Author's Note: This is an older one shot, one that I wrote maybe a year ago at this point. I always forgot to publish it, which is why I'm doing that today. I hope you guys enjoy this one, and I promise that I'll publish a newer one shot next time :)
One shots (Namgi):
🎤 Ten you're selfish, nine you're jaded.
Eight the dumbest guy I dated.
Seven talk a big game until you're naked.
Only six seconds and I had to fake it.
Five you're toxic, four can't trust you.
Three you still got mommy issues.
Two years of your bullshit I can't undo.
One I hate the fact that you made me love you. 🎤
The words flowed out onto the blank white page of the notebook, expressing the anger of the young man who was writing in the journal.
He had chestnut brown hair, along with golden hazel eyes, and was right handed, sitting at his desk in his bedroom writing in a black colored hardcover journal.
He was writing a list of all the reasons why he hated his ex-boyfriend, Yoongi Min.
Well, actually, they weren't broken up, but the young man was planning on using the list as a way to break up with the older male- since, you know, he was too shy to break up with the other male in person.
They've been dating for two years now, and it's been the worst two years of his life.
His boyfriend was both an alcoholic, and a smoker, always smelling like cigarette smoke, which he hated since his older brother, who was two years older than him, just so happened to be a smoker himself.
But I digress.
He just sighed, ripping the page out of the journal, before folding it in half, slipping it inside a white envelope.
He wrote his boyfriend's name in the center of the envelope, along with his address before leaving the bedroom, walking down the hallway, and into the living room.
The house was silent, which made sense as both his parents were at work, and his older brother was standing on the front porch of their apartment smoking again.
And he just so happened to run into the older male while trying to leave the apartment.
The front door closing shut caught the attention of twenty three year old Seokjin Kim, who was smoking his cigarette on the porch in front of their building.
"You okay, Joon?" He asked his younger brother, taking a drag from his cigarette, before turning around, his dark brown eyes meeting the golden hazel ones of the other male.
He just nodded, hiding the white envelope behind his back so his older brother couldn't see it.
He knew how much the older male hated his boyfriend, thinking that he was a bad influence due to the obsessive drinking, and chain smoking.
It was obvious that he didn't want his younger brother, Namjoon, to turn to alcohol and drugs like he did.
"I'm just going for a walk," he replied, keeping his voice calm, continuing to hide the envelope behind his back, so that the older male couldn't see it.
"That's okay, right?"
Thankfully his older brother didn't notice it, as he just nodded in response, taking another drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out into a cloud of gray.
"Of course it is. You're twenty one for God's sake, and don't need supervision."
He turned around when he said that, missing how his younger brother nodded, his cheeks flushed with red.
He just shook his head, though, to remove any sight of unwanted thoughts, before walking past his older brother, towards his boyfriends neighborhood.
He only lived a couple blocks away from Yoongi, which made it easier for him since he didn't have his driver's license yet.
And he knew that no one in his family would want to drive him to the older males house.
So he really had no choice but to walk there, which he didn't mind since he liked the silence, due to the fact that it made thinking easier for him.
He's always been a bit of an over-thinker, which wasn't healthy, but he was working harder each day to try to work through that.
Before he knew it, he arrived at his boyfriend's neighborhood, stopping walking when he reached the mailboxes.
He opened up the mailbox, before slipping the envelope inside, along with the silver key that opened up both the mailbox and his boyfriend's apartment.
Which he didn't need anymore, since he was breaking up with him anyways; which was for the best.
He knew that Yoongi was cheating on him, anyway.
He walked away after that, before pulling out his cell phone from his trouser pocket, turning it on.
He scrolled through his contacts before selecting the older males, clicking on it.
I'm done- he typed, before sending the text message, breathing a sigh of relief, letting his muscles relax.
He then blocked the number, continuing his walk towards his apartment building, a small dimpled smile on his face.
It was a beautiful day for a breakup.
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BTS One Shots
أدب الهواةThis is a book filled with all kinds of different BTS one shots. There are one shots about the members, or some ships that I like (mainly Namjin though as that's my OTP ship). There are also all kinds of different genres in here like angst and fluff...
