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Episode 9: Plot Twists and Namjoon's Lesbian Porn

What the fuck.

Y/n blinked as she watched Namjoon read the book in his hands. She recognized it all too well, and she hated herself for recognizing it: it was a lesbian erotica novel. What the fuck was Kim Namjoon, the one who talked to his bike like it was a breathing person, doing reading lesbian porn?

The kitchen was not the best setting for reading such dark fantasies. Yes, it was night, but the kitchen? Really? Anyone could walk in at any time. Actually, knowing the remaining boys, Y/n had a feeling they wouldn't pay Namjoon any mind. Jimin would want to read it after Namjoon, Jin would scoff and go back to looking in the mirror, Taehyung wouldn't even see him, and Jungkook wouldn't know what lesbian porn was anyway.

It was the elimination episode, and after filming each boy pleading their case to Y/n, they were getting ready for the final scene: elimination. She came to get Namjoon for the final scene, but he was too busy reading erotica. Granted, seeing as Y/n recognized the book, she was in no position to judge. However, seeing a man like Namjoon reading it was still throwing her for a loop.

"Wondering why this is my book of choice?" Namjoon asked as he set it down, marking his place with his crab-themed bookmark.

"I was expecting something more philosophical."

"What? A man can't enjoy titties and ass?"

"Namjoon!"

Namjoon chuckled as he stood, wobbling a bit. That was when she realized it: he was drunk. Seeing Namjoon drunk brought butterflies to her stomach. It wasn't because of the concept of seeing the vulnerable side of him, it was because he was a big softie who came over and hugged her. As it turned out, drunk Joon was a soft one.

She laughed and hugged back, rubbing her head against his chest and enjoying the way his muscles felt like pillows. They were heavenly. Like actually, she could die in that moment and she'd have no regrets. It was crazy what Namtiddies could do to her mental state.

"Just in case I go home today," he said, pausing to pull back. "I want to do this." Ah, so that was why he was drunk: to gain the courage to do whatever it was he wanted to do.

"What do you want to do?"

He didn't answer verbally. He answered with his body. In a flash, his lips were on hers, and her back was pressed against the kitchen wall. A plate clattered as it slid into the sink, Namjoon grabbing her thigh and picking it up. It wrapped around his waist, her gasping for air as he parted from her lips and kissed down her neck. He tugged her shirt down, leaving a hickey on her collarbone without so much as glancing up at her.

Namjoon left wet spots on her neck and collarbone, blowing cold air over each area and going back to sucking on them after. Her hands grabbed his hair, and her head threw itself back against the wall. Another plate clattered its way into the sink, the counter next to her causing her to pull on him.

He got the hint and placed her on top of it, kissing her again. This kiss was much more passionate, their mouths moving in-sync and forming a pattern that hypnotized her. His hands explored every inch of her, rubbing over her hips and massaging the curve of her ass. It distracted her from the kiss. The tips of his fingers were teasing her, pulling at her figure until she was sure she'd melt into his arms.

Thankfully, she stayed conscious long enough to pull back and gasp for air. They were both out of breath, Namjoon's face flushed both from the alcohol and the kiss. His lips were coated with a thin layer of saliva, sweat beginning to form on the sides of his head. That was without mentioning the way he tightened his grip on her, his nails leaving marks.