Am I not enough? [Namjin Fanfic] [A short $mut Novel]

4. Carrot Game (M)

Jin lay on his bed, thinking about his encounter with Namjoon in the spa cabin. It had been three days since then, and Jin had only just started walking normally again. When he regained consciousness that day in the shower cabin, he found himself wrapped securely in a bathrobe, the door mysteriously locked from the inside. Only Namjoon could explain how that happened.

"It was just his fingers... not him, just his fingers. What is he? A genie?" Jin blushed at the memory replaying in his mind. "Anyone would wish for something magical like that, but not everyone finds their genie to grant it." Despite the thrill of the memory, Jin felt a bit disheartened by how casually Namjoon was treating him in college, as if nothing had happened between them. He thought, "If only I could get him alone again... He's been avoiding being alone since I made those bold moves."

Jin muttered to himself, "If only I knew where he lived... things would be different." Suddenly, a realization hit him. "Wait... he knew my address. He dropped me off that day without asking where my house was. How did he know?" The question left Jin more curious than ever.

At Namjoon's apartment:

While preparing dinner, Namjoon sensed someone behind him. He quickly turned around, only to be greeted by a pair of large doe eyes staring at him. Before he could speak, a hand covered his mouth. Namjoon sighed and yanked the hand away. "Jin, when are you going to stop giving me heart attacks? How long will you keep playing these games?"

Jin grinned mischievously. "I have two questions. Answer them, and I'll leave," he said.

Namjoon crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "Go on."

"How did you know my address that day?" Jin asked, curiosity evident in his voice.

Namjoon smirked and continued prepping his meal, not offering an answer.

"Professor, tell me. How did you know where I live?" Jin pressed, unwilling to let it go.

Namjoon replied slyly, "Nothing is free in this world. What do you think the price for that answer is?"

Jin's face showed a hint of disappointment, but he wasn't ready to give up. "Name your price, but I need my answer," Jin insisted.

Namjoon, ever the tease, pulled Jin closer, their lips almost touching. With a wicked glint in his eyes, he whispered, "Are you sure you really want to know?"

Jin nodded innocently, anticipating an intimate moment. Namjoon slowly turned Jin around, reaching for something on the counter before sneakily slipping his hand into Jin's blue shorts. Jin, lost in Namjoon's intense gaze, didn't fully grasp what was happening. He soon felt Namjoon's cold fingers teasing his butt, causing him to tiptoe and squirm from the sudden sensation. Namjoon gently lifted Jin's chin, locking their eyes for a few brief seconds, offering an odd sense of comfort in the situation.

Suddenly, in one swift motion, Namjoon inserted the "thing" into Jin's asshole. Jin, caught off guard, grabbed Namjoon's shoulder in shock and let out a sharp squeal, "Professor...!"

Jin was confused, unable to fully comprehend the cold, strange sensation. As Namjoon adjusted Jin's shorts with a sly grin, he leaned in and whispered in a low, mischievous tone, "Shh, Jin... Relax. It's just a small baby carrot. Nothing serious. If you can keep it there without complaining until we finish dinner, you'll get your answer. If not, you leave and never try to contact me again. Ever. Deal?"

Namjoon's voice was both cold and teasing, setting the challenge. Jin, adjusting to this strange new situation, met Namjoon's gaze and firmly replied, "It's a deal."

They both began their game, each playing in their own way. Namjoon continued preparing a simple dinner for two, holding Jin with one hand while frying ham in the pan with the other. When the toaster pinged, signaling the toast was ready, Namjoon moved swiftly, making Jin's situation even more difficult to manage. But Jin held his ground, playing along without faltering.

Once dinner was ready, Namjoon set the table and guided Jin to sit on the other side of the small dining table. Jin composed himself, determined not to show any reaction. As he began eating, Namjoon launched his next move—slipping his foot onto Jin's crotch. Slowly, Namjoon circled his sole against him and asked with a teasing smirk, "Do you still want your answer, Jin?"

Jin, struggling against the intense sensation Namjoon was putting him through, barely managed to speak through the overwhelming feeling. "Yes, sir. I do..."

Now it was Namjoon's turn to be impressed by Jin's persistence. He challenged him again, "Don't cum before dinner ends. Let's see who wins." Smirking, Namjoon increased the pressure, circling his foot faster while gripping Jin's hand tightly. Jin understood the wicked game Namjoon was playing, but he refused to give in.

Namjoon teased, "How does it feel to be stuffed and touched at both ends?" The verbal taunt added to Jin's struggle, pushing him closer to the edge. Namjoon knew exactly what he was doing, sensing Jin's limits through the tension in his body. Just as Jin reached his breaking point, Namjoon stopped abruptly, leaving Jin to collapse onto the table, utterly drained.

With a victorious tone, Namjoon declared, "You lost, Jin."