Fresh Junior Kim Seokjin transferred into the new school. Head Boy Namjoon Feels his blood boiling every time he sees this new boy, at least that's what he says to his boyfriend Min Yoongi. But is there any chemistry or Is something possible?
Namjoon purred, quite audibly, and Jin licked his lips as he investigated along the line separating the buttocks and letting his fingers dart in and out, but only a little. They were walking a thin line here; he should have been in bed by now. "Was he afraid of commitment, so you're afraid, too?" Joon insisted.
"Commitment? Why are you asking? No. Once our month of shenanigans reaches its end, I intend to find someone serious." He hadn't intended to say much, but Namjoon was bugging him with all those questions.
They faced each other again. "Is Jungkook that someone?" "He's a candidate," Jin replied tersely. Joon grimaced.
"No, cross him off the list." "I don't have a list." "Good."
That last word had come out belligerently, like suddenly, they had a bone to pick with each other. Sometimes, Jin wasn't sure Namjoon was the open book he claimed he was. There was no reason for possessiveness between them.
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Yes, their month together involved exclusivity, but it stretched no longer than that. Hmm, hmm, Joon's mind was going in circles, ever since he had let Jin go back to his room. Pieces of the puzzle were coming together, but they didn't tell the whole story yet.
First of all, Jin had had a lover. The word would have made his friends snort and laugh, but it suited the guy. Kim Seokjin didn't have boyfriends; he had lovers because everything he did felt like lovemaking.
Second of all, and the most irritating thing, he had been in love, seriously, deeply in love with that asshole. Joon didn't know a lot about that, but hell, everything was serious when it came to Jin. He was the type of dude that had perfected his blowjobs for his lover's sake.
That took dedication. Third of all, and this was the silver lining, the asshole had ditched Jin. Not that he enjoyed seeing those beautiful amber eyes flicker with hurt, but it was only because of what had happened before that they had a chance to know each other now.
Namjoon rolled onto his belly and sighed. By the end of their month together, Jin would forget that asshole ever existed in his life. Thank goodness the asshole hadn't fucked him; it was Joon's solemn duty to make that so memorable for Jin that he'd never let go.
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He was about to drift into a world of pleasant dreams when there was a short rap on the door. He didn't have a chance to invite the person in, because Jimin stuck his head in, scouting the room in one sweep. "Hey, bud, what's up?" Namjoon asked.
"I heard you had your boyfriend over. Did you score?" Namjoon grabbed a pillow and threw it at Jimin who caught it deftly and then marched toward the bed with mischief in his eyes. They were soon engaged in a battle with the pillow in the middle.
It ended quickly when they both ended up on the floor. "I give up," Joon breathed out. They lay on their backs, catching their breath.
"I scored," Jimin said matter-of-factly. "You wouldn't be the king of hookups otherwise," Namjoon replied in kind. "I thought you didn't read Xpress."
"Jin told me." "Why?" There was puzzlement in the way Jimin asked the question. "He was afraid that I might have regrets about being dethroned."
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