Wings | BTS multi-ship

8.Wonho's

A couple of weeks had gone by and nothing had happened so far, after a few initial over working of imaginations that is, where they thought they'd seen Eunwoo and Soonyoung, popping up here and there. Literally anyone they didn't recognise was at first suspect, especially to Jin in the restaurant. But they decided they couldn't carry on like that, especially after what Hoseok had told them about Eunwoo's tactics. What did happen though, was that they did all stick closer together, even Jihoon, he paid more visits to the restaurant than he normally did, and they all tried to be in the same places at the same time.

They did however need their own space, space to work, space to relax, if it was possible, and just space to be, without having to put up a front, where they could laugh, cry, shout if they wanted. No one to hear, no one to judge, and no one to spout meaningless platitudes. They were all aware of the very real threat to their lives Eunwoo posed, but sometimes you just needed downtime, away from angel business.

Jin had decided to allow Namjoon into his kitchen to cook. He'd told him all about the time he'd tried to cook dinner for Heechul, and what an unmitigated disaster it turned out to be. Feeling sorry for him, even though a little part of him was saying 'heh heh 'at Heechul's ruined meal, he did his best to teach him.

He didn't do too bad, unless he was left alone in the kitchen, and after the first time when he'd managed to set fire to his sleeve, two tea towels and Jin's best chefs hat, Jin refused to leave him to his own devices ever again. 

He loved that hat.

The evening after they'd had the visit from Eunwoo changed everything for Namjoon and Jin. They'd decided, or rather Namjoon had decided that he wasn't going to waste any more time. He wasn't going to hold back any more and confirm what Jin had already guessed that evening.

They were both rather nervous around one another, and it wasn't any wonder, what with the threat of impending doom and all, coupled with the fact that they'd both revealed and accepted what was going on under the surface between them the past few months.

"I don't know how else to say this," Namjoon said, his eyes bright with feeling as he stood in front of Jin, his hands shaking nervously as he reached up to stroke gentle fingers, down Jins silky soft cheek, "I've wanted to be with you for a long time hyung. I was crazy about the boy you were in high school, and I'm crazy about the man you are now." He said softly, his eyes sifting over every feature on Jin's perfect face. He smiled tentatively, his throat working hard at the lump threatening to form there.

Smiling happily, Jin bit his lip, his heart hammering in his chest at Namjoons confession. He'd begun to question his own growing feelings for him since Namjoon let slip about his high school crush, now he was glad he'd been forced to examine what he was feeling himself. Accepting him now would mean he could never go back on it, he wouldn't hurt him like that, so was he ready, fully ready to enter into a relationship with Joon and his dimples? Hell yes he was, and with killer angels on their ass? They had nothing to lose but time.

"I can't imagine why you've held back for so long," Jin said, his cheeks flushing a little, "I am world wide handsome you know, an-" he didn't finish as Namjoon gripped his shirt and pulled him flush against him.

"Shut up." With a smile in his voice he pressed his mouth softly against Jins, capturing his mouth in a soft, gentle kiss as Jin wound his arms around Namjoons back. He sighed contentedly when he felt the soft warm glide of Namjoons tongue pushing playfully at his own, sliding and rubbing rough, then soft, tasting each other. 

He pushed long fingers through Jin's dark hair, fingernails scratching the scalp delicately, pulling him closer to him as he sucked on his tongue, pulling it deeper into his mouth, loving the sounds the other was making deep in his throat. Heat coursing through his blood stream, Jin slid his hands down to rub and squeeze Namjoon's ass, pulling him closer to his body, his hips rolling soft and slow, building up feeling, loving it.