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Namjoon's week has been a long one. He's had finals to survey, and now he has tons of copies to grade. He's had to listen to the complaints of lots of his students and now was time to unwind.
He's at a club with Yoongi, his best friend, and he's supposed to have fun, it's Saturday evening, and he intends on sporting a hangover while correcting a few papers. So far, he's danced a little, stare catching with some other men's, but nothing extraordinary, maybe he's coming back home alone. Itaewon's gay clubs may not be where he's gonna find someone tonight.
He's danced with Yoongi for a bit, mind slightly fuzzy with alcohol, but his friend seems to have met someone, has been dancing with him for a while now and Namjoon's too well mannered to intrude and complain about his lack of success.
He decides to go out for a smoke instead.
The exterior of the club is slightly crowded with men talking to one another, matches already made, and tonight's not a night where Namjoon's in enough of a good mood to be a good sport and be happy for them so he decides to walk to the back alley and enjoy smoking alone, away from the flirting.
His cigarette's barely lit that he hears cluttering sounds coming from the back alley. Maybe it's the adrenaline surging in his veins, maybe it's the tiredness laced with the alcohol, but he decides to go and check out what is happening.
He quickly discovers that three men are surrounding another, and that they're fighting. He doesn't think. The man is throwing punches but he's alone and three's enough to deal a lot of damage so his mind goes straight to the logical and unsafest solution: help him. He hears them before he can get close. What he hears makes his stomach churn and sobers him instantly.
"You fag, what are you doing here, being the gang's sissy wasn't enough, you needed more to be satisfied, is that it?"
The man, alone, spits in his face, and the one who'd talked lets out an indignant muffle while one of his acolytes throws a punch directly into the man's jaw. It makes an obscene noise, skin against skin.
Namjoon runs at them and vice grips at the puncher's throat, kneeing his own knees, making him fall on the ground, only straightened up by Namjoon's hold on him. Before his friends realize what's happening, the third one kicks at the stranger's thigh while the spat-on-one punches straight at his face. The man in Namjoon's lock is trying to disentangle himself but Namjoon has a foot on his calves, pressing, hard. He's had self-defense classes for these exact situations. The stranger's the first one to realize what's happening and, while the two aggressors take into account the state of their friend, he's thrown a punch into one of the men's ear, knocking him out on the spot.
"I'm not scared of pieces of shit like you who have to band up to approach me." He spits out, blood staining his front teeth.
"Fuck." The only man standing stays almost at the same time Namjoon tells him to—
"Get the fuck away, I've had a very long week and it'd be my pleasure to throw punches at a few homophobes to lash out." He presses harder against the man's throat and calves. He winces in pain, wiggles, unable to free himself.
Namjoon lets the man get away from his hold.
The third man spits on the ground at the stranger's feet while Namjoon pushes the one on the ground, kicking his ribs for good measure. He crawls away from them, before he stands up and hooks an arm around the unconscious man, holding him up with his friend.
Once they're gone, Namjoon turns towards the stranger. He's in bad shape. He's got pink hair, and a bloody face.
"Hey man." He tells him. "I'm sorry you had to go through that."
The other huffs, and there's still smeared blood on his teeth. Now, his nose's bleeding as well, tainting his lips redder than they already are.
"T's okay, I've seen worse." He tries laughing out but winces when he tries to take a step. "Ah, shit." He goes on. "They badly bruised me, I think."
"Okay. Hum." Namjoon tries not panicking, now that the adrenaline's wearing off. "Do you trust me?"
"No?" The stranger says, and it makes Namjoon laugh.
"Sound answer. Look, my place's only a block away and you really need to get patched up correctly before this gets ugly. I'm not trying to get in your pants or anything, I'm too busy simultaneously thinking about the blood dripping out of your lip and the papers I have to grade tomorrow."
It's the stranger's turn to laugh, something cristalline, softer than anything that has just occured. It's out of place.
"You can even call someone and give my address to make sure you're safe and get someone get you in the morning, but you're in no shape to be left alone right now."
The stranger clicks his tongue, staring at him from head to toe.
"Fine. But I'm calling a friend."
"Now or home?"
"Now."
He picks his phone out and calls someone, presses the phone between his cheek and his shoulder blade. He winces.
"Hey Tae, I'm not coming home tonight, I'm sending you an address. If I'm not home by one tomorrow afternoon, come with the guys to bust the guy's ass."
He hums.
"Yeah. Seems harmless. Got into a fight with the asswipes. Think they didn't like us nipping on their territory like that two weeks ago."
He nods alone.
"I know. I know. He doesn't seem to be one of 'em. Even helped me. Yeah. Keep you updated."
He hangs up, still wincing.
"Okay, imma need your help here." He says, and Namjoon walks up to him, shouldering him on his bad side. They start walking and Namjoon sends Yoongi a text to tell him he's going home early.
The man's wearing a leather jacket, but Namjoon can feel his arm muscles around his shoulders, the way he's probably stronger than he looks.
"I'm Namjoon." He tells him, helping him walk the few minutes there are to his place.
"Jimin."
"Am I getting on the bad side of a whole gang at this exact moment?" He asks, while unsure of wanting the answer.
"Yeah, but you're also getting backed by a whole other one so it's fifty-fifty you know, could've been worse."
It makes Namjoon nervously huff.
"Okay. Great. Exactly how I'd planned my evening to pan out."
He stares at the man he just helped, takes his features in. Jimin's makeup is still a bit on, one of his eyes swelling, but the other still prettily shadowed in brown with an electric pink liner, pink hair combed back. He would've looked great in any other setting.
"I'm sorry your night went like that." Jimin tells him and Namjoon hums.
"You know, it could've been worse, don't worry."
They walk in silence for a few minutes until Namjoon plays with his keys and lets Jimin go for a moment.
Jimin's head thumps against the elevator, once they're in it, and he looks exhausted, blood drying on his face. He's texting the address and Namjoon's full name to his contact.
"Okay, done."
Once they're in Namjoon's appartement, Jimin immediately locates the nearest couch and lets himself fall on it, hand under his nose to catch the blood from dripping. Namjoon throws a towel at him.
"Apply some pressure on your nose! I don't want your blood on my couch!"
"Comes from IKEA." Jimin mumbles but presses nonetheless.
"Still my couch!"
It makes Jimin snort and then wince.
"Ah. Don't enjoy yourself too much either." Namjoon tells him from the kitchen. He takes his form in, leather jacket, leather pants that shape his frame and a loose collared top. He breathes in. "Take your pants off!" He calls from there. "And I don't mean anything by that!"
"Why would I take my pants off?" Jimin asks from where he is.
"Because I'm about to make you hold ice on your bruise, dumbass." He stills. "Can I call you dumbass without fear of retribution?"
Jimin laughs wholeheartedly. "Find out for yourself." He answers, non-comitally. "But okay."
He takes his pants off.
"Got bruised on the ribs as well."
"You're about to freeze then."
When Namjoon comes back to the living room, he finds the almost perfect stranger in his underwear on his poor used couch.
He tries not reacting, but the man has unfair proportions, muscles where he likes them, and for a moment he truly wonders if he's fallen into some kind of awoken dream or something. The three package of frozen goods dripping on his hands remind him that, no, this is reality.
He walks to Jimin and kneels in front of him.
"Here." He hands him a pack of ice. "Put this on your swollen eye to keep it from swelling even more. This—" He goes on, with a pack of frozen peas. "—is for your ribs, hold it tight. And this—" He concludes with a medical ice pack. "—is what I use when my knee hurts so it should fit." There's a rubber strap around it and he makes it slide along his leg until he reaches the up of his thigh, avoid its inside in order to stay alive, and secures the pack on the bruising area.
"Thanks." Jimin says, opening his legs more to allow Namjoon better access. He tries not sputtering.
"I'm not done. Don't move."
He then proceeds to his bathroom and retrieves wound closure strips.
"Hopefully, I always have some Steri-strips with me since I can easily injure myself. You're lucky because your upper lip's busted."
Jimin hasn't moved from his spot on the couch, the towel discarded while he holds the two ice packages around his wounds. He looks almost frail like that.
He kneels on the couch next to him as Jimin intently observes him.
"You okay?" Namjoon asks.
"Yeah. I was just thinking."
"'Bout what?"
"I like how sure of yourself you are. T'would've been nice to meet in another setting."
Namjoon blushes, looking down at his lap.
"Don't talk anymore." He tells him instead of replying, and cuts bands of Steri-strips the length of his cut. "I need your lips to be still to properly apply the strips."
He leans forward and he's so close, he feels Jimin's shivers under him.
"It's a shame they got your face, your makeup is beautiful." He lets out as he works around his open lip, and he's grateful Jimin can't answer for now, but he sees the way his uncovered eye slightly widens."Would've loved dancing with you." He says, lower. He still has a strip to put on. "I'm sorry your evening got ruined by homophobes. Here. All patched up."
Jimin's hand wrap around his cheek.
"At least I met someone interesting." He says, holding his gaze as Namjoon blushes deeply. "Thanks for helping me sweetheart."
Namjoon blinks at that.
"Excuse me?"
"You said earlier there was no innuendo about me stripping myself but I'm still flirting with you." He answers with a sly smile.
"It's working." Namjoon replies and Jimin's hand goes to the back of his head, fingers wrapping in his hair.
He leans in for a kiss, lips pressing against Namjoon's, softly, but then hisses.
"Fuck." He says. "Hurts."
Namjoon huffs, hand going to Jimin's waist.
"Of course it does. Here. Let me." He says, and leans back in, taking Jimin's bottom lip between his, sucking, waiting for Jimin's mouth to open to slide his tongue against his, with an open-mouthed kiss, wet and silent in the stillness of his flat.
Jimin's lips are plump and soft to the touch, and Namjoon's thoughts are heady with need and desire to press further, kiss harder. He reminds himself the man in front of him is injured.
"You know what ?" Jimin tells him, but doesn't give him time to reply. "Fuck that." He lets the ice packs fall on the ground and kneels on the couch as well, shrouding Namjoon with his body, arms around his frame. "I've had worse injuries. It's not everyday that you get some help from a hot and gentle man."
Namjoon laughs as he kisses him.
"Wouldn't want to pass on the opportunity?" He says between two kisses and Jimin makes a sound of disapproval against his lips.
Namjoon's hands are timid against Jimin's skin, he doesn't want to hurt him, so they hover around his ribs, press against his hips to get him closer and books their bodies flush.
"You're extremely handsome." He tells him.
And Jimin smiles in a beautiful way.
"Thanks." He replies, going down to nip at his throat. "I'm also about to pass out from the adrenaline wearing off."
"Oh, fuck." Namjoon tells him and presses him closer against him, rubbing soothing circles on his back. "Do you want a sugary drink?"
Jimin nods against his neck, licking his way up to his ear, making Namjoon shiver.
"It's not gonna happen if you do things like that."
"What? Are you getting worked up?" Jimin asks, feigning innocence.
"Yeah. Yeah I am. Sue me."
It makes Jimin laughs and Namjoon helps him sit up.
"Isn't it the weirdest non-one-night-stand you've ever had?" Jimin asks him as Namjoon goes back to the kitchen to get them both sodas.
"It's not everyday that I make out with an injured man, from a gang even less."
"Does that bother you?"
"What?"
"That I'm part of a gang."
"I'm a bit worried about getting shivved in retaliation now, I'll have to say." Namjoon says, bringing them back drinks.
"I've already sent a text to my friend to make sure you're not bothered in the next few weeks. You're gonna get followed by men from my crew until we're sure you're safe." Jimin reassures him, a hand on his thigh.
"That's...impressive." He tells him. "Let's make a deal."
"Hum?"
"You put your ice packs back and I'll have you personally ascertain my security with a date when you're feeling better."
"Bold. I like that."
"Also, can it wait a week and half? I really have tons of papers to grade."
"If I'm a silent security, can I come sooner?"
"And just hang around?"
"Maybe distract you a little." He replies with a smile and Namjoon licks his lips. Jimin's eyes follow the movement.
"Deal?"
"Deal."
Jimin shimmies between Namjoon's legs, a hand on the inside of his thighs as he kisses his way into his mouth.
"You're really pretty. Wouldn't want to miss the likes of you."
Namjoon sighs, eyes closing, smiling. He feels like surrendering.
"You should get some rest."
"It's true." Jimin says, as Namjoon licks above his collarbone, kissing his way up to his jaw. "Should I take the couch?"
"Don't be thick." Namjoon replies with a huff.
"I can't promise I'll keep my hands to myself."
"Maybe I don't want you to."
"Cheeky."
They're both smiling at each other.
"You kinda look like shit right now, though, they didn't spare you."
"It'll be gone quickly."
Jimin follows him to his bedroom, sliding under the covers with him.
When Namjoon wakes up in the morning, it's only to find Jimin watching him from over his phone, one of his eyes half-closed with how swollen it is.
"Hey pretty." He puts his phone down. "Are you a morning person?" And Namjoon grunts.
"Fuck no."
Jimin's hands, who'd been skimming closer, halt themselves.
"Okay. Coffee first then."
"Now we're talking."
Jimin gets up and Namjoon falls back asleep. When he opens an eye again, it's to a fuming cup of coffee.
"Charming?"
"Figured how to use your coffee machine." Jimin tells him, with a small smile. He's still half-naked from the night prior, and Namjoon feels himself blushing as he looks at him, from head to toe. His makeup's messy and he still manages to look good.
They drink together in bed.
"Do you always take care of your non-one-night-stands like that?" Namjoon's smiling.
"Only those who patch me up after saving me from a rival gang." Jimin's smiling back at him.
"How about we shower together to clean up a little?"
"Sounds promising." is Jimin's answer.
Shower doesn't go as planned at all. Namjoon takes his shirt off and Jimin's already on him, hands roaming down his back as he kisses his neck, softly. It makes Namjoon huff, but he's flustered and only sighs when Jimin takes both their underwear off.
From head to toe, Jimin's a delicacy. Namjoon's sad seeing his bruised ribs and thigh, as well as his swollen eye. The worst in this is that he still looks absolutely stunning. His muscles are lean but seeing how toned he is, Namjoon is sure he doesn't want to engage in close combat with him. He can engage in other stuff though, so that's what they do, kissing, parting only to walk to the shower.
They do a half decent job at washing themselves until Jimin suggests washing Namjoon and, after a sharp intake of breath, Namjoon accepts. Jimin's hands go from his shoulders to his ribs, hands roaming over his body, fingers digging in his skin, relaxing him in a way he hadn't predicted, and it feels good, being taken care of like that. He feels like surrendering again, so that's what he does this time, head falling back against the shower wall as Jimin kneels to wash his legs. His hands flutter on the inside of his thighs and Namjoon shudders, opens his legs wider, and makes the mistake of looking down. Jimin's smiling to himself and he's getting wet with the shower head's water falling upon him, but he doesn't seem to care as he nips at the tender skin, making Namjoon sigh. Jimin licks his way up until his breath's ghosting over Namjoon's half hard cock, licking it from shaft to top, grabbing his balls with a hand while taking him in his mouth at the same time. Namjoon trembles. Jimin bobs his head a few times before talking again.
"Let me take care of you like you took care of me last night."
It's all he says before Namjoon's melting under his tongue and lips. His rhythm is slow and languid, like they have all day, and Namjoon pushes his wet hair out of his forehead, grabbing a handful of it, as he watches, mesmerized, the movement of Jimin's head on his dick. He moans softly, which encourages Jimin to go faster, now that he's fully erect, to hollow his cheeks around him and to tease his slit. Jimin's fingers leave Namjoon's leg to slide behind his balls and caress his perineum, silently asking if he can probe further. Namjoon's moan and his legs opening further are answer enough. Pleasure's been pooling in his stomach, and it only gets hotter when Jimin's finger circle his hole, pressing just enough for Namjoon to breathily sigh. Jimin's blowing him at a regular rhythm now, focused on opening him up. He can't go really far without lube so he takes Namjoon out of his mouth and asks him :
"Mind getting your bed wet?"
Namjoon lets out a noise between a moan and a huff before he replies.
"No."
Jimin reaches behind Namjoon to turn the shower off, standing back up and hauling Namjoon between his arms like he weighs nothing.
This adds to Namjoon's arousal. He's trapped between Jimin's arms and his torso, and he clings to him by wrapping his legs around his back, slightly rutting against his torso. He doesn't remember when he's been this aroused over a simple blowjob.
"Where's your stuff ?"
"Next to my bed, fuck, how are you holding me like I don't weigh anything?"
Jimin gives him a sly smile before dropping him on the bed and crouching over him to retrieve lube and condoms.
"I'm hurting like a bitch so imma need you to make most of the work, I'm sorry." Jimin tells him, but Namjoon's more than happy to comply. Jimin still opens him up, making him gasp and moan against his sheets, Jimin's proud smile adorning his face. When Namjoon's prepared enough, he lets Jimin get on his back so he can ride him the way he wants it and Namjoon takes his time to kiss at his stomach, as he rolls a condom on, kiss him as he bottoms out, nip at his throat as he starts moving, until he's found a comfortable rhythm and then he stops thinking. He fucks himself on Jimin's who's trailing his body with his nails, hands digging into the flesh of his thighs, fingers pinching his nipples until Namjoon's moaning with every thrust and Jimin looks blissed out.
"You are so hot, sweetheart." He tells him, and the pet name rushes straight to Namjoon's dick.
Feeling that he's getting closer, Namjoon leans over to kiss Jimin, open mouthed and dirty, tongues brushing, as they moan into each other's mouths.
"I'm going to come." He tells him, and Jimin tries fucking him right over his prostate, grunts a little in pain in doing so, until Namjoon's pressing him flat against the bed, fucking himself with his whole weight on Jimin's cock. The sigh must take him aback because he comes just a little before Namjoon who spills cum over his chest that dribbles over his sheets.
Namjoon's half moaning half heaving, and then he starts laughing, kissing at Jimin's jaw, closing his eyes.
"Fuck. We're good for another real shower this time."
"How's sex with your coffee, beautiful?"
"Sounds like a good day's ahead of me."
Disentangling himself from Jimin, the other takes care of the used condom and discards it before they go to take a useful shower this time.
It's only when they dress back up again that Namjoon notices Jimin wrapping a knife around his calf.
"You had that on yourself last night?" He asks.
"Yeah why's that?"
"I'm at the same time concerned and a bit aroused again."
"Good thing you agreed on a date with a gang member if hidden weapons arouse you."
Namjoon blushes at that.
Jimin leaves that morning with the promise of seeing each other again.
It happens, he comes pick him up from university on his bike, driving him around the city with an iced coffee for his passenger, explaining where he should and shouldn't go based on their territories if they keep seeing each other.
He also tells him he's been dotted as untouchable for both gangs as he's supposedly outside of it all.
Jimin often comes by with his pretty electric pink eyeliner that makes him want to get fucked on the spot. He tells him once the effect it has on him, and Jimin only makes his lines more outrageous the next times he sees him, adding dark red lipstick with it some nights. He looks pretty and dangerous, and Namjoon would've never thought he'd like something like that that much, and more, someone that much.
They start going out two months after starting going on dates, and Namjoon's at a remote point of Jimin's activities, focusing on his students and everyday jobs, but once or twice, Jimin has to take out his calf knife to get rid of pestering gang members.
It's not the safest way to live one's life, but Namjoon feels good with Jimin who knows how to take care of him both in their everyday lives as much as in bed.
He likes it, likes his life with him.