It's just angst, so you guys can skip if it isn't your jam.
Namjoon could say nothing, his mouth shut.
He wanted to, but it hurt.
He stayed alone in his dark room, hating hoe affected he got over tiny things. His fingers trembled, his grip on his phone week. Notifications from his friends popped up continuously, but he couldn't do anything but watch, his eyes getting tired. H e dropped the device, it falling with a loud clutter.
His eyes darted to the back of the phone, and with much difficulty, he urged himself to pick it up, eyes tearing up at the two cracks the screen now bared. He was too tired for this.
He set it down on the bedside table, listening to the sound of cars outside, and happy couples in the streets of Seoul, outside his house. He peered out the glass, watery eyes finally shedding the tears he wanted to let out long ago.
Damn his emotional attachment issues.
He sighed, his hand raising to rest him palm on the thick glass.
He smiled through his tears, his heart stinging so bad.
Maybe, it was time to let go.
Fast.
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Panties [Bottom!Namjoon]✅
Fanfiction"But... I'm your leader!" "Hm, and I'm your dom. Now, knees" ___________________________________________ A set of Bottom Namjoon One shots because there are still comparatively less of these and I love sub Joonie, so here is my contribution to this...