Step-Brother [Namkook]

Chapter 5

Nj pov-

After arriving home, I go back to my room for studying. I asked Jungkook go home together but he denied. I guess we're back at square one, even though we spent some not so bad time together. Jungkook will be Jungkook. He will always hate me, no matter what. So... I should do the same.

There's no point caring for someone who will never do the same for you.

Jk pov-

I buy a bottle of beer and have it on my way home. One bottle will not cause hangover like last time... But it will help with this unknown feelings inside me. I don't know what's happening with me...

I dump the empty bottle on the way and arrive home. Namjoon is nowhere to be seen. Must be in his room, studying. He's always with his books. Why don't he do something else? Like... Have a girlfriend?

I open the refrigerator but there's nothing good to eat. So, I go to Namjoon's room.

"Hey!" I yell, opening the door.

"What now?" He replies, sighing and putting his book down.

"Make me something. I'm hungry." I demand to which he rolls his eyes.

"What am I? Your nanny?"

"Basically, yes, you are. You are my "hyung" so you should take care of me."

"Fuck off. You're not a six year old. Just order something."

"I'm asking you one last time-"

"I. Said. Fuck. Off."

"Either you make dinner or I call dad." I smirk.

"What the hell?" He frowns. "You aren't actually threatening me, are you?"

"Nope. I'm blackmailing."

He stays silent for a moment then speaks. "Fine!" He gets up and I smile after my victory. "You're such a kid. Threatening me with dad. Just grow up, Jungkook." He mumbles which I ignore.

Nj pov-

I don't know a shit. How am I supposed to make dinner? I've never cooked before.

I surf through internet and find a simple recipe for ramyeon. And start preparation. In the first 5 minutes, I spill water on the floor, break a bowl, mix sugar with salt and cut vegetables like a noob.

Jungkook just keeps laughing with my every step as he sits on the counter and watches me cook.

I put the spatula down and sigh, looking tiredly at him. "Having fun?"

He chuckles, irritating me even more. "Oh, more than I've ever had before. This is my first time seeing you cook. It's interesting."

"Well, because IT IS my first time cooking. So, instead of making fun of me, how about you get your ass up here and help me cook?"

He nods and stands besides me. "Look, I'm not a pro in cooking, but I'm definitely way better than you." I roll my eyes and step aside to make way for him.

Surprisingly, he IS good. He sees the recipe and perfectly does everything as adviced. He knows the measurements, the right temperature, how to cut vegetables, and he doesn't even spill a thing. I would never say it out loud but... I am impressed.

Within 20 minutes or so, he serves the ramyeon in two bowls and sets them on the table. He then sprinkles something on the top, pours two glasses of water, and prepares chopsticks and salad. He doesn't have to do all this formality.. It's just the two of us. But I appreciate that.

We sit in front of each other and start eating. I take the first bite and... Wow. This is delicious. I nod, looking at Jungkook and he smiles, knowing what I want to say, even without saying it. Then, he chuckles.

"What?" I ask, mouth full of food.

"I was supposed to have you cook for me... But I ended up cooking myself." He tells, and I also grin.

"Well, I'm a horrible cook." I shrug.

"That you are." He agrees with a smile. But I don't get offended.

I feel like... Something has changed between us... But I can't put a finger on it yet. I don't know what has, but I can feel it. Maybe... Maybe it was after that night we spent together? The night Jungkook doesn't even remember.

The thought make look at him. His eyes, his lips, his collar bones peeking from under his half buttoned shirt, his fingers, his strong but soft hands, now... I can feel it. Feel him. His hands around me, when he was desperately giving me a hand job. The way he licked his lips while his eyes were on my dick- fuck! I'm getting hard!

I quickly finish the food, and without saying a single word, run into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. My breathing is high, and my dick is aching. I.. Need to take care of it.

Jk pov-

I watch him leave hurriedly towards his room. Wow. That was rude. I take the dishes and put them on the sink. Nope. I will not wash them. I cooked. I'll make Namjoon wash these.

So, I make my way towards his room and open the door. Empty. He isn't here? Then I hear the voice of shower running from his bathroom. He was in hurry to take a shower? I shrug and notice the door is slightly ajar. And I don't know what takes over me... And I peek inside.

There he is. Namjoon. Naked. And... Masturbating.