Chapter Twenty One: Namjoon

"Let's make the second room over there, your studio. I'll be rooming the other and you will sleep on the couch." Seokjin said, smiling.

"Woah wait a minute. Why am I on the couch?" I asked. The rooms are big, and I don't want to get technical, he's my boyfriend. Whats wrong with sharing? I don't get Seokjin sometimes.

"What's the use of having a big ass apartment? The living room is big enough for you Mr. Kim." He smirked.

I chuckled. He just needs a little bit more of pushing so I can convince him to just share.
"C'mon Jinnie~ let's just share. Please~"

I did the best aegyo face I could. I know I failed, but the best part was, Seokjin laughed anyway.

"Okay. Just don't do that aegyo face to anyone ever." He laughed.

I just ruffled his hair. "What should I to you?"

Seokjin smiled. "I never thought it would lead to this. And with someone like you Joonie."

"Me too Jinnie."

Hey, that made a cute couple name right there--I thought to myself. Jinjja, what did I do to meet someone like him?

I helped Seokjin arrange our things on the apartment. Since we have a few, it didn't took long enough to finish.

Actually, our family owns a lot of apartment buildings around Seoul. But I prefer not to get one from them, I don't want to trouble Seokjin by making him think that I look down to him. I know we both can do this by ourselves.

"Should we just order?" I asked as I sit beside Seokjin on the couch. He's busy on his phone so I craned my neck to check it. "What's that?"

Seokjin flinched. "What the--you startled me!"

"You're too busy on your phone, you didn't even hear what I said." I pouted.

He placed his hands on my face and pinched my cheeks. "Don't start with me like that Joonie. I was just looking down for some new recipes."

I placed my hand over his and put his hand away from my cheeks. "You really love cooking, don't you?"

He smiled. "Mom never taught me how to cook. But I was really fascinated by food, I started obsessing on how its done. I am practically self-taught that's why I look up to some new recipes from time to time and make my own sometimes. You know what? I really want to do a vlog about food and cooking someday. I wish I could do it soon though."

I just stared at him, listening while he talks. I could watch him all day.

"Sorry, I'm so talkative."

I blinked. "No no, its fine. You're fine Seokjin. I love listening to your stories."

He gave me a doubtful look.

"What?"

He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Oh c'mon Seokjin!"

"Hm, okay. I believe you." He said, finally smiling.
"We could do that!" I said as a brilliant idea came into my head.

"Do what?" Seokjin asked, raising a brow.

"You know, that vlog that you wanted to do."

"How?"

I shrugged. "It won't be hard Seokjin. All you need is a smartphone and your cooking skills. And you know what, I have a more brilliant idea for that vlog."

Seokjin just stared at me as if I were a crazy person. "What is it?"

"Instead of just documenting your recipes, you could also do vlogs when eating food! Then, we name your channel, Eat Jin. It sounds great, right?" I said, nudging him in the ribs while wiggling my eyebrows.

He just sighed. "I don't know though. I'm not ready for that action." Then he smiled. "Thank you anyway, for supporting that dream."

I came closer to hug him. "Yah, its my job to support you Kim Seokjin. And I will always do that."

I kissed the top of his head. And I can hear him humming in my chest.

"You know what, I should really cook now."

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I watched Seokjin doing his stuff at the kitchen. I don't know what turns me on, him cooking or him wearing a black tank top.

"Dinner's ready." Seokjin announced, distracting me from the dirty thoughts I'm about to have while placing the plate of Korean Beef stew on the counter.

I quickly pulled out my phone and took a shot of Seokjin's cooking and posted it on instagram.

"Was that even necessary?" Seokjin asked, laughing.

I put my phone aside. "Of course baby."

Seokjin laughed again. "What did you just call me?"

My lips twitched. "Baby. What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing," he answered, still laughing "its just that, its giving me the chills."

I rolled my eyes and started to eat. "Whatever."

Seokjin hit my arm. "Yah! That's my line. And did you just rolled your eyes at me?"

I paused, then gave him a smug smile.

Seokjin just rolled his eyes at me. "Whatever."

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"Ew! Namjoon! You have a bad taste in movies!" Seokjin whined. I wanted to watch Fifty First Dates, but I think Seokjin doesn't like that. I always thought he was the love-story kind of guy.

"What? Its a good one." I tried to protest. But of course, I can't win over him.

"Let's just watch Dirty Grandpa."

I gave him a surprised look. "That was unexpected from you."

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

So Seokjin won. It was a good, full of humor and life lessons movie, and I admit I like it.

Until the last part came where Dirty Grandpa was having a wild sex, and I am really really turned on right now.

I gave Seokjin a quick glance, and also to my little friend who's saying hi right now. I picked up a pillow and covered it, acting as if nothing was happening.

"Told ya it's a good one!" Seokjin muttered as he turns off the t.v.

He sat back at the couch and stared at me. Fuck he looks so hot on that black tank top, I want to do him right now.

What the fuck?

And he's starting to look at me suspiciously as I fidget on my seat uneasily, still covered with a pillow. Seokjin went closer to me and took the pillow off.

He smirked. "Someone is saying hi."

"What? You can't blame me!"

Seokjin had this naughty look on his face. And I don't know if I'll like it or not.

I sat still.

He then started to strip, slowly. So slow that I have to stop myself from ripping that tank top he's taking off. He didn't broke his eye contact.

Fuck it Kim Seokjin.

Seokjin started to palm his self.

"Hhnngg..N-Namjoon.."

My whole body was trembling. And I couldn't take it anymore. Without a second thought, I grabbed Seokjin and kissed him roughly.

He puts his hand behind my neck, pushing me so I could kiss him deeper. Our kisses became sloppier. I went down to his neck, to his collarbone slightly nibbling it.

"N-Namjoon.." Seokjin moaned.

He tugs the hem of my shirt, signalling me to take it off. He pulls it over my shoulder and throws it.

I went back to his mouth. He slowly pushed me so I could lay on the couch, now he's on top of me. Seokjin started to take of my sweatpants and boxers, exposing my wild, throbbing friend who's been wanting him.

He started to massage it, then he kissed the tip. Then swallowed my whole length expertly. I couldn't help but reach for his hair while his head bobs up and down and moan.

"Ugh..S-Seokjin..f-fuck it, y-you're doing good baby.."

I can feel the knot in my stomach. "B-baby I'm coming."

Seokjin pulls out his mouth. "Cum inside me Namjoon."

I thought he'd flip over, but he did something unexpected. Placing his self above me, riding me.
I placed my hands on his waist. His right hand is on my chest while the other is on his dick.

He started to move slowly.

"F-faster b-baby.."

Seokjin tried to move fast, and I can feel that he's already tired so I flipped over. Hang his right leg on my shoulder and rammed faster and deeper.

"R-right there N-Namjoon! Fuck!"

"You feel so good baby! Ugh! Moan my name!"

"Aargh..KIM NAMJOON! F-fuck!"

After a few more thrusts, we both came. I flipped over again, laying Seokjin above me, both of us panting.

Then I heard Seokjin whisper. "Dirty Namjoon."