Namjoon One Shots Collection

The Intruder

"It's only going to be for the weekend, Namjoon. You're making a huge fuss out of nothing."

Namjoon leaned against the counter with his head cradled in his hands, pouting as he watched you pack your small bag. He'd been like this all day, listing at least a hundred reasons why he thought you shouldn't go.

"Baby, I only have a couple more weeks before we have to leave again. Pleaseeeee...." You just stare at him, shaking your head in disbelief.

"You're such a whiny baby. Why your fans think you're so, "Daddy" is beyond me. I promised Mom I'd go home for the weekend. I promised her a month ago, and she's been calling to remind me twice a week. I have to go. I'll be back Monday afternoon, and I'll be all yours for two whole weeks before you have to leave again. You'll be so sick of me that you'll ask to leave earlier. I promise." You peck him on the cheek as you pass by, and set your bag by the door.

You watch amused as he sighs loudly and makes his way over to you to say goodbye. He backs you into the door and kisses you hard, trying to grind his obvious arousal into your stomach.

"No way. I know what you're doing, and we already did that twice today. Your delay tactics will no longer work. A kiss and a hug are all you're allowed, mister."

You pull him down for a kiss and push him back away with a laugh when he once again tries to deepen it.

"I love you, Joonie. I'll call you when I get there, Ok?"

"Love you too. Drive safe." He replied, with a loud, overly dramatic sigh.

You wave and shut the door on the once more pouting face.

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The moment you enter your parent's house, you are bombarded by relatives, many of whom you have no memory of. It was your parents 30th anniversary, so everyone was making a huge deal of it, and the house was filled. They are all insisting on talking to you and sharing stories of when you were a toddler. Of course, the most common questions were about if you were dating and when you were getting married. You wished you could tell them all about your fantastic boyfriend, but you valued his privacy, which is why you didn't let him tag along to this in the first place. The last thing he needed was for the twenty-something cousins that were here to hound him and spread gossip online. The best you could do was vaguely mention that, yes, you were dating.

Finally, the night was coming to an end, and the guests were starting to leave. You suddenly realized that you hadn't called or texted Namjoon to let him know you'd gotten here safely. You knew he'd probably sent you a million nagging texts about it, but you'd left your phone in your room at your Mother's insistence. She wanted you to "mingle and not have your eyes attached to the screen." You mumble that you are heading to the restroom and manage to wrench yourself away from the latest relative going on about the time she helped potty train you.

You run up the stairs to your old childhood room and pick up your phone from your nightstand. As you'd suspected, Namjoon had called five times and left at least thirteen texts over the course of the seven hours you'd been gone. The first couple were cute. Just reminding you to let him know you got there OK and that he missed you already. These were followed by increasingly more worried sounding messages, hoping you were OK and wondering if you were mad at him. The last message had been sent a little over an hour ago, saying if you didn't respond in the next twenty minutes, what happened next was your fault.

You really didn't like the sound of that.

You quickly call him, but he doesn't answer. You try twice more, only to be sent to the inbox again. So you decide to text. You tell him that you are sorry, that your Mom wanted a cell phone free zone and you weren't able to get away.