Jin's POV:

"What am I going to do? What do I tell him?" I looked at my phone, then looked outside of my room. The door was open widely and there was a cold breeze coming from underneath it.

If it's cold in my room, I can only imagine how cold it must be for Namjoon. Standing outside in that coldness... What if he gets sick?

"Seokjin, no! You can't let him in. If mom and dad finds out- But then again, he is human." I thought to myself.

"A chance to sleep with Namjoon... That sounds so wrong. Focus, Jin! Focus! The man just wants a place to spend the night. To spend the night... With me! Oh God, can I do this?"

I got goosebumps just by thinking about Namjoon. It's just for one night.

One innocent, safe night to keep Namjoon healthy. Yeah! Yeah, that's it.

"I'll do it- AH!! HOLY S...Spirit! THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU, ALL HAIL THE SWEET LORD." I shouted, staring at a tall, lanky, and dark silhouette inside of my room.

Namjoon walked over towards me, giving me a soft chuckle and getting in my bed as if it was such a casual and regular thing to do.

When we were about to share a compassionate embrace, my mother walked in and I acted quickly to get Namjoon off of my bed. "Jin- OUCH, SHIT!" I stuffed a small throw pillow in his mouth to keep him quiet as my mom turned the lights on in my room.

"We're screwed. We're screwed. TAKE ME NOW, SATAN. JUST TAKE ME NOW." I thought as she started to look around my room, immediately spotting Namjoon who was lying down
with his tail sticking out from underneath the bed.

"Seokjin," She nervously laughed. That laughter only meant one thing: I'm getting my ass beat. "What's your friend doing underneath your bed? And how long has Joonie been here, huh?"

"She's acting nicely, Jin. Think of something, quickly!" I sat up on the bed, pushing my head against the bed frame. My mother adjusted me, and whispered "Explain, now." into my ear.

I fear my mother at night. I swear, she becomes someone else if she doesn't get her sleep.

"Mrs. Kim," Namjoon rose from the floor, walking over towards me. "Please don't blame him, this was my idea. I stayed locked out of my house, so Jin offered to sleep with him- IN SEPARATE BEDS, of course!" I pinched Namjoon's arm, making him groan.

My mother looked at us straight in the eyes, squinting them tightly. I've seen that look in her eyes many times.

"She doesn't believe us. She knows we lied! Ohhhh my God, goodbye booty, it was nice knowing you. I'm definitely going to get my butt whooped tonight." To our surprise, she just stared at Namjoon and I then rubbed Namjoon's shoulder.

"It's perfectly fine with me if you sleep here tonight, Namjoon." We both sighed in relief.

"I'll get the guest bedroom prepared right now, you just wait right here." Both of our smiles faded to a frown.

"You mean... Joonie isn't sleeping next to me?" I asked, pouting. My mother hummed in response, further disappointing us both.

"Jin, you and Namjoon are both injured. You both need a separate bed-"

"We can heal each other!!... By sleeping together... Sorry." Namjoon let out a loud screech
when I pinched him harder.

"Who's sleeping together, huh?" When my dad walked in, rubbing his eyes, I wanted to dig a hole in my bed and disappear.

He kept on rubbing his eyes, viciously.

"I can't see without my glasses, hold on."

"Don't get them, It's fine!" Namjoon attempted to sound wise, but instead of coming off as smart, my father just glared at him.

"Namjoon, is that you? What are you doing here, boy? It's so late!" Namjoon tensed up and I just crossed my arms, turning the other cheek.

"Well, you spoke, I didn't. Should have kept your mouth shut." I thought, staring at my parents who were discussing weather or not Namjoon gets to stay for the night or not.

We looked like a pair of deers caught in the headlights of a car. I felt my worry growing bigger when I noticed my father walked up to Namjoon.

"Namjoon, why is there a red line around your neck?" My mother noticed the line that was trailed around Namjoon's neck and also asked about it.

"It was because of a scarf I had on which I turned out to be allergic to." If I didn't love Namjoon so much, I would have snapped his neck in half by now. My parents aren't going
to believe that cheap excuse, no scarf can be so rough or ichy to leave as big a mark as a tight rope would...

A rope that nearly took Namjoon's life away.

The thought of him taking his own life made me cry while my parents stared at me with a strange facial expression.

Seeing me cry made Namjoon panic.

"Seokjin, what happened? Son, are you alright?" My mother asked.

I thought of the best excuse I could think of at the moment.

"I want Joonie to stay with me!" Not only did I want him to stay with me in bed, but for as long as he lived.

My parents discussed things over and over again, then thought of a solution.

"I'll let you sleep in Jin's room, but you'll have to sleep in an inflatable mattress. Is that alright with you?" I frowned.

"But mom, why can't he just stay in my bed? Look at how spacious it is! There's space for the both of us." It was true, my bed could fit up to three people. It was huge. But despite my pleading, they just wouldn't allow Namjoon to stay with me.

Then my mother made matters worse by giving me an indirect.

"Namjoon will just have to sleep in the guest bedroom then, Jin." She made me look like the bad guy in this case.

I went with the first option, obviously, and let Namjoon sleep in the inflatable mattress.

"Namjoon, do you need anything, honey?" My mom sweetly asked.

"Just sleep, ma'am. Thank you." Namjoon smiled, deepening his dimples.

"Goodnight, boys. Don't stay up too late, it's already late enough- Oh! Namjoon, I'll let your parents know that you're here, first thing in the morning." Namjoon nodded, but I can tell that he felt stressed out.

When everything was back to normal and the darkness of the house returned once all of the lights had been switched off again, I alarmed Namjoon with my moans.

The reason I was moaning was because I attempted to turn myself to my side, but the pain in my bottom wouldn't let me. He got up from his mattress and came to me instead.

"Jin, don't move yourself like this, you can hurt yourself." He knelt down to the floor with both knees and stayed next to me.

"Your knees are going to get tired, Joonie. I just wanted to turn myself to see you." I kept my voice down, but failed when I saw Namjoon's silhouette leaning in on me.

He was going to kiss my forehead, but I tilted my head upwards and dragged his lips to my own.

Then, he did something he's never before... He pulled away from the kiss. My heart was pounding, but the butterflies in my stomach faded to a complete disappointment when I watched him reject me.

"Jin... I'm sorry, I can't." He turned away. I held onto his elbow, holding him back on leaving.

"Why not?" I asked, desperate for an answer.

"I'm just not okay for it tonight. My cousin died and I almost did too... Because of him."

I felt so embarrassed and angry at myself for acting so foolish. I apologized to Namjoon and watched as he just walked away and went back to the inflatable mattress.

He switched to his wolf form and didn't say a word to me after he last spoke.

I lay flat on my back, feeling upset.

~~~

The night got colder and as I slept in my warm bed, I saw Namjoon's body shaking in the mattress.

"Namjoon, I can give you my blanket if you're cold." Namjoon shook his head, but I insisted.

"I'm not cold." He got up and covered my body up again. Something rubbed against my arm, making Namjoon breathe out.

His sigh wasn't normal. It sounded tired, almost uncomfortable.

As he rested his head back on the mattress, he ignored the blanket my mom had provided him with and left his body exposed.

I was dumbfounded as to why he wouldn't cover himself up. I'm cold myself and my quilt
is very warm.

Why is Namjoon curling himself up in the mattress without the covers? I thought of something to catch his attention and make him come towards me again.

"C-can't reach! Joonie, I dropped my quilt, can you get it for me, please?" I lured him in and the moment he collected the quilt from the floor, I took this chance to look beneath him.

I slid my hand beneath his shirt.

"Hey, what are you doing?" His voice startled me.

"You feel warm." I couldn't see his face, but I can tell that he was frowning. His voice says it all.

"It's the ventilation system, it's way too hot." Although our heating system was on very high, I can tell that Namjoon wasn't just hot. He was acting different.

Rude, uncaring, and suspicious. Something was bothering him, but I don't know what.

"Is he uncomfortable with staying in my room? Is it the mattress?" I thought of a million things that could be making Namjoon upset, yet nothing seemed to ring a bell.

Nothing I thought of was making any sense to me.

A few minutes went by and I started to hear the sound of feet shuffling around.

Namjoon's long legs kicked my bed, making me jump.

"Sorry." He apologized, scaring me even more. His voice was deeper than before.

My curiosity was killing me on the inside. I HAD to know what was wrong with Namjoon.

"...But, how?" When I heard him moving again, I turned my head towards him.

I didn't know what to say.

I didn't really have anything to say, so I just spied on him in the meantime.

The night became endless when I needed it to end the most. I can't with this mystery.

"Does he hate me now?" The deeper my thoughts became, the further I faded from reality.

And in reality, Namjoon had gotten up and left the room without me realizing.

I saw him return the same way he left.

"Someone's using it..." He blurted out.

"Using what, Namjoon?" I asked, slightly sitting up.

"The bathroom." When he mentioned the word "bathroom" I jokingly thought about him being needy and having to get rid of his erection, then facepalmed myself.

Namjoon stood beside me waiting for the bathroom to be unoccupied.

"Sit next to me so you won't get tired." I said, scooting over, slightly. Namjoon sat down, complaining again.

The silence in the room became deafening to me. I had to speak to keep myself calm and sane, so in order to do so, I started humming.

Namjoon mistook my noises for something else.

"Are you moaning?" I stopped humming and covered my mouth with both of my hands.

"No! Why would I be doing that? I- I was singing." Feeling more relaxed, I decided to put my hands back down. But my stress didn't end there.

As I placed my hands down, my left hand felt the warmth of my bed, and my right one felt a different type of material. The material was silky, soft, smooth, and...

"Wet...? Why is this part of the bed wet? Did I spill water on it earlier?" I innocently and unknowingly proceeded to explore the material, feeling it everywhere until I can uncover
what it was.

I felt a bump from the inside of the silky material and attempted to take the bump out of where ever it was.

Whatever it was, I was determined to find that object and dig it out of the place it was hidden inside of.

"What's inside of here? It's so hard to take out!" I whined, pulling at the object from the outside of the material. The silky cloth was now more moist than before, and my hands felt damp.

"Mmmh..." I heard a faint moan coming out of Namjoon's mouth. Ignoring his sound, I just minded my own business and found an entrance to the cloth.

"This must be where the bump is at." I thought, guiding my hand into the silky cloth in hopes of finding the unidentified lumpy object.

Inside was another different type of material: This one felt slightly more rough than the other one, yet still soft and even more wet. I felt a thick elastic brush against my hand.

Being me, I pulled at it.

"Aha! It must be in here." I stuck my hand inside of the cloth and felt something slippery and very slimey touch my hand.

I jerked up, freaking out.

"WHAT!? WHAT IS THIS!?" I thought. When I moved my hand around, the 'thing' moved around with me.

It was warm... Almost alive.

I attempted to pull my hand out, when I felt Namjoon grab my wrist, leaving the hand inside.

"You've gotten this far, so don't stop now."

I was touching his dick the entire time.