The title says everything!
Here's a book full of fluffy as well as angsty oneshots of our favorite Namjin ❦︎
𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 ❤︎
𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗: 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚎 30, 2023
Warnings: swearing, mention of sexual assault and attempted rape, blood, sexual content, verbal and physical abuse, mental breakdown, violence, nudity, kinks, etc.
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Oneshot-9, Part Seven MARRIED NAMJIN AU Words: 10340
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"W-what are you w-wearing?" Namjoon stuttered, eyes big and mouth dry.
Seokjin was flitting around their bedroom, wearing a pure white lace chemise, his wide shoulders and long legs full on display. His chemise would ride up a little now and then, revealing matching garters. A sight not at all good for Namjoon, whose mind couldn't decide what he actually thought of his husband right now.
Seokjin looked so small and cuddly, since white lace always made him look like the cute, pretty angel, his fluffy hair, big eyes, pouty lips, puffy cheeks, and small face completing the look. However, that seductive hip-swaying, open display of thick thighs clad in garters, and those prancing little feet were anything but innocent.
Either way, Namjoon felt a searing heat in his groin.
Whether Seokjin was actually doing this on purpose or just wanted to dress up this way for a change, Namjoon didn't know, but he was very aware that he couldn't even touch him. Neither of them were in the mental state to even hold each other and cuddle to sleep, much less have sex.
Namjoon had no right to complain. He knew that he was the one who ruined the love they had. He shouldn't complain. So he sat on the bed, rubbing his thighs a little before pressing them together, bringing his knees to his chest. Ignoring the throbbing down there.
"Just wanted to feel pretty tonight," Seokjin answered his awestruck husband as he folded the clothes he changed out from. "Plus, it's a bit warm tonight so I decided to wear something comfortable."
"You're so pretty," Namjoon murmured. He sometimes couldn't believe his husband was the symbol of beauty and charm in Bangtan. "You're the prettiest. Always."
Seokjin merely gave him a coy smile, glancing at him through his lashes before turning his back on him, standing on his tip toes to put the clothes on the top compartment of his wardrobe, chemise moving up a bit to show his skimpy underwear.
Namjoon didn't know what to do. He didn't care if Seokjin deprived him of his needs, he didn't care if they didn't have sex at all. He just wanted Seokjin, needed Seokjin. He wanted to hold him to sleep once again after months. He couldn't take it anymore. He even choked on his tears, because he missed and longed for him so much.
"Do I disgust you so much that you refuse to even look at me?" Seokjin asked as he plopped on the bed beside the large man, who looked the other way, not meeting his eyes.
