Playing Games

Hello beautiful dirty minded people! I'm back with a new story and *drum roll* it's not a JiHope but it's a NamJin!! That's right, I have been in love with them for so long. They are pretty much the reason why I started reading BTS related fanfictions so I finally decided to do something about their damn sexual tension here, between these lines.

I want to thank my soul sister M. for pushing me every day to get this fanfic done so we could fulfill our NamJin shippers fantasies. I really hope you will like it 🌚

I'm feeling like mentioning again that unfortunately English is not my mother tongue so excuse me in advance for any mistake or weird sentence.

Now I will leave you to the story.
Please let me know if you like it with a comment and have a nice day 🌈

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"C'MON HYUNG, YOU ALMOST THERE!" Jungkook screamed towards his two older brothers who were playing a very intense match of Mario Kart.

"DON'T GIVE UP HYUNG! YOU CAN MAKE IT!" Taehyung shot back, cheering for the youngest player between the two.

"You know I'm going to win Namjoon-ah!" Seokjin laughed mischievously, his eyes glued on the screen as he swayed with his torso from right to left and his small pink car driven by Princess Peach on the TV overcame Namjoon's Bowser cutting the finish line.

Namjoon sighed in defeat, his joystick still in his hands as his hyung threw his own in the air and got up meeting Jungkook halfway in a tight hug as they screamed as if he had just won the World Cup: "I WON!! I'M THE BEST! I'M SORRY JOONIE-AH!"

Taehyung put a hand on his hyung's shoulder and spoke dead serious: "You will get your revenge."

The leader of the group was about to speak but Yoongi's voice broke the excitement in the room: "Jungkook-ah, Taehyung-ah, are you ready? C'mon! Hoseok-ah and Jimin-ah are already waiting for us outside! Do you want to miss the beginning of the movie?"

The two boys immediately moved from their positions and ran out the door without adding a word.

"Please, can you remind me why am I babysitting them this time?" Yoongi grumbled at the other two.

"Because it's your turn-"

"Don't be grumpy Yoongi-ah! You want to watch that one too! I have already seen it with Jaehwan-ah and Namjoon-ah here is not interested anyway!" Seokjin pointed out, cutting the other's speech.

"I hate you." He said before closing the door behind his back.

Seokjin laughed as he stretched his arms and rubbed the back of his neck. He turned around and Namjoon was still sitting cross-legged in front of the screen, Princess Peach celebrating on the car and Bowser looking down in disappointment: "Should I get my prize now or do you want a second round?" He asked cockily as he sat on the floor beside the silver haired boy.

Namjoon gave him an incomprehensible look before leaning in and trapping the other's lips between his own. They kissed once, twice before the youngest pulled out his tongue and Seokjin's lips parted with no hesitation enveloping the other's muscle and starting to suck on it bobbing his head back and forth as if he was craving to do the exact same thing to Namjoon's dick.

To be boyfriends in a boy group as famous as BTS, wasn't an easy task for them: They rarely had the chance to spend some quality time alone like that without worrying about cameras or indiscreet eyes, including their brothers who had no clue about them.

Seokjin was the oldest while Namjoon was the leader: They had learnt how to handle and hide their emotions well enough to keep their relationship a secret pretty much since their debut so they were now kind of used to make the best out of every moment.