Namjin Oneshots ~

Pain

Warning : Alcohol and mental breakdown, suicidal thoughts.

Jin POV

He came home drunk. Again. It had been almost a month since this had been happening. He would go every single fucking day to that damned bar with some excuse, drink and come home, looking like a corpse. It hurt me so much to see him like this. See him so broken. 

But I didn't realize that while putting him back together, I had been falling apart myself. 

I sighed, grabbing him by his shoulder, making him sit on the couch and gave him a glass of water. Just like everyday. Namjoon grunted, throwing of his shoes and ripped his clothes off, mumbling something as he chugged down the water. 

"Namjoon, I-I thought you were going to the grocery." I bit my lip, trying to stop the tears that had already pooled my eyes. I already knew where he was going, but it hurt nonetheless.

"I did ~~~"  Namjoon slurred, getting up and trying to wrap his arms around me, Of course you did. I groaned, pushing him off me. To my horror,  he stumbled backwards, the alcohol working its thing and fell on the floor hard. Gasping, I tried to help him up, pulling him by his arms, worried if he had hurt himself but instead, he pulled me down on his lap, grasping my butt harshly.

"Jinnie....You not love me, huh ?" His words were so stuck together, that I had to take a minute to process what he said. Instead of replying, I tried to get up, only to be pulled down more harshly. "Stay" he growled, making me shudder.

I nodded, not wanting to get into a fight with my drunk boyfriend. I knew better than that; I didn't want a bottle smashed in my head as they did in movies. Ok, maybe that's too much.  

"Namjoon, it's late. P-please" A tear rolled down my cheek as I let out a sob, my heart breaking into pieces. 

I wanted a normal relationship. I just wanted my old Namjoonie back. The one i'd so hopelessly fallen in love with, the one who took me on small dates, the one who always made up stupid, nerdy jokes and weird pick up lines, the one who brought me flowers everytime he came home from work, the one who always kissed me and told me how he loved me so much. 

Where are you, angel ?

I was pulled back into reality as I felt a hand brush across my cheek. "My jinnie crying ????" Namjoon looked at me with a drunk gaze, his lips turned into a frown as he wiped the tears off my cheek. I sniffed, looking down at my knees and shook my head, though it was pretty clear that I was breaking down. 

Namjoon cupped my cheeks, his drunk, dragon eyes fixed on mine. "Hug please ? I can con-comfort".

I let my tears fall, pulling him in my arms. I knew I shouldn't have, but I was craving for his love, his touch. He wrapped his arms around me, brushing his lips over my cheek. His breath smelled of alcohol. 

And the fact that I was unaffected because of being used to it broke my heart even more. 

He tried to kiss me, but I backed up, shifting a little on his lap. He groaned, circling his hands around my waist as he tried to pull me closer. I resisted his pull, prying his hands off me and standing up. Then, without looking back, I walked towards our room, biting my lip to hold the tears as I cleaned my wet face

Atleast till I was in my bed.

After entering our room, I slowly pushed the door ahead, half closing it, and jumped onto the bed. I was too tired to drag Namjoon here, and to be honest, I didn't want to deal with him now. Pulling a pillow to my body, I cried silently, hoping the night passed away soon.