Not quite ready /k.sj + k.nj/ NAMJIN SMUT

i dont care

Jins POV

Its been 3 days since I let namjoon walk home in the freezing cold, without a shirt, at midnight.

I've been thinking about him, for obvious reasons. He seemed upset, and he bolted as soon as we were done. Did I do something? Maybe it's how I was acting in the pizza place. It isn't necessarily my fault, he kept inviting me out.

But did he eat like he said he would, hes already pretty skinny as is. He shouldn't skip meals with that type of build.

"Hello? Earth to bitch face." Jimins hand slaps my shoulder and I jump, looking back at him.

"Dude, ow, what the fuck." I shoot him a glare, picking up my beer.

"Well I was talking and you were in your own little world, so."

"God dude you literally have no patience, thank fuck you dont want kids because I'd have to fear for them."

"Really? Shut the fuck up dry balls, at least I cum on the first try."

My ears redden and my face go abloom. "You said you wouldn't hold that against me, it was one time!"

His face contorts and he bursts out in laughter, gripping the table. "H-he asked if y-you needed viagra."

"Shut the fuck up! I hate you." I cross my arms, leaning back and sipping my beer.

He doesnt stop groaning like a pig for like five minutes, but when he does I throw him the nastiest look I can muster. "Off yourself."

He ignores it, sitting back up and picking at his food. "So, whatcha thinking about?"

"This rando I met at the club, he invited me out yesterday and I made him walk home." I hum, playing with my braclet.

"Really? You are such a dick, whyd you say it like it was nothing." He eyes me.

"If I didnt feel bad I wouldnt be thinking about," I glare at him. "Anyway, he looked mad after we finished fucking."

"I would be too, what the shit bro. You made him walk home after you fucked him like a doll."

"But it was the same way the last two times! He wasnt mad those ones, I think it's because he invited me for food and I only really listened when he brought up sex."

Jimin leans back, staring at me, silent.

"What?"

"What do you mean what, he was obviously pissed. He hasn't texted you has he."

I flinch, looking away. "..no, but I dont want to text him and make him think I want more than sex! If I'm mean, he'll leave me alone for anything besides fucking."

I try to justify myself, but all he does is stare at me.

"Your an ass, I hope you die."

I feign hurt, clutching my chest and bending over. "Okay bozo, miss me?"

"No, and I never will. Anyway, what's his name?"

"Umm... namhun..?" I play with my fingers as he scoffs.

"Dude, literally kill yourself. Your gonna die alone broskie and I'm gonna laugh."

I frown, glaring at him. "Not true. I can always get your dad on my dick."

".. kay why ess."