It's My Job ×NamJin×

#7

Namjoon ~

I'd been awake for five minutes now, just waiting for Jin to wake up.

He looked cute when he was asleep. Mainly because in his sleep, he can't be mean to me. Maybe in his dreams, though, he was dreaming of hitting me.

Jin started to stir, so I decided to just wake him up, as he was about to anyways. "Wake up, sleepy head."

"Hm?" He answered, rubbing his eyes. When he opened them, they went wide. You know what he did?

This motherfucker punched me in the face.

After his soft hand flew back from my face, I recoiled and fell out of bed, "Ah! What in the actual fuck was that for!"

Jin curled up against the headboard, his black hair stuck up in different directions. "You scared me!"

"Me?! I just woke you up!"

"Well, I'm not used to people waking me up!"

"That doesn't mean you punch them!"

"Well, why were you in my bed in the first place?!"

"Okay, first of all," I said, clearing my throat knowing I had the upperhand in this uncomfortable situation. "That is my bed, you just sleep in it. Second, I got tired and didn't want to go all the way to my room, so I slept here. That's not weird enough to earn a punch!"

He threw a pillow at me, as if that would do damage. "I'm gonna go get dressed." He said, but didn't move. When I gave him a raised eyebrow he answered, "In a second, I'm tired."

"Hey, Jin? Why did you punch me?" I asked, then I gasped from the thought of my next phrase, "Where you a secret agent or something?!"

He rolled his eyes, "No, I wasn't."

"A police officer undercover as a homeless guy?"

"No."

"Where you a lion tamer and the lions tried to fight back so you had to throw punches but then they de-"

"No!," he coughed and came back in a lower voice, "Just-homeless people can be aggressive."

"Oh," I said, feeling slightly bad that I'd just upset him, but Jin is just always annoyed anyways from the looks of it. His big lips were always neutral, never letting me know what he was thinking. "Breakfast will be downstairs in like half an hour!"

I jogged downstairs and settled on making pancakes. Boom, easy. Twenty minutes later and I'm making whipped cream smiley faces on them. I also may or may not have poured some into my mouth.

"Hey," Jin said softly from the living room, startling me, and I pretended to not have just eaten a mouthful of whipped cream.

"Hey, I made pancakes!" I showed him excitedly, I was damn proud of myself.

He gave me a small smile, honestly that tiny sign of happy was what made me forgive him every time he called me an asshole. Not that I cared.

Obviously.

I set my masterpieces on the counter and grabbed some jelly and forks. Then I took my own plate and plopped on the couch. Jin raised an eyebrow at me.

"What?"

"You don't care if we eat on the couch?"

"No, I want you to use the floor as a plate," I said sarcastically, "No I don't care, now come join me, I'm lonely."

He giggled quietly and brought his food over to the couch. "Seriously?"

"What now?!"

"You're watching cartoons"

"Wow, Jin, you're so observant. Yes I'm watching cartoons fuck off this is my house and if I wanna fuckin' watch Looney Tunes then I fucking will."

Jin started laughing, "You're passionate,huh?"

"Uh, yeah. Morning cartoons are a staple in a childhood, maybe I wanna keep some of that."

"That's cute." Jin laughed.

"Plus, Looney Tunes is the shit," I joked. I said that stuff jokingly, but it was kinda true. I want to keep my childhood, cartoons remind me of those good days. Days with my sister, Dahyun, my brother, Mayoung and the rest of my family.

But, um, Looney Tunes, I mean.

Before I realized it, Jin's head was back in my lap, just like yesterday. And I played with his hair.

A week later, and we decided we should start filming. He wasn't gonna be here for nothing. I may be lonely, but that's what paying people to hang out with you is for.

I stood infront of the white couch in Jin's room, setting up a camera and a tripod while he got out of the bathroom. I could hear him blowdrying his hair, the loud hum filling the empty air.

He finally stepped out, all dry and clean. Hot. He walked over to the bed and got into his clothes, white thigh highs and matching panties. Jin picked it out himself, said he felt pretty.

I was not complaining. His long legs looked amazing.

He stood behind me, tapping the tips of his pointer fingers together nervously as I made sure the couch looked presentable. "There!" I said triumphantly. I turned to him, actually caring for once, "How are you holding up, Jinnie?"

He answered quietly, "First off, don't call me that, second, I-I don't know. I'm kind of nervous."

"You can back out at any time, this isn't required."

"No," he breathed out, "I-I wanna do it. I'll just have to get used to it." Jin sat on the couch, one leg bent underneath his weight and the other dangling off the edge.

"This doesn't have to be posted, say the word and it goes into an archive, trash, or the site." He nodded in understandment. "Now, I'll ask some stuff, and remember your innocent persona." He nodded again, "Everything else for this is pretty self explanatory, jack off. If you need any more instructions, youre probably a little stupid." His laugh, although a little funny sounding, was infectious, and soon I had a smile on my face. "But this is your first shoot, so it's okay. Just do what you feel is right."

He took a deep breath and exhaled, "Okay, got it." I counted down, having my fingers already on the camera.

"Three, two, one, action!"

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