You're Mine. Namjin

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Namjoon's POV

I'm so close to a panic attack right now. My dinner with Jin was going just fine before by clumsiness got in the way. I got up to get the strawberry cheesecake from the fridge, but I dropped it, and now I have no dessert for Jin. Well actually, I have a lot of things I could give him for dessert, but if I offered him any of that, he would probably strangle me to death. So I can't do that. But what do I give to him right now? I need to clean up this mess as well.

I quickly got on the floor to clean up. But how the fuck do you clean up? I tried to pick up the broken glass dish, but I just had to cut my hand. "Ouch, Shit!" I cursed loudly, before almost face palming my self only to realise that my hand was covered in blood. Fuck my life, what do I do now? How can I give Jin a perfect date if there's no dessert, and he's been waiting for me for at least 10 minutes now, I need to hurry.

"Joonie, is everything okay?" I heard Jin call, shit! Don't have a panic attack now, keep calm and breath. In. Out. In. Out. "Umm yeah Jin, I'm fine." I shouted back, but I heard footsteps towards the kitchen and Jin's voice started becoming louder. Fuck! "Are you sure because I heard a few sounds and then you sounded like you were in pain, so I thou- OH MY GOD NAMJOON! YOU'RE BLEEDING!" Jin exclaimed and knelt down quickly to examine my hand.

"Umm it's noth-"
"Shut up! Can't you see that there is BLOOD coming out of your hand. BLOOD! I need to clean this up before it gets infected." With that he grabbed my arm carefully and then practically dragged me out of the kitchen. He sat me down on the sofa and pressed some tissues to my hand. "Where is the first aid kit?" He asked. "Umm it's over there in that cupboard." I replied, pointing to where it was. "YAH DONT MOVE YOUR HAND, DO YOU WANT IT TO GET WORSE!" He yelled at me. "Jin this hand isn't even hurt."
"Well then do you want it to get hurt as well. Just keep still and don't move, don't even breath."

I swear, Jin panics hard when he sees someone get hurt, he's so worried he isn't even making any sense, I guess that's why his brothers call him eomma. It's adorable actually but my hand hurts like a bitch right now so as much as I want to admire Eomma Jin for a bit longer I really need him to stop this argument and just go get the first aid kit. "Umm Jin." I said pointing towards my tissue covered hand and he gasped before running over to the first aid kit.

He ran back to me and sat down next to me tending to my wounded hand, his face dangerously close to mine. I could see each and everyone of his features so clearly, especially his lips. His plump, delicate lips I want to kiss so badly. "Sorry Joonie, I was just so concerned about you getting hurt again I kinda forgot that you're already hurt." He chuckled but then his face went serious. He didn't lift his gaze and continued looking down at my hand, whilst I looked straight at him, and he spoke again, "does that make me a bad friend", he asked in a low voice. What?

I worried him again. I keep messing everything up. I just always have to ruin everything for us. Half the time it isn't even my fault. This entire universe hates me, and nothing just ever goes my way. "You're not saying anything, I guess that does make me a bad friend. I'm sorry Namjoon." He snapped me out of my thoughts by speaking once again, and from the way his voice cracked I could tell he's blinking back tears. Just great, fucking reply to him you idiot!

"No Jin, not at all, never think about your self like that. Just remember the ways I tortured you for three years. I'm the one that's horrible. At least you didn't set my pants on fire so that I had to do a whole hour of gym in my boxers." We both burst into laughter at the memory. What was funnier was that Jin was wearing Super Mario boxers. It wasn't funny at the time though. It was just after I had made a reappearance in Jin's life as his bully once more after I realised that I can't live without talking to him or any sort of contact with him. To try to get his attention I stole his gym pants and he chased after me. I remember it all very clearly.