myself at his antics, and to the things I wanted to do to him, just thinking about it has me twitching.

I spend the next fifteen minutes with those images in my head, getting myself off, it isn't anything close to how it feels to cum in him, but I have to for now, knowing well I can't go to work with a boner. I clean myself and the bathroom before, putting on clothes and following him into the kitchen.

He has out avocado toasts, with omelette, filled with cheese, and a few sausages and mugs of coffee to the side. He is always good with food, so I don't waste a moment before sitting by the table and scuffing down with him. "Gotta go, Cruella won't like it if I am late again." He says somewhere in the middle of his breakfast, jumping up at the sight of the clock and wiping his hands, before slinging on his bag and putting on his shoes. "At least finish your meal."

"Can't, sorry." He flashes me a smile, walking back into the kitchen to hug me. He locks my head in his embrace, warm hands wrapping nicely around my neck from the back. "I'll make dinner in the evening, and we can eat together, yeah?" He offers, kissing my cheek and giving me the puppy eyes. I can't say no to him, especially when he acts cute like that, so I nod, smiling along, and pecking his lips. "I love you."

"I love you too." He replies, kissing my head, before running out. I laugh to myself watching him go, made all these just to eat it hallway. I clean up after breakfast, using the few hours I have before work to tidy up the place and keep it in order. The dirty sheets from last night meet the laundry downstairs, and floor in my room gets a somewhat good cleaning. By he time ten rolls around I am done with everything, and I move to the closet to put on my work gear when my phone rings.

I am surprised to see my mum calling, especially at this hour. She rarely calls during my work ours, unless it's an emergency, in which case I had asked of her to not hesitate. I retrieve it from the couch, receiving the call, and pressing the device to my ear.  "Hello?" I chirp, excited to talk to her, but a silence follows, before a week "Namjoon- ah" sounds into the receiver.

"Mum?" I ask, already on alert. "Hey son, how are you doing?" There is this sadness in her voice that she tries to suppress, something she has always been bad at, or one I have always been good at reading from her. "Alright mum, how about you guys?"

"Your father and I are alright...." The exclusion of Taehyung immediately raises the hairs at the back of my head, my fingers grip tighter around the device, my legs getting rooted with each passing second. "And Taehyung?" I ask finally, and a short silence follows, where my heart threatens to break out of its cage.

"Your brother had an episode last night. He had this panic attack, and he just couldn't handle it, and passed out." My own legs almost give out. That hasn't happened to Taehyung in years, why now, what could have possibly triggered that. "He's in the hospital, we are with him now." She adds, her voice shaking at the end. She is likely to break, if she hasn't already. She loves Taehyung to death, and this is probably hurting her too much. "How is he?" I ask, feeling my eyes water, throat dry. The thought of my brother in pain hurts me as well.

"They put him on a ventilator for now, they said he is not doing well, joon-ah..." I can hear the tears in her voice, the onset of her hysteria. She is never the one to cry in front of people, much less me and my brother, so this leads me to think its way bad than anything. "....he is way at risk, and the slightest of anything might cause him irreversible damage, he might..." I close my eyes, finding the couch out of memory and plopping on it. My throat closes up at the end of that silent sentence, my body going rigid at the whole news. Why, why does this have to happen now. We just had six more weeks to go, why would this come now.

I try to rake my brain of anything, right now, of answers, that could possibly solve this. They have always involved me in the decisions they make, especially regarding Taehyung, so it's not surprising when my brain springs up amidst my internal turmoil to offer a resolve. "Here comes your father, I'll put it on speaker." Their is slight shuffling on the other side, before my father's deep voice sounds into receiver. "Son." He sounds worn out as well, strong but still visibly affected. "Dad...can't he have earlier surgery, before the six weeks?" I question, out of order, but desperate for answers. There is a sigh on the other end, a little scuffle again before he answers. "That's the problem. It's what caused your brother's episode earlier." I furrow my eyebrows, not at all following, or able to fathom why this would be the cause.

"They are pushing back the date, for another three months or so. They called to let us know yesterday, and Taehyung went into an attack after it." I can hear my mother's sniffling after the sentence, while my eyebrows furrow even further in confusion. "Why?" I ask incredulously. Shouldn't it be like a fixed date, something that should not change, unless someone is miraculously healed.

"It's what we are still trying to find out. They won't give is a definite reason as to why, stating something about a jam schedule."

"We are included in the schedule right, we've been for a few months now. It's not like we are asking to be fixed in now." I state what they already know, somehow compelled to do so, to remind myself that this is how it's always been. "That's correct, we don't understand it either son, it's only us out of the schedule, and nobody will tell us why... something is not right." He concludes after a bit, and I internally agree so. This is just strange, and unexplainable.

"And doctor Joo, what does she say about this. She is Taehyung's doctor." I rumble on, still desperate for any fathomable answer. "She is unreachable via cellphone, and we are told she won't be in for a few days." I feel all my hopes shatter with that. What really is going on here, why is this happening to us?

We can't afford to wait three months. Other the fact that Taehyung can't go any further, we literally can't afford to wait. He have spent every last penny on this, every savings, and loan. We have exhausted all the help, and sought from every good friend we have. Another delay would mean Taehyung being on his drugs, go to constant check up, therapy, supplements, diets, and every necessary thing that we have spent our resources on, before eventual surgery. We can't go to another hospital either, they'll only put us on another waiting list, and an earlier surgery would be too expensive for us. Everyone is prioritized the same. Everyone should.

I have always had answer, an opinion to contribute, or a solution to offer at the end of the day, but not today. Today I am blank, I am wordless, and quite frankly defeated. Something is not right, and we need to find out soon. "I'll take the bus now, I'll be there in the afternoon." I say after a bit, already up on my feet to prepare.

"Ok, son, we'll go and check on your brother, while we wait for his doctor. We'll keep on inquiring too, and keep you posted." My dad says, another sigh leaving his lips. I nod in agreement despite the obvious distance barrier. I can't help it. The reality of all this is just starting to dawn on me, and the mystery surrounding everything just makes it way worse. I am always optimistic, and I try to stay focused, have a little faith, and try to see this through a different angle, one where we find a solution and my brother comes out alive.

"Take care son, I love you." My mother says finally, her voice a little gone with the tears, and I send them back my love, hanging up before rushing into my room. My thoughts are all jumbled up, and I try to breath and take everything per step without freaking out. I need to pack a small bag, then inform Seokjin of what's going on, then leave on the next bus to Gwanju. It's all clear in my head, and I move to do just that when my phone calls again.

I pick it up, thinking my parents might have forgotten about something, but surprised to see it's that private number from the other day. I debate whether to answer, given I don't have time to play the mute game right now, but nonetheless receive it, pressing it between my ears and shoulder as I pull my duffel bag from the closet.

"Hello?"

"You know who this is?" I am surprised they even talked, but as much as they sound familiar, I can't pinpoint where I have heard them before. Not through the phone, and not with everything going on in my head. "No."

"Quite forgetful I see, it's only been a day Namjoon, and you can't even remember. I am not sure Seokjin  likes that."