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One would expect a cat hybrid to freak out at the perspective of being kidnapped/robbed from their owners. Well, Namjoon had been expecting that, considering the fact that Suho seemed to have a particular fixation with his hybrid. It’s not uncommon to hear about hybrids and humans falling in love or maintaining sexual relationships, Namjoon had actually been counting on that, on Suho feeling something towards the small little thing he had as a hybrid, hence why the plan had involved kidnapping him. 

But Jimin, as he knows the hybrid is called, hadn't even fought, once they broke into his room. He had startled, his green cat eyes (a particularity that Namjoon had never seen before in a cat hybrid) had observed through the dark room as he and his two men entered but he hadn’t moved to run, he hadn’t even gotten up from his bed, his open book left to a side. 

“What’s happening?” He’d asked, ever so calmly. 

Neither three of them had answered him. Seokjin had moved to grab him and tie him up and still, as he was being put on his feet, he hadn’t seemed to panic at all. Thinking about it now makes Namjoon wonder and wonder. He’d stared right into his eyes when he settled in front of him, several inches taller and much bigger, too. Jimin is really a small little thing.  

“Will you kill me?” He’d asked, never breaking eye contact with Namjoon. 

It had been a bit surprising, if he’s being honest. He’d been expecting a shy and clumsy, soft looking thing, not a being that was apparently trying to do his best to result intimidating (which hadn’t happened because please, he’s really so small). 

Namjoon had answered sincerely, figuring it didn’t matter what he knew. 

“Not for now.” 

Jimin had calmly nodded and let himself be taken. He hadn’t tried to talk, as they put a piece of fabric over his eyes and he hadn’t talked either as he was sat on the back seat of their black car, in between Seokjin and Hoseok. He hadn’t cared that he was being kidnapped, he’d only wanted to know if he would be killed. Namjoon wonders now if he would’ve tried running, had his answer been that yes, he would be killed. 

Namjoon doesn’t want to admit it but he can’t move his eyes away from the pink of Jimin’s cat ears. It’s not even that he’s attracted to him, it’s just the unusual color he has on his head. And he still seems too oddly calm. Still, there’s this different thing about him now that they’re here, in a place he doesn’t know. His eyes move around the room, studying everything. Namjoon wonders if he’s trying to find a way to escape or if he’s planning something in his head. They have him sitting on one of the sofas and they’d given him food because they need him to stay healthy if they want to use him as a threat to Suho. 

He’d eaten, eyes always wary and moving around the room. He doesn’t look scared, Namjoon comes to think. He doesn’t look scared at all. It still makes him wonder why it is that way. Hybrid’s are supposed to be helpless, clumsy creatures with no actual idea of how the world works. At least that’s what Namjoon had thought all his life. Right now, he’s not so sure anymore. 

“Are you going to use me to get to Suho?” He asks, after a long moment of silence. 

Jin and Hoseok are in the room; as soon as Jimin talks out loud, they seem to startle and their eyes move to Namjoon, as if waiting to see what he’ll answer. Namjoon rubs his jaw, getting up from his desk and leaning his hips on it, standing in front of it. 

“What do you know about Suho that could help us?” He shoots back. 

He waits and expects him to reply that he’s not talking or that he won’t be telling him anything he knows (hybrids are supposed to be loyal) but Jimin clears his throat and crosses his arms over his chest. 

“That he doesn’t care about me enough to sacrifice anything to get me back,” he answers. 

Jin snorts and Namjoon squints his eyes. He’s not stupid and he’s not about to believe that. They’d kept an eye on Suho, had seen him go out with his hybrid, buy him things. And he’d always stared at Jimin with a hunger that couldn’t be pretended, a hunger that told them there was a different type of relationship between them, aside from owner-hybrid. 

“You honestly expect us to believe that?” Hoseok asks, moving to stand next to Namjoon, arms crossed over his chest. “You’re his hybrid and he never lets you out of his sight.” 

Jimin shakes his head. 

“He really doesn’t care,” he assures. There’s silence for a moment. Namjoon keeps looking at Jimin, trying to figure out what he wants to gain out of this lie. “I’m all in for helping you bring him down,” he says, then. 

Namjoon’s eyebrows raise in surprise. He hadn’t been expecting that. 

“The plan is to kill him, is that what you’re going to help us with?” Namjoon asks, crossing his arms over his chest. He moves away from the desk and makes his way towards where Jimin is standing. His small figure doesn’t move away as Namjoon settles in front of him, looking down because he’s so small. 

“Yes,” Jimin replies, no hesitation in his voice. 

Namjoon cocks an eyebrow. 

“Hybrids are supposed to love their owners,” he points out. 

Jimin looks away. It’s the first time that he’s broken eye contact with Namjoon. But it doesn’t seem to be because he’s intimidated. There’s a blush on his cheeks, barely noticeable and his hands are closed in tight fists. 

“Not all owners are worthy of love,” he mutters. 

There’s anger in his voice and also that sounds a bit like shame. Namjoon frowns and slides his gaze towards Hoseok. The other one seems as confused as he is. He shrugs, letting him know that he’s as unsure as he is. 

“How can you help us, then?” Namjoon asks, considers it just for a second, to see what Jimin has to offer because they’ve been trying to bring Suho down for a very long while and have never succeeded. 

“I can give you the information I have and do whatever else you need me to do,” he replies. 

Namjoon turns around and walks back to his desk. He sits down and leans backwards, hands clasping together on his lap. 

“This doesn’t ensure that you won’t be dying,” he finally says. He makes sure to keep his eyes on Jimin to see his reaction. “If you do something wrong, we won’t hesitate in killing you. We can bring Suho down in other ways, we don’t particularly need you.” 

Jimin nods, almost instantly. 

“I’ll make sure to give you reasons to keep me alive,” he replies. 

Namjoon signals Jin to take him away and doesn’t look back at the hybrid as he’s taken back to the room in which he’s being held. Hoseok stands in front of the desk and crosses his arms over his chest but he doesn’t say anything just yet. Namjoon is a little bit lost in his head, just hoping that this will finally be the time when they manage to bring Suho down. 

“You’ve been awfully quiet since we came back,” Hoseok says, taking a sip from his glass of whisky. There’s a smirk on his lips. “Don’t tell me the hybrid’s fluffy ears have you all lost in thought,” he teases. 

Namjoon rolls his eyes and leans back in his seat, exhaustion washing over him. He slides a hand across his neck and sighs. Well, to be fair, Jimin, aside from his human ears, has a pair of fluffy pinkish cat ears that are settled right on the top of his head. And his hair is pink, too. It’s not that what has him lost in thought, though. It’s his odd behavior. 

“His hair and fur are pink,” he says. “But no, it’s not that,” he goes on. “Don’t you think he was oddly okay with the fact that we were kidnapping him?” He asks, letting go of his neck and closing his eyes. 

There’s a beat of silence before Hoseok is answering. 

“Yeah, he was, actually,” he says. “I hadn’t thought much about it at the moment but you’re right,” he adds. “Now, too. He didn’t even seem scared.” 

Namjoon nods but doesn’t dwell on it further, deciding he might not ever know an anser to it. 

“I wish we could’ve stayed to see Suho’s face once he sees his hybrid is gone,” he mentions, shaking his head. “He’s going to lose it.” 

Hoseok chuckles. It’s clear neither of them believes what Jimin had said about them not being close. Suho had always seemed to hold his hybrid in an altar. 

“Damn right he is. We really need to take him down, he’s getting on my nerves,” his best friend replies. “I hope this distracts him enough to keep away for a while. We need time to come up with a plan.” 

“We’ll take him down, you bet,” Namjoon assures. “I think we can use Jimin for that, just need to figure out the best way. I don’t know if the information he says he has will work for us or if it’s even true but we’ll have to see and keep that in mind,” he explains. 

“Jimin,” Hoseok tries the word in his mouth. He nods without a reason and then smirks again. “You know his name,” he says, finally. 

Namjoon rolls his eyes once more and stands up, figuring they both must be very tired  

“I’m going to sleep, I need a good rest,” he announces. 

“It’s fine, though,” Hoseok says, standing up as well. He walks next to Namjoon outside of the main room, towards the corridor that leads to their rooms. “I mean, people don’t say it but hybrids are meant to be alluring and beautiful.  Jimin  is beautiful. There’s no problem with being attracted to him.” 

“I’m not attracted to him,” Namjoon says, immediately. 

Namjoon isn’t a guy that has time for those things, for being attracted to people, for thinking about things like those. The only thing he has time for are hook-ups, but it’s been a very long while since he’s managed to juggle one in between his messy schedule. A very long while, now that he comes to think of it. Not that he’s desperate for one. He’s fine. He has other things to focus on. 

“Just saying.” Hoseok shrugs, stopping once they reach his door. “He looks like an angel that’s actually a disguised sin,” he explains. 

Namjoon doesn’t bother answering, just grunts and keeps walking. But it  is  true. Despite looking like an angel, Jimin had also seemed to have a sinful side to himself. Namjoon thinks about it as he drops down on his bed. The way his pink ears had flattened over his head, eyes lifting —just his eyes— to stare at him in between his eyelashes, the posture of his body somehow... inviting. It’s because he’s a cat hybrid, he’s supposed to be like that, somewhat flirty and alluring but at the same time, sinful. Because his lips, they hadn’t gone unnoticed by Namjoon. Parted and plump.  

Namjoon sighs. It really has been a long time. He shakes his head and moves up to take a shower, only a few minutes later finding himself under the covers, exhaustion taking over him quite quickly. He falls asleep, almost as soon as his head hits the pillow. 

_-----.-----_ 

Jimin isn’t stupid. He knows that once they don’t need him anymore to threaten Suho, they also won’t have any reasons to keep him alive. Namjoon himself had said it, when they’d first met, Not for now. But  now , he knows, won’t last long. He knows he needs something that will give him the upper hand, something that will give him a chance to survive and maybe, just maybe, escape to finally be free. 

He doesn’t know where he is and he isn’t sure of what is happening, why he’s been involved in whatever this is but he thinks that maybe it has to do with the mafia world Suho belongs to. Other than being abusive, the older one belongs to a world Jimin wishes he never set foot on. It’s not like he’d had a chance, anyway. Just being a hybrid gave him a disadvantage, made him a disposable object to the human world. Suho had bought him because he wanted to own him, to have someone that would do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. He was cruel and didn’t care about Jimin nor his feelings. 

In a way, Jimin is grateful to the guy that kidnapped him. It’s stupid and fucked up to say but if it wasn’t for him, he’d still be held captive in that ugly room Suho had him in, being forced to do as he pleased. Jimin hates it but he’d gotten used to it, to being Suho’s toy, to him coming into his room every fucking night to do what he wanted. He’d stopped fighting once he understood that it only led Suho on, to see him crying and begging, to see him suffering. He’d learned to lay still and let him take, take, take.  

He’d learned to survive. 

And that’s exactly what he plans on doing now that he’s out of his grasp. Sure, he knows he’s not somewhere safe, these people clearly are part of the mafia world, too. But he has a  chance , something he’s been hoping for, for the past year. Yes, a part of Jimin had suggested helping because it was a way to save himself, to assure he’d be kept alive for longer. But he’d also did it because he wants nothing more than to see Suho suffer for all the pain he’s caused him. 

He looks around the place he’s in. It’s not a fancy room but it’s better than the place he had at Suho’s house. He touches the bed, hesitantly and crawls onto it, sighing once he feels the soft fabric under his hands. He’s always suppressed his cat instincts because he knew how much it seemed to excite Suho, how much he liked it. But right now, he gives himself a moment to indulge in it, in the small sparkle of freedom he’s gotten, if only little while. He grabs the pillow (so soft) and wraps himself around it, closing his eyes. 

There’s a soft rumble on his chest, a subtle purr vibrating in Jimin’s throat. It’s been so long since he’s purred, so long since he’s felt... safe. It’s stupid to believe and he shouldn’t be letting his guard down, he should be thinking about something, figuring out a plan to get out of this alive. But he can do that after a nap, a good nap, not one where he has to fear of the door opening and clicking shut, locking and keeping everybody outside. Fear of someone slipping into his bed and doing whatever they want with him. 

He sighs, content and quickly falls asleep. 

_-----.-----_ 

Jimin  does  give them information that they end up using. And it’s better than anything they’ve had so far. A part of him still doesn’t trust him completely. It sounds too easy, too convenient, that Jimin is ok with exposing all the secrets he has about Suho. Namjoon figures he must only be thinking about staying alive. Which is only normal, he supposes. 

In the past weeks they’ve been in touch with Suho’s clients, people that had a close relationship with him but that didn’t know about the enemies the mafia leader had. They’ve made sure to not reveal their names and they’ve gathered enough information to work with. It makes him feel strangely excited because Suho’s mafia gang, even though smaller than Namjoon’s, has been a pain in the ass for a long time. And he wants it gone, once and for all. 

His mind has been so busy using all the information that Jimin has provided that he’s been falling asleep easily the past nights, dropping dead the second his head hit the pillow. But tonight, in the middle of it, he wakes up startled upon feeling a body draping over him. It takes him a second to react, quickly rolling over and pinning whoever it is to the bed, under him. One of his hands clasps a throat and he squints his eyes, trying to see through the dark whoever was trying to— 

Green cat eyes stare back at him, seeming to glow in the darkness of his room. He isn’t pressing into the skin of Jimin’s neck but his hand is still settled tightly over it, ready to press harder if he so much as moves. 

“Not a smart move trying to kill me in my sleep,” he hisses through his teeth. 

As always, Jimin doesn’t look exactly scared. He does look worried, eyebrows furrowed in something that oddly seems like confusion. His chest moves up and down as he breathes calmly before he’s opening his mouth to speak. 

“Wasn’t trying to,” he whispers. 

There’s something about his voice, though. It makes Namjoon tense and freeze for a solid minute. He uses it to take in the situation. He notices that Jimin’s legs are spread open, thighs at either side of his hips and he’s only wearing a shirt, a piece of fabric that doesn’t cover him up enough, seems almost see-through. No pants, no shorts, just underwear. Namjoon’s eyebrows furrow. And he looks back up, noticing that he’s been staring down on him. Jimin’s eyes are heavy-lidded, hands next to his head, on the pillow. He could’ve easily tried getting Namjoon off him, at least away from his neck. But he’s still unmoving,  waiting . 

“What exactly were you trying, then?” He demands to know, cocking an eyebrow. 

Jimin doesn’t say anything. His hands move, though and Namjoon presses harder against his throat. The hybrid doesn’t falter, if only, his lips part and his hands keep moving. His small fingers make an incredible contrast against Namjoon’s long ones, wrapped around his neck. They fall to where Namjoon is almost choking him and slide softly against his knuckles. He doesn’t move, trying to figure out what it is this hybrid thinks he’s doing. Whatever fucking games he’s playing are going to get him killed. 

Namjoon waits for an answer that doesn’t come. Not yet, in any case. Jimin’s fingertips trail upwards, sliding against his forearm, they reach his elbow, they keep moving. And then they fall on his chest, stop moving all together. His fingers remain in place, ready to cut off the air if he has to. But Jimin only blinks slowly, almost... in a flirty demeanor. 

“Are you into choking, then?” he whispers, finally. 

It takes a long moment to register in Namjoon’s head, what it means, what the hybrid is trying to do. The dressing up like this, the getting onto the bed in the middle of the night, the asking sexual questions. He stares into his eyes and tries to see what he thinks he’ll get out of this. But Jimin doesn’t look away, doesn’t hesitate as his hands move to Namjoon’s face, cupping his cheeks. 

It’s an oddly delicate thing and it makes him hesitate, tense all over again. He’s not sure as to why but his fingers stop pressing over Jimin’s neck and slide down to where his collarbones meet, skin exposed because of the loose clothing he’s wearing. Jimin’s pink hair is long and spread over the pillow, his cat ears flicker and then flatten over his head. Namjoon holds his breath. Is the hybrid trying to seduce him? Is that what he’s trying to do? 

“You won’t get anything out of this,” he says. 

It would be so easy, to just pin him down and fuck him like he seems to want. He’s so much smaller, Namjoon could easily hold him down, prevent him from trying anything funny. There's a hot twist in his abdomen, a flicker of arousal. He gulps, trying to suppress the feeling and concentrate on what’s happening. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jimin says, voice low. His legs move, curl around Namjoon’s waist and he tenses, fingers moving back to Jimin’s neck. “Relax,” Jimin’s voice is whispered into the silent room and Namjoon notices just how his heart is beating so quickly in his chest. Jimin’s hands find his shoulder blades, press against them and make him come closer. His hand lets go of his neck once more and this time moves to explore his exposed collarbones. 

He’s pretty. Fuck, he’s really  pretty . And Namjoon has thought that since the moment he first saw him but this isn’t supposed to be happening. He shouldn’t be letting Jimin seduce him like this. He shouldn’t be falling for it so stupidly and recklessly.  

At first, he doesn’t think much of it, when Jimin tilts his head to the side, seeming to bare his neck for Namjoon. But then he remembers about what he’d read a few nights ago, when his interest and curiosity had won him over and made him search for anything related to hybrids. This is a sign of submission. He’s letting Namjoon do as he pleases. It makes the heat in his stomach flare, too strong to ignore any longer. It’s like hunger suddenly takes over him, his face moving quickly, lips clasping over the skin of Jimin’s neck. Soft. It’s so fucking soft. The hybrid’s back arches off the bed, his lips brushing against the taller one’s ear. 

“I heard you the other day,” he whispers, fast. Namjoon doesn’t even have time to react, to find it as a threat. He’s too focused on Jimin’s neck to be able to move away. “I heard you saying that it’s been a while since you’ve gotten any. Let me take care of you, I can do it,” he goes on, his lips still touching Namjoon’s ear as he speaks. 

“I don’t need your pity,” he says but keeps kissing over the hybrid’s skin. 

“I don’t pity you,” he replies, quickly. 

His hands move downwards over Namjoon’s back, fingers drown under his shirt and touch his hot skin. It makes a gasp escape his lips, the feeling too sudden and almost foreign. His eyes close and his mouth stops moving while he has a mental fight with himself. He shouldn’t be doing this. He should kick Jimin out of his room and he should even show him what a mistake he’s made for coming into his room to try and seduce him. 

But he’d be lying if he said that he hadn’t enjoyed the few seconds of kissing the hybrid’s soft skin and the feel of his apparently toned legs, around his waist, the way only a few layers of (too thin) clothing separated them, the way the hybrid had arched into his touch and how good his hands felt over his skin.  Hybrids are supposed to be alluring and beautiful . Hoseok had been right on both of those things. Namjoon would add seducing and hot.  

He breaks away, lets his face hover over Jimin’s. He looks into his eyes, lets himself feel how the hybrid scratches his nails over the skin of his back, lets himself groan when they slide to his shoulder blades, lifting the shirt in the process. He himself takes the shirt off and decides that,  fuck it . Just one night. He only needs that and he’ll relieve stress, he’ll get what he wanted and it will be over. 

Jimin’s lips curve, barely and his hands move over Namjoon’s naked chest. His green eyes follow the movements and then he’s pushing him aside. 

“Let me straddle you,” he murmurs. 

Namjoon shakes his head. 

“No.” 

It’s firm and his hand falls over Jimin’s chest, keeping him in place. The hybrid doesn’t say anything, just waits. Namjoon gives it a moment before touching him softer, fisting the fabric of his white shirt and starting to lift it up. If this is some sort of joke or plan Jimin has, he’s expecting him to jump at it now, stop him from undressing him. But the hybrid does none of those. If anything, he lets Namjoon throw the shirt across the room and then they have some sort of staring contest, just looking straight into each other’s eyes. 

When Namjoon breaks eye contact, it’s to be able to observe closely the hybrid’s skin. His fingertips trail over it ever so softly. He’s toned, very well-toned. Not only his tight thighs around his waist are something that’s distracting him but also the muscles of his abdomen. He swallows the lump in his throat and settles on his calves, hands falling onto Jimin’s hips, half of them over the underwear, his fingers touching skin. His thumbs rub circles over the places not covered with clothing and he hooks them under the waistband of the boxer briefs, starting to slide them down. 

Jimin tenses and it makes him stop, lift his eyes to where the hybrid is lying, compliant, still. He cocks an eyebrow. 

“Regretting it, now?” He asks. 

He almost expects him to say yes. He expects him to not want this and he’s ready to let him go, even if it’ll be disappointing because he’s already very much turned on, his cock half hard and ready to just go for it after so long. 

But Jimin shakes his head. 

“No.” 

It’s as firm as Namjoon’s  no  had been a few minutes before. He doesn’t sound hesitant and he doesn’t seem to be shying away, even though he’s half naked and Namjoon is still almost fully clothed. 

“Then why are you tensing up?” He inquires, squinting his eyes. 

“Aren’t you going to undress too?” He asks back. 

Namjoon smirks. 

“Guests first,” he murmurs. 

It’s then that he slides the boxer briefs down, lets his eyes travel over the v line that falls exposed, Jimin’s cock, also half hard (so he  does  want him), his thighs and his small feet. He throws it to the floor and crawls back over the hybrid’s small body. He’s doing it on purpose, that is. Leaving him naked even though he himself is still covered.  He wants to make sure that Jimin understands that he doesn’t have the upper hand here, that it’s actually Namjoon who does, who can control what’s about to happen. 

He hovers over him for a moment, eyes trailing all over his body, taking in how beautiful he is because there’s no denying that. Namjoon just can’t find it in him to keep that thought away. It’s then that he finally stands, stepping out of his pants and boxer briefs within seconds. He considers for a second, draping himself over Jimin’s body once again but finally decides that it’s better to get straight to it. 

He grabs the hybrid by the hips and turns him over so that he’s on his stomach. Bad idea. Or maybe the best one he’s ever had in his life. That ass. That ass just cannot be real. And a tail. He has a pink tail, what the actual fuck. Namjoon has a whole life crisis in his brain as his eyes remain on Jimin’s perky ass, skin appearing to be so smooth and delicate he just wants to ruin it. He releases a shuddered breath, leaning closer so that he can place his hands on either one of Jimin’s ass cheeks. Yeah, the tail is there and it’s so beautiful but his ass. That ass deserves to be touched and felt up. So, he does that. He kneads at the skin, marveling in how good they fit in his hands. His thumbs dig into the flesh and he looks up when he hears Jimin gasp. The hybrid has his face drowned in a pillow he seems to be holding tightly. He’s not tense, though. Namjoon can feel him relaxed under his touch.  

So, he continues. 

He takes his time touching him, trailing down his thighs. Oh, he’s going to have a great time fucking him, seeing his small body tremble under his, hearing him moan. He wonders what Jimin’s moans will sound like. He nibbles on his lower lip and moves towards his nightstand, in search for lube and condoms. 

“That’s not necessary,” Jimin says, his head lifting from where it had been hidden. Namjoon lifts an eyebrow. “The lube, I mean,” he further explains. 

Namjoon frowns. 

“What?” He asks, confusion taking over him. 

“You’ll see,” is Jimin’s only answer. 

Namjoon still brings the bottle to the bed, setting it aside. He doesn’t trust Jimin and he wonders if this no lube thing is part of whatever he might be planning. He forgets about it soon, though. Once he lifts Jimin’s hips and focuses on his ass again, he can’t think about anything else. He’s already so hard and ready for this. It’s been too long and he feels oddly excited, like a horny teenager ready to go at it for the first time in his life. 

“Namjoon,” Jimin whispers, softly. 

It's so soft that Namjoon thinks he’s imagined it for a second. That is, until Jimin’s head turns sideways, as if waiting for an answer. In Namjoon’s defense, Jimin’s ass is a very big distraction.  

“Hm?” 

A beat of silence and then: 

“Will you not touch me?” He asks. 

Namjoon’s breath hitches in his throat and he feels arousal grow in the pit of his stomach. It’s just the way in which Jimin says it, so... innocently. He can’t help but groan, draping himself over Jimin’s body, closing his eyes when his cock brushes the inside of the other one’s thighs. His hips still press flush against the hybrid’s ass and his tail moves, swirls around Namjoon’s middle. For a second, he tenses, expecting the smaller one to do something crazy. But the tail only wraps itself around him, soft fur brushing against his skin. It’s strange... but he doesn’t hate it. Not at all. 

He lets his hand fall at the top of Jimin’s spine, lets out a soft sigh in the process. 

“So pretty,” he mumbles, before he can stop himself. 

People say a lot of things during sex. He tells himself that as he trails his fingers downwards, to the small of the hybrid’s back, barely brushes over the dimples that form there and doesn’t touch the tail because for some reason, it feels strange to even think about it. He kisses Jimin’s neck, from behind, as his hand slips forward, over his chest. When Namjoon’s fingers touch one of his nipples, he gasps, hiding his face in the crook of his elbow. Namjoon doesn’t like that he’s disappointed, having wanted to hear him moan. He really wants to. He’ll be satisfied, then. So, he makes it a point to drag his nails down the hybrid’s chest, over his abdomen, muscles tensing at the touch. He keeps moving downwards, stops for a second, hand hovering over Jimin’s cock. He waits.  

Jimin’s whine sounds different than anything he’s heard before. There’s something to it, perhaps the fact that he’s a hybrid. It just manages to make Namjoon’s insides go crazy. He wants to hear more and more and more. He complies, fingers wrapping around Jimin’s cock, tightly. He strokes and finally, he gets what he wants. A moan, right in the back of Jimin’s throat. It seems to make everything vibrate and Namjoon wants to hear it once more. He strokes again and gains another one. 

And then another. 

And one more. 

And then there’s something in between his hips and Jimin’s ass. For an embarrassing second, he’s sure that he came, wondering how the fuck just a few moans have managed to do that to him. But then he decides to stop thinking with his dick and leans away for a moment, to figure out what’s happening. Jimin whimpers when Namjoon’s hand stops moving but he barely registers the sound as he notices there’s something trickling down Jimin’s thighs. 

His lips part, confusion taking over him. He’s sure that’s not cum. He’s sure he hasn’t just made a fool of himself because there’s no way this hybrid affects him so much. 

“Slick,” he hears JImin say. “It’s slick. So it’s easier to fuck me,” he further explains. 

It shouldn’t be much of a big thing but it sure as hell is for Namjoon. The fact that Jimin is wet already, no need for lube, it makes him understand a little bit more why owners tend to fuck around with their hybrids. That is hot. Like, really, really hot. He clears his throat, takes a moment to ground himself and decides he really needs to be inside of Jimin right now, because he wants to know how it’ll feel. 

He hoists Jimin’s hips up again, since they’d somehow fallen back to the bed and he strokes himself until he’s fully hard. He rips the foil paper and puts the condom on (it feels like it’s been too long since he’s done this). He lines himself up with Jimin and without hesitation, he pushes in. It’s tight. Really fucking tight. But it’s also wet and easy to slide all the way in until his hips are flush against Jimin’s ass again. He groans at the back of his throat, forehead falling to Jimin’s back, eyes closing. 

It’s because he hasn’t gotten laid in a while. That’s why it feels so intense and hot and like he’ll come very soon. He vaguely hears Jimin moan again, his hands slipping a bit forward. And when he’s grown accustomed to being inside him, to it being so wet, he slides out slowly, shuddering breath leaving his lips. It feels almost too good. When he thrusts forward again, pleasure vibrates all over his body, pushes the air out of his lungs and makes everything hazy with lust. 

He can’t really stop after that. The sound of skin slapping against skin, slick trickling in between them, making everything messier. The feel of Jimin’s tail, still wrapped around him. The sound of his moans and whimpers, the way he doesn’t seem to be capable of keeping himself up. It all fuels him, makes him go faster, harder,  deeper . One of his hands clutches Jimin’s hip, the other on the mattress, next to the hybrid’s body, to keep himself up. 

He’s not going to lie. It’s hard for him too, it feels too good and he’s chasing after an orgasm that somehow feels ten times more intense than any type of pleasure he’s felt before. His face drowns in Jimin’s neck, his other hand sneaking downwards to jerk the hybrid off, once more. It must be the combination of receiving pleasure from so many ends what has him coming, a complete mess under Namjoon’s body. 

It’s then that his own thrusts turn erratic and followed by loud groans. Everything turns black for a second, his orgasm hits him like a truck, lungs losing the ability to breathe properly, mind blanking out for a whole minute. He slumps over Jimin’s body, exhausted, sweaty and so wet, still. 

He rolls to the side, remembering that Jimin’s body is still under him and he takes the condom off, trying to regain his breath. Jimin is silent next to him, still on his stomach and face drowned in a pillow. Namjoon doesn’t say anything, just lets himself focus on calming down. 

By the time he finally has, he turns his head to the side, studying Jimin’s body. As he trails his eyes upwards, he finds that the hybrid is peaking at him, over his arm, settled under his face. His green eyes somehow seem to glow more, cheeks red, or so it seems, since the dark doesn’t let Namjoon see much. 

“Slick,” Namjoon finds himself muttering, still amused at that. 

“It’s something omega hybrids naturally produce when it comes to sex,” Jimin murmurs, voice slurred and tired. 

“Oddly convenient,” Namjoon mutters, chuckling and looking up to the ceiling. 

His breath goes back to normal and his heart stops beating like a crazy machine in his chest. He closes his eyes for a second but then opens them again, panic taking over him when he notices he’s left his guard down for a second. He looks back over at Jimin and notices that the hybrid is still looking at him. 

“What?” He asks, cocking an eyebrow. 

Jimin shakes his head. He doesn’t say anything as he gets up. Namjoon watches him —he has a great view of his ass from where he is— get dressed, leaning down to put his underwear on. He slides his shirt over his head and turns towards Namjoon for a moment. He doesn’t say anything, still. He just turns back around and leaves, no other words exchanged between them. 

Namjoon just watches him go. He turns to his side and closes his eyes. He’s exhausted and his thighs hurt but that was great. Honestly, the best he’s had in a very long while. He can clean the sheets and the mess they made, when he wakes up. Right now, he feels like he can sleep for a whole week. 

_-----.-----_ 

Jimin waits for it to happen, clutching the sheets under his chin. He waits for the terrifying pain and disgust to settle in his body. He waits for it to make him feel horrible and sad. He waits but it doesn’t come. Hours seem to go by and he doesn’t feel it. He doesn’t feel like he did something wrong, something bad, something disgusting. 

He turns to look up at the ceiling, blinking, expecting silent tears to appear. But again, they don’t. He’d liked it. That’s why it doesn’t make him feel disgusted. He’d liked the way Namjoon had touched him and fucked him, how he’d called him pretty like he actually meant it. He’s no idiot and he knows this didn’t mean anything but he hopes that his plan had worked, that it had been good enough for Namjoon that he’ll come back for more. It’s his key to staying alive. Even if it’s just sexual, maybe it’ll be strong enough that Namjoon won’t kill him just yet. 

They’re close to figuring out how to bring Suho down and he has little time left. He’s told them everything he knew, by now. There are just a few details that might have been left unsaid because he needs to hold on to them, give them another reason to keep him alive.  But at the end, after thinking about it for days, he’d decided he could do this. He could seduce Namjoon and make him cave, he could give him a reason more to keep him there. 

He’d expected it to be like with Suho, he’d expected it to make him feel sick and disgusting. But all he can do right now is remember how the word  pretty  had come off his lips and how, even though he’d been a bit rough, he’d been gentle with his hands, touching his skin, giving it attention. Suho used to do that too, but he’d do it as a sign of ownership, making Jimin feel like an object. Which he was, clearly, for the other mafia leader. 

Namjoon is different. Jimin doesn’t trust him, of course. And even if the sex was all calculated and planned by himself, he’d enjoyed it. He’d started producing slick. It’s not something that has always happened with Suho. It only ever did when he was in heat and the other one took advantage of that for his own benefit. The other times, he’d have to use lube to be able to— 

He pushes Suho out of his mind. For the first time in too long, he’s felt like he matters, like his life has a value and he’s not just an object that humans can use as they wish. He’s hoping Namjoon will come searching for him this time. He’s sure that he’s left this little bit of curiosity in him, about how being with a hybrid is. And he’s praying that he’ll feel inclined to explore it more. 

Jimin can still remember how the mafia leader’s lips had felt over his scent glands, kissing at the spot with no hesitation. He doesn’t think Namjoon knew that they were there. In fact, he’s pretty much sure that Namjoon doesn’t know enough about hybrids. But nevertheless, Jimin had felt it. The tremble of his own body, of the omega inside him, once a different scent invaded them. And Namjoon’s scent is indescribable for Jimin. It had felt somehow soft, protective. If he were to put a name to it, he’d say it had been like coffee, sharp but also comforting. It had been so hard to control himself, to not beg to be claimed. His omega had been fighting to take over.  

It had never happened to him before. Sure, before Suho had bought him, he’d only ever lived inside a room that always felt like a cage. And then when the leader took him to his house, he’d only gotten to experience undesired sex and abusive behaviors from him. But his omega feels it, that there’s something in Namjoon that they want.  To keep me alive,  he thinks. But he knows that there’s something deeper, something he doesn’t quite understand. 

What he does know is that he doesn’t think he’ll be able to ever forget it. He can’t stop thinking about it even now that he’s exhausted. He hopes that Namjoon is exactly the same way because it means he’ll come searching for him, he’ll come for more. And that’s what Jimin needs. He’ll survive. He’ll make this Namjoon’s reason to keep him alive. 

_-----.-----_ 

Namjoon tells himself that it’s because Jimin is a hybrid. That it’s because the sex had been different, just having him in his bed had been different. And it’s not just about the slick (which he’s been unable to stop thinking about in the past days) or the fact that it was so good, after so long without any. It feels like it has something to do with how lost he’d been in it; with how much he’d enjoyed it and how he can’t stop thinking about it. 

And he’s frustrated. Because Jimin has done a wonderful job ignoring him. The only time they talked again was the day after they slept together, because they’d gotten a new lead on Suho and he’d gotten together with him, Hoseok and Jin, to talk about it. After that, Jimin hadn’t been coming out of his room much, only to eat. He’s frustrated because he seems so unaffected, he’s acting as if it never happened. Meanwhile, Namjoon can’t get it off his head. 

He’s tried to keep himself busy, with all they’re investigating and all the places they’re going to, since they’re doing their best to bring Suho down. But at the end of the day, when he’s finally in bed, he finds himself restless, wondering what the hybrid might be doing, considering going to his room. It’s a bad idea to even think about it, he knows. But he keeps replaying it all in his mind, how good it had been, how much he’d liked it. How Jimin had felt under his body.  

He does very well keeping it at bay, or so he thinks. He’s in the middle of drinking a glass of water when Jimin suddenly enters the kitchen. The hybrid freezes on his tracks as soon as he sees Namjoon leaning against one of the counters but he continues walking, just a second later. It hits Namjoon that it’s the first time they’re alone since that night happened and it makes his heart flutter with excitement. He pretends to be focused on drinking but when Jimin brushes past him, towards one of the cabinets, he has to force himself to keep his eyes forward, even though he wants to look at him, see calmly what he’s wearing. 

He risks a glance, just when Jimin is getting on his tiptoes to try and get a glass out of a tall cabinet. For a long moment, he drools all over his ass (which is unfortunately covered by his sweatpants) and the white shirt he’s wearing (fuck, it’s the same one he wore that night, he’s sure of it). Then, he takes the chance and moves to stand behind him, noticing how the hybrid tenses upon feeling him there. He easily takes a glass out and places it on the counter, his arm trapping Jimin, his other hand falling on the other side. 

Jimin doesn’t say anything but he doesn’t move away, either. He stays there, frozen in place, not even trying to go for the glass. Namjoon clears his throat and moves away, going back to the place where he’d left his own glass and drinking from it, slowly. This time, he doesn’t even bother looking away from Jimin, as he moves around to serve himself some water. He hadn’t noticed before but now he can’t get his mind away from how the hybrid walks. So similar to a cat, soft, smooth and wary. Namjoon can’t get his eyes off his ass, for fuck’s sake. 

Jimin makes his way to the counter on the other side of the kitchen, in front of Namjoon. As he takes the glass to his lips, he stares into Namjoon’s eyes, in between his eyelashes, face low. It makes Namjoon put his own glass aside, worried that he’ll choke if he tries drinking while Jimin is looking like that. The hybrid’s pink hair is a mess on his head, sticking out towards everywhere. His fluffy ears flicker every few seconds and he even reaches a hand up at a certain moment, threading his fingers through his hair and taking one of his cat ears in between two fingers. He does it for a few seconds and then stops. He doesn’t talk, finishes his glass and then moves to put it in the sink. 

Namjoon closes his eyes when Jimin’s ass is there again and curses himself under his breath. What the fuck is wrong with him? He’s never been so desperate for this, for sex. He’s never desired someone so much that he can’t control himself. It’s making him nervous and bothered. But he also can’t stop. 

Jimin doesn’t even look at him as he starts leaving, having not said a single word to him. It makes Namjoon feel even more frustrated. When Jimin is gone, he clenches his fists. Fuck this shit. He pushes away from the counter, ready to go after Jimin and have his way with him but he stops mid-way, when Jin enters the kitchen and stops on his tracks, so they don’t bump into each other. The older one lifts an eyebrow. 

“What’s with your face?” He asks, moving aside and walking past him to open the fridge. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mutters, going back to the counter and grabbing his glass of water. 

Jin snorts. 

“You look like you want to choke someone,” Jin points out. Namjoon shakes his head but doesn’t have time to reply because Jin keeps talking. “By the way, we’re leaving in twenty. Suho is meeting up with one of his clients today and we have a chance to gather some more information.” 

Namjoon groans internally. He’d been hoping to actually continue with his initial plan and go looking for Jimin. But he clearly won’t be able to. He nods and pretends to not be disappointed. 

“Sounds good.” 

Jin nods and doesn’t seem to notice that Namjoon is having an internal battle with himself. He’s going to go with them and he’s going to come back without feeling a single thing, no pull towards Jimin, no desire to have him again. He’s going to pretend that it never happened and that he’s perfectly fine without it. 

They leave to where Suho’s supposed to meet with his client and they pass the next few hours observing, taking in and then go to a bar to talk about what they’ve managed to collect. It’s nothing important, nothing that can help them a little more but it’s still something that brings them closer, something useful. 

“Maybe we could try talking to Jimin again,” Hoseok says, taking a drink from his beer. “I know there must be things he hasn’t told us yet. He only reveals little by little, probably trying to buy himself more time,” he says. 

Yes, Namjoon knows that. It’s pretty clear that the hybrid had been sub estimated. He’s smart and know a lot more than they’d expected. What matters is that they’d gotten good information and they were coming closer to a solution for the mess that Suho was. 

“Lets do that,” Jin says. “I still wonder why he’s so decided to help us,” he adds. “I mean, I know he could be trying to just stay alive. But I still remember how calm he was when we kidnapped him,” he goes on. 

Namjoon keeps quiet, wondering why it makes him feel uneasy to talk about Jimin. He drinks from his beer silently, listening the back and forth between his best friends. 

“Remember he said that not all owners were worthy of love?” Hoseok butts in, leaning over the table. “I think maybe Suho wasn’t good to him.” 

Namjoon looks across the bar, searching for something that will spike his interest and distract him for a bit. Maybe he could get laid, it must be that. It doesn’t have to be Jimin. It can be anyone else. 

“As in... he hit him?” He hears Hoseok ask. 

“Yes, maybe,” he replies. “Maybe other things, too. Who knows?” He asks. 

Namjoon squints his eyes when he finds a guy look at him, at the other side of the place. He’s drinking from a bottle and he grins upon meeting eyes with Namjoon. The mafia leader looks away, a smile making its way to his lips. He’d forgotten about this, about the thrill of meeting someone random and just going for it. 

The guy leaves the bottle on the bar and moves towards the bathrooms. 

“Just a second,” he says, standing and moving after him. 

As soon as he enters, he wrinkles his nose. It smells inside here and it doesn’t look nice at all. But when his eyes meet the strangers, he finds himself smirking. 

“Hey,” he breathes out, sounding somehow nervous. 

The sound of the music still passes through the walls but it’s easier to hear inside here. He doesn’t bother in responding. He walks all the way to where the guy is pressed against the wall and lets his hands fall on his hips. He lets his own hips come close and presses against him. The other one sighs, head tilting backwards. Namjoon goes for his neck, mouths at the skin. It’s sweaty and for some reason, it doesn’t feel... right. He ignores it, though. He rocks his hips forward, eliciting a moan out of the guy and grins, hand moving downwards, touching his thigh. He lifts him by the knee and the other one wraps his whole leg around Namjoon’s hips. 

It’s then that frustration sips through his chest, making him hate the fact that he’s not getting hard at all and that he can’t stop thinking about how perfect it had been with Jimin, how he’d easily moved him around, how small he was. When the guy suddenly kisses him, Namjoon freezes for a whole second. It comes to him out of the blue and he registers that he and Jimin hadn’t kissed at all when they’d had sex. 

It makes him lean back, wondering why it had been that way. The guy goes for his lips again but Namjoon takes a step back. 

“I have to go,” he mutters. 

The guy frowns. 

“But I thought—” he starts but Namjoon talks again. 

“Sorry.” 

He leaves the bathroom before the guy has a chance to talk and he goes back to where the guys are waiting, a frown on their eyebrows. 

“What the hell was that?” Hoseok asks. 

“Lets go,” he announces, not bothering to answer. 

Jin mutters something under his breath but they stand and follow him, without asking anything else. Namjoon concentrates on the drive back, all the while trying to convince himself of not doing what he has in mind. He shouldn’t. He doesn’t need it. He’s fine. He’s been fine all this time, nothing has changed. But as soon as Jin parks in front of the house, he steps out of the car, ignores their calls and goes straight to his room. 

He stays there for a whole half an hour, waits until he’s sure that both the guys have gone to their rooms. And then he moves out of his own room, not even bothering in trying to hide the fact that he’s desperate. 

He’s so fucking desperate and he hates it so much. 

_-----.-----_ 

Jimin had heard the guys come back. He’d heard Hoseok and Jin talking as they walked down the corridor, he’d heard them talking about Namjoon’s strange attitude. He’d waited sitting on the border of his bed, wondering if Namjoon would actually come for him, finally. He’d been losing hope within the pass of days but after earlier had happened, he’d recovered some of it.  

When there’s a knock on his door, it only takes a second for it to open and close, the lock being secured. He forces himself to remain impassive but stands immediately. He’s still dressed in what he had earlier but he feels somehow exposed. The way Namjoon is looking at him, from the other side of the room, makes his skin tingle and a hot sensation settles in the pit of his stomach. 

Neither of them says anything. They just stare at each other. It’s something they’ve been doing a lot, now that Jimin thinks about it. But what is there to say? Jimin’s been with them for almost two months. Honestly, he’s started to think that he’s safe here, that as long as he stays, he won’t get hurt. Hoseok and JIn have never tried doing anything against him, they’ve even joked around him before. And Namjoon too, hasn’t ever done anything to make him scared of being here. They aren’t like Suho and he has hope that he’ll survive. He has to make sure it’ll be that way. 

He stays quiet because all of that, he’ll never tell Namjoon. He won’t give him something to hurt him with. He doesn’t move when Namjoon stalks forward, long legs covering the distance between them, pretty quickly. Jimin’s heart is pounding in his chest at the perspective of what’s to come. He’s not going to lie, he’s been thinking about it a lot, about being with Namjoon again. 

He’d never known that sex could feel that way, that it could feel good. He’d never known that he could be with someone without it hurting. He’d never known that he could feel safe during it. He never knew he’d find that safe zone with Namjoon, another mafia leader that clearly had plans to kill him. 

He startles when he notices that the taller one is now completely in front of him and looks up, hands hanging by his sides even though he feels the need to reach out and try touching the older one. Namjoon is still yet to say something. He isn’t moving either and it’s making Jimin nervous. There’s a possibility that he’s actually come to kill him and there’s also the possibility of him having come for something else. He hopes it’s the latter. 

He forces himself to stay unmoving, as Namjoon’s hands move and fall onto his shoulders. He lets him touch, tries not to close his eyes when fingertips trace his collarbones, his neck. They brush against his scent glands and he caves, eyes closing finally and body swaying forward. He manages to stay in place, though but he keeps his eyes closed, feeling Namjoon tracing his body with his fingertips. When hands drown under his shirt and touch his skin, he finally stumbles forward, hands moving to Namjoon’s chest, to keep himself steady. 

Namjoon is quick to lean down and kiss his neck, mouthing over his skin. He seems to have some sort of fixation over that part of Jimin and honestly, he’s not complaining. It does wonders to his body, it has his omega begging for more and sure, it’s a bit difficult to control himself but it also feels better than anything he’s felt before. 

His fingers clench Namjoon’s shirt and he pulls at it before he can stop himself, forcing the taller one to stumble forward, this time. Namjoon’s hands find his waist and pull him closer, moving to his back and splaying completely over it. Jimin lets himself be pulled in, moves his hands to Namjoon’s hair when the other one sucks at one of his scent glands. Maybe he knows that they’re there and he’s doing it on purpose. Either way, he whines, the need to beg to be claimed takes over him again. 

He moves backwards quickly, before he does something stupid and he turns them around in time to let Namjoon fall on the bed. He’s fast to straddle him and this time, the human seems to be okay with it, They move until they’re settled in the middle of the bed and then Jimin grinds his ass against the other one’s hips. His heart thumps in his chest when he hears the groan that leaves his lips. He’d never known he could like sounds like that one. 

Namjoon’s hands move back under his shirt and touch his skin, while lifting it over his head. Jimin lets him and lets his own fingers lift Namjoon’s shirt. He trails his hands over his skin, tracing over the few tattoos he has covering his body. He gasps when the mafia leader suddenly moves to a sitting position, Jimin still on his lap. His hands move up his back and drown in his hair. From where he is, he’s a little bit taller than him and his lips part upon having Namjoon’s lips close. 

He can’t let that happen. He wants to, he wants to know how Namjoon’s lips will feel against his, if it’ll be as great as everything else has been. But kissing is risky and something he’s not going to let happen. When Namjoon does lean forward, undoubtfully searching for his lips, he turns his face to a side, just in time for his lips to brush against the corner of his mouth, he closes his eyes, pretends he doesn’t feel disappointed and that he doesn’t want to turn his face back and fully kiss him. 

He gasps when Namjoon’s hand suddenly settles on his half-hard cock and lets his forehead fall on the taller one’s shoulder. He’s vaguely aware that nothing has been said yet and he wonders why it is that neither of them are talking. Jimin lifts his face again, letting it float over Namjoon’s and the other one looks back at him, eyes filled with lust. Jimin had never before liked to know that someone desired him. Namjoon is hard under him and he wants to feel him again, as soon as possible. 

He moves quickly, fumbling with the human’s buttons and curses when he can’t manage. The other one chuckles, the sound vibrating in Jimin’s chest because of how close they are and he’s put to a side, Namjoon himself taking his pants off. Jimin quickly does the same with himself, naked within seconds. He shakes his head when Namjoon starts pushing him onto the bed. 

“Let me straddle you,” he whispers. Namjoon seems to hesitate but when Jimin’s hand finds his cock, his lips part and his eyes close, head tilting backwards. He doesn’t say no and doesn’t stop Jimin as he settles there again, hovering over his cock. He strokes him until he’s fully hard, suddenly conscious about the fact that it’s the first time he touches him like this. 

It takes him a moment to react, his eyes lost in how beautiful Namjoon looks like this. He’s handsome, he’d noticed it since the first second but now, in the vulnerable situation they’re in, he finds his mind letting go, admitting to it. Pleasure looks good on him, too. He takes it slow, sinking down on his cock, slick making it easier. It feels like his omega is trashing and turning, desperate for more.  

Namjoon’s face drowns in his neck and he lets himself fall backwards, his head hitting the pillow. Jimin settles his hands on his abdomen and starts moving, watching how Namjoon’s lips remain open in a silent moan, his eyes screwed shut and his hands clenching Jimin’s thighs tightly. 

“Fuck, Jimin,” he groans, lifting his hips desperately, trying to cause more friction between them. 

It makes Jimin whine, pleasure shooting up his spine and making the world spin for a solid second. They’re both sweating so much that his hands slip and he ends up falling over Namjoon’s chest. It doesn’t seem to bother the older one, since he wastes no time in turning them around, settling in between Jimin’s legs. He thrusts forward and it’s so sudden that the hybrid moans, back arching off the bed. 

“Why do you feel so good, I don’t fucking understand,” he mutters, lips finding Jimin’s scent glands again, right under his jaw. 

It’s a little bit embarrassing how wet Jimin is, maybe even more than he was the first time. But Namjoon doesn’t seem to mind, angling his hips and reaching Jimin’s prostrate just so easily. He whines, nails scratching over Namjoon’s back, all the way down to his lower back. He’s so close already. He wants Namjoon to touch his tail, he wants to know how it will feel. But it also scared him because it would put him in such a vulnerable position. Still, he can’t help that it curls around Namjoon’s waist, as if trying to keep him in place, close. 

When Namjoon stops thrusting and just circles his hips, still pressed against Jimin’s prostrate, he pulls at Namjoon’s hair, desperately wanting to come. 

“Please,” he whines, hips lifting to meet Namjoon’s. 

He whines so deeply when the human stops moving all together, body frozen on top of his. Nothing is said for a moment. Namjoon’s hands stop him from moving his hips and he keeps whining, desperately. There are tears in the corners of his eyes that he hadn’t noticed were forming there. 

“Please, what?” Namjoon asks, slowly. 

His eyes are full of hunger, desire and he seems to be having a hard time breathing. Why isn’t he moving? Why did he stop? 

“Don’t stop,” he whimpers, shaking his head. 

Namjoon groans and then continues moving, this time faster and without any type of coordination whatsoever. Jimin had prevented himself from it, since the very first moment but he just doesn’t manage to stop himself this time, when he comes, his body shakes, teeth grazing over Namjoon’s neck. He doesn’t bite down into his skin but his lips clasp there and suck. 

He hears the human groan before he’s coming too, inside of him. At first, he’s not conscious about it, as he’s coming down from his own orgasm but then, when he feels it trickling in between his thighs and he suddenly understands that there was no condom, he stops moving all together, panic settling on his chest. Who knows who the human has slept with before? What if— 

“You’re tensing up again,” he vaguely hears Namjoon say. There’s the pressure of his body, still over his and it’s oddly comforting. He doesn’t find it in him to talk. Soft hands trail up his sides, again, oddly comforting. “Are you regretting it, now?” He asks. 

Jimin’s eyes find his. 

“Why do you always ask that?” he whispers back. 

Namjoon frowns. 

“I wouldn’t have sex with you if you don’t actually want it,” he replies. 

If you don’t actually want it . He gets to decide. He gets to say if it happens or not. He doesn’t want it to affect him but it does. It makes his heart beat faster and hope turns bigger, almost too intense. He waits for Namjoon to notice what had him tensing up but the older one doesn’t seem to catch up. 

“You’re still tense,” he murmurs, hands still softly moving over his sides. 

“We didn’t—” he starts but finds it strangely difficult to tell him. He’s worried about what this means. He’s worried that it’ll make Namjoon mad. “Protection,” he ends up whispering. 

There’s a moment during which Namjoon just stares at him from above, hands stop moving and expression seems confused. It’s gone in seconds and he shakes his head. 

“I’m clean,” he says. “I got checked up a year ago and after that I haven’t been with anyone,” he explains. “Until you, that is,” he adds. Jimin strangely feels his cheeks flare with embarrassment. He’s glad that Namjoon doesn’t seem mad, though. “Are you clean?” He asks. 

“I — yeah,” he stutters over his words, cheeks heating up even more. 

“You hesitated,” Namjoon says. 

Jimin can’t concentrate enough. There’s Namjoon’s body, still over his. And he’s inside Jimin, still. It makes him think about knotting and he shouldn’t be because this is a human. He’s staying inside of him because he’s focused on the conversation they’re having. 

“I don’t know — I mean, I—” he stumbles with his words, still. 

Namjoon squints his eyes. 

“What has you so nervous?” He asks. “All confident, calm and decided but then you get all worried,” he says. 

Jimin looks away. He’d been hoping he would never have to talk about it but he doesn’t want Namjoon to think that he’s hiding something, he doesn’t want to lose his chance and, he doesn’t want to think about it much but he also doesn’t want this to stop happening. It’s a way out, yes but it also makes him feel different, like he’s desired, not just in the need to own him, make him feel inferior, but in the sense that he’s desired as a lover, as another person, as an equal. 

“You’ve had sex before, right?” He asks, then. Jimin nods, still not looking towards him. He feels Namjoon’s fingers grabbing his chin, firm but somehow gentle. “So, why are you acting like this?” He asks. 

He shifts a little and it turns uncomfortable. Jimin scrunches his nose and hears him ask for a second, before he’s moving away and slipping out of him. He falls to his side but this time, he turns to rest facing him. Jimin has to move his eyes away, again and this time focus on the ceiling. 

“It’s not that I’m worried,” he replies. “Suho always used protection,” he mumbles, hoping that will be the final answer and Namjoon won’t keep asking. 

“I figured,” he mumbles, his voice somehow sounding a bit different. Jimin gulps, his heart beating so fast even though he’s long gone down from his orgasm. There’s a beat of silence before Namjoon is talking again. “So, why did you tense up?” He asks, again. 

Jimin sighs and closes his eyes. 

“Suho,” he mutters. 

He isn’t sure why he’s talking to Namjoon about something personal. He’d promised himself that he wouldn’t get involved emotionally, that he’d fuck his way out of this. He’d enjoy it, anyway, seeing as the mafia leader was different and actually made him feel good. But now he feels exposed and vulnerable. He doesn’t like it. 

“Talking about him makes you tense up?” Namjoon asks. Jimin doesn’t answer. “Did he hurt you?” He asks, then. 

Jimin fumbles to get up, suddenly desperate to leave and forget this conversation. Maybe it was a bad idea, deciding to fuck Namjoon to survive. Maybe he should’ve thought harder, thought of other possibilities. Namjoon’s hand wraps around his forearm and stops him. He gasps, fear taking over him but he’s only put back down on the mattress, Namjoon remains by his side. 

“He used protection, so there’s nothing to worry about,” Namjoon says. 

Jimin doesn’t reply, again. He just waits. He’s not sure what he’s waiting but he does. Namjoon exhales and his breathing slowly goes down until he’s fast asleep. Jimin stares at him, wonders why he hasn’t left even though Jimin left the first night, as soon as it was over. He turns to his side, hopes that he’ll fall asleep too, but it takes him a long while.  

When he wakes up the next morning, Namjoon is gone. 

_-----.-----_ 

It turns into some sort of routine. Namjoon will avoid it as much as possible, will tell himself that he doesn’t need it and then some situation will break his walls and make him cave. By the end of each week, he finds himself back in between Jimin’s legs, taking whatever the hybrid is ok with giving him. It doesn’t take him long to grow accustomed to it, even though he doesn’t notice it at first. 

“So, he’s planning on making a deal with Chanyeol?” Hoseok asks, sliding a hand across his jaw. “Why would he do that if Chanyeol hates his guts? Would probably have him killed in seconds.” 

“Because if there’s something that Chanyeol hates more than Suho, it’s you guys. He wants to propose to them a plan that will get you three killed and therefore, end your gang,” Jimin explains. 

Namjoon knows he’s been a little bit  too  distracted with Jimin’s form, a few steps away. But can he be blamed? Jimin’s pink hair is always a mess on his head, poking out at different directions. His ears flicker every few seconds and there’s his tail, that’s hidden but that Namjoon knows is there, probably trying to move freely. In the weeks that have gone by, he’s inevitably grown to know Jimin. Of course, not everything, but he’s gotten an idea of what his small gestures mean and the little details that one wouldn’t just catch if seen once or twice. 

He knows that Jimin doesn’t really like having his tail hidden but that he doesn’t seem comfortable enough to keep it out when they’re not inside the bedroom. He knows that when Jimin’s cat ears flicker constantly over his head it’s because he’s concentrated in something else, too focused to pay attention to his natural movements. 

“And what about Seungwoo?” Jin asks. “He’s not taking him into consideration.” 

“He tried talking to Seungwoo a few weeks before you guys took me away. But Seungwoo goes lowkey and by his own. He doesn’t trust anyone and specially, he doesn’t trust Suho,” Jimin replies. He always has an answer for their questions. He really does have information that they’ve been able to use and he’d be lying if he said that it hadn’t helped a hell lot. 

“Why doesn’t he trust Suho?” Hoseok asks, then. “I mean, apart from the obvious. He’s too reckless and doesn’t care about anything, if he gets what  he  wants,” he further explains. “Is there another particular reason that Seungwoo doesn’t trust him?” He changes his question a bit. 

Namjoon listens closely, willing himself to stop getting lost in observing the hybrid and imagining that they’re alone again, so he can have his way with him. Jimin nods. His posture is calm and decided, as always. He doesn’t look nervous at all and he doesn’t seem like he’s lying. Not that he has been lying. Everything he’s told them so far has been useful and true. They’ve started trusting him, now that Namjoon thinks about it. At first, they’d done things with hesitation, had tried to investigate about what Jimin told them, before going straight to action. Now, they start moving as soon as they have new information. 

“Suho had a few of his men infiltrate in Seungwoo’s gang, a few years ago. They were spies. He wanted to take him down,” Jimin explains. “But Seungwoo’s men are very loyal and they found out about the spies and told him about it. He didn’t come fighting because I've told you, he likes laying low. But he did refuse to ever talk with Suho and with time, his gang grew and got more strength, so Suho hasn’t been able to try bringing him down, again.” 

“So, they never managed to talk?” Namjoon asks, this time.  

Jimin’s eyes move to him, for the first time since they brought him to the room and he shakes his head. Namjoon wonders if Jimin is maybe remembering all the ways in which they’ve been together since the first time. He himself certainly finds himself thinking about it quite frequently. 

“They did,” he answers. “But it was a trap. Suho wanted to force Seungwoo to work with him but the other one had been ready. So, when Suho tried using his cards, Seungwoo was ready to fight back.” 

Jin snorts. 

“He’s an idiot,” he announces. “No offense,” he adds, shooting Jimin an apologetic look. 

Namjoon nibbles on the inside of his cheek. He’s not the only one that’s been growing accustomed to having Jimin around. They don’t talk about it, nobody mentions it, but it’s there. They’d started having dinner with him, since the last few weeks and they even joked around with him, made him laugh and turned his eyes into small crescent moons that Namjoon wanted to see, more often than not. He’d decided, from the first time he heard and saw Jimin laugh, that it was something he didn’t want to stop seeing. 

“None taken,” Jimin replies. 

Hoseok stands and stretches his arms over his head. 

“Well, that was a nice talk. But now I’m very hungry and in the mood for hamburgers,” he says. 

“Fuck, yes,” Jin mutters, standing too.  

Namjoon sees Jimin shift on his feet, eyes traveling towards him for a brief moment. 

“Same,” he says. “Jimin?” He asks. 

Jimin nods too, a little hesitant. Even though they have been eating together a lot, he always seems a bit off about it. Namjoon understands that and keeps asking because he wants him to know that he’s invited to eat too, that he doesn’t have to stay in his room all day and even eat there, by himself. 

They move to the kitchen and get to preparing the food, Jimin offering his help in the middle of it, claiming he knew how to cook well because he’d been cooking for Suho for a while. Jin had accepted and they were working next to each other, Hoseok talking excitedly about something related to dancing, a hobby he had, that made him very happy. 

“I love dancing, too,” Jimin says, munching on a slice of cheese. 

“Oh, really?” Hoseok asks, excitement taking over him even more intensely. Namjoon almost feels like laughing at the exchange. “We should dance, sometime! I’ve been wanting to dance with someone in a while.” 

Jimin’s body seems to tense up, Namjoon notices from where he’s sitting, over a stool. He squints his eyes, wondering if it’s because of Suho, again. He hadn’t asked Jimin about Suho ever since that second time they’d had sex, understanding that it seemed to be a thing the hybrid didn’t want to even think about. But this is dancing, what could it possibly have to do with Suho?  

“I haven’t danced in a while, sorry,” he mumbles. 

“But we can practice here!” Hoseok exclaims. “I sometimes move aside the furniture in the living room and practice there,” he explains. 

“I’ve probably lost practice, anyway,” Jimin says, voice growing quiet. 

Namjoon stands, taking a few tentative steps forward. Jimin’s cat ears are flat against his head and that’s something that the older one has noticed he does a lot, whenever he seems uncomfortable or just the slightest bit nervous. 

Hoseok pokes Jimin’s waist and the hybrid jumps to the side, dropping the fork he had in his hand. Namjoon is close by, so he picks it up and places it back on the counter. He pats Hoseok’s back, letting him know that it’s not his fault whatever had Jimin reacting that way. When he turns to observe the hybrid, he notices the panic in his eyes, his arms wrapped around himself, protectively. 

“How about we just eat? It’s late and I’m sure Jimin must be tired,” he suggests. 

They all agree and sit in silence, eating up what’s ready. Namjoon keeps sliding his gaze over to Jimin, who doesn’t come too close to them, even though he’s done it before. He seems a little bit lost in thought and it has him wondering what it was about dancing that got him like that. 

When they’re all done eating, Hoseok mumbles a soft apology under his breath, before he leaves. And Jin says goodnight before disappearing into his room. Namjoon watches Jimin wash the dishes, silently and then he follows him, as the hybrid moves towards his room. He steps inside the room and Jimin doesn’t even seem surprised that he’s been followed all the way there. It’s then that he understands that he’s now coming to the hybrid without hesitation. He’s never felt regret about it, but it had always felt thrilling, like something forbidden. Now... it’s just become a part of his day, something to look forward to, a way to keep his mind off of everything stressful going on around them. The thing is, he actually isn’t looking for sex right now. He wants to know about Jimin’s attitude. 

Jimin changes into his usual white shirt, so big that it covers half his thighs. And Namjoon watches him as he falls onto his bed, eyes on the ceiling. He takes his shoes off, followed by his pants and falls next to him. 

“So... dancing?” He asks, after a beat of silence. 

“I don’t want to talk about that,” Jimin is fast to reply. 

“I just want to know—” he tries but Jimin quickly butts in. 

“Namjoon, no.” His words sound final and decided. 

Namjoon nods to himself and doesn’t try to ask again. He focuses on the ceiling, too. He moves a hand under his head and closes his eyes, feeling a bit tired. When the bed moves, he opens his eyes again, catching Jimin in the middle of turning to his side, to face him. He reaches a hand out, tentatively sliding it over Namjoon’s chest. He lets him, eyes drowning in his. 

“Are we not going to...” he trails off. 

“Do you want to?” Namjoon asks. 

Jimin shrugs. 

“We don’t really have to, I’m actually tired,” he says, turning to his side, too. 

“Oh,” Jimin whispers. 

They look at each other for a moment. It’s weird that he’s here when they won’t have sex. He’s not sure of why he even is here, if he doesn’t plan on fucking Jimin. But he’s comfortable already and he finds the idea of staying a lot more appealing than the idea of going back to his room. 

“Do you want to?” Namjoon asks again. 

Jimin doesn’t shrug this time, just keeps looking at him, as he replies. 

“This is fine, if you’re ok with it,” he says, voice low. 

Namjoon nods and slowly lets his eyes close but finds himself opening them again, not much later. 

“Let’s get under the covers,” he suggests. 

They fumble around until they settle under and Namjoon notices they’re close, Jimin’s warm body, just inches away from his. He wonders if it would be weird to just wrap an arm around his waist and bring him all the way to him. It doesn’t have to mean anything. It’s just human worth, people want that sometimes and it really doesn’t have to mean anything. 

He clears his throat and reaches out, as Jimin’s eyes move back to him. The hybrid doesn’t move away, just waits until Namjoon’s fingertips brush against his cheekbones. He keeps looking, as the older one combs his hair backwards. He likes that Jimin’s hair is so soft, so fur-like. He swallows the strange lump that’s suddenly formed in his throat and lets his fingers graze softly over Jimin’s cat ears. It’s the first time he touches them and they both freeze upon the contact. 

He almost expects Jimin to move away, to tell him to leave. But neither of those things happen. If anything, the hybrid’s eyes flutter shut and this strange rumbling sound finds Namjoon’s ears. It takes him a second to understand it’s coming from Jimin’s chest, his hand traveling down there to  feel  it vibrate against his skin. He doesn’t know what it is and Jimin’s cheeks are blushing a deep shade of red. 

“Sorry,” the hybrid mumbles. He starts turning around but Namjoon quickly wraps his fingers around his small wrist, stopping him. 

“What’s that?” He asks in a whisper. 

“It’s nothing—” Jimin begins to say but Namjoon quickly interrupts. 

“What is it, Jimin?” 

Jimin sighs and doesn’t find Namjoon’s eyes. 

“Purring,” he mumbles. 

Namjoon isn’t sure he understands. 

“Purring,” he repeats. 

“Have you never heard a cat purr?” The hybrid asks, almost sounding accusing. 

Namjoon shakes his head. 

“No, I haven’t,” he answers, sincerely. 

Jimin’s eyes find his again. He sighs, body relaxing visibly and Namjoon drops his wrist as the hybrid turns back to be facing him completely, again. 

“It’s not something I can really control. It happens whenever I’m comfortable,” he says, shrugging. 

Huh. So, it’s a content sound? Namjoon wonders what it means and he also wonders why there’s this strange feeling in his chest, upon knowing that Jimin is comfortable with him, that his body does something like that just because he feels that way. He tentatively reaches out again, touching Jimin’s cat ears and within seconds, the hybrid has his eyes closed, head tilted to a side and purrs rumbling in his chest, again. 

His cheeks are still blushing and it clearly embarrasses him that he can’t control it. But it gives Namjoon the excuse he needs and he moves before he can stop himself, arms wrapping around Jimin’s body to bring him closer. He keeps stoking the hybrid’s hair and then his cat ears, shifting in between both of them and he closes his eyes, letting himself be surrounded by the warmth Jimin seems to be radiating. 

Jimin doesn’t say anything, only snuggles closer, letting go of a little sigh. Namjoon finds himself smiling upon feeling the rumbling sensation against his chest. He falls asleep immediately, with the feeling of Jimin’s small fingers fisting the material of his shirt, as if keeping him close. 

_-----.-----_ 

It’s been a little bit over four months and they finally have a plan to take Suho down. But it’s making him feel restless. It’s the excitement of finally managing to get him out of the picture. But deep down, he knows it also has something to do with Jimin. The original plan, beforehand discussed with Hoseok and Jin, was to disappear the hybrid once they’d finished with the plan and managed to kill Suho. Now, though. He doesn’t want that to happen. The mere thought of  disappearing  the hybrid makes his insides hurt. 

He’s gotten so used to having him around, to finishing the week with a good stress reliever, to talking to him post-orgasm, with the excuse that it means nothing, that it’s just because they’re both still hazy after sex. He’s gotten used to seeing his messy, pink hair and his tail, the same color, moving around whenever he’s naked (just in his presence, only ever in his presence). He’s not sure when it had happened but thoughts about pinning him down had turned into thoughts about him staying, after Suho was out of the picture. Thoughts about fucking him had turned into thoughts about lying in bed, just talking. Thoughts about this being just hook-ups had turned into something he prefers to not think about. 

It’s a little scary but he hasn’t exactly been trying to cut it out. He hasn’t stopped searching for Jimin. He hasn’t stopped thinking about him. If anything, he’s only been diving deeper into it, no regrets, whatsoever. He doesn’t know what Jimin thinks about it, though. He doesn’t even know if there’s a chance the hybrid is feeling like this too, like he can’t stay away long enough. Jimin hasn’t been the one to search for him since the first time. After that, it’s just been Namjoon stumbling into his room, desperate to feel him again. He’s not going to lie, he wants Jimin to be the one searching for him but after trying it once, not looking for him and hoping that the hybrid would come looking, he’d ended up caving miserably after two weeks. He’d stayed in the hybrid’s bed, that night and had woken up early morning just to fuck him again. 

He’s not stupid. He knows the only reason Jimin came searching for him in the first place was because he was trying to stay alive, he was trying to get Namjoon involved so that he wouldn’t be killed, once they didn’t need him anymore. But he hopes that It has changed, he hopes that there’s a chance the hybrid has started feeling differently, like it’s not only sex, not anymore. Namjoon isn’t even sure of what he wants, he just knows he doesn’t want to kill Jimin, he doesn’t want him to leave, either, after this is all over. He can think of the rest afterwards, for now, he can only focus on that. 

Hoseok, Jin and Namjoon are leaving for the mission in a few hours. There are a few things left to settle and then they will be gone. After that, they’re supposed to get rid of Jimin. He has yet to talk to his best friends because he has no idea of what he’ll tell them but he hopes that it will go well. They’ve grown to like Jimin, too. Or so he thinks.  

It’s a little enlightening, how fast Namjoon’s perspective of things had changed. How fast he’d found himself overthinking everything he said and wondering about Jimin, worrying about him, lingering around him after they spent the night together, not wanting to let go (because after a few weeks, he’d just started to wrap his arms around him and fall asleep like that, cuddled up together).  

Yes, Namjoon is pretty much fucked up. He doesn’t know how to handle this situation because it’s never happened to him before. But he knows one thing for sure and he’s certain that it’s the only thing that matters: Jimin will be staying with him and if whatever they have going on turns into something more, he’s not going to run away from it. 

“Wanna have a few beers before we leave for the mission?” Jin asks, patting his back. 

Namjoon startles, noticing that he’d been lost in thought. He clears his throat. 

“Actually, I was just planning to stay, maybe rest. I’m a bit tired,” he replies. 

Jin nods. 

“I’ll head out with Hoseok. We’ll come back to settle things and leave,” he says. 

Namjoon nods. 

“See you later.” 

When they’re gone, he feels this strange, tingling sensation in his chest. It’s oddly exciting and it makes him want to smile like an idiot. He ignores it the best he can and decides to go looking for Jimin. It’s been a few nights since he’s had time to go to his room, with everything that they’ve been planning. And he... he  misses  him. 

When he opens the door to his room, he’s surprised to see him jumping up from the border of his bed. There’s a worried expression on his face, lower (and plump, so fucking plump) lip being nibbled in between his teeth. His fingers are intertwined, knuckles almost white. Namjoon looks up into his eyes, closing the door behind himself. 

Jimin blurts out the next couple of words all too suddenly. 

“Are you leaving, already?” He asks. 

Namjoon shakes his head no. 

“I have a few hours. The boys went to have a beer,” he says. 

Jimin nods, eyes remaining on Namjoon’s. There’s a beat of silence before Jimin talks again. 

“Will you kill me?” He asks, taking Namjoon back to the first time they’d seen each other. It feels like that day is miles away and he hates the question, hates the mere mention of the possibility of it happening. 

“We can’t let you go,” he says. He’s hoping, hoping,  hoping . Just hopes that Jimin will agree to what he’s about to say because he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want — 

“Okay,” Jimin whispers, ever so softly. 

His eyes remain on Namjoon’s, even though he seems scared now, for the first time since the older one met him. His eyes look smaller, less intimidating. He seems to curl in on himself, looking so  tiny . 

“We can’t let you go. So, you have to stay here. Or...” he trails off, not capable of saying it. 

Please, just say that you’ll stay. Please. Just, please,  stay. 

“W-what?” Jimin asks in a stutter. 

Namjoon clears his throat, takes a tentative step forward. 

“I’m giving you an option. You can stay here, with us. Be a part of what we have. Or...” he doesn’t continue, again. 

“I’ll stay,” Jimin says, quickly, almost immediately. 

Namjoon sighs in relief before he can stop himself and nods, desperately wanting to run towards the hybrid, hold him in his arms and tell him that he doesn’t know what it is that he’s feeling but he wants more of it, he wants to explore it together and he doesn’t want Jimin to ever leave. He feels like he can’t breathe, his chest hurts and there’s the itchy need to touch him, to... kiss him. 

He’s wanted to do so for a very long time, honestly. Even before noticing the changes that were happening in his body and mind, he’d wanted to kiss the hybrid, discover how his lips felt against his, find out if they were as soft as they seemed. He’d tried but never managed to. Jimin would always turn his face before Namjoon could do it and when he’d asked, the only answer he’d gotten was: ‘no kissing’. He’d been disappointed but hadn’t asked for more because he’d believed he didn’t need it. He only wanted the sex. Then, of course. Now he regrets not asking further and trying to get the hybrid to accept a kiss. 

“Jimin,” Namjoon whispers. 

For some strange reason, it feels like it comes out with too much emotions, with another meaning. It scares him even more but he doesn’t take it back, just waits for Jimin to reply. The hybrid’s green eyes find his once more. 

“Yeah?” He asks, softly. 

Namjoon takes a deep breathe. 

“Can I—” he begins but finds it difficult to continue. He doesn’t know what he wants, he just know that he need Jimin right now. That if he has him, he’ll be just fine. “Can I just—” he tries once more. 

“Come here,” Jimin murmurs, before Namjoon can give it a third try. 

He stalks forward, arms wrapping around Jimin’s waist as soon as he reaches him and he drowns his face in his neck, letting his lips cover the place where he knows now that scent glands are positioned. He’d found himself investigating about Jimin, ever since he started getting his feeling all mixed up. He’d found out about scent glands and where they were, marveling in making Jimin crumple down under him, whenever he paid too much attention on them. He’d found out about heats (something he’d yet to talk about with him but that he wondered if it would come, sometime soon).

Ah, he’s starting to get fidgety. He nibbles on Jimin’s skin, trailing down his neck and finding his collarbones. Jimin’s head tilts backwards, almost completely. And Namjoon keeps his arms tight around his waist so that he doesn’t fall. He sucks at the skin there, desperate to get Jimin’s moans out of him because they sound like honest to God music in his ears. 

“Fuck me,” Jimin mutters, jumping too suddenly and wrapping his legs around Namjoon’s waist. “Fuck me before you go, please,” he begs. 

“Yes,” Namjoon finds himself saying, before he can even meditate it long enough. “Yes, fuck.  Yes ,” he mutters, moving them to the bed. 

They fall in a tangle of limbs, Namjoon in between Jimin’s legs, pressing his hips closer to his. It’s different than any other time. The mafia leader finds himself going slow, taking his time while he disposes Jimin of his clothes, kissing over his skin like he never has before. It’s delicate and gentle, as if he’s worshipping him. And he is, actually. He’s enjoying it, doing something different and that he knows will change things. He’s unsure, because he’s never felt this. But he’s also looking forward to discovering how it is, how it works. 

It’s so slow. He slips inside, watching closely how Jimin’s beautiful body arches off the bed. He kisses his neck and moves to his collarbones; he kisses every part of him that he can reach in this position and he thrusts ever so slowly. It’s a little frustrating, makes him desperate for more, more and more. But it’s also worth it because Jimin keeps moaning, begging for Namjoon to keep going, to never stop.  

When it turns too much and the pleasure is building at an alarming rate, his hips snap forward at an unsteady rhythm, body aching for release. Jimin is the first to come, mumbling nonsense into Namjoon’s ear. And Namjoon follows not too much later, teeth grazing Jimin’s neck, something he’d found out a while ago that made him turn into a complete mess. Jimin trashes and turns under him, fingers pulling at Namjoon’s hair, even though he was already seeming to come down from his orgasm. 

Namjoon slips out and lets himself fall to the side, chest heaving and body still sweating. He notices that Jimin curls into a ball, his eyes closing and it’s not long before he seems to fall asleep. It’s then that Namjoon stands up, moves to the bathroom to get something to clean Jimin up. He does the same with himself and for a second, he just stands close to the bed, staring at the hybrid’s sleeping form. He’s so beautiful. 

The mafia leader looks away. When he comes back. When all of it is over and Suho is gone for good, he’ll try talking to Jimin, he’ll try to tell him the mess his whole mind is. 

_-----.-----_ 

When Jimin woke up, he’d found himself alone, only a few of Namjoon’s men outside, probably staying back to guard the house and him. He’d been waiting for what felt like a whole lifetime. It’s been hours and he’s getting nervous, scared even. 

His plan had come to back stab him. He’d initially been trying to get Namjoon involved, so that he didn’t want to kill him. And he’d managed just that. But in the process, he’d also fallen. Deep. He’s not sure of when it happened but what happened before Namjoon left... it didn’t feel like they were just having sex. His omega had felt it as something else.  He  had felt it as something else. 

He wonders if Namjoon had felt it the very same way. 

He hopes. It’s not about surviving anymore, even though Namjoon already told him that he doesn’t want him gone, that he actually wants him to stay. It’s not about that, his mind isn’t even thinking about it. It’s about having Namjoon, it’s the mere thought of being the reason he’s happy and the reason he’s ok and the reason that he always wants to come home. It’s been too much of a short time but in them, Jimin has felt and experienced a lot more —and better— things than in the year and a few months he spent in Suho’s house. 

He never was happy with Suho. But here, even if it wasn’t that way at first, he’s grown to like the boys. Hoseok and Jin are nice, have never tried hurting him (yes, they’d probably had a plan to kill him, initially but that had changed, or so Jimin hoped) and Namjoon... he can’t stop thinking about him. He’s had this problem since the first time they were together but now it’s so much more intense. 

He’s scared that there’s a possibility they won’t be coming back from their mission. Suho’s gang isn’t bigger than Namjoon’s but he’s much more decided to get what he wants, no matter what he has to do to get it. He’s scared he’ll do something stupid and unexpected and that Namjoon will somehow end up getting hurt. 

He’s sitting next to the window, staring out to wait for them to come back and when he finally sees the cars driving towards the car, parking and people getting off, he searches frantically for Namjoon, heart beating fast with worry. As soon as he spots him, though, relief takes over him and he jumps away from his seat, almost running down the stairs. He waits for the front door to open and when it does, he’s disappointed to not see Namjoon first. 

Jin and Hoseok come inside, the latter limping a little, a hand over his left side. Jimin waits, hoping he’s not too badly hurt. When they notice Jimin standing a little bit far away, they wave at him. 

“Hey, Jiminie,” Hoseok says, smiling a little. 

Jimin takes a few steps closer. 

“Are you hurt?” He asks. 

Jin snorts and Hoseok sends him a warning glare. 

“This idiot almost got shot,” Jin mutters. “I told you to fucking move away,” he hisses, now directed towards Hoseok. “The bullet almost hit him but it ended up brushing his side. There was a lot of blood, though,” he explains. 

Hoseok scrunches his nose, holding himself up with the help of Jin, the older one’s arm around his waist. 

“In my defense, I didn’t see where he came from,” Hoseok mumbles. 

He takes a step forward but he stumbles, almost falling. Jimin jumps forward, scared he’ll fall but stops in the middle of it when he notices just how intensely the other one smells like Namjoon. Normally, they don’t smell that much of him. There’s a faint scent lingering, because of the time they spend close to each other but this makes Jimin’s omega feel like the mafia leader had been wrapped around Hoseok for  hours . Maybe it bothers him because the last time they were together, the older one had grazed his teeth over the skin of his neck, a little bit harder than he ever had. And that had made his omega feel like he was being claimed. And a claimed omega hates, absolutely  despises   smelling their mate’s scent on someone other than themselves. 

He can’t stop himself from hissing, a rumble forming in the back of his throat, not a purring sound but a threatening sound. He takes a few steps forward, almost growling at Hoseok. The other one has an eyebrow lifted, Jin has his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.  

“Jimin?” Hoseok asks, frowning now. 

Jimin scrunches his nose as he comes closer, Namjoon’s scent more prominent within every step he takes. He hates it. He hates it so much. Only he can scent Namjoon, nobody else. He wants to show them that only he gets to do that, that Namjoon is his. That he— 

“ Jimin ,” Namjoon’s voice makes its way to his ears and he snaps back to reality, completely confused as to what just fucking happened. 

He’d never been like this; he’d never acted like this. The possessiveness in his posture and the growling make him feel vulnerable and exposed. He’s embarrassed, cheeks turning a deep shade of red. He takes a few steps back, Namjoon’s body coming closer to his. He vaguely hears Hoseok mutter something under his breath but he honestly can’t get his mind off Namjoon, now that he’s so close and just there. Alive. His omega is extremely happy and he himself is relieved that he made it back okay. 

Namjoon doesn’t talk, just gestures towards the stairs and starts moving. Jimin follows quickly, his omega wanting to jump the older one but he tries to stay calm, not give in to it so easily. As soon as the door of his room closes behind Namjoon, he finds himself being crowded against the door, Namjoon’s hands next to his body, keeping him caged in. 

“What was that about?” He asks, voice low. 

He’s so close and Jimin wants to feel his body against his own. He wants to scent him and his omega still feels like showing who the older one belongs too. He wants to scent him so badly, make him smell just like him and only him. He tries not to think about the fact that Namjoon himself also smells like Hoseok and just shakes his head. 

“Suho?” He asks. 

Namjoon squints his eyes. 

“Dead.” 

Jimin nods, relief flooding over him. He’s glad that it’s over, that there’s no threat left and that now he can live without worrying about the other mafia leader finding him and trying to hurt him again. 

“Why were you growling at Hoseok?” Namjoon asks, his question more direct, this time. 

Jimin shakes his head again. But Namjoon leans forward so suddenly that he jumps, eyes opening widely. The older one’s nose brushes against his and face is so close and his lips are there. He’s thought about kissing him, for a while now. But he’d stopped himself so many times because he didn’t feel ready for it, he didn’t feel like he could do it. Now, though. Now he really wants to kiss him. 

“Tell me,” Namjoon whispers, tilting his head to the side, his lips falling to Jimin’s scent glands, right under his jaw. 

He gasps, eyes fluttering shut, baring his neck because he just can’t help it. 

“He smelled like you,” he whispers. 

The words leave his lips because he has no time to keep them in and because the strange authority in Namjoon’s voice had forced his omega to submission. He hears —and feels— Namjoon hum against his skin, his tongue darting out to lick at his scent gland. He whimpers, hands finally moving to drown in the older one’s hair. 

“I missed you,” Namjoon blurts out, still against his skin. 

Oh, God. 

“I missed you, too,” he quickly whispers, silently praying for Namjoon to never stop mouthing at his scent gland, loving the way the older one’s scent surrounds him, drowns him in a hazy cloud. 

“He must have smelled like me because I hugged him,” Namjoon starts explaining, softly. His voice barely heard as it comes out in a whisper. “He could’ve died and it scared me.” Jimin just nods, doesn’t care anymore because Namjoon is there, with him. Nobody else. “You were jealous.” 

There’s humor in the older one’s voice and it makes him shift in his place, feeling embarrassed. But Namjoon’s hands drown under his shirt and he gasps, falling forward, wanting more. His touch is delicate but also full of intent. His lips trail upwards, to his jaw, they leave gentle kisses there, move to his cheek. Then he goes to the other side, does the same thing. He kisses Jimin’s cheekbones, his temples. And then the furrow that had formed in between his eyebrows. He kisses down the bridge of his nose and then the end of it. And when his lips hover over Jimin’s, the hybrid already knows that he’s going to let him kiss him. 

Namjoon’s eyes find his, briefly, silently asking permission. And Jimin just pulls softly at his hair, eyes closing. As soon as Namjoon’s lips touch his, the world stops spinning and everything just freezes in place. His heart goes crazy in his chest and his omega seems to be wanting to crawl out of his skin and claim the older one, once and for all. He keeps himself from doing so and just kisses him back, jumping to wrap his legs around Namjoon’s waist. 

It’s the first time he’s kissing someone he actually wants to kiss, the first time he feels closer to someone in a way that he’s never felt before. Sure, sex can be intimate, even if it’s just that, sex and no feelings. But  kissing , kissing means something different for him. It holds a deeper meaning, it feels like he’s giving a part of himself to Namjoon, for him to use as he desires. 

His hands comb Namjoon’s hair backwards, the older one’s hands sliding up his back, hot skin against his. He sighs, lips parting to let him in, Namjoon takes his time, pushing Jimin against the wall, tongue darting out to slowly trace his lower lip, before finally slipping inside his mouth. It turns desperate pretty quickly, Jimin eager to kiss more, to feel more. And Namjoon doesn’t seem too far behind. 

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while,” he mumbles, breaking apart just briefly, not even letting Jimin reply. 

Namjoon’s lips are plump and so kissable, he hadn’t ever noticed. They move perfectly against his and make him feel like the world is on fire. He never wants it to stop. 

“Bed,” he murmurs, sliding one of his hands inside Namjoon’s shirt, his fingertips trailing over the skin of his neck, towards his back. Namjoon sighs, quickly moving towards the bed. “I’ve wanted to kiss you, too,” he replies. “Want to scent you. Want you to be mine,” he whispers, pulling at Namjoon’s hair to get him to lift his face completely towards his. 

“I don’t have scent glands,” Namjoon murmurs, in between Jimin’s sudden pecks. 

“You’ll smell like me, anyway,” Jimin quickly replies. He kisses all over Namjoon’s face, before the older one is sitting on the border of the bed, with him straddling his lap. 

“Okay,” he whispers, before he’s moving to settle on his back, in the center of the bed. 

Jimin is fast to proceed with what he wants. Honestly, he lets his omega free, lets him take over of the situation. He lets his cheek press against Namjoon’s, body draped almost completely over the older one’s. He brushes it against his, nosing under the mafia leader’s ear, sliding downwards, over his neck. He takes his shirt off when he’s finished with all the exposed skin and moves on to Namjoon’s chest. It’s not as effective as he wishes it was, because he, indeed, doesn’t have scent glands. But he still smells a lot like Jimin and it’s enough for the hybrid. 

He goes back to kissing Namjoon but doesn’t linger too much, moving downwards to fumble with the buttons of his jeans. Within seconds, he’s sliding them downwards, moving for his boxer briefs. In a blink of an eye, he finds himself pinned down under Namjoon’s body, the older one now undressing him, quickly. He doesn’t resist, just helps him take everything off. 

One of Namjoon’s hands falls to his hip, the other one guiding himself to his entrance but he stops, managing to make Jimin whine. 

“ Please ,” he whispers, drowning his nails in Namjoon’s back, to try and bring him closer, to try and get him to keep going. 

“I want to know more about you, Jimin,” he blurts out, then. Jimin’s eyes snap open, finding Namjoon’s. He blinks, surprised at the suddenness of it all. He knows what that means for them. He knows that it means that he wants more out of whatever this began as. He gulps, hands cupping Namjoon’s cheeks. “Will you let me know more about you?” He asks. 

There’s a nervous tone to his voice and hesitance but his eyes seem so sure and decided. Jimin nods. 

“I want that too,” he whispers. 

Namjoon nods back.  Okay , is the last thing he says, before he’s leaning down to kiss him again, finally slipping inside of him, Jimin’s back arches off the bed and he moans, letting his face drown in Namjoon’s neck. 

It’s fast but somehow still manages to feel like they’re making love. Namjoon never stops moving, eyes drowned in Jimin’s, hips pushing against his with such force that the bed seems to bump into the wall with every one of his thrusts. Pleasure takes over Jimin’s body quickly, makes his head spin and makes him want more. He bares his neck for Namjoon, in the middle of it but of course, the human doesn’t exactly know that it means he wants to be claimed, he wants to be his, forever. And it’s better that way. They still have a lot to go over, they have a lot to discover about each other and there’re still a few things they must talk about. 

Jimin must come clean about his past with Suho, something he expects Namjoon to want to know, probably will be the first thing he’ll want to hear about. And it’s okay. Jimin wants to give him whatever he wants. 

Namjoon stops thrusting, all too suddenly and Jimin whimpers. 

“Don’t stop,” he begs, sliding his hands down to Namjoon’s ass, to push him against his hips. 

Namjoon follows, groaning deep inside his throat but then he stops again, offers more resistance. 

“Are you trying to survive?” He asks, out of the blue. 

Jimin’s eyebrows furrow because why the fuck is he asking that when he was so fucking close to his orgasm? 

“Namjoon,” he whines, pouting in an exaggerating manner. 

“I know why you began this, in the first place.” Namjoon says. “So, are you?” The human asks, his eyes never leaving Jimin’s. 

“I’m not trying to survive,” he whispers. “I mean, I was. But not anymore," he assures. “I want this to be more than what it’s been. I know it didn’t start off in the best way but I feel safe with you, I want to stay with you.” 

Namjoon nods, a second later. He whispers something that sounds like  ‘I want all of that too’  and then he’s moving again, this time faster and a little more like he’s desperate. He groans and hides his face in Jimin’s neck, kissing his scent glands in the process. It invades Jimin, pushes him over the edge. 

He comes in a whimpering mess, Namjoon following only seconds later, still hiding his face in his neck, still wrapped completely around him. Nothing else is said as they come down from their highs. They just hold each other tight, breaths mingling with each other, as they move to lie side by side. They fall asleep like that, in a tangle of arms and legs, content smiles on their lips. 

Jimin thinks that there’s never been a moment in his life during which he’s been happier than this. Namjoon’s smile shows him he feels the exact same way.