Namjoons secret

The night that changed everything

Jins point of view:
It was late at night in the bangtan shared house and I came down to to tell the boys that dinner was ready.
After rounding up most of my dosang's I head to the music studio downstairs, assuming Joonie must have not heard me shouting for him because of his headphones.
My foot steps neared the studio door and I begin to feel like my brain is playing tricks on me. Loud moans and grunts fill my ears as I stop dead in my tracks, i swallow a hard lump in my throat as my body freezes and I'm unable to move. A wave of shock washes over me...are they having sex?

"please just fucking r-ruin me jackson" Namjoon whimpers.

My cheeks begin to heat up and I feel my stomach twist, a feeling which I can't quite pin point. That couldn't be Joonie I heard just then right...?
As I inch closer to the door the desperate panting and almost feminine-like needy moans echo throughout the room.
I was in utter bewilderment...the noises Namjoon was making went straight to my cock.
All rational thoughts had flew out the window as I increasingly became incredibly aroused by the newly discovered submissive member.
Seeing Namjoon so pliant like this turned the dominant switch on in my brain.
I had to peak open the door to see for myself that im actually witnessing our leader being such a....horny slut? and for another guy at that.
Makes me wonder does anyone else know this side of him? Explicit, kinky-sexual fantasy's begin to whirl around in my mind.
I needed to get a hold of myself and quick. Hurrying into my room i waited behind the door as i saw Jackson leave the studio buckling his belt.
This really pissed me off, knowing the fact that Jackson got to see Namjoon in such a beautiful compliant state really struck a raw nerve.
The question is why hadn't Joonie trusted me with this? As the closest to him of all the members why didn't he feel like he could show me this secret passive personality?
Countless thoughts ran through my head as i made my way into the dining room to join my other dosang's.
I sat at dinner waiting for Namjoon to join the rest of us for dinner. I wasn't paying attention to the opposite end of the table where the maknae line where having a heated argument because all I could think about was Namjoon. I looked over to where he joined Jackson at the table and to my surprise Jackson wasn't even giving him the time of day.
It irritated me further, I just couldn't get over that he chose HIM, he didn't deserve my amazing Joonie, they weren't right for each other in the slightest.

Besides, countless times Namjoon had complained that Jackson was excessively annoying and followed him around everywhere.
In reality Jackson is the equivalent to a human sized overgrown Labrador puppy? He can't handle the perplexing labyrinth that is Namjoon and his ingenious mind.
I knew it was petty but I needed to do something, I quickly took out my phone and messaged Mark to inform him of his member's secret studio rendezvous. Just as I put my phone away my eyes darted to Namjoon as he let out a loud
"mmhhhh oh my god Hyung so delicious!"
It took me multiple seconds before my brain registered he was referring to the food I had made. Right then I decided that Namjoons moans were the prettiest and sexiest sound I'd ever heard and I was determined to elicit more from him one way or another. I finish my food quickly and leave the dinner table subtly pulling my oversized pink hooded jumper down past my waist to hide my growing hard on....jeez it's going to be a long night.

I shut my door and groan a low sigh. God Namjoon you haven't any idea what your doing to me, I try to ignore my hard on but the sounds of his sultry moans echo in my head, my face feels flush as I slowly loose myself to the lustrous sensation of jacking myself off.
The replaying images of namjoons soft, supple ass while bent over the studio couch makes me grip my throbbing cock tight, i part my lips and let out shaky breaths imagining the proud leader in-front of me looking up, sitting on his knees whining like a little bitch from a borderline cruelly, overstimulated prostate.
Loudly pleading and begging incoherent words as to finally cum, only with approval from his master.

Fuck, the warm feeling in my stomach slowly starts to creep up before I know it I'm chasing the high in desperation. I stroke my self faster and faster, lowly growling Namjoons name and a mumbled string of "fuck baby, oh god baby and such a good boy." Shooting my load all over my hand with only thoughts of my not so innocent bandmate on my mind.

Many didn't know but Jin was a masochistic Dom. The ideal balance of pain and pleasure truly intrigued him. Simply put, Jin liked unwavering control and authority. He liked pliant and submissive qualities in his sexual partners and he new Namjoon in every way was his perfect partner. He wanted to be Namjoons master.