Namjin Oneshots

Shadows of Desire

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Seokjin was a star, not only in the fashion world but in the hearts of many who were drawn to his elegance and charm. His natural beauty made him the center of attention wherever he went. People flocked to him, wanting a piece of his time, and Seokjin had grown accustomed to this lifestyle. It had been exciting at first, the rush of admiration, the thrill of being wanted. But in the midst of the spotlight, he had begun to lose sight of the one person who had always been there for him—Namjoon.

Namjoon, his patient and supportive boyfriend of three years, had always been his anchor. While Seokjin rose higher and higher in fame, Namjoon quietly remained by his side, cheering him on, never demanding more than Seokjin could give. But lately, Seokjin had been distant, caught up in work, in new friendships, and in the whirlwind of his own success.

One of those new friendships was with Taehyung, a talented artist Seokjin had met through an event. Taehyung was vibrant, creative, and fun to be around. Their connection had been instant, and before Seokjin knew it, they were spending more and more time together. What Seokjin didn’t realize, however, was that for Taehyung, their bond wasn’t just friendship—it was obsession.

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Seokjin canceled dinner with Namjoon again. This was the third time that week. Namjoon, seated in their quiet apartment, stared at the message on his phone.

**“Sorry, something came up with Taehyung. Rain check?”**

Namjoon sighed. He loved Seokjin, truly. But lately, it felt like he was watching him slip through his fingers. Their conversations had become shorter, Seokjin’s attention always somewhere else. Namjoon wasn’t angry, but he was hurt. He missed Seokjin—their late-night talks, their quiet moments together when it felt like the rest of the world didn’t matter.

But now, it seemed like Seokjin’s world revolved around someone else.

*I’ll talk to him tomorrow*, Namjoon thought, trying to push the feelings of loneliness aside. He had never wanted to burden Seokjin with his insecurities. Seokjin was busy; he had every right to be. But Namjoon couldn’t help but wonder how long he could keep waiting.

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Meanwhile, Taehyung was planning. In his mind, Seokjin was perfect—too perfect for someone like Namjoon. Namjoon was kind, yes, but too plain, too ordinary. Taehyung, with his artistic flair, his boldness, felt he was the one who truly understood Seokjin. He had to be.

He watched Seokjin carefully, waiting for the right moment to reveal his true feelings. He could see how distant Seokjin was with Namjoon now, how he preferred their time together instead. It was only a matter of time before Seokjin realized that Namjoon wasn’t the one for him.

It had to be Taehyung. It *would* be Taehyung.

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The confrontation between Namjoon and Seokjin happened on a rainy afternoon. Seokjin had just come back from a photoshoot when he found Namjoon waiting for him at the kitchen table. The air felt heavy, and Seokjin could sense that something was off.

“Hey,” Namjoon started, his voice gentle but firm. “Can we talk?”

Seokjin frowned, setting his bag down. “Of course. What’s wrong?”

Namjoon hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words. “I feel like… I’m losing you, Jin. You’re always busy, always with Taehyung. I barely see you anymore.”

Seokjin’s heart sank. He hadn’t realized how much he had been neglecting Namjoon. “Namjoon, I didn’t mean to—”

“I know you’re busy,” Namjoon interrupted, his tone soft. “I’m not trying to make you feel guilty. I just… I miss you.”