money, power and glory

seokjin had looked so gorgeous all night, his long hair pushed back to show off his forehead, makeup immaculate, wearing a suit that shaped his body so well. he had taken namjoon to one of seoul's most expensive restaurants, walked in with his head held high and talked as if he owned the place. they had sipped on old, rich red wine and dined on some of the finest cuisines the world had to offer.

but throughout their entire dinner, seokjin had been leaving his hand dangerously high on namjoon's thigh, whispering dirty things in his ear, giving him kisses that lingered a little longer than they should have, teasing him and treating him so delicately. namjoon's frustration had been building up for hours.