BTS Oneshots 1

Dead ends -KNJ

Pairing: Lawyer!Kim Namjoon x Gender neutral reader

Summary: You accidentally kill a criminal. Him as your boyfriend who's a lawyer.

Warnings: Implied couples' argument, hiding a corpse.

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"Y/n, honey, I know that I'm such a horrible boyfriend. But the nun in the orphanage I lived in, s-she made me promise to myself that I'll kiss only one person in my life. I lost my first kiss to you, we can't just abandon each other, and I'm pregnant," Namjoon said in a rather dramatic tone.

A few moments of silence in the night's darkness made him roll his eyes at himself.

"I'm not pregnant," he muttered as he looked at his car's rear view mirror.

Clearing his throat, he started once again.

"Darling, you lost your first kiss to me. At our first kiss, I felt something melt inside me that hurt in an exquisite way. All my longings, all my dreams and sweet anguish, all the fantasies that slept deep within me came awake. Everything was transformed and enchanted, everything made sense," he completed, biting on his lower lip, acting like he was out of breath after the speech.

"Too cliché," Namjoon muttered once again. "Are all people stupid like me to argue with their partners?" He asked himself, looking at the heart shaped balloons and the huge teddy bear he bought for apologizing to you.

It all started with something you both don't even remember. Didn't know what you both were yelling for, or no idea about how you both said to each other, 'I don't need you!'

Following the heated argument, Namjoon just disappeared back to his office, in those piles of unsolved cases for four days straight. And here he was, not wanting your relationship to reach a dead end.

Ready to even sleep on the couch as long as you both would still be together.

He felt like crap for just storming out that day. You both only had each other, and he knew how hard it'd be for not even having a shoulder to cry on after an argument.

"Damnedest damned idiot," he hissed, punching the steering wheel. "Just do it," he encouraged himself, getting out of the car with the balloons and stuffed bear in his hand.

"Strong power, wish me good luck," your boyfriend spoke to himself, closing the car's door and locking it as he made his way to the porch.

"Door's unlocked?" Namjoon questioned, noticing that the door was unlocked. "Careless like always. Why be like me?"

Most couples need to argue more, not less. To be clear, you both weren't seeking friction and intentionally finding reasons to fight. But willingly embracing the naturally arising conflict.

When you stop, it means there's nothing left for you both to fight for.

With that in mind, he opened the front door, making the sound like a pterodactyl's mating screech, waiting for you to reply with a sound of your own like you both always do when he's home, while closing the door behind him, locking it.

"Baby monster," he said, the balloons and the teddy bear still in his hand. "I know that I suck- not in a kinky way right now- and I'm sorry-"

He has been given a large and sexy brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would surely suffice.

You should've killed all the lawyers first. But knowing that your boyfriend is one, you can't.

As you hit the familiar man's head with a golf stick, Namjoon stood there, his senses frozen, balloons flying away, the teddy bear landing on the floor.