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The seven of them and their entourage of staff that accompanied them on overseas trips had been in the United States for a few weeks now and unfortunately they had another week to go. Namjoon, as much as he loved travelling for his job, often found that he needed to do it in short spurts and this trip was certainly on the ‘too much’ side of their trips. He was tired, both physically and mentally, and while he did his best not to show it, he was starting to struggle a lot, especially when it came to talking in English so much. He was starting to withdraw into himself as a protective measure and he knew the others were starting to notice. At the last interview they did, they had tried their hardest to step up and speak in English when answering questions to allow him a break. He really appreciated it, but it still wasn’t enough.
A part of him was wondering if he should ask for an actual translator to attend the interview they had scheduled that afternoon, but he didn’t want to let his members or Army down. Deep down he knew that they wouldn’t see it as that, that it would be him looking after himself, but his brain was convinced that he would be letting them down. So he didn’t message the staff even though he knew he should.
He’d been feeling a low level of anxiety all day, which wasn’t too unusual. He was doing his best to ignore it, but the overwhelming feeling of needing to burst into tears was starting to become too much. He took a deep breath, then another, and then another, in an effort to push the feeling away, at least far enough that he could ignore it for the rest of the current meeting.
He had no idea what was happening, he just couldn’t focus. He wanted to cry and oh god… He couldn’t do this anymore. Namjoon knew he was spiralling, but he couldn’t help it.
Suddenly, he saw a pair of hands on his knees. Jimin’s hands. He’d recognise them anywhere. His brain knew that Jimin was speaking to him, but he couldn’t figure out what he was saying. He tried to open his mouth, to tell Jimin that he was going to be okay, that he just needed a moment to collect himself but his words got stuck in his throat. He closed his mouth and then tried to speak again. And again. Except nothing was coming out. It was like he had forgotten how to make sounds.
He wanted to talk, he just couldn’t.
Then his brain realised what happened and he felt the tears silently spill over. It had been so long since Namjoon had gone non-verbal and all the emotions, the fear and the overwhelm that he had been feeling suddenly came pouring out and he couldn’t stop it. He saw Jimin turn away from him, though the younger one kept his hands on Namjoon’s knees. He vaguely knew that Jimin was talking to someone but he had no idea who.
A hand was on his back, rubbing circles. It felt good. It was a larger hand. Perhaps Yoongi’s? That would make sense. Yoongi had been sitting next to him earlier.
Oh, Jimin had turned back to him and was taking his hands in his own. Jimin and the person next to him - Yes that was Yoongi - was helping him stand and then Jimin was leading him out of the hotel conference room they were in back to his room. He was glad to be out of there, and in the privacy of his room with only Jimin, but at the same time he couldn’t help but feel ashamed at having fallen apart like this in front of everyone.
Shame made the tears come even harder. He was gasping silently for breath, but no matter how much he tried to get his breathing under control, or to try and stem the flow of tears, he found that he couldn’t.
Namjoon found himself staring at where his hand connected with Jimin’s. His hand dwarfed Jimin’s, but it was comforting; they looked like they belonged together. It looked and felt right. He was glad he had Jimin with him to provide comfort.
Then they were by his bed. Jimin was moving him on to it, kneeling down in front of him to remove his shoes and socks, stroking the skin on his feet gently. Namjoon found that he could focus on that feeling, on those sensations instead of the tight knot of anxiety in his chest. He was so glad he had Jimin right then. The two of them had been through so much together over the years and knew how to help each other.
Jimin stood and moved to sit next to him on the bed. Namjoon watched as Jimin took the hem of his jumper in his hands and looked at him with a silent question. Namjoon nodded before raising his arms up, allowing Jimin to remove his jumper. It wasn’t until it was gone that Namjoon realised how much the sensation of the jumper on him had been increasing his anxiety and the sense of overwhelm that he had been feeling. He was so used to ignoring the sensory side of clothes until they got so bad that he often just learned to live with his body reacting to them. It was easier than trying to explain it to the stylists. He knew that he should tell them, Jimin and the other members had encouraged him to do it, but he found that he couldn’t.
Maybe at some point in the future he would actually be brave enough to do it.
As Jimin moved around to rest his hands on his pants, looking at him questioningly, Namjoon found himself nodding again and shifting around to help Jimin remove his jeans.
Finally free of the restrictive clothes, just sitting there in his underwear and t-shirt, he felt Jimin embrace him tightly. Laying his head on Jimin’s shoulders, he couldn’t help but feel the tension in his body fading. He could tell that Jimin was stroking his hair, with the occasional kiss to the top of his head, and Namjoon found that he was starting to finally relax.
Or at least enough to stop the silent tears that had been streaming down his face for however long it had been since he had lost control in the meeting. Unfortunately, he found that he still couldn’t speak even though he really wanted to. Instead he just buried his head in Jimin’s chest, breathing in the scent of him.
Namjoon didn’t know how long the two of them sat like that, Jimin continuously stroking his hair, but eventually Namjoon felt himself fully relaxed, though the ability to speak didn’t come back. He knew it wouldn’t for awhile or until something made him literally force the words out of him which physically and mentally hurt him so it was something he tried not to do unless absolutely necessary.
Suddenly, he felt Jimin’s hands move until he could flip them so that Namjoon was on his back with Jimin straddling him. Then Jimin moved his hands and they were under his ribs and the younger started to tickle him.
Oh. Jimin was trying to make him laugh. It had worked before, so it made sense that Jimin would try and do it, especially considering he couldn’t just stay mute until his brain healed himself. That could have been hours or days and he just didn’t have that type of time. That hurt to think about and his lips pouted as he felt sad at the realisation that he would have to be forced or tricked into becoming talkative again. As he felt tears starting to well up in his eyes again, Namjoon realised by the sudden lack of sensation in his sides that Jimin had stopped tickling him in an attempt to make him laugh.
Turning his head, he looked at Jimin to find the younger one looking at him both in concern and with a face that made Namjoon think he was plotting something. Namjoon was both scared and excited by that thought.
Seeing that Namjoon was watching him, Jimin raised his fingers to his own lips before moving them down to Namjoon’s lips, placing them there for half a moment. Ah. Jimin was asking if he could kiss him. Namjoon nodded with a small but shy smile. He was glad now that Jimin had experience with him like this and knew how to ask questions without speaking. He probably would have been able to understand Jimin speaking at this point, but it was nice that Jimin was trying to communicate with him in a way that wouldn’t risk him becoming overwhelmed from noise.
Holding onto Jimin’s hips, he let Jimin move so he was laying on top of Namjoon, before Jimin’s lips met his own in a soft, sweet kiss that conveyed just how much Jimin loved him and that he was here for him no matter what.
The two of them kissed like that for a while, before Namjoon reached up and threaded a hand into Jimin’s hair, deepening the kiss. While he might have still been non-verbal, Namjoon felt cared for and safe laying there with Jimin on top of him. He knew that Jimin would take care of him and protect him, and to Namjoon that was the most important thing at the moment.
When Jimin pulled back from the kiss, Namjoon couldn’t help but pout slightly, causing Jimin to lean down to give him another kiss, though it was a brief one. Pulling back again, Namjoon watched Jimin sit up, straddling his legs further down and reach to hover his hands just above his underwear, where his dick was semi hard from the kisses and having Jimin on top of him. Namjoon looked at Jimin with a flash of confusion on his face, trying to figure out what Jimin was trying to ask him.
Jimin must have figured out that Namjoon couldn’t understand what he was silently asking him, so instead he rested his hand on Namjoon’s groin and asked if he wanted Jimin to make love to him. Namjoon nodded shyly; though the two of them had been sleeping together for awhile, he was feeling somewhat emotionally vulnerable at the moment. Despite that, Namjoon lifted his hips a couple of millimetres off the bed and managed to push his boxer briefs down slightly, just to convey he was perfectly okay with what Jimin wanted to do to him.
Moving so he was kneeling between Namjoon’s legs, Jimin pulled down the briefs enough to free Namjoon’s semi hard dick that was twitching in interest. Shuffling further on the bed, Jimin managed to remove them before moving back up the bed and taking Namjoon’s t-shirt in his hands. Nodding, Namjoon sat up. Jimin lost his grip on the t-shirt, but Namjoon removed it in one brief movement, throwing it to the side, not quite sure where it landed. He could find it later.
Turning back to Jimin, Namjoon realised that while he had been removing his own t-shirt, Jimin had removed his own top and was sitting there just in jeans - his shoes having been discarded at some point that Namjoon hadn’t seen. Grabbing Jimin’s hips, Namjoon rolled over so Jimin was once again laying on top of him. The feel of Jimin’s jeans on his dick made his hips buck upwards, seeking more of the friction it caused as they rubbed against each other.
Namjoon lay there, enjoying the sensations of Jimin moving down his body, caressing and kissing as he went, paying attention to the areas that were more sensitive on Joon’s body. Finally, Jimin reached his dick which was now fully hard, resting against his stomach. Taking it in his hand, Jimin slowly stroked it up and down, applying just enough pressure to it to have Joon squirming on the bed, wanting more but not getting it.
Namjoon found it strange though, not making any noise as Jimin teased him. He was usually a loud lover, someone who didn’t hold back the noises he wanted to make in appreciation of whatever his lover was doing, but now it was silent.
Then Jimin took his dick all the way into his mouth and Namjoon lost all coherent thought. Namjoon threw his head back as pleasure shot through him, his toes curling as all he could focus on was the deep warmth around his dick. With how overstimulated he had been previously, it was nearly too much for him at that moment, nearly causing him to orgasm then and there, but he somehow managed not to. Jimin kept on sucking it for a while longer, before moving up to lick softly at the top like it was a delicate treat to be worshipped before repeating the process over and over again.
Soon, it was too much for Joon and he was gasping silently, his hips bucking into the warmth that was Jimin’s mouth, seeking the impending release. As he felt the tightening in his lower stomach and balls, he had the sense of mind to squeeze Jimin’s hips in warning that he was on the verge of orgasm. Jimin just intensified the amount of his suction on Namjoon’s erection as it hit the back of his throat time and time again.
It was too much for him.
Within moments, his orgasm slammed into him with a force he wasn’t expecting. As his hips jackhammered off the mattress, he rode each of the muscle contractions that shook his body, he shot load after load of his semen down Jimin’s throat. Afterwards, he lay there, dazed as the force of it all caught up with him. Through half closed eyes, Namjoon watched as Jimin wiped his chin clean from the bits of come that he hadn’t managed to swallow before moving to lay next to him.
Reaching out, Jimin stroked his face with a soft smile and asked if he was okay, to which Namjoon let out a hum of contentment.
Then he blinked and let out a massive, delighted grin, causing Jimin to chuckle. Obviously an orgasm was what he had needed to get over the anxiety that was making him go non-verbal. He would have to remember that as an option for the future. For now though, he wanted Jimin’s dick in him - though somehow Jimin was still wearing pants - and he was going to get what he wanted. With another laugh of delight, he pushed Jimin onto his back before straddling him and taking him into a deep kiss. Leaning back, he told Jimin to get naked and he was going to find the lube and if he wasn’t ready by the time Joon was back from the bathroom, there would be problems.
Jimin just laughed and promised that he would be.
An hour later, when they had to start to get ready to leave for the interview, Namjoon was happier than he had been in awhile. It was therefore no surprise that the interview went off without a hitch, in a large part thanks to Jimin’s inventiveness on how to get him out of his own head - something he made sure to thoroughly thank the other for once they returned back to the hotel room.