You guys predicted that the early sex would lead to bad things... we shall see if your prediction is right or wrong 😈

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Play this song while reading cuz it helps set the mood :)

It's up there too if this one doesn't work for you☝🏼

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Song: Lullaby by UMI (ft. Yeek)

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"Say 'call'."

"Cawll." Seokjin said confidently.

"No. Call." Namjoon repeated with a lazy smile, subconsciously playing with the older man's fingers.

"Cawll. I'm sayin' it da same way as you, dimples." The mafia boss defended, seemingly oblivious of his pronunciation.

"Whatever you say." The brunet laughed softly, pulling the covers a little higher to cover his lower region better.

It's been a few weeks since the last time Namjoon had gotten drunk which meant a few weeks since the first time he'd slept with Seokjin. The morning after that night was weirdly normal and the younger was waiting for the other to say something about the previous night's events. He never did. Despite that, it wasn't the last time that they slept together. It suddenly became a consistent thing. Have sex then forget anything ever happened when morning came— a routine.

The raven-haired male barely visited him during his shift in Jimin's office or when he lazed around in Jackson's place. Nowadays, the after-sex talks seemed to be the only times Namjoon actually got to spend with Seokjin. Even then, the older would have an excuse to leave. There have been countless nights where the mafia boss left right after finishing both of them off, leaving the younger feeling slightly numb inside.

This night was one of those rare times that he actually stayed.

"You don't have anywhere to run off to?" Namjoon questioned, glancing at the male laying next to him.

"Nah, got Min and Jung tuh take ov'uh da mission fuh tonight." The older man explained, twirling his favorite dagger with his free hand.

"They're a good couple, aren't they?" The younger smiled sadly, feeling like he's subconsciously hinting something when in reality, he himself didn't know what he wanted to say to the man.

"You could say dat." The ravenet shrugged. "Dey'uh too disgustin'ly in love in my opinion. Glad dey'uh gettin' married soon though."

Namjoon only hummed in response.

"Jinie?" The brunet started. Was he about to confront the male? Ask what this was all about? If these hook ups meant something to the older like they did to Namjoon?

"Yeah?"

"I- um..." Fuck he couldn't do it. Think of a question. Quick. "Uh- how'd you get the name Dire for your mafia?" He tossed over, facing his body toward the male and looking at him with adoration through his chocolate, brown eyes.

"I got it aft'uh my parents died. My fath'uh nev'uh really gave da mafia a prop'uh name when he was da lead'uh." Jin explained, eyes on his dagger. It seemed as if he wasn't as interested in having a conversation with the younger like he used to. "It's part of an old rock band's name dat my parents loved. Da meanin' of da word's pretty fittin' too."

The brunet nodded, not missing the disinterest in the older's tone.

"That's cool." Namjoon smiled, eyes not crinkling up like they used to. "I should go now."

Still a little sore, he carefully stood up when he received no response. The mafia boss only reached over to the nightstand for a cigarette and a lighter when the younger slipped his clothes back on and slowly walked to the door.

"Close da door on yuh way out, babe." Jin spoke with the tobacco stick between his lips, flicking the lighter to scintillate a thin flare of blistering fire that momentarily grazed the bud of the cigarette. The confused, grey smoke came after.

Namjoon nodded, doing as he was told.

The short walk back to Jackson's place felt longer than it usually did.

And to make matters worse, the male entered his best friend's condo to see no other than Jackson sitting on the couch with an unamused look.

"Where have you been?" The shorter questioned, eyes squinted and lower lip protruded in a scowl. "You've been coming home too late for too many nights. That's not like you, young man!"

Did he forget to mention that he never told Jackson (or anyone for that matter) about his and Seokjin's hook ups?

"I'm only a few months younger than you, Jacks." The latter rolled his eyes, taking his shoes off and walking into their shared bedroom. Jackson followed with a stomp to his every step, almost tripping on his checkered pyjamas that were a tad too long for his stature.

"That doesn't answer my question, Joon!" Jackson was most definitely overreacting and what about it?

"Just drop it, Jackson. Please." He was too mentally exhausted for his normal self and it may have been showing through his whole aura.

The shorter sighed, slipping into his own bed while the other did the same. They've shared a tiny dorm to themselves for more than a year. This was nothing.

Jackson of course noticed the small changes with the tall brunet. His eyes didn't sparkle like they used to. It was as if they were back to the first few weeks of knowing each other. The other always looked exhausted and out of it.

Namjoon faced away from his best friend, not able to shut his eyes despite the exhaustion.

"Hey, Jacks?" He whispered.

"Yeah?" The shorter responded, body facing the opposite wall.

"Remember when I told you about the guy I had a thing with before I moved to college?"

"How could I not? That guy's a fucking asshole for using you only for bed. Not to mention, leaving you once your parents kicked you out because of him." Jackson took a deep breath, getting a little too heated about the thought. "Anyways, why?"

Namjoon bit the inside of his cheek. "Nothing... just... something's been reminding me of him lately." Starting to think that I'm being used again.

"Wanna tell me what it is?" The older brunet question softly.

The taller hugged his pillow closer to his head. "Maybe some other time."

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Sorry for the slightly shorter chapter

I'm thinking of finishing this book before my month long "break" from my classes ends. (That is unless they decide to cancel them for the rest of the year which would suck)

Take care of yourselves, babes 💜