Save Me - BTS Family

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Jin stretched lazily against Namjoon's chest, his skin still tingling from their earlier activities.
The dim lighting cast a golden hue over them, enhancing the peaceful moment.
Namjoon's fingers traced slow circles on Jin's bare back, his touch featherlight, sending little shivers down Jin's spine.

"You're perfect," Namjoon murmured, his voice deep and filled with affection.

Jin smirked, tilting his head slightly. "I know."

Namjoon chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to Jin's temple. "So sassy."

"You love it," Jin replied smugly, turning to face him, their noses almost touching.

Namjoon hummed in agreement, his eyes darkening as his fingers trailed lower, teasing the sensitive dip of Jin's spine. "I do."

Jin gasped slightly, his body instinctively arching closer. "Mmm... feels like you want another round."

Namjoon's lips curved into a knowing smile. "Would that be a problem?"

Jin scoffed. "Hardly. But let me remind you, you're the one who begged for a break after round two."

Namjoon groaned dramatically. "You just love rubbing that in, don't you?, that was just one time thing"

Jin rolled on top of him, straddling his waist with a smug expression. "I rub a lot of things, Joon. This one just happens to be my favorite."

Namjoon let out a low chuckle, gripping Jin's hips as their lips met, the kiss slow and teasing at first before quickly deepening. Jin's fingers tangled in Namjoon's hair, tugging slightly, making the younger man groan into his mouth. Their bodies pressed closer, heat building between them again—

BANG. BANG. BANG.

A loud knock shattered their bubble.

"DADA! APPA! OPEN THE DOOR!"

Jin froze. Namjoon let out a long, suffering sigh, pressing his forehead against Jin's chest.

Jin whispered, horrified, "I will actually kill them."

Another knock, followed by an insistent voice. "We know you're in there."

"Tae, go away," Namjoon called out, rubbing his temples.

Jimin's voice piped in. "We heard you."

Jin's eyes snapped open in horror. "YOU WHAT?!"

Taehyung snickered from the other side. "Come on, it's nothing new."

Jin grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at the door, even though it had no effect. "I swear, if you two don't leave in the next five seconds—"

Jimin whined dramatically. "But we're hungry!"

Jin buried his face in his hands. "You have hands. Use them"

Taehyung's voice held a mischievous lilt. "Yeah, well, so do you, but...."

Jimin smacked him audibly. "DON'T."

Namjoon, done with the entire situation, sat up and ran a hand through his hair. "Go eat something. Or bother Yoongs."

"Yoongi hyung locked his door."

Jin grumbled. "Smartest one in this family."

Jimin snickered. "We're waiting, Dada. Appa. Chop chop."

Jin hurled another pillow at the door. "GET OUT!"
Laughter echoed as their two adopted sons ran off, their footsteps fading down the hallway.

Namjoon fell back against the pillows, groaning. "We really need to move out."