"a road trip with my destiny."
[NAMJIN | BOTTOM NAMJOON ONESHOTS]
Hiraeth : a homesickness for a home that never was there and you cant return to.
BOOK 2 OF BOTTOM NAMJOON, NAMJIN SERIES.
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namjoon was the typical ritzy guy who always kept his head up and didn't hesitate to bold out that he was gay. he had inherited money loathed in him. he was a spoiled brat that got to choose what chauffeured car and what colored car he wanted to get in that day, multiple choices of affluent accessories and things, he was an all in all guy.
he had parents who wouldn't look up into his life but would deal with everything through the fistfuls of cash, so he didn't had a very good bond between his family members who always worked overseas, they were in an aloof bond.
with everything being piled up under his feet, namjoon became extravagant to where he started to get a little more cocky thinking that money owned everything and everything was underneath him.
and, that sometimes got out of hand that his friends thought that namjoon really needed some strict brat taming, or a tamer instead. they didn't intend to set anyone or anything to pull namjoon down, but it was namjoon who fell into the underground rockstar's trap.
his friend, min yoongi was so persistent to blow off the show this time and he happened to drag namjoon who was very adamant to not come but finally gave in. namjoon was wearing a black tight dress which didn't reach till his midthigh, black fishnets and silver earrings, a tongue piercing and a nose piercing along with a golden anklet, yoongi was deeply worried about someone robbing that wholesome walking gold.
namjoon wasn't into these, rockstars and idols stuffs since he had never went to one but poor little boy wouldn't admit that but instead, he told that they were simply not something a fancy panted guy like him would indulge in, even when that was very stupid of him. he thought that the place was cool, and a little too noisy for someone like him.
the drinks were good but not his type,the rockstars were very very hot but he didn't look up but little did he knew that everyone's eyes at the underground pub were on him. he groaned as he heard the loud strumming from the electric acoustic guitars and the loud thudding of the drums made namjoon lightheaded. "yoongi seriously? you call this as music-" he stopped mid sentence as he looked up to the stage, his lips parted away ajar as he stared at the guy.
namjoon had never seen such a hot and sexy guy like him, none of the CEO's nor flower guys were like this. god, the guy looked like the devil himself with the smug smirk, blond wet hair, black leather shiny jacket, tight black pants and navy blue shirt which clung to his skin due to the sweating- namjoon awed at how gorgeous the guy looked before turning back quickly.
"not bad.." he mumbled staring at yoongi who deadpanned, "not bad? you serious? he is like one of the hottest guy who is walking on the earth..look how the girls are giving him their hungry eyes..." yoongi trailed, "that's true but the fuckboy image is clearly shining behind him" namjoon smiled. "I'm not lying but he hasn't date anyone after his ex boyfriend, jeongguk"
"jeongguk?" yoongi hummed at namjoon, "the guy your hyung married" he chuckled. "oh...that's very complicated" namjoon giggled. "ah...yea, jeongguk indeed had mentioned about him being a drummer in a band but i waved it off..." namjoon muttered. "don't you wanna like, hit on him?"
"me? you tryinna' to break my hyung's relationship or what you kitty cat?" namjoon scoffed, "hey, you got it wrong joon..they are in good terms, he even came to your hyung's weddin-" "he did?!" namjoon whisper yelled. "he did...but you probably didn't notice him i guess, he changed alot...physically...like more daddy...hotter than the wasab-"
"nah, that guy is not even worthy of my time...he is just average" namjoon muttered, "he is not my type..." he continued. "suits yourself" yoongi shrugged. "but...its very unlike you to ask me to hook up with someone...spill the tea meow meow" namjoon smirked wriggling his brows. "how can i ever hide anything from you..." yoongi sighed. "that guy!" he chimed before staring at the stage again,
"oooh~! that guy looks better...maybe-" "shut up before i pour this shit on you" "you wouldn't dare to mr.min!" namjoon glared. "wouldn't take much for me to walk up and kiss that lovely jubbly guy of yours" he warned. yoongi could only snarl before jutting his lips out as he stared at namjoon with his cute kitty eyes,
"fucking fine!"
timeskip.
namjoon groaned as he stared at his watch which pointed at 1AM midnight, yet yoongi was still not getting out of the room where he went for to have a 'personal and private' talk with hoseok. namjoon wasn't very innocent that he didn't knew what was happening in there, and he could tell that hoseok was great at what he was doing.
he only introduced yoongi to hoseok, but they seemed to get along faster than he thought they actually would. don't get him wrong he was actually very happy for yoongi but he was annoyed that he had to stand all alone at the empty bar and he was freezing.
"what a pretty one like you might be doing at here at this time?" he peeked up and sighed softly trying to control his raging heartbeat. "waiting for my friend who is getting laid..." he mumbled, with a pout. seokjin hummed before sliding on the tool beside namjoon before tipping down the soju. "you have a boyfriend?"
"no" namjoon retorted, "but don't get your hopes high, you're not my type and never will be" he muttered before glaring at the room where yoongi was doing his business. seokjin was taken aback by the rude and harsh response, and most importantly he was rejected- the kim seokjin was rejected.
"then, whats your type?" he quivered swerving on his seat, as he tilted his head to the side, pushing his blond locks back. "most definitely not someone who sings underground for money..." seokjin narrowed his eyes. "you're not having anything?" he quivered breaking the silence between them.
"no i don't eat at places like these, hell i don't even come--w-what are you doing?!" namjoon whisper yelled as seokjin caged him. "taming your loud mouth.." seokjin whispered before tugging namjoon's hair behind his earlobes, and smirked when he heard namjoon's shaky breath. "hmm? im not your type huh?" he whispered before spreading namjoon's legs using his knee and pressed his kneecap on namjoon's crotch.
"w-what are you...doing, get off m-me" namjoon stammered as he squirmed on his seat only for him to moan out loudly, when he got friction from seokjin's knees. "shhh...don't be loud, you little cockslut" seokjin whispered with a smugged smirk. namjoon glared at him as he breathed in harshly, "you're messing with the wrong person" he growled.
"im not even messing with you yet...don't make me to" seokjin chuckled, as he felt namjoon glaring at him with utmost wrath.
"you will regret it seokjin kim"
"lets see about that..."
the end of the chapter.
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this is an open ending ; that you can imagine the next part ; i don't have a certain ending on my mind for this.
