^Might as well start out with a family photo.
Hello readers, writers, and most things in between! Author here. I would like to thank you all for reading this series of one-shots. It truly means a lot.
When I first discovered BTS, I hadn't paid too much attention to them bc I judged them on the fact they spoke a different language. I now realize what an idiot I was and that these angels are gifts from heaven itself. They have become such a big part of my life. And Namjin has become one of my favorite and most heart wrenching OTPs. (After Destiel; it's been NINE SEASONS for crying out loud!)
Anyway, I'm getting off topic. You don't want to listen to me talk about my fandom life. You'd be annoyed with me so much. I hope you enjoy the following, and I am completely open to any suggestions you have to offer. As a fellow fangirl, and with absolutely no right to, I do not judge my family.
Please enjoy!
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"Namjoon, don't you even think about it."
His warning only made the mischief in my eyes grow. "What's wrong, Jin-hyung?" I teased. I took a step closer.
Jin stepped back. "You know exactly what you're doing right now." Worry filled his eyes, and fear flickered across his expression. "Don't do it."
"You can't tell me what to do, hyung."
"I can and I will."
"You mean you'll try."
He almost looked defeated; bags under his eyes, his hair tussled, and his legs shook slightly underneath his weight. He was obviously tired. "You already got everyone else. You've won. You don't need to do this."
"I can't let you go free. I must be ultimately victorious." I stepped closer, staring him down. "And no one is going to stop me."
Jin froze when his back hit the wall I backed him up into. "Namjoon, please."
I raised my gun and pulled the trigger.
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"NAMJOON!"
I laughed.
"ITS NOT FUNNY!" He looked down at his shirt, where a giant orange blob stained the middle of it. "I told you I didn't want to play paintball!"
"Come on, hyung! Everyone was playing except you! We can't leave you out."
"You didn't need to shoot me!"
I rested the paintball gun on my shoulder. "Jin, that's how you play the game."
"Which is why I didn't want to play." He groaned. "This is not coming out." He crossed his arms and turned away from me, sighing.
I sighed. I dropped my gun to the ground and walked up behind him. I slid my arms around his waist and gently placed a kiss on his neck. "I'm sorry, Jin. I just didn't want you to be left out. Everything's more fun with you."
Jin's body relaxed and he leaned his head against mine. "You're so sweet, Joonie." He turned in my arms to face me, wrapping his own arms around my neck. "I'm sorry. I should have played." He kissed my lips. "I love you, Joonie."
"I love you too, Jin."
"Alright, we get it! You love each other! Now quit making out and do a rematch!" The voice came from Taehyung, who had discovered us.
I looked to Jin. "Wanna play?"
With a smile, he responded, "I'm going to have to. I have to beat you somehow." He escaped my hold and ran towards Tae.
Laughing, I mumbled, "We'll see about that."
