Namjoon dragged himself up the stairs to his apartment, every step just made him want to turn around and head to Jin, but he knew his friends were right. He groaned for the millionth time as he shuffled his pockets for his keys.

After about five minutes of frantic searching and dropping the keys down, and then grabbing the flower pot by accident and making it smash into the ground, dirtying everything, he finally opened his door.

"Why the fuck did I even buy that, I hate flowers!" He retorted as he entered his apartment, sliding his trainers off. He dragged his suitcase to the hall and headed to the kitchen, not taking notice of the extreme sudden cleanliness of his space.

He opened the fridge and grabbed a cold soda before heading to his couch. He plopped down and flicked on the TV, flipping through the channels as his legs made his way to the tea table.

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Jin was getting impatient!

Why isn't he coming? Did he forget about me? Where is he?

"Argh... That guy, I swear!" Jin huffed as he sat up on the bed. The fabric started to stick to his body, due to heat. He fidgeted to get comfortable. Giving up after a couple of minutes he decided he needed to cool down. A drink will do.

Jin got up, making the silk glide on his thighs. He opened the door and...

Froze.

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Namjoon spat his soda all the way onto the TV, which was quite far might I say. His eyes were wide and his whole body was almost stiff.

The TV kept playing Running Man, but Namjoon for the first time completely lost interest in their stupidity.

Jin stood in front of his room in nothing but pink silk lingerie...

Jin, on the other hand was panicking internally, this is not how he planned it! This was not what was supposed to happen! All of a sudden, he started getting self-conscious and was blushing of embarrassment.

"Bab-"

Slam.

Jin slammed the door shut and started running around the room. Why is it that noting ever goes right for him? Just, why?

Namjoon was lost at the moment, he really started to question his mental state, was he okay? Is it normal to imagine your boyfriend standing at your bedroom door in pink lingerie? Well yeah, he does it all the time, but this time it felt so real. He pinched himself and blinked.

"Damn, these fantasies are getting me messed up, FUCK!" Namjoon groaned as he saw the tent in his pants. "Jesus, calm yourself, Joon!"

He returned to watching, trying his best from getting his mind off the fantasy of a practically naked Jin, but like how would that ever be possible?

He cursed as he decided to relieve himself in the bathroom, usually he wouldn't mind doing it on the couch, but for some reason he felt he should finish off in the bathroom and then take a shower.

He opened his room door.

His eyes widened, and he felt himself get hard instantly. Jin was indeed in pink lingerie, in fact he was in pink lingerie and in tears on his bed. The silk nearly falling off his shoulders, his eyes a little puffy and he was wearing pink lip gloss, or was that just saliva?

Jin had stopped all movement when Namjoon suddenly opened the door.

They stared at each other for what felt like years. Until Namjoon decided to speak.

"Shit, this is so fuckin real! Brain you are on another level, don't torture me like this, bitch!" He clutched his hair. Jin looked confused.

"Joonie, are you okay?" He said slightly worried at his boyfriend's reaction.

Namjoon's head perked up.

"B-Baby... is that really you?" Namjoon asked shakily.

"Yes baby, it is. Now, are you okay?" Jin got off the bed and walked up to see if Namjoon was fine.

Before Jin could ask anything else, his back was shoved against the wall, making him flinch a little as his head felt the impact. He stared into Namjoon's eyes, but this time there was something tingling darkly in them. The very next second Namjoon had captured his lips, biting and devouring them eagerly. His fingers gripped Jin's hip with a brutal force. The other couldn't care though, he was melting, and was in love with this feeling right now. His arms made its way to Namjoon's neck as he deepened the kiss.

Namjoon pulled Jin up making the other wrap his legs around his waist. He back away from the wall and reached his bed. He gently lowered Jin onto it and stared at the panting boy beneath him. He looked so gorgeous and fuckable right now, and it took every drop of willpower not to dive in and rip Jin's ass apart. He gulped and went down on his hands, to hover over Jin.

"Baby... Why you dressed like this... It makes it really hard for me to control myself. I-I don't want to force you into anything." Namjoon said as he brushed Jin's bangs away from his eyes.

Jin brought his hands to Namjoon's face as he started rubbing small circles with his thumbs on Namjoon's cheek. He looked deep into Namjoon's eyes.

"Then don't control yourself, you can let it all out... You can take me." Jin said sweetly as he smiled.

Namjoon smiled back slightly as he brought his left hand up and placed it on Jin's.

"Baby are you sure? I don't mind waiting a little more if you want."

"Yes, I'm sure, I'm ready."

That's all it took. Namjoon slowly came down and started to kiss Jin passionately.

Sorry I had to divide this into two chapters, it would be damn long.

So smut next chapter.

[EDITED: 28.04.2020]