In a Bubble

While cooking, watching tv, before bed, sometimes in the morning, and most definitely in the shower. At school on the rooftop while I am sitting down on the concrete. He fingered me everywhere while licking my earlobe and my neck like it was some delicious treat.

I was constantly hard, but that didn't matter.

No, this man was simply trying to stretch my muscles as a gym instructor would do for its best, future marathon runner.

I ended up stroking myself in the bathroom during class.

Masturbating with my brother in the other room and ultimately, avoiding his house altogether.

The exams were getting near, so I used that as an excuse. Also, the fact that I had to be sober more often was already taking a toll on the little sanity I had left.

He understood.

But I was lying through my teeth.

Work hours were unbearable.

Even the time spent in the club room felt like a chore.

So, when Kwan called and told us to come to Bora's performance that was happening in a club, I faked enthusiasm in front of everybody while thinking of only one thing: 'Alcohol.'

I didn't want it. But I was desperate for any kind of mental break.

Namjoon couldn't do anything with so many people around and despite the complaints that I've had to listen to after the week in which he didn't have the chance to as much as bump into me, and now, I was the one who wouldn't sit next to him.

Even when I enjoyed the feeling, I couldn't take it anymore.

It happened on and on like a broken record.

This club outing was the one time I could spend with him in which I didn't have to be sober and in which I could stay by his side without covering my ass.

That's what I thought when I met with him in front of my apartment and said:

"You look good in leather." With a smile.

The venue was smaller than I anticipated. It wasn't much bigger than the house of a family that was well off, but the parents were not doctors or lawyers either.

People were grinding on each other. Drinks were getting poured one after another. The dancing lights made the dark corners mysterious and yet, the short skirts did nothing to distract him.

One drunk girl actually stumbled in front of him and touched his arm only to get gently pushed in the direction of the more sober friend that seemed to have been chasing her.

The drunk blonde seemed offended when her advances weren't reciprocated. But Namjoon had a straight face that betrayed no emotion.

His eyes followed me and ignored the rest as if they weren't there.

When we met Kwan at the bar with free drinks, I could finally exhale.

"There's a lot of people here." He complained.

"You guys are late. What took you so long?"

"I had some stuff I needed to attend before…" Namjoon said.

And Kwan turned to me next for an explanation, but I was too busy trying to down the cocktail: "Ah, I, ah…was waiting for him."

She sighed.

"Honestly. You left me alone for an hour."

"Isn't Sony and Yeong Cheol here?"

I asked passively.

"I don't know. They said hi and then disappeared. I didn't know they were coming at all either. They just showed up."

"And Bora?"

I took a big gulp, picked the alcohol-soaked cherry, and sucked on it until I met Namjoon's glare. And swallowed it by mistake, seed and all.

I started choking.

"Are you ok?" She hit my back as I said with a low, hoarse voice:

"Yeah, yeah..."

"Why're you drinking already? You just got here."

"I was…thirsty."

"So, Bora?" Namjoon grabbed Kwan's attention to the right side while I took small, but sure sips from behind her.

"She's somewhere in the back? She waved and left in a hurry. I don't know when she's supposed to be on stage or anything besides the fact that we get two free drinks each since we're with her."

"That sounds great," I concluded, beaming.

Kwan looked at me with a furrowed brow whilst Namjoon facepalmed himself behind her.

"You look great by the way." I complimented her. Only after I scanned the black dress, did I notice the sneakers.

She sighed as if she expected that my eyes would get stuck on her feet.

"I hate heels. Sue me."

"How did you convince your mom to let you come?" Namjoon asked after taking a sip of his own drink. And expressing clear disgust afterward.

"I will drink it if you don't want it…" I offered and reached for it, but he drank it as a shot in the next second.

"You've been very energetic lately. I like it, but I don't know who you are anymore…" Kwan said, mostly to herself, but I took it personally. Hence, before more signs of distress showed, I secured my glass and announced that I was going to the bathroom.

Namjoon continued their conversation.

'I am too sober.'

This thought was the only thought I had all day, every day.

I knew I had to quit in exactly two weeks' time and if possible, start studying now while I was sober. But I couldn't stop thinking about it.

My appetite was gone, but my alcohol consumption went from 0 to two to three beers every day. That helped me sleep, but didn't help me study.

The alcohol made me more anxious. Namjoon's constant touching in preparation for my virginity being taken away was distracting me for a bit, but it also made me even more aware of how much I disliked everything a bit more when I was sober.

It was like all happiness and tranquility were sucked out of everything I used to do.

I didn't like taking baths or listening to music anymore. Food was only a necessity and a nauseating experience, regardless of how healthy or unhealthy it was. All conversations seemed boring and every moment I spent sober was another moment in hell.

'It's fine. It's not forever.'

That was the only thought that comforted me.

I pushed people right and left and after asking a guy that was doing something with some cables for directions. He pointed down an almost empty hallway.

The music was repetitive and not even loud enough to block my thoughts. The smiling faces made me scoff internally and my drink was gone before I entered the bathroom that smelled like…

'Weed?'

Three guys were passing a dubbie between each other while talking and laughing.

I couldn't hear a word, but I was conscious of the fact that I'd been staring when one of them, asked me, smiling:

"Want a hit?"

I was ready to refuse, but the word wouldn't come out.

When he retracted his hand a bit after holding it in midair for a stranger that wasn't moving a muscle, I thought:

'Once won't hurt. I can start again tomorrow.'

And nodded. Reached out and took not one hit, but five.

I apologized, but they laughed. And lit another one.

I was blazed after four more hits.

"Been craving some?" One of them asked.

"A bit…"

"I totally get you, man. I used to get so mad whenever my dealer wouldn't pick up."

"The guy's an asshole. Like…doesn't he need our money?"

"Man, I shouted at the teacher the other day when she asked about my future and shit. All I could think about was: Shut the fuck up, my dealer's ghosting me for no damn reason."

They laughed and I pretended to laugh as well.

'I'm in a relationship with my ex-dealer that works for my current dealer.' Was the line I swallowed with the little saliva I had left.

"Class? You guys are students?" I asked.

"Yeah. You too?"

I nodded.

"What class are you in? You look young."

"I am…"

Nothing.

The information didn't come.

I blushed and hid my face with one hand.

"Dude."

They laughed wholeheartedly.

"That happens to me all the time."

"One time I forgot my name."

'These guys get it? They get me?'

I tried to laugh it off as well. But something inside me couldn't.

"Maybe we'll see you around in the hallway when you're sober, then you can tell us."

'No. They don't get it. These guys only smoke at parties or when they get around. They do it for fun.'

"Sure."

"Have a good one."

'It's never been fun for me.'

I got out of the bathroom, empty glass in hand, eyes smaller and mouth drier.

'It was fun the first time I think, the second, and at some point…it was like a bandage I needed to put on or else…'

I bumped into the same blond girl that bumped into Namjoon earlier. She was also on the way to the bathroom, holding her stomach.

"Hey! Watch it!"

"Sorry!"

Her angry stare, the music, the hallway. Everything seemed smaller, as if it had a dark contour around it, like a painting. The sounds were further and my heartbeat closer. Until I was out and into the crowd, it felt like it lasted at least 30 minutes.

I kept telling myself it could've only been a few minutes. That I didn't take too long, but when Namjoon spotted me from behind shorter Kwan, I felt shame washing over me like a cold shower.

'He knows. Or maybe I'm just being paranoid. I can't tell which one.'

But he kept talking and smiling. So, I thought: 'Even if he doesn't. He'll probably smell it if he comes any closer.'

So, before Kwan paid me any attention, I ordered the second free drink and used it to mask the smell of my mouth.

"There you are. Did you get lost?"

"No, why?" Voice about a whisper, I started panicking when I could tell that I was in the reflection of their irises.

"What?!"

"What?" I asked back.

"Where were you?!"

"Bathroom."

"I know but, what took you so long?"

I tried my best to pay attention to what she was saying, yet my focus kept jumping to Namjoon that was glaring at me as if he was watching a train wreck.

At least that's what I thought his stare meant.

"I couldn't find it!"

"Oh! The music got louder; I think they might start performing soon!"

"Maybe." I mumbled.

"What did you say?! Speak louder!"

Drank the rest of my drink and yet, Kwan reached for hers and toasted to mine like the good friend she was.

I toasted back and faked an unconcerned smile.

Avoided Namjoon's eyes and pretended to hear a word they were saying. I laughed when they laughed. Said yes and no when it seemed appropriate. And kept ordering drinks with Namjoon's money until he stopped talking, abandoned his seat, and came right in front of me. Stole the glass from my hand and gave it back to the bartender.

"You've had enough." He spat in my ear, holding onto the empty hand that I forgot to lower with enough force that it caused me pain.

I looked up into his angry eyes and swayed to the left in my haze. Seeing Kwan with the same drink she had at the start of the night half-full in her hand watching us with wide eyes.

"Alright," I whispered at the man who was so close to my face that I could feel his breath on my nose.

He returned to his seat.

And I clearly heard Kwan asking: "What's wrong with him? Did something happen?"

"Nah. He just likes to drink too much sometimes…"

"That's weird. I remember him telling me he hates the taste of alcohol."

I turned around and looked at the surface of the bar counter. It was a dark gray and it was moving right and left. And then the lights went out.

But that couldn't be. Since the music was still going and the voices sounded unconcerned.

Which could only mean that no one else was experiencing the blackout I was.

So, I didn't react.

And all of a sudden, I could see the counter again.

This happened multiple times until Namjoon's laugh reached my ears.

They were in their own world, having fun. And here I was, feeling isolated, surrounded by a sea of people.

I couldn't join their conversations.

Hell, I could barely see them.

Although they were centimeters away, they might've as well been on another planet.

I was alone in my bubble.

And my bubble's light was going on and off without my permission.

'Namjoon…I'm scared.' That is what I thought while I was looking in his direction, seeing nothing, but the void blinking back at me with its empty eye socket.

One tear escaped my left eye and through the blurry fog I was trying to see through, I noticed Namjoon caught it just before I wiped it immediately.

His lips became a thin line. Before he got to say a word to me, a hand was thrown around my shoulders.

"The one and only Jungkook. Looking fly tonight."

"Hi, boys." I forced out.

"Where did you guys go?! You showed up and then left me on my own!"

Yeong Cheol laughed and said: "Sorry. We knew some peeps and we promised to hang out a bit."

"Honestly…" She pouted; hands crossed at her chest.

"Don't be mad, little Kwan. Didn't these two keep you entertained?"

Sony shook me back and forth and I could feel my stomach not liking that motion. Namjoon kept staring at me until he didn't. Not because he looked away, but because I couldn't see a thing even though my eyes were wide open.

"Namjoon, what's wrong?" The other guy asked.

The music stopped and someone started speaking into a mike. The crowd that was protesting a second after the silence hit:

"Ladies and Gentlemen. The Stone Club wants to thank you all for coming tonight! And still, I need to ask: AREN'T YOU HOT PEOPLE READY FOR SOME REAL DANCING?!"

When the scream ended and the music started blasting was when I regained my vision and saw that they were all facing the stage that was behind us while I was still facing Kwan and Namjoon.

She was applauding and cheering. Namjoon was looking at me with an expression that I couldn't identify. My mind was flooded. Not one thought made sense, similar to my vision. It was completely blank, but my emotions were as heightened as they could be.

'Was there…' Inhale. 'Something else in that…' Exhale. 'Blunt?'

"Kook, what are you looking at?" Sony twisted me by the arm and there she was, Bora in a short skirt, high heels, and a high ponytail. Stuck in a pose with the rest of the dancers. Like some kind of still painting.

The rest cheered.

And when the beat shifted, that's when they started moving.

At first the girls, and then the guys.

Their moves were on the beat. That much I could tell.

And then I stole a glance in Namjoon's direction and to my dismay, he was still staring at me.

But no one else was seeing this.

A minute later, I couldn't see it either.

My heart was pounding, my cheeks were hot and my palms were sweaty.

'Make it stop.'

When the song was done and the second group was on the stage, I got grabbed by the wrist with such force that I almost fell face-first into the ground.

"Hey! Namjoon, what happened?"

He dragged me into the same hallway that led to the bathroom, which was next to a tall guy towering over a small one in the far corner. They were engulfed in just enough darkness that I could make out their shapes but not their faces.

"What the hell?!" Namjoon screamed above the music.

"Is he sick?" Sony asked from behind him.

We both stared at him in surprise and then I lost my footing, vision gone.

"That's what I want to know."

I slid lower to the wall, holding onto my head with the other hand. Eyes shut.

"Hey, Jungkook. Want me to take you home? Can you stand?"

I could feel Sony's hand on my shoulder and Namjoon's grip on my wrist lessening.

"No. I am fine. Got a bit dizzy."

"What if Namjoon gets you some water, huh?"

I realized that was not a question, but a demand, when my hand fell down, free.

"How much did you drink?" Namjoon asked. No. Demanded he found out.

"I don't know…Three or four cocktails?"

"Did you eat?"

"No…"

"When was the last time you ate?"

'Yesterday?'

"Ah…I don't remember." I rubbed my eyes, hoping that when I'd open them, I'd be able to see again.

"It's alright. You'll be okay. It'll pass." Sony caressed my back in circular motions and kept repeating the same sentence over and over again.

I bit the inside of my lip and told myself not to cry again and again.

'No. I can't bring everyone down. I need to get up. It'll pass.'

"Drink it."

The tip of a bottle was against my lips.

So, I took my hands off my eyes and opened them to see Namjoon, squatted down.

'And after it does, I'll regret it.'

I drank as much as I could from his hand.

And then, with Sony's hand still resting on my back, I got up and exhaled.

"I feel better."

"Are you sure?" Sony asked and I simply nodded. Forcing a smile. "Do you want to go back? Those two are probably worried, I can tell them you're feeling sick and you can stay here if that's what you want."

"No. Let's go back."

Then an obvious scream from the corner had all our necks snapping towards it.

I couldn't see who it was until, with the help of the wall, I got closer as Namjoon stormed towards them to pull the tall guy off the smaller guy.

"V?" I let out, surprised.

"What the hell do you want?!" He spat, injection in hand.

A tiny pink-haired guy looked at us in pain. One hand covered what could've been a punctured vein. A stream of blood was slowly but surely dripping down his arm.

"What the fuck!" Namjoon screamed.

The tiny guy ran away in the next moment. And Namjoon's fist seemed to be trembling by his side.

"Do you know him?" Sony asked.

V seemed to be in no mood to be held back and actually tried to pass Namjoon by so he could go after the pink-haired guy.

"That's enough," Namjoon said with a voice that was oozing malice.

I reached out my hand in instinct, but Sony forced it down.

V smirked and caressed Namjoon's chest with one hand, up and down as if to tell him: I know your weak point.

Namjoon didn't punch him, but he did throw him to the opposite corner as if the man was just a bag of potatoes.

We watched V get up, and straighten his clothes, standing in front of Namjoon with the same smirk. He then seemed to have taken a good look at all of us before he turned around and left without a word.

"Who the hell was that?" Sony asked

"A psycho." Namjoon shrugged.

"Why did he do that? What was the point?"

"Just forget about him," Namjoon said with a sigh.

When we got back, Sony clearly couldn't forget about it because he narrated everything to them while Namjoon ordered himself several vodka shots.

They all watched him with concerned eyes.

Sony approached him first: "If you ever need help, let me know. I know some peeps. And I am not too shabby myself."

"Yeah. Count me in too." The big guy said.

"Guys, stop it. Let's have a good time and talk about this tomorrow."

"Agreed," Kwan said, toasting the air with an almost full glass.

And when Bora came to us, looking and feeling victorious, we all stopped talking about it altogether to congratulate her. As if we all subconsciously agreed not to bring it up anymore.

"Did you see me? I didn't do one mistake!"

"You looked like a pro!" Yeong Cheol complimented her with red cheeks.

"And that finishing pose was perfect." Kwan pointed out.

"Really?"

"You did better than I expected you to." Was Namjoon's best attempt.

"Guys, thank you so much for coming!"

She hugged Kwan and then ordered a bottle of champagne.

And I stared at it as if it was insulting my very existence.

We toasted and after one sip, I abandoned the glass.

"The bookworm finally came out of hiding." She said to Namjoon, who bowed with a smile.

"And Sony. Thank you for the flowers."

"Flowers?" The big guy looked really surprised at this new piece of information.

"It was a secret?" She asked, covering her lips.

"Nah. He just can't figure out when I did it."

"We were together the whole time," Yeong Cheol argued.

Bora laughed.

"That's really sweet of you, Sony." Kwan pointed out.

"Nah. I just thought she needed a pick me up, that's all."

The rest of the night was pretty normal. The girls danced with the guys and even Namjoon had a slow dance with Kwan. A dance that had me laughing in tears the second he swayed her so hard to protect her from a drunk guy that she screamed out loud.

They all danced.

Everyone, but for me.

I never left my chair.

I was scared to.

But after one hour or more, the blackouts stopped when Namjoon wasn't looking. Therefore, I drank a bit more.

By the time we were outside, searching for a cab, the world was going at an incredibly low speed because of the weed, yet the alcohol had me swaying side by side with a slightly drunk Sony who hadn't left me out of his sight the whole night.

He made me drink water every 15 minutes and took me to the bathroom twice.

"Namjoon, are you going the same way?" Kwan asked, phone in hand.

"No, I live close to Jungkook."

"Oh, so you guys will take the same taxi?"

"Lucky! No one lives close to me! No one! They're all old people in my building!" Bora screamed at the universe. Pointing at the sky as if it was its fault.

"I'll take you home." Sony offered.

"You, shut up. I still didn't forgive you."

"For what?" He seemed dumbfounded.

"Just admit I've won. I am more talented than you, King boy." She staggered in his direction and pointed at his chest.

"Again, King's are important in chess, but that's still a lame nickname."

"Guys, the cab is here."

"You'll be okay, Jungkook?" Sony asked after letting me stand on my two feet.

"All's fine." I let out with a muffled voice.

"Namjoon, make sure he'll hit the bed instead of the floor."

"Don't worry. I'll put him to bed." The tone of Namjoon deep yet dead serious voice got through to everyone.

They were staring at him as if he'd threatened me, but I simply tried to figure out why he sounded normally although he kept moving right and left.

"See you guys."

"Night!"

"Take care!"

"Drink some water!"

"Yeah, yeah. Bye." I mumbled and waved. Leaning onto Namjoon in the middle of the wet dark road. Waiting for our cab in the newfound silence.

I closed my eyes and when it finally came, he helped me in.

Head on his lap, about to fall asleep during the ride when one hand traveled underneath my shirt. It caressed my belly and then went up to my nipple.

He tugged on it carelessly. I moaned.

"Is he sick?" The driver asked.

"Yeah, he's really sick."

"If he vomits in my car…"

"He won't. Besides, he's almost asleep."

He simply grazed it back and forth and then went low and behind my back, only to squeeze the right cheek of my ass under the loose pants, as if I was asking for it just by choosing to wear them.

I opened my eyes mostly due to the panic I felt when his fingers reached my entrance. I quickly said, as politely and as clearly as I could in that state: "Mister, can you turn on the radio. Please?"

"Sure."

I closed my eyes again.

That was all I was capable of doing at that moment. All energy was gone now.

The voices were blending into each other and the car was moving me back and forth slightly with every turn or acceleration.

I loved the sensation when I was high. But since I was drunk, it was far more nauseating.

But it all was unimportant when a finger went in and then another.

A moan escaped without my consent again. But it wasn't louder than the music.

Regardless, I covered my mouth.

The dry fingers were scissoring and then went in deeper. The car went right, the fingers were almost pushed out. The car went left, they went in deeper.

And then they started searching for my sweet spot.

To my dismay, my body reacted quickly. My intoxication level was enough to have me squirming under him like a little girl.

"Is he alright?"

"He's fine. By the way, I don't have change."

"Don't worry, young man. I have plenty."

"Hmm…"

A third finger tried to join the others when the car stopped and that's when they all went out of me.

Namjoon paid while I was holding onto his arms like a man that was about to faint. When the wind hit me, the erection I didn't realize I had was making it real hard to walk.

He reached for my pants in the middle of the street and I almost thought he was about to jerk me off only to realize he was aiming for my phone.

"Hi. Jung?...Yeah. It's Kim Namjoon…Sorry for calling so late."

"Why did you call him?" I mumbled with anger, squinting my eyes.

"He had a little bit too much to drink and he's half asleep already…. Can he sleep over?... Of course. I will. Good night."

I looked around for the first time and realized that we were in front of his place.

He put the phone back in my pocket and opened the fence while I still held onto him like a cat holding onto clothing after it jumped several feet in the air. I was walking like someone who was a few seconds away from peeing oneself.

Knees rubbing together, I collapsed on the wooden floor after he let me in and locked the door.

My shoes were getting removed and when he tried to pull me up, I stood my ground.

"Come on." He pleaded quietly.

"No. I can't walk anymore." My words were elongated and childish.

I would've cared about the fact that I was making a fool out of myself if only Namjoon said anything about it.

But he didn't.

He simply grabbed my neck, leaned in, and kissed me on the lips.

It was short and sweet.

And then as if he had decided something in those few seconds in which our lips were mere millimeters from each other, he slipped his tongue in and tasted the same cherry-flavored alcohol and champagne I could still taste.

"Mph." I let out when he parted my legs and cupped my hard-on through my clothes and squeezed.

He sucked on my tongue and saliva escaped through the corner of my mouth.

Eyes half-opened, I tried to see him, but in the darkness of the hallway, only his shape was apparent.

"Want to do it here?" He asked.

"Wha…" He massaged the bulge as I moaned.

Even in that state, I could tell that I was too loud.

"You really like to torture me, don't you?"

I was confused about what he was talking about. But I didn't find the words or time to ask him about it when my pants got dragged down to my knees in one swift motion. While the other squeezed my neck.

"Ha…" I breathed out when his cold hand made contact with my warm erection.

"Don't cum." He demanded.

I didn't take him seriously until he was licking my ear and increasing the pressure on my neck whilst I moaned by myself under him.

I was close in a matter of two minutes and he seemed to know it since he stopped jerking me off.

My eyes snapped open, ready to protest. I even looked at him in that darkness, only to hear him say:

"Get on your knees."

I didn't move an inch even when he finally released my neck.

He didn't seem to like that since he pretty much pulled me up by force, turned me around, and pushed my head down and my ass up.

"Ah…" I moaned when the two fingers returned and circled around as if it was their own playground.

"Why did you drink so much, huh?" He asked.

And then thrust them in. Fully in.

I gasped and moaned at the same time, struggling to stay on my knees. My arms faltered, ready to fall over.

"Why did you lean against Sony all night? Huh?"

This made me feel a shiver down my spine.

"I did not…" I stated, as clearly as I could, only to resort to a cried moan when a third finger went in.

I reached for my cock that was leaking between my legs.

Namjoon seemed to be seeing perfectly in the dark since he pinned my wrist from between my legs and pulled on it a little which made me moan in pain.

"Did I tell you that you could cum?"

'But…" I tried, but was distracted by the sound of him spitting above my ass.

I could tell that he coated my hole in saliva before he thrust the fingers back in deeply.

But he didn't play like before. He was fucking me with his fingers instead of stretching me.

And his speed and depth had me moaning, face down on the floor with my trousers to my knees.

Some more were just reactions to something painful, other moans were complaints coated with pleasure as my cock dangled back and forth, still hard.

He was simply staring at me from behind while seemingly making sure with every thrust, no matter how I moved, I'd end up back in his fingers.

After too many minutes in which I felt like I could've cum at least five times, I managed to hold back a moan to beg: "Please…it hurts…please…"

"What hurts?"

His voice betrayed no concern and his fingers went in deeper as a result.

"Mphm, mm…my…I need…Please…"

"What do you need?"

He seemed to be avoiding the spot he knew caused me most pleasure so now, in my shameless, drunk, high, and dizzy state, I pushed back on his fingers and guided them exactly where I wanted them.

He held his fingers still for a few moments. Though I knew it wasn't because he was surprised that I was using his fingers to fuck myself since I could hear him smirking between my loud panting.

"You can't take it anymore?"

"No." I quickly confessed. Desperately trying to free my hand for the tenth time. This time, however, I almost managed to until he twisted my wrist.

"Aww." I breathed out in pain.

"Then you finally know how I feel all the time."

This made me stand still which prompted him to keep doing what he was doing before. This time, hitting the spot perfectly, on purpose.

"I …ah…I…mph…sowwy." I moaned out.

That gave my hand back, but a fourth finger in.

"No…fit…mmm…no…" I mumbled holding onto the floor to both resist the pain and hold myself steady since his fingers alone made me sway back and forth like a boat during a storm.

"But you know… I am bigger than four fingers."

"Ah, know…I…" I moaned and tensed up.

To my relief, he stopped trying to force it in.

Instead, he threw me on my back and removed the rest of my pants.

I shyly reached for my now, painfully hard erection.

He wouldn't have it.

"Please!" I begged in a childlike whimper right before he grabbed said hand and forced it on his own hard-on.

I gasped for air and felt my insides tingling as he made my hand go up and down his length.

He was above me, breathing heavily next to my lips, half-naked as well.

"Do it." He demanded, releasing said hand and grabbing onto my cock with it. Choking it as if to make sure that I wasn't orgasming anytime soon.

I moaned out of frustration and kept jerking him off, moving under his touch in a futile attempt to cause some friction.

He kissed and teased me for a long time until I was too tired to oblige, too lightheaded to speak, and with the world spinning around me quickly. I tore my fingers away from his dick. Took his hand in mine and forced it to move instead.

At this, he grabbed my neck so hard that I couldn't even moan. And then Namjoon sank his teeth in my shoulder, hard.

"Aww…Nh…"

Even after his teeth were gone, it still hurt.

I kept jerking myself off with my hand on his.

A few seconds later, I released all that I had into his hand, spasming on the floor like I was having a seizure.

He smiled against my neck.

The world was white. In that pitch-black room. I saw the light and it swallowed me up.

The air was thin up there, but I couldn't care less. Time stopped and the white shadows drew near. Even if they had no eyes, it felt like bliss to be watched. To be in someone's presence and feel this good.

'It can't be real.' I thought as his nails dug deeper into my neck and pulled me back from nirvana.

Despite the fact that I couldn't breathe, I couldn't move my arms either. I just let them hang, limp on either side of my body.

He kept jerking me off, knowing that no more sperm was coming out.

I was empty.

Head swinging left and right on the floor.

He placed a peck on my cheek and then released me.

I coughed and coughed.

Gasping for air.

"You came without my permission again." I heard him say.

"Mm…"

I could feel him breathing against my cheek, but moving seemed like an impossible task.

Hands kept grabbing, squeezing, and stroking when I fell asleep on the floor with him, still above me, engulfed in darkness.

The last thing I heard was a deep, clear sigh.