"Why do you think I was using sensory deprivation? I got exactly what I wanted out of it. Of course he wants to fuck me." Not a flattering situation and it had escalated more than he'd intended, but still. "He's not as uncaring as he thinks he is, I've proof of that, and he wants me to care about him. That's why he's telling me things. How am I fucked? That was the goal."
"Pretty fucked, you idiot." Opening the door, Namjoon smiled at Yoongi and reached out, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into. He didn't want to fight with Yoongi, he hated it. "Come on, I'll show you a slideshow I made and we can work out how best to go forward. I have candy."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
no subject