WINE: Kim Namjoon One shots

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Cute. 

You are too cute; I want to squeeze your cheeks. 

You are too cute like a baby.

But men want a sexy lady as a partner, not a cute patootie. 

Change your dressing style baby to look hot. 

Aww hot red, hot pink, and even black suits you like a mother dressed up her baby girl for dress matching occasion. 

Look at your cute fingers baby, who will put engagement ring on it. It looks good while holding chocolate bar. 

The frustration builds within me, a mixture of anger and helplessness. Why, I wonder, must I conform to their standards of attractiveness? Why must I transform myself into someone unrecognizable, all for the sake of being deemed desirable?

Today marks my senior crush's birthday, a day that brings both excitement and anxiety. To put it more precisely, he's the epitome of handsome, a guy who effortlessly captures every girl's attention. His popularity among girls is unparalleled; with a mere snap of his fingers, he can make them swoon. Yes, he's undeniably hot, a fact not lost on anyone in our school. It seems like every girl is practically drooling over him.

I was simply discussing what I will dress up with Jimin, my bestie. Then Hoseok so called dance partners and his fangirls came to me and bullied me like hell. But Hoseok, himself invited me to join today evening. 

I hold back tears, my fists clenched in frustration, vowing silently to resist their words, to find strength. But can't. I left the place immediately and came home. 

But I couldn't face my mom with this crying mess. So, I went towards my safest place. Instead, I sought refuge in my sanctuary—the back side of our house. Scaling the wall, I navigated through the small garden and past a familiar tree, until I found myself at the glass door of window on the first floor. With a determined jump, I managed to slip into his room unnoticed.

"What you did in college this time?" he asked, his voice calm and composed, not looking up from his book as I entered the room.

I let out a soft whine, feeling a mixture of frustration and despair bubbling inside me. Without a second thought, I wrapped my hands around his neck from behind, seeking comfort and understanding in his familiar presence. "Joonie!!!" I murmured, my voice laced with a plea for support, hoping he would be the anchor I desperately needed in that moment of vulnerability.

Namjoon Pov 

I practically share my room with her more than she stays in her own house. Sure, I'm almost two years older, but respect? That concept seems alien to her.

When she was born, I was just a kid myself, but she became my little doll, someone I wanted to protect and play with. We used to play pretend – I was the prince, and she, my princess. As the days passed, I found myself wanting to make that fairytale a reality. But every time I considered approaching her, her eyes clearly told me she wasn't interested. That assuming rejection hit me deep, leaving me feeling insecure. People would say that when a boy and a girl spend so much time together, love is bound to happen. I even heard whispers from our parents about the possibility of marriage.

But I refused to push her into something she didn't feel. As we grew older, she started having her crushes, and I became her go-to person for all her gossip. I'd collect information about her crushes just to see her happy.

She loves me deeply, maybe even more than her parents, but it's not the kind of love I yearn for. When she hugs me tightly, demanding my full attention, I feel a strange fluttering in my stomach.