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XII (Ꮇ)

AN: So I just wanna say that I am aware that Namjin didn't do the whole track of Trouble together, but for the sake of this story, lets go along with it.
My best regards,
- _vellichxrrsuga_

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"We're done. It's a hit." Namjoon smiled, dimples on full display. If it wasn't noticeable already, Namjoon and Yoongi both had a dream to produce, both being  underground rappers.

Jin smiled excitedly, proud that for once, he and Namjoon were getting along. "I guess I should leave now. It was nice working with you, Kim PD-Nim." Jin giggled softly before getting up to leave.

He was stopped by a hand catching his wrist, confused and surprised, he turned back to look at Namjoon. "Yes?" He said.

"Hey Jin? Uhm... I know it's not gonna change shit but... I'm really sorry, y'know." Namjoon spoke, standing up and towering over Jin who felt his heart stop mid beat.

"Oh...no problem, Joonie." He responded solemnly, turning to leave again but this time he was pulled flush against Namjoon's chest who just looked into his eyes, one hand pressing against his cheek. It was silent. Too silent and tense.

"What are-" Jin began, but lips against his interrupted him.

The two engaged in a slow makeout session. Jin's hands glided up Namjoon's broad chest while the elder's hands held the other's delicate face, tilting his head to deepen the kiss before pulling away, both nearly breathless. "Let me show you how sorry I am." He whispered, almost begging.

"Why?" Jin whispered back, a mix of emotions he couldnt quite pinpoint, but one thing was for sure.

He was completely whipped for Namjoon.

"Because I think I might love you. I know that's not saying much, but when you weren't around I missed you. I know I haven't been the best but...just this one chance."

Jin tried to think of all the possible consequences, but his mind was in a haze, and his heart was struck. Nodding, Namjoon smiled as he began to litter kisses on each of Jin's cheeks before going down to his jaw, then finally his neck.

Namjoon lifted the younger's body, placing him on the work desk, which by accident, Jin had pressed the record button, the mistake going unnoticed as the two shared a passionate kiss.

Small yet sweet moans left Jin's lips as Namjoon sucked and bit on his neck, directly at his sweet spot, already having Jin seeing stars. Namjoon's hands rested on Jin's thighs, slowly grazing them up and between his thighs, then curling into the waistband of the younger's shorts, going to the button and undoing it, tugging the shorts down, pulling away to look at Jin for reassurance to which the boy nodded and so both shorts and underwear being discarded, a semi resting between Jin's legs, then doing the same to the shirt, Jin voluntarily raising his arms as the fabric slid right off.

"Beautiful." Namjoon said affectionately, almost star-struck, like he couldn't believe such perfection existed. He didn't feel awkward, after all, Jin felt like a safe place. Namjoon knew there was no judgment.

Jin tried to cover his upper body with his hands, feeling rather shy and small under Namjoon's heavy gaze.

His hands were taken away, looking up to see a soft smile with little dimples on each corner of the owner's lips. "Sorry, I just never realized how pretty you look." Namjoon said, followed by a soft chuckle as he began taking his shirt off.

Jin's breath hitched. Namjoon's body wasn't steroid muscular, moreso he was toned, the soft outline of abs and biceps suit him well along with those veiny and slightly rough hands.

Those said hands began to travel up and down his waist and hips, soft, plump lips leaving gentle kisses along his chest. Once Namjoon removed his sweats, Jin audibly gasped and his whole face flushed a light red. "Oh my god...Namjoon...that behemoth is not gonna fit in me." He shrieked, causing a light laugh to leave the aforementioned. "Don't worry, princess. I'll make it fit." He reassured.

Jin nodded but still bit his lip nervously. "Bend over the chair, I'll prep you first if that makes you feel any better." Namjoon said, to which Jin followed and did as told, agreeing to the statement. "P-Please be gentle." The smaller begged(despite those broad shoulders). "I will, love. Don't worry."

And that's how two fingers ended up inside of Jin's hole. The pain was slowly subsiding, followed by the growing pleasure he was enduring, hands grasping the armrests of the chair tightly, audible moans and light gasps leaving his lips. Namjoon couldn't help but take pride in the fact it was he who was making Jin produce those sinfully sweet sounds.

A third finger later, Jin assured he was ready. Namjoon lined himself directly to the other's slightly gaping entrance before carefully pushing in. Jin sharply inhaled, Namjoon praising him and telling him to relax in the most soothing and caring manner.

He allowed the younger to adjust, and after a minute or so, he tapped on the hand that rested against his waist as an indicator that the taller could move. And he did, slowly, but steady.

It wasn't long before Jin's moans bounced off the walls of the studio, Namjoon's deep grunts mixing in along with the lewd sounds of skin on skin and slick.

All the while, their voices and therefore unholy activities were being recorded. Jin's plead for Namjoon to go harder went with that, the elder's hand lacing into Jin's soft brown locks, tugging the strands, then having Jin's back press against Namjoon's chest, who wrapped a hand around his neck while the smaller's back arched, pushing his ass further against Namjoon's pelvis, eyes rolling back and lips swollen from kissing and parted with pleasure.

"You're doing so well, baby boy." Namjoon praised, making Jin whine as a reaction.

"Daddy~" Jin breathed out. The name slipping out so naturally considering their situation, unaware of the effect it had on the elder.

After a few more thrusts, Jin came first, his legs giving out yet Namjoon held him up firmly by his waist. After the two had an orgasm, Namjoon sat on his office chair, Jin's cum getting on his thighs which he could care less, Jin sat curled up on the elder's lap, now having more cum on his thighs, did Namjoon care? Not at all.

By then, the recorder had stopped recording ten minutes ago due to insufficient tape.

The two panted heavily, eventually coming down from their highs, looking at each other and breathing out a light laugh.

"That felt good." Jin admitted.

"It did. I never realized it. I'm truly sorry for being a dick." Namjoon said, burying his face into Jin's neck.

Jin lightly ran his long, slim fingers through Joonie's sweaty hair, who hummed in response at the comforting gesture.

"It's okay. It's not entirely forgivable but at least now you seem to have a different view. Also.... is it safe to ask...what are we?" Jin hoped he hadn't said the wrong thing, but the pause of silence was broken by Namjoon looking up at him with the most sincere smile.

"Well, would you want to be my boyfriend?" He asked.

Jin's heart skipped a beat, and he slowly nodded in response to the question, his stomach doing flips. "Then it's settled. We are boyfriends."

"Joonie?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

"I love you too."