[⚠❗Possible smut ahead❗⚠]

Jin's overall embarrassment showed with the way he was acting: His cheeks were flushed.

Heart racing.

His eyes were shut tightly as he glided his hand back to Namjoon's length, biting down on
his lips.

Namjoon's mouth was parted, head pushed back, chest rising up and down with the way Jin was working his hands around his dick, spreading the precum all over his tip.

The urge to groan was becoming more unbearable by the minute for Namjoon as his body started to sweat.

"Ji...in, be c...careful." He breathed out in silence as Jin turned himself over. He was now face-to-face with Namjoon's groin.

The boy hollowed his cheeks out and bend over to start sucking. Namjoon couldn't hold back on grunting loudly at the sensation.

Jin's mouth wrapped around him so warmly. The fox filled his mouth instantly with his precum the second his tongue started swirling inside of Namjoon's dick.

Namjoon kept his lips parted for so long, his mouth watered when he stuck his tongue out to breath.

"Seokjin..." He tightened his grip on Jin's hair, then pulled on it when he was close to releasing.

Jin rubbed his hand across Namjoon's thigh, making the wolf turn red. He wasn't used to this type of contact, it was sort of new to him, but he liked it.

For a moment, everything he had been through faded away.

He had no memory whatsoever of anything else but the fact that Jin was giving him a blowjob and that was just about it.

Jin continued to rub his thigh, sucking faster, encouraging him to cum. Namjoon threw his head back in pleasure, shooting his white strings to the back of Jin's throat.

He caressed Jin's head once he had finished, running his hand around the boy's hair.

When Namjoon was able to catch his breath, feeling his body relax after coming down from his high, he cleared his throat quietly and began to speak.

"I'm sorry." Namjoon said, looking down at Jin, cleaning the boy's mouth with his own shirt.

"About what?" Jin whispered, licking his lips.

"For rejecting your kiss earlier." The fox just smiled at him, sitting up gently. He brought Namjoon's face close to his, kissing him.

He could taste his cum in Jin's mouth with the way he swirled his tongue around. They disconnected their lips for a moment, a line of saliva still connected to them.

A loud pop noise emitted from both of the males when they separated from the kiss, startling them. Now feeling aware of their surroundings, the hybrids were worried.

"Do you think they heard us...?" Jin whispered, referring to his parents who were in the room next to his.

"I don't know. It was pretty loud." They shrugged, cheekily laughing at their late night shenanigan.

"I missed this." Jin breathed out, wrapping both of his arms around Namjoon's bicep, hugging him.

"What? The adrenaline of almost getting caught?" Namjoon joked.

"That, and being with you this late at night. Holding you tightly." Jin responded, making the younger boy smile.

"Me too." It was far too late by the time Namjoon went back to the inflatable mattress, so neither him or Jin went to sleep. They just stared at each other until they heard Jin's parent's alarm go off.

The next day, everything went back to normal.

Namjoon just got up, picked the mattress off of the floor and gave it back to Jin's mom.

Jin and him secretly shared a kiss before he headed out.

While he left with a smile from ear to ear on his face, Jin stayed in his room.

The sensation of Namjoon's tongue dancing along with his lingered in Jin's mouth.

Namjoon's scent remained in the boy's bed as well, leaving a piece of what happened last night with him, driving Jin crazy as he squealed into his pillow.

"I love him! I love him so much!" It was the first time in a while that the fox has ever felt this happy and relieved.

He went back to sleep, breathing in Namjoon's cologne.

Meanwhile, Namjoon was still making his way back home. Jin's house wasn't far from his own, but it wasn't close either, so he still had to walk a while.

His mind was so distracted by Jin, it numbed the painful memories of his cousin's death and made him forget about it momentarily.

The walk back home seemed endless to Namjoon, but his path became short when he noticed a bright red light near his house.

"What's going on? Why are there so many cars in this area? Most of the parking spots in this neighborhood are usually empty." He thought as he approached his house.

Suddenly, he saw the first police car out of the few that were all around. An ambulance, as few police cars, cops and paramedics searching everywhere. What's going on?

Namjoon felt confused.

He then heard a lady screaming from the inside of a familiar looking house.

The house was the one he lived in, and the lady was his mother. She was fighting off the paramedics that had taken her away in a hospital bed.

"Not my son!! No! Not him! He can't be dead!!" She exclaimed, attempting to get down from the ambulance as the paramedics placed an oxygen mask on her to help her breathe
better, since she was on the edge of a stroke.

She found it hard to breathe, and the more desperate she was to find out what had happened to Namjoon, the harder it was for her to breathe.

"Dead? I'm right here." It took Namjoon no time to remember the true reason as to why he didn't stay home last night.

"The voice." He recalls hearing Kangdae's voice.

The torment. The frustration. All of the guilt. Everything was coming back to him in a flash.

"The chair and rope... When I fell down..." His parents must have found the evidence.

That explains why the cops and ambulance are there. Namjoon's parents called them.

They were going crazy. Namjoon spotted his father, and his father saw him.

He ran towards Namjoon, grabbing onto him tightly.

"Namjoon, what's going on!?" He asked, referring to the chair and the rope.

"Dad, I saw him. I didn't physically see him, but I heard him."

"Saw? Him? Who are you talking about?" His father was desperate for answers yet Namjoon wasn't in the best condition to explain it all.

He knows that if he would, his family won't handle it.

"How am I supposed to explain my emotions to someone without tearing them apart?

It's not easy to just say "I almost killed myself because of the voices in my head." How am I getting out of this one?"

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