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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS
  Relationship:
      Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster/Park_Jimin, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope/Kim_Seokjin_|
      Jin, Jeon_Jungkook/Park_Jimin
  Character:
      Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Park_Jimin_(BTS), Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Kim
      Seokjin_|_Jin, Jeon_Jungkook, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga
  Additional Tags:
      Half-Sibling_Incest, Lingerie, Corset_and_Thigh_High_Boots, Blackmail,
      Secret_Relationship, Step_Brothers, Shameless_Smut, Smut, Porn_With_Plot,
      Angst, Power_Bottom!Jimin, top!namjoon, Park_Jimin_Is_a_Little_Shit, Side
      2Seok, Eventual_Romance, Slow_Build, Original_Character(s), Original
      Characters_are_their_parents, Oppa_Kink, Very_naughty_Jimin, Namjoon
      curses_a_lot, Eventual_Fluff, other_members_eventually_appears, Yoongi_is
      pure_evil
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-05-05 Completed: 2017-09-20 Chapters: 10/10 Words: 32019
****** With secret, we might fall ******
by Tokotohko
Summary
     Everyone has a secret.
     But when Namjoon found out his step brother Jimin's lingerie kink,
     the last thing he wanted was Jimin finding out his secret.
     Because Namjoon thinks his little brother is sexy, and it was
     starting to be a problem.
Notes
     Soundtrack for this fic:
     Bloodstream by Ed sheeran♪
      
     *English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance for the
     misspellings and wrong grammar!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Everyone has a secret.
Like for Hoseok    Namjoon's bestfriend, he is gay. Growing up with him,
Namjoon had always sensed Hoseok might not interested in girls. So he wasn't
surprised when Hoseok came out to him when they were fourteen. But he still
respected his bestfriend for wanting to keep it a secret, because he knows
Hoseok's parents are very old-fashioned, stick in the mud kind of people. Now
that they are in college, few of their friends knows Hoseok's secret. And he
even made a secret boyfriend, but Hoseok still wanted to keep his secret to a
minimum.
For Seokjin     Hoseok's secret boyfriend, he is modeling for gay porn sites.
Hoseok and Namjoon are the only ones who knows about his secret. Namjoon wasn't
supposed to know about it but Hoseok blurted out. Seokjin is a very good
looking guy, Namjoon had to admit it, but because of his preference for dorky
clothes and his nerdy eye glasses, no one could guess his secret. But Namjoon
thinks he wears that nerdy glasses to prevent someone noticing him from those
porn sites.
And for Namjoon, his secret is a little different from the others. Because even
his bestfriend Hoseok doesn't know about it. No one knows.
It's impossible to tell when your secret is, Namjoon thinks his little brother
is sexy, and it was really starting to be a problem.
 
===============================================================================
 

“Joonie, honey, please do the laundry, and please tell your brother not to stay
up late too much. And please don't     ”
“I won't order pizza for dinner. I'll make sure he does his homework before he
goes to bed. And I'll clean up the house. What else?”
Namjoon cut her off with a grin, and his step mother Yeorang shook her head and
smiled apologicaly.
“I'm being over protective again, sorry.”
“It's alright.”
Namjoon put her bag on the passenger seat and Yeorang walked around the car to
get behind the wheels. Namjoon stepped back a little as she put the car into
reverse, but when he thought she will drive away, she lowered the window on the
passenger door.
“I trust you, Namjoon-ah. Please take care of him.”
Her words stabbed him in the chest, but he managed to smile back at her.
Namjoon weakly waved his hand as he watched Yeorang drive away. Now, only Jimin
is in the house. But when he went back to the house, Jimin was putting on his
shoes.
“Yah, where are you going?”
Namjoon asked when Jimin walked pass him, not even making eye contact.
“Dance practice.”
That was all Jimin said before the door shut close in front of him.
Jimin became rebellious lately, but Namjoon and Jimin were close even before
their parents got married. Namjoon's father, Namhwa is out of the country most
of the time, so Namjoon stayed at Yeorang's house when he was still in high
school. Yeorang took care of him well, and he liked her very much.
Yeorang and Namhwa had been dating for three years, but Yeorang was hesitating
to get married with him, because he is mostly in abroad working.
Jimin was the one convinced her mother to marry Namjoon's father, because he
liked Namjoon so much. He wanted to be his brother, so they can stay together
all the time.
Jimin was a very sweet and very adorable kid. He was like a puppy following him
around. Yeorang likes pink and feminine things, so Jimin's room was also full
of pink and flower patterned things. Jimin was embarrassed of it but Namjoon
thought it was adorable.
Jimin's mother is working night shifts in the hospital, so Namjoon took care of
him like his real brother.
They went to the park together, he helped him with his homeworks, and he even
learned how to cook just for him. Unfortunately, cooking didn't become
Namjoon's specialty but at least his new little brother isn't starving to dead.
Their relationship as brothers became odd when Jimin started dancing. He lost
weight, he started wearing tight pants and loose tank tops, and he became more
physically mature. He still has the cute adorable smile, but he became sexy.
Crazy sexy. Although Namjoon doesn't label himself as ‘gay’, his brother's
sexiness making him confused as fuck.
 
 
 
Holding a laundry basket, Namjoon ignored the 'keep away!' sign on the door and
entered Jimin's room. When Jimin turned fifteen, he threw away all the pink and
flower patterned things in his room, and replaced it with blue and video games.
The only pink thing in his room is the lacy underwear that the woman wearing in
the poster on the wall. He assumed it's a poster of a movie or maybe a video
game, but Namjoon never tried to actually google it.
Namjoon's gaze followed the long black hair, the ribbons on the black corset
tightly wrapped around her torso, the soft pink lacy thong that showing her
beautifully round ass cheeks, and her legs spread wide to show the thigh high
black leather stiletto boots.
Every guy has this kind of poster in their room. But it was still bothering
Namjoon. He couldn't help but turn his gaze away from that poster everytime he
entered Jimin's room.
Namjoon glanced at Jimin's closet for a few seconds, but he quickly gathered
all the clothes he found in his room that not in his dresser and left the room.
 
“You went to my room again!”
Jimin exclaimed, standing in front of Namjoon to block the TV from him. Namjoon
could barely see the TV now, but he still pretended watching it, trying to
avoid making eye contact with Jimin.
“Yeah, because your dirty clothes won't go to the laundry basket on it's own.”
Namjoon said sarcastically. Jimin grabbed the remote from the coffee table and
turned off the TV. Namjoon sighed and finally looked at Jimin. Jimin was
wearing a loose tank top and tight black pants as always but Namjoon frowned
when he looked at Jimin's eyes. The kid even started wearing eye liner now.
Jimin said something, probably scolding him again about entering his room, but
Namjoon's thoughts were lost in his sexy eye liner.
“Do your homework.”
Gulping, that was all Namjoon could say before standing up from the couch and
hid inside his room. It was ridiculous how every small thing Jimin does affects
him. Namjoon was a decent guy. He always had been. Even though his father
wasn't there to teach him, he always knew how to be polite and decent. And he
was smart. He was the smartest kid in their high school. He was smart enough to
know that checking his brother out was wrong. So he tried really hard not to,
but it was hard when Jimin is too fucking sexy.
And everytime he sees the poster in Jimin's room, he always imagined him in
those corset, stiletto boots, and pink underwear. And that is so wrong.
Grabbing his phone from the night stand, Namjoon dialed Hoseok's number, hoping
he isn't with Seokjin right now.
“Hey, what's up?”
Thankfully, Hoseok answered his call.
“Hey, can we meet? Maybe at the bar?”
“Yeah, sure. Be there in ten.”
After hanging up the phone, Namjoon quickly grabbed his wallet and nothing
else.
“I'm going out.”
Namjoon said as he ran down the stairs. He caught a glimpse of Jimin eating at
the kitchen table, but he burst out of the house before Jimin can say anything.

The bar was surprisingly full for a Tuesday night. But it wasn't hard to spot
Hoseok at the bar counter. Namjoon thought Hoseok was alone, but Seokjin was
sitting next to him.
“Sorry, didn't know you guys are together.”
Namjoon skipped saying hi and apologized as he sat next to Hoseok.
“It's alright. We were talking about going here anyway.”
Hoseok smiled, and gestured the bartender for another beer. Seokjin wasn't
wearing his glasses, and he was slightly wearing make up. Namjoon guessed he
just came from a photoshoot, but he didn't ask. He never did.
“So, what's wrong?”
Hoseok asked after the bartender brought Namjoon a beer. Namjoon drank half of
the bottle in one gulp, and put down the bottle on the counter with a loud
thump.
“Whoa, slow down, Joon-ah!”
Hoseok grabbed the bottle from Namjoon's hand and put it a little away from
him.
“I'm going crazy.”
Namjoon held his head with both hands and tilted his head to the counter.
“I'm not sure since when but you've been weird lately. You always say that, but
you never tell us what's happening to you.”
“I don't even know what's happening to me.” 
Namjoon groaned, and his leg started tapping involuntarily under the bar
counter.
He doesn't know what was happening to him, but he knows when he started being
weird.
First, he started to check Jimin out two years ago when Jimin started dancing.
It was bad enough but at least he was just ‘looking’. It got worse two months
ago, when he found stiletto boots in Jimin's closet. It was almost the exact
boots the woman is wearing in the poster. A thigh high shiny leather boots.
He doesn't know why Jimin has it, he doesn't know if Jimin was the one wearing
it, but still, the image of Jimin in that stiletto boots won't leave his head.
“I'm sure it's gonna be alright. Let's just drink for now.”
Seokjin grabbed Namjoon's beer and put it in front of him again. Namjoon
thanked him before taking another gulp, and sighed. He really hoped it's going
to be all right. But he didn't feel a bit of hope of getting better at the
moment.
 
It was past two when Namjoon came back to their house. All the lights were off
on the first floor, but when he walked up the stairs, he heard a weird pinging
noise, sounding over and over again. The kid was playing a video game.
“Jimin-ah, turn that thing off and sleep now.”
Namjoon said, opening the door just slightly. Jimin completely ignored him and
continue playing a video game.
“Jiminie, go to bed.”
Namjoon tried again, this time a lot softer.
“Go away.”
Jimin snapped, still looking at the TV. Namjoon sighed and closed the door.
That kid is getting rebellious day by day, and he doesn't know what to do to
that either. Jimin used to follow him around, almost clinging to him
everywhere. Now, he can't even enter his room.
Namjoon sighed again as he threw himself on the bed. He calculated in his head
how long he can sleep before going to the class tomorrow morning. Four hours.
Great. He was too tired to change his clothes, so he just kicked off his jeans
 from his legs and pulled the comforter over his body. Namjoon groped for the
phone charger beside his bed, but when he couldn't find it, he finally lifted
his head to look at the floor. The charger wasn't there.
Groaning, he forced his body off the bed and went straight to Jimin's room.
“Did you hide my phone charger again?”
When Namjoon opened the door and shouted, Jimin immediately came running toward
the door. And before Namjoon could react to it, Jimin pushed the door closed.
“That's what you get when you enter someone's room without a permission!”
Jimin shouted behind the door.
“Fuck,”
Namjoon cursed and pressed his forehead against the door.
“I'm sorry I entered your room without a permission. Now please give my charger
back.”
“I don't want to!”
“Yah! I set the alarm on my phone! I need to wake up early tomorrow!!”
Namjoon banged on the door, but not actually doing anything to force opening
it.
“Then you shouldn't have gone out until late at night! It's your fault!”
The door doesn't have a lock, so Jimin was just probably pushing the door from
the other side. Namjoon is three years older than Jimin, nearly a head taller,
and a lot stronger. He can open the door easily, yet he didn't want to do
anything to hurt his brother.
So he patiently waited for Jimin to open the door, but the kid was too stubborn
to listen to his beg.
“Jimin-ah!”
Namjoon shouted again, but this time Jimin didn't even answer him. He just
heard a loud thump as Jimin kicked the door. Fuck his life. Namjoon finally
gave up and went to his room to sleep.
But as expected, he couldn't wake up the next morning. He missed his first
class and half of his second. Missing a class was a big deal to Namjoon. He was
an honor student. He always had been. And the fact that he missed his class
just because he couldn't wake up pissed him off.
He didn't hesitate to enter Jimin's room after he came back from his classes,
and thankfully, Jimin wasn't in the house.
Namjoon searched for his charger everywhere. Around his study desk, every
drawer of the dresser, under the bed, even inside the trash can.
When he couldn't find it there, he finally decided to open the closet. He was
always avoiding that closet, but this time he reasoned himself into opening it.
He is just looking for his charger. But when he opened the closet door with his
shaking hands, he wasn't looking for his charger anymore. His mind instantly
switched to look for the boots.
He grabbed the plastic bags on the bottom of the closet and looked inside one
by one.
Jimin doesn't know how to organize his things. bags of new pair of shoes and
clothes that still has a tag on it was just lying inside his closet. Picking up
and throwing back the bags repeatedly, his hands stopped and his heart
literally skipped a beat when he found what he was looking for.
The leather stiletto boots. But there was more. A matching black corset, and a
long black wig.
“Shit,”
Namjoon said under his breath. He could hear his heart pounding hard and fast,
and that is the only thing he could hear. Namjoon immediately felt guilty for
going through Jimin's stuff, but more than that, he felt his dick getting hard
and uncomfortable inside his pants.
He was about to put the plastic bag back, but his hands stopped when he noticed
another smaller bag inside it. Curiosity got the best of him. He put the rest
on the floor and looked inside the smaller bag. There was a few new packs of
woman's underwear. Most of them are pink, but there was also white and light
blue ones.
“Fuck,”
Namjoon breathed a curse again. His heart and mind was going crazy, he doesn't
even know how to breathe properly at this point. Namjoon noticed the unpacked
pink underwear at the bottom. He knew it was a bad idea. But he reached in and
pulled out the balled up fabric of pink underwear. Just holding the fabric
heated his skin, and without thinking, he placed the fabric against his nose
and inhaled deeply. It had Jimin's body wash's scent. It was Jimin's. Namjoon
inhaled again, and his free hand involuntarily moved to cup the bulge in his
jeans. He was hard. And it was wrong. But he couldn't stop rubbing his hardened
cock.
“Aah, Fuck,”
Namjoon groaned and inhaled even more. He closed his eyes and pictured Jimin
wearing the underwear, and all the other things he found in the plastic bag.
The image of him spreading his legs wide on a chair just like the poster, but
he was facing him. He looked so beautiful, so sexy. And now that he was holding
a pink underwear, it felt so real than the image he had before.
“Jimin,”
He rubbed his cock again, and he wanted to put his hand under his pants and
stroke his cock, he was so hard, he was so close, and he was     
 
“What are you doing?”
Namjoon almost got a heart attack when he heard Jimin's voice. He hid the
underwear behind him as he turn around, and he saw Jimin looking at him with
wide eyes.
Namjoon opened his mouth, but no words came out. His brain just decided to shut
down all of a sudden, and he couldn't come up with any reasonable or even
unreasonable excuse.
“I saw what you were doing.”
Jimin said after a long silence.
“I wasn't, I didn't mean to... Fuck!”
Namjoon growled, and rushed to get out of the room. He was too embarrassed,
felt too stupid to look at Jimin, so he walked pass him without making any eye
contact. But Jimin grabbed his arm before he could get out of the room.
“I'll tell mom!”
Jimin shouted. And Namjoon's eyes widen in shock as he turned around to look at
Jimin.
“I'll tell mom.”
Jimin said again, still grabbing Namjoon's arm tightly.
“Let's see what she would say when she thought you were taking care of me, but
actually, I was the one taking care of you.”
Fuck. Namjoon cursed again, but this time he wasn't sure if he said it out
loud.
Everyone has a secret. Just like Jimin   Namjoon's step brother, likes to wear
a pretty lingerie. And because Namjoon found it out, he is now blackmailed
because of his own secret.
***** Chapter 2 *****
“Fuck, I was just looking for my charger!”
Namjoon shouted. But as he clenched his fist, he felt the silky fubric in his
hand. He fucked up. He had fucked up big, and he had no clue how he was going
to fix it.
“You were thinking of me. I heard you!”
Jimin's grip tightened on his arm.
Namjoon dropped his gaze to the floor for a second, feeling incredibly
embarrassed. But Jimin was looking at Namjoon straight in the eyes, so it was
impossible not to look back at him.
Namjoon didn't see anger in Jimin's eyes. He looked for any sign of disgust,
confusion, disappointment, but he didn't see any of them.
“Admit it, hyung!”
Jimin's brows furrowed as he exclaimed. Namjoon gulped while he stared at
Jimin's eyes, trying to see the emotion behind it. His eyes looked like he
was... begging. But that can't be it. Namjoon shook off that thought and
finally looked away from Jimin's eyes.
“I'm sorry,”
Namjoon wrenched his arm free, and got out of the room. He didn't know what to
do with the underwear, so he just dropped it in front of Jimin's room. He
didn't want Jimin to think that he stole it to jerk off to it. Again.
Namjoon grabbed his phone from his pocket as he ran down the stairs. He wanted
to leave the house but then he remembered that his phone is dead. He wasn't
sure if Hoseok is in his apartment, and he didn't have his wallet with him.
He should have gone to his room. But he didn't want to risk meeting Jimin again
when he went upstairs. So he went to the bathroom instead.
Once he was alone, all the feelings of regret, guilt and despair bored into
him. He put his hands on the washstand and took a deep breath. His heart was
still pounding fast.
Namjoon didn't know how long he was in the bathroom, hiding, when he heard the
scurry of feet on the stairs. His heart raced a little as he thought Jimin came
down to look for him, but he heard the front door open and shut closed instead.

Namjoon blankly stared at the TV, not even knowing what program was on it. He
was fidgeting as he wait for Jimin to come home. It was almost one at night.
That kid never went out this late. He thought of calling him, but his phone was
fucking dead. He was just about to started looking for his brother when he
heard the front door open.
Wearing a skin tight leather pants and loose white sleeveless shirt, Jimin came
home with a half empty bottle of soju in his hand.
“Where the fuck did you go!?”
Namjoon shouted as he rushed to the doorway.
“I went out with my friends.”
Jimin said nonchalantly, and put the bottle on the floor to take off his shoes.
“And you started drinking now?”
Jimin ignored Namjoon's yell and headed to the stairs. Namjoon quickly grabbed
him before he could go upstairs, holding him by the arm while the younger
stared back defiantly.
“Do you know what time is it now?”
“Why? You always go to the pub at night!”
“You're a minor, Jimin-ah! I was crazy worried about you!”
“Oh, you care about me now?”
Namjoon paused as if taken aback by Jimin's words. He couldn't understand what
he was talking about. He had always cared about Jimin. He skipped school and
nursed Jimin when he got sick. That was the only time he skipped school when he
was in high school. He protected him from those bully who made fun of his
flower patterned snickers. Even when he had girlfriend, Jimin was always his
first priority.
“You didn't even call me.”
Jimin said with a pout when Namjoon didn't say anything for a long moment.
“My phone is dead because you took my charger, genius.”
“Then you should have searched inside my room again. Like you always do!”
Jimin turned his body to face Namjoon completely. He was glaring with a pout.
Namjoon swallowed and let go of Jimin's arm.
“How many times have you done it, hyung?”
Jimin stepped forward, and Namjoon stepped back. Staring at Jimin silently,
heat began to rise up through his body, his heart pounding loud in his ears.
“Please not that again,”
“Do you think you're the ‘good son’? No, you're just as bad as me, hyung.”
Jimin stepped closer again, driving Namjoon into the living room. Namjoon
noticed the tiniest smile on Jimin's face. Jimin was toying with him. It should
make Namjoon angry, but somehow, it turned him on.
“You were jerking off to the image of me wearing that panties.”
“Fuck, Jimin stop.”
Namjoon's cock instantly rose to the word 'panties'. This kid is going to kill
him. Not physically, but emotionally. Namjoon stepped back again, until the
back of his knees touched the couch. But Jimin still stepped forward, closer
and closer, and Namjoon finally fell back on the couch.
“You want to touch me.”
Jimin said quietly, the corner of his lips curved up a little bit more. Namjoon
was perfect. He always had been. But now that Jimin found out his weakness, he
is going to make the most of it to use it against him. And Namjoon knows how
good he is at it. Jimin always hide Namjoon's charger because he knows Namjoon
can't live without his phone.
Namjoon couldn't stop his teeth from clenching. Namjoon tried to act like
Jimin's teasing wasn't affecting him, even when Jimin put his knees on the
couch one by one to kneel over his lap.
“Get off. You're drunk.”
Namjoon said between his clenched teeth. Jimin ignored him and started
unbottoning his pants. Namjoon couldn't help but look at Jimin's hands as he
worked on his fly. But Jimin stopped there.
“Do you want to know if I'm wearing it now?”
Jimin smirked. This time, he actually smirked. Namjoon clenched his fist as
Jimin leaned forward, lazily wrapping his arms around his neck and play with
his hair.
“I'm wearing a pink one now. With a little bow and a pretty lace at the front.
But do you know what will makes it prettier?”
Jimin whispered into Namjoon's ear. Namjoon couldn't say anything as the blood
filling his cock leaving his brain empty. He had been dying to touch the kid
and it was so hard to keep it together now that he was kneeling over him.
Namjoon finally grabbed Jimin by his waist and tried to push him away from his
lap, but Jimin's arms tightened around his neck. Jimin grabbed a handful lock
of Namjoon's hair and pulled his head back as he looked down at Namjoon's eyes.
“Your cum. Your cum on it will makes my panties prettier.”
Jimin said slowly and quietly. Like he was telling him a secret. And that very
moment, something snapped inside Namjoon's head.
Namjoon put his hands under Jimin's thighs and turned to throw him on the
couch. Ignoring Jimin's yelp, he cupped his brother's face and kissed him hard.
Groaning, Jimin grabbed his hair again when Namjoon crushed his lips too hard,
gripping his face too rough.
Jimin's moans was like a music to his ear. And it was the sexiest moans he's
ever heard. It was the first time Namjoon didn't think of what will happen
next. Or more likely, he wasn't thinking at all. His mind filled with lust,
desire, and need. He needed to taste him. Just once. Just this once.
“N-namjoon,”
Moaning louder this time, Jimin didn't fight when Namjoon pulled his head to
the side, his mouth pressing up his jaw and going down to his neck.
He is going to hell. The image of him being decent, smart and perfect already
went to hell along with his sanity. All he had left was a fucking boner.
“Ahh, fuck,”
Namjoon groaned, and grabbed the hem of Jimin's leather pants. He is just going
to look at it. He just needs to see it. And then he will stop. Just one look,
and then stop. Ignoring the warning alarm inside his head, he pushed the boy's
pants down his thighs in one motion.
Namjoon gasped as his gaze stuck to Jimin's groin. Just like Jimin told him, he
was wearing a pink panties. The color fits perfectly with his pale smooth skin.
Namjoon doesn't know about the names of shades but it was something like soft
pink, powder pink, whitish pink, whatever the color is, it wasn't a slutty
pink. It was beautiful.
“So beautiful,”
Namjoon's thumb traced the line of bulge in Jimin's panties as he held Jimin's
waist with both hands. Jimin moaned to the touch, and wiggled his hips to kick
out his pants. Namjoon pulled the rest of his pants out of his legs as he
noticed Jimin's struggle.
“Say it again.”
Jimin said breathlessly, grabbing Namjoon's forearm. Looking straight into his
eyes, Jimin's heavy lidded eyes dried every bit of saliva in Namjoon's mouth.
“You're so beautiful.”
Namjoon said again. Jimin smiled softly, and grabbed the front of Namjoon's T-
shirt to pull him down. Namjoon pressed their lips together again, this time
rubbing his tongue against Jimin's, biting the lower lip sore and swollen.
Jimin wrapped his legs around Namjoon's waist, and his arms around his neck,
forcing him to get closer. Namjoon groaned as their hips shifted. Jimin's feet
was pushing his hips down, he was literally rubbing himself up against him.
“Fuck, Jimin,”
Namjoon tried to push the kid away. It was hard to hold back, and kissing was
bad enough. But by the time Jimin was rubbing their erection together, stopping
here was nearly impossible.
“I, I shouldn't,”
“No no no no, don't stop. Please,”
Jimin's legs tightened around his waist, but he let go of Namjoon's neck to
quickly get to his belt, unclasping it and tearing through his button and fly.
Namjoon just watched. Now, it was impossible to stop.
Jimin didn't bother to pull down Namjoon's jeans and slid his hand inside
Namjoon's boxers. Namjoon groaned when Jimin's hand wrapped around his shaft
and pulled it out of his boxers. His hand looked so small around his cock, it
was fucking adorable.
“You're big,”
Jimin muttered, and looked at Namjoon's eyes. Namjoon pulled away Jimin's hand
from his cock and wrapped it around his shoulder. He was so close he was sure
he could come with a few strokes. But he didn't want to come alone.
“Come with me,”
Namjoon pushed down the front of Jimin's panties. His cock sprang out and he
wrapped his hand around both their cocks. He stroked them, long and hard.
Groaning, Jimin pushed into his hand, their skin sliding together, his hand
squeezing their heads.
“Ahh         ,”
Jimin's head pressed back to the couch, his back arched as he came hard in
Namjoon's hand. Namjoon leaned down to kiss his throat, still stroking their
cocks. Jimin's body jerked a few times as he kept on coming, and Namjoon
finally came just when Jimin was about to cry in sensitivity.
“Fuck, I shouldn't have done that.”
Coming back to his senses, Namjoon pressed his forehead to Jimin's chest as if
hiding his flushed face to Jimin.
“Yeah, you shouldn't have.”
Jimin said quietly, panting underneath him. Namjoon's head snapped up,
surprised, but when he looked at Jimin, he was smiling.
“You know what you did was wrong, right? We're brothers, hyung. You can't touch
your little brother like that.”
Jimin laughed. But Namjoon was shocked. Namjoon quickly sat up on the couch to
fix his pants, but he couldn't button it as his hands were shaking crazily.
“Fuck,”
Namjoon pressed his palms on his forehead and groaned. He really wished it was
a dream. But his jizz on Jimin's panties was telling him it was real. Also
telling him that he fucked up again.
“You did bad, hyung.”
Jimin said as he also sat up on the couch. And slowly crawled to move closer to
Namjoon again. Namjoon saw him getting closer again, but his mind was too busy
regreting all the stupid shit he had done.
“But I like it when you do bad things. You were always good, always perfect. I
want to see you losing your mind over me.”
Namjoon gulped as Jimin's wet lips pressed against his neck, his tongue licked
over Namjoon's throat, silky hair tickling as he nipped his flesh.
“Fuck, Jimin stop,”
Namjoon felt like his cock getting hard again, he had to grab Jimin's shoulders
and pulled him away from his neck. Jimin protested, but he was no match for
Namjoon's strength.
Namjoon quickly stood up from the couch before Jimin starts saying things that
drives him crazy.
 
 
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“Boys, come get your plate!”
Yeorang shouted from the kitchen. She came back from her night shift few hours
ago, but even though she was tired from staying in the hospital for two nights,
she always cooks for them when she's at home.
When Namjoon went down from his room, Jimin was already eating his breakfast at
the dining table. Their eyes met for a second, but Namjoon quickly looked away
and went to the kitchen to get his breakfast.
“Did you just wake up? You look tired.”
Yeorang asked Namjoon as she cleaned around the kitchen counter.
“I just... couldn't sleep.”
Namjoon murmured hesitantly, and scratched the back of his neck. Yeorang looked
at him worriedly, but Namjoon left the kitchen before she starts to ask him
further.
He put the plate on the other side of the table to where Jimin was eating, and
sat on the farthest chair. He could tell that Jimin was looking at him, but he
dared not to look back. He didn't know how to act around him even when he
started checking him out. But now that he actually did something, it felt like
he couldn't even breathe around him.
“Joon-ah, I just stopped by to check if you guys are doing all right. I have to
go back to the hospital again later.”
Yeorang said apologicaly as she put a glass of water in front of Jimin.
“I, uh, I might stay at Hoseok's tonight.”
Namjoon stuttered, and quickly glanced at Jimin. Jimin was already looking at
him, frowning.
“Oh. Can you stay home alone, honey?”
Yeorang asked, putting her hand on Jimin's shoulder. Jimin didn't look away
from Namjoon as he nodded, his brows were still furrowed.
“Okay. I'll just do the laundry and quickly take a nap before I go back to the
hospital again.”
She felt bad about making Namjoon and Jimin do all the house work. So at least,
she promised to do her laundry and clean her room by herself.
“Mom, can you include mine too? I have something dirty in my room.”
“Yeah, sure. Bring them here.”
Yeorang went to her room to get the laundry basket. Jimin glanced at Namjoon
before he stood up from his seat, and the look on his face wasn't something
Namjoon liked.
Namjoon got a bad feeling about this, so he followed Jimin to his room.
“Jiminie,”
Namjoon called weakly after he closed the door behind him. Jimin turned around
as if he already knew Namjoon will follow him.
“You won't tell her, right?”
Namjoon asked, more as a prayer than a question.
“Tell her what? That I have a dirty underwear of your jizz all over it?”
Jimin said expressionlessly. Namjoon licked his lips nervously as he cursed
inside his head.
“Or that you tongue fucked my mouth and rubbed your cock to mine while you
pinned me down on the couch?”
Jimin continued.
“I didn't pin you down!”
Namjoon shouted reflexively, and bit his lip as he remembered Yeorang is
downstairs.
“Don't tell me I was the one started it, Jimin. You're the one knelt over me
and started unbuttoning your pants!”
“Yeah, but I didn't ask for it.”
Jimin smirked and stepped closer to him when Namjoon started panicking in front
of him.
“What the fuck are you talking about!? You literally seduced me! You were the
one pinning me down!”
Namjoon whispered angrily.
“You can easily stop me. You are stronger and smarter than me. And you were the
sober one.”
Jimin said quietly, and put his hands on Namjoon's chest as he lightly pushed
him to the door.
“But you wanted me. You wanted to see me in those pretty panties and touch me.
You want to kiss my wet lips, and lick every skin on my body. You want to fuck
me, hyung. You want to fuck your little brother so bad.”
Jimin's words was hypnotizing him. Namjoon clenched his teeth and fists as he
stared down at Jimin's eyes. He was smiling. Not a smirk. He was smiling like a
little kid who found a great toy to play with. Jimin wanted something from him.
And Namjoon got a feeling that it won't be pretty.
“What do you want, Jimin?”
Namjoon's voice was shaking as he asked the question. The corner of Jimin's
lips curved up again, his hands sliding down on Namjoon's abdomen.
“You're not going to Hoseok hyung's apartment tonight. You're staying here with
me. Or else I'll tell.”
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
“Hey.”
“Uh, hey.”
Hoseok's brows furrowed as soon as he saw Namjoon standing in front of his
door. Namjoon got a bags under his eyes like he haven't slept for three days.
And he kept on licking and biting his lips nervously.
Hoseok was just about to ask if he had killed a kitten on his way here when
Namjoon's phone went off, but Namjoon pretended like he couldn't hear the
ringing sound and went inside the apartment.
By the time Hoseok closed the front door and went to the room, Namjoon was
already sitting on the couch, making himself at home. His phone still ringing
loudly inside his pocket.
“Aren't you going to get that?”
Hoseok asked.
“No. You don't mind if I crash here tonight, right?”
Namjoon asked, almost as if he was begging.
“I don't mind, but...”
Hoseok trailed, and grabbed his phone from the desk to check if he got message
from Seokjin saying he'll come over. But Seokjin haven't replied to his message
for couple of hours.
“Yeah, I think it's alright. Seokjin must be working tonight anyway.”
Hoseok finally answered, and Namjoon's phone stopped ringing at the same time.
“He has a photoshoot this late?”
“No, he works at the bar twice a week. Coffee or coke?”
Hoseok said nonchalantly and went to the kitchen.
“Just water. You mean the bar at the second street?”
“No, somewhere else. I don't know where though.”
Hoseok's apartment is a studio type with only one big room. His bed, dresser,
couch, TV, computer desk, coffee table that he use to eat is in the same room.
And the kitchen is just right beside the doorway, so Namjoon could see Hoseok
opening the fridge from the couch.
“Jin hyung has a lot of secrets, doesn't he?”
“Actually, he is very open with me. But I don't want to know what he does at
work.”
Hoseok said, and handed a bottle of water to Namjoon as he sat on the other
side of the couch.
“But why? You've never seen his pictures before?”
Namjoon asked as he screw the bottle open.
“Of course not. He models for gay porn sites, Joon-ah. What if he's sucking a
dick? Or actually taking other guy's dick up in his ass? I don't mind if he
likes modeling as long as I don't know what kind of photoshoot he does. Same
with the bar. It can be gay bar or something, so I don't ask.”
Namjoon paused with the bottled water half way to his mouth. It did make sense,
but it was weird. How can Hoseok stand his boyfriend posing for a porn? Namjoon
didn't think of it before, but now that Hoseok told him, he realized that
Hoseok and Seokjin has an unique relationship. But he was somehow relieved to
know that he wasn't the only one struggling.
“I'm proud of you, Hoseok-ah. If I had a boyfriend, I don't think I can stand
it. Just the thought of my lover showing off his beautiful body to someone
makes me go nuts.”
“Are you saying Seokjin has a beautiful body or are you talking about someone
else? Because that's awkward.”
“Definitely not Jin hyung. Just... no specific person.”
Namjoon awkwardly shook his head as Jimin's body flashed inside his head. It
did sound awkward. Thankfully, Hoseok's phone went off beside him, interrupting
their conversation. But Namjoon huffed as he caught Jimin's name on Hoseok's
phone screen.
“Your brother is calling me.”
Hoseok showed the screen to Namjoon. Namjoon sighed and took the phone to end
the call.
“That kid is killing me. Can I use your balcony?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Namjoon went to the balcony and made sure the door is firmly closed and Hoseok
can't hear their conversation before calling Jimin.
“I'll tell!!”
Not even a second ring, Jimin answered the call. And that was the first thing
he said.
“I'm gonna call mom now!”
Jimin's voice was too loud, Namjoon had to keep his phone away from his ear.
“If you tell, I'll tell you were drinking last night!”
Namjoon shouted back.
“Then tell. It'll only make things worse for you, though. I can tell her you
touched me because you thought I was too drunk I wouldn't remember what you did
to me!”
Fuck. Namjoon cursed inside his head. He never thought Jimin can be smarter
than him at this. But Namjoon was smarter. He always had been.
“You don't have any proofs!”
Namjoon said threateningly, and Jimin was silent over the phone for a moment.
“Do you think mom will think I'm lying? You did bad, hyung. You touched your
little brother! I will tell mom you fucked me!”
“I didn't fuck you, Jimin-ah!”
“You don't have proof that you didn't either!”
Jimin shouted and hung up the phone before Namjoon could say anything.
“Fuck!”
Namjoon almost threw his phone, he was too pissed. What the fuck is wrong with
that kid. Namjoon took a deep breath and slowly breathed it out as he tilted
his head on the handrail to calm himself.
“Please don't throw yourself now. I don't want to witness a suicide.”
Namjoon startled as he heard a voice. He turned around to look at the door but
it was closed. Then he realized that the voice was coming from the balcony next
door.
Namjoon couldn't see the person because of the partition wall. All he could see
is the guy's pale hand on the handrail holding a lightened cigarette. But he
could tell that that person had definitely listened to their conversation.
“Shit,”
Namjoon quickly went inside Hoseok's room again.
“Sorry, I need to go.”
Namjoon said as he walked across the room. Hoseok just waved his hand from the
couch as if he knew Namjoon would leave.
Hoseok knows Namjoon can't go against Jimin. And if Jimin is desperate enough
to call Hoseok, of course he will go home.
 
“Jiminie?”
Namjoon opened the door slightly, just enough to see if Jimin was in his room.
But he wasn't there.
“Jimin-ah!”
Namjoon shouted louder, and when he thought about looking for him again
downstairs, the door to Namjoon's room opened and Jimin poked his head out.
“What are you doing in my room?”
“Nothing. I didn't think you'll come home.”
Jimin was fresh from the shower, his hair damp and sleek, dressed in dark blue
pajamas. Namjoon's pajamas.
“Why are you wearing my pajamas?”
“I couldn't find mine. Are you done asking questions?”
“No. Did you really call Yeorang?”
Jimin didn't say anything. Just looking at Namjoon like he was thinking of what
to say.
“Come on, Jimin-ah. Answer me.”
Namjoon stepped closer and pushed the door open so he can go inside. Jimin
stepped back and quickly looked at his phone lying on the bed.
“No. But I was about to send her a message. All I have to do is push the send
button.”
Jimin said, narrowing his eyes to Namjoon.
“No, you can't. Don't do it, Jimin.”
“I can do whatever I want.”
Namjoon clenched his fist. Jimin sat on his bed, his phone is just few inches
away from his hand.
“What do you want from me?”
Namjoon asked, although he didn't really want to know.
“I want you to admit it, hyung. I want you to admit that you wanted me.”
“What's the point of that!?”
“Because I want... I want proof.”
Jimin stood up from the bed. Namjoon breathe out a sigh of relief as he saw
Jimin was getting away from his phone, but his relief didn't last long.
Jimin started unbottoning his pajama shirt as he walked closer to Namjoon.
“Jiminie, what are you doing?”
“I'm seducing you. Just like what you said this morning.”
After Jimin finished unbottoning his shirt, Namjoon's gaze traced his chest
down to his flat stomach, and he noticed that Jimin had to roll up his pajama
bottoms at his waist because Namjoon's pajamas was too long for him.
“Why are you doing this?”
Namjoon gulped. Jimin is now standing in front of him, looking straight into
his eyes.
“I'm proving my point. You're so tall, so strong, so smart, but you can't stop
yourself from touching me. Because you want me, hyung. I know you want me.”
Jimin stood on his toes as he wrapped his arms around Namjoon's neck to pulled
him down for a kiss. It was a light kiss, only their lips pressed to each
other's. But Namjoon instantly got an urge to deepen the kiss. He wanted to
feel his tongue against his, he wanted to hear Jimin's voice again. But he
clenched his fist to stop himself.
When Namjoon didn't kiss back, Jimin ended the kiss with slightly confused look
on his face. And that's when Namjoon realized what Jimin really wanted from
him.
“Maybe you're the one who needs to admit something, Jiminie.”
“W-what do you mean?”
Jimin stepped back a little, just enough to look at Namjoon's eyes.
“You liked it. You liked it when I touched you. You even begged me not to stop.
Of course you liked it.”
Jimin didn't say anything, but Namjoon noticed him swallowing.
“Let's change the game.”
Namjoon stepped forward, and this time, Jimin was the one got driven into the
bed. The brat want to pretend that he hadn't been begging him last night? Who
cares who started it first? Who cares if he was drunk or not? Jimin kissed him
back, he begged him not to stop. Then, all Namjoon has to do was makes him
remember how he begged to him last night.
“Yeah, I admit it. I was checking you out for so long. I wanted to touch you,
to feel your smooth skin against mine. You're so sexy and so beautiful.”
Namjoon slid his hand under Jimin's pajama shirt and pulled him closer. Jimin
moaned, and the bulge in his pants was enough for Namjoon to know that Jimin
liked what he said.
“Go ahead, tell Yeorang I said that.”
“You're cheating... Ah,”
Jimin trailed with a groan, and his mouth remained open as Namjoon cupped his
bulge with his big hand.
“See? I haven't even touch you but you're already hard.”
Jimin couldn't stop his moans as Namjoon started rubbing his cock through his
pants. He closed his eyes, feeling his whole body heating up from Namjoon's
touch. It felt like his body is melting, he needed to grasped at Namjoon's arm
to hold himself up.
“Are you wearing it now?”
Namjoon leaned over to whisper into Jimin's ear. Jimin weakly nodded because he
couldn't trust his voice anymore.
“I want to see it.”
Jimin nodded again. Namjoon reached his hands down and pulled Jimin's pajama
bottoms down his narrow hips.
Jimin stepped out from his pants and looked at Namjoon's eyes. Namjoon smiled.
Jimin was wearing a silky pink panties with a little ribbons on the sides. His
cock was so hard, the head was poking out from the top.
“So pretty,”
Namjoon knelt down in front of Jimin. Holding his waist with both hands,
Namjoon lightly kissed the bulge in his panties.
“N-namjoon,”
Jimin slid his fingers through Namjoon's hair to hold his head. Looking through
his lashes, Namjoon raised his eyebrows.
“You liked it?”
Jimin bit his bottom lip. Fighting a smirk, Namjoon kissed his cock again
through the thin material. Jimin's grip on his hair tightened, and Namjoon
listened to every moans and hitch of breath Jimin made as he worked his way to
the bare tip.
“Ahh, fuck,”
Jimin moaned loudly when Namjoon's tongue licked over the head of his cock.
Namjoon never sucked a cock before, but the unfamiliar taste of it didn't
bother him.
“I want to see you wearing that stiletto boots. I want to spread you on the bed
and fuck you senseless, punish you for being bad. You're driving me crazy.”
“Ahh, fuck. Suck me,”
Jimin reached to pull his cock out of the panties, and stroked it a few time
before pressing it to his brother's closed lips. Namjoon smiled again as he
gently pushed Jimin onto the bed, and pulled his panties out of his leg but
leave it on the other leg around his thigh.
“What's the magic word?”
Namjoon teased, but Jimin narrowed his eyes at him.
“Suck me or I'll tell.”
Brat. Namjoon shook his head at Jimin's stubbornness, but Jimin was cute when
he is being stubborn. Namjoon was confident enough to know that Jimin wouldn't
tell. He wouldn't if he is the one desperate for Namjoon's touch.
“Wrong answer.”
Namjoon pushed Jimin's legs up, and while Jimin was struggling to hold his
weight on his elbows as he leaned back to the mattress, Namjoon licked his
finger and pushed a thick digit up against the boy's tight hole and began
teasing it slowly around the edge.
He wasn't sure if he is good at giving head because he never done it before,
but he knows he is good with his hands and fingers.
“W-wait, Namjoon, that's...fuck,”
Eyes squeezed shut, Jimin's back arched, his legs involuntarily spreading
wider.
Namjoon teased the entrance with another finger, but Jimin was too tight for
two fingers. Instead, Namjoon pushed his middle finger deeper, and wrapped his
other hand around Jimin's cock to stroke it.
“Oh, fuck!”
Jimin's body jolted again. Namjoon rubbed his prostate again and again, his
thumb teasing the head of his cock.
Namjoon thought he knows what he was doing. He wasn't losing his mind this
time. He's just gonna make Jimin beg to him again. So Jimin can know that he
can't blackmail him.
But as he listened to Jimin's voice, he wasn't sure if he still thinks that
way.
Jimin had an amazingly slutty, desperate sob and Namjoon immediately regretted
hearing it. Bacause he already want to hear it again. He wanted to make the boy
scream and beg and cry while he took him again and again. No, this was
definitely not a smart idea. But it was too late to stop.
Namjoon took Jimin's cock in his mouth, even though Jimin hadn't begged him
yet. He needed to end it fast. End it now.
“Ahh, I'm g-gonna,”
Jimin gripped the sheets tight with both hands as Namjoon opened his mouth as
wide as he could to take Jimin's cock deep inside his mouth while pressing his
prostate with every slow push.
“Say it, Jimin-ah. Say you like it.”
Namjoon wiped the precome and saliva on his lips with the back of his hand and
looked at Jimin's eyes. He replaced his mouth with his hand, and started
stroking teasingly. Shaking and crying out a stream of mumbled nonsense, Jimin
spread his legs wider, he was desperate to come.
“Say it, or I will stop now.”
Namjoon repeated, and paused his hand from stroking.
“I-I like it, d-don't stop! I'm so close,”
Jimin whined desperately. Namjoon can see he was very close. Namjoon couldn't
stop even if he wanted to, but he wasn't finished.
“Say please. I like it when you say please like a good boy you used to be.”
Namjoon forced his finger deeper into Jimin's hole, finding the spot that makes
him scream again.
“Aah, please please please, Namjoon, please,”
Jimin gasped out, his voice low and hoarse with need. Jimin's body arched again
as Namjoon found his prostate, and taking it as a cue, Namjoon stroked his cock
fast and hard.
“Aah, fuck           ”
Jimin gripped the sheets with both hands as he came hard, his breath caught in
his throat nearly silent.
“Fuck, Jimin,”
Namjoon mumbled as he nipped Jimin's throat heatedly, his teeth biting in too
hard, his large hands too rough as he caressed every skin on Jimin's body.
But he stopped, clenching his fist on Jimin's exposed chest.
“This is so fucked up.”
A part of him just wanted to keep going. A part of him didn't ever want to
stop. But he moved away from the bed.
“W-where are you going?”
Jimin asked breathlessly.
“I'm sorry, Jimin-ah. I'm so sorry I couldn't stop it.”
Namjoon said, looking down at the floor. He was too embarrassed to look at
Jimin.
“I'll tell mom if you leave me now.”
“Can you please stop saying that?”
“But you always do! You always leave me here alone.”
“That's because...”
Namjoon broke off and shook his head. That's because he was starting to lose
his mind over his little brother. No, he can't say that. It'll just give
another idea for Jimin to blackmail him again.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Namjoon woke up on the couch groaning as he heard a loud knock on the door. He
pulled a pillow over his head, but the knocking noise grew louder and louder,
the person behind the door was obviously not going to leave.
“Jimin-ah! Get the door!”
Namjoon growled under the pillow.
“I'm busy!”
Jimin shouted from the distance. Growling again, Namjoon forced his body up to
open the front door.
“Coming!”
Namjoon shouted, but the loud knocking didn't stop. He was ready to punch the
asshole in the face as he opened the door, whoever it was, but he paused as if
taken aback when he saw the bright smile on the boy's face.
“Good morning, Joonie hyung! Is Jiminie awake?”
Namjoon sighed, and his grip on the door handle loosened.
“Hey, Tae. Yeah, he's awake.”
Taehyung was dressed as if he is going to Coachella, way too overdressed for
school. Then Namjoon remembered that Jimin and Taehyung doesn't have school
today because it was holiday.
Namjoon scratched his head as he turned around to call Jimin.
“Jimin-ah! Taehyung is here!”
“Five minutes!”
Jimin shouted again.
“He said five minutes.”
“Yeah, I heard. Can I wait inside?”
Taehyung smiled widely. Namjoon frowned as he noticed the thick eye liner
around Taehyung's eyes. So this kid influenced Jimin to put on make up.
“No. Wait outside.”
Namjoon said quickly, and closed the door before Taehyung starts begging to
come in. He thought Taehyung will start knocking crazily on the door again, but
thankfully, he didn't.
When he thought about going upstairs to check if Jimin is in his room getting
ready, he heard the door to Yeorang's room opened, and Jimin came out from
there.
“What were you doing in there?”
“I borrowed her make up.”
Jimin said as he looked at the mirror hung on the wall near the stairs, running
his fingers through his silky black hair. He was wearing a loose V-neck T-
shirt, light blue ripped jeans, and a lot of silver accessories. Looking at
Jimin through the mirror, Namjoon noticed that he also has eye liner on, but
not as thick as Taehyung. And his lips were beautifully red, but he couldn't
tell if it's natural red or make up red.
“Are you using Yeorang's eye liner? If you're using it everyday, she'll notice
someone has been using        ”
“No, hyung. I have my own eye liner. I borrowed mom's concealer because you
left a bunch of hickies around my neck.”
Jimin cut him off with slightly annoyed tone. Namjoon gulped and looked at
Jimin's neck. But he didn't see any bruises. Jimin must have covered them
really well.
“I'm sorry.”
Namjoon murmured to the floor and huffed.
“I didn't say it because I wanted an apology.”
Jimin looked at Namjoon through the mirror as he said, and fixed his hair for
one last time before heading to the doorway. But Namjoon quickly grabbed his
bicep.
“Please don't drink this time.”
“Hyung, it's ten in the morning. Who drinks at       ”
“Just promise me you won't drink.”
Jimin didn't say anything. Just looking at Namjoon with furrowed brows.
“I promise I'll come home tonight if you promise me you won't drink.”
Namjoon added.
“I won't drink.”
Jimin finally answered quietly, still looking at Namjoon. Namjoon let go of his
arm and Jimin slowly turned his heels to leave.
After Jimin left, the house was eerily quiet. Namjoon turned on the TV for a
sound, but not intended to actually watch it. He only has one afternoon class
on Friday, so he decided to take a shower before heading to school, but then he
saw the pink underwear in the laundry basket on his way to the bathroom.
“Brat,”
Saying under his breath, Namjoon threw the underwear inside the washing
machine. What if Yeorang came home unannounced and saw that? He wasn't sure if
Jimin did it on purpose. Maybe he did. He won't tell, but put hints all over
the house. Because he knows it'll stress the hell out of Namjoon.
Already stressing over the blackmail thing, Namjoon scratched his head as he
look inside the laundry basket if Jimin put another panties. And he did.
Namjoon found the lacy soft pink panties with his own dried cum all over it.
Maybe Namjoon is the one who needs to drink tonight.
 

“Hey, Joonie.”
Namjoon was about to finish his second glass of beer as he heard the familiar
voice. He looked over his shoulder to see Seokjin was walking towards him, his
bright pink sweater with a dorky Princess Peach design on was drawing
everyone's attention.
The bar was nearly full due to the holiday. Most of them are from the same
college. Maybe their professors decided to enjoy the long weekend and cancelled
their class, like Namjoon's professor did.
“Oh. Hey, Jin hyung. Are you alone?”
Namjoon asked as Seokjin sat next to him.
“No, I'm meeting Hoseok here after his class. Are you alone?”
“Yeah. I just needed a couple of drinks.”
Namjoon sighed to his almost empty glass.
“You look stressed again. Hoseok told me you went to his apartment last night
looking like you killed a kitten on your way there and left looking like you
needed to kill another one.”
Namjoon shook his head as a sudden smile flashed on his face. It was kind of
funny.
“Yeah, kittens can be very dangerous if you didn't teach them some manners.”
“Ooh, girl problems?”
Seokjin laughed, his eyes gleaming in curiosity. But Namjoon interrupted him by
ordering another beers for both of them.
“You know, you always overthink too much. Just chill. Relax. Stop worrying.”
Yeah, having sex with your brother is definitely not something to overthink
about. Namjoon thought sarcastically, and shook the stupid joke out of his
head.
“Here's your beers.”
The bartender put a glass of beer in front of Namjoon, and another one in front
of Seokjin. Namjoon reached out to take his, but then he paused as he heard a
voice behind him.
“Yah, I ordered it first.”
The guy said, and the bartender came back in front of Namjoon.
“Oh yeah. Sorry about that. This guy was first.”
The bartender took the glass from Namjoon and put it closer to the guy. As the
guy came closer to take it, Namjoon caught a glimpse of the guy's eyes staring
down at him.
“Hey, Kim Namjoon. It's been a while.”
He smiled. Namjoon's brow twitched as he instantly remembered who it is. Min
fucking Yoongi. The last guy he wanted to meet at the moment. Or ever.
“Hey.”
Namjoon greeted bluntly, hoping Yoongi will go away after that. But he didn't.
He leaned on the bar counter sideways, his weight on his elbow as he smiled
tauntingly. Namjoon thought about leaving, but the bartender brought him a new
glass of beer.
“Do you go to Yonsei University? It's near here, right?”
“Yeah, I do.”
Namjoon answered bluntly again and gulped down half of his beer. Now his mind
is only focused on finishing his beer quick.
“Yeah, I remember you were really smart. It must be nice to attend such a great
college after you ruined someone's life.”
Yoongi said sarcastically, his voice low and quiet. Namjoon huffed as he
realized Yoongi was bringing up the subject he wished he wouldn't.
“You were smoking at the school parking lot. And punched the guy who corrected
you for doing it. I just told what I saw. It was your fault, not mine.”
Namjoon gripped the glass tightly as if he was about to smash the glass in his
hand. Yoongi scoffed and leaned down closer until his mouth was only inches
away from Namjoon's ear.
“But it wasn't your fucking business either.”
Yoongi said in an angry whisper. Yoongi was clearly holding a grudge against
Namjoon. He got expelled from their highschool after that and went to the
different school in Daegu. Of course it was a big deal for him.
“Yah, what is your problem? Can't you see he's with me? Get lost.”
Thankfully, Seokjin spoke up for him. Yoongi frowned as he looked at Seokjin,
clearly annoyed.
“I'll see you again.”
Yoongi said threateningly.
“Yeah, can't wait to hear how your wonderful life turned out in Daegu.”
Namjoon replied sarcastically as he looked at Yoongi walking away from him.
“Thanks, hyung.”
Namjoon huffed again after Yoongi was finally out of his sight.
“Sorry. I thought I can keep you company until Hoseok comes, but I'm going home
now.”
Putting a bill on the counter, Namjoon stood up.
“Don't worry about me. And stop worrying about everything.”
Seokjin smiled and raised his glass to Namjoon.
 
 
When Namjoon went home, the lights were all turned on inside the house. Even
the TV. But it was completely abandoned as Jimin was nowhere to be found in the
living room. But Namjoon noticed Jimin's silver accessories lying on the short
coffee table.
“Jimin? Are you home?”
Namjoon heard the sound of water flowing in the kitchen after he turned the TV
off.
Jimin was there washing dishes, still wearing his loose V-neck T-shirt and
light blue ripped jeans.
“I came home.”
Namjoon said quietly, as if proving he had kept his promise. But Jimin didn't
say anything. He didn't even turned around as he kept washing the few dishes
that remained in the sink.
Namjoon walked closer, and he noticed Jimin had earbuds jammed in his ears.
Namjoon stepped closer to pull the earbud from his ear, and made Jimin's body
jerk in surprise.
“You left the TV on.”
Namjoon said quietly, careful not to sound angry.
“Sorry.”
Jimin murmured as he looked away from Namjoon and began to wash the dishes
again. Namjoon took Jimin's earphones and his phone connected to it, and put
them on the counter. A slight grin flashed on Namjoon's face as he stared at
Jimin washing the dishes. It's not that Jimin doesn't do any house works.
Actually, he does more than Namjoon. But it was still nice to see his
rebellious brother helping him around the house.
“W-why are you dressed like that?”
Jimin asked nervously, stealing a glance at Namjoon's clothes, but not his
face.
Namjoon was wearing a casual suit jacket over his silky button up shirt, and
his favorite black tight pants. His blond hair combed back. It wasn't something
special. Namjoon mostly wears simple fit T-shirt, but he occasionally wears
button up shirts too. And Jimin knows that.
“What do you mean?”
Namjoon asked as he looked down at his outfit.
“N-nothing.”
Jimin stuttered again. Namjoon wondered what was in his little brother's mind.
He looked so nervous and shy. Namjoon couldn't help but run his hand up the
boy's neck and squeeze his nape lightly, trying to comfort him. But Jimin's
body tensed even more to his touch.
“Let me see how bad the hickies are.”
Namjoon took a paper towel from the counter and wet it before wiping the
concealer off of Jimin's neck. Jimin breathe out a small moan as he felt the
cold wet towel pressed to his neck.
Jimin had three hickies around his neck. It wasn't as bad as Namjoon thought.
And they were already starting to fade.
Running his eyes over him critically, Namjoon didn't let go of Jimin's neck,
rubbing his thumb over the bruises in slow swipes.
“It will be gone by tomorrow.”
Namjoon's voice sounded sad despite of himself. Namjoon gulped as he realized
he wanted Jimin to have his hickies all the time. Marking him as his. The
purple bruises looked beautiful on him.
“Hyung,”
Jimin muttered as he looked at Namjoon through his lashes. Jimin bit his bottom
lip as he struggled to put his thoughts into words. Namjoon's body suddenly
began to heat up. Jimin looked so sexy like that. He looked so beautiful.
“You're checking me out again.”
Jimin said after a few seconds of silence, and Namjoon quickly let go of
Jimin's neck and stepped back. Jimin's brows slowly began to furrow as he
watched Namjoon stepping away from him.
“I'm sorry.”
Namjoon muttered before turning around, but his feet stopped when he heard a
loud crash behind him. Quickly turning around again, he saw Jimin looking down
at the floor, and a pieces of glass flew all over the place.
“Don't move!”
Namjoon shouted as Jimin was about to move with his bare feet. Startled, Jimin
immediately paused.
“Don't move.”
Namjoon said again calmly. Jimin just nodded, and turned the faucet off. The
large pieces of glass was mostly flew around Jimin, so Namjoon stepped closer
to him again, careful not to step on the glasses. When he was close enough to
reach for him, Namjoon put his hands under the boy's arm pits and lift him up
effortlessly.
“Stay there while I clean this up.”
Namjoon said after he gently released Jimin, so he was sitting on the kitchen
counter. His legs dangling down from there, not touching the floor.
But Jimin quickly grab hold of his biceps tightly, preventing him from leaving.
“Don't walk away.”
Jimin muttered, his hands sliding up to Namjoon's shoulder. His voice was so
quiet and weak, as if he was about to start crying.
“Stop walking away from me.”
Jimin muttered again, and Namjoon swallowed as he thought Jimin will really
starts crying in front of him.
“A-are you drunk?”
Namjoon asked dumbly. Jimin quickly shook his head and slid his hands up again
so he was wrapping his arms around Namjoon's neck, his fingers playing with the
hair at the nape.
“You know you can't undo what you already did, right? I already know how you
kiss, how you touch. Rough and hard, but always careful not to hurt me. I know
how you like me wearing the panties. And your fingers... I know how it feels
inside me, how it feels so good, how it makes me want more. A lot more. I can't
stop thinking about it.”
Jimin kept his gaze to Namjoon's lips as he say it. Namjoon was breathing
heavily, his heart throbbing crazily inside his chest, his cock grew hard
uncomfortably inside his tight pants. But he clenched his teeth to stop himself
from kissing his brother.
“Jimin, we can't continue this.”
Namjoon managed to say with his shaking voice. He was already second away from
losing his mind.
“Do you want me to beg?”
Jimin lapped his tongue out to tease over Namjoon's lips. Fuck. Namjoon growled
as he gripped on Jimin's thigh.
“Jimin,”
Namjoon tilted his head to Jimin's chest. He tried to calm the growing lust,
desire and need inside him. But Jimin gripped tighter on his hair, pulling his
head back so he can look at his eyes again.
“Stop fighting and be bad to me already.”
Jimin wrapped his legs around Namjoon's waist as he pulled him closer, crashing
their lips together. Namjoon lost it there. Grabbing the back of Jimin's head,
he thrusted his tongue between his lips, tilting his head to guide him. Jimin
moaned loudly as Namjoon pushed him down onto the kitchen counter, his head
leaned against the wall.
“Aah, I, w-waited, h-home,”
Jimin stuttered between kisses, and Namjoon wanted to know what he was trying
to say, but he couldn't quite stop kissing him.
“I, aah, waited for you to c-come home,”
Jimin finally managed to say it as Namjoon started to nipping on his neck,
wanted to mark him there again. Jimin continuesly moaned as he felt Namjoon's
big hands caressing his skin underneath his T-shirt. But Jimin had a better
idea of where his hands should be. Jimin grabbed Namjoon's hand to guide it
where he wanted it to be. And Jimin groaned as Namjoon's big hand was finally
cupping the bulge in his jeans.
“You want me to touch you there?”
Namjoon asked as he continue to kiss and licked Jimin's neck. Jimin nodded, and
put his hand over Namjoon's hand to rub it on his cock.
“So impatient.”
Namjoon grinned against Jimin's neck and started unbuttoning the boy's jeans.
But he paused as he noticed the boy wasn't wearing his pretty panties.
“Are you wearing briefs?”
Namjoon looked at Jimin's eyes with slightly confused look on his face.
“I, I don't usually wear them outside. I used to only wear it when I jerk off
in my room.”
Jimin said shyly and sat up on the counter. Namjoon remembered Jimin just came
home from meeting his friend earlier.
“Then why are you wearing it often now?”
Namjoon asked, hoping Jimin will say the answer he wanted to hear.
“Because I wanted you to see it. I wanted to hear you say it's pretty.”
And he said it. Namjoon smiled and kissed Jimin on his lips gently.
“It's pretty. You are pretty.”
Jimin flushed as Namjoon kissed him again.
“You said you wanted to see me wearing the boots.”
“Yeah, I did.”
“Do you want to see it now?”
Jimin bit his lip and looked at Namjoon through his lashes. Namjoon grinned
again. Jimin was too cute, too perfect. And he sure knows how to drive Namjoon
crazy.
Namjoon didn't answer his question, because it was obviously yes. Instead, he
made Jimin wraps his arms and legs around him again as he picked him up from
the kitchen counter, and carried him to Jimin's room.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
     Seriously, you should listen to this song before or while you're
     reading this chapter. 10000x better.
     Bloodstream by Ed sheeran♪
      
Namjoon slowly zipped the boot up, and his hand passed the black stocking so
thin they were almost transparent, and settled on Jimin's bare thigh. Jimin was
looking down at him nervously, his hands folded close to his groin as if he
wanted to hide his hard on. Which he wasn't doing much of a good job at it.
“Stand up.”
Namjoon ordered. Jimin gulped, and slowly stood up from the bed. Namjoon held
his forearms just in case Jimin wasn't used to walk with heels, but
unexpectedly, Jimin seemed to not having any problem with it.
Namjoon led him in front of the full length mirror and stand behind him. Jimin
already looked perfect only with his corset and boots, but Namjoon grabbed the
black wig from the bed and put it on his head anyway.
“I... I look funny.”
Jimin muttered shyly. But from the tone of his voice, Namjoon knew he didn't
really mean it.
“No, you look beautiful.”
Namjoon combed his fingers through the black wig, fixing the curls at the end.
Namjoon noticed the slight grin on Jimin as he stare at the mirror.
“Is the corset too tight?”
Jimin shook his head sideways.
“Do you want me to tighten it more?”
Jimin nodded. Namjoon tucked Jimin's long hair behind his ear and tilted his
head a little, so he could see the ribbons on his corset. And tugged on it a
little. Jimin gasped, but slowly breathe out.
“Better?”
Jimin nodded again. Namjoon put his hands on Jimin's shoulders and he noticed
that Jimin was slightly shivering. And he kept on swallowing to breathe
properly.
“Are you nervous, Jiminie?”
Namjoon curled his hand around Jimin's throat and tilted his head a little bit
more. Jimin whimpered and tilted his head back to rest on Namjoon's shoulder
when Namjoon's lips pressed against his neck.
“H-hyung,”
“You look too girly to call me hyung, Jiminie.”
Namjoon's hand slid down slowly from Jimin's neck and stopped just above the
corset as his thumb found his nipple. Jimin gasped when Namjoon's thumb brushed
over his nip. He could feel Jimin shivering even more and panting in front of
him.
“O-oppa,”
Namjoon grinned. Jimin finally figured out the right word. Jimin was still
feeling incredibly shy and nervous. Namjoon didn't want to push him if he was
unsure of this, but he couldn't stop touching him. Namjoon held Jimin's waist
and pulled him closer. His other hand still teasing his nip. Namjoon groaned
against his neck and kissed him more. His lips tracing the purple bruises on
his neck.
“D-do you remember... you used to call me pretty boy... when I was younger?”
Jimin said between his pant. His voice was already weak and high, almost
sounded like moans. Namjoon didn't really want to talk about their
‘brotherhood’ when he is kissing the shit out of his little brother, but he
listened to Jimin anyway as he kept talking.
“I really liked it. B-but you stopped     ah, fuck      calling me that.”
Namjoon pulled him even closer. Pressing his boner onto Jimin's silky
underwear.
“That's because I realized that you are really a pretty boy.”
Jimin then turned around, his eyes half lidded with lust.
“Like, I-want-to-fuck-you kind of pretty?”
Jimin wrapped his arms around Namjoon's neck. The corner of Namjoon's lips
curled up as he noticed that the shy and nervous Jimin was gone. Now, Jimin was
confident enough to tease him with his tongue licking his already wet lips. And
Namjoon quietly laughed as he imagined if he didn't say yes, Jimin will start
yelling ‘I'll tell mom!’ again.
“Yeah, whatever.”
Namjoon laughed. Jimin pulled him down closer and pressed his forehead to
Namjoon's.
“No, say it nicely oppa. I want to hear you say it.”
Namjoon put his hands on Jimin's corseted waist, trying to stop himself from
yanking the boy closer.
“But you look too girly to call boy.”
Namjoon whispered against Jimin's slightly opened mouth.
“Then call me pretty girl.”
Jimin whispered back, his gaze stuck to Namjoon's lips as he licked it
nervously.
“Do you want me to call you girl?”
Namjoon asked unsurely. Jimin's gaze moved up to Namjoon's eyes as he noticed
the confusion in his voice.
“I'm a boy inside and out. But you can call me whatever you want.”
“But you don't like it when I call you kid.”
“Okay, other than that you can call me whatever you want.”
Jimin wrapped his arms tighter and finally pressed his lips on Namjoon's. Too
impatient for another conversation. Namjoon wrapped his arms around his waist
and lifted him up a little, and turned to lay him on the bed. Their lips still
connected, Namjoon took his jacket off and tossed it on the floor.
“Pretty boy,”
Namjoon muttered. Jimin grinned as he pressed their lips again and thrusted his
tongue inside Namjoon's mouth. Namjoon groaned as he tried to catch Jimin's
tongue with his.
Jimin was too eager, too impatient to touch Namjoon. Namjoon liked his rough
kiss but it seemed like Jimin was rushing everything. Like if he doesn't hurry,
Namjoon will run away. And maybe that was exactly what he was thinking because
when Namjoon grabbed his wrists to unwrap his arms from his neck, Jimin's eyes
widen in shock.
“Jiminie, baby, I want you to stay still now.”
When Namjoon said, Jimin quickly shook his head. His eyes shows nervous and
fear.
“No, don't go!”
“I'm not going anywhere.”
It was impossible to leave even if he wanted to. Not when Jimin is lying
beneath him looking like this. Namjoon let go of Jimin's wrists. And Jimin
immediately wrapped his arms around Namjoon's neck again.
“Please, Namjoon. Please,”
Jimin pressed their lips again as if reminding Namjoon how it feels to touch
him, to kiss him. Namjoon somehow sensed that Jimin's please wasn't just for
"Please don't go”. He wanted something else.
“I want you inside me... want you to... fuck me...”
Jimin murmured into his mouth. And Namjoon pulled away rather quickly, his eyes
wide open.
“Jimin,”
“I won't tell! I promise, I won't tell!”
Jimin quickly sat up and reached for Namjoon's neck again. But Namjoon kept him
out of reach.
“Have you done this before?”
Namjoon asked hesitantly. Jimin slowly shook his head saying no.
“Then there's no way you can take me. Not without a lube.”
Jimin quickly sat up on his bed and reached to his night stand.
“Here.”
Jimin handed Namjoon an aloe vera. Namjoon raised his brow and looked at Jimin.
“It's 100% aloe. It's safe.”
Jimin added. Namjoon knew it's safe. Namjoon licked his lips nervously as Jimin
put the aloe vera on his hand. And he noticed something else. Jimin also had a
condom.
“I know where you hide your condoms. I told you I was waiting for you to come
home.”
Jimin explained before Namjoon ask. Jimin crawled to get closer to Namjoon
again, and worked on his fly. Namjoon put the aloe vera and the pack of condom
aside as he watched Jimin pulling his pants and boxers just past his hips.
Namjoon studied him as Jimin wrapped his hand around his cock and started to
stroke lazily, glancing at Namjoon's eyes and his cock alternately. The corset
beautifully hugs Jimin's boy-ish body, his face looked like a girl with his eye
liner and long hair. But he is prettier than any girl he knows. Even though
Jimin dressed like a whore and talk like a slut, he still looked like an angel.
“You like what you see?”
Jimin smiled wickedly, still working his hand up and down on Namjoon's shaft.
“Love it.”
Namjoon smiled back. Jimin leaned down to lick his sac. Namjoon groaned and
cupped the back of Jimin's head as Jimin worked his tongue on his sac before
licking up his shaft, and parted his lips to swallow the head.
Namjoon cursed as Jimin's lips tightened around his head and his tongue swirled
around the head inside his mouth. There's no way Jimin never done this before.
“Don't lie to me, Jiminie. You've done this before.”
Namjoon gripped tighter on his hair as he held back his groans.
“Blowjob, yes. Fucking, no.”
Namjoon cursed again when Jimin swallowed more of his shaft. He couldn't
swallow Namjoon's size all the way down, but the kid was obviously used to
taking cocks deep down his throat. How many times have you done it, brat.
Namjoon wanted to ask, but he figured it's better if he didn't.
“Hands and knees, Jiminie. I'll show you how a real cock taste like.”
Namjoon felt an unknown jealousy. Jimin must have noticed the change on
Namjoon's eyes because Jimin gulped before doing what he was told.
Namjoon squeezed some of the aloe vera on his hand and spread it around his
fingers. He gently pushed Jimin's back so his chest is pressed onto the
mattress, his ass lifted up high. The sight of Jimin's bubbly ass sticking up
in front of him was breathtaking. Jimin spread his legs more when he noticed
his stare. That simple move was so slutty and so hot. Namjoon pulled his thong
to the side a little and slid his lubed fingers between his cheeks.
“Ahh, fuck      ”
Jimin moaned to the cold liquid and lifted his ass a little bit more. The aloe
vera dries faster than a normal lube, so Namjoon didn't bother to tease the boy
and slid his finger in. Jimin's body jerked a little.
"Ahh!!”
Jimin jolted as Namjoon's finger slid over his prostate. Grinning, Namjoon did
it again, and Jimin started trembling.
“N-Namjoon... O-oppa,”
Jimin murmured against the pillow, suddenly remembered the word. Namjoon combed
his fingers through his long hair again, making sure Jimin can feel it.
Namjoon slipped free, only to return with more aloe. And another finger.
Jimin hissed a little but soon started rocking his hips against Namjoon's
fingers. Getting too impatient for more.
“W-want you now,”
Jimin gasped his words. But he was still too tight for Namjoon's size.
“Just a little bit more.”
Namjoon muttered and leaned down to nip on Jimin's ass cheek. Jimin moaned
louder. And he literally started sobbing at the time Namjoon had his three
digets inside him.
“Turn around, pretty boy.”
Namjoon bit opened the pack of condom as he watched Jimin lying down on his
back. His face was flushed, his eyes half lidded heavily, and his lips were
swollen from biting.
“This might hurt a little.”
Jimin just nodded. After rolling the condom on, Namjoon grabbed Jimin's ankles
and lifted his legs up, almost bending him in half.
The sight in front of him was almost the same image of what he's been dreaming
to see. The only differences were Jimin wasn't sitting on a chair but lying on
a bed. And his cock lined to his entrance.
Namjoon's cock was harder than ever, he could feel it throbbing. Fucking his
virgin brother was a bad idea. But there was no going back. It was impossible
to stop.
“Oh, fuck!!”
Jimin's head pressed hard onto the pillow as Namjoon's cock pushed slowly
inside him. He was too big for him. Namjoon paused with his cock half inside
Jimin. Jimin was biting his lip too hard.
“Don't bite your lip. It'll bleed.”
Namjoon brushed his thumb over Jimin's bottom lip. Jimin's mouth opened, and
his tongue licked his thumb teasingy, inviting it inside. So Namjoon slid his
thumb inside Jimin's mouth and Jimin started to suck on it.
That made Jimin relaxed somehow. Namjoon slowly pushed again until he couldn't
see his cock anymore. Jimin closed his eyes and tried to even his breathing
again. So Namjoon waited. He held Jimin's ankles and bend over as far as he can
to kiss the side of Jimin's knee high boots, slowly going up.
Jimin moaned as he watched Namjoon's kissing his boots. Namjoon was looking at
his eyes as he did it. And when Namjoon kissed his ankle over the boot, Jimin
nodded, telling him he's ready.
“You're so pretty.”
Namjoon took a deep breath and gripped Jimin's ankles tighter as he slowly
started to move his hips. Eventually thrusting faster with a steady rhythm.
Jimin moaned when Namjoon drew almost all the way out, leaving only the tip of
his cock inside him, before thrust back in. Namjoon bent him even more, and the
next thrust knocked the breath out of Jimin's chest.
“F-fuck, that feels      so good,”
“Harder?”
Jimin wonder if Namjoon can do any harder than he's already been doing, but he
nodded anyway. And his breath hitched as Namjoon started moving faster and
harder, and he realized Namjoon wasn't even fucking him earnestly.
“Ahh, N-namjoon      !”
“God, Jiminie. You're so fucking sexy like that. I'm not gonna last long.”
Jimin cursed more, but his words were almost inaudible behind his moans and
groans. The sounds of skin-on-skin were louder than any of their voices. Until
Jimin started shouting.
“N-namjoon!! I can't     oh god,     n-not gonna,     ”
“Just a little bit,     more. I'm almost there too.”
Namjoon's hands slid down from Jimin's ankles and he hooked Jimin's legs inside
his elbows, and leaned down to kiss Jimin. Namjoon never fucked a girl this
hard before. He was always gentle. But he knew Jimin can take it. He is
different from those skinny girls. But that turned on Namjoon even more. The
urge to go harder was impossible to stop. And Jimin responded to his hard
thrusts with only a pleasure. Jimin was a panting mess beneath him, his kiss
rough and desperate. Almost as if begging to come.
Namjoon slowed down a little. Drew his cock almost out, and thrusted back in
again. And repeat it a few times.
“S-stop t-t-teasing!!”
Jimin grasped on Namjoon's forearms. Namjoon wasn't teasing. He knew this slow
thrusts feels so good when Jimin was too close to come. When his inside was
getting too sensitive. But Namjoon somehow found his rebellious brother so
adorable when he is mad.
“You want to come, pretty boy?”
Namjoon thrusted hard but slow, making sure he is aiming Jimin's prostate on
every thrust.
“Y-yes,”
Apparently, Jimin was too lost in pleasure to get angry at his smug tone. It's
a shame, because Namjoon wanted to hear him shout “I'll tell!” again. Like a
stubborn little kid.
“What if I stop?”
Namjoon grinned playfully. Jimin finally glared at him, noticing his intention.
“H-hurry up!”
Jimin shouted. His hand went to grab his own cock inside the pink panties. He
was half way to crying.
“What's the magic word?”
Namjoon asked the same question. But he didn't care if Jimin will say ‘please’
or ‘I'll tell’. Either one is a magic word now.
“O-oppa, fuck me harder! P-please make me     come,”
But Jimin always do better. Namjoon grinned and leaned down again. Crushing
their lips together.
Jimin's body arched instantly and his hand tightened on Namjoon's forearm, his
other hand stroking his hard cock as Namjoon thrusted fast and hard. Just how
Jimin likes it.
“I'm coming!     f-fuck,     I'm c-c-coming!”
Namjoon knew before Jimin started shouting. But Jimin held it longer than
Namjoon expected. Just like how a good boy he is. Then, Jimin came in his hand.
Namjoon followed few more thrust after.
Namjoon's heavy weight pressed Jimin into the bed. They remained like that for
a while, willing their breaths to return to normal.
Few minutes past, and Namjoon finally withdraw from Jimin. He watched Jimin
closing his eyes, he was still panting. Namjoon threw the condom into the trush
can and fixed his pants.
“Can you stand?”
Namjoon asked. Jimin slowly shook his head after a moment. He was too tired.
Namjoon grabbed a few tissues from the night stand and wiped Jimin's jizz on
his hand and on his corset.
“D-don't go,”
Jimin opened his eyes to look at Namjoon.
“Yeorang is coming home.”
Namjoon turned Jimin's body to the side so he can loosen the ribbon on his
corset. So Jimin can breathe properly when he is sleeping.
“I don't care.”
Jimin murmured. And Namjoon knew again that he didn't mean it.
“I do. And you should too.”
He also took the wig, and the boots out of his legs. Jimin seemed like he
wanted to tell Namjoon something, but instead, he curled like a kitten and
closed his eyes to sleep. Namjoon tucked him in bed and placed a little kiss to
his temple before exited Jimin's room.
Namjoon went down to clean the shattered glass in the kitchen. And he even
started washing the remaining dishes. It was three in the morning, but Namjoon
wasn't in a mood to go to bed. Just like the previous days, he started
regretting everything once he was alone. He is certainly not making the best
decisions.
Jimin's phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. Namjoon looked at the screen
without realizing, and saw Taehyung's name. He was calling.
The calling stopped after a few rings. But Namjoon frowned when the
notifications shows that Taehyung had called him five times. And Jimin received
over ten messages.
After washing the dishes and wiped his hands dry, Jimin's phone buzzed again.
And this time, Namjoon answered the call as if he has been waiting for it.
“Oh, Jiminie! You finally answered!”
Namjoon was expecting an emergency call but his brows furrowed when Taehyung's
voice sounded happy. Way too happy for three in the morning.
“It's not Jimin. Are you drinking?”
Namjoon said angrily. Just to scare the kid.
“Oh, shit. Uh, hi Joonie hyung!”
Taehyung laughed awkwardly.
“I knew you influenced Jimin to start drinking. Tae, I swear to god if you,”
“No no no, it wasn't me! You know I only drink coke! See?”
Namjoon assumed Taehyung lifted up his glass of coke. He was either too drunk
or too stupid to notice that Namjoon can't see it over the phone.
“Yeah, I can tell how sober you are.”
Namjoon said sarcastically and shook his head.
“Okay, maybe a little. But you know I can't take more than one glass of beer!
It's Jungkook who's influencing Jimin to do all the bad things!     Ow!”
Taehyung hissed. Someone punched him. Namjoon sighed as he listened to Taehyung
arguing with someone on the other side of the line.
“Tae, who the hell is Jungkook?”
Namjoon asked. Taehyung finally drew his attention back to Namjoon again.
“Oh, you don't know? He's Jimin's boyfriend!”
Taehyung chuckled. But Namjoon didn't find it funny.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry I'm late. I was extremely busy T^T
“Joonie, honey.”
Namjoon woke up as he felt a hand on his shoulder. When he opened his eyes,
Yeorang was looking down at him.
“I think you've fallen asleep while you're watching TV last night. Do you have
classes today?”
Namjoon rubbed his eyes and sat up on the couch. Still half asleep, he blankly
stared at nothing while Yeorang went to put the groceries in the kitchen.
“...No.”
Namjoon finally answered, getting aware of the morning light behind the
curtains. Namjoon yawned while scratching his head, and heard the happy
laughter of the little kids outside. It was Saturday. Meaning, it was still a
bit early for Namjoon to wake up since he doesn't have classes today.
“Good morning, mom!”
Jimin's voice echoed loudly inside the house. Namjoon reflexively turned his
head to look over the couch. And there he was in the kitchen. Smiling
cheerfully, wearing his pajamas.
“Hi, sweetie. You look happy.”
“I'm happy because you're home, of course.”
“I'm happy to see you too.”
Yeorang smiled and reached out to fix Jimin's hair. Jimin tilted his head a
little so Yeorang can see it properly. Standing next to Yeorang, Jimin looked
tall and very manly.
“Do you need any help?”
Jimin asked, but he was already grabbing one of the grocery bags from the floor
to put it on the kitchen counter.
“Can you put them away? I'll get the rest of the groceries.”
Yeorang grabbed her car key from the counter and headed to the front door. But
Namjoon quickly stood up from the couch and stopped her.
“Give me the key, mom. I'll get it.”
“Oh. Thank you, honey.”
Yeorang handed him the key and smiled. Namjoon smiled back as he took the key.
Yeorang bought a week's worth of groceries. Jimin does the grocery sometimes,
because Namjoon sucks at buying discounted goods thoughtfully. And he always
ends up buying the pre-made foods because he is too lazy to cook.
“Morning,”
Namjoon said awkwardly when he put the the grocery bags on the floor, just
beside Jimin. Jimin turned his head to look at him, and smiled.
“Good morning, hyung.”
Namjoon's eyes went wide when Jimin placed a light kiss on his cheek. Namjoon
reflexively turned around to see if Yeorang was anywhere near them, and when he
didn't see her, he breathed out a sigh of relief.
“Don't do that when Yeorang is home, Jimin.”
“Why? It's just a friendly kiss. It's not weird if brothers do it.”
“It's not weird if five and eight year old brothers do it. Not seventeen and
twenty year old brothers.”
Jimin laughed as he put the rest of the grocery away. And when he emptied one
bag, Namjoon put another one in front of him. Not actually intending to help
him put the groceries away. Because Jimin knows where to put them. Not Namjoon.
“Or are you doing it on purpose to annoy me?”
“Why would I do that?”
Jimin paused his hands and looked at Namjoon innocently.
“Because I know you left your panties in the laundry basket to annoy me.”
Jimin's brows furrowed, and soon his eyes widen as if he remembered what was
Namjoon talking about.
“No! I'm sorry, I forgot! I was about to do the laundry, but I saw the hickies
when I walked pass the mirror, and... I forgot. I didn't mean to leave it
there. I promise!”
Jimin said it a little too loud. Namjoon panicked and looked around again.
“Okay okay, please don't shout, Jiminie.”
Namjoon said in a loud whisper.
“I didn't do it to annoy you, hyung. Promise. I thought about hand washing them
with my body wash like I used to do, but I thought     ”
“Okay, Jiminie. I understand. You don't have to explain it.”
Namjoon just wanted to say “Shut up now before Yeorang hears you” but he knows
Jimin won't be pleased to hear Namjoon say it like that.
It was too risky to talk about any of these but Namjoon just wanted to know one
more thing.
“But you know you still have something you need to tell me.”
Namjoon lowered his voice even more. He was careful not to sound angry, but he
knew he failed just now.
“What do you mean?”
Jimin furrowed his brows again.
“I talked to Taehyung last night. He was with your friends.”
Jimin's eyes widen just slightly. Namjoon might not noticed it if he wasn't
paying attention to Jimin's reaction.
“S-so?”
Namjoon noticed that Jimin's voice trembled. And he was trying really hard not
to bite his lower lip. But instead, he clenched his jaw.
“He introduced me one of your friends.”
“I don't know what you're talking about.”
Jimin tried to say it nonchalantly. But his eyes twitched. And Namjoon knows
Jimin well enough to know that that is his habit when he realized he screwed up
and attempted to fix it by lying.
“I'm talking about Jungkook, Jiminie.”
Namjoon wanted to lead Jimin to confess it, but the brat was just too stubborn.
He have finally reached his limit. And there was no way he could hide that he
was mad.
“You didn't tell me you have a boyfriend!”
Jimin finally failed to hide his panic and stepped closer so he can grab
Namjoon's arm.
“B-but I told you I've done blowjobs before! Did you think I blow random
strangers to     ”
“Don't make excuses, Jiminie. I assumed you might have dated someone before,
but not currently! Why did you make me do it when you have someone to do it   
  ”
Namjoon broke off, surprised, when Jimin suddenly pushed him away. Namjoon
frowned and wanted to ask why the hell did he push him like that, but Jimin
wasn't looking at him anymore.
“H-hi, mom! I thought you're asleep by now.”
Namjoon quickly turned around when Jimin shouted and smiled awkwardly.
“No, I forgot to tell you that don't put the  chicken in the freezer. I'll make
a dakgalbi for dinner.”
Yeorang said as she rubbed one of her sleepy eyes. She looked tired than usual.
But fortunately, she didn't seem to hear any of their conversations.
“Mom, you look really tired. You need to rest. You don't need to cook dinner
for us.”
Jimin said softly and went to hug his mother.
“Yeah, I'm not gonna be home for dinner anyway.”
Namjoon's words came out bluntly than he intended. But he was just too pissed
to care. Jimin turned around to look at him, his eyes narrowed.
“Where are you going?”
Jimin asked on behalf of Yeorang. Not that Yeorang would ask though. She knows
Namjoon is a grown man. And he doesn't need any permission to go out.
“Meeting Hoseok.”
Namjoon said as if it was obvious. And maybe it was, because Jimin didn't ask
anything more.
 
 
“You know, Joon-ah. I know you're having a difficult times but can you please
stop drinking your beers like it's a bottle of water and you just finished
jogging for ten miles?”
Hoseok shook his head and took the empty bottle of beer from Namjoon's hand.
“Just let him drink, Hobi. He clearly needs it. Just drink and drink and drink
until you stop worrying. Because I'm sure there's nothing to worry about
anyway.”
Seokjin gestured the bartender for another beer. Hoseok didn't stop him,
because Seokjin is another stubborn guy.
Seokjin was wearing his nerdy glasses as usual, and his outfit was too dorky to
work at a bar later on. So Namjoon assumed he's not working tonight, but his
phone was receiving messages every two minutes. Hoseok didn't seem to mind it
like it was totally normal for Seokjin.
“So, are you ready to tell us what's wrong?”
Hoseok asked as Seokjin grabbed his phone to reply. Namjoon side glanced at
Seokjin giggling to his phone before drawing his attention to Hoseok again.
“Uh, no. Never.”
Namjoon muttered quickly, and looked at the bartender as he saw him coming with
bottle of beer.
“I ordered first.”
But when the bartender heard a guy says it, he stopped just few meters before
Namjoon and gave the beer to other guy. And that other guy just happens to be
Min fucking Yoongi of all people.
“Yah! You can't just give someone's beer to others like that! He clearly just
arrived!”
Namjoon yelled to the bartender, but he just gave him a nonchalant shrug and
didn't even apologize when he brought a new bottle.
Yoongi came closer as he took a swig of beer and flashed him a taunting smile.
Namjoon refused to look at him, but unexpectedly, Yoongi wasn't here to talk to
him.
“Hey, Hoseok. Do you mind if I join you guys?”
Namjoon was about to snap he do mind, but Hoseok was already pulling the chair
beside him and flashing him a bright smile.
“Hey, Yoongi hyung! This is Seokjin and that is Namjoon.”
Hoseok pointed each one of them.
“And this is Yoongi hyung.”
And finally put a hand on Yoongi's shoulder to introduce him to both of them.
“Yeah, I know him. Don't tell me he's your boyfriend.”
Yoongi nodded to Namjoon like he is even disgusted to point his finger to him.
Which Namjoon didn't mind. Because he doesn't want to be pointed by that guy
anyway.
“No, Seokjin is my boyfriend. Namjoon is my bestfriend.”
“I've met him. Sorry I didn't introduce myself before. Nice meeting you.”
Seokjin said as he held out his hand to Yoongi. He wasn't smiling, though.
Because he knows Yoongi doesn't have a very good relationship with Namjoon. And
he doesn't have a very good personality too. But Namjoon could tell Seokjin is
being polite because Yoongi and Hoseok seemed close.
“Oh, you seem... different from what I imagined.”
Yoongi paused to think of a better way to describe Seokjin, but he obviously
failed. But Namjoon was surprised when Seokjin didn't say anything. He just
smiled. The very obvious I'm-offended-but-I-don't-want-to-make-a-scene smile.
He wondered if Hoseok noticed that too, though. Because Hoseok was still
flashing his very friendly smile at Yoongi.
“Oh, look who's here.”
But suddenly Seokjin smiled    the real smile    and nodded towards the bar
entrance.
All of them turned around to look, but only Namjoon's eyes widen when he saw
Jimin walked in with his friends.
They sat at the table seat in the corner, almost on the other side of the bar
but still close enough to see them. Not to hear them, though.
“What the fuck is he doing here?”
Namjoon's grip on his beer tightened a little. Jimin knows Namjoon comes to
this bar, so there is no way Jimin didn't think of bumping into him here.
“Calm down, Joonie. It's not like you weren't interested in drinking beer when
you were in highschool, were you? Everybody does it.”
“No, not me.”
Namjoon was still looking at Jimin as he chatted with his friends. And he
easily noticed that Taehyung was there too. And somehow it was easy to spot who
is the Jungkook guy is, because he put his arm around Jimin's shoulder and
pulled him closer to his side.
Jimin was still giggling, not paying much attention to the arm wrapped around
his shoulders like he was used to it.
“Who is it?”
Yoongi asked, but Namjoon was too busy glaring at the brat.
“It's Namjoon's brother.”
Hoseok answered instead. Two of Jimin's friend came to the bar to order six
beers for each one of them. The bartender told them to wait at their table, and
started grabbing bottles of beers from the fridge. But Namjoon called the
bartender before he uncap the bottles.
“Change the two beers to coke. Those two are seventeen.”
They all looked underage, but Namjoon wasn't sure. So he just told the
bartender about Jimin and Taehyung. Although what he really wanted to say was
“Get those high schoolers out of this pub”, but he knows that that just makes
them go to other pub. So it was better if he can watch them.
The bartender frowned and just stared at Namjoon for a while, clearly
hesitating to listen to him.
“You know it's illegal to serve beers to minors, right? I can get you
arrested.”
Namjoon added, and the bartender finally moved to put back two bottles of beer
in the fridge and grab two bottles of coke instead.
“Wow, you still have it! The perfect guy Kim Namjoon! Still stucking his nose
to other people's business.”
Yoongi smiled widely. He looked really amused but Namjoon wasn't amused of his
smile.
“He's my brother. It's not other people's business.”
Namjoon glared at Yoongi. But when the bartender went out the bar counter to
bring the beers and cokes to Jimin's table, his gaze followed the bartender.
All of their gaze did.
“He's gonna get mad at you, you know.”
Seokjin murmured beside him. Namjoon ignored him and continued looking as the
kids looked up at the bartender when he put the bottles of coke on the table.
One of them said something, and the bartender turned around to point at
Namjoon's direction before leaving their table. Namjoon's gaze met Jimin's for
the first time, and Namjoon quickly turned around to face the bar again.
“He looks pissed.”
Hoseok laughed. All of them have turned around, but Hoseok was still able to
see Jimin from his position.
“Oh no, he's coming. He's coming here!”
Hoseok laughed louder, and Seokjin joined him as he turned around to look at
Jimin again.
“Change this to beer, please.”
But Jimin went to the bartender and put the bottles of coke on the counter.
“Sorry, I can't. You're clearly underage.”
The bartender said, and pretended to look busy as he started wiping the
counter. Jimin finally turned his heels to walked closer to Namjoon. Namjoon
was still staring at his beer, but very much aware of Jimin's arrival.
“Hey, Jimin.”
Hoseok and Seokjin greeted him.
“Jimin?”
Yoongi looked at Namjoon and Jimin curiously, his voice was too small, almost
inaudible.
“Are you trying to annoy me, hyung?”
Jimin ignored them and talked to Namjoon. Four of them went silent, although
Namjoon could tell that Hoseok and Seokjin was just trying really hard not to
laugh.
“You should have expected this to happen when you decided to come here, Jimin.”
Namjoon didn't look at Jimin's face. But he couldn't help but notice the
leather pants Jimin was wearing. Leather looks good on him. And he glanced up
just enough to see what he was wearing on top. A loose black T-shirt. He just
realized that he was too bothered to the arm wrapped around his shoulders to
notice it before.
“Get your coke and go back to your boyfriend before I tell Yeorang about this.”
“No, you won't tell mom about this.”
Namjoon looked up to Jimin's face. He expected to see him glaring down at him,
but Jimin wasn't. His expression confused Namjoon. He was pressing his lips
together as if he was trying not to grin.
“Can we talk, hyung? In private?”
Jimin made it sound like an emergency family meeting. Namjoon looked at the
others as if asking for a permission.
“Yeah, go ahead.”
Hoseok said, and smiled. Namjoon sighed as he saw Seokjin smiling too. But he
frowned when he noticed even Yoongi was smiling. His smile was disturbing. But
whatever he does probably disturbs Namjoon anyway, so he didn't really pay much
attention to it.
Namjoon led Jimin to the narrow hallway at the very back of the pub. He stopped
in front of emergency exit where they are hidden to the other customers.
“What?”
Namjoon said after he made sure no one's around. And he was glad he did,
because Jimin suddenly pushed him against the nearest wall and smiled at him.
“Are you jealous, hyung?”
Jimin wrapped his arms around Namjoon's torso and giggled.
“Jiminie,”
Namjoon put his hands on Jimin's shoulders but he couldn't quite push him away.
“I know you are. You are jealous.”
Jimin leaned in to kiss Namjoon. And of course, Namjoon couldn't push him away
again. Jimin's small hands slid up on Namjoon's back and stopped between his
shoulder blades. Namjoon's hand involuntarily moved to cup Jimin's head as
their tongues danced inside their mouths until they remembered to breathe.
“I don't understand. Why are you doing this when you have a boyfriend?”
Namjoon asked breathlessly.
“I was lonely.”
Jimin murmured, and leaned in to kiss him again. But Namjoon grabbed his
shoulder to stop him.
“What? You mean you asked me to fuck you because you were lonely?”
“No! That's not what I meant!”
Jimin shook his head violently and hugged Namjoon tighter.
“Yeah, I'm dating Jungkook because he is fun and he makes me laugh all the
time         ”
“I don't need to know why you like him, Jiminie.”
“No, hyung. I told you you were my first! Well, I gave him head a few times
because he told me it's normal if we're dating... but, anyway, I'm having sex
only with you because     ”
Namjoon quickly covered Jimin's mouth because his voice was getting louder and
louder.
“Let's talk about this later, okay? At home. When Yeorang is not there.”
Namjoon put his hand away when Jimin nodded.
“Hyung, I'm sorry. I'll break up with him     ”
Jimin looked down to the floor and started murmuring, but Namjoon cut him off
again.
“No, Jimin. I'm not telling you to break up with him. It's none of my business
who you date, isn't it? You guys are dating and we are just... I'm not even
sure what we are.”
“Hyung, you need to listen to me!”
Jimin exclaimed, and gripped Namjoon's shirt tight.
“Later. At home.”
Namjoon grabbed Jimin's arms and untangled them from his body. Jimin opened his
mouth to say something but he just stared at Namjoon's eyes for a few seconds
and eventually closed his mouth.
After Jimin left, Namjoon leaned against the wall and took a deep breath. He
didn't think he could go back to his seat and watch Jimin flirt with his
boyfriend just yet. And it was wrong that he thinks that way. Because he meant
what he said to Jimin. It's none of his business who Jimin dates. It's not like
Jimin was his. He could never be his.
Namjoon took another deep breath as he blankly stared at the floor. But the
floor suddenly went darker as a shadow covered it.
Namjoon's head snapped up, and his eyes flew open when he saw Yoongi leaning
against the wall at the corner. He was crossing his arms in front of his chest
and looking at him with a disturbing smile on his face again.
“So, the perfect guy Kim Namjoon wasn't as perfect as I thought.”
Yoongi laughed. And Namjoon might thought it was the most disturbing laugh he
had ever heard if he wasn't getting a heart attack from his words.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Min Yoongi is not strong. Hell, he is as skinny as any of the girls Namjoon
have dated. He is not even tall. He is same height with Jimin. But at this very
moment, Yoongi was the most fearful person to Namjoon.
Namjoon was sure he is smarter than him. But Yoongi is definitely not dumb.
Namjoon hoped he is, but that smile on his face was already promising to
threaten him with the most evil shit he could think of. Whatever that is,
Namjoon didn't even want to know how Yoongi's brain works.
“Kim Namjoon and his own brother? What a news.”
Yoongi laughed. Namjoon hated that Yoongi smiles like an innocent little boy.
With his tiny teeth and perfectly curved up mouth. It was better if the asshole
was glaring at him. At least he knows how to react to that.
“He is my step brother. We're not related by blood.”
Namjoon said defensively.
“But it doesn't matter, isn't it? To you, especially.”
Yoongi smirked knowingly. Namjoon was trapped in the small space between the
emergency exit and Yoongi. But he was somehow glad that there's no people
around them.
“What the fuck do you want?”
Namjoon asked irritatingly.
“That is a good question.”
Yoongi smiled and crossed his legs too, his body relaxed and resting heavily
against the wall. He was clearly enjoying this moment.
“Just fucking say it! But there's nothing I can give you. I don't have money.”
“I don't want your fucking money.”
Yoongi snapped. Namjoon closed his mouth and waited, his fists clenched tight
beside his thighs. Yoongi looked over his shoulder for a second, probably
making sure no one is approaching their direction, and turned to Namjoon again.
“Maybe I already have the thing I want. Your dirty little secret. I just need
to think when is the best time to use it against you.”
Yoongi's smile was familiar. It was the same smile with Jimin when he thought
he found a great toy to play with. Except, it was nothing like Jimin's.
“You don't have any proof.”
Namjoon's eyes twitched in anger and he involuntarily took a step forward,
where he could reach Yoongi when he needed to.
“Yeah, but you don't have proof that you didn't either, right? Because you did
touch your brother. How did you induce your brother to have sex with you? Was
he drunk again?”
Yoongi smiled tauntingly. Yoongi was clearly eavesdropping their conversation.
And Namjoon hated that Yoongi made it sound like he force the kid to do it with
him. Which is totally not true.
“I'm gonna fucking kill you.”
Namjoon held his fist up in the air, second away from punching the asshole in
the face. But he stopped when Yoongi smirked, looking at his fist as if he was
waiting for it to land on his face.
“Go ahead, punch me. ‘Kim Namjoon got expelled for punching a guy who witnessed
the affair with his own brother’. It'll make this so much easier. Less
entertaining, but easier.”
It was a revenge. Yoongi wanted Namjoon to punch him too, so he will get
expelled from Yonsei University. Realizing it, Namjoon clenched his jaw and
slowly put his arm down to his side.
“You're fucked up.”
Namjoon said between his clenched teeth. Yoongi glanced down to Namjoon's
tightly clenched fist, but his expression didn't change at all.
“Not as fucked up as you.”
Yoongi's smile faded real quick and turned to serious look. It wasn't any
better.
“I want your perfect life ruined too. I want to see you fall. And when you did,
I'll be sitting next to you at the very bottom of hell-of-life, laughing at
your sorry ass. That's when you realize how miserable it feels.”
Yoongi glared at him. Namjoon balled his hands tightly beside his body as he
finally managed to move and walked past Yoongi.
 
“We gotta go.”
Jimin looked surprised and confused when Namjoon grabbed his bicep.
“What? Why?”
“Mom needs us.       Sorry, guys.”
Namjoon turned his gaze at Jimin's friends as he apologized. Jungkook's brows
furrowed but Namjoon completely ignored it and pulled Jimin out of his arm.
Namjoon only calls Yeorang ‘mom’ in front of her. So when Namjoon used that
word, Jimin suspected that Namjoon wanted to make it sounds like a ‘family
emergency’.
Namjoon put a bill on the table for Jimin's share, and almost dragged Jimin out
of the pub.
“Hyung, is something happened to mom?”
“No, she's fine.”
“Is this about Jungkook? I'm really sorry      ”
“No.”
Namjoon scratched his head and looked at Jimin apologicaly.
“Can we just go home? Please?”
“Okay.”
Jimin didn't ask anything more. They walked silently on their way home. It was
just a few blocks walk, but it felt like hours of uncomfortable silence.
When Namjoon opened the front door, the first thing they heard was the whine of
the vacuum cleaner.
“Mom, why are you cleaning the house so late at night?”
Jimin asked as he entered the living room. The furniture were organized neatly,
and there's new flowers in the vase. Clearly Yeorang wasn't cleaning the house
because she felt like it. She was expecting a visitor. Or not just a visitor,
Namjoon suspected.
“Oh, were you out together?”
Yeorang didn't even looked at them as she kept cleaning the house busily. Jimin
and Namjoon paused their feet as they looked at each other nervously.
“Uh, no. Namjoon hyung messaged me to come home.”
Jimin answered quickly.
“Oh. Did you talk to your father?”
Yeorang turned to look at Namjoon.
“Huh? Why?”
“You came home because he told you he's coming home, right?”
Namjoon's father Namhwa rarely messages him or calls him. If he did, it was
always a last minute announcement of him coming home. But this time he didn't
receive any call, so he remained silent. At least it was convenient for him if
Yeorang thought he did.
“Dad is coming home? When?”
Jimin asked, in surprise.
“He'll be at Incheon Airport in four hours.”
Yeorang answered like it was a normal thing. Namhwa probably had a tons of
spare time to call and tell them he'll come home but apparently he only
remembered when he was getting into the plane. As always.
“Dad is coming home tonight? How long he'll be staying?”
Jimin asked. Namjoon sat on the couch and looked at the frown between Jimin's
brows in wonder, because Jimin never cared how long Namhwa will stay home
before.
“He didn't say. But he said he finished a big project, so maybe a bit longer
this time?”
“Oh.”
Normally, Jimin gets excited when Namhwa comes home. Because he brings a lot of
local sweets and gifts from different countries. But this time, Jimin didn't
look happy.
 
 
“Why are you upset about dad coming home? You don't like him?”
Namjoon asked after Yeorang went to take a shower. He volunteered to wash the
dishes and Jimin dried the plates for him. Jimin pouted when Namjoon asked, and
the frown between his brows was back again.
“No, I like dad. You know I do.”
“Then why are you upset?”
Jimin looked at Namjoon for a second but soon dropped his gaze again to the
plate he was holding. He looked nervous, or maybe just embarrassed to say it.
But he opened his mouth eventually.
“Because I know you'll say we can't do anything while dad is here. And he's
gonna be home all the time since he's not working.”
“Jiminie...”
“I'm not saying about the...uh, sex. I'm just assuming you will stop talking to
me again.”
Jimin lowered his voice when he said ‘sex’. Namjoon put the soapy plate in the
sink and looked at Jimin. Jimin was still drying the same plate for almost five
minutes, his mind not really focused on it.
“We're not doing anything wrong.”
Namjoon was little surprised of his words despite of himself. Apparently, Jimin
was surprised too because his hands paused from drying the plate and there was
a confusion in Jimin's eyes as he looked up at Namjoon.
“Well... it's a bit wrong because you have a boyfriend but... you know what I
mean.”
Namjoon scratched his head and huffed as he dried his hands with the towel.
Namjoon thought Yoongi's words will make him stressed again. But somehow,
Yoongi's threats made him strong and confident that he wasn't doing anything
wrong. Jimin and Namjoon aren't related by blood. They've been brothers for
only three years, and know each others for five years. When they first met,
both of them were old enough to have feelings toward the other.
Feelings...?
Namjoon shook that thought away. No, Namjoon doesn't have a feeling for his
brother. Checking him out doesn't mean he has a feeling. It can't be. Because
messing around is what brothers do. Not feelings. Brothers don't do feelings.
That's why it doesn't matter if Jimin has a boyfriend. Jungkook doesn't know
about Jimin's lingerie kink but Namjoon does. It was just convenient for both
of them. Jimin knows they're just messing around. It's just a physical thing,
nothing emotional. Not feelings.
Because brothers don't do feelings.
“Are you still mad at me?”
Namjoon felt Jimin's arms wrapped around his torso, and Jimin's warm body
pressed to his back. Namjoon didn't even notice Jimin had moved behind him
because he was too deep into his thoughts.
“When I was fifteen, I thought you could read minds.”
Jimin said as he rest his forehead against Namjoon's shoulder.
Yeorang is home, Jimin. You need to move away.
Namjoon thought, but he couldn't say it. Just because he thinks they're not
doing anything wrong, it doesn't mean other people will think that way too.
Especially their parents. Because legally, they are still brothers.
“I thought you could see how I feel about you when you looked into my eye. And
that's why you started avoiding me.”
Jimin's voice was too low, almost like whispering into Namjoon's ear. Namjoon
wasn't sure if Jimin was holding him too tight or something happening inside
him because his chest felt pressured, his heart is pounding fast, he almost
couldn't speak nor breathe.
“I was so sad and angry at the same time when you made girlfriend. I felt so
lonely. I was tired of hoping and waiting for a miracle to happen, so I made a
boyfriend too. But I missed you so much.”
Jimin's arms tightened, but Namjoon pulled them away from his body just enough
for him to turn around. Jimin's eyes were filled with tears. And Jimin looked
down to his feet as if trying to hide it.
“If I knew how I feel about you back then, I never convinced mom to marry dad.”
Brothers don't do feelings.
Namjoon could feel his hands shaking beside his thighs, he wanted to hold Jimin
so bad. But he couldn't.
“We're not doing anything wrong.”
Namjoon whispered it again like it was some kind of magic spell. He was sure he
thinks that way, but his body seems to disagree with his thoughts. He wanted to
hold Jimin so bad, but his hands won't move. He was still afraid of losing his
mind. Because brothers don't do feelings. Namjoon can't let it go just like
that. He worries. That's what he does all the time. And this time wasn't an
exception.
“Hyung, will you think of me?”
Jimin tilted his head back to look up at Namjoon. Namjoon looked down at his
eyes too, their faces were few inches apart. Their chest and hips were pressed
to each other. Jimin's arms wrapped tightly around his waist, his small hands
clenching Namjoon's shirt. They were too close. If Yeorang walks in now, there
is no way she would think this is just a ‘brotherly hug’.
“If I... If I broke up with Jungkook, will you think of me?”
Jimin's voice was shaking and he was struggling to say it, but Namjoon
patiently waited this time.
“Not as a little brother, but as a lover?”
Jimin was looking straight into Namjoon's eyes even though he looked like he
would crash into pieces in Namjoon's arms.
Brothers don't do feelings.
The same words circling inside his head like an alarm.
Brothers don't do feelings.
“Hyung?”
Namjoon swallowed. Jimin's eyes was getting filled with tears again.
I want to see you fall. And when you did, I'll be sitting next to you at the
very bottom of hell-of-life, laughing at your sorry ass.
Yoongi's words interrupted the alarm inside his head. And something snapped.
We're not doing anything wrong.
Namjoon crushed his lips hard against Jimin's, taking his mouth with force.
Jimin moaned in surprise and his body tensed for a second, but he eventually
returned his kiss hungrily, their tongues exploring every corner of each
other's mouths.
Jimin seized Namjoon's shirt, the only anchor he could find. Jimin's breaths
grew heavy. Namjoon tugged him closer. He tried to be gentle, but it was
impossible when Jimin tasted so sweet and already familiar. Namjoon drove his
tongue inside Jimin's mouth and ran his hands on every skin he could reach as
if he was searching for some place he hadn't touched before.
“I want you so much,”
Jimin breathed it between their kisses. Namjoon groaned and span them around,
so Jimin was leaning against the counter.
“God, you're driving me crazy,”
Namjoon grabbed Jimin's buttocks and pressed him to the counter. Jimin was
flushing, they both panting and breathing heavily. Namjoon lifted Jimin and
pressed him harder onto the counter, Jimin's leg automatically wrapped around
Namjoon's thigh, pulling him closer so his crotch is rubbing against Namjoon's
thigh.
“Can we do it once more? J-just once, before dad comes home. Please?”
Jimin moaned when their crotch rubbed again, his eyes closing in pleasure.
“Y-Yeorang is here.”
Namjoon panted, and he remembered that Yeorang was taking a shower in the
bathroom, just next to the kitchen. At just the right moment, he heard the door
open with a clicking sound. Namjoon tried to pull away but Jimin wrapped his
arms around Namjoon's neck, pulling him down for more.
“Shit, Jimin,”
Namjoon groaned when Jimin lightly bit his bottom lip, his fingers slipping
into Namjoon's hair. Namjoon heard the bathroom door closed but Jimin was
immersed in kissing him.
“Jimin-ah? Joonie?”
Jimin sprang away from Namjoon as if he was burned, a panic showing in his
eyes. Yeorang's voice was still far from them but they could hear her footsteps
coming towards the kitchen.
The arousal on their flushed faces was hard to hide what they were doing in the
kitchen. If Yeorang walked in, she might notice the sexual tension between
them.
Namjoon quickly carried Jimin from the counter and hid inside the storage
closet. After he closed the door carefully, he placed his index finger against
his mouth, gesturing Jimin to be quiet.
“Joon-ah?”
They heard Yeorang's voice just outside the closet. They both held their
breaths and listened carefully. Yeorang walked into the kitchen and her
footsteps paused. Seconds later, they heard the water run. Apparently, Yeorang
started washing the remaining dishes she found in the sink.
Namjoon sighed and leaned back to the wall. Jimin was pressing his forehead
onto Namjoon's chest, but his tight leather pants gave out a continual rustle
as he moved stealthily.
“What are you doing?”
Namjoon risked to ask in a whisper.
“It, it hurts.”
Jimin murmured. Namjoon tilted his head to see what he was doing. Under the dim
light, he saw Jimin slid his hand inside his tight pants and adjusted his rock
hard cock. Jimin hissed, and Namjoon reached down to undo Jimin's pants to help
him. Jimin was wearing a soft blue panties under his leather pants. The leather
pants and panties were apparently too tight to hold his hard cock in place.
“Don't wear your panties when you're meeting your boyfriend.”
Namjoon whispered into Jimin's ear as he slid his hand into Jimin's underwear
to pull out his aching cock.
“I didn't wear it for him.”
Jimin wrapped his arms around Namjoon's neck and whispered into his ear too.
Jimin's breath was warm against his ear, and the whimper sound he made when
Namjoon grabbed his cock sent an electricity through his spine.
“Better?”
Namjoon tried to withdraw his hand from Jimin's panties but Jimin thrusted his
hips onto Namjoon's crotch, trapping his hand in between.
“You made it a lot worse. Now I need to come.”
“And you're gonna leave me in blueballs?”
“I'll blow you later. Hyung, please.”
Jimin buried his face into the crook of his neck and breathed heavily as
Namjoon started stroking his cock lazily. They heard Yeorang talking to
someone, probably making phone calls while she's washing the dishes. But
neither of them cared. Namjoon slid his other hand inside Jimin's pants too,
feeling the silky panties against his palm as he grabbed Jimin's buttocks.
“Your hand feels so good, oppa.”
Jimin smiled and kissed Namjoon again.
“You're enjoying this, aren't you?”
“Maybe? Just a little.”
Namjoon shook his head but there was a smile on his face. Yeorang was still
talking, and the water coming out of the faucet was strong enough to cover
their whispers, hopefully. Jimin pulled him closer and kissed him again
hungrily, like he couldn't get enough of it.
“It's fun until the door sprang open and Yeorang saw your dick in my hand. You
better be quiet.”
“I am quiet.”
“No, I mean really quiet because we're out of here as soon as Yeorang is gone.
It's getting hot.”
Namjoon covered Jimin's mouth with his own as he started stroking Jimin's cock
rapidly. Jimin whimpered into Namjoon's mouth as the sudden pleasure rushed
through him. It was intense and deliciously rough, quickly getting him over the
edge.
“H-hyung,”
Jimin whispered helplessly when it was getting hard for him to suppress his
sobs. Namjoon eased his hand and slid his thumb over the sensitive spot. Jimin
almost squealed, but he managed to suppress his voice by covering his mouth
with his hand.
“Has your boyfriend seen you like this?”
Namjoon lifted Jimin's face by his chin and whispered. Jimin shook his head,
his hand still covering his mouth.
“Does he know how kinky you are?”
Jimin shook his head again. Namjoon tilted his head and planted a kisses down
to his neck, sucking and biting, but careful enough not to leave a mark.
“Break up with your boyfriend.”
Namjoon whispered into Jimin's ear. His warm breath made Jimin shivered, and
his eyes automatically closed in pleasure.
“You're mine, pretty boy. Only mine.”
And then Jimin came. At the same time, the water stopped, and they heard
Yeorang's footsteps getting away from the kitchen.
 
***** Chapter 8 *****
“Hyung, you're dying!”
Jimin laughed and grabbed Namjoon's forearm to shake it lightly. Namjoon pushed
few buttons randomly but soon his character died and ‘Game Over’ sign showed on
the screen.
“That fucker was shooting me from behind!”
“You need to hide when you're being shot!”
Jimin laughed more, leaning his head to Namjoon's shoulder. Namjoon didn't know
what was so funny but he still managed to laugh a little, because Jimin's
laughter was like a Christmas bells in his ears. It was adorable.
“Do you want to play again?”
“Nah, you go ahead. I'll watch.”
“Okay. I'm gonna show you how to do this properly.”
Jimin took the controler from Namjoon's hand and pushed a few buttons to
restart the game. Namjoon leaned back to the couch and stared at Jimin's face
instead of the screen. He looked really happy. Namjoon couldn't even remember
when was the last time they played a video game together. And he really missed
sitting next to Jimin on the couch like this.
“I'm home!”
They both looked at the front door when they heard Namhwa's overly loud voice.
It was already two in the morning, three hours passed the expected time of his
arrival.
“Dad, why didn't you take the morning flight? We had to stay awake because of
you! We have school tomorrow!”
“I missed you too, Namjoon-ah.”
Namhwa said sarcastically and stretched his arms wide, waiting for Namjoon to
hug him. Namjoon shook his head and sighed, but he stood up to hug him anyway.
“Dad! Welcome home! Did you bring me souvenirs?”
Contrary to him, Jimin hugged Namhwa with wide smile.
“Yes, of course! But I have to give my kisses to my beloved wife first.”
Namhwa winked playfully and gently pulled Yeorang close to kiss her cheek.
After that, he took off his very expensive looking suit jacket and threw it on
the couch. Namhwa looks exactly the same with Namjoon, just a bit taller and
bulkier. But their personality is polar opposite. Namhwa is the personification
of optimism, he never worries.
“Can I have my souvenir now?”
Jimin asked hesitantly.
“Sure. It's in the black bag.”
Jimin excitedly went to get the bag, while Namjoon went to sit on the couch
again. Namhwa being home wasn't exciting as much as he was younger. He is happy
to see his father, of course, but not as much as he wanted to stay awake just
to chat with him about what they missed. But he decided to stay in the living
room just for a while because he didn't want to be rude.
“Did you eat already? I can make you something real quick if you're hungry.”
“Yeah, that would be great. Thanks.”
Yeorang went to the kitchen, and Namhwa sat on the couch next to Namjoon,
straightening his arm on the backrest.
“So, how's everything?”
Namhwa smiled. Namjoon sighed and leaned back to the backrest to make himself
comfortable, although he didn't feel comfortable talking to his father like
this. They never really had a father and son bonding moments before.
“Nothing's going much.”
“Well, you don't seem like the type to go out partying every weekend.”
Namjoon scoffed when his father sighed exaggeratedly. Namhwa wasn't even being
sarcastic.
“Hey, it's your birthday soon! Do you want to have a party?”
“No, dad. I don't want to have a party! I'm turning twenty-one, not eight.”
“We couldn't celebrate your eighth birthday. And your nineth, and tenth. Did we
celebrate your twentieth? Oh, well. I just finished my five years project, so
we can celebrate them together. Invite your friends!”
Namhwa ruffled Namjoon's head and stood up as Yeorang brought his dinner on the
dining table.
Namjoon did celebrate his eighth birthday. Even his nineth and tenth. Just
without his father. He celebrated his birthday with his mother when she was
still alive. And he celebrated his twentieth birthday with Jimin, Yeorang and
few of his friends including Hoseok and Seokjin. His father was always absent.
 

“I'm sorry I bailed on you last night.”
Namjoon said as he put a few bills on the table. He didn't pay for his share
when he left the pub and if anyone had payed for his, he guessed it was Hoseok.
“It's alright. Yoongi hyung told me you got an emergency call. And we saw you
leaving with Jimin. Is everything alright?”
“Well, uh, yeah. My dad came home.”
Hoseok took the money with a smile, and put it inside his pocket. Hoseok had
his laptop on the table, his half empty food completely abandoned on the side.
The cafeteria in their university building was always full of students studying
instead of eating.
“Hey, Hoseok-ah. Are you free next Saturday? My dad wants to hold a party for
me.”
“Your birthday? Of course I'm free. I reserved that day just for you.”
Hoseok smiled brightly, and gave him a finger heart. Namjoon covered his
flushed face as he returned the finger heart. Because it's rude if you don't
return a finger heart.
“Do you think Seokjin hyung can come too?”
“I'll ask him later.”
Namjoon wasn't excited about the party, because he isn't a party person and he
feels embarrassed by it a little, but he still invited most of his friends.
“Is that your lunch? How long have you been here?”
Namjoon asked as he sat on the seat next to Hoseok.
“Just a couple of hours. I had late lunch today. These papers are killing me.”
“Do you need help?”
“There's nothing you can help me with this much. But you can stay and chat with
me if you want to help.”
Hoseok grinned again, and put his laptop to the side to take a break.
“Why are you studying here? Do you still have class later?”
“No, Seokjin told me to wait here. Apparently I'm not allowed to go home until
he picks me up.”
“Where is he?”
“I don't know.”
Namjoon shook his head. Seokjin and his secrets again. Everyone has a secret.
But that guy must have tons of them. Namjoon was silent for a few seconds
before speaking again.
“Hey, Hoseok-ah. Do you have secret?”
“Why? Are you up to something again?”
Hoseok laughed awkwardly. Namjoon laughed too but Hoseok must've noticed that
Namjoon was being serious because he eventually answered his question anyway.
“I don't.”
“But everyone has a secret.”
“Well, I have something I haven't told my parents and to some people, but to
you I don't. I trust you enough to tell all of my secrets.”
Hoseok turned his chair to face Namjoon better. Namjoon huffed. Hoseok was
always kind and honest to him, even though Namjoon can't open up his mind most
of the time. He really did want to tell Hoseok about his secret. Hoseok won't
judge him, he was certain of it, but he couldn't do it.
“Hey, why didn't you tell me Jimin's got a boyfriend? And a real handsome one
too.”
Namjoon frowned when Hoseok wiggled his brows to him.
“Handsome? Are you serious? Jimin is too good for him. Did you see how he
touched Jimin?”
“Hey, calm down. They were just cuddling.”
“Yeah. In public! I don't like that kid.”
Namjoon slapped his hand on the table, hard enough to almost knock Hoseok's
ice-melted drink.
“Ex-boyfriend, by the way. Not boyfriend.”
Namjoon clarified, and Hoseok burst out laughing.
“Wait, you didn't tell Jimin to break up with him, did you?”
“What if I say I did?”
“Joon-ah! You can't just make them break up because you don't want Jimin to
have a boyfriend! He's old enough to have one! I seriously think you have a
brother complex or some sort.”
“I don't have a brother complex!”
Namjoon said defensively, although he was sure having a brother complex sounds
better than having a sexual attraction to his brother.
“Taehyung said his boyfriend influenced him to do shit. You saw him coming to
the pub and order beer. Do you really think I'm over reacting?”
“So you want him to have a decent, strict, perfect guy as a boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
“But that's you.”
Hoseok said matter-of-factly. Namjoon stared at Hoseok with a frown, because he
didn't know what to say. Is he supposed to say no? Is it weird if he say yes?
“Are you Jin hyung? Because you sound just like him.”
Namjoon drew Hoseok's attention away from Jimin instead. Because if they keep
talking about Jimin, Namjoon might accidentally say something he shouldn't.
“You know that's not true. If Seokjin found out you told Jimin to break up with
his boyfriend, he will start bursting about how a terrible human being you are.
And he will make you apologize to Jimin and Jimin's boyfriend and Jimin's
boyfriend's parents. Maybe even force you to arrange a romantic dinner for the
two.”
“True. Sorry, Hoseok-ah.”
Namjoon put his hand on Hoseok's shoulder playfully, and they both laughed.
“Yah, are you two talking badly about me?”
They both jumped when they heard Seokjin's scolding voice. He was standing
right behind Namjoon, his mouth widely open in disbelief.
“No, we were just talking about Jimin's boyfriend. I think they looked cute,
but Namjoon doesn't think that way.”
Hoseok explained calmly, still laughing slightly. Namjoon mindly thanked Hoseok
for not saying the part where he told Jimin to break up with his boyfriend.
“Yeah, I don't think so too.”
Seokjin said and sat next to Namjoon. Hoseok and Namjoon raised their brows in
surprise, because they thought Seokjin was the type of guy who supports young
love.
“That kid is too young! Jimin needs a man, not a boy. Someone who can
appreciate real beauty! Do you want to know why?”
Seokjin shouted, exaggerating every word. Namjoon and Hoseok just stared,
because they know Seokjin will continue even if they don't answer.
“Jimin is like a brother for me now too. I'm not gonna allow some brat takes
him. He is special. And you need to go home and tell him how special he is.
Now. Go home now, Namjoon-ah.”
“What?”
Namjoon gave Hoseok a puzzled look, but Hoseok just laughed awkwardly.
Apparently he didn't understand what his boyfriend meant too.
“Hoseok-ah, we're going home too. I'm hungry. I haven't eaten in four hours.”
“Okay okay. Just give me a second.”
Hoseok hurriedly gathered his stuff and put it in his bag, including his
laptop. Seokjin already stood up from his seat, readying himself to leave
whenever Hoseok is ready.
“Hyung, are you free on twelfth?”
Namjoon asked Seokjin, suddenly remembered about the party.
“Oh, your birthday party? Yeah, I'll be there!”
“Oh. Uh, yeah, thanks.”
“Hoseok-ah! Are you ready? We're going now!”
Namjoon was about to ask how he knew there will be a birthday party, but
Seokjin was already dragging Hoseok out of the cafeteria.
 

When Namjoon came home, the house was eerily quiet. Namjoon thought Namhwa will
be here all the time but his father was nowhere to be found. Pulling his
backpack from his shoulders, Namjoon went straight to his room.
And when he opened his room, he saw Jimin sitting on his bed.
“Hyung!”
As soon as their gaze met, Jimin called with a bright smile.
“What are you doing in here?”
Namjoon closed the door behind him and dropped his bag on the floor. The room
was dim, only the lamp beside Namjoon's bed was on. But he didn't bother to
turn on the light.
“I got a new pair of boots. Do you want to see them?”
Jimin said excitedly. Jimin took the boots from the plastic bag lying beside
him. For Namjoon, it didn't look different from the old one. It was the same
long, black, shiny leather boots. But it had bootlaces at the front which made
it even sexier.
“Nice. Can you try it on?”
Namjoon grinned. Jimin flushed a little as he nodded, and started unbottoning
his tight pants. Namjoon sat on the bed and looked at Jimin's profile while his
pants slides off his beautifully tanned legs smoothly. He caught a glimpse of
the pink panties under the long white sleeveless shirt when Jimin bent over to
put a sheer stockings. Namjoon got confused when Jimin put on another sheer
fabric over his legs, all the way to his hips. It was pink lace, just like his
panties but Jimin was already wearing one. Namjoon gulped in realization when
Jimin clipped the metal clips to the stockings. Garterbelt. It immediately
became Namjoon's new favorite.
“I think I like this one better.”
After putting on the boots, Jimin stood up and walked to the mirror. Namjoon
was amazed of Jimin's balance when he spun around a couple of times to see the
front and the backside of the boots.
“What do you think?”
Jimin stopped spinning and asked with a smile.
“You look beautiful.”
A low growl vibrated in Namjoon's throat before he continued.
“Come here.”
Namjoon tapped his thigh, inviting Jimin to sit on his lap. Jimin kept his eyes
on Namjoon, burning with something so deep that's it's hard for Namjoon to be
patient. Jimin's blushed face was hard to miss even under the dim light. He bit
his lip as he came closer to Namjoon. And when Jimin is within reach of his
hand, Namjoon pulled the front of his shirt to pull him onto his lap, and made
Jimin moan in surprise.
“I like this one better too.”
Namjoon liked it better when Jimin is wearing a sleeveless shirt instead of
corset. Because it's not too exposed and overly slutty. It made Namjoon want to
reveal all the secrets Jimin hides under that white shirt. So that's what he
did. Sliding his hands under Jimin's shirt to reveal his pink panties and
garterbelt.
“H-hyung, I have something to tell you.”
Jimin muttered as Namjoon ran a trail of wet kisses down his neck. Namjoon
stopped, raising his chin to meet Jimin's eyes. That's when he noticed Jimin
had a slightest eyeshadow on his eyelids, nothing thicker than how he used to
apply eyeliner, just softer and better.
“I... I haven't talked to Jungkook yet. Taehyung told him about the birthday
party and I kinda had to invite him too because of that.”
Jimin paused for a second, just to read Namjoon's facial expression. When he
didn't see a frown, he continued.
“But I'll tell him! Before the party. I promise.”
Jimin grabbed the front of Namjoon's shirt as he wait for Namjoon's response,
his lip stuck between his teeth again. Namjoon just nodded, and slowly brought
his lips on Jimin's to place a lightest kiss. Jimin blinked a few times and
waited but when Namjoon didn't do anything than that, he closed the distance,
his fingers traced Namjoon's face and weaved into his hair as he kissed him
deeper. His hot, slippery tongue swirls in Namjoon's mouth, lips massaging
firmly and gently at the same time. Namjoon was aching at this point.
“I think you owe me a blowjob.”
Namjoon said between their kisses, and he felt Jimin's lips curved into a smile
as he kissed him again.
“No, I don't. I offered in the closet but you said we better get out of there
before dad comes home. The deal's off.”
Jimin giggled and teased Namjoon's lips with his tongue. Namjoon adjusted a
smidge to hide his erection better, but Jimin caught the movement with his
eyes.
“But I got a lube.”
Jimin smirked and grabbed the plastic bag, the one he had the boots earlier and
took the tube of lube inside. It was still packaged.
“You were really loud last time, Jiminie. If dad or Yeorang came home they will
notice the moment they walk up the doorstep.”
“I'll be quiet. Besides, mom and dad went to dinner date. They won't come back
until later.”
Jimin tore up the plastic wrapper around the tube and handed it to Namjoon.
Namjoon hesitated for a second but he eventually uncapped the tube. Maybe this
is their only chance to do this while Namhwa is staying anyway.
“Lie down on your stomach.”
Namjoon instructed, and Jimin obediently followed. Jimin pressed his chest on
the matress but kept his bottom up. An involuntary moan escaped his mouth when
Namjoon teased his entrance with his slick finger. Namjoon's thick index finger
slid in, and more moans and whimpers escaped. It was obvious that it was
impossible for Jimin to keep quiet but both of them was too aroused to stop
now. Another finger joined the first and Jimin pushed back his hips onto the
fingers, fucking himself on it.
“You're getting loud, baby. Do you need something to bite?”
Namjoon kissed the back of Jimin's head while working his fingers in and out of
him. He felt Jimin's body shiver, his breathing heavy. Jimin didn't say
anything, or maybe he couldn't, but Namjoon noticed the slightest shake of his
head.
“I'm gonna put it in now. Please try to be quiet, Jimin. Can you do that,
baby?”
“Y-yes, I'll be g-good       Q-quiet.”
Jimin spread his legs more as Namjoon put on the condom and slick his cock.
When he felt the head pushing into his entrance, Jimin involuntarily held his
breath, but when the head pushed through the muscle, he gasped hard with a
sharp moan.
“Stop me when I hurt you. Sorry, but I can't wait this time.”
Namjoon groaned, and burried his full length with one smooth motion. Jimin
gasped again, suddenly feeling so full and hot with Namjoon's cock inside him.
Namjoon gripped the hem of Jimin's shirt tightly and pulled it as he thrust
deep, making Jimin's body move back at the same time he push forward.
A collection of moans, whimpers and sobbs kept escaping from Jimin's tightly
clenched jaw. If he couldn't be quiet, it was better if they end it fast. Both
of them won't last long anyway.
Namjoon grabbed Jimin's hips with both hands to keep him still, and adjusted
his knees on the matress to angle his cock better.
“Aaah!! F-fuck       ”
Jimin cried out loud when Namjoon's cock rubbed his prostate. Jimin finally
failed to even clench his jaw, his mouth gaped open as he kept yelling
Namjoon's name. He was too loud that Namjoon had to check if the windows are
closed, but he didn't stop.
Jimin gave up on holding his weight on his elbows and lowered his upper body
onto the matress as he sobbed into the pillow. Namjoon slid his hands between
the straps of his garterbelt and thighs, and pushed Jimin's legs to close it a
little. Jimin's moans got high-pitched, and he had to hold the headboard as
Namjoon thrusted faster and harder.
Namjoon leaned down to press his chest on Jimin's back. Jimin slid his hand
into his panties to stroke his cock. Namjoon knew he was second away from
orgasm.
“I love your voice. I love it when you shout my name. I love it when you wear
pretty underwear just for me. You're so beautiful, Jiminie.”
Namjoon whispered into Jimin's ear. He lifted Jimin's chin with his finger and
kissed him. Jimin moaned in his mouth, he's not gonna last long.
“God, I love you so much.”
And then they came with a loud groans. Namjoon collapsed over Jimin, but he
still managed to hold his weight on his elbow, so he wouldn't crash Jimin.
Both of them stayed that way as they try to catch their breaths. Jimin shifted
underneath him to lie on his back, facing Namjoon.
“I love you too, hyung. I was afraid to say it. But I love you so much.”
Jimin held Namjoon's face with both hands and kissed him gently. Namjoon
smiled, too exhausted to do anything more than that. Apparently Jimin was too,
because as soon as Namjoon pulled out from him, Jimin closed his sleepy eyes.
“So, your boyfriend is coming to my birthday party?”
Namjoon asked after he rolled over to lie next to Jimin.
“Yeah, maybe. I don't know.”
Jimin answered, his voice's quiet and hoarse. Jimin was too tired to explain
it, but Namjoon sensed what he meant. Maybe Jungkook won't come when Jimin
asked him to break up with him. Namjoon closed his eyes too, although he knows
they had to clean up their mess and get dressed first in case their parents
came home and decided to check if they're already asleep. But he was too
exhausted to do them anytime soon.
“Oh, I invited Yoongi hyung too.”
Jimin muttered half asleep. But Namjoon was suddenly fully awake and almost
jump out of the bed to look at Jimin in surprise.
“What!?”
Namjoon asked. He didn't shout but apparently his voice was loud enough to wake
Jimin from his drowsiness.
“I thought he was your friend. You were drinking with him at the pub.”
Jimin rubbed his sleepy eye and looked at Namjoon, a confused look on his face.
“Why do you know him?”
“I don't. I just met him earlier and I greeted him because I thought he was
your friend.”
Namjoon swallowed. Jimin was still looking at him with puzzled look.
“Where did you meet him?”
“In front of Hoseok hyung's apartment. He said he lives next to Hoseok
hyung's.”
Namjoon dropped his head on the pillow and sighed heavily as he realized.
“Yeah, but you don't have proof that you didn't either, right? Because you did
touch your brother. How did you induce your brother to have sex with you? Was
he drunk again?”
Yoongi's words made sense now that he knows where Yoongi lives. He was the one
listening to their conversation when Namjoon was talking on the phone at the
balcony. He tried to remember what he said back then, but he couldn't fully
remember. All he remember is Jimin threatened him about the night when Namjoon
first touched his brother. No wonder why Yoongi made it sound like he forced
Jimin to have sex with him.
 
***** Chapter 9 *****
“Open the fuck up, Yoongi-ah!!”
Namjoon banged on the front door. Despite of his loud knock, no one came out
from their apartment room to complain considering it was little past noon on
Thursday. People must be out working. And no answer from Yoongi's apartment
either.
Namjoon really wanted to know what they talked about but Jimin fell asleep soon
after, he was too tired. Re-thinking about it, he decided to ask Yoongi
instead. Because it might confuse Jimin, and he didn't want to answer any
questions about his relationship with Yoongi.
 
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
He heard the familiar flat voice, and saw Yoongi carrying a grocery bags in
each hands. He just looked at Namjoon carelessly and put the bags down to fish
the key in his pocket.
“What did you say to Jimin?”
Namjoon took a step forward and placed his hand on the door knob to block
Yoongi from unlocking the door.
“You came all the way here to ask that? Why don't you ask your brother.”
Yoongi slapped Namjoon's hand away from the knob but Namjoon quickly put it
back on.
“Don't involve Jimin into this, Yoongi. I'm gonna kill you if you come to him
again.”
“I didn't come to him. He came to me. He was sitting there when I came home.”
Yoongi pointed to the floor, just beside where Namjoon was standing.
“What? He said he met you in front of the apartment building.”
Namjoon tried to recall what Jimin said.
“No, he was sitting there. Whatever, I don't expect you to believe me or
anything. Get out of my way.”
Yoongi slapped Namjoon's hand again. This time Namjoon didn't put it back on,
he was too shocked to move his hand.
“Why would he do that? Do you know him? Did you tell him to come here?”
Namjoon exclaimed. He knew he was blabbing but he couldn't stop all the
question marks in his head.
“Oh, so this is my fault again? I never said he was waiting for me, dumbass.
That is your problem, Namjoon-ah. You assume but you never try to confirm.
Doesn't Hoseok live next to mine? Didn't you think he was waiting for Hoseok? I
thought you were the brain.”
Yoongi shook his head and finally pulled out the key from his pocket.
“But I was with Hoseok at that time!”
“That's why he was waiting outside, wasn't he? God, how did you even get in to
Yonsei.”
Yoongi unlocked the door and opened it, but Namjoon quickly pushed it close.
Yoongi glared up at him, but he didn't try to open the door again. He knew
Namjoon is stronger than him.
“I meant, Hoseok didn't say anything to me. Besides, Jimin doesn't have a
reason to wait Hoseok. Hoseok and I are bestfriend, but Jimin only talks to
Hoseok when he is looking for me. They're not that close.”
“Then maybe he likes sitting in the middle of hallway in some random
apartments. Or maybe he was sitting there staring at nothing and regrets his
life being a brother to idiot. Do you think I care? I don't care.”
“Just tell me what you've talked.”
Namjoon almost begged, forgetting Yoongi was the reason why he's getting
stressed out again in the first place. Yoongi sighed, and looked at the floor
for a second. Namjoon waited patiently, somehow knowing Yoongi will tell him
eventually. And he did.
“He introduced himself, so I introduced myself too. He asked about me a little
but mostly he asked me about you. Like, how we met and how close were we in
highschool. I could have told him you were a total asshole and I hate you to
dead but your brother seemed happy when I told him you were very famous in our
school because you're smart. And he started talking about how great you are as
a brother. So I didn't have a chance to say it.”
Yoongi paused and looked at Namjoon.
“Happy?”
Yoongi's voice was flat as always, but Namjoon still caught the change in his
eyes. Namjoon opened his mouth to say something but he couldn't come up with
anything. Should he thank him for telling? But it seemed weird.
“Your brother was nice. He looks really young and innocent. And you're sexually
attracted to him? I don't get it. You're sick.”
Yoongi glared at the door. Namjoon swallowed and withdrew his hand from the
door as Yoongi tried to open it again.
“The love in his eyes when he talked about you... I hated it. You are loving
your brother wrongly, but he still loves you back? I really don't get it. What
makes you better than me? I tried everything but my...”
Yoongi's voice got lower and lower, Namjoon couldn't hear what he said at the
end. But it doesn't matter. Because Yoongi wasn't talking to him anyway. He was
more likely talking to himself. Until his dead glare came back to Namjoon
again.
“This is all your fault. I hate the way you love your brother, because it's
wrong. You're not a better brother than I am. Why do you act like you're the
caring big brother when you're only lusting over your little brother! You
shouldn't be loved, you should be disgusted. You should be ignored. You should
be hated.”
Yoongi emphasized all the ‘you’ in the latter part of his words. Then he
grabbed the door knob and opened the door just to throw the grocery bags
inside.
“And you will be, if everyone knew how you treat your brother.”
Yoongi slammed shut the door and locked it as he glared at Namjoon. Namjoon
remained silent even after Yoongi left, he didn't even realize he was fisting
his hands too tightly, the tips of his fingernails were digging into his palms.

“Joonie?”
Namjoon didn't have any idea how long he was standing there until he heard
Seokjin's voice. Seokjin was wearing his glasses, an oversize sweatshirt and a
pair of ripped black jeans. It wasn't his usual dorky style, so Namjoon assumed
he is dressed for work. Either his modeling job or bartender job.
“Are you waiting for Hoseok? He still has classes until three today.”
Seokjin walked past Namjoon to unlock Hoseok's apartment.
“I, uh, I'm going then.”
Namjoon wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans and scratched his head.
“Hey, can I ask you a favor? Do you have a minute?”
Seokjin held the door open for him, and Namjoon slightly nodded before crossing
the threshold.
Namjoon sat on the couch, his usual spot, and continuesly shifted uncomfortably
as Seokjin started making coffee. Hoseok's apartment was familiar but it still
felt like he was in someone else's apartment when Hoseok is not in there.
“So, how's Jimin?”
“W-what?”
Namjoon's head snapped up. Seokjin smiled but he didn't look up to see
Namjoon's surprised face.
“Did he break up with his boyfriend yet?”
Seokjin's smile grew, and Namjoon swallowed.
“I don't know.”
Namjoon sighed and shifted on the couch again. He tried to sound nonchalant,
but not rude.
“I'm sorry if I was rude the other day. But I really like Jimin and I want him
to be happy,”
Seokjin paused as he put a mug of coffee in front of Namjoon.
“Jimin told me his boyfriend doesn't like it when he wears pink or flower
patterned things. Said, it's too ‘sissy’. He was upset. That's why I was upset
too.”
Namjoon blinked rapidly before looking at Seokjin sit beside him on the couch.
Noticing Namjoon's confusion, Seokjin gave him a gentle smile again.
“You didn't know I was close with Jimin, did you?”
Seokjin sipped on his mug. Namjoon gulped as he found it incredibly
uncomfortable talking to Seokjin like this. He has this tiny smile on his face
that Namjoon struggled to read.
“Yeah, I didn't know that.”
“Like I said, he's like a brother to me too. Actually, we got close just a few
months ago but I might know him better than you do.”
Seokjin put down his mug on the table and stood up. Namjoon took this chance to
drink his coffee, he didn't realize how dry his throat was until then, and
place the mug down again when Seokjin came back holding a bright pink plastic
bag.
“Can you give this to him? I forgot to give it when he came here.”
Namjoon took the bag and shook his head as he realized Yoongi was right. Jimin
came here to meet Seokjin, but he didn't even think of that.
“You can look, if you want to.”
Seokjin sat on the couch again. Namjoon shrugged but opened the bag anyway. And
his eyes instantly went wide when he saw the black leather corset with soft
pink laces at the back.
“Wait, you...?”
Namjoon asked Seokjin in surprise.
“Yeah, I brought some of the old stuff from the photo studio and gave them to
Jimin. He told me he's too embarrassed to buy them by himself. Hopefully, I got
him the right size this time.”
Seokjin paused to grab his coffee, and quickly added,
“Oh, but his panties are new. I taught him where he can buy online.”
while laughing. Namjoon completely froze in his position, just his brows raised
up high, he swear they almost touched his hairline. Okay, so apparently Seokjin
knew that Hoseok blurted out his secret job to Namjoon. But that wasn't the
real question here.
“Why does he, I mean, how...”
“How I know about his taste in underwear?”
Namjoon nodded.
“Well, have you visited any gay porn sites, Joonie?”
Namjoon nodded again, this time a little hesitantly.
“But you've never seen my pictures, have you?”
“No.”
“That's because I'm modeling in crossdresser porn sites, which probably not
your taste.”
Namjoon licked his lips as he looked away from Seokjin. He was right. He never
thought of visiting any crossdresser porn sites before. Plus, he never thought
corsets and boots would look hot on men until he saw Jimin wore them.
“But it was Jimin's taste. And I received a call from him saying he found me
online. I was a bit startled at first, but then he asked me about the corsets
and boots, so I offered him one of the old ones we had in the studio.”
Namjoon looked at the corset again. The pink lace was beautiful. It would look
great on Jimin's skin. And the color matches with his favorite panties.
He looks really young and innocent. And you're sexually attracted to him?
You're sick.
Namjoon swallowed.
“How much did he tell you?”
Namjoon said, his voice sounded too low and too shaky despite of himself.
“What do you mean?”
“Jimin told you I know about his lingerie kink, right? What's why you're
telling me this. Did he tell you something else?”
Namjoon almost shouted. He doesn't know why was he getting angry, but he was.
His chest felt too tight and his head started aching.
“Hey, are you alright?”
Seokjin put his hand on Namjoon's arm. Namjoon pulled his arm reflexively, he
didn't want Seokjin to know that he was shaking like a leaf.
Why do you act like you're the caring big brother when you're only lusting over
your little brother!
A deep breath didn't calm his nerves at all. In fact, it made him realize just
how anxious he was.
“It's alright, Joon-ah. He didn't,”
“No, it's not alright, hyung! Stop telling me to not worry! This is fucked up!
This is so wrong. Yoongi is right, I'm sick. I should be disgusted.”
“Yah, calm down! Yoongi told you you're sick? He's an ass, Joonie. Don't mind
him.”
“No, he's right, hyung. I should be ashamed of myself.”
Seokjin put his hand on Namjoon's arm again to comfort him. Namjoon didn't pull
his arm away this time, knowing it has no point. He's visibly shaking now.
You shouldn't be loved, you should be disgusted. You should be ignored. You
should be hated.
Yoongi's words affected him more than he expected. It was like a sharp knife
stuck in his heart. It stabbed him again and again, opening up his guilt and
hatred toward himself.
“Wait, you think Jimin's kink is wrong? Or you think accepting Jimin's kink is
wrong? Because there's nothing wrong with,”
“No, I'm having sex with my brother, hyung! I think that's wrong!”
Namjoon finally snapped and pushed Seokjin out of his personal space. Seokjin
froze, and Namjoon shook. Despite his shaking legs, Namjoon managed to look
away from Seokjin's surprised face and stood up. Seokjin remained silent and
probably still shocked when Namjoon walked out of Hoseok's apartment.
Just like Yoongi, Seokjin was disgusted too. Seokjin did a fine job at hiding
it, but Namjoon knew he was.

Namjoon ignored his phone vibrating in his pocket as he opened the front door.
He knew it was Seokjin. But he didn't want to hear anymore insult or lecture at
the moment. Yoongi already gave him a lifetime's worth of those.
“Hyung?”
Jimin leaned back to the couch to look at Namjoon. But Namjoon ignored him and
headed to the stairs.
“Hyung! W-wait,”
Jimin came running, stopping Namjoon. Namjoon noticed Jimin was biting his lip
again. And Jimin must have noticed the frown between Namjoon's brows because he
opened his mouth, but he hesitated to speak.
“What?”
Namjoon hated that he couldn't control the anger in his voice.
“I, I've talked to Jungkook.”
Jimin gaze swam everywhere but Namjoon's eyes. Jimin chewed on his lips again
as he struggled to form his thoughts into words. But he didn't have to, because
Namjoon sensed that it didn't go well.
“You don't have to break up with him.”
The words came out from Namjoon's mouth unexpectedly, despite of himself. His
voice was flat, deep, and blunt. Jimin's head snapped up to meet his gaze, a
very obvious hurt in his eyes.
“B-but you said,”
“No, Jimin. It's over. I'm not doing that again.”
“Wait, why?”
Jimin grabbed Namjoon's arm. Namjoon clenched his jaw and looked away from
Jimin's eyes. It was too hard to look at him. Jimin took a step closer, now
holding his both arms firmly.
“I don't understand. But you said you lov    ,”
“No!”
Namjoon snapped before Jimin could say it.
“That was a mistake, Jimin. That was my dick talking, not my brain.”
Namjoon felt like he's kicking a puppy. He felt like shit. But he didn't know
what was right and wrong anymore. It felt right to hurt Jimin this way than
Jimin getting hurt of insults and disgusted look from other people. A
uncomfortable silence stretched between them, until the front door opened.
Both of their gaze went to their parents. They were laughing and smiling, but
when they noticed Namjoon and Jimin, the smile quickly replaced with a confused
look.
“Is everything alright?”
Yeorang asked worriedly. Namjoon was suddenly aware of Jimin's arms almost
wrapped around him, clearly shocked and tears guttered down his face.
“Don't follow me.”
Namjoon untangled Jimin's arms from his body and ran to his room. As soon as he
slammed the door shot, he grabbed the nearest thing he could reach and throw it
against the wall. He realized that he threw one of his framed award certificate
when he heard the glass shattered. The bolded Award of excellence caught his
attention. Excellence his ass. He threw another frame from the top of the
dresser. This time, he didn't bother to look what he threw.
Frustration and anxiety only grew after he rests on his bed, staring at the
ceiling. The hurt in Jimin's eyes won't leave his head. Jimin is probably
crying now. Just the image of Jimin breaking down crying in tears made him want
to kill himself. Jimin doesn't deserve this. It was all his fault. Namjoon
pressed his palms on his forehead and groaned in frustration. He really needed
to throw something again.
“Joon-ah?”
After a couple of knocks, Namhwa came into Namjoon's room. Namjoon glared at
him. His dad has no sense of privacy. Yeorang never tried to come into his room
before but his father didn't even wait for a permission to enter.
“Dad, I'm not in the mood to talk right now.”
Namjoon said, in case it wasn't too obvious.
“Wow, I've never seen you so angry before,”
Namhwa's voice was light and slightly teasing. Namjoon refused to look at his
father but he still caught a glimpse of his father staring down at the
shattered picture flames.
“Hey, I liked this picture.”
Namhwa picked up something on the floor and came to sit on the bed beside
Namjoon.
“This was the first picture we took as a family.”
Namjoon didn't plan to look at whatever was Namhwa holding but that caught his
attention. He looked over his shoulder to see the picture in Namhwa's hand.
It was the picture taken in the restaurant after Yeorang and Namhwa's wedding.
Jimin's white suit looks slightly big on him after losing so much weight in
only few months. Jimin's arm wrapped around Namjoon's middle and Namjoon
wrapping his arm around Jimin's shoulders, Namjoon's cheek resting on Jimin's
head. Both of them has a bright smile on their faces.
It was their first family picture but they were already so close. They even
looked closer than Yeorang and Namhwa, who's the one got married.
“I was glad you easily accepted Yeorang as your new mother. I was even
surprised when you started calling her ‘mom’. I know it's not easy. You were
already seventeen.”
Namjoon just listened and stared at the ceiling again as Namhwa spoke.
“Yeorang told me she was grateful, too, because you take good care of Jimin.
Because of you she could still work. She likes her job. She likes saving
people's life.”
Namjoon swallowed and covered his eyes with his forearm. Compliments doesn't do
any better than insults at the moment.
“I'm not perfect, dad.”
Namjoon whispered.
“I never said you are.”
Namhwa put his hand on Namjoon's forearm, and slowly pulled it away from his
face.
“And I don't expect you to be. Sometimes, it's better if you're not perfect.
That makes you more human.”
“You're only saying that because you don't know anything about me.”
Namjoon said harshly.
“Maybe. But I know you hate me for not being around and you're not comfortable
talking to me as father-and-son. I also know you like being perfect. Even
though you're not, you still want to keep that image of you. That's why you're
struggling. You like to keep it all to yourself, but it's not good to keep a
secret, Namjoon-ah. I'm always here to listen if you want to talk about it.”
Namhwa tapped Namjoon's shoulder and pressed the picture in his hand.
“Because with secret, you might fall apart.”
***** Chapter 10 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Namjoon gazed absently at the crowd in the living room. Most of them are
Yeorang's co-workers and Namhwa's old friends, since Namjoon decided to invite
only his closest friends. Namjoon still got a lot of birthday presents piled up
on the table at the corner, but Namhwa made the party more like his own
welcome-home party, got all the attention to himself. Which Namjoon was
grateful because he wanted a minimum attention to himself at the moment.
The party was cool. Nothing like a fraternity party with a loud music and a lot
of alcohol involved which Namjoon disliked. It was more like an early Christmas
party, just a fun home party with food and wine, people chit-chatting and
laughing. And now they are about to start karaoke.
“Hey, happy birthday Namjoon-ah. Thanks for inviting me.”
A guy from his literature class grinned and raised a glass of wine, making a
toast. Namjoon thanked him and raised his empty bottle of beer too. The guy was
cool but to be honest, he wasn't one of his closest friends. But since Namjoon
didn't know the guy's number, he couldn't tell him there was ‘a couple of
changes’ in his party.
“Your dad is cool. He's funny.”
“Thanks. I guess he is.”
Namjoon scoffed, and looked over the crowd again. His dad had pointed out some
of the guests to do a duet of ‘Beauty and the beast’. He intensionally picked
Yeorang's single co-worker and his single friend. Both of them flushed as the
crowd cheered for them. Yeorang's co-worker was good. Her voice was soothing
and soft, like a lullaby. But Namhwa's friend sang the song like he barely knew
it, his voice too loud and too out of tune. But the contrast made it funny and
somehow sweet.
“Wow, your dad picked the perfect pair for this song. Beauty and the beast it
is. This is gonna be hilarious when the guy tries to hit those high notes.”
Namjoon's not-so-close friend laughed along with the crowd, and went closer to
the singing duo. Namjoon was glad the guy left him alone. Another thanks to his
father's good choice of entertainment.
Namjoon's gaze slid to another not-so-close person that he couldn't ‘uninvite’.
Min Goddamn Yoongi. Yoongi was leaning against one of the walls in the
livingroom, talking to Namhwa's friend. And Namjoon occasionally looked at him
to make sure he stays that way. Namjoon couldn't believe Yoongi actually came
to his party. He doubt that Yoongi came to say happy birthday to him after
insulting him like that. More possibly he came here to make sure Namjoon isn't
‘happy’. That's the only possible reason why he's here.
In fact, he never once came to greet Namjoon. Not even to Jimin. Hell, if he
comes any closer to Jimin, Namjoon is ready to start a real battle in the
middle of the crowd. But Namjoon couldn't tell him to leave. Because one; Jimin
invited him, not Namjoon. And two; he doesn't want to talk to the guy. Going to
his apartment was a bad fucking idea. He should've known better.
Namjoon glanced over the living room again. He saw Jimin standing at the other
side of the room with Taehyung. Taehyung must have said something funny because
Jimin's lips curved up. Not the happiest smile he've seen but still a smile
nonetheless. Namjoon breathed a sigh of relief, but his chest was still tight.
After Namjoon brutally ended their secret relationship      or whatever it
calls       they hadn't talked at all. Mostly because Namjoon shut himself in
his room for two days.
“Hey, I got you another beer.”
“Thanks.”
Hoseok handed him a bottle of beer and sat on the couch next to him.
“I saw Jackson over there, do you want to say hi?”
“Uh, maybe later.”
Namjoon shifted awkwardly. Hoseok was trying to encourage Namjoon to enjoy the
party more, but Namjoon was not in the mood. He knew he was being rude. But he
just couldn't.
“Um, hey.”
Namjoon heard another familiar voice, and slowly looked over his shoulder.
Seokjin was standing by the couch, a thin smile on his face.
“I'm sorry I'm late. Uh... I got you a present.”
Seokjin handed a pink paper bag with a gold ribbon on it. It was the exact same
pink as the plastic bag Seokjin had the corset in. Namjoon swallowed, but took
it with a smile. Or he hoped he had managed to smile.
“Uh, thanks.”
Namjoon dropped his gaze. Looking at Seokjin was too uncomfortable. Seokjin was
just standing there for a good thirty seconds as Namjoon gazed down the paper
bag.
“Hey, can we talk?”
Seokjin said quietly. Namjoon swallowed again and looked at Hoseok as if asking
for a help. Hoseok was looking at Seokjin, but then he smiled to Namjoon.
“Go ahead. I'll keep an eye on your beer and gift.”
Hoseok grabbed the bag from Namjoon's hands. The smile on his face told Namjoon
that Hoseok knew what this is about. Maybe not all of it, but at least some of
it.
Namjoon sighed heavily, and rubbed his clammy hands on his jeans before
standing up.
“Oh, happy birthday, by the way. It's a nice party. Better than last year, I
think.”
Seokjin laughed awkwardly as they reached the stairs. Seokjin didn't go up,
though. He led Namjoon to the hidden space in front of the under-stairs closet.
There was a few people chatting in the hallway. They weren't exactly hidden
from them but they had at least a privacy here.
“Thanks.”
Namjoon scratched his neck. It was so uncomfortable talking to Seokjin after
that day. And it was more uncomfortable because he knew it's gonna be the same
topic again.
“Look, I know what this is about. I'm sorry I yelled at you. I just, I
couldn't, I mean...”
“Hey, it's okay. I'm not mad at      ”
“Can you just forget what I said? God, I fucked up so bad.”
Namjoon dragged his hand down his face. He was starting to shake again. Seokjin
grabbed Namjoon's shaking hand and pulled it away from his face.
“Joon-ah! Can you please let me talk? Just this once, I want you to stop
talking and listen to me.”
Seokjin let go of his hand once Namjoon calmed down. Namjoon sighed heavily and
shook his head. Looking at the floor made this more easy. Practically, looking
at anything but Seokjin's eyes makes this easy.
“I'm not gonna lie. I was surprised,”
“Yeah, I know you       ”
“Yah! I told you to shut up!”
Seokjin glared, and Namjoon closed his mouth obediently.
“I was surprised. Mostly because I never thought something was actually
happening between you two. But I knew Jimin likes you.”
Namjoon sighed again and looked away even more. But then he saw Jimin talking
to Jungkook only few feet away. Seokjin paused for a moment, sighed, and
continue.
“You guys are not real brothers, Namjoonie. You guys are literally just two
strangers living under a same roof. The title doesn't matter.”
Namjoon flicked his gaze to Seokjin.
“But people don't see it like that, do they?”
Seokjin stilled, and sighed again. Namjoon clenched his jaw. He didn't want to
be harsh but it was easy for Seokjin to say because he doesn't know how hard
this is for Namjoon.
“But have you asked how Jimin wanted this to be? Maybe he wants to tell his
mother.”
“Tell Yeorang? Are you crazy?”
“He is struggling too, Joonie. I know he doesn't want to sneak around.”
Seokjin was calm even though Namjoon's jaw was almost hurting for clenching it
too hard.
“What do you know about how he feels? You don't fucking       ”
“Yah! You don't think I know how he feels? Hoseok and I have been dating for
over two years now but he still can't introduce me to his parents and some of
his friends. We can't hold hands or literally do anything in public because
he's scared of running into his parents or someone who shouldn't know he's gay.
And you know what? That sucks! A lot. Don't you dare tell me I don't know what
sneaking around feels like.”
Seokjin exclaimed and pushed Namjoon's shoulder. Namjoon swallowed and looked
away from Seokjin again. Seokjin was right. Maybe it's not the same but Seokjin
and Hoseok's relationship is pretty fucked up too. Namjoon's heart ached as he
thought about sneaking around for over two years.
“Sorry, I forgot.”
Namjoon muttered apologicaly and scratched his neck.
“It's okay. Just think about it, Joonie. Maybe it's not as complicated as it
seems. You have a great, understanding parents. I hope Hoseok's parents are
more like yours.”
Seokjin's voice sounded very sad. Namjoon hoped Hoseok knew how Seokjin feels
too.
“Yeah. I'll talk to Jim       ”
“Just tell me what's wrong, Jiminie!”
Namjoon broke off as he heard Jungkook's voice. His voice wasn't actually loud
but just enough for them to hear. Namjoon turned around and saw Jungkook
holding Jimin's forearm. Seokjin's gaze followed his. Jimin was biting his lip
and almost glaring down at the floor. Namjoon frowned.
“Why are you suddenly saying this? I really don't understand.”
“I like you, Jungkook. But... can we go back to being friends?”
“See? That's the thing that I don't understand. Why go back to friends if you
still like me?”
Jungkook pulled Jimin closer as Jimin tried to wrench off his arm from
Jungkook.
“Kook-ah, stop. You're hurting him.”
Taehyung tried to pull them apart but Jungkook was too strong.
“No, Tae! Stay away from this.”
“No, he's my best friend! I'm not gonna let you hurt him!”
“I just need to know why he wants to break up with me so suddenly. It doesn't
makes sense. We just celebrated my birthday together!”
Jungkook yanked Jimin's arm in attempting to shake Taehyung's hand off of him.
“Ow! Let me go, Jungkook-ah!”
Jimin finally exclaimed, but Jungkook was still holding his arm firmly.
“I'm not gonna let go unless you tell me what changed your mind.”
Jungkook must have tightened his grip even more because Namjoon saw Jimin hiss.
Finally turning his heels, Namjoon went to stop their fight.
“Yah! What are you doing to my brother.”
Namjoon pulled Jimin away from Jungkook. Jungkook finally let go of Jimin's
arm, probably because he was taken aback by Namjoon.
“Great. You again.”
Jungkook glared at Namjoon. Namjoon thought he was just jealous of Jungkook
before but he actually starting to hate the brat.
“Are you here to drag Jimin out again?”
Jungkook said sarcastically.
“No, if I was dragging anyone out of here, it's gonna be you since this is our
house.”
Namjoon pulled Jimin closer until Jimin's back pressed to his front, his hands
staying on Jimin's shoulders.
“Hyung, I'm alright. You don't need to be here.”
Jimin tried to escape from Namjoon's hands but Namjoon didn't allow him.
Namjoon glared down at Jungkook. He was tall so it was easy for him to scare
people when he did that, but it seemed like it wasn't affecting Jungkook at
all.
“This is none of your business, he said. Leave us alone!”
Jungkook tried to pull Jimin again, but Namjoon stepped back so Jimin is out of
his reach. The few people chatting in the hallway turned their gaze at them.
They were clearly causing a scene. Namjoon clenched his jaw but not because of
the people staring. Because he spotted Yoongi leaning against the wall just a
few feet away, looking at them, his arms folded over his chest as if he was
enjoying the little entertainment.
“He's my brother. This is my business.”
Namjoon forced his attention back to Jungkook, ignoring Yoongi at the moment.
“You're not even his real brother.”
Jungkook folded his arms over his chest, glaring up to Namjoon. Namjoon gulped,
but tried to keep his face straight. Seokjin must have called Hoseok, because
Hoseok was suddenly standing beside Namjoon. And his presence made Namjoon feel
relieved.
“This is my house and this is my party. If you're causing a scene, I can make
you leave.”
Namjoon said matter of factly. Jungkook shifted his weight but his expression
didn't change.
“Fine. I don't care if you're here.”
Jungkook flicked his gaze to Jimin.
“Now, tell me the reason so I can leave.”
Namjoon felt Jimin stiffen under his hands.
“Is everything alright?”
Yeorang came through the few people watching them. Fuck. Everyone is here now.
Well, not everyone, but        
“Hey, we're gonna cut the cake after this song. Uhm... what's happening?”
Namhwa followed behind her. Now, everyone is officially here.
“Dad, mom. It's alright. It's just a little fight      ”
“A fight?”
Yeorang cut him off and looked between Jungkook and Jimin. Namjoon shook his
head. That was definitely not a wise explanation.
“We're not fighting. Jimin is dumping me, so I just need to know why. But his
big brother came interrupting us.”
Jungkook told Yeorang. He was obviously pulling an innocent puppy eyes look
with his big eyes. Namjoon sighed heavily and involuntarily pulled Jimin closer
again.
This is all his fault. He told Jimin to break up with his boyfriend, and now he
is making Jimin humiliated in public. Jimin looked at Namjoon over his
shoulder. He looked nervous and worried. Namjoon just wanted to hug him and
tell him he's sorry but that was the last thing he could do right now.
“Can I tell?”
Jimin whispered to Namjoon. Namjoon flicked his gaze to Jimin's eyes.
No no no, you can't tell! He's gonna look at you like we're some kind of
monsters! 
Namjoon wanted to say it out loud, but he quickly shook his head instead. Jimin
bit his lip and looked down.
“You want to know why he's dumping you?”
Yoongi suddenly interrupted. All of the blood drained from Namjoon's face. He
just remembered the last person we wanted here wasn't Jungkook. It's Yoongi.
And he's also the last person he wanted to hear speaking right now.
All of their gaze flicked to Yoongi. Yoongi was standing closer, just behind
Jungkook. He was close enough for Namjoon to grab and toss out of the house,
but the problem is, Namjoon was too shocked to move.
“Why?”
Jungkook asked. Namjoon knows that everyone was waiting for Yoongi to answer
that question. Namjoon glanced over the crowd. Yeorang and Namhwa looked
confused. Hoseok and Seokjin looked worried. Jungkook and Taehyung looked
curious. And the other people    including Namjoon's friend from literature
class and some of Jimin's friends     was looking at them, wanting to know what
was happening.
If Yoongi told them now, everyone would know. He will hurt Jimin, he will
humiliate his family, and everyone will start looking at them differently.
Namjoon swallowed, his hands involuntarily holding Jimin's shoulders tighter.
He deserved it. All of it. It was his fault after all. But his chest tightened
when he thought about Jimin.
“Because,”
Yoongi opened his mouth again. This is it. This is where his perfect life
falls. Namjoon closed his eyes and cursed inside.
“Maybe he was lonely and he needed someone to be by his side, and for that
matter, you were his anchor. But that shit isn't love. You were just filling
his loneliness. Maybe he realized that. And he doesn't want to use you like
that anymore. I'm sure he feels like shit doing that to you. But you don't need
to humiliate him like this.”
Namjoon's heart skipped a beat. He doesn't know what had happened. There was a
silence. Namjoon could tell everyone was looking at Yoongi, but he couldn't.
“Is that it?”
Jungkook finally asked Jimin. Jimin gave him the tiniest of nods, still looking
down at the floor.
“Okay okay, no more audience, please. Let's go back to the party!”
Namhwa waved the people back to the livingroom. But before he follows the
crowd, he turned around to look at Namjoon.
“Joon-ah, give the boys some privacy. We need you to blow the candles to wrap
up the party. It's getting late.”
Namjoon nodded. In the livingroom, people was cheering for the next karaoke
duo. And the people in the hallway went back to the party again. Yoongi
disappeared, taking advantage of the confusion. But Namjoon caught him just
before he leaves the house. Namjoon quickly asked Hoseok to watch over Jimin
and ran to catch up with Yoongi.
“Yoongi-ah!”
Namjoon stopped Yoongi before he reach his car. Yoongi turned around to look at
Namjoon for a second, but he quickly looked down and scratched his neck
uncomfortably.
“Uhm, thanks... for not telling.”
Namjoon shyly mimicked his gesture. It didn't feel right to thank Yoongi, but
still, he couldn't help but thank him. Because Jungkook was obviously not gonna
leave without an explanation and he didn't know what to do.
“Don't get me wrong. I didn't do it for you. I did it for your brother.”
Yoongi was expressionless as always as he looked at Namjoon. Namjoon raised his
brow. Yoongi sighed and continue.
“I realized that if I told everyone, you're not the only one that suffers. He
will too. A lot of his friends were there. I know how they'll treat your
brother if they knew.”
Yoongi walked over to his car, silently telling Namjoon to follow, leading him
more into the dark. Out of habit, Yoongi leaned against his car and folded his
arms over his chest.
“I have a younger brother too. He was bullied in highschool. Those bullies are
worst. Your brother doesn't need to experience that.”
“Your brother was bullied?”
Namjoon repeated purely out of reflex. But Yoongi frowned, not liking the way
Namjoon asked it.
“Believe me, I tried to stop it. But he always stopped me when I tried to do
something about it, thinking I'll just make it worse. One day, I saw him
walking down the hall all soaked from his head to shoes. I asked what happened,
but he didn't tell me. But I knew who did it. It was always the same guy. I
waited for the asshole at the parking lot and did what I had to do. I knew my
brother will hate me if he found out but I thought fuck it, I will always be
there to protect him anyway.”
Yoongi paused and glared up at Namjoon. Namjoon swallowed, sensing what will
coming next.
“But some dumbass saw it and report it to the principal like he's some kind of
hero or some shit.”
Yoongi paused again. This time, taking a lot of time to stare at Namjoon's
shocked face.
“Soon after I got kicked out of school and any of the school in Seoul wanted me
because I was a bad student whom punched a guy for correcting my manners.
That's why my parents sent me to Daegu. I didn't want to leave my brother but I
had no choice. As I expected, the bullying got worse and my brother finally
stopped going to school. And when I went home after six months, my brother
won't talk to me. He doesn't even want to see me. He completely locked himself
in his room to avoid me. Naturally, after I graduated, my parents suggested me
to live on my own. Basically they kicked me out too. Because they know my
brother will never come out if I'm living in the same house.”
Yoongi brought a cigarette to his mouth and took a drag. Namjoon just watched
him blow a clouds of smoke for a while.
“I'm sorry. I didn't know. I'm... I'm really sorry.”
Namjoon clenched his fist. Now he knows why Yoongi hated him so much. He
remembered when Jimin started getting rebellious. Not answering his questions
properly and avoiding an eye contact. It hurt so much. But at least Jimin still
listen and respond when he talked to him. Just imagining Jimin completely
avoiding him and hating him crushed Namjoon's heart. But Yoongi is suffering
that because of him.
“I'll do anything to fix this. I'll help you talk to your brother. I will
apologize to him. I'll tell it was all my fault.”
Namjoon tried to think of what he could do. But any of those didn't seem good
enough.
“No, it wasn't your fault. I knew it wasn't. Even if you didn't tell, I
probably got expelled from punching that guy anyway. But it was easier to blame
someone. And after I heard you talking to your brother through the phone? God,
I was so mad I actually went out to find you the next day just to tell you how
fucked up you are.”
Yoongi half heartedly laughed and dropped his smoke on the ground and toed it
out. Namjoon watched the whole action silently.
“But when I saw you and your brother back there, I kinda understand. Your
brother really loves you and you really care about your brother. I can see it
in your eyes. I felt so stupid for taking it out on you.”
Yoongi put his hands in his pocket and looked at the house. Namjoon followed
his gaze. He can see Jungkook scratching his neck shyly. He can't see Jimin's
face but he can tell Jimin is also smiling because Hoseok and Seokjin, even
Taehyung is smiling now.
When Taehyung pulled Jungkook and Jimin to the livingroom, Seokjin followed but
Hoseok quickly stopped him. Still holding Seokjin's hand, Hoseok was saying
something and a sudden smile flashed on Seokjin's face. Now, Seokjin was
pulling Hoseok to the livingroom, their hands held tightly. Maybe Namjoon and
Jimin's little exchange affected not only Yoongi but Hoseok and Seokjin too.
“He's looking for you.”
Yoongi said. Namjoon flicked his gaze to the other window. Jimin was looking
around in the crowd. Namjoon smiled when he saw Jimin stood on tiptoe in hopes
of being able to see over the people's heads. Namjoon turned to Yoongi again.
Yoongi had his car door open.
“Hey, Yoongi hyung. I meant what I said. I want to be your brother's friend.
Jimin and I, even Hoseok and Seokjin hyung. All of us.”
Namjoon paused and put his hands in his pocket too, mimicking Yoongi.
“And I want to be your friend too.”
Namjoon said while looking at Yoongi's feet. It was too embarrassing to say to
his eyes. But when Yoongi didn't say anything, Namjoon finally looked up.
Yoongi was just looking at him, or maybe a tiniest smile on his face, but
Namjoon couldn't tell under the dim street lights.
Yoongi got behind the wheel without a word. Namjoon looked down and sighed as
Yoongi started the engine.
“Hey,”
Yoongi rolled down his window. Namjoon looked at Yoongi again, his hands still
in his pockets.
“Happy birthday, by the way.”
Now, Namjoon can clearly see Yoongi's lips curving up. Namjoon felt something
eased inside him. Namjoon smiled shyly and waved his hand until Yoongi drive
off.
 
 
After the party, Namjoon knocked on Jimin's room. His heart was pounding fast
as he waited for Jimin to open the door. Jimin might not open the door. The
thought crossed his head, but thankfully, Jimin opened the door a moment later
and looked at him with wide eyes.
“Hey,”
Namjoon scratched his neck and looked away.
“Uhm... I'm sorry about what happened earlier.”
Namjoon muttered, looking at the ‘keep away!’ Sign on Jimin's door.
“I'm sorry too. I caused a scene in your party.”
Jimin's voice was almost inaudible. Namjoon clenched his fist and encouraged
himself to look at Jimin. Jimin wasn't looking at him too. But Namjoon could
still see the sadness in his eyes.
“Jimin-ah. I'm really sorry.”
Namjoon held Jimin's face in his hand and stroked his cheek with his thumb.
Jimin didn't look up at Namjoon, but he nuzzled against his hand. It was almost
as if Jimin was doing it without realizing. Namjoon's chest tightened. Namjoon
slid his hand to Jimin's nape and pulled him close. Jimin stilled when his head
is pressed onto Namjoon's chest. Namjoon slid his hand again, this time holding
Jimin's head to keep him against his chest. Jimin reacted a moment later,
sliding his arms around Namjoon's waist and nuzzling into Namjoon's chest, as
if it wasn't close enough.
“I love you, Jimin-ah. It hurts me seeing you cry. I'm so sorry for hurting you
like that. I'm an asshole. I'm really sorry.”
Namjoon kissed Jimin's temple. Jimin tightened his arms around Namjoon.
“I love you too, hyung.”
Jimin's voice was muffled. Namjoon held Jimin's face again and tilted it so he
could see Jimin's face. Jimin was on the verge of tears but he forced a smile
when their gaze met. Namjoon combed Jimin's hair for a moment while looking
into his eyes. Jimin looks so beautiful when he is smiling.
Suddenly, soft lips took Namjoon's mouth in a tender kiss, so tender it made
Namjoon ache. God, he had missed this. Namjoon responded, opening for Jimin,
his arms coming up to hold him by the nape and pull him closer. Jimin lost
himself in that kiss, in the feel of Namjoon's tongue slipping between his
parted lips, tasting him, his body tight against Namjoon.
The kiss came to an end, and Jimin slowly opened his eyes and found Namjoon
gazing down at him, his lips curved up into a soft smile.
“Do you want to tell Yeorang and dad?”
Namjoon suggested hesitantly. He still wasn't sure if that was a good idea, but
if Jimin wants to, he wants to do that too.
“W-what?”
Jimin's eyes widen again.
“Sorry, if you don't want to, we don't      ”
“No! I want to. But... are you sure?”
“Yes. We'll eventually tell our friends too, if you want to, but Yeorang and
dad first, okay?”
Jimin held Namjoon's eyes and gave a nod. Namjoon breathe a sigh of relief and
kissed Jimin's temple again. Jimin smiled and hugged Namjoon.
“No more secrets from now on.”
“No, I want to keep my lingerie kink still a secret, hyung.”
Jimin chuckled and look up to Namjoon.
“Okay, only that. Don't wanna share that one either. That's only for me.”
Namjoon grinned and ruffled Jimin's hair and slid his hand to cup Jimin's jaw.
He couldn't help but smile when Jimin nuzzled against his hand again.
“Hey, boys! Come help us clean the kitchen!”
Namhwa shouted from down stairs. Namjoon and Jimin started, but none of them
sprung apart like they used to.
“Are you ready?”
Namjoon asked while stroking Jimin's cheek with his thumb.
“Yeah. Let's do this.”
Jimin grinned widely and took Namjoon's hand, pulling him down the stairs.
 
 
 
The End
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