Yandere ➸ Vhope

~35~ (M)

Namjoon gently placed Jin onto the bed and pinned his arms down. He looked down at him hungrily and smashed his lips onto his. Jin's lips were slightly  parted and he took this to his advantage.

He slipped his tongue into Jin's mouth and the two were sharing a sloppy kiss. Jin smiled as Namjoon explored every part of his mouth.

The kiss lasted for a long five minutes before they parted, leaving a long line of saliva to let it be known that the kiss was very, very intense.

"You always know how to take my breath away" Jin said while panting. Namjoon chuckled and pecked his forehead. "You know what I'll be taking next" he stated suggestively. Jin playfully hit his chest. "You and I both know that this won't be our first time."

"But sweetheart, you always make it feel like the first time."

Jin turned a deep shade of red and tried to hide his face but the younger wouldn't let him. Namjoon cupped his cheeks and kissed his nose. "You look so cute when you blush" he cooed. Before Jin could react, Namjoon kissed him again.

"N-Namjoonie"

"Shhh"

"No, did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"I don't know. It sounds like someone is in the kitchen"

Namjoon hushed him again and leaned in to kiss him when...

Crash!

"WE'RE GONNA DIE!" Jin shouted. Namjoon covered his mouth and hesitantly got up to see what that was. "Lord protect me. I know I'm a sinner but I need some help" he spoke in his head as he tiptoed out of the room. He peeked into the kitchen and saw a black creamy substance smeared on the counters.

Clink!

This sound made him jump. At this point he was terrified and immediately regret trying to play hero. He just wanted to go back in the warm bed with Jin but it was to late for that. "Who's there?! I-I'm not afraid of you Caspar. Why don't you show yourself since you're so tough??" He said boldly even though on the inside he was feeling quite the opposite of bold.

As he looked to his left he caught a glimpse of a figure with long black hair.

"That's it."

Namjoon grabbed a book off the table and went into stealth mode. He calculated his distance from the figure, his attack range, and how many seconds it would take him to reach the door. Once he got it all figured out, he threw the book.

It flew across the room and he quickly made his way to the door.

"Ow!" Someone yelped. It sounded a bit like a child's voice. "Isabelle, is that you?" He asked. "Of course it's me! Who else would it be?? That really fucking—I-I mean fudging—hurt...heh." Isabelle walked over to him and he couldn't obtain the laughter that came over him. Isabelle had black hair dye all over her hands and face. Her hair looked like it was crying out for help. It was a mixture of black and a blondish color and her curls were straightened out. She looked very odd.

"Why did you do this?"

"Well, I wanted to impress daddy and papa with my hair styling skills so I snuck into their bags and got the bleach and hair dye. As you can see, this did not go as planned" she stated with a look of disappointment. Namjoon placed a hand on her shoulder and knelt down to be at eye level with her.