THE CALL

"Jin," a whisper in his ear roused Seokjin from his drifting slumber. The lips previously nibbling on his earlobe journeyed across his face and gently woke him up.

"Joon," Seokjin murmured, his eyes fluttering open to find a pair of dimples beaming down at him.

"Good morning, my love," Namjoon greeted him with tender kisses on his lips.

"Mm, good morning," Seokjin replied, reaching out to curl his arms around Namjoon's neck. With a gentle tug, he pulled Namjoon beneath the warm comfort of the covers and sought solace against his bare chest in the chilly morning air.

"Don't you want to get up, baby? It's quarter to 8," Namjoon said.

Seokjin groaned in response, struggling to find the will to get up.

Namjoon chuckled. "Come on! You have a meeting at twelve with the subordinates."

"Oh, screw them!" Seokjin said in a thick, sleepy voice. He gripped Namjoon tightly and buried his nose in his neck, refusing to get out of bed by biting him.

Namjoon let out another chuckle. He was half amused and half surprised by Seokjin's persistence. Seokjin usually didn't put in a fight when it came to work. He was punctual and hardworking and inspired others to do the same. So, what happened now?

"Oh, you want to play rough, huh? Let's see how rough you can handle it." Namjoon grabbed Seokjin's arm, pulling it from around his neck before swiftly pinning him down on the bed, and settling firmly on his hips. He tilted his head and added new red bruises to the fading purple ones that he had placed on Seokjin's beautiful chest over the previous two nights. Licking, biting, and sucking, Namjoon left his fiancé tense, flustered, and softly moaning.

"Not complaining now, are you?" Namjoon teased, his naturally deep voice dropping to a sensual whisper.

Seokjin shot a murderous glare, but despite himself, his hips thrust upward into Namjoon, the growing bulge beneath his boxer betraying his control.

"Shut the fuck up and kiss me, or I'll make you wish you had."

Namjoon threw back his head in full laughter. "I'd want you to try."

No sooner had he spoken than Namjoon found himself brought down by Seokjin, whose eyes burned with desire as their lips met in a heated kiss. They were messy, but neither Seokjin nor Namjoon minded. In fact, Namjoon took particular pleasure in teasing Seokjin, who traced the corners of his mouth with his slick tongue and caused sparks to fly behind his closed eyes.

Namjoon bit Seokjin's pouty lips and pressed his pelvis against his, moving their bodies together in a slow, deliberate rhythm that generated a palpable, simmering heat between them. The intensity of their closeness was almost overwhelming.

Seokjin pulled away from the kiss, releasing a breathy, longing moan as his eyes fluttered shut, savoring the lingering warmth between them. When he glanced down, he noticed a dark, damp spot on his light gray shorts, mirrored by a similar one on Namjoon's blue boxers. The damp patches converged in an odd pattern, forming a shadowy shape between them.

Namjoon caught Seokjin's gaze, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. With a knowing move, he rolled his hips, making the cloud shape disappear, and sending a spark of arousal through Seokjin.

Seokjin hissed in satisfaction, thrusting his hips upward and rubbing his aching length against Namjoon's shamelessly. All his sleepiness had vanished in the heat of the moment.

"Holy shit," swore Namjoon under his breath. He released his previous grip and held Seokjin around the midriff instead. His hands were clammy, just like Seokjin's, whose skin was flushed and slick with intense pleasure. Namjoon moved his hips in steady circles, applying pressure at consistent intervals. But as Seokjin shook and neared his climax, the thrusts became more aggressive.

"Fuck, Namjoon, faster!" Seokjin grunted, wrapping his shaking legs around Namjoon and matching his thrusts with frantic eagerness.

After years of dating, Namjoon was intimately familiar with every sensitive spot on Seokjin's body. He knew exactly where to touch to build up his lover's pleasure. Therefore, parting his lips, he gently nipped at Seokjin's neck, leaving another mark. His touch remained firm, drawing out moans and whimpers, leading Seokjin to a blissful release.

Seokjin could feel his heartbeat pounding from his chest down to his pelvis. His body was numb, but that did not clear the haze clouding his mind when Namjoon continued to kiss him sweetly as he did before to wake him up. Seokjin was so immersed in his euphoric state that even the slightest touch against his nipples felt heavenly to the butterflies in his stomach.

He cast a second glance at Namjoon and felt a shiver run down his spine at the sight of him.

Namjoon was gently nibbling at one of Seokjin's perky nipples, his lips closing around the sensitive area while his long, slender fingers pinched the other. Seokjin inhaled sharply. The view left his mouth dry, creating an intense urge to quench it with Namjoon's lips.

"Joon," Seokjin called softly.

Namjoon hummed in response but kept his gaze fixed elsewhere, too absorbed to tear his eyes away from Seokjin's enticing chest.

When Seokjin's second call went unanswered, he grabbed a handful of Namjoon's hair, forcing him to face him and heed his demand.

"Kiss me." The words trembled under Seokjin's piercing gaze. He was breathless, utterly spent, yet still hungry for more.

Namjoon took in his flushed, yearning face and thought it was both incredible-and utterly reckless. He could easily count the number of times he had kissed Seokjin in the past 48 hours. But apparently, it wasn't enough for Seokjin. He wanted more, and more he would receive from his man.

"Your wish is my command." A dimple appeared as Namjoon smiled. He had no intention of keeping Seokjin waiting, so without wasting any more time, he leaned in to taste his favorite lips, lapping and caressing until their lips became swollen from the intensity of the deep kiss.

Seokjin had shared countless kisses with Namjoon, each one more mesmerizing than the last. He could never get enough of kissing Namjoon, nor did he believe he could ever be satisfied with the person himself. The love and passion Namjoon invested in their relationship felt more significant than the relationship itself. He wasn't sure if that made any sense, but then again, he thought the concept of love never truly did.

Seokjin was pulled from his thoughts by a sudden forward thrust of Namjoon's hips and realized the hardness still pressing against his thigh. In his own rush for release, he had totally forgotten about taking care of Namjoon. It made him furious with himself, especially because Namjoon focused only on his needs and wants, and not his own. He had relieved Seokjin while neglecting his own pleasure.

Seokjin scowled, clearly noticing that Namjoon had been doing it ever since his birthday morning. The chaos of that evening had been completely unpredictable to him. He was extremely anxious about the situation, precisely when he let Jungkook slip from his watch.

Seeing Seokjin's distress about Jungkook only heightened Namjoon's worry for his well-being. Unable to bear the sight of it, Namjoon offered several reassuring words and his support to comfort Seokjin.

Once Seokjin regained his composure by the next sunrise, he refused to leave the bed and enveloped himself in Namjoon's warmth, his only escape from the world's disarray. Namjoon was the one who brought sanity to his chaotic life and made it bearable. Perhaps it was Seokjin's greed that prevented him from recognizing Namjoon's patience and generosity. He took full responsibility for the flaw now and was determined to express his gratitude in the way he knew best. Namjoon was the best thing that had ever happened to him after all.

"Oh, fuck-" The chords of Namjoon's voice wavered with the tempo of Seokjin's hand working inside his boxer briefs. He closed his eyes in pleasure as sensations coursed through him, and they widened when another hand gently massaged him in the balls, drawing a series of groans and praises from him. "Your hands are extremely wonderful, baby, did you know that? Please keep going. I'm close."

A loud thud echoed as Namjoon grasped the headboard above him. He tried to steady himself, though the throbbing pulse around his cock signaled the intensity of the approaching spasm. Seokjin pulled him out from the thin piece of cloth and began to jerk Namjoon up and down, applying a generous pressure to the pink, swollen head. A final stroke was all it took for Namjoon to reach his climax, let out an ecstatic grunt and collapse onto Seokjin.

"That was amazing. You are amazing," Namjoon said, gasping for air with every word. He took a minute to recover, and when he did, he glanced down at Seokjin and the fluid spread across his stomach.

Namjoon chuckled. "Whoops!"

Seokjin, exhausted, glanced at the source of Namjoon's amusement and sighed. "Take me to the bathroom, will you? I can't stand this stench of sweat and sex." The room echoed with Namjoon's laugh-probably the tenth time that day-before Seokjin was hoisted up and carried to the shower, the sound of Namjoon's laughter rumbling in his ears.

He couldn't deny the relief he felt after the morning's events, the tension gradually easing from his shoulders as Namjoon shampooed his hair, singing with all his heart. (Namjoon might have been a better singer if he didn't shout the lyrics and dodge the high notes.)

Seokjin closed his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips. Greedy or not, he truly enjoyed being spooned by Namjoon.

The day felt more promising as they finished their shower and got dressed for the office. They exchanged warm smiles and headed to the kitchen for breakfast, where their housekeeper, Mrs. Baek, surprisingly energetic for her age, greeted them warmly and guided them to their seats. She served them hot fish stew and pork ribs, then packed their lunch.

By the time Seokjin and Namjoon finished their meal and cleaned their plates, the sun was already high in the sky. They hurriedly thanked Mrs. Baek for the food, rushing out of the house and into the car. They had already lost an hour with their morning shenanigan and couldn't afford to waste more time reaching their destination, Kim Enterprises.

On the way, they exchanged a brief conversation, during which Namjoon updated Seokjin on his schedule and pointed out a few things he should keep an eye on.

"How would I have ever survived without you, Namjoon? I really wonder," Seokjin said, shaking his head in disbelief. Namjoon had just suggested he delegate tasks to his subordinates and encourage them to bring in new ideas.

"Not a big deal." Namjoon shrugged. "Just keep treating me to dalgona coffee after work, and I'll be at your service forever. Trust me." He winked at Seokjin, making him laugh.

Namjoon got out of the car and came around to open the door for Seokjin.

"Thanks," Seokjin said, smiling wide.

"My pleasure."

Together, they entered the tall, sleek building named after Seokjin's ancestors. With its reflective glass facade and subtle traditional patterns, it symbolized both innovation and heritage. Seokjin took pride in the company, which had gained popularity through the immense hard work of him and his employees.

"Good morning, sir. Good morning, Mr. Kim," the woman at the reception greeted them.

Seokjin nodded politely while Namjoon responded, "Good morning, Lucy."

After that, they each went their separate ways in the hall: Seokjin strode into his office, while Namjoon took a seat behind a counter in front of Seokjin's office. Both were preparing for the meeting with the subordinates, which was scheduled to start in about an hour, when an unfamiliar man appeared with a bouquet for Seokjin.

"Apologies for arriving unannounced, Sir. Mr. Park would have personally delivered the invitation, but he has been preoccupied with preparations for the New Year's Eve celebrations. He greatly anticipates your presence at his felicitation ceremony."

Seokjin raised his eyebrows, puzzled by the invitation from someone who considered him a rival. Nevertheless, having heard the buzz in the architectural industry, he glanced at the green hydrangeas and the exquisite peach-and-white roses and immediately grasped the true motive behind the gesture.

The beautiful flowers symbolized fresh beginnings, sent by Park Corporation to celebrate their new CEO, Park Jimin, on the New Year's eve. However, Seokjin saw through the ornate, rose gold invitation, recognizing it as a façade masking an underlying bid for dominance and superiority.

He accepted the bouquet from the man who delivered it and respectfully sent him off, assuring him that he would attend the ceremony. Shortly after, Seokjin called Namjoon to request that he reschedule his attendance to a charity event for orphaned children that evening instead.

"Also, keep an eye on this Park Jimin. I want to know everything about him," Seokjin instructed as Namjoon jotted down the details in his notepad.

"Got it. Anything else?" Namjoon asked, dotting the 'i' in Jimin.

Seokjin paused, a worried expression crossing his face before he asked, "Has Jungkook arrived yet? I haven't seen him today."

"Me neither. But I have something you might want to hear."

"Go ahead," said Seokjin, leaning back in his chair, his apprehension from Saturday evening returning.

"I received a call from the man you asked to track Jungkook. He saw him leaving Serendipity Club the previous night with a girl and a kid."

"What?" Seokjin's voice was filled with incredulity, and his frown deepened. He clearly hadn't expected to hear that. But just as he was about to question everything about this mysterious girl and the kid, the person with all the answers walked in the office.