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Maybe I'm the same as all those men
Writing songs of all they're dreaming
Life on a secluded beach in Northern Japan is bound to be lonely. Namjoon knew exactly what he was signing up for when he made the decision to run the hell away from his life in Korea, leaving behind everything he’d ever known. He packed all his shit into a few bags, bought a ticket to Kyoto, and never looked back.
He’d always had this impatience under his skin, clawing at him and begging him to start over. Tired of being unsatisfied. He spent too much of his life trying to quell it. So when he left, he couldn’t find it in himself to say goodbye to anyone, leaving them to wonder where he’d gone.
It took a bit of effort and a small fortune, but he eventually moved into a small house on the beach. It had two rooms, a bathroom, kitchen, living room, and a porch that gave him wonderful views of the sunset. Everything he could ever ask for.
It was much more peaceful here than in Seoul, that’s for sure. Less suffocating. No traffic, not that many people. The closest neighbors he had were a mile away, the tiny fishing town farther up the beach where he usually got his food and other essentials from. He also fished on his own, even if he didn’t enjoy seafood. It’s something he had to get used to, really.
Friends were… scarce. Most of them were in Korea, like Yoongi. Yoongi was the only person Namjoon contacted after leaving, and had been here to visit only a month ago and promised to return in another few months, but Namjoon didn’t know how much longer he could last with this ache inside his chest.
At least he had the sea to keep him company.
Oh, the sea was beautiful. Namjoon thinks it speaks to him, sometimes. Some mornings he finds that the call of the ocean is strong, and imagines what it’d be like to keep walking into those crystal blue depths. Deeper and deeper until he disappears. He would go without a word, silent, willing.
Those mornings come after particularly bad nights. But he manages to hold off on the urge the best he can.
He’s sitting at his porch, admiring the pink and orange sky and the sun halfway down the horizon. The waves lap gently at the sandy shore. Namjoon feels oddly content, relishing the quiet.
Then he hears a few loud splashes.
In the distance, he sees something wash ashore. It looks like something got caught in a fisherman’s net! Oh, poor thing. The thought of a sea animal dying due to the negligence of humans tugs at his heartstrings.
Namjoon rushes over to the creature with a tiny pocket knife to cut through the net. It should be quick and simple. Free it from the net and carry it off to the sea, He thinks to himself.
But as he walks closer, he notices something weird. There’s a colorful fishtail, but-- a human torso? Did a fisherman get trapped in his own net?
He furrows his eyebrows and kneels down, gently cutting through the thick net and being careful not to accidentally injure the person inside. “Hey,” he calls out as he makes quick work of it. “How’d you get trapped in your own net, sir?”
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Jungkook was one of the few mermen that consistently migrated all around the world. Mostly because his family was pretty much completely gone, but also because he was just curious. Curious of what other creatures there were, plants or fish, whatever it was. The thought of discovering something new was just way more exciting than being stuck in one single place and away from the unknown.
Most mermaids had long migrated to the deepest depths of the oceans, or to the most secluded parts unable to be touched by civilization. But Jungkook was too stubborn to be content with living a safe life in exchange for missing out on what the world had to offer.
There were a few rules he had to abide by for his own safety. First, he had to respect all creatures. Second, never trash the ocean or cause any purposeful harm. The third was the most important though: Never stray close enough to land, lest he get caught by humans.
As he was taught, humans were mean. They're the ones that harmed all the fishies, the ones that make their place less bright and colorful. And Jungkook hated meanies! Especially the ones that hurt his friends, and all sea creatures are friends. They're amazing company, he could never forgive anyone that hurt the ones he loved!
So even if curiosity ate him up constantly to know about humans, Koo wasn't stupid enough to trust them easily. They would have to be really nice and handsome and smart if they were to get his trust, whoever it was. Otherwise, he would not let them even look at his pretty tail.
.
Today just happened to be one of the days Jungkook would be moving to his next location. Normally, he would stay in the same place for a day or two before moving, and this time it was no different.
There wasn't anything to pack up or to take with him, so it was just a matter of swimming enough and admiring the change of scenery along the way, of course, avoiding boats as well. They were too dangerous to get close to and they didn't look nice. To Jungkook, they were like these big, loud giant squids made out of metal, but much larger and definitely not as nice as the ones he was friends with.
If he had been paying just a little more attention, if he hadn’t gotten so distracted by the colorful coral forest in the distance, then maybe he would’ve noticed the fishing net that was floating towards him.
Everything happens quickly. One second he was contemplating on whether to explore the coral forest, and the next second he was panicking, struggling to get out of some type of trap that had his entire body constricted. He couldn't move an inch-- tail stuck and aching and arms already having red marks slowly spreading all over his skin from how he struggled. And yet, the more he squirmed, the more he got tangled in the net.
Giving up was the only option. Koo couldn't do anything but sob and hope one of his friends would save him, otherwise, he'd get killed or die from starvation. There were so many places he wanted to visit and now he was stuck!
.
It only got worse when he got washed up on a beach, because now he would dry out. Calling out for help would be too risky, and he definitely didn't want anyone seeing him like this, it was just downright humiliating.
Before he could start panicking, a kind human approached him and... started cutting the trap, asking weird questions he was unable to respond to. Jungkook's eyesight was slightly blurry from being out of the water, hungry and tired. He couldn't really tell how this human looked like, but they must be the prettiest with a voice so honey-like, and kindness that was uncharacteristic of most humans.
Jungkook finally gets the courage to speak. "N-not mine. It... fell…” The mermaid falters a bit as he struggles to find the correct words. He was out of practice when it came to human-speak, after all. “Fell on me. Was swimming. I-I can't get out.. "
Namjoon lets out a gentle laugh. “Ah, okay. I see. Well, at least you caught a fish, right? I’ll get you out of here soon.”
The net itself is made out of sturdy material, so he struggles a bit with cutting it open. Once all the threads get cut, he pulls them away from the person’s body. “There we go! You-” His happy mood quickly morphs into confusion-- because there was definitely a fish, but why was it connected to the person? Why was the person naked from the waist up? He blinks once, twice, as if he thought he was simply seeing things. But he did have his contact lenses in, he’d put them on before coming out.
He stands there, staring at the creature as the sky slowly begins to dim. Then, it finally hits him. “Holy fuck.”
A mermaid. Oh fuck , he’d just encountered a fucking mermaid. Was this real? He stumbles back and ends up landing flat on his ass, still in shock.
But his eyes weren’t deceiving him. That was most definitely a mermaid. The creature had beautiful scales, elegant, shimmering, fiery reds and golds, spiraling from its waist down to the end of its tail. Beautiful. Namjoon feels almost lightheaded.
He doesn’t fail to notice the nasty gash on the side of its tail too. It looked absolutely painful, if the blue… blood was anything to go by. Namjoon knew basic first aid, but did the creature need it in the first place? It was getting darker and darker and he was having trouble deciding what to do.
“You’re hurt,” Namjoon says cautiously, trying to make himself seem as harmless as possible, approaching the creature slowly. “Do you-- do you need help? I could help you. Only if you need it. If not, I’ll just carry you out to sea again.”
To say Jungkook was close to bursting into actual tears was the understatement of the century. Of course the human would be freaked out as soon as he realized - Mermaids weren't supposed to be real to them. They're ‘mythical’ creatures.
He had no way of escaping from this terrifying situation, though. As much as he wanted to just disappear in the sea right now, he couldn't. Not when this situation was so, so ridiculously messy, god knows what this human would do as soon as he ran away. Because Jungkook was a freak in his eyes and everything was just going downhill at this point, really.
But the stranger didn't do any of the nefarious things Jungkook had thought he would. Despite the dazed expression on his face, he didn't scream or call him disgusting, nor did he run away. Just stared with something akin to wonder, perhaps a bit of confusion. And only when the kind human pointed out the wound on his tail that he actually realized how badly it hurt. His pretty scales were completely ruined by blood and that did nothing to help the anxiety bubbling inside of him.
Trying his best to stay calm, Jungkook just looked up with teary eyes, not exactly afraid of this gorgeous human, but cautious. Sure, he had been nothing but kind, but it didn't mean he couldn't hurt Jungkook.
Getting dropped in the ocean again would just make him an easy prey for fishermen to find him, unable to properly swim and escape. So, again, he only had one option that would possibly lead to his survival. "H-Help. 't hurts- 'lease?" Jungkook whimpers, finding it difficult to speak clearly with the fear bubbling in his chest.
Namjoon swallows thickly. He’s not exactly sure how he’s going to take care of a mermaid, or if his first aid kit would even be able to help the wound in any way, but it’s worth a try. “Okay, I’ll help you.” He scoops the mermaid up into his arms bridal style, getting his shirt and pants wet, but that’s really the least of his worries now.
The sun continues to set, and Namjoon walks into his house, leaving the remnants of the net behind. He quietly apologizes to the ocean for littering. Hopefully it'll understand.
Jungkook wasn't sure why his heart skipped a beat when the human picked him up, gently taking him away from any type of potential threats. It just made his tummy feel warm and like happiness. It felt good, so it probably was a good thing. Maybe it was just the human's magic! Did humans have magic? Jungkook wasn’t too sure.
Namjoon makes his way to his bathroom, gently pushing the door open and setting the mermaid into his bathtub. He’s not sure if it’s possible for the creature to dry out, but he doesn’t wanna take any chances. So, he turns his faucet on and makes sure to adjust the temperature so it wouldn’t be too cold. He’ll plug the drain after he rinses the wound. Then, he reaches for his first aid kit underneath the sink and opens it, setting it down on the edge.
“I’m going to clean your wound now, okay?” And with that, he carefully splashes water onto the bleeding wound, watching almost dazedly as blue-tinted water washes down the drain. He’s still in disbelief that any of this is actually happening. He then pulls the tail up a bit so he can put some disinfectant on it. “This might sting a little,” He warns softly. With a cotton ball soaked with alcohol, he dabs around the wound.
Although Jungkook felt a bit odd being in a small, confined space with little water, it was enough to keep his scales wet and clean, even if the water was rid of any life or that salty scent he was used to. But it wasn't pleasant when the stranger started taking care of the wound on his tail. The pain was agonizing.
Wanting to not look weak, Jungkook looked away all the while, nails digging crescents on his soft hands. Jungkook is strong, he doesn't cry. It doesn't hurt that bad anyways, he was just testing how soft the human was for him; or at least that's what he tried to convince himself of.
Namjoon had noticed how the mermaid looked away with teary eyes. The wound doesn’t look so bad now that he’d cleaned up most of the blood, but he imagines that it’s still painful anyway. He wishes he had a way to comfort the poor thing. He had to focus on cleaning it up though.
He tries to press waterproof gauze on top of the wound after it stops bleeding but it refuses to stick to the scales. Eventually he gives up, figuring it’ll heal on its own. Fish don’t scar, right? He plugs the drain so the water could fill up the tub properly. He distantly thinks about perhaps doing a google search to see how he could help the little thing-- but then he realizes there may not be as much information about a literal mythical creature. Christ, he’d been so distracted by the mermaid being hurt that he forgot about the fact that they weren’t even supposed to be real until he’d seen it with his own eyes.
When the cleaning was finally over, the pain in Jungkook’s tail subsided slowly. At least it wasn't a big ouchie anymore, the water would help cure the remainder of. He is a creature of water after all. "Th-Than' you. " Koo stuttered out, not sure how to speak the language properly at all. " You. Name? "
Once the water fills the tub up, Namjoon turns the faucet off. The mermaid’s stutter is far more endearing than it had any right to be. “My name?” It seems that it doesn’t know how to speak properly, but can understand well enough. “I’m Namjoon.” He says kindly. “What’s yours?”
Jungkook smiles brightly. Namjoon. Namjoon is such a pretty name. It fits the human so well, for some reason - The sweet dimples he had shown earlier with the kindest smile and with the gentlest hands taking care of him. Namjoon was just perfect.
" Nam- Namjoo-n. " Jungkook attempts to speak, flushing in embarrassment. Speaking was hard when all you do in the ocean is stay quiet and travel, only smiling once in a while, okay? Plus, Namjoon wasn't mean to him so far. He wouldn't be mean about that!
Though, Koo had forgotten to respond. Right, his own name! He has a name. It's hard to say, but maybe if he tries hard enough, it will work just fine. " Ju-Jungoo. " His voice came out weak as he fucked up, feeling like crying all of a sudden. " Jungkoo- 's har-d. " Looking at Namjoon pitifully, Jungkook continuously attempted to say his own name, eventually giving up with a pout. " S-Sor-y. Very bad. "
The human stays patient as the mermaid stutters out his name. It was so much more endearing than it had any right to be, listening to the little creature struggle to introduce itself. The little pout wasn’t helping at all, either. “Jungkook?” Namjoon says. A Korean name? A Korean mermaid in Japan... He chuckles under his breath. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Jungkook. Don’t apologize at all, you’re doing fine.” It was just his luck that he’d gotten to meet a mermaid who he could sort of communicate with.
His eyes trail down to Jungkook’s tail, admiring how pretty it looked, how the scales shimmered so beautifully under the bathroom lights. “I’m not sure how long it’ll take for that to heal, but I’ll take care of you until it does.” It’s not like it had much of a choice anyway.
Just as he’s about to continue speaking, his stomach rumbles, reminding him that it was time for dinner. “Are you hungry?” He asks. “Um. I don’t know what you eat, but, I have fish? Do you like it co-- ah, stupid Namjoon, of course he wouldn’t cook anything, they’re underwater--” He mumbles to himself, face palming.
Jungkook beamed at the human's kind words, nodding along. He'd have to get better at talking if he wanted to tell Namjoon how he was absolutely gorgeous and that he didn't mind staying for a while. This felt way less lonely than the ocean and it just made him so happy to just.. Be there. Having someone talk to him.
It seemed Joon wanted to give him fish that was cooked. Honestly, fish tasted nice, but sometimes seaweed was what he had to eat in the ocean. That is, if the humans hadn't already contaminated the plants. Often they would end up being really, really bad for his body, especially if he made the mistake of eating things that grew too close to land. "Fish..." Koo murmured to himself, tilting his head. Humans had their own food aswell, right? He wanted to eat with Joonie as well, wanted to try things the human liked to eat. Namjoon wouldn't mind it, would he? Now he had to try to communicate that, somehow.
With his brows furrowed, Jungkook pointed to himself and Joonie, biting his lips as he tried to remember the proper words. " Us... Us eat, tog- togethur? " He attempted, frowning and hoping his caretaker understood.
Namjoon feels his heart twist with fondness. God, Jungkook was already so endearing, he would most definitely get attached to him quicker than he expected. “If you want to, of course we can.” He’s not sure about how hygienic it’d be… But it’ll be fine. It’s not like he could say no to that face, anyway. He gets up from where he’s kneeling on the floor. “I’ll go get us something to eat, alright? I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” He winces right after he says that last sentence. Of course Jungkook wouldn’t be going anywhere.
With that, he turns to go to his kitchen. Thankfully he’d bought some premade meals, cup noodles, and some fish earlier today when he went to the market. He’d give Jungkook the fish. He makes himself cup noodles and carefully places the fish on a plate, along with a fork, then brings both of them to his bathroom, where the mermaid was waiting.
“Here you go.” He sets the plate down on the edge of the tub. Now that he thinks about it, he probably shouldn’t have bothered with the plate and fork, since Jungkook would probably eat with his hands. But better safe than sorry, right? He sits down on the floor again, thankful that he cleaned regularly and that it wasn’t dirty. He’s not sure why the mermaid wants to eat with him-- but perhaps it could have something to do with clinging to any sort of familiarity in a foreign environment. He lifts his cup noodles to show to Jungkook. “This is what I’m going to eat.” He carefully opened the cup, which had steaming hot water in it, cooking the noodles. “These are noodles,” He explains, using his chopsticks to lift them out of the broth.
Jungkook stared at the silverware, confused. He was aware of plates, but not the weird trident thing or the.. Anyway, it was weird, but he might as well just ignore it. Human things tended to be unnecessary and stupid, he had his own hands, why would he use that to eat?
Though, the sticks used to eat 'noodles' seemed to make more sense than the weird thingies Namjoon gave to him. These noodles smelled pretty good as well! They looked like a thinner, paler version of seaweeds. And a bit thicker too. Looked like they tasted way better than those plants, maybe Namjoon would let him try it out some other time.
" T-T’ank you. I happy. " He beamed towards the other male, unable to properly express how he felt due to the limited vocabulary. He hoped Joonie would understand that he wasn't really good at it, but still trying very hard.
Namjoon starts eating his noodles. He’s been living off these for a while, and Yoongi would probably have his head if he found out he’d given fish to someone else and resorted to eating pre-packaged shit instead of making something actually nutritious. But Yoongi wasn’t here, and he wasn’t about to let Jungkook starve or give him anything human-made. His attempt at expressing his emotions was cute. He was obviously a bright little thing-- because, really, what need was there for a sea creature to know how to speak to humans? Yet here Jungkook was, not perfect, but being coherent enough for Namjoon to piece together what he was trying to say.
Biting onto the fish, Jungkook quickly realized the flavour was very.. Different from what he was used to. Not bad, but certainly not the best he had either. Probably side effects from humans being huge fuck ups to the enviroment. But he appreciated that Namjoon had given him something to eat. " Nam-Namjoo..n kind. Jungoo... Like you. "
“You like me?” Namjoon asks curiously, not sure if he’d misheard or not. Jungkook was so precious. It definitely wouldn’t be good for his health to get attached this quickly, yet here he was, almost dreading the moment Jungkook would be fully healed enough to leave him behind. The thought of it already has his gut twisting unpleasantly.
There’s no need for him to think about that now, though. For now he can enjoy what time he has with the creature. “I like you as well.” He sends Jungkook another smile. “I hope that fish is good enough. If not-- I could go buy you different kinds of fish and see what you like best. Anyway-- how old are you?” He wouldn’t be surprised if Jungkook actually ended up being hundreds of years older than him. Who knows how long mermaids could live?
Jungkook beamed, glad that Namjoonie understood what he meant. He nodded his head in agreement. Yeah, he liked his Joonie! He was his favouritest human in the entire world. He shouldn't be this happy with someone he was supposed to fear, but those thoughts were brushed away when Joonie said that he fancied him as well. Good.
Though, the question about his age did catch Koo off guard. Mermaids didn't have the same counting system as humans had, instead, they counted days old, not years. Luckily, he did manage to learn how the year system worked, trying to remember the pronunciation of the numbers. " Two.. Two.. T-Twenty two. " Jungkook holds up two fingers with each hand.
Namjoon seemed to be older and wiser than him, so Jungkook definitely would respect that. Mermaids did have a hierarchy system, albeit a bit different, but respecting elders was very important to them too. Especially the royals, they existed even if most didn't care about the prince or whatever the hell went on.
" Namjoo- " He attempted, voice cracking in embarrassment at not being able to pronounce the human's name properly. It's fine, just keep going, Jungkook told himself. Just a bit more confident. " You. More old than Koo? "
Twenty two? Namjoon had expected Jungkook to be older, but it made sense that he’d be a few years younger. The innocence in those sparkly eyes couldn’t have come from anyone older. He continues eating, listening as Jungkook attempts to speak more coherently. Even his little voice crack was cute, Namjoon couldn’t help the grin that tugged at his face. “Yes, I’m older than you. I’m twenty five.” He felt a little self conscious about his age, even if twenty five was relatively young. He was five years away from being thirty, after all. And here he was, wasting his youth in seclusion. He immediately shakes the thoughts from his head, not wanting to get into that mindset tonight. After all, he had another creature to worry about.
Jungkook knowing numbers just made Namjoon even more fascinated. Perhaps he could teach Jungkook how to read and count, or maybe write, during his stay. There were a lot of possibilities. The mermaid seemed to be a knowledge sponge, and would soak up any bit of information he was given. A smart little thing.
Soon enough, he finishes his cup noodles and throws it in the bin with his chopsticks. He looks at the time on his watch, belatedly realizing that he was meant to meet up with someone in the nearby market for a bonsai.
The realization makes him jump in his spot. “Shit,” He curses. Eyes flickering between his watch and Jungkook, he knows he has to make a decision. Surely Jungkook wouldn’t get hurt if he was left alone for twenty minutes, right? “Kookie, I have to go somewhere to get something very important.” The nickname for the mermaid slips out of his mouth almost effortlessly. “Do you mind staying here for a little bit? I promise I’ll come back to get you after. I just-- it’s really important.” Not all that important, but it did cost him six thousand yen.
Jungkook's mouth formed a pout as Namjoon stood up hurriedly, before being able to form a sentence to question what was wrong, the human was already leaving him alone. The nickname left him red at the cheeks, not used to such loving terms, but if his Joonie hyung wanfed.. Well, he wouldn't complain.
" 'tay safe.. " He mumbled, leaning on the bathtub as he watched his favorite human go. Koo shouldn't be upset, but what if he really, really needed to hold hands with Joonie and get pat on the head? Be told he is a good boy? It was a necessity. This was so mean. It made him.. Strangely uncomfortable to be alone.
The discomfort made Koo shift on the bathtub, tail knocking against the flimsy drain plug’s chain, subsequently pulling it out. but he didn't even feel or notice it. That was, until he realized the water was going down, slowly drying out like it was evaporating. And that was when his heartbeat went haywire, trying to fix the issue but not knowing how.
He lets out a panicked gasp, grasping at the shower valve and trying to get the water to come out, but to no avail.
The next thing he knew, the water was gone, and his scales were starting to completely dry out, the iridescent glow long gone from them. Jungkook started crying. He was going to die without being able to kiss Joonie's pretty dimples. He didn't want that, Joonie hyung needed to be appreciated!
Covering his eyes, Koo just waited for his death, sobbing uncontrollably. But weirdly enough, after just fifteen minutes, he just felt a tingly sensation in his bottom parts and--
Were those human legs? Panicking even harder, he tried to figure out what to do, movements with the legs a bit wonky. Upon further inspection, he found out he even had a small hole- How could he explain this to Joonie? He'd get called a freak and get kicked out. Koo could only cry in desperation and wait for him to get home to figure out what to do.
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Namjoon definitely feels anxious when he leaves Jungkook alone. He feels bad, but he’ll make it up to the little one somehow. He rushes to the market on his bike, relieved when the seller he’d talked to a week prior was waiting there. He got his precious bonsai tree and placed it carefully in his bike basket.
He roams around the night market afterward, looking for things he might need. He gets a few elementary school reading books for Jungkook, a kindergarten-level writing booklet, pencils, and papers. He also buys different kinds of fish. Tuna, salmon, cod, mackerel, even some oysters and crabs. It’s a steep investment, but it’s not as if Namjoon is going to spend it on anything for himself, anyway.
As he pedals home, he feels a sort of anxiousness in his gut. He hasn’t been gone for more than half an hour, but a lot could happen in that time frame. What if Jungkook’s wound opened up again? What if he tried to look for Namjoon and ended up falling out of the tub? There were too many possibilities. He feels sick to his stomach. How could he be so irresponsible?
Soon enough, Namjoon arrives home, and he puts his bonsai tree and other goods on the table before rushing to the bathroom. “Oh,” His heart feels lighter when he sees that Jungkook is okay, all in one piece, still sitting in the tub the way he’d left him.
“I’m glad you’re okay. I was really worried that…” He trails off when he gets closer to the tub and sees a pair of legs in lieu of the sparkly mermaid tail he’d seen earlier. And the tub was empty, too. “Wh…” He whispers, kneeling down to look at Jungkook’s legs. There’s a big, nasty gash on his calf, in the same area it had been on the mermaid tail. “Jungkook-ah… How did this happen? Are you okay?”
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It’s only then that he realizes that Jungkook is naked. Holy fuck. The realization makes him stumble backwards in shock the same way he had when he first met the mermaid hours ago. “Oh fuck, fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to look,” He rushes out, hoping the mermaid-- or human? What was he? -- didn’t feel violated. “I- Um, do you-- is your wound hurting?”
Jungkook really tried to smile at his human when he came back, but his eyes were just glossy with tears and he remembered why he was crying, not even attempting to cover himself. There was nothing to feel embarrassed of when it came to Namjoonie, especially since he was a mermaid and didn’t really have any concept of nakedness or shame the way humans did. It didn't look like Namjoon was freaked out or hated whatever happened to his rail, so Koo managed to calm down a little.
He didn't even realize he had a wound on his body as well, barely surprised even when he saw the blood and cut. It was somehow dried out and the wound seemed to be healing already, so it didn't hurt as much as it did on his tail. "S’okay. No ouchies. " He tilted his head, not sure why Joonie was embarrassed to look at his body. There was nothing bad about it, not that he knew of, besides the wound.
When Namjoon musters up the courage, he sits up to look at Jungkook’s wound properly. Since he’d cleaned it earlier, it did start healing up a bit, but it was still jarring to see the blue blood, a reminder of what Jungkook really was. He makes it a point to not look at the rest of Jungkook’s body out of respect. “Well, as long as it isn’t hurting. We should put gauze on that later…”
He tries to wrack his brain for anything else he might need to do. Clothes. Maybe. Clothes would be great. Should he carry Jungkook out of the bathtub? Where would he sleep? Namjoon’s bed was big enough for both of them but he wasn’t going to just sleep next to Jungkook and risk making him uncomfortable. He’d just have to sleep on the couch.
Something else was bothering Jungkook. There was another cut, right between his.. Thighs, or whatever it is that they were called. Around the hole he found earlier. It looked weird, but he didn't feel any pain there, it actually felt.. tingly when Joonie looked at him. " Have.. ‘nother cut. Right 'ere? "
Shifting on the bathtub uncomfortably, Koo used his fingers to rub the strange opening, poking at the hole. It felt hot and wet, but when he rubbed against it just right it felt.. Good. Like his body lit up on fire or something, it just felt really good . " Feels w-weird. Wha' is it? Wan' Joonie to touch it.” He was running on pure instinct at this point.
Namjoon lets out a quiet sigh, distracted by his own racing thoughts. This was far more than he’d signed up for. Jungkook effectively knocks him out of his trance when he says he has another cut. “Huh?” Maybe he’d gotten cut somewhere else and Namjoon didn’t notice.
He peeks over to where Jungkook was touching, and-- oh, no. Oh no , no, no, no. This is bad.
“Jungkook!” Namjoon’s voice cracks embarrassingly, tugging Jungkook’s hand away from his- dear god, is that-- “You’re not supposed to touch there,” He chokes out, looking away with flushed cheeks. “And you shouldn’t show me either, that’s, that’s your private area. I’m not supposed to look.” Despite that, he already had gotten a good look at it.
It looked like a flower, wet with how Jungkook was stimulating his clit. Namjoon wants to hit his head against the wall and force himself to stop thinking about it, or about how the mermaid had said he wanted Namjoon to touch it. “W-we should, uh, I’ll- I can carry you out s-so you can put something on…”
Jungkook's eyes widened as Joonie grabbed his hand so roughly, why was he suddenly being such a meanie? It felt good to be rubbed down there! It made his body feel all tingly and shaky, he just wanted Namjoon to touch him. It felt right to do so, but now he was being scolded and he did not like that. It was upsetting. He loved Joonie hyung, but that hurt his feelings.
Frowning, he held back the tears. His Joonie would get upset if he saw Koo upset. It just felt good. He wants to be good for him! " Sorry- 't eels good.. " Koo puffed his cheeks, crossing his arms to attempt to look intimidating. He probably didn't but that was why it was called an attempt.
"Mean. You mean." Avoiding Joon's eyes was easy, all he had to do was look away. The tub was small and uncomfortable, but Namjoon needed to get his forgiveness and- If Koo looked at him he'd simply melt. 'Cause how could someone look this kind and pretty? Not fair. Absolutely not fair! His heart was at war with itself, wanting to listen to Namjoon but also wanting to be a brat and get what he wanted. “W-Why no touch? " He inquired, that sensation refusing to go away. He just wanted his hyung's hands there- petting him so gently. Would feel so, so good. " F-Feels wet. Need touch. "
Namjoon has to hold back a fond smile, seeing Jungkook huff and pout like a little kid who’d gotten his candy taken away. Jungkook seemed to be upset, but really, he couldn’t just let it happen! He wouldn’t be able to explain anything! There’s also more complicated stuff like consent and whatnot, and what if Jungkook got even more curious? Namjoon was not well equipped for this at all. The way Jungkook calls him mean just hurts his heart more, because he doesn’t want to be mean. He’s just trying to do the right thing! “I’m sorry,” He apologizes gently, patting the mermaid’s head and still refusing to look down there. “I shouldn’t touch there because that’s yours… and I’m not allowed to touch there until you fully understand what it means.”
He hopes that explanation is enough. For now, he needs to focus on getting Jungkook some clothes. He’s already feeling lightheaded from the rush of blood he got from accidentally peeping. So, he carefully hooks an arm under Jungkook’s knees and slings one of his arms over a shoulder before hoisting him up bridal style. He’s a bit shorter and lighter without the heavy mermaid tail, and it’s easier to navigate to Namjoon’s room.
After he enters his bedroom, he sets Jungkook down on his bed and rummages through his closet for his smallest clothes. He finds a light blue sweater and pairs it with boxers. “Here,” He puts the clothes next to Jungkook. “You should put these on.”
Koo glared at Joonie, clearly not satisfied with the answer and very pissed off. This is so stupid, if it's his and he is asking Joon to touch him, he needed to stop saying no and just go for it. It'd feel good for both of them, wouldn't it?
Even as he was being taken someplace else, he still kept pouting, very upset. His...hole thingy was still wet. And pulsing. It just- Felt weird. He needed something there, something to just fill it up and make that feeling go away. While focusing on that, he barely noticed the clothes being put out for him.
The second he did, Jungkook's pupils dilated. Those were Joonie's. Picking the sweater up, he smelled the strong scent and- It was just like his Namjoon. His, only his. It was like his mermaid mating instincts synced up with his human ones, almost drooling.
" So good. " Koo mumbled to himself, using one of his hands to keep the sweater close to his nose while the other went down to rub the same place, somehow even wetter than before. His body twitched every time he accidentally rubbed that little nub inside that slit, eyes closed as he drowned in the feeling. " J-Joonie's touch... please.. "
What the fuck. Was Jungkook smelling his clothes…? Namjoon had just washed them! Did Jungkook like the smell of fabric softener or something? It was an endearing thought, and a small smile takes over his features until Jungkook’s hand traveled down between his legs, and-- “Jungkook,” Namjoon’s heart jumped, eyes flitting around and trying to avoid looking.
The more Jungkook touched himself down there, the more Namjoon could hear the wet sounds of it. He understands to an extent-- he’d been pretty enthusiastic about masturbation when he first discovered how to jerk it, but… Did Jungkook just do this often? He nearly hiccups at the thought of it. “Okay, if you need to do that, that’s fine, I think,” Namjoon gulps, turning around to face the wall instead. “It’s-- I guess it’s natural? So I can’t tell you to stop, Dunno how your instincts work… Can’t believe mermaids do this stuff too…” He’s talking mostly to himself, trying to get a hold on his own desires. Because god, Jungkook was so pretty. Namjoon has a hard time as it is, saying no to him. “I’ll just wait here until you finish. Then we can dress you up and maybe go to bed or something.”
Still massaging his cunny, Jungkook let out a breathless moan, opening his eyes and seeing Joonie facing the wall. He didn't like that, he needed to look and touch as well! It'd feel so good to have those strong hands massaging that hard nub or whatever it was.
Laying down on the bed, he spread his legs wider, movements with his hand faster - Everytime he rubbed a bit lower, he could feel that little hole twitching, asking for something to fill it up. Something big, warm or cold, whatever it was, it'd feel good enough to get it to stop dripping everywhere.
" Joon- Look. " Koo moaned, throwing his head back as his finger accidentally slipped in the tiny hole, lips parting to let out a loud moan. It felt weird, really weird. Had that warm feeling in his tummy that felt really nice. Pressing his middle finger inside again, he thrusted, vision hazy. " Joonie- Ah, hng, N-Namjoonie.. Please.. "
See, Namjoon is just human. He’s strong, but not strong enough to not give in to the temptation of looking. Especially not with the way Jungkook moans and begs for him. The logical part of his brain screams and begs for him to not turn around. But his caveman brain says, what’s the harm in one peek? So he turns around and is met with the loveliest sight in the world. Not even in his wildest dreams did he think he’d ever get to see this with his own two eyes.
He watches with bated breath. Jungkook was clumsy with the way he fingered himself, almost endearingly so. The lamp in his bedroom illuminates Jungkook’s skin beautifully, his cunt glistening with arousal. God, tonight had taken one hell of a turn. One minute he’d been worrying about what kind of fish a mermaid would like, and the next minute he was watching that very same mermaid make some personal discoveries about their newfound human anatomy.
Slowly, he approaches Jungkook, almost as if he were entranced. “Jungkookie,” Namjoon murmurs. “You-- you’re not doing it properly.” He gently pulls Jungkook hand away from his pussy and sits on the bed, pulling Jungkook onto his lap. “Hyung will show you, okay?” His body is moving on pure instinct and desire now. The logical part of his brain has been turned to mush by now, and there was just absolutely no way he was going to back out of this. With two fingers, he glides through Jungkook’s wetness. The sound it makes is so erotic that Namjoon can’t help but shudder.
.
When his tiny hands were moved away, Jungkook was ready to start sobbing and crying, but it seems like Joonie finally decided to help him out. It felt so good to just be grabbed like this, like a ragdoll. But at the same time, his hyungie's hands were so gentle and he just needed them everywhere.
“This is your clit,” He presses a thumb to the swollen nub. It seems that he’s launched straight into teacher mode, maybe in a desperate attempt to justify why he was doing this. Rubbing soothing circles into it, his middle finger rubs against his hole, not pushing in, just touching. “This is your hole. Where you’ll usually get filled. You’re… not supposed to let anyone touch here. If you don’t want anyone to touch you then you can say no.” The guilt resurfaces for a second. “So… you have to tell me if you want me to stop touching you here. Okay?” Before he can stop himself, he presses a light kiss to Jungkook’s cheek, as if to comfort him.
Feeling bigger, more experienced hands glide over the little slit made Jungkook’s body jolt, breathlessly moaning the older man's name in pleasure. Just the lightest touch made him feel so, so good and he felt like passing out just from that.
And the moment Namjoon started massaging that little nub, Koo was dripping even more wetness around his hyung's hands, moaning nonstop and whining for more, fingers digging on Joonie's clothed shoulders. Why did it feel so good? His tummy was feeling so hot, pressing so weirdly, like something was going to come out.
" Don't stop," Jungkook choked out, blushing as he looked down at his.. Hole and clitty being pleasured. So good, he needed more, needed to be filled completely by hyungie. " 'eels good, h-hyungie.. thing goin' to come out.. What is it? "
Namjoon shivers when he realizes that he’s going to be giving Jungkook his first orgasm. So innocent and pure. Untouched. And he had the privilege of being able to be the one Jungkook trusts enough to let touch there… It’s good that he was the one who saved Jungkook. Who knows what other slimy old human would’ve used this precious little thing for their own desires. He kisses Jungkook’s cheek again. “You’re gonna cum soon, baby.” Yet another endearment slips off his tongue unintentionally.
Finally, he slips his finger into Jungkook’s opening. It’s tight and warm, but the copious amount of wetness makes the slide much easier. He can feel the way Jungkook tightens around his digit, swallowing it up. So hungry. So desperate. “I’ll take care of you,” He promises. He has a feeling that Jungkook will be insatiable and ask for more, and he’s willing to provide. There was just absolutely no going back now. “I’ll make you cum as many times as you want me to.”
He crooks his finger up, pressing insistently on Jungkook’s g-spot, pairing it with firm circles on his clit. It’s been far too long since the last time he’d touched someone like this. A small part of him hopes this won’t be the last time. Namjoon wants to taste Jungkook on his tongue, see how flexible his little body is, see if he’d beg, and whine so nicely. “Give it to me, Jungkook,” He murmurs. “Lemme see how pretty you are when you cum.”
" Cum? " Koo asked, cheeks reddening even further as Joonie kept telling him nice things- He didn't really understand what cum was. But his hyungie was willing to make him do so as many times as he wanted? He was being praised for it, so he'd be doing a lot of cumming for his Joonie! Just like a good boy. " Good. So good. " Jungkook's voice cracked as Namjoon thrusted a finger inside, mouth gaping and drool slipping from the corners as that tight knot felt even more prominent, tummy aching and body not sure if he should escape from it or just take it. His hyung pressed against something as well - rubbing his clitty-- and he was gone .
Almost screaming, Koo wet his hyung's fingers with 'cum'. He was also squirting out some weird clear fluid and his body wouldn't stop twitching, eyes rolling to the back of his head as everything felt too overwhelming. The sensation was slowly decreasing, but Koo didn't want it to go away. No, he needed it to keep going. Maybe something else would fit inside his little hole. He would be ripped apart if it was too big, though. And that would probably hurt. " M-More. More, more, more- Koo want more. Feel good. "
Of course, Namjoon couldn’t say no to that even if he tried.
(Later, he’d find out that it was because of Jungkook’s mating pheromones-- more potent without water to dull it down.)
He brings Jungkook further onto the bed, laying the little one down and cushioning his head with his pillows. Belatedly, Namjoon realizes that Jungkook is still fully naked.
He lets his eyes rake down Jungkook’s body, admiring it. Small and slender, stomach and legs toned, presumably because he’d been swimming for most of his life. He was so beautiful, it’s a miracle that he was able to resist touching him for this long. “I’ll give you more,” He soothes, pushing another finger into Jungkook’s pussy. God, he was so tight. Namjoon distantly wonders what it’d be like to bury his cock inside, if Jungkook would scream and beg for him to put it all in. But he might be a little too big for Jungkook to handle, so for now--
He dips his head down and kisses Jungkook’s flushed cheeks. “You’re so pretty,” He praises softly, tenderly. His other hand comes up to thumb at his nipples, already hardened from arousal. Then, Namjoon leaves a trail of kisses to his jaw, down the column of his throat, to his chest, where he flicks Jungkook’s nipples with the tip of his tongue. He syncs the movement with his fingers, pistoning in and out of his warmth and filling the room with filthy wet noises.
" Thank you. " Koo cried out, clenching his eyes shut as that stretching sensation down on his hole made a second appearance. Joonie's fingers felt so good, even if they hurt- They were just too big, he was so small down there. Anything felt huge, but it was okay. That pain would go away, Joonie would never hurt him.
" 'm pretty? " Jungkook batted his eyelashes, eyes shutting down once more at the new stimulation on his chest, he didn't even know it felt that good. It never really mattered. And the thing Namjoon was doing with his mouth- It felt good too. Like love. Affection. Koo liked being taken care of and Joonie was giving him all of that!
“You are pretty, the prettiest thing in the world,” Namjoon whispers, before nibbling at the area around his nipples, sure to leave a mark the next day.
" Wan' som'thing bigger. S-Stretch. " Jungkook pleaded, two fingers not satiating his hungry body. He just knew he needed something more, not sure what it was, but it was a necessity- And maybe Joonie would know and give it to him! " Please? "
Jungkook’s begging makes Namjoon’s eyebrows furrow. “Baby,” He pulls away from Jungkook’s chest, hovering over the mermaid and looking at him worriedly. He wanted something bigger? But he was tiny, and the stretch would hurt him. Perhaps Jungkook was just overwhelmed, new to all these sensations. “It’ll hurt you, love,” His concern and worry for Jungkook overshadow any desire to make him feel good or be greedy about his own desires. As if to make a point, he scissors his fingers inside Jungkook’s cunt.
There’s a lot of resistance, probably because he really hadn’t had anything inside him before. He tries to scissor them further and harsher. “Don’t you feel how tight you are down here?” He murmurs, keeping eye contact with the creature. “If I put something bigger, you’ll tear and bleed. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Jungkook looks like a little doll like this, so fragile. Namjoon’s hands are huge enough as it is, and so is his cock-- it’ll definitely split him in half. He twists and pushes his fingers in and out, continuously trying to stretch him further.
Hazily, Jungkook looked at his pretty hyung, mouth slightly parted and chest feeling.. so warm with love. He just really, really liked Joonie, the way he kissed his body and took care of every single thing. How he used his fingers so nicely. " You c-can 'urt me. 's okay. " He smiled sloppily at his hyung. It'd be fine.
Though, Koo couldn't help the whine that left his mouth when Namjoon started scissoring his fingers inside - It felt weird and would feel good soon, but it hurt. A lot actually, but he'd handle it. He's had worse happen to him, like the big wound on his leg that is pretty much forgotten at this point, or hurting himself with rocks or trash underwater. Namjoonie was doing this to make him feel good. How could Koo be mad at him?
" Need big thing.. " Jungkookie moaned, sighing once the pain gradually grew smaller. Namjoon was right, he'd definitely bleed if something huge was shoved inside, but it was a necessity. With grabby hands, he cupped his hyung's face, using his thumbs to caress his cheekbones gently with a small smile, even if he felt dizzy with the newfound sensations. " Love Joonie. Wa-nt Joonie. "
Namjoon’s heart tightens as Jungkook’s tender touches, his tender words. He gets a bit choked up. When was the last time he’d heard that word? The word ‘love’ being directed toward him? He knew Yoongi loved him and cared about him, but that was different, and he wasn’t the type to just openly say that. But Jungkook was saying it so easily, to some human he barely even knows. It’s strange how Namjoon’s heart feels that he might love Jungkook too. If he didn’t, he was at least very close to it. He’s absolutely enamoured by the precious little thing already. Jungkook seemed to have his heart on his sleeve, so trusting and so beautiful. Willing to get hurt. Namjoon could definitely make it feel good for him, after the pain passes.
“Are you sure?” He whispers, wanting to make sure Jungkook was sure about what he wanted. His cock stirs in his shorts, pressing against his zipper, begging to be left free, to sink into the warmth that his fingers were buried in. “It’ll really hurt. I’m really…” Would it be egotistical of him to say he was big? Would Jungkook even care?” “I’m a little bigger than you might think.”
It would be better to just show him, right? Give Jungkook the option to say no. So, with his free hand, he reaches down to unbutton his pants and pull them down enough to reveal his cock, only half hard. It was sizable already, but not at its full length yet. “Here,” he says. “If you think it’s too big then I won’t put it in, okay?”
God-- Namjoon looked huge. Everything about his.. Thingie looked far too big, especially for his small body. His little hole - How would it stretch out around his hyungie? Joonie was right, he was way bigger than expected and Koo wasn't sure how he'd be able to take it entirely. It would hurt a lot.
But Jungkook always liked a bit of a challenge. Why not? He had no idea how Namjoonie's thing was so big or why it was different from his own, but his body ached at the thought of having it inside. His logic was saying that this was a really bad idea, that it'd hurt a lot and maybe he'd regret it. But god, he didn't care now or ever.
" Gimme. Koo want Joonie.. " Koo batted his eyelashes - It always worked with other mermaids and his own parents, and it might work with his hyungie as well. Big, pleading eyes were nice, right? They always got him nice things. And the one thing Jungkookie wanted was for him to be connected with Namjoon, no matter how much it'd hurt him in the beginning. Pain felt good anyways. " Me trust Joonie. Need it inside, please, please... "
Namjoon feels all of his inhibitions dissolve once Jungkook bats his eyelashes at him like that. He was already irresistible to begin with, but his continuous begging seems to have chipped away at Namjoon’s resolve. He’ll just have to be extra careful when he goes in. “Okay,” He exhales, feeling a bit anxious. He stretches out Jungkook with his fingers for a few more minutes, before finally pulling them out. After that, he takes his pants off completely, and his shirt, leaving himself bare as he hovers over Jungkook’s body and slots his hips between the mermaid’s legs. He still thinks this might just all be a dream, because this was too good to be true.
Happy that his hyung agreed, Jungkook smiled and let himself be toyed with for a while longer, his 'clit' throbbing with every finger that rubbed his insides deliciously. He was anxious about getting something so big shoved inside him, but Joonie would be extra careful. Especially with the way he just gently put himself in between Jungkook’s legs.
When Namjoon positions his cock, he winces at how small Jungkook’s cunt looked in comparison. But he can’t bring himself to say no again. So he pushes in firmly until the head of his cock pops in, and-- oh. Jungkook is tight. He’s so wet and slick but he’s just so small and Namjoon is so big.
“Jungkook-” He pets over Jungkook’s face, kisses his cheeks comfortingly before pushing in by an inch. He can feel Jungkook’s pussy pulsating, trying to push the huge intrusion out. “Baby, baby, you have to tell me if it hurts.” He almost wheezes, overwhelmed by the sensations himself but refusing to hurt Jungkook in any capacity.
Dizzily, Koo almost forgot they were going even further with the intimacy. But when he felt himself get slowly filled up, his body fired up, bottom parts burning with pain. It hurt really bad, really, really bad. Namjoon was so big and everything about Koo was just really small- It felt like he was being ripped apart with just one single movement.
Closing his eyes, he tried to loosen up, even if his back was arched and his mind barely processing whatever his hyungie just said right now. No matter how much he wanted to just make Joonie pull out, he was committed to taking it all and letting the older man have his way with his hole. Would it even go back to normal after this? Can he do the walking thing humans do? Would he be able to even go back to his mermaid tail, or would he just have to be a little sleeve for Namjoon forever? The last thought makes heat flare in the pit of his belly.
" 't hurts- " Jungkook sobbed, not even realizing tears were threatening to fall, fingers digging in the sheets painfully with every inch that was shoved inside. How was he so full? How could it feel this painful, but still be a good type of pain? "Wan' more. 's okay, Joonie. Koo wants you- Please, all in hole. Wan it real bad, very much "
Namjoon thumbs Jungkook’s tears away, already regretting his decision in giving into the begging. But he couldn’t back out even if he wanted to. Not when Jungkook was asking for more. So he keeps inching in, slowly, slowly, until he gets halfway. “Okay,” He exhales. That’s enough.” He leans down again and kisses Jungkook’s cheeks, the corners of his mouth. Then his hand goes down to rub Jungkook’s clit. “God, you’re so tight,” He chokes out, shuddering at the sensation. Jungkook was just so fucking tiny like that. “So good for me, fuck.” He can’t help himself when he kisses Jungkook full on the lips. He can still taste the saltwater on Jungkook’s tongue, so tantalizing and sweet. In that minute he thinks he really might be in love. In love with this precious little thing that washed up on the shore, that begged to get fucked. He wouldn’t be able to recover if Jungkook left him.
He pulls out a bit and pushes in again, making sure not to push in too much or go beyond half of his length. It was already a tight fit to begin with, and for Jungkook to be taking something like this for his first time was… not ideal. One day maybe they can work their way up to having Jungkook take it entirely. If he stays long enough for it.
Jungkook drooled at every inch shoved inside, he had never felt so full in his life. Joonie had really gentle hands, wiping his tears away and being so nice with his words. Even being called good felt amazing, in actuality. Joon did this weird thing with his lips that touched on his own. It didn't make sense, nor did he really understand what he was supposed to do, but Koo just followed along with whatever his hyung was doing. It should feel good.
It distracted him from the pain he felt with Namjoon's movements, whimpering at the first thrust. The sensations were so overwhelming, far too much for Koo's little body to handle, but he didn't want it to stop. He needed his hyungie to keep going and do the thingie that makes him 'cum'. That felt really good. He needed more of that.
"Joonie cum too?" Jungkook inquired with a shaky voice. He wanted to make Namjoon cun aswell! Was his hyungie able to cum, though? That feeling shouldn't be only for Koo. Pretty hyungie needs to feel really good too. " Wan' Joon cum.. "
“Yes, I’ll cum too, soon.” Namjoon replies. God, if Jungkook’s pussy kept sucking him in like a vice he definitely would cum soon. But he doesn’t want to cum before Jungkook does, so he pours all of his focus into making the little one feel as good as possible. With his gentle thrusts, he pulls back and lets his hands roam Jungkook’s body. Fingers pinch and rub at his pink little nipples, thumbing at them and watching them harden further under his touch. Then he goes down to Jungkook’s clit, rubbing it in firm circles. The sight of where they’re connected is so erotic. Jungkook’s pussy practically clings to his cock, and he wasn’t even all the way in. There’s a bump on Jungkook’s lower stomach that appears and disappears and god, if Namjoon wasn’t so horny he’d be extremely concerned about that.
Sudden intrusive thoughts of Jungkook leaving after this make Namjoon falter a bit. He’s already attached, somehow, as if Jungkook had stolen his weak little heart from the very start. The thought of never seeing this beautiful body writhe in pleasure underneath him is too much to bear.
He kisses Jungkook again. “You won’t just leave after you’re healed, will you?” He asks softly, a lump in his throat. He’s a bit overwhelmed by everything, by how good Jungkook feels, how careful he has to be with his thrusting. “I really don’t want you to leave. Stay with hyung a little bit longer, won’t you?”
Koo couldn't help but sob at every thrust, eyes shut tight. It still hurt a bit, but way less than before, especially with the way his Joonie hyung was rubbing that weird nub down there. That burning sensation was coming back, tummy aching for something - And he was pretty sure that Namjoon's big thingie was bulging it out. Was it even entirely in? He wouldn't know. The pleasure was far too dizzying, depriving him of his senses.
But he could understand what Namjoonie had just said. That nice thing he did with his lips on Koo's own - It almost made him forget to respond. Felt too nice to just ignore it. As weak as his arms were, he still reached out , caressing his cheeks.
" Never leave Joonie. " Jungkook attempted to smile, though, it faltered when his hyungie hit just the right spot, yelping in pleasure. He wanted Joonie to keep fucking him there forever, never stop, keep making him do the cum thing. " Gon' cum! P-Please! "
Namjoon’s hand continues to rub at Jungkook’s little clit, groaning when he feels Jungkook’s cunt pulsate even tighter around him. He leans into Jungkook’s touch, closing his eyes briefly to fully enjoy it. His soft hands, the smell of saltwater. Even if Jungkook could have been lying, and even if the possibility of him being gone the next morning was too high, Namjoon could allow himself to have this. To dream about what it’s really like to be loved. This is all he’d ever wanted, really. He spent so much of his life feeling so empty and alone, and Jungkook was making him feel alive again.
Three words threaten to slip off of his tongue, but he withholds it the best that he can. It’s too soon for love, too uncertain. There’s no way that he was actually in love with this creature yet, even if his heart said so. Even if he was sure that Jungkook was made for him, that Jungkook was the missing piece of himself he’d been yearning for after all.
“C’mon, love,” He whispers, speeding up his movements to coax Jungkook into an orgasm. Wanted to make his precious little one feel as good as possible. “Cum for me, I wanna see you, wanna feel it.”
Jungkook's cheeks were reddened from being stared at so lovingly, eyes closing again to avoid his heart beating faster than it should have. Is this the love thing that those old, almost dead, mermaid grandmas used to speak about? Maybe. He had all the symptoms, a tight feeling in his chest, those weird bubbly sensations all over, happiness.. Maybe he loved Namjoon. Even if they had only just met, he loved his hyungie so, so much.
That pure feeling of love along with his hyung's words were enough to push Koo to his peak, thighs trembling all over and back arching beautifully as he squirted around Joonie's fingers. That feeling was so good, he hoped Joonie could feel it too!
That stream of clear liquid just wouldn't stop as Namjoon kept thrusting in his little hole, Jungkook completely dumb as his choked words were either 'please' or 'feels good'. Drool kept dripping from his mouth, tiny hands grasping at the sheets roughly while trying to take control of his own sensations.
A low groan rumbles in Namjoon’s chest as Jungkook finally cums around his cock. As if Jungkook wasn’t tight enough, his orgasm made him even tighter, enough to send him right over the edge. In a burst of clarity, Namjoon frantically remembers that he isn’t wearing a condom. He pulls out in a rush, painting Jungkook’s stomach in white spurts as his orgasm rushes through his body. It’s intense, and he almost didn’t have the mental capacity to even bother pulling out. He thanks his lucky stars that he remembered to be responsible, against all odds. He immediately slumps over, falling over on the spot next to Jungkook’s body, feeling worn out somehow even if they’d barely done anything other than… that.
His sanity drips back into his brain. “Shit,” He whispers, looking up at his ceiling dizzily. The room smelled like saltwater and sex. God, how disastrous would it have been if he came inside Jungkook? Was the mermaid even capable of getting pregnant?
With a sigh, he musters up some strength to sit up a bit and check on Jungkook. Reaches over for his shirt to clean the mess off the mermaid’s stomach. “Hi,” He murmurs softly, so he doesn’t startle the little thing. “Are you… okay? I tried my best to not put it all in, you were really small and tight…”
Breathing heavily, Koo kept his eyes shut, pleasure making his vision completely blurry and doubled. He didn't know what was going on properly, just that as soon as Joonie stopped thrusting, something weird and wet fell on his upper body. The liquid that was coming out of him had also finally stopped , even though it got him completely wet, and maybe his hyung aswell.
It was really appreciated when his hyungie just slowly approached him, Jungkook opening his eyes to look at the pretty man taking care of him. He had to stick to lipreading, ears buzzing as he tried to make sense of.. Whatever was being said.
" Koo is okay. " Since he had no idea how to use his legs, Jungkook shifted himself a bit, enough to hug his hyungie's torso, breathing in that new smell like it was his favorite thing. Joonie hyung was his favorite thing after all, that was definitely correct.
" Want, um.. " Attempting to find the words, Jungkook's eyes shifted to Namjoon's.. thing. He had no idea what to call it, so he'd stick to just 'thing' for now. It'd be understandable enough.. Probably. " Joon ... all in l-later? Please? "
Namjoon’s arm comes up to wrap around Jungkook’s body, securing the tiny creature against him. He can feel guilt bubbling up in his chest. He knew that Jungkook had wanted it, but still He didn’t want to take advantage of someone he was helping. Didn’t want Jungkook to think that he owed Namjoon sex in exchange for how he had gotten rescued. He was so much more than just.. someone that Namjoon could fuck whenever he pleased. Plus there was no guarantee that Jungkook was actually going to stay after this entire ordeal, despite how Namjoon had pleaded with him earlier. Namjoon cringes, thinking about how pathetic and vulnerable he’d sounded. It’s a good thing that Jungkook was an absolute sweetheart and just put up with it.
Though, Jungkook asking for him to put the entire thing in, sort of throws Namjoon off. For two reasons. First, because Jungkook was fucking tiny and there was no way he’d be able to put it all in without tearing Jungkook apart. Second, because of the implication that there was definitely going to be be a next time. Fuck, were mermaids some sort of insatiable sex creatures equipped with doe eyes that could make any man fall to his knees?
“I… I don’t think so, Kookie,” Namjoon says cautiously, not wanting to upset Jungkook too much. “It’ll hurt you. Maybe we can do it… when your leg is healed, and if you can work your way up to it--” That was not what he wanted to say, what the hell? It’s as if some magical force was making him give into Jungkook’s desires, especially with the way Jungkook was looking at him. He pries his eyes away, looking at the ceiling instead. “I don’t think we can though. I… I don’t know if we should do this again either. I can just focus on taking care of you for now.”
Jungkook's eyes shone with hope, wanting to take all of Namjoon's thingie in. He could wait a bit, but he could take it! His little hole would have to be stretched really well, though. But Joonie hyung kept saying stuff like 'it'll hurt you!' or 'we can't do it.'
Least to say, he was a mix of annoyed and upset. Even if it was going to rip him apart, Koo wanted to shape himself to take his hyung's thing easily. It'd be good to be able to just take him whole without any of this fingering thing, get himself filled to the brim. And plus, his hyungie wasn't listening! Was it because his speaking was broken?
With trembling lips, Jungkook hid his face on Joonie's neck, not wanting to show his tears. Hyungie was being really mean. Koo just wanted to get to 'cum' and have his hyung feel good while helping him out as well. He loved Joonie, how hard is it to understand he needed this person in specific to touch him like that. " Koo not good? No deserve? " He questioned. Maybe Koo wasn't good enough to get touched by his Namjoon. He'd understand, but it still hurt. " Sorry. Is Koo's hole bad? 'm sorry.. "
Namjoon’s heart lurches in his throat painfully, immediately regretting his choice of words. Even if he’d tried his best to word it as nicely as possible. He holds Jungkook a little closer, a little tighter, lets his fingertips trail up and down Jungkook’s spine. “No, no,” He murmurs. “You’re good, Jungkook… You’re amazing, really, but I just don’t want to hurt you. Even if you think you can take it, it’ll really hurt. I couldn’t even put it all the way in because you were too tiny.” He shudders a bit at the memory of seeing the outline his cock made on Jungkook’s stomach, disappearing and reappearing with each thrust. The way Jungkook cried for more. God, this was absolutely not the time to be having dirty thoughts.
“Your hole isn’t… bad, baby.” He tries to soothe. “You’re just so tiny. You came onto the shore injured, I’m not going to give you another injury.” There was another unspoken reason, one that involves him possibly not being able to resist the urge to use Jungkook as a cocksleeve and cum deep into his womb, let his fantasies go wild and envision Jungkook round with his children, tits swollen with milk and following him everywhere, like a sweet, ditzy little wife. He isn’t that kind of person. Jungkook just brought out that side of him somehow. The caveman-slash-lizard brain side of him.
As if to make a point, his hand creeps between Jungkook’s hole, puffy and swollen. Of course it was a bit distended from how he’d taken Namjoon’s cock. “Your hole is so, so good, Jungkookie,” He thumbs softly at his clit before pulling away. “But this is for the best.”
And with that, he pulls a blanket over them. With the window open to let the sea breeze in, it tended to get pretty cold in the middle of the night. “You should rest now. It’s late.” He says gently, making sure their bare bodies were fully covered.
Sniffling, Jungkook clung closer to the taller man, not being able to express how at the same time he was glad that his tiny hole was enjoyable, he wanted Joonie to actually use it. Use it as hard as he wanted, for as long and as much as he needed, shove his entirety there and just split him up. Sure, as naive as he was, he couldn't ignore the need to be filled up completely by his hyung, could he?
Even if his clit got rubbed, it didn't feel good. It didn't feel good knowing Namjoon was holding back from ruining his body. It was just as new to him, he wanted to experience everything that could be done by the one person he loved. But Joonie was just too stubborn! And Koo would do something about it.
When his hyungie went to sleep and tucked him in, Jungkook pretended to fall asleep, just enjoying the nice heat of the human's body, cuddling closer every time he pulled away just a little. When he felt like Namjoon was actually asleep - That was when he put his plan into action.
Getting out of his hyungie's grasp was hard, partially because he also just loved being held tight like that. But once he was done, the real struggle was to learn how to properly move his legs. Once he managed to figure that out, he pushed the covers away, mouth watering at the huge thingie right in between Joonie's legs. It had to get bigger for him to get it in though, right?
Learning how to use his legs was hard enough, but getting out of his hyung's grasp was really rough too. Because not only did he enjoy being held tight, but Joonie was strong. But Koo did manage to get out, clumsily getting on top of his beloved human and trying to figure out what to do. The thing between his legs was huge, but it had to get bigger for him to get it in, right?
So with the slightest memory he had of his Namjoonie touching himself, he rubbed the member, his own hole already wet from that hot feeling in his stomach. Once he managed to coax it into full size, a proud smile opened up, Koo struggling to line up the huge member with his hole but eventually succeeding.
Joonie was right, though. It hurt a lot, like he was getting stabbed internally, but it felt good to know he could get it all in - Even if his tummy was bulging, like he had eaten too much. But it was okay. Even if it hurt a lot, he forced himself to move up and down, innocent, clumsy movements, but just enough for it to feel good, biting his lower lip and trying to contain the moans. Joonie might get mad, but he didn't care, not when he felt so good.
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Namjoon really should’ve known that Jungkook wouldn’t take no for an answer. Despite all of his refusals, Jungkook had cajoled Namjoon into fucking him anyway. In retrospect, he genuinely should have kept his guard up. Should have at least put his pants back on to make it harder for Jungkook to get to what he’d been asking for all along. He’s only half surprised when he wakes up to pleasure fluttering in his gut, and his bed creaking slightly, rhythmically. When he opens his eyes, he’s treated to a beautiful sight-- Jungkook bouncing on his cock, hips inexperienced but eager. As if the bulge on his stomach wasn’t enough, he was also taking the entirety of his cock. All of it.
The panic comes slowly. His body is far too focused on enjoying the sensation, sleep-addled brain making him feel sluggish and sleepy. He thinks he might even be dreaming, really. A wonderful wet dream plagued by this little minx who used his eyes and adorable little pout to get Namjoon to do his bidding. His half-lidded eyes travel down to where Jungkook’s tiny pussy was split on his cock, lips open, and sucking his cock in eagerly. Sliding up and down, up and down again.
When he fully realizes what’s happening, he lets out a loud gasp, large hands flying to grip Jungkook’s hips and stop him from moving.. “What the fuck,” He chokes out, feeling like he could faint right then and there. “Jungkook, I-- what are you-- I told you we couldn’t!” He says, tone frantic. The stretch looks fucking painful, their size difference is glaringly obvious. “Does it hurt? Fuck, Jungkook, you have to get off.”
Once Namjoon was slowly waking up, Jungkookwas sure he'd get scolded really bad. Like, really bad. Jungkook knew he probably wouldn't get harmed by his human, but getting scolded sort of.. Hurts. Especially by someone you love so much!
Within the few seconds it took for his hyungie to realize what he was seeing, Jungkook prepared himself for the bad scolding, but even then - Joonie hyung was just gentle. Even while holding him from moving, he was being so nice about it. That is, if you ignored how panicked he sounded, which is exactly what he would do now. Pretending he didn't understand at all.
" No, 'm not gettin' off. " Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows, pouting stubbornly. Yes, it hurt, but the pain was going away. Plus, the fact he felt completely full was just a bonus! It felt amazing to just bounce on his hyungie like that, like some dumb creature. Because Namjoonie was so smart it made him feel okay about being dumb. He'd be taken care of even if he was a bit stupid.
" J-Joonie won' give to me. " Forcing himself to move, he managed to do it repeatedly, even if it was way weaker and slower than before. He would not let his hyungie stop him, not when it felt so, so good to be taken apart like this. It wasn't fair he had gotten a taste and wouldn't be allowed anymore. " Koo will do it m-mysel'. Please, it no ouchie... Lemme- Lemme go, Joonie! "
Namjoon feels a lump in his throat, feeling Jungkook resisting against his attempts to make him keep still. If he gripped onto Jungkook’s hips too tightly, he’d leave bruises. But then Jungkook might even end up hurting himself more if he refused to listen. Namjoon was stuck between the two options. Fuck. The more he thinks about it, the more guilty he feels. But-- Jungkook had said it didn’t hurt. Perhaps he could just make sure Jungkook wouldn’t go too fast or too hard? That would be fine, right? He bites down on his bottom lip, and sits up so he can control Jungkook’s movements a little better. Pleasure still simmers hot under his skin, cock obviously enjoying the tightness and wetness.
“Fine,” He acquiesces, again. “You can, uh, you can keep going. But if you go too fast I’m going to make you slow down. And if I’m about to cum, I’m going to pull you off. Okay?” He looks at Jungkook sternly. Doesn’t know why he bothers, really. Jungkook will just end up doing whatever the hell he pleases. But it’s still worth a shot.
He gets curious, though. Curious enough to let his hand slide down to Jungkook’s stomach, petting over the bulge. It was so big. And so deep. Namjoon nearly hiccups at the thought of Jungkook being so filled up. “Are you sure it doesn’t hurt? It looks painful…” He presses down on the bulge, making Jungkook feel much tighter.
Finally, his hyungie had given in! Just a bit of begging and pouting did the work, he'd keep that in mind for whenever he really, really wanted something. Maybe more of this touching and his hyungie's huge thingie inside of him. No wasn't an option anymore, not when it was about this topic specifically.
" Okay. "
Grinding against Namjoon, Koo finally started letting out his shameful noises, tummy burning in the excitement of being found out, being able to do whatever he wanted to his Joonie hyung. Although he felt slightly dizzy, he couldn't help the loud moan that escaped when Namjoon pressed the bulge, eyes tearing up in pleasure. " Feels good, hyungie. "
And then, Jungkook was back to bouncing on the older man's hardness, drooling in pleasure. Namjoon was just so, so deep inside, so huge, it made him go dumb just by moving his hips. He wasn't as good as his beloved, but he hoped it felt good. Felt good enough for Joonie. All Koo wants to be is hyungie's good boy!
Arms wrapped around the human's neck, Koo felt his thighs burning, but he couldn't stop moving, not when it kept feeling better at each second, craving for more and more. The little hole down there was so wet, making squelching noises, it must be good, right? " Love you, hyungie. L-Love your thingie too. So much. "
It’s the middle of the night, and Namjoon finds himself teetering between the heavy arousal simmering in his gut and the sleepiness that ebbs away at the edges of his consciousness. Jungkook’s noises sound like an echo, like he really just might bein the most erotic fever dream known to man. But the clamminess of his palms, the aching in his muscles, and the tiny declarations of love from the creature are enough to convince him that this is real, that this is genuinely happening. His worries about splitting Jungkook apart lessen as he realizes that Jungkook is just gushing on his cock. As if the little thing was so happy to get filled up that his body was going on overdrive. Like Namjoon was the best he’d ever get and he couldn’t get enough of it.
His thumbs glide over Jungkook’s hip bones. Jungkook looked a lot smaller and frailer as a human. If he’d known that mermaids could magically shift from having a tail to having legs, he probably would’ve expected it. Jungkook had this childlike innocence, but he most definitely was not a child. Half of him seemed to run purely on instinct. Just like now. Using his charms to get what he wants.
Yet, even with the power Jungkook seemed to have over the human, it was clear who really had control. Whilst Jungkook had to use powers unbeknownst to creatures unlike him, Namjoon had an unmistakable dominance that came out only in rare situations like this. He lifts one hand to cup Jungkook’s cheek, looking into his eyes intently, jaw clenched. “Say it again,” He demands. Wants to hear those words again, store it in his brain for his lonelier days. Wants to know that Jungkook is his. His other hand stays firm on the mermaid’s hip, still controlling the rhythm, keeping it in check with very little effort. “Say you love me again, Jungkook.”
Jungkook's body shivered when Joonie's hands touched close to his thighs, innocently smiling. He loved how gentle he was with his newfound human body, made him feel so good and... Actually loved. Joonie probably didn't feel the same way he did - And it was upsetting, yes, but he would never be mad at it. Never be mad at Joonie.
Though, his insides couldn't help but clench at how deep and raspy Namjoon's voice suddenly became, a mix of dominance and pure care. It still made him cower, not able to break eye contact off with his beloved human, clenching his fists as his face reddened.
" Love you. Love Joonie, so so much. " Koo moaned out, instincts begging for him to be filled up. That burning heat kept building up consistently, and god, he needed to let it out so so bad. " Want you- so so bad. Love you so so much. So bad. " He could feel that need to just burst out again, sweat dripping down his forehead.
" Does Koo hole feel good? Wan' hyung to like 't.. " Jungkook cried out, sobbing when Namjoon's thingie hit hard and deep again, felt his muscles relaxing completely to just take it all in. Take something absolutely huge to the deepest parts that could be reached. " Gon' cum- Koo's gon' do cummies! Please, please, please- Need it! "
“You feel good, baby,” Namjoon responds, trying to grasp onto the last bit of sanity he had left. Jungkook was driving him completely out of his mind. As if every little declaration of love was truly pulling him in deep, so deep that their hearts are intertwining and there’s no way he’ll ever be able to get out. Doesn’t even know if he wants to get out. How thrilling it is to be this wrapped up in another being, to know each other so intimately like this. Time meant nothing compared to this unknown, petrifying feeling that settled deep into his chest, clouded over by the lust rushing through his bloodstream.
He finally loses control and starts bouncing Jungkook on his cock furiously. Bucks his hips up roughly to slam into his gushing pussy. The little creature was so pliant, like a little doll. He was out of his mind. His one goal was to get Jungkook to cum, and to fill him up with his seed until he was filled to the brim. His hand goes down to rub furiously at Jungkook’s clit.
The tender Namjoon is gone and is replaced with someone different, a part of himself that never saw the light of day. As if Jungkook dove inside him and pulled a switch he hadn’t even known was there. “Mine, mine, mine,” He groans. “You’re mine, Jungkookie, you can’t leave me, you’ll never leave me. Gonna keep you here forever. You’re gonna be my little wife, gonna make you have so many babies,” He babbles like a man possessed. These words are most definitely not ones he’d say. He would never dream of voicing these carnal desires, in fear of scaring Jungkook away, but he’s been flung off the deep end by Jungkook. “Cum on my fucking cock, show me how good I’m making you feel.”
" Joonie, Joonie.. " Koo moaned continuously, hole stretched to the limit, gripping his hyungie's thing so tightly. It felt even better when that little nub was being rubbed mercilessly, drool dripping down his chin and fucked completely dumb. How could Joonie make him feel so, so good with his hands? It should be impossible for a human to do that.
Slick flowed down even more when Namjoon talked to Jungkook like he was nothing but a property. Love and care was nice, of course it was, but something about that deep, rough voice just degrading him to nothing felt like heaven. That heat was getting absurd, thoughts long gone as Koo babbled nonsense along the lines of 'Yes!' and 'I'm yours'.
Like a good boy, Koo obeyed Namjoon. Namjoon owned him, he was nothing but Joonie's little wife, never able to leave his side. The thought of being filled with babies was enough to make him come, body shaking violently while spilling everywhere, the sensation not going away as his hyungie kept thrusting. It's okay, Jungkookie could be a good toy for his Joonie. Just an object. "Wan' babies... Hyung's babies..."
Everything about Jungkook is overwhelming. The way he doesn’t make a single protest even as Namjoon fucks into him like he’s nothing but a little doll, gushing all over his cock. And wanted to be bred, too. He was perfect, a perfect little one made for Namjoon only. When he comes to his senses the next morning he knows he’ll regret everything. He’ll fuss over Jungkook as much as he can, apologize for being rough, and even go as far as saying he would never fuck Jungkook like that again. But for now he focuses on his own release. He lifts Jungkook up and down on his cock, feeling how his tiny little pussy milked his length for all its worth. Only a few minutes after, he feels the coil in his stomach snap, and with a loud groan, he fills the little mermaid up to the brim. It’d be a miracle if Jungkook wasn’t knocked up after tonight.
The exhaustion from earlier finally catches up to Namjoon, but he’s still half delirious. “Gotta keep you plugged up, Kookie,” He mumbles, keeping Jungkook firmly on his softening cock. Didn’t want his seed to leak out, as if he’d been hard-wired to focus on actually breeding Jungkook. He shuffles a bit so he can lay down with Jungkook on his chest, tiny pussy still plugged up by his cock.
“Don’t leave,” He instructs, already half asleep. He strokes Jungkook’s back up and down, feeling a slight headache incoming. “If you’re not here in the morning I can’t make sure if you’re pregnant or not.”
Getting fucked into even after coming was a mix of painful with deliciously arousing. It felt like actual heaven getting his own release, and soon enough, there was something Joonie was pumping into him. That weird, white liquid again, probably. It was just so much, his tummy definitely will get bloated from the amount that got in him. Maybe he'd be able to have babies like that!
Koo's brain was barely functioning, so he could only mumble incomplete words in response to Joonie's own. He wanted to tell hyungie that he loved him so much, that there was no way he'd have anyone else's babies, get wrecked like this. But that could be saved for the morning, right? That way, he could talk properly instead of being completely incoherent.
The gentle touches soothed all the pain in his body, relaxing completely against Namjoon's chest and closing his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. " Koo never leave Joonie. Wan' small babies and hyungie forever. " Was the only thing Jungkook managed to let out, quickly falling asleep, body completely spent.