Namjin (Oneshots)

Pulchritudinous pt2

My love for him is ruining my life~

/legit please read the A/N at the end though please and thank you/

Seokjin's POV

Yes. Of course I'm happy. I have a job, a wife, a place to live. I'm quite happy with the way I'm living. Except I'm not.

I honestly think I'm living a lie and I'm not built to handle it. I'm pathetic, one moment getting fucked in a closet or on a desk and the next coming home to my wife as if everything is alright.

Fuck I feel terrible. I'm doing something terrible. I feel like utter shit. "Honey? You've been spacing out" she says and I look away tears clouding my vision.

"Come on honey you have barley been talking to me anymore, please- please say something" she begs me and I look back shaking my head. "I don't deserve you."

Namjoon's POV

    I'm awoken in the middle of the night by a banging at my door. I honestly think it's those fucking raccoons again.

One shot me once. He made a finger gun through the screen door and shot me with it. I swear to Jesus it happened. Then the raccoon disappears into the dark. It's legit scary what happens in this neighborhood.

I'm suddenly pulled from my thoughts as there's more knocking. That's probably not a raccoon.

I quickly put some pants on and rush downstairs. As soon as I open the door a pair of lips were on mine and immediately I know who it was.

A small small part of me wanted to pull away and ask what the beauty is doing here so late. I decided right now isn't the time.

He wraps his arms around my neck as I wrap an arm around his waist, closing the door with my other hand. His skin is cold as if he's been outside for a while.

I pull apart for only a second to take his shirt off revealing his well built yet lean torso. Jesus he's got to be from the gods.

"Namjoon please" I hear the plead and immediately take his hand leading him upstairs. You might think that I'd stop and ask him why he wanted this at 2am. But I on the other hand have learned to ask questions later, give him what he wants now.

Third POV

Seokjin wraps his arms around Namjoon's neck pulling the other closer before connecting their lips.

Just by this Namjoon could tell something was up, Seokjin was desperate, he wanted love and attention right now. Usually there would be foreplay or maybe sometimes Seokjin would want to top and Namjoon will let him.

Sometimes.

But right now Seokjin just wanted to be taken. Namjoon was happy to oblige.

Namjoon's hands were on seokjin's waist slowly backing the other up until they fell on the bed. The kiss never broke, Namjoon made sure of it.

Namjoon gently caresses seokjin's skin underneath the others shirt. Diligently he separates the kiss and undressed them both.

Seokjin stays quiet throughout the whole process looking up at the ceiling. Namjoon leans close to seokjin's ear as he spreads the others legs. "You can cry" Namjoon whispers kissing down seokjin's neck.

And Seokjin does. They aren't sobs just silent cries and sometimes the ruffling in the sheets mask over the soft sound.

Namjoon POV
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