Namjin Oneshots

Claimed [M]

Since today I am in a good mood this is my gift for you all

Enjoy --

---

The apartment was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioner. Namjoon sat at his desk, engrossed in a book about ancient civilizations. His brows were furrowed in concentration, but every now and then, his gaze would wander over to where Jin lay sprawled out on the couch, lazily flipping through a magazine.

Jin was oblivious to Namjoon's lingering looks. He was too caught up in the article he was reading about the latest fashion trends. He would occasionally glance over at Namjoon, a small smirk playing on his lips as he took in the sight of his roommate studying so intently.

The evening stretched on like this until suddenly, Jin's eyes widened as he spotted someone familiar entering the convenience store nearby.

Jin stood up abruptly, leaving his magazine abandoned on the couch. Without a second thought, he made his way towards the door, not bothering to even glance back at Namjoon. It was only when he reached the threshold that he realized he'd forgotten his wallet. Turning around, he locked eyes with Namjoon, who was still sitting at his desk.

"Damn," Jin muttered under his breath, but the sound carried across the room nonetheless. Namjoon looked up from his book, noticing how flustered Jin appeared. He quickly closed his book and stood up, deciding to accompany Jin to the store.

As they stepped outside, the warm summer breeze brushed against their faces. The city lights twinkled in the distance, casting long shadows across the pavement.

They arrived at the convenience store, finding it crowded with people rushing to finish their last-minute shopping. Jin scanned the crowd, looking for the person who had caught his attention earlier. He didn't see anyone immediately upon entering but continued searching nonetheless.

Meanwhile, Namjoon stayed close behind Jin, his eyes darting between the shelves stocked with snacks and drinks and Jin's back. Every time Jin moved away from him slightly, Namjoon instinctively moved closer, feeling a strange sense of possessiveness creeping up on him.

Finally spotting the man he had been eyeing earlier, Jin approached him with a confident swagger. He began chatting with him easily, seemingly unfazed by Namjoon's presence hovering nearby.

Namjoon's patience wore thin as he listened to Jin's carefree laughter mingling with the stranger's deep voice. His hands clenched into fists at his sides, knuckles turning white. He felt a surge of anger mixed with a twisted sense of arousal as he watched Jin flirting so openly right in front of him.

Suddenly, Jin glanced over at Namjoon, a mischievous glint in his eye. He leaned in closer to the stranger, whispering something in his ear that made the man chuckle knowingly. Namjoon's vision blurred red as he stormed forward, grabbing Jin's arm and spinning him around to face him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Namjoon growled, his voice low and dangerous.

Jin's eyes widened in surprise at Namjoon's sudden outburst. He tried to pull his arm free, but Namjoon held tight, his grip like iron. "I was just talking to him," Jin protested, his voice trembling slightly. "Nothing happened."

"You were practically throwing yourself at him!" Namjoon snarled, his face inches from Jin's. "Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?"

Jin's bravado faltered, replaced by a look of genuine concern. "Joon, please..." he whispered, reaching up to touch Namjoon's cheek. "I didn't mean to upset you."

But Namjoon was beyond reason.

With a swift movement, Namjoon captured Jin's wandering hand, pressing it firmly against his chest. He could feel the rapid beat of his heart underneath his shirt, echoing the rhythm of his escalating desire. "You shouldn't be touching other men," he murmured, his voice thick with lust and resentment.