• Mastermind • | NamJin || BOOK 3#

Eleven. Testing

"Did you have a good birthday?"

"Yes! Thank you so much!"

Namjoon smiles at him and leans in to give him a kiss on the cheek. Jin gives a sigh in love and pulling away, waves goodbye. He gets out of the car with his backpack on his shoulder and makes a huge bow. He runs off in the direction of where the driver will come to pick him up. Namjoon gives a sigh. "Ah, with how nice it would have been to at least use his mouth... it'll be another time."

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Jin is in his own world. He didn't ask about anything. He didn't see anyone. He went straight to his room and take a bath. The only reason, he feels like being fresh, looking pretty even to be inside his room and fantasize properly of his upcoming encounters with Namjoon. Eventually they will have sex. He aspires to get there. He idealizes it in a huge and beautiful room, that it will be a starry night, they would come from eating, he would be wearing a clothes he has chosen in advance....

He might not wear a binder.

It would be easier for Namjoon to play with his chest.

Until now I hadn't thought that maybe, he doesn't despise his body so much: what he hates is that they don't respect his identity. That they go out of their way to call him by female pronouns, expect him to be inferior to his male sibling, he knows they would want him to be female (identity-wise) to use as bait to some big shot businessman.

They don't care.

Not even her twin.

She's a piece of meat or a punching bag.

With Namjoon it's different. It makes him feel loved, complete, accepted; that even the grudges to his body are diminished and he revisits it as a possibility not to change it even if he is a man. Having his breasts (although if they grow too much he would reduce them), keeping his vagina, not taking hormones....

Everything Namjoon causes is so wonderful.

Out of curiosity, getting in the tub and with the water at the perfect spot with a couple of bath salts, she starts touching herself. He tries to imitate Namjoon's patterns. Every rub, every squeeze, every kiss. She gasps and moans, left on her breast, right on her crotch. He closes his eyes, a little deeper in the tub, masturbating without thinking of anything but imagining Namjoon doing this for him.

It would be great.

As well as having locked the door.

. . .

Jin looks at Seokjin, who keeps silent and looks at her with the same caution. Both making sure the other doesn't do anything to spark an argument. The usual thing would be to tell her that she is a slut, that she must have whored all night long with every man in her way; however, remembering her aggressiveness of yesterday makes him keep quiet.

Or long enough.

"You're crazy."

Jin smiles, proud.

"You look pretty in that purple."

Seokjin snorts, disgusted.

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"How many doses does he have?"

"I just gave him number twenty."

Namjoon gives a laugh, looking pretty good. He hasn't exploded, he hasn't gone into a coma, he can still get more doses of Smiley face. He decided to have a small group to test what he's going to trade and it's gone perfect. More than he himself expected. He is a fan as he was timed: