It's My Job ×NamJin×

#21

Seokjin ~

"Namjoon!," I yelled as I stomped over, "What the fuck are you doing?" That finally caught the rusty dusty ass ginger's attention. He opened his mouth and let Namjoon's erect penis flop out, and looked between Namjoon and I. I glared at him, and he just stared down at the ground.

"I didn't say stop," Namjoon grunted. So the ginger guy continued, opening his mouth and keeping pace. I bet he couldn't do it as good as I did.

I glared at the guy I thought I had to myself, for some idiotic reason. "What the fuck, Namjoon!" I threw my arms up and then brought them back down to point down at the 'situation' happening right before my eyes.

I can't tell if I'm heartbroken or angry. I feel pretty enraged right now, I'm assuming I'll cry about it later.

"Wha-ah, what?" Namjoon said, he talked like he didn't just moan and is having his dick sucked.

"Why are you getting your dick sucked!?"

"Uhm, fuck, 'cause I wanted it sucked?" He said nonchalantly.

I wanted to punch him in the face. How could he just do this? Did he even stop to think about my feelings?

"Ugh!" I yelled, "You're so infuriating! Did you even stop to think about this?!"

"Yes, I thought that I was horny-mm, I thought that I was horny so I called up one of my fuck buddies."

"One of your fuck buddies?!"

"Oh, Seokjin, don't tell me you're this naive. Of course I have a couple fuck buddies."

I let out a deep sigh and kept my gaze on the ground. "Fine, whatever, just, j-just finish whatever you're doing." I turned away and marched up the stairs. I made it half-way up when I realized I left all of my stuff downstairs. I was embarrassed, but didn't want to show it, so I held my head up high as I walked past them and picked up my things.

He didn't have to know that as soon as I reached my room, I broke down crying against the door. Thank god for door locks.

How could I be this stupid? I mean, I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed but Jesus, I thought I'd know better than to fall for someone like this.

Not to mention he should know better than to have his fuck buddies over here when he knows his sister is moving in soon.

I can't believe I let him talking to me convince me that we were anything more than just friends. Does he even think of us as friends, or am I just another one of his fuck buddies? I guess the only real difference is I live with him. Huh, what a waste of emotions.

Why am I even angry at him? It's not like we're dating or anything, fuck. He's going to be suspicious on why I'm so angry.

Why did I let myself get this attached to him? I'm really digging a hole for myself. I can't even really be mad at him, can I?

So I sank down to the ground and did what I did best ; silently cry. But I wasn't going to waste my time crying over some guy, so I got up and put everything I bought away in its rightful place in my closet. Don't get me wrong, I didn't stop crying, I was just productive throughout my sobbing.

By the end of it, I felt better for doing something, but I still felt gross. So I ended up taking a shower, mostly to get my hair to be less greasy, and also to wash the dried tears and boogers off of my hands.

A warm shower later, and Namjoon was knocking on my door. "Jin?" He called from the other side, "Seokjin, open up." I couldn't help but grimace at the hurt just hearing his sultry voice ensued.

I walked over to the door, but then hesitated. After seeing, that happen downstairs, I didn't want him to see me naked. I jogged to my bed and wrapped a towel around my body before I answered the door.

"Hm, a nice view, I wonder what's under that towel," He smirked at me.

"No thanks," I answered, "Not in the mood."

"Jin, have you been crying?"

"What?!" I responded a little too defensively, "No, my dumbass just got shampoo in my eyes." I even flashed him a smile to make it convincing.

He smiled back at me, "Alright." He sat down on my bed, "Take it off! Take it off!" He chanted.

"Ew, pervert, no." I answered. I can't believe that after seeing that, I still wanted his company. I still liked him. What the fuck is wrong with me! I whispered into his ear, "You've got to earn it." Why the fuck did I say that?!

"Oh, a challenge, huh?"

Before he said anything else, I had to stop where he thought this was going, "Actually, Namjoon, we need to talk."

He gasped dramatically, "Oh no, are you breaking up with me?!" But when he saw how serious my face looked, he came to his senses, "What's wrong?"

"What do you mean 'what's wrong'? You were just getting a blowjob downstairs!"

"Oh, Jin, don't tell me that upsets you," he said with a face I couldnt read.

"No! No it doesn't bother me 'cause I like you or anything," I looked at the carpet as I responded, pushing my hair out of my eyes. "I, I just don't think you should be having people over to do that this close to the day your sister moves in."

He looked a little disappointed, in what, I'm not entirely sure. But it seemed to be a mix of disappointment with himself and something else.

I walked over to my closet and hid in it while I put my giant sleep-shirt on over some briefs. When I walked back out, he was staring at his feet. I dried my hair, tossed the towel on the ground somewhere, and sat down next to him.

"You better pick that up," he chuckled.

"Namjoon, we talked about this." I sighed, "You are not going to expose her to anything bad by having her live here, but if you bring people here to do that and she is around it or walks in on you, and someone else, that could be bad."

"You're right." He sighed, "I shouldn't be bringing people over to do things like that." It was like he had some epiphany that brightened his mood, "I'll just go over to their houses! Whew, that was a problem solved quicker than I thought it would be."

"Yeah," I said through gritted teeth and a forced grin, "What a great solution,"

"I feel like if she walks in on us, then its different because we live together and she might think we're together or something. I don't know, I feel like since we actually have a connection, it wouldn't be bad for her to walk in on us. I don't mean that it wouldn't be bad, I just mean not as bad as me with a stranger. It seems less bad for it to be a friend. Besides, you're not waving your dick around the place like some of my fuck buddies. They do that when their friends come over. Like, Jesus, friends are friends I guess but lord, I don't wanna see your package if I go over to your house for the first time." He smiled at me.

I gave him one back. I don't know if I forced it, or if it was something he said about us having a connection.

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Uhm not to be gay but a twice comes back this month and reeee im gonna faint

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