(Blood, Sweat & Tears)
At five o' clock in the morning, Namjoon's phone rang. Bleary-eyed and half asleep, he picked it up. He didn't even check the caller ID.
"H-hello?" he asked.
"Namjoon, thank God, Jimin didn't pick up," came the reply. It sounded like Yoongi.
"Yoongi? Why are you calling? It's five am."
"Yes, Namjoon, I know, we live in the same country. Look, I need you to come and pick me up." Namjoon lay back and frowned.
"Pick you up? Why, where are you?"
"Forest Hotel. It's a five-minute drive from the dorm."
"If it's five minutes, why can't you get yourself back?"
"It's…difficult to explain over the phone. Can you just come and get me? Please?" Namjoon made sure his sigh was audible and replied,
"Fine. I'll be there in ten."
"Thanks, Joon." Namjoon hung up. As he rolled out of bed and shook himself awake, he remembered that Yoongi hadn't come home the night before. He had gone to a bar or something and just stayed out. Namjoon hoped he wasn't in too much trouble. He threw on some clothes; it was five am, there wouldn't be many people to see him. He remembered that the car was out for servicing and he couldn't drive or take Hoseok's car anyway, so he got a taxi.
Forest Hotel was surprisingly normal. Not the type of place that Namjoon expected Yoongi to stay the night, especially not so close to the dorms. He realised that he didn't know the room number and it probably wasn't under Yoongi's name since that would draw rather a lot of attention. He texted Yoongi and got an almost instant reply. He went to the elevator and up to the fourth floor.
He found Room 426 and sound that, thankfully, the door was unlocked. He went in and saw a generic-looking hotel room. Not like the ones they usually stayed in; less extravagant and nice than that. Yoongi wasn't in the main area. He frowned and turned the corner into the bedroom.
Yoongi was lying shirtless over the covers with one hand up to the bedpost. Namjoon folded his arms.
"Really, Yoongi? Could you not have just gotten yourself home?" Yoongi looked up. He blinked and hesitated.
"Okay, well…okay, I can't. Look." He pulled his hand away from the bedpost but it wouldn't fall away. Namjoon stepped closer. Yoongi's wrist was tied against the bed frame, not letting him escape. Upon closer inspection, he had scratches and bite marks all over his chest. Namjoon couldn't help but laugh. Yoongi sulked, "Stop it! I've got a cramp in my shoulder from sleeping like this. Can you untie me, please?" Namjoon stopped laughing enough to go and sit on the bed.
"I mean, wow! Where did she go? The girl, I mean. At least, I'm assuming that's what happened," Namjoon smiled and Yoongi sighed,
"She left like twenty-five minutes ago. She shut the door really loudly and it woke me up. I'm just lucky I could reach my jeans and my phone or I'd be screwed. Can you cut me loose?" he asked again. Namjoon raised his eyebrow.
"Oh, no. I'm not done with you yet. First of all, that was dangerous, you don't know what she could have taken or what she could have posted by now. Second, you let her leave marks that are going to need to be covered up. I know, they're on your chest, but still, you're going to be dancing. Third, I didn't know you were into being tied up?" he joked the last point.
"Okay, first," Yoongi began explaining himself. "I made sure her phone was away from her beforehand and I keep checking everything just in case she posts anything anyway. She seemed chill about it and I didn't tell her my real name. Second, and third actually, I can do what I want and you can't shame me. I deserve to relax once in a while," he probably would have folded his arms if he could move both of them. Namjoon snickered.
"How's that cramp doing? Relaxing enough?" Yoongi rolled his eyes.
"Okay, maybe relax was the wrong word. Just, untie me?" he pleaded again. Namjoon looked closer.
"Hold on, one of those scratches actually looks pretty bad." He went to touch the line that looked like it was just deep enough to scar for a week or so. Yoongi flinched away slightly.
"No, really, it's fine. It's nothing that hasn't happened before, trust me," he said. Namjoon held eye contact and traced his finger along the scratch. He watched Yoongi wince again. "Ah…your hand is really cold," he defended. Namjoon tutted.
"Okay, fine. I am going to go get something so it'll heal quicker, though" he insisted. Yoongi gave in,
"Fine." Namjoon stood up. "Wai- let me go, first!" he struggled and Namjoon just grinned and searched for the first aid kit. It was funny seeing Yoongi suffer like that. He found the box and got out some antiseptic and cotton. He walked back over to where Yoongi was pouting. "Can you get a bandage for my arm as well? It feels like it's about to fall off." Namjoon shrugged,
"Nah, deal with it. Wait, it's not your bad shoulder, is it?" he asked cautiously, remembering how Yoongi broke his shoulder as a trainee and didn't go to the hospital.
"N- if I say yes, will you let me go?" he asked. Namjoon smirked,
"Not anymore." He dabbed the cotton gently at the scratch and Yoongi hissed through his teeth. Namjoon stopped and looked at him.
"Sorry, it was cold." Namjoon tried again and all he got was Yoongi visibly tensing up. He finished and put the stuff back in the first aid kit. He stood next to Yoongi, looking down at him from beside the bed. Yoongi sat up against the headboard and looked at Namjoon expectantly. "Are you going to untie me now?" Yoongi asked for the sixth time (probably). Namjoon smiled pitifully.
"Okay." Yoongi sighed gratefully and Namjoon got out the scissors from the first aid kit. As he was about to cut through the ribbon, he noticed something. "Jesus, Yoongi, what did you do to the bedpost? It's scratched to hell!" he commented and Yoongi squirmed impatiently.
"I told you, I had fun last night. Hurry up. Please?" he asked yet again but Namjoon retracted the scissors, making Yoongi whine. It was fun torturing him like this.
"Come on, Yoongs, we're friends. Tell me what made you scratch the bed like that and I'll let you go," he persisted. Yoongi sighed hesitantly,
"Let's just say she had a pretty mouth and she knew how to use it. Now for God's sake let me go or I will choke you," he stared menacingly at Namjoon. Namjoon stayed still in defiance. Yoongi slammed his back violently against the headboard, pushing the bed back into the wall with a bang. He did not look away from Namjoon as he said in a low voice, "Cut it. Now."
Namjoon tilted his head. Sure, Yoongi was mad, but there was something in his eyes that made him not want to cut the ribbon.
"Why do I get the feeling you're enjoying this?" he asked quietly. He wasn't entirely sure, but he had been living with Yoongi for a while and was pretty sure he knew when he really wanted to stop something. This wasn't it. Unthinkingly, his hand traced a line down the centre of Yoongi's chest, making him shiver. Namjoon tilted his head. He moved his finger lightly back up to the base of Yoongi's neck and received the same reaction. Strange.
"S-stop," Yoongi tried, weakly. He could easily move his other hand to stop Namjoon that way, but he didn't. He just shut his eyes and breathed out. Namjoon smiled slightly.
"No," he stated. Yoongi must have remembered he had another hand because he used it to grab Namjoon's arm. Instead of pushing it away, however, he pulled it down, forcing Namjoon closer to his face. Without much warning at all, he gripped the back of Namjoon's neck and pushed him down. He kissed him forcefully and Namjoon did not pull back, much to his own surprise. He kissed Yoongi back with every bit as much power, which Yoongi seemed to appreciate.
Namjoon took Yoongi's hand from behind his neck and pinned it to the bed. He wasn't usually an incredibly dominant person, but Yoongi was tied up; he'd be an idiot not to indulge him. He moved his lips to lightly press against Yoongi's jawbone and made him purr slightly. This wasn't enough. He kissed down his neck and caught skin between his teeth, forcing a louder moan out of Yoongi's lips.
"P-please…" Yoongi whined deeply. Namjoon laughed against his neck.
"Please what? What do you want me to do to you?" he reattached his lips to Yoongi's neck and licked against the marks he had made.
"T-take me," Yoongi stuttered, "Take everything that m-makes me and make it y-yours. I want to have nothing. I want to be owned. Own me." Namjoon raised his head to look Yoongi in the eyes. He was desperate, needy. And Namjoon loved it. He smiled,
"With pleasure." He kissed Yoongi again and slipped his tongue through their lips, tasting him.
Then Yoongi's phone rang. Both of them groaned in annoyance and Namjoon looked over.
"Shit, it's Jimin, we have to answer." That was the agreement. Whatever you were doing, wherever you were where phones were permitted, you had to answer a member's call or text them back. That way, they knew you were safe and everyone stayed up to date. Yoongi exhaled deeply and Namjoon answered the phone, leaving it on speaker on the bedside table. He went back to kissing Yoongi's neck.
"Yoongi?" came Jimin's voice.
"Y-yeah?" Yoongi answered, just about holding it together while Namjoon's hand skimmed over his chest.
"Where are you? And why did you call me at like five in the morning?"
"I was, uh, in a situation. I-it's okay though, I'm fine now." He bit down on his lip hard, proving that he was not fine.
"Okay. Have you seen Namjoon? I mean I know it's half past five but he isn't in his room." Namjoon chuckled slightly at this.
"Yeah, h-he's with me. He was just giving me a hand with s-something." Namjoon grazed his teeth over Yoongi's neck again and forced him to let out a small whimper that Jimin could probably hear.
"Oh. Well, shouldn't you be back by now?"
"Yeah, o-okay. We're just on our way back. We'll be…t-ten minutes?"
"Okay. I'm going back to sleep so I hope you've got keys. Get home safe." Jimin hung up. Namjoon kissed him again and stood up, letting Yoongi whine at the loss of contact.
"Why did I say ten minutes? I should have said an hour and a half," Yoongi mumbled almost to himself. Namjoon smiled and retrieved the scissors again. Finally, he cut the ribbon and let Yoongi's hand free. He lowered his arm with a groan and soothed the skin where the ribbon had rubbed against it. "Wait. You won't tell anyone about this, right?" he asked with faint panic in his voice.
"Well, that depends now, doesn't it?" Namjoon replied, throwing Yoongi his shirt from the other side of the room. Yoongi tilted his head questioningly.
"On what?"
"On what you're going to let me do to you." He watched Yoongi's eyes widen and then smile. He sat back against the headboard, fixing his shirt cuffs.
"Y'know, you don't show this side of you enough. You should do it more often," he said and Namjoon laughed with fake malice.
"Ask properly and I might consider it. Now hurry up. You gave us ten minutes to get home and figure out what the hell is going on with us." Yoongi pouted and stood up, collecting his stuff.
"I'm too tired for that. It's half five in the morning, I still need at least four more hours of sleep."
"Too bad, we've got practice at 8 and we still need to conceal the marks on your neck," Namjoon pointed out and held open the door for them to leave. Yoongi was confused.
"I told her not to leave marks there. Dammit, she left hickeys on my neck?"
"No," Namjoon replied nonchalantly, "but I did. Let's go." Yoongi just laughed and shook his head before walking out of the open door to go downstairs, get a cab, sleep, put way too much make up on his chest and neck, almost create a scandal when he sweats some of it off and let Namjoon save him at the last minute. Yoongi was already thinking of ways to thank him.