Kim Mafia

Chapter 22

"Because you made this heart flutter for the first time." Hoseok said, looking straight into Jin's eyes.

"I think you are using too much of that information," Jin said and withdrew his hand.

"I'm serious, Jin,"

"What are you trying to say? That you have feelings for me?"

"Yes, maybe,"

"Maybe?" Jin scoffed, getting off Hoseok's lap. He walked over to the side of the bed, back towards Hoseok.

"You aren't taking me seriously,"

Jin turned towards him, eyes hard "Yes I'm not."

"Jin-"

"Do you know how ridiculous it sounds?"

"Is it wrong for me to know about you?"

"You don't need to, okay? We can function well without these information,"

"I'm not stopping."

"Hoseok-"

"I don't know why you hate the idea of me liking you. I just know I never felt like this for a person before. And I want to know you,"

Jin sighed, massaging his head. Hoseok stood up and held Jin's hand. He caressed it and led him back to the bed. He slowly pushed him onto the bed and climbed over him.

"Give me a chance," Hoseok whispers, kissing Jin's neck.

"I know you will not listen to me. So do whatever you want," Jin said, looking away.

Hoseok let out a little smile and began to kiss all over his body. He reached down and played with his clit, feeling the nub between his fingers. Leaving kisses over his chest, he moved to stomach. He continued his actions for some time but got no reaction from Jin. He hadn't moaned, moved or gotten wet. Hoseok was disappointed and he let him go. He sat back and asked

"Am I not doing it right?"

Jin was just staring at the ceiling.

"Can you at least talk to me?" Hoseok's voice rose without him noticing it.

"Talk huh? Did we ever just talk without getting angry? Even now you sound angry," Jin said, looking at him.

Hoseok swallowed and looked away. "We can work on it,"

"Sure," Jin sat up, "Tell me when you're ready,"

Hoseok took off his jacket and wrapped it around Jin's shoulders, eyes downcast "First, can you wear your clothes?"

"Why?" Jin stood up and walked over to his closet "Find me too sexy?" he opened it and brought out a hoodie.

Hoseok kept looking at his hands, as Jin wore the hoodie. He smirked when he saw Hoseok. He walked over to him and climbed on the bed, lying against the pillows. "You didn't answer,"

Hoseok refused to look at him, feeling hot "It's distracting"

Jin pouted at his answer. He folded his legs, "It's not the right answer. Anyway, you said you wanted to talk."

"So we can start with small things-"

"Why are sitting there? Can't you see your husband is cold?"

Hoseok frowned "But it's warm,"

Jin rolled his eyes "It was your chance to join me in the bed,"

A little oh left Hoseok's lips. He nodded and climbed in the bed. His breath hitched when he noticed how Jin was lying. No underwear, legs propped up and a complete under view.

Jin smirked when he saw how aroused Hoseok got. Well, who wouldn't? Hoseok's eyes stayed there for minute too long. He tried to focus anywhere else and damn he focused on the legs. It wasn't great for hard member at all. The sight was too erotic or maybe Jin himself was too erotic.

"Are you going join or keep staring?" Jin asked, smirking.

Hoseok coughed and looked at him, eyes dark. He slowly sat by his side, trying not to look at him.

"Favourite color?" Jin asked.

"Don't know. You?"

"Red. Favourite food."

"Every thing is fine as long as it isn't poisoned,"

Jin laughed before understanding. He looked at Hoseok shocked "You were poisoned!?"

Hoseok nodded his head, not looking bothered by the fact.

"How many times?"

"I don't remember. Your answer?"

"I love food and don't really have favorites. Hmmm.... maybe strawberry?"

Their peaceful talk continued till late at night. By then they learned little things about each other. No one was ready to let the other know about big things and neither of them asked.

"I should get going," Jin said as he checked his phone to see it was 1 am.

Hosoek shifted uncomfortably but tried not to stop him. He just nodded.

~SCENE CHANGE~

Jin closed the door behind him and began to walk towards his room. Sleep in his mind. He placed his hand on the door knob to open it when he was pulled back and pushed against the wall.