ROAD TRIP - namjin oneshots | bottom namjoon. ✓

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

genre : sitcom, fluff, 

third p.o.v.

namjoon and seokjin owned a botanical shop and tattoo shop for their own. their personality, preference,thinking perspective, hence even assumptions and jurisdiction towards something would be so different.they were each other's total contrary. seokjin was a total, rebellious and badass tattoo shop owner, he loved black and he had a huge passion for the tattoo field. he loved darkness and hated his mornings, he smokes and drinks. 

namjoon on the other hand resembles everything that doesn't defines seokjin. he loved cute and fuzzy things, he loved plants and animals, loved the ocean and the nature. he was someone who always stayed away from indulging himself from anything inflicting and seokjin was one of them on his list. he always abstained and evaded himself from stepping into the latter's league even when their shops were just right beside each other. 

they both lived in maisonette's, their rooms were right above their shops almost like rooms above their shops so they did get to see each other too often but neither of them paid attention to each other. but namjoon had always, irked on seokjin and had to practice some breathing exercises and had to have some high blood pressure pills due to seokjin's insubordination. he always played, rock or hip-hop music in the middle of night, had parties in the confined space and suddenly would yell out at the middle of the night for no reason at all. 

then, suddenly the place would be so silent like he didn't exist there anymore. once, namjoon even thought that seokjin died since seokjin didn't step out of the place for almost a week only for namjoon to witness seokjin sprawling on the balcony topless with soju bottles all over the place.

 namjoon hated the alcoholic scent to the core that he often got sick due to that but he always shrugged it off.

but something seokjin did one day, drove namjoon up the wall. namjoon had no business in scolding seokjin off for smoking, he had no purpose to ascetic the latter. but because of that brat, namjoon's baby, his bonsai and Lilly plant caught on fire. 

at first, namjoon had no idea how it had happened. but after a few weeks, he saw seokjin smoking near the balcony before carelessly throwing the smoke towards his plant and it was still gleaming. that day, namjoon had to move all of his plants inside and hang a big board of 'NO SMOKING' at the place, with a big cross red mark. 

what did seokjin did? placed a wholesome cigarette box on top of the board along with a lighter beside it and wrote a bold 'mine, don't touch'  on top of it. even that was forgivable but the red rose which was hanging loosely beside it with a 'for you, grumpy rose' is what pissed namjoon off. oh boy that did annoyed namjoon alot that he might or might not have filled up the lighter full of plain water replacing the flammable liquid. and seokjin might or might not have been confused till now.

but little did they knew that everything was gonna change that one night. seokjin was wasted, lolled on his couch like dead corpse oblivion about the flash flood until the water leaked down and fell on his eye the next day. unlike him namjoon was all prepared and packed up, so that his balcony wouldn't get stacked by water luckily there were in a higher place. 

he was sipping on his tteokbokki, when he heard his door being pummeled by knocks. setting down the glass of hot chrysanthemum tea, namjoon sauntered towards to door only to witness seokjin shivering with his drenched clothes. "umm...i was thinking if i could stay over here, apparently, my room looks like a swimming pool...so...." he trailed peeking at namjoon, already sniffling on namjoon's fried chicken. 

namjoon placed his hands behind his back before glaring at seokjin, seokjin gulped- not due to fear but he was hungry and the smell of food made him salivate. "i know, i was being a fucking bitch towards you but you, the resemblance of the angels must forgive me you know? then we can have something in common, then fall in love-" 

"what?" 

"is that roasted chicken?" 

timeskip.

namjoon poured seokjin a glass of ginger tea as he heard the series of sneezes. "oh my fucking god, who let this little thing in-" namjoon rushed to the living room only to witness seokjin standing on the couch hugging himself with monie staring at him with the curious doe orbs. "he wont bite" he smiled. "that's what people say but i don't wanna put my ass in risk so get that little thing out of here-" 

"this is my place, then why don't you-" 

"oh my god, he looks so cute~ what is his name~?" he glared at seokjin who scratched his nape slyly. "his name is monie and he won't bite, monie come here" he called out causing the white pelted puppy to trot towards behind him. "whats with everyone here having such a plumpy ass and a deadass attitude, alot of homo's..." seokjin murmured before shamelessly drinking the tea namjoon left for himself scrunching his nose before pouring another course of drink. and ofcourse he drank it too. 

namjoon felt like he was having a pack of garbage in his celestial house, its had been two days and seokjin didn't shower and the scent of whatever alcohol he drank spiked in a strong waft. namjoon was genuinely concerned about his plant's photosynthesis getting triggered. somehow he managed to send off seokjin to the shower after lending his clothes. 

seokjin was cringing at the toilet, he was planning on either walking out naked or only on his boxers but there is no way he is walking out wearing the pink floral fuzzy shirt. shoving his internal pride down seokjin walked out of the toilet with a pout. "thank you for the shirt, i look like a bigger version of yourself...and i looked like I'm draped in leaves and trees...thank you very much" namjoon snorted out at the latter. "you're very welcome" he mumbled. 

unfortunately, the thundersome was getting even more worst and seokjin's apartment was still under repair and he was forced to wear namjoon's clothes daily and he was not gonna lie he liked it at some point of his life. and namjoon liked seokjin's tattoo's, he thought that they were unique. 

"can i have a tattoo?" he quivered at seokjin who had his jaw hung open. "you?!" he shrieked baffled. "yes me" namjoon grinned. "sure! where?" he grinned. "beside my belly button!" 

"jesus, what kind of wet dream is this?..." 

timeskip. 

"you ready?" namjoon chimed staring at seokjin who gulped, "y-yea, very ready...you have protections?" "protections?" "i-i no! i mean, the tissues and stuffs you know? the cold pack..." he trailed namjoon hummed before plopping on the bed. seokjin stared at the design namjoon had gave him from restraining himself from staring at namjoon who was sprawling himself. it was a cute tattoo of doves flying and it was the simplest seokjin had ever done yet it felt so hard. 

"oh my jesus...holy god mother oh-" "what happened?!" namjoon groaned at seokjin who sealed his eyes tightly. "i feel weird" he mumbled, "weird?" seokjin hummed. "what do you mean by that?! i heard that you even had tattooed in butt cracks or even dick-" 

"what the fuck..." seokjin grunted at namjoon, "i know but see? my hands are shaking like a deadass in a disco parade, make this stop and ill tattoo!" he muttered extending his shaky hands towards namjoon who huffed. "just do it already!" he growled before placing seokjin's hands on his lower abdomen, and a loud thud echoed on the room. 

timeskip. 

"does it hurts?" "no feels so good to fall" seokjin muttered hissing lightly as he held his forehead which was swollen lightly. "why would you even fall! idiot.." namjoon giggled causing seokjin to scratch his nape. "you made good food to fulfill my tummy, gave me a good place to keep my ass, good air to breathe, and a great feat for my eyes... you gave everything i needed, but now i just need some nice walls for my cock.." 

"KIM SEOKJIN!!!"

"w-wait! WAIT! before you assume something t-that was supposed to be a PICKUP LINE!" 

the end of the chapter.

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