The Kim twins

Chapter 18: Party, party yeah. - part 2. 🔞

Jin had checked almost the entire mansion, until his eyes finally landed on Namjoon. He had to admit, the Wang mansion was huge. Three levels, around 14 rooms, it was hard for him to find the one he was looking for. Though he swore he already checked the living room once when he spotted the one he was looking for.

"You're dancing or having a stroke?" Jin whispered yelled at Namjoon, which was dancing around. Namjoon's eyes widened.

Jin was looking like a hot mess, while he felt a little too under dressed. Namjoon was wearing a pair of washed up jeans and a blue t-shirt. Though Jin was wearing similar clothes, Namjoon couldn't stop noticing how classy it looked on Jin. He could swore Jin could wear a garbage bag shirt and still look fabulous.

"I know I'm hot, you can stop drooling now." Jin chuckled.

Namjoon had to apologize. Jin must have felt offended by his reaction. He took the boy's hand and dragged him into an empty room. Namjoon knew the Wang mansion as the back of his hand. He lost count of how many nights he spent with Jackson and their friends.

Jin followed him with a blank expression, saying nothing. Once they were inside, he sat on the bed, his back leaned on the headboard while his legs were crossed. "You wanted to talk to me again?" Jin asked in a sarcastic tone.

"I owe you an apology." Namjoon looked a bit terrified.

He was scared to be in the same room with Jin, but at the same time, his heart was beating fast in his chest. The anticipation was killing him inside.

"What for?" Jin raised his eyebrow. "If you didn't like it, you could have said it. There was no need for you to run away like a scared little mouse." He could clearly see the struggle in Namjoon's eyes.

"I know I hurt your feelings..."

"Hold up." Jin cut him off by raising his hand. "I don't have any feelings, but you probably do." He got up to his feet and got closer to Namjoon. Namjoon's back hit the wall and gulped. Jin was too close for his sanity. "I don't have time, nor the patience to teach you who you are."

"That's not..." Namjoon tried to speak, but his breath got stuck in his throat as Jin whispered in his ear, his hot breath caressing his skin.

"I don't care, pretty boy." Jin whispered. He put his hands on Namjoon's chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat underneath his palms. "I know you want me, you know I want you. I'm not gonna force you to do something you would regret later." He traced Namjoon's jaw with light kisses and tongue licks.

Namjoon stiffened. He could feel the desire bubbling inside him, making him internally panicking. Panicked because he wanted Jin to kiss him, panicked because he wasn't ready to face the truth about himself.

Jin hand trailed down, cupping the boy's cock through his jeans. A moan escaped Namjoon's mouth as he closed his eyes. Jin licked the side of his neck and sucked on the akin until an angry purple hickey stared back at him. Pleased with the result, Jin took a step back.

Namjoon felt the absence of warmth and he opened his eyes, confused to why Jin had stopped. Jin shook his head and smirked.

"Come look for me when you decide what you want." He grabbed the door knob and took a last glance towards Namjoon who didn't speak, or move. "You know, being with another guy doesn't make you less manly."

Namjoon snapped out of his head. Jin was about to walk away from him and he couldn't afford that. He didn't want to. Jin was right, he did want him. Namjoon was absolutely smitten with Jin.