"Then you should wear that just for me. Send me a picture." Hobi laughed and rolled over so he was on top of Namjoon, folding his arms on his chest to look at him with a mischievous smile. "So we just have to keep him from thinking badly of me, huh?"

Probably would have helped if he wasn't likely able to hear all of Namjoon's moans, but whatever. Hobi didn't feel like holding back, never really did. "You can just bribe him. I bet he's poor." Most people were, so hey. "How much does a bodyguard make, anyway? Just give him money. Or a blowjob."