The Kim twins

Chapter 15: Kiss kiss. 🔞

Namjoon didn't know if he could pretend as well as Yoongi could. They had talked before about the new plan, they couldn't let the twins escape their clutches. Once with their disappearance, Namjoon and Yoongi found themselves in troubled waters.

Yoongi decided to drink a bit and pretend he was drunk, very drunk, and Jungkook agreed to help them. Jungkook would make Harley stay with Yoongi for the night, saying things along the lines of how needy and desperate he was for her attention, and most importantly, she had to stay with him or he would raise hell throughout the campus.

Jungkook had texted him and said it's all on track, now Namjoon had to play his part. The thing was, Namjoon wasn't gay, or at least he thought he wasn't. It was obvious that Jin wanted more, if he was to judge by the innuendos the boy delivered to Namjoon.

Jin wasn't repulsive, he was aesthetically pleasing, and most important, he was a smart guy. Namjoon loved a good challenge, especially since it was challenging for his mind too. There weren't many people he deemed smart enough for him to even give them a shred of his attention. He always planned ahead, calculating his moves. He never rushed, never went in a battle unarmed. He gathered as much information he could on Jin, to make it easier, but nothing about the boy screamed easy to Namjoon.

Jin was a lose card, a lose cannon. He never followed a certain pattern, his moves were not swift, yet, everything seemed to be planned in a chaotic way. Jin was bold, demanding, a real dom, if Namjoon were to describe the boy with accuracy. His ex was easy to maneuver. She thought she was trendsetter, but she was nothing but a copy. Namjoon jumped into a relationship with her, because she was beautiful, and deemed they would make a cute couple, the power couple of the university. That until she started talking. She bored him to death, there was nothing original about her, while Jin, was the epitome of a walking mystery.

Every time Namjoon thought he deciphered Jin, the boy did something that completely disapproved Namjoon's theories. Now they were in his room, Hoseok had promised to stay away and give them privacy. It was either the twins or Jimin. And Jimin had hurt enough for a lifetime. The twins could take it. They were strong and they had each other. Were they scared the twins would say something against them? No. They weren't. Even if the twins would say something against them, no one would believe them. The twins were the troublemakers, the new kids on the block. Of course the students would side with them, saying whatever Yoongi or him wanted.

Jin had his arms crossed on his chest, staring at Namjoon with his eyebrow raised. "So what? You brought me here to stare at me? I know I'm gorgeous, but this is ridiculous."

"Where were you?" Namjoon demanded to know.

Jin burst out laughing. "Hold your Spanish Inquisition." He raised his right hand. "Who are you to demand something from me? I didn't know I had to report to you, Mr. Kim Namjoon."

Namjoon ran his tongue over his front teeth. "What if something would have happened to Jimin? Huh? Have you thought about that? You promised to protect him, yet you disappeared the next day."

Jin smirked and jumped on the bed that was closer to him, he didn't care if it was Namjoon's or his roommate. "Yoongi swore to never touch him again, and whether we are here or not, is irrelevant. We already have eyes and ears around this place. Even if I'm in Mexico, I'll still protect him." Jin rubbed his chin and looked at Namjoon straight into his eyes. "You can fake many things, but some things can't stay hidden."

Namjoon was taken aback because of that one statement. Had Jin already figured it out? Had they said something in the presence of one of the twins snitches? "What are you talking about?" He faked innocence. Maybe Jin didn't know anything, just going on a hunch. He wasn't going to give himself out. He wasn't that stupid.

"Let's be real here for a moment. Shall we? I mean, I never pegged you as a coward, but even I am wrong from time to time. Am I wrong Namjoon?" Jin smirked devilishly. There was a hint of dare in his eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Namjoon had lost the round.

For the first time in forever, he had no answer, no way of dealing with Jin. Maybe Jin's wins never came from planning. Maybe Jin dealt with things how they came, chance with a dash of luck.

Jin scoffed and got up to his feet. "How about you look for me when you decide? Now, you're just wasting both our times. And mine is more valuable than yours."

Namjoon was internally panicking. He had to make a connection with Jin. Something. He had to come up with something, and fast, before Jin would walk out the door. In a desperate moment, Namjoon kissed Jin.

At first, the kiss was meant to be chaste, but soon changed into a needy one. Jin parted his lips and wrapped his arms around Namjoon's waist, dragging him closer. His tongue forced an entry and pushed past any barriers until it was inside Namjoon's mouth. A moan escaped Namjoon's lips, as Jin's tongue was swirling inside his mouth, making love to it, tasting every inch of his mouth. His teeth raking Namjoon's bottom lip. Jin smirked as Namjoon moaned again in Jin's mouth, sending shivers down straight to his cock.

Jin pushed Namjoon on the bed and sat on his lap. "See? It wasn't so hard to do it."

Namjoon didn't understand any words Jin had spoken. His mind was filled with lust. A needy, greedy feeling born inside his soul. His body was aching to be touched. He wanted Jin to wrap his pretty lips around his cock.

Jin saw the lust in Namjoon's eyes. "Straight my ass." He whispered low enough not to be heard. He started grinding his ass on top of Namjoon's crotch, feeling his cock hardening in the process. Jin leaned down and traced Namjoon's jaw with light wet kisses. "You're so pretty when you're flushed." He whispered in his ear.

Namjoon mumbled some incoherent words Jin didn't understand. Nonetheless, the boy underneath him didn't put up a fight, so Jin took the boy's shirt off and unconsciously licked his lips at the sight.

Namjoon's skin was perfect. A blank canvas for Jin to paint with purple bruises, marking him as his own. Not many people knew the truth about Jin. Jin was big on owning the person he decided he would date. He didn't like to share, didn't like others to have a chance to touch something that was his, and Namjoon had all that was needed to become Jin's next plaything. Namjoon raised his arms to take Jin's shirt off.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Jin grabbed Namjoon's hands and pinned them above his head. "Now you're at my mercy." Jin licked his earlobe, pinching it slightly with his teeth. "Say that you are mine."

"Hmpf." Was all that Namjoon managed to say as he started grinding faster and faster. He wanted some sort of release, he desperately wanted to cum, to shove his cock deep inside Jin's hole.

"Use your words baby." Jin urged.

Consent was important to him. Jin would not touch anyone without a coherent answer, a coherent approval.

"Mmm." Namjoon was too far gone to understand what he was doing.

The things Jin did to his body was making him crazy. His mind was blank and he could barely remember his own name. Straight or gay, in that moment he hardly cared what he was. Jin released Namjoon 's hands and snapped his fingers in the boy's face, waking him up from his both hell and heaven.

Namjoon stared at Jin, finally setting in what he was doing. He pushed Jin away with all his strength and ran away from the room, not bothering putting his shirt back.

Jin stared at the close door in disbelief, but not totally surprised. He could clearly see that Namjoon was enjoying himself a few minutes ago, but a part of his brain had been reactivated and fought against his own feelings.

"Whatever." Jin sighed. "I didn't have time for this." With that, he left towards his own room.