morning came through the thin lace curtains. the suns rays of light fell onto the skin of two boys. one was a middle aged man who watched the teenager sleep. his soft breaths were the only thing that made music in his ears. his small stomach rising up and down with the hair touching his eyelids. the lashes long and fluttered.
"namjoon? may i come in to talk?" the father spoke from the other side of the door. namjoon bursted up. jimin fell from his chest and onto his side. he was still in a deep sleep which made him struggle to get him out.
"uh, yes! i, um, i just need to get my night clothes off," he says, standing up. he quietly opened the joint bathroom and snuck back into the room.
"nonsense! we're both men," he puts his hand onto the doorknob. namjoon felt like his body went through a major jolt of electricity when he heard the knob jiggle. he picked up jimin and rushed him into his own room. he threw him onto the bed, making him stir and wake up. namjoon placed a hand onto his mouth and rushed back to his own room.
by the time the old man made his way inside of namjoons room, he had threw himself onto his office chair and placed his glasses onto his nose. the man closed the door behind him carefully and sat in front of the desk.
"i would like to apologise for last night," he started out. "normally i don't hit my sun since he is well behaved. i just don't know what got into him."
namjoon shrugged. "kids his age say things they don't mean."
the man nodded. "i think you'd be a perfect man to be principal of my school."
"why it's an honor," he smiled. his brown hair fell over his eyes as he did so.
"i also wanted to tell you that we're attending church and if you'd like to come along then you may just as well." he stood up and walked through the joint bathroom. namjoon bit his lip and wondered if jimin heard any of that. he looked into his room to see jimin covering his ears with the pillow as his father picked him out an outfit like a kid.
"i don't want to go, father, please!" he whined into the air. his white shirt made his skin seem more caramel in the daylight.
"namjoon is going," he says. jimins eyes attach to his. a slow blush formed onto his cheeks as jimin smirked. "so you should come."
"fine," he says. "let me meet up with hyungs first, please." he stood up and took the clothes that his father laid out. as his father walked out of the room jimin looked him right in the eyes and started taking off his shirt.
"i kinda like bad boy jimin," hoseok chuckles as they sat in the library of jimins home. before the mishap they had when his father came home.
taehyung nodded, agreeing. "it's sexy," he winked at jimin who hit his arm.
"i'm telling him i don't want to attend church anymore. it's not the twenties anymore. it's not something that needs to be a part of everyones life."
"out yourself first, man," hoseok says. jimin shook his head vigorously. "you're right. he'd probably hit you more than he does already."
jimin took their words carefully. his eyes met with namjoons when the door to his room closed. he started to take off his shirt. the soft skin was dewy and looked moisturized even from the distance. namjoon gulped as his eyes trailed over the muscle-less body. jimin put on the white shirt slowly, eyes now away from the elder as he watched. he took his pants and slowly pulled them down. namjoons face turned hot in the cool room as his eyes scanned the body. his muscular thighs being the only slightly thick on his body.
jimins hands hit the waist band of his underwear. he looked up at namjoon before smiling and closing the door. namjoon didn't realise he was holding his breath until he started panting as his back hit the bed. he rubbed his face and shook his head. "what the hell just happened?"
