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"And then he sent you home?"
Yeonjun nodded.
He was sat on Beomgyu's bed, dressed in pout and squeezing one of his friends many stuffed animals to his chest.
"Well, Jjunie, I really think you guys should just talk." Beomgyu ran a hand through his hair, before glancing at Yeonjun from where he lay next to him. "I agree with what you said, but he safeworded during your stream. Maybe not the best time to blow up at him?"
Yeonjun sighed, shrugging as he buried his face into the plush. "You're probably right," He mumbled. "But I'm traumatized, not defenseless. I don't need somebody making all my decisions for me. I'm my own person."
"And no one said you weren't," Beomgyu agreed, sitting up. "But you have to realize that you let everything happen with Jungkook for so long that if we hadn't stepped in, you wouldn't have had the heart to leave him. It makes sense he was upset you went and met up with him after closing that chapter for you, even if it wasn't his right to do so."
Groaning, Yeonjun shoved the stuffed animal at Beomgyu, rubbing his eyes. "Why do you always have to be right?"
"'Cause I'm awesome." Beomgyu grinned. "Now, as your best friend, go wash your face and take a breather. Your eyes are still kinda puffy. I'm gonna go order food."
Yeonjun watched him stretch a little before standing, ruffling Yeonjun's hair as he rounded the bed and left the room.
Yeonjun followed, heading right into the bathroom.
He didn't catch his own gaze in the mirror for a moment, too afraid of seeing blacks and blues alongside ugly greens and purples.
Until it hit him.
Hesitantly, he eyed the smooth, milky surface of his skin. The lack of marks near his neck and disappearance of scabs and nicks everywhere.
Smearing Beomgyu's face wash over his cheeks after wetting his face, Yeonjun found solace in overcoming his fear of his reflection.
"So what'd you order?"
They were in the lounge now, Yeonjun sprawled on Beomgyu's couch and in his clothes, scrolling idly through his phone.
"Just usual stuff. Actually, it should be arriving in a couple." Beomgyu piped up. He was sat in front of the couch, cross legged as he watched whatever it was on the television.
Yeonjun hummed, kicking his legs slowly, distracted by a video of some cats on his phone.
Until the bell rang.
Beomgyu stood, striding over to the door as Yeonjun paid no mind. But as soon as he opened it, Yeonjun was whipping his head around so fast he felt dizzy.
"Hey, hyung!"
"Beomgyu. It's nice to see you."
Yeonjun blinked. What was Namjoon doing here?
"Alright Jjunie!" Beomgyu clapped his hands together. "Namjoon is here to pick you up so you guys can talk! Once again, as your best friend, this is me pushing you to do what you were saying you wanted to do- fix your own problems. Now up and out! I wanna stream."
He had dragged Yeonjun up from the couch, who only gaped at him, not even resisting the way Beomgyu easily lifted him and brought him in front of Namjoon.
"I love you Jjunie! You'll thank me later. Make sure you watch the stream too, I know you're gonna miss it now but-" Beomgyu broke off in a characteristically goofy wink as he plopped Yeonjun down, before scooting both him and Namjoon out of the door to his apartment.
[♡]
"I'm sorry for kicking you out."
Namjoon was the first to break the silence at his apartment.
Yeonjun shrugged. He sat in the corner of Namjoon's sofa, Namjoon on the couch perpendicular to him. "I was being rude. I didn't have to yell at you. You had safeworded too and I hadn't even checked on you. I'm sorry."
Namjoon's eyes widened for a second, before he flushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ah, yeah. Don't worry about the yelling- you weren't even yelling and I had that coming anyway. I didn't think you'd care about the safewording, though."
Yeonjun frowned, cheeks jut out. "Of course I care." He huffed. "You're my dom. It's my job to take care of you, too, even though I haven't done a very good job of that."
Namjoon shook his head. "You're fine," He insisted. "I don't really let people take care of me anyway."
Yeonjun shifted, fiddling with the end of his sleeve. "Why did you safeword?"
It was quiet for a few heartbeats before Namjoon answered, and briefly Yeonjun was afraid he shouldn't have asked.
"I told you why."
"Yeah, but," Yeonjun puffed a little, struggling with his words. "I wanna understand better. You always seem to know exactly what I need and when, I wanna be able to read you like that, too."
Namjoon was quiet again. When he spoke, Yeonjun barely caught it.
"I could feel a drop coming on."
"A drop?" Yeonjun repeated. "Like a dom drop?"
Namjoon didn't meet his eyes. "Yes," He nodded, fiddling with his watch. "That's partly why I kicked you out. I didn't want you to see me like that."
"But you've seen me drop," Yeonjun furrowed his brows. "What's the difference?"
Still not looking up, Namjoon rolled his shoulders. "The difference is I know how to take care of you in drop. You don't know how to take care of me in drop. I don't mean any offense, but do you even know how to safely pull yourself out of a drop?" He questioned.
Yeonjun fell quiet. His shoulders shrugged. "I would've tried to help."
"I'm sure you would've." Namjoon agreed. "But it's something I'm sure you've never experienced before, and I wasn't going to spring it on you without warning. And before you argue- I've dealt with subs in drop before. I was pushing you that day, too. So there isn't any need to worry about it."
Yeonjun knew what he was talking about. The day he wet himself. His face felt hot just by the thought of it.
"I'm hungry." Yeonjun whispered, embarrassed and ready to change the subject.
"Have you eaten today?"
"No," Yeonjun admitted softly. "I went to Beomgyu's yesterday and haven't eaten since."
Namjoon frowned, standing. "Well that's not good at all. You watch something in here while I make us some lunch, yeah?" He stood, and Yeonjun blinked up at him with a slow nod.
As Namjoon stepped past the sofa to head into the kitchen, he paused.
"And Yeonjun?"
"Um, yes?"
Namjoon carded a hand through Yeonjun's hair, ruffling the bright locks. "Thank you for caring."
Yeonjun made a little noise in the back of his throat, breaking into a smile as he practically purred at the touch.
Namjoon chuckled a little. "There's my kitty."
[♡]
Yeonjun had half slipped after that.
It made watching TV and waiting for Namjoon to finish cooking seem much less boring, but he was a little clumsy during lunch- missing bites and chewing slowly. After almost spilling his drink, Namjoon wordlessly added a straw to his cup.
But, throughout the meal, Yeonjun caught Namjoon giving him these… looks. These smiles that crinkled his eyes and glances from the corner of his eye that had Yeonjun flustered.
He squirmed in his seat, biting his lip after Namjoon catches him staring.
"Hey kitten," Namjoon hummed around a bite of food. Looking up at him, Yeonjun watched him sip his own drink before talking.
"Would you like to stream today?"
Cheeks warm, Yeonjun nodded quickly.
[♡]
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"Doesn't he look so pretty?"
Namjoon was walking in a slow circle around Yeonjun, who was kneeling on the floor by the bed, back to it.
The same kitty ears and tail from before had made their return, and today he was dressed in an oversized pink jumper. It fell past his mid thigh, and his feet were covered by cute pink socks.
A collar lay heavy on his neck.
It felt comfortable. Like home.
Yeonjun missed his collars.
Attached to the leather was a leash- the end of it limp on the floor as Namjoon circled him.
》NEW MESSAGES
WYNGVR - he looks so soft
YGSLOLI - i want his kitty ears so bad
PRETTYMINI - his collar is so nice omg !!
Namjoon hums as he reads the chat, before sitting down on the edge of the bed.
He takes up the end of Yeonjun's leash, and gives it a tug.
The plan, initially, was for Namjoon to drag him around on his leash and then jerk him off- maybe overstimulate him.
But as soon as Yeonjun crawled up between his legs, all flies through the window, because Yeonjun has his head resting so sweetly on Namjoon's thigh- nuzzling and blinking up at him with those pretty kitty eyes…
Namjoon feels his heart stutter.
》NEW MESSAGES
PRETTYMINI - master is quiet today
SE0VERZE - he looks at kitty so fondly :( ♡
YGSLOLI - if master looked at me like that I think I'd die
"Kitty?"
Namjoon has to stop himself from calling Yeonjun by name- shocked as he stares down between his legs.
Yeonjun has pulled the zipper of his slacks down with his teeth.
"Colour?" Yeonjun whispers. He knows the stream doesn't catch it.
"Gr-green," Namjoon mumbles back, thoroughly confused, but gently runs his hand through Yeonjun's yellow locks- careful not to disturb his kitty ears.
Yeonjun mouths softly at the bulge of Namjoon's boxers, eyes trained up on him as he continued his ministrations.
The chat continued to ping and chime, but Namjoon wasn't able to spare more than a passing glance, overwhelmed quickly by the warmth of Yeonjun's mouth over his clothes.
And then Yeonjun is unlocking him from his boxers, and Namjoon has to clamor down on his bottom lip in order to not cum from the soft touch alone.
His self control is in vain, however, because he cums prematurely anyway.
Yeonjun stroking him slowly, curling both his hands around his cock like they were his paws, and he kisses from the underside up to the tip.
Namjoon doesn't last more than four seconds once Yeonjun wraps his lips around the head of his cock.
》NEW MESSAGES
YGSLOLI - OMG
WYNGVR - me too man, shiiittt
PRETTYMINI - master came already??
》 THIS STREAM HAS ENDED 《
For once, Yeonjun is not in the bath.
He's scrubbing his teeth at Namjoon's sink, face scrunched up.
"Cum is a lot more bitter than I thought." He huffs after spitting into the sink.
"I didn't know you were gonna do that!" Namjoon protests, embarrassed, from the doorway. "If I did I would've been better prepared!"
"Hey," Yeonjun wipes his face. "I read through the chat while you were putting the collar away- that stuff they were saying… what's that about?"
Namjoon shuffled his feet, laughing awkwardly. "Ah- well, I mean I guess it's obvious but…"
Yeonjun scrunched his face up. "What?"
"I really like you, Yeonjun. As more than just my sub."
Oh.
Oh.
Yeonjun's chest feels tight. His heart is rattling his ribcage so hard it hurts.
"I- um- I see," he whispers.
"You don't- oh fuck. Yeonjun- um, we don't have to talk about this now," Namjoon says quickly, panic on his face.
"I need- I need to think about this," Yeonjun doesn't look up at him. Doesn't meet his gaze. "Can you- can you drive me home, please?"
Namjoon nods, and the look on his face has Yeonjun so guilty he feels sick.
"I'm sorry, hyung."
"There's no need to be sorry, Yeonjun. Let's go get your shoes."