"I'm not that hot, especially not today, I-- Oh shit!" Namjoon moaned and arched into him, whimpering lightly at the bites and closing his eyes. He really did think he wasn't much to look at today, especially when he came in. Jeans, t-shirt, sunglasses. Boring, normal, lowkey. He was trying to make sure that Yoongi could get nothing from him.

He was a gangster's son, he wasn't stupid. He knew how to be careful. He knew to trust no one by now. He only trusted Hobi. Mostly.

"My dad is gonna see that mark, you ass."