Seokjin centric oneshot (jin×bangtan)

Tokyo 4 am

An:- trope:- angst...
Level of angst:- low
Ship:- namjin....
Contains smut*warnings provided*

So I have decided to do the crime thriller trope which obviously got angst. So I am setting up angst levels. Low being emotional wreck not necessarily major.

Medium being either for mental health, betrayal, major character being hurt seriously....slight gore

High being mentions of crimes, detailed description of gore. Maybe heavy gore.

This one is also based off from a song I recently heard by the artist Chanmina the name of the song is Tokyo 4 am. It's quite good : )
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Namjoon sighed, slamming his note pad on the desk. "Hey..namjoon can I come in?" He looked up his assistant. "Yeah sure come in hwan.." he said. "How's the work with the new book going?" He asked. "Yeah just writing..." namjoon replied. "Writers block?" Hwan asked. "Nah am doing well..maybe.." he said unsure of his own feelings.

"It's ok I know that it's hard to just keep on writing. How about you free up your mind for a bit, you know once mind is cleared out many more things will start making sense." Hwan said. Namjoon sighed, "ok fine what can we do?" He asked. "I thought you'd never ask!" Hawan began with excitement in his voice.

Namjoon raised his eyebrow in a playful doubt, hwan retrieved back a bunch of expensive looking paper rectangles back, "Ta-da!!" He said shaking his hands as if he just pulled out a magic trick. "Woah magician calm down and tell me what are these?" Namjoon mumbled taking one of the paper in his hand.

"It's a ticket! To a fashion show!" Hwan said, "it's being held at the Tokyo station...." namjoon mumbled, "Yes! Extacly!" Hwan almost jumped up of excitement, "what a weired place to hold a fashion show" namjoon said. "Ofcourse it's a weired place for people who ain't into fashion like you" hwan said rolling his eyes,

"It's iconic destination to do so!" Hwan said, "come on there are so many more iconic destinations to have a fashion show...like the Tokyo sky tree....omaeostando, like you get the jist...there are just so many more places to do a fashion show then the Tokyo railway station that is so freaking weired." Namjoon said.

"People like you would never understand." Hwan said, namjoon let out a annoyed gruff. "Moreover it's quite special show I got my hand on" Hwan said. "And why is that so?" Namjoon said in an almost bored tone trying to rethink his decision to keep his annoying cousin as his assistant.

"The world famous," Hwan said moving his hands up, namjoon sighed putting his chin on the back of the palm of his hands kept on the desk. "Handsome...sexy...and the best professional, New York fashion week's star. Paris fashion week's quoted darling, the muse of them big fashion brands, the world,-" Wait that sounds familiar, "wide," so familiar it was tickling namjoon's memory, "handsome" what if? "JIN!!"

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"Jin!" Namjoon's ears heard for the first time in a while. "You wait up boredly he was just so bored in this party. But he had to keep his promise to his friend hoseok who hosted this party.

To be honest he wasn't the party guy. He might be an ambivert, able to pull out a conversation or two from people. But his extrovert battery was draining and he was slowly leaning on the introvert side.

"Here you go!" His extremely extroverted friend jung hoseok aka the son of the college's trusty and the host of the party came with a drink in his hand. "Thanks hobi" namjoon muttered, "Alright I did not expected these many people to show up to the freshers party like damn" hoseok said keeping his arm on namjoon's shoulder.