BTS Smut

Reflection - BTS Namjoon

The other realm, however, overlapping half our house was completely different; a loud mixture of horrendous, intriguing, frightful, mysterious things, including slaughterhouses and prisons, drunkards and screeching fishwives, calving cows, horses sinking to their death, tales of robberies, murders, and suicides.

Reflection

"Namjoon, you have to stop this."

He let out a humorless laugh. The light that once used to shine in his eyes had died. His beautiful smile and his adorable dimples were no longer showing. His contagious laughter had no longer been heard. And his unique personality had been ruined.

"Please, Namjoon," you pleaded, unable to hide the desperate tone laced in your voice. He looked up at you, his eyes red from the smoking and his face puffy from the drinking.

"Why should I? There's no point in living this life anymore. I should just finish it off," he slurred while placing down the bottle he'd been gripping for the past half hour. Your heart almost stopped at his words.

"Namjoon, you're my best friend. How could you say that?" you asked, the hurt clear in your voice.

"Can't you see? She left me. She took everything I was," he murmured.

"It doesn't mean that you can't stand back up and fight. You cannot let a cheating bitch ruin you this way. Fight, Namjoon. Fight," you said with a firm tone. He scoffed.

"There's no fucking point," he said, taking a swig from the bottle. He looked around and sighed. "What a shit world we live in. It's filled with shitty people and shitty things. Everything and everyone. I can't stand it, any of it."

You couldn't help but get offended. Was he calling you shitty? Even after all you've ever done for him? Everything you've helped him with?

"Everyone, right?" you asked. He noticed the change in your voice, looking up with a frown.

"I didn't mean-"

"Save it, Joon. You clearly don't appreciate my help, since I'm what you call a shitty person." You stood from where you had been sitting and picked up your bag, swinging it on.

"No, please," he said, reaching out to you. You moved out of his reach, stepping back. You swallowed the lump in your throat before proceeding to say what you had been wanting to say for the past three years.

"If you felt what I felt for you, then this could've turned out differently, because I wouldn't have cheated on you the way she did. But I see that's impossible. Don't bother me with your alcohol problems or breakup problems anymore, or for anything," you said. You lifted your chin and walked away from your drunk best friend, who probably hadn't even understood a word you'd said to him.

~*~

•one year later•

You sighed, spinning the pencil in your hand and watching it with what was probably a bored expression. You'd been waiting for about an hour for your new boss to show up.

You'd graduated from university at the top of your class and with honors. You immediately applied for the job you'd fallen in love with, for some odd reason.

A secretary. It wasn't until you'd gotten an actual job as a secretary that you'd realized it was the worst job. Sitting in a desk waiting for customers to come and discuss their business issues with your boss only to walk out even more irritated.

However, you'd recently gotten a type of promotion, which meant you'd be transferred to a new department. You were supposed to have a meeting with your new boss before, however it seemed your new boss was terrible at managing his time, as he was a whole hour late.