"It's so fucking stupid but you know my dad. He fucking hates ... all of this. Oh, if he could see me now." Namjoon huffed out a playful laugh cause, you know, it was pretty funny. He was so freaked out by the idea of him continuing to live the life he was that he hired him a bodyguard. "It's cause I wore that skirt to the party. I think I gave him a heart attack."
He didn't get why. He wore pants under it! Looking up a Hobi, he licked his lips and tugged a little on the ropes. "What if he starts getting in my way though?"
"How would he get in your way? He has to listen to you, right?" Evidently, given he right now had to wait outside. Which was pretty damn hilarious, all things considered. "I wouldn't worry about it. He's kinda cute anyway, you should invite him in."
Hobi leaned over to lick over Namjoon's nipple, since he got to. "You looked hot in that skirt, by the way."
He felt as if he needed to be told. "I like when you go all fashion forward, gives me something to look at."
"My dad told him that I'm under threat because he didn't want to admit he's just paranoid about his queer kid. He barely wants to acknowledge that I am queer. He has to 'protect me from anyone leading me astray'." That was a pretty board idea and depending on what kind of guy his new body guard was - that could include guys like Hobi.
Namjoon moaned with little filter, arching up towards Hobi and smiling at him, lazy but satisfied.
"I thought you'd like it. Pleated and black. I wanted to wear my tights but dad would have killed me himself.
"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."
"I dunno how much they make but I assume not a lot, based on his shoes. He's strong though. That's such a turn on." Well, it was. He liked strong men who could take care of him, that hit every kink. He looked at Hobi, his arms strong and thick - manly and powerful. He was so hard just feeling him on top. Hobi was by far his favourite playmate. "I don't know if he'd be receptive to a blow job though, he's kinda serious."
He seemed to be taking the job all seriously and Namjoon didn't mind. He was keeping a distance for now, trying to make sure Yoongi knew his place. Which wasn't cramping his style. "Do you think he's pretty?"
"Oh yeah. Definitely pretty. More pretty than handsome, I guess. Maybe depends, but I think his face is soft. Sweet." Hobi thought about it as he looked at Namjoon, licking his lips. "Hot like you."
Well, he could think about others and he clearly did, but he wasn't an idiot and he would have to be to not pay compliments to the guy he was currently with. "You don't think so?"
Nothing like making small talk right before leaning down and biting Namjoon's neck lightly, then sucking on it. He liked leaving a mark every now and then.
"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.
"Great. Tell him you have a girlfriend." Hobi giggled, not too bothered. He kissed just below Namjoon's ear and nuzzled him. "You are always hot, Namjoon, don't talk crazy. Hot guy." Well, he thought so.
Especially when he had him like this. "Even when your clothes are nothing special, it's still you underneath. Beautiful skin, those long legs, such a nice cock. You are so handsome."
"Soohyun said I was like a stick figure the other day. Like. Lanky. He's such a dick." Which, to be fair, was his appeal. Their father's worked close together and they had amazing sex. Too bad he always talked down to him. Really killed the mood. "I like listening to you more. You don't talk a lot of bullshit."
Leaning forward, he stole a small kiss because he wanted to. He wanted to kiss those lips and be loved. "I wonder if my new guard will think I'm pretty... I keep forgetting his name. I'll have to give him one I'll remember." Namjoon pulled a face, thinking it over. "Suga. Cause he's all sweet and pale!"
"Soohyun is a dick. Nice muscles though." Well, credit where credit was due. Hobi kissed Namjoon back and then laughed at the name suggestion. "Suga, eh? I like it, let's roll with it."
There was something very funny about calling someone who had probably trained extensively to be able to kill and hurt a lot of people something sweet like that, so Hobi liked it. He'd always been a bit twisted like that. He kissed Namjoon again to keep him from talking and this time he was a little too eager to keep teasing, instead going all the way and fucking him until they were both spent.
Hobi rolled off Namjoon unto his back, smirking as he looked at him. "You should call in Suga, I'm too lazy to untie you."
"Don't leave me like this. I really need to shower. I think I have a meeting in an hour... or an hour ago. One or the other." Namjoon wriggled and tugged on his bindings, eyeing up the door before raising his voice as loudly as he could. "Suga! Guard... man! I forgot your name. Erm, when is my meeting?!"
What? He could have a yell conversation through the door while he waited for his dom to untie him and let him shower.
Somehow the ellipses in front of his words could be heard even though it was the only thing he said, which was oddly impressive. Hobi raised his eyebrows and then grinned, reaching up to start untying one of Namjoon's wrists.
"What, is he your calendar too? I like it, bodyguard and personal assistant. You got such a sweet deal here, Namjoon, why are you complaining?"
"I dunno. I guess it's not so bad." Once Namjoon was untied, he stretched out and rubbed his shoulders. He felt bad, leaving Suga outside for so long. He was being such a good body guard. "I'm gonna use your shower. Invite Suga in and -- offer him coffee? I dunno. What do you even do with a guard? I guess coffee." Namjoon rambled as he got up and staggered into the bathroom, running himself a quick shower to get rid of the mess Hobi had made of him.
He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked back in. "Hobi-hyung, where did my pants go?"
"I don't know. What am I, your maid?" Hobi was sipping on his own coffee and talking to Yoongi, who had a to go cup of black coffee and was standing like he was ready to go, although right now he was also blinking at Namjoon.
Only for a moment though, then he pointed over to a corner. "Your pants, Namjoon-nim."
"Aw, he's so sweet. The name really fits him, I want a guy like that." So useful.
"You already have a harem of boys. Don't be needy." Namjoon went over to collect his boxers and pants, pulling them on slowly and then dropping the towel. His chest was literally with bite marks and red spots, Hobi always knew how to hit all of his kinks. Moving along, he headed towards Yoongi and smiled at him.
"Thanks, Suga. Is it cool if I call you Suga? I like that. Also your name is really tricky, I can't remember it."
His name was like... something weird or not korean, right? Or was he thinking of someone else? Probably. He picked his t-shirt up off the floor. "When are you next free, Hobi-hyung?"
"My name is Min Yoongi." How was that tricky? Yoongi didn't want to go around being called Suga and he would have made that point very clear, but he looked down at the ground and that kind of made it hard to stand it. Stand his ground. Looking at Namjoon right now would make him blush, however, and he didn't need that happening.
"I'm always free. I love my freedom." Hobi smiled happily, shrugging his shoulders. "Just hit me up any time, Namjoon, we'll figure something out. If your Suga doesn't keep you from me."
"I doubt he will. He seems very accommodating." With a smile, Namjoon made out with Hobi before he picked up his hoodie and double checked that he had his phone and wallet. All set. He didn't want to go and do business, be an adult and be scary. He just wanted to be with his hyung and dick around all day. It wasn't that he was in love with Hobi but Hobi was freedom. He just did whatever.
Namjoon envied that a lot. He wished his dad was less important. "Come on then, Suga-hyung. Let's go. Maybe we can stop off and get snacks."
"We should hurry." Because they were already running behind and Yoongi wondered whether he'd have to take responsibility for that. He walked next to Namjoon, thinking about how this job really wasn't what he's expected. Not that he'd known what to expect, but basically having to listen to some kid having sex and getting renamed 'Suga' of all things?
Nothing he was too crazy over. This had been advocated as a very different gig than it already turned out to be. "Your father wouldn't like all of this." He figured it was worth pointing out.
"There's no hurry. They'll wait for me. It's a meeting about my next move. Why would they go on without me? Seems pointless." Namjoon didn't mind making people wait, he had very little sense of time or urgency. He just picked walked beside Yoongi and paused at the lift, hitting the button and waiting for it to come up.
"My dad wouldn't like anything I do. Ever. I could conquer Korea and dedicate a whole month in his honour and he'd still not like it. And his dream is to have his birthday as a national holiday, I shit you not." There was no love lost between the two of them, that was for sure. "I don't care what he likes."
"It's good to know you feel comfortable wasting everyone's time because you have daddy issues." Yoongi kept from rolling his eyes, just saying it calmly and without much emotion in his voice. He waited for Namjoon to walk into the lift first, checking in both directions before following behind him. He took his job seriously, even if he was guarding a little brat.
"Ooh, someone is pissy today. Just for that, we're taking the scenic route. I wanna walk around the park before my meeting." Hey, he could waste as much time as he wanted. He could waste more. What was Yoongi going to do about it? Putting his sunglasses on, he leaned against the inside of the lift and checked his phone. "If you don't want your time waste, get another job. You were hired for time wasting reasons. I'm not even in danger, dumbass. My dad just wants you around me to clockblock me."
"If that was the reason, I'd not have listened to you moan for an hour or two just now. I'm good at my job. Cockblocking isn't part of the job description." Although it could have been, because at least according to Jungkook, Yoongi was pretty good at that too. Well, he wasn't going to let his brother do something he'd end up regretting and he was still little.
"We can waste time, but when it comes to your safety, you have to listen to me. Not the other way round."
"No promises. I'm not a great listener." Namjoon smiled at Yoongi as the door opened and headed out of the lift, turning his head back to gesture at Yoongi to keep up. "Just relax, Suga. Chill. No one is gonna make a move on me, it'd be stupid. And besides, I don't have any enemies. I don't have any real issues. My dad is my biggest issue."
As neat as it was to have a handsome guy follow him around, he did think it was kind of pointless. "I hope you're getting paid well at least."
"You are naive." Obviously. No enemies? Plenty of people who'd love to take him on just for being who he was. Yoongi imagined there were probably more based on how annoying he was, but that might just be his imagination. Either way, he didn't think that it was baseless paranoia. Where the queer stuff was concerned, sure, but beyond that? Namjoon's father had a point.
"I get paid well enough." He was glad he'd gotten this job. It should make for a good life for Jungkook and then give him some extra he could send to his parents, so that was pretty ideal. He hadn't wanted Jungkook to need a job next to school.
"Whatever. Stop glaring and get in the car. We're gonna get ice cream. I'm really craving that one with the edible gold? What a waste, I love it." Seriously, what was the point? Well. He didn't mind. It wasn't like it cost him a think in the end. He stretched out, smiling, not really seeming to care what Suga said one way or another.
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He didn't get why. He wore pants under it! Looking up a Hobi, he licked his lips and tugged a little on the ropes. "What if he starts getting in my way though?"
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Hobi leaned over to lick over Namjoon's nipple, since he got to. "You looked hot in that skirt, by the way."
He felt as if he needed to be told. "I like when you go all fashion forward, gives me something to look at."
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Namjoon moaned with little filter, arching up towards Hobi and smiling at him, lazy but satisfied.
"I thought you'd like it. Pleated and black. I wanted to wear my tights but dad would have killed me himself.
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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."
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He seemed to be taking the job all seriously and Namjoon didn't mind. He was keeping a distance for now, trying to make sure Yoongi knew his place. Which wasn't cramping his style. "Do you think he's pretty?"
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Well, he could think about others and he clearly did, but he wasn't an idiot and he would have to be to not pay compliments to the guy he was currently with. "You don't think so?"
Nothing like making small talk right before leaning down and biting Namjoon's neck lightly, then sucking on it. He liked leaving a mark every now and then.
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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."
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Especially when he had him like this. "Even when your clothes are nothing special, it's still you underneath. Beautiful skin, those long legs, such a nice cock. You are so handsome."
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Leaning forward, he stole a small kiss because he wanted to. He wanted to kiss those lips and be loved. "I wonder if my new guard will think I'm pretty... I keep forgetting his name. I'll have to give him one I'll remember." Namjoon pulled a face, thinking it over. "Suga. Cause he's all sweet and pale!"
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There was something very funny about calling someone who had probably trained extensively to be able to kill and hurt a lot of people something sweet like that, so Hobi liked it. He'd always been a bit twisted like that. He kissed Namjoon again to keep him from talking and this time he was a little too eager to keep teasing, instead going all the way and fucking him until they were both spent.
Hobi rolled off Namjoon unto his back, smirking as he looked at him. "You should call in Suga, I'm too lazy to untie you."
He was joking. Mostly.
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What? He could have a yell conversation through the door while he waited for his dom to untie him and let him shower.
"He should know. He's a good boy like that."
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Somehow the ellipses in front of his words could be heard even though it was the only thing he said, which was oddly impressive. Hobi raised his eyebrows and then grinned, reaching up to start untying one of Namjoon's wrists.
"What, is he your calendar too? I like it, bodyguard and personal assistant. You got such a sweet deal here, Namjoon, why are you complaining?"
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He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked back in. "Hobi-hyung, where did my pants go?"
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Only for a moment though, then he pointed over to a corner. "Your pants, Namjoon-nim."
"Aw, he's so sweet. The name really fits him, I want a guy like that." So useful.
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"Thanks, Suga. Is it cool if I call you Suga? I like that. Also your name is really tricky, I can't remember it."
His name was like... something weird or not korean, right? Or was he thinking of someone else? Probably. He picked his t-shirt up off the floor. "When are you next free, Hobi-hyung?"
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"I'm always free. I love my freedom." Hobi smiled happily, shrugging his shoulders. "Just hit me up any time, Namjoon, we'll figure something out. If your Suga doesn't keep you from me."
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Namjoon envied that a lot. He wished his dad was less important. "Come on then, Suga-hyung. Let's go. Maybe we can stop off and get snacks."
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Nothing he was too crazy over. This had been advocated as a very different gig than it already turned out to be. "Your father wouldn't like all of this." He figured it was worth pointing out.
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"My dad wouldn't like anything I do. Ever. I could conquer Korea and dedicate a whole month in his honour and he'd still not like it. And his dream is to have his birthday as a national holiday, I shit you not." There was no love lost between the two of them, that was for sure. "I don't care what he likes."
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And clearly it wasn't working."
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"We can waste time, but when it comes to your safety, you have to listen to me. Not the other way round."
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As neat as it was to have a handsome guy follow him around, he did think it was kind of pointless. "I hope you're getting paid well at least."
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"I get paid well enough." He was glad he'd gotten this job. It should make for a good life for Jungkook and then give him some extra he could send to his parents, so that was pretty ideal. He hadn't wanted Jungkook to need a job next to school.
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"Come on, Suga!"