His Hidden Legacy~ Vhope

Cracks in the Foundation.

Authors pov

Jin was beneath Namjoon, his body arching into every thrust as the room filled with the lewd symphony of skin meeting skin and their ragged breaths. Jin’s face was flushed, lips parted as moans escaped uncontrollably. His hands clawed at Namjoon’s back, desperate for more contact as Namjoon set a brutal pace, driving into him with precision.

"Fuck," Namjoon groaned, sweat dripping down his temple as he focused on Jin beneath him. "You're so tight, baby."

Jin whimpered, his legs locking around Namjoon’s waist, pulling him impossibly closer. "Joon, don’t stop," he gasped, his voice a broken plea. His head fell back against the pillows, exposing his neck, which Namjoon immediately took advantage of, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down the flushed skin.

Namjoon slowed his movements for a moment, intertwining their fingers and pinning Jin’s hands above his head. Jin’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Namjoon’s intense gaze. "Stay still," Namjoon whispered, his voice low and commanding. He dug their joined hands into the bed, holding Jin firmly in place as he resumed his relentless rhythm.

Jin’s cries grew louder, his entire body trembling as Namjoon angled his hips to hit that perfect spot. "Oh my god, Joon! Right there!" Jin’s voice cracked, his toes curling as his back arched off the bed.

Namjoon smirked, leaning down to capture Jin’s lips in a searing kiss. Their tongues tangled in a heated dance as Namjoon’s thrusts grew harder, more erratic. Jin’s hands, still pinned, squeezed Namjoon’s tightly as he bucked his hips to meet each thrust, the overwhelming pleasure building to an unbearable peak.

Suddenly, a knock echoed through the room, breaking the spell. Namjoon froze mid-thrust, his body tense as he glanced toward the door.

"Don’t stop," Jin hissed, using his legs to push Namjoon deeper into him. "Ignore it."

Namjoon hesitated but eventually pulled out, much to Jin’s dismay. "Jin, someone’s at the door," he said breathlessly, climbing off the bed to grab his clothes.

Jin sat up, covering himself with the sheets as he glared at Namjoon. "Are you serious right now?" he snapped, his voice dripping with irritation.

Namjoon ignored him, pulling on his shirt before opening the door to reveal Hoseok standing there, looking sheepish. "I’m so sorry for interrupting, but I think I burnt the food I was cooking," Hoseok mumbled, avoiding Namjoon’s eyes.

"What the actual fuck?" Jin muttered from the bed, his irritation boiling over.

He climbed out of bed, wrapping the blanket around himself as he stormed toward the door. "Hoseok, deal with your problem by yourself and leave us the fuck alone!" Jin’s voice was sharp and cutting.

"Jin, stop," Namjoon said softly, giving him a pleading look.

But Jin had reached his limit. "No, Namjoon! I’ve had enough of this shit!" He turned to Hoseok, his voice rising. "Why the hell are you even here? You’re constantly in the way, always needing attention like a fucking child!"

Hoseok’s eyes filled with tears as he backed away, his lip trembling. "I didn’t mean to—"

"Enough!" Namjoon snapped, stepping between them. "Jin, you’re out of line!"

"Out of line?" Jin laughed bitterly, his voice laced with venom. "You’ve been coddling him like he’s some fragile doll ever since he got here. What about us, Namjoon? Do we even matter anymore? Do I matter?"

"Of course you matter!" Namjoon yelled back. "But Hoseok is going through something right now, and I’m not going to turn my back on him!"

Their argument escalated, harsh words flying back and forth as Hoseok stood frozen, tears streaming down his face.

“Stop it!” Hoseok suddenly screamed, tears streaming down his face. Both Namjoon and Jin turned to him, startled by his outburst.

“Please, just stop fighting because of me,” Hoseok cried, his voice shaking. “I’ll leave soon, okay? Just give me some time to find a job and save enough for an apartment. I’ll be out of your lives, and you can go back to being happy without me ruining everything.”

“Hoseok—” Namjoon started, stepping toward him, but Hoseok held up a hand.

“No,” Hoseok said firmly, his tears betraying the strength he tried to muster. “You don’t need to explain anything. I’ll figure it out. I’m sorry for being such a burden.”

He turned to leave, but Namjoon made a move to follow him. Jin grabbed Namjoon’s wrist, his grip firm.

“If you follow him, Namjoon,” Jin said coldly, his voice low and trembling with anger, “we’re done. Don’t you dare take another step.”

Namjoon froze, his shoulders sagging as he let out a defeated sigh. He watched as Hoseok disappeared down the hallway before turning back into the room, his heart heavy.

Jin crossed his arms, glaring at Namjoon. “Good choice,” he muttered, but the tension in the room was palpable.