Bubbles || Namjin AUs ✔

✰⁴ Love Me Again

Warnings: swearing, mention of abuse, sexual assault , violence, mental breakdown, etc.

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Story— 9, Part Four
MARRIED NAMJIN AU
Words: 7,695

𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏: 1+ year ago
𝑬𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏: 7 ᴏᴄᴛᴏʙᴇʀ, 2025

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"Namjoon-ssi."

Namjoon was still crying, curled on the designer couch installed in his private study— arranged a long time ago. Back when he and Seokjin were newly married, still intoxicated by love, they'd wanted a place to be physically close, wherever they were together, not knowing how to control themselves around each other.

In the past, during every lovemaking session they had on this couch, Namjoon was careful and sweet. He never had to force himself to be that way. He would find pleasure and love in Seokjin's euphoric moans and adorable giggles at every ticklish sensation, in the way his soft little hands clutched at him.

Now, sitting there, he didn't know how he'd become this man— the man who had made that same angel cry out in pain tonight.

Every second replaying the nightmare felt like acid eating through him. He'd thought of a thousand ways to keep Seokjin wrapped around his little finger under the scrutiny of the press, but being the source of his pain had never crossed his mind.

I'm a monster. I'm a fucking monster.

He was so lost in his guilt that he didn't notice the time pass, or the sound of the door being opened after a soft knock. His head pressed to the cushion, his powerful body shaking with regret. He wanted to claw at his own chest, punish himself harder than tabloids ever could.

"Sir, are you all right?"

The soft, formal voice of Minah— Seokjin's senior maid, and one of the few household staff cleared to be in their private quarters— cut through his sobbing. Namjoon lifted his swollen eyes. They were so red and raw he could barely open them. He knew he deserved nothing but the regret and self-hatred flooding him.

Minah stepped inside carefully, clasping her hands over her front, her gaze lowering at the sight of the CEO, the country's most powerful mogul, shuddering on his own couch like a lost child.

"I-I am a h-heartless monster, Minah," Namjoon stuttered, looking up at her with the helplessness of someone who was supposed to be used to commanding boardrooms. "I h-hurt my Moon. Really bad. I a-assaulted him, Minah! I SHOULD DIE!"

His scream cracked through the soundproofing, a drawn-out cry so raw it made Minah's scalp prickle.

Namjoon's sobs turned to jagged gasps. His chest heaved; his hands clawed at his own shirt. Sweat beaded his tan skin as a full panic attack gripped him.

"Namjoon, sir, breathe," Minah said quickly, dropping the formality, crouching in front of him.

She guided him forward, making him lean over, coaching him to inhale and exhale. "In... Out... In... Out..."