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?
"Yeah, sure," he said, trying to sound nonchalant. "Do you have anything else right now? I'd rather do this somewhere we won't be interrupted for five minutes." Namjoon nodded and gestured for him to follow.
Jin walked behind him, at a fair distance, and just remembering how they needed to pretend they weren't getting chummy with one another annoyed him. But hell, Jin was right; if he were to get over him the next minute after coming inside his ass -- Shoot, what the hell was he thinking? He bit down on his bottom lip so that the pain would distract him from such horny thoughts. As much as he had tried not to think about it, he still very much wanted to get Jin on all fours, pound his gorgeous ass and fill him with his cum.
Ah well, those were just horny thoughts, indeed, he tried to convince himself. He walked out of the building, with Jin on his tail. A quiet place was what he needed right now, too.
He crossed the quad quickly, taking Jin behind one of the buildings that were now being renovated, as that was the most likely place students wouldn't wander by accident. He stopped and turned to see if Jin was still with him. Leaning against the wall, he took another long look at the other.
Yeah, Jin didn't look too good, not in the sense that he was any less gorgeous, but he looked a bit worn out. "So, what's up?" he asked. Jin took one deep breath.
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"What's up is that you're avoiding me, so I thought we should clear the air. Is our deal no longer valid? I'd like to know so that I can --" Namjoon needed to stop him. Can what? Find a boyfriend? No freaking way.
"No," he replied quickly. "It's valid." Jin gave him a hard look.
"Joon, it's all right if you no longer want this. I'm sorry, but I'm not one for games." "What games?" Namjoon protested.
Jin sighed. "You act like someone who doesn't want anything to do with me. And it's fine, I assure you.
Just be honest, please. It wouldn't surprise me." Like Namjoon was just a little case of history repeating; the proverbial lightbulb lit inside his brain.
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Ah, damn it, he wasn't like that asshole, no matter what Jin had lived through before. "I want to fuck you," he blurted out. Jin's eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Really? Then you're sending strange signals if that's the case." "But I don't want to fuck you at the same time," Namjoon continued, aware of his aggressive tone but not exactly able to help it. Jin pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Well, that can only mean that you're confused. Again, I'm fine--" "Well, I'm not fine with it." Namjoon pushed himself away from the wall, groaned, and ran his hands over his face.
He was surprised when a warm hand touched his shoulder. Opening his eyes, he noticed Jin close, too close for him to get his mind together properly. Was there pity in those amber eyes? Like hell, he needed that.
He suddenly grabbed Jin by the front of his shirt, making him gasp. "Look here, Mr. Fancy Pants, the thing is this. I don't want to get over you."
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Only staring at that perfect mouth opening and closing without letting one sound out was enough to drive him nuts.
