Not My Fault (Edited)

Prologue*

*Warning!! Smut!!!

Namjoon's pov:
"You filthy! No good!!! USELESS!!! SLUTTY!!! BITCH OF A SON!!! FIRST YOU ARE BORN LIKE THOSE MALE FREAKS!!! FUCKING GET KNOCKED UP!?!?!! AND NOW YOU ARE WEARING THIS SHIT!!!" My father punched me again in the stomach, then smacked me across the face. The force made me fall onto the floor hard with a thud, spitting and coughing out blood. I glanced up at him with teary eyes, hugging my aching stomach, "But d-dad.... it-it's just a choker..." I managed to breath out, only to get kicked in the stomach. "ITS FOR GIRLS!!! YOU ARE NOT A GIRL!!!" He then kicked me again in the stomach, I ended up coughing hard, holding my stomach in pain, I yelped from him gripping a chunk of my hair. "When your mother gets ho-"
The sound of the front door opening and closing, cut him off, signaling my mother was home. "JaYoon!! Our son is wearing girl shit again!!" I hear her gasp loudly, "What!?" She screeched, the sound of her heals clicking and tapping against the floor echoed through my ears. Feeling the tip of her sharp heal kick me in the back. I screamed in pain, my body was aching and trembling, yet I still managed to twist out of my fathers grasp. Scrambling up to my feet and rushed to my room, which was really a small closet. I locked the door to my small room, grabbing my worn out wallet. Hearing them banging on the door, screaming and shouting for me to open the door. I ignored them and quietly opened another door, that connects to a spare bedroom. Heading into the room and opening a near by window and jumping out. I shut the window quietly and ran. Everything hurt and I have no idea where I was going, but I do know, that I want to get away from my drunk father and crazy mother.

It's dark, raining and pouring endlessly, every crash of thunder and spark of lightning, made me jump out of my skin. With blurry vision, my glasses stained with water droplets, I spot a café, that looked open still, based on all the lights that were on. I ran up to the small building, as fast as my tired, sore legs could take me, opening and closing the door.

"I'm sorry, but we're closed."

Jin's pov:
I hear the bell to my café ring, having to shout that we were closed. But I didn't hear a second ring, I stood up from under the counter, seeing a panting, soaking wet male. I rushed around to him, "Oh my lord! Are you ok?!" He was wearing all black, so I couldn't tell if he was hurt or not.
I gestured him to sit down, I made sure to lock the front door, then decided to make him some hot chocolate.

"Here drink this," I hand him the mug, he slowly took the warm mug from my grasp, hearing him mumble a  small 'thank you'. I sat down across from him, studying his features, pink hair, tan skin, wire rimmed glasses, soft, yet, dark brown eyes. He was beyond beautiful, I take a slow sip from my own mug.
Then cleared my throat, "So... you have a name cutie?" I asked, loving his cute, shocked expression and flushing face, he nearly choked on his drink. Whoops, my bad, but I can't help myself. "N-Namjoon..." he softly stutters, I gave him a soft smile, trying to contain my smirk, "Seokjin, but my friends call me Jin... So did you get caught up in the storm or something Namjoon?" Curious on wanting to know him a little more, seeing him shrug, eyes gazing at the brown liquid in the mug. "Something like that, yeah..." his voice was so hushed and shy. It honestly turned me on, but I'm not jumping that boat yet.

We soon finished the hot chocolate, I took the mugs and cleaned them, setting them on the rack. "Come, you can stay the night at my place, it's above the café," he stood up very unsteady, but managed to walk.
"W-wait you live... here? D-do you own the café? Y-you don't haft to... I just.... I don't want to be a bother..."
I nod, saying yup and popping the p, "And don't worry Joonie, I'm completely fine with you staying with me for the night. As long as you don't rob me, we're  all good."
I love how easily flushed he got, then seeing a small dimple smile, those dimples. I felt my heart jump out of my chest, then he giggled. I cleared my throat, trying to tame myself.
I led him through the back of the cafe, unlocking a door that leads upstairs. Locking the door behind me, trying to not look at the perfect, plump butt, while climbing up the stairs.
The stairs lead to my kitchen, which connected to the living room. I lead him down a small hall, showing him the guest room, my room and then the bathroom. Giving him spare clothes to change into and taking his wet ones to wash and hang to dry.

I changed into my gray sweatpants and a baggy white T-shirt. He came out in only the baggy, baby blue shirt I gave him, he handed me the pants, saying they  won't stay up.
So he was only in a pair of my underwear and my shirt. His body was so feminine and his thighs were so thick.... I quickly shook my thoughts away. I haft to get my mind out of the gutters, I cleared my throat, thinking of something to help calm the nerves. "Do you drink? We can watch a movie and drink some soju, with popcorn."

Third pov:
Namjoon thought for a minute, he's never drank alcohol before, but one won't help. So he nod slowly, as he sat down on the couch, watching Jin from the kitchen.
Jin came in, handing Namjoon a glass and setting the bottle of soju down with the popcorn. He opened the bottle pouring the liquid into Namjoons glass and his, he placed to bottle on the table, then sat himself down next to the new friend and turned on the tv.
They chose to watch the Conjuring, Namjoon screamed from a jump scare and curled up to Jin. Who mentally chuckled to himself and smirked at the cute reaction.

They finished the bottle of soju like it was bottled water. Both now intoxicated, and out of it, not controlling their actions, nor words.

Jin pinned Namjoon to the couch, connecting his lips to the others. Jin grind his hips against the others crotch, making a moan escape past Namjoons thick lips.
Jin then dragged Namjoon to his room, pulling him close by his thin waist. Leaning into another kiss, that grew very heated by each passing second.

*smut warning*

Jin hovered over the smaller body, his hand trailed under the shirt, feeling the soft skin. He then grew impatient and slipped the male out of the baggy material. Tossing it somewhere in the room, his lips trailed down along the youngers jaw line, then down his neck. Sucking and biting on the tan skin, leaving marks on him like he was a canvas. Namjoon let out a high pitched moan, feeling the soft lips dance across his skin, he pulled and tugged on the others white shirt. Jin immediately took his shirt off, then went down, to tease the teens nipples. He pinched one between his forefinger and thumb, while he sucked and bit on the other. Hearing the angelic moans and whines escaping from the male underneath him. Jin trailed his hand down, his fingers hooked over the elastic band of the boxers, slowly slipping and working them off the slim waist, letting Namjoons small cock spring free. Their lips connected once again, Jin didn't notice the natural slick leaking from the males fertile entrance. Namjoon bit his lip and spread his legs wider, letting the dark haired male get closer. Jin pulled open his night stand drawer, taking out a bottle of lube. He popped open the bottle, squeezing the fluid on his fingers. Namjoon gasped a small whimper into the kiss, from two long fingers slipping inside his tight, virgin entrance, scissoring him. Jin added another finger, then curled them inside the slightly stretching and relaxing hole. Namjoon arched his back, letting out a high pitch moan. Jin then slipped his fingers out, taking his sweat pants off, along with his boxers. His hard member sprung free, leaking with pre-cum, he squeezed more lube in his palm, stroking it all over his shaft. He then lined up to the leaking hole, not thinking much of the substance leaking out of the male. He rubbed the head of his cock against the red rim, watching the tight hole suck him in, inch by inch, until he was balls deep.
Namjoon screeched, feeling his hole getting stretch out, Jin's member completely inside him. Feeling Jin move at a slow pace, then sped up. Namjoons moans of pain, lead into moans of pleasure, screaming his moans from getting pounded into oblivion.
Namjoons back arched, letting out a loud moan, his useless seed spilling onto their chests. Jin groaned, from the walls tightening around him, then after one last thrust, he came hard and deep inside the fertile male.
Both are now covered in sweat and panted from their dirty deed, Jin slowly pulled out, and collapsed next to the small, shaking body, he unconsciously spooned the thin waist. Jin then fell into a deep sleep, Namjoon soon following after him.