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He could say he'd had the perfect life, the perfect husband, the perfect family. But standing here, he knew the truth. He knew the bruises his makeup had to cover wasn't normal, wasn't perfect. He needed to be perfect. The fans required him to be perfect. "Namjoon, honey, are you okay? You've been in there for a while now." His body involuntarily jumped back at the sound of his husbands voice. He hated himself for it. It wasn't normal. It wasn't perfect. He needed to be perfect, for him. 'Mr. Worldwide Handsome' himself.
"I'll be out in a second my love, I'm almost done." He could feel his voice cracking in his throat as he applied the last bit of the full coverage foundation, wincing as he blended it into the bluish-yellow spot under his jaw. He just needed to survive today, for ARMY, for BangTan, for Jin. He left the bathroom, Jin stood in the doorway blocking the path. He may have been taller, but the other males broad shoulders intimidated him, and made the man seem taller.
He leaned in close to place a kiss on Namjoons cheek, making the younger man flinch. His hand immediately shot up towards Namjoons throat,
"Don't you dare move like that when I go to kiss you. We need to keep up our appearances for the cameras. Remember?" Of course the younger man remembered, the cameras only followed the two of them around constantly.
"Where's your ring? My husband" Namjoon shuddered and whined at the grip tightening around his windpipe.
"I, I think I, I think I left it in the bathroom."
"Go get it then and hurry." Jin said letting go of Joon's throat.
He rushed back into the bathroom, finding the ring on the floor. 'We are perfect, we are normal.' He reassured himself in the mirror. When he walked back out Jin was nowhere to be found in the room, he peeked into the kitchen and saw the camera crew filming Jin cooking the two of them breakfast. Namjoon snuck up behind him, wrapping his noodle arms around Jin's waist.
"Jagi~ what's for breakfast?" He whined at the older man that ARMY had lovingly nicknamed the mom of the group, Namjoon by extension became the dad. He chuckles down at the younger, whose body fights not to jerk away.
"Its our 4 year anniversary, I'm making us some alfredo." Namjoon hummed against his side happily. 'This is normal, this is good.' Jin holds out the spoon for Joon to taste, Joon closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide.
"Joonie, not in front of the cameras~!" Jin teased as he slid the spoon into his lovers mouth. Namjoon just about choked on the chicken, face flushing.
"Now Joon, I know you can handle more than that~" Namjoon sputtered trying to find his words, face flushing redder.
"Jin~~ you're such a flirt~". Jin leans close to his ear and whispers softly, making Joons skin crawl
"Aren't I always?" Namjoon nods and wraps and arm into Jins elbow.
"Can I help you make anything baby?" Jin shakes his head no, and motions to the table.
"I fixed everything, go sit, I'll bring your food~" Namjoon knew this kindness for the camera would disappear as soon as they did. He would have to be punished, he made Jin wait on him all day. He didn't deserve that. Jin deserved to be waited on, but here he was serving Namjoon. Jin walked over and sat a bowl of Alfredo down, pecking Joons cheek, once he sat down the cameras turned off and the men left.
"You did really good today my love, what do you want as a reward?" Jin mewled from across the table, making his lovers skin crawl. 'I don't need a reward' 'that's not how love works' he tells himself looking into Jins deep hazel eyes.
"I'll do anything you want my dear." The answer came out more robotic than he had intended, but he was sure Jin didn't notice.
"Well, if that's the case, I’d like to talk." Nothing good ever came from those words. 'This is it. He's going to leave me.' Namjoon ran over everything he had done in the past 4 years to make Jin upset with him. Sure, maybe Joon wasn't as obedient as Jin liked them, but he was told that gave him a fire, and ignited something within Jin.
"Would you stop worrying dear, it's not bad, I just wanted to let you know, I'm going to be staying out later, no not to find someone else, but I've contacted a therapist because I realized I haven't been the best to you. And if you'd like, you can go with me?" 'THERAPY!' Namjoons mind shouted at him. Jin wanted to fix himself for HIM, he nodded happily at his partner, overjoyed that something for the first time in 6 years, seemed like it was changing.
When Namjoon met Jin 6 years ago, he had kept it pointedly hidden that he was a pop star. When Jin proposed 4 years ago, with the fanciest ring Namjoon had seen, he understood why he kept it hidden. He was disappointed, but he understood. The beatings had only been occurring for one year, or had it been 2? He quite frankly couldn't remember, and he didn't want to. The first time it happened, Jin was beyond piss drunk. Joon could never forget the look of love leaving Jins eyes the longer he stared at Joon, and then, the first punch came. Jin had tried to make up for the bruises the next night with a fancy dinner, some flowers, and tender kisses to the places he had harmed, apologizing to each of the purplish marks that had started to appear. Joon forgave Jin, afterall, the man was drunk. It kept happening, every time Jin was mad from a concert, or when he would drink. Joon's body had been destroyed, there was one night Jin had to rush him to a hospital. Jin had punched his gut and he fell backwards hitting his head on a table. 'Damn table, I should've moved it that day like he wanted.' But instead all he did was waste Jin's time and money.
Thus brings up to where we are today. Jin had an important fan meet and greet, Namjoon would tag along with him as per usual. The event was scheduled to begin in less than one hour. The two men were backstage, Jin was prepping some answers for questions fans might ask. Therapy has helped Jin with his anger issues but granted, he’d only been going for a few weeks at this point. Namjoon still tiptoed around broken glass as some days are harder than others, but this was the man he had happily agreed to marry and he wanted to make Jin as euphoric as possible. He at least deserved that. At least 30 minutes had passed, Jin was becoming frustrated with all the recurring questions that kept popping up. Sighing loudly, he tossed the cue cards on the coffee table and leaned back against the white couch, kicking his feet up against the table before him. Namjoon immediately flinched at the harsh action.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?” The younger males voice came out as reassuring and soothing as he could manage. That only annoyed Jin even more when he gave his lover an agitated expression.
“No, I’m fucking tired of all these damn questions. I’ve answered these multiple times and quite frankly I’m sick of it.” He ran his long fingers through his hair and sighed once more. Namjoon swallowed the lump in his throat and pitter pattered his way over towards his husband, settling beside him, placing a hand on his lovers thigh. That was a big fucking mistake on Namjoon’s part. ‘Oh Namjoon, when will you fucking learn.’ The second contact was made, Jin immediately gripped his husband’s wrist, pulling him roughly. Namjoon yelped and his eyes widened with fear. Jin hadn’t been rough with him since therapy and he was doing so well but of course, Namjoon had to somehow ruin all the progress that was made by a simple gesture.
“Sweetheart, do you want to lose that hand?” Jin growled cocking an eyebrow and leaned his face closer to Namjoons. Before the younger could open his mouth, he was yanked to his feet, stumbling backwards until his back hit the wall with such force, it knocked the air out of his lungs. Closing the distance between their bodies, Jin pressed up against Namjoon, gripping his chin between his thumb and index finger, using such force and pressure, Namjoon was sure there would be a bruise formed by the next day.
“J-Jin!?” Namjoon stuttered out, his breathing uneven and wrecked from his thought process, unsure of what to say or do to defuse the situation unfolding before him. Using his free arm, Namjoon placed it on Jin’s left forearm, hoping by some miracle, the gesture would calm him down from whatever headspace he was in. However, that was not the case. A sickening smirk spread across his worldwide handsome face, dropping his grip from his husbands chin only to grab both his wrist and pin them above his head.
“Oh my dear lovely Namjoon, I have so much ...pent up frustration and you have just the solution to my problem.” The words poured out of his mouth like thick oil, chills and goosebumps marking their way along Namjoon’s entire being. He hated how Jin could make him feel completely hopeless yet turned on at the same time. 'Fuck.' However, Namjoon needed to stand his ground for once and hopefully convince Jin to wait until they got home to wreck him.
“I-I think we should wait, you’re about to go on in less than 30 minutes.” His voice came out slightly strained and weakened, his knees were as wobbly as a newborn baby fawn.
“After you’ve already gotten me so worked up? Don’t you think you should take responsibility for your actions? I guess you should get started then, after all, there is a time restraint.” Before Namjoon could protest, he was pushed down to his knees, banging them a little too hard on the wooden floor. He winced a bit and stared up at Jin. The expression clouding over his husbands face and through his eyes both terrified and aroused Namjoon. He clenched his thighs together and pressed his hands on top of Jin’s thighs.
“Well, it's not going to suck itself.” The second those words escaped his lips, he had already unzipped his pants and pulled out his already throbbing cock. The tip flushed pink, slight precum was oozing from the slit. The sight caused Namjoon to lick his lips unintentionally, tightly gripping the slacks he was bracing himself on. Wrapping his fingers around Jin’s cock, he began to slowly jerk him off, gripping it a little tight. He seemed to be doing it pretty well since a faint moan escaped Jin’s mouth. He proceeded to jerk for a few more times before engulfing the head past his plush lips. His tongue circled the tip a little, taking the entire length into his mouth this time. His husbands cock felt so warm against his mouth, he could feel the veins as he ran his tongue along it. He loved pleasing his husband but not when he had to rush it. Jin’s fingers made their way down to the younger ones head, combing his hand through his hair, clenching the locks tightly. Placing both his hands on either side of Namjoon’s head, Jin began to face fuck him, pulling his cock out till the tip was still on his lips, shoving it roughly back down his husbands throat. The gagging sounds and saliva dripping down Namjoon’s chin drove Jin up a wall. He loved seeing the wrecked expression before him, it drove him over the edge. Shoving his cock down Namjoon’s throat even deeper, he left it there, the muscles in Namjoon’s neck contracting around his cock brought such ecstasy through his entire being, it felt like his soul was being sucked out from his body. A few seconds passed before he completely pulled his cock out of Namjoon’s mouth, feeling as though he’d explode if this went on any further.
“I need to fuck you, now.” His breath was ragged, pulling Namjoon up to his feet by his bicep. He shoved him stomach down over the back of the couch, pulling his pants down roughly, his underwear following soon after. He pulled Namjoon’s ass cheeks apart, staring at the tight pink rim before him, puckering on nothing but air. He smirked to himself and coated his index and middle finger with spit. Sliding his fingers along the males crack, he slowly began to push his fingers past the muscle, feeling the tightness swell around his fingers. Namjoon let out a breathy gasp, it had been far too long since any prep was done to him and he loved it. Although it didn’t last long, it still felt as though Jin cared enough not to hurt him too much. Pulling his fingers out, he licked them clean before lining his cock against the puckered hole.
“You ready baby?” Jin kissed the back of Namjoon’s shoulder before pushing his cock inside, his body jerking a little from how tight he was.
“I’m always ready for you my love.” Jin pulled Namjoon roughly into himself, ramming his dick into the younger man at an already unbearably fast pace, Namjoon almost chokes on air as he tries to find something he can hold onto, but the only thing that was close enough was his own body. he quickly digs his fingers into his own arms, breaking the skin and moaning loudly into the couch cushions every time his lover rammed his cock back into Joon's tight rim, the sounds of whining and ragged breathing blending together in a symphony. Namjoon could feel the tears forming like pinpricks from pleasure and pain, Jin was definitely rough but it felt so euphoric when his cock shoved against the younger’s prostate. Jin wrapped his hand around his husband’s length, edging him closer to his own orgasm, if he didn't stop rubbing Joon would cum, and then he’d need to be punished. ‘Jin should finish first, Jin should always be first.’