It's My Job ×NamJin×

#6

Namjoon ~

For someone with so little experience, Jin was a really good fuck. I knew he'll bring in a lot of viewers.

After his dumbass ate my noodles and we had a real good time, I decided to keep going over his form. "What's your name gonna be?"

"I don't know yet, I tried brainstorming some but I couldn't come up with a good one."

"Well, do you wanna use your real name?"

He hesitated, "I don't know, I don't want people finding out my real identity."

"You're doing porn, they're gonna find your real identity at one point, but if you don't want to we could brainstorm. What about, 'Sucky Seokjin'?"

He snorted, "That's stupid!"

"Well you don't seem to have any suggestions."

He calmed down from his laughfest, "I think I'll just go with my real name. So if my parents ever google me they'll see I don't need them and they'll be embarrassed to speak of me. Win-win."

"So I'll write down 'Seokjom...." I paused so he could tell me his last name.

"Jin."

"That's actually a really nice name."

"Thanks, I got it myself." I laughed at his stupid joke, he was good company, but bad at the same time. The best kind of company.

I finished writing everything down, "Boom, you're done with the papers. You have outfits, ideas, and a name. Now all that's left is to actually shoot a video."

He blushed, "How soon will that be? I feel like I need to get used to being on camera."

"Not that soon, don't worry. We need to get the camera to like you, so I might film you jacking off or something in here to get you accustomed to it. If you don't want the video up, it won't go up." Jin relaxed a little.

I set the papers aside on the nightstand. "What now?" The boy to my right questioned.

"I don't know, you wanna just, chat? Or is that too weird?"

"No, you're the first person who has actually held a conversation with me, so I'd love to talk." He said, propping himself on his elbow and turning his body towards me. He flashed me a small smile, and it sent shocks in my brain. It was cute.

Now, normally I wouldn't mind thinking someone is cute, but this is my employee.

I can't like him, can I?

I brushed it off, I'm choosing to ignore it, it's for the best.

"Hey, Jin, why were you homeless?"

He tensed, and I felt like I made a mistake. His broad shoulders shrugged up a little, and his plump, pink lips twitched slightly. Jin looked at the bedsheets, "Th-that's none of your business."

I put my hands up, "Sorry, I didn't mean to impose."

"It's fine," he said quietly.

"I really didn't mean to come off as n-"

"I said it's fine." He said in an angry tone of voice, but barely above a whisper.

We were quiet, and I replayed the mistake in my head.

Goddamn it, Namjoon. Why do you always fuck up?

"You wanna watch a movie?" I asked in an effort to ease the awkward in the atmosphere.

He smiled at me, "Sure."

We both went downstairs into the living room and sat down on the couch. "Are you up for a little 'Iron Man'?" I asked.

"Of course!" Jin slid his palm over the couch cushion, "I keep forgetting how nice your house is."

I put my arms behind my head and leaned on them trying to play it off, "Just a little elbow grease goes a long way."

"I think you mean a little butthole lube."

I laughed at his joke, and the movie started playing. His jokes were dumb, but his laugh was infectious.

"Fuck, Iron Man is so cool." I said out loud, "Look at that suit, I bet the only thing shinier than that will be his bald head when he's eighty."

Jin giggled quietly, "I actually kinda see you as Iron Man."

I perked up. Getting compared to Iron Man was an honor, and now this sexy guy did it! Life's pretty good. "How?"

"Well," he turned to me, "You like to put an emphasis on your money, and you act like a lady's man."

"Well that makes me sound like a dick."

"Well, you can be, but your positives probably outweigh the negatives." Jin smiled, turning back to the movie.

An hour later, and there's twenty minutes left in the movie. I'm way too invested in it to notice anything else, until Jin plopped his brown head of hair in my lap.

He used my thighs as a pillow and kept watching the movie, leaving me to will myself not to get a boner. And when naked grandma didn't work, I decided to distract myself.

I ran my fingers through his hair, which was incredibly soft. Jin leaned into my touch, and I continued my actions. Playing with his hair until the movie ended. But my hands put his lights out, leaving his soft breathing to be the only other sounds over the end credits.

"For someone with a bowl cut, you have really nice hair." I said quietly, not expecting him to hear it.

"Shut up," he mumbled so incomprehensible that it took me a second to figure out what he'd said. Moments afterwards, he was genuinely asleep in my lap. I couldn't help but let out a soft 'awe'.

Like the gentlemen I was, or at least did my best to be, I shut the T.V. off and decided to take him to bed.

I gently picked him up bridal style and carried him up the stairs. Now let me tell you, trying to shut everything off while carrying someone is hard work. If my arms weren't pythons by the time I put him down, I'm suing him.

I made it upstairs, my arms dying and his dangling. I set him on the bed and pulled the covers onto him. Jin immediately cuddled into them and got cozy in his sleep.

Me? I was too tired to go to my own bed. Yeah, that's what I'll call it. So I stayed in his with him. I turned the lights off, got in next to him, and let his soft breathing lull me to sleep.

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Seratonin? Spare seratonin, ma'am?

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