Namjin (Oneshots)

Our son is a fuck boy...

I want to kashoot myself. Not sure why just want to- anyway- I thought I'd need to update so here it is... this is basically kind of a guessing game... if you want it to be a guessing game. Who is Namjin's son? You have to guess it before the reveal and I'll dedicate a whole chapter to you... it's funny how I think people actually give a shit about having a chapter dedicated to them or not- pfft-
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Maybe it was my fault. Maybe I've been too good to that stuck up little brat I love so much. Maybe me and my husband had made up a fancy life that spoiled the poor kid. Whatever it is or was we can't go back on it now.

It started when he had his first girlfriends. At ten he didn't know who he was or that he didn't like girls. Me and my husband, Namjoon, could very much see that our little boy was not straight. Oh no he was not straight.

So when we got constant calls about our little boy breaking ten to twelve year old girls hearts and leaving them crying we of course felt bad. But not that bad.

"Teach your son better! We don't need him growing up like that!" A youngish mother shouts holding her daughter to her chest. "Yes I'm sorry, we'll talk to him when we get home." Seokjin bowed respectively.

"I'm sorry as well, we haven't taught him to be anything like this." Namjoon defends their parenting. "But he really is a nice, sweet boy." Namjoon says now defending their son.

"Stop doing that." Namjoon huffed looking at their faceless son from the mirror of the car. "It's not okay and it hurts people." Namjoon sighs as Seokjin nods.

"If they weren't stupid they'd know not to trust boys like me."

Then it all turned downhill, if it wasn't already, when he had his first boyfriend. He was cute no doubt. The cutest smile. Our son was dating him for a couple months. He wouldn't bring him home. He wouldn't talk about him much either.

I once overheard a phone call between my son and his new boyfriend at fifteen. "Babe! Are you seeing someone else?" The innocent voice asked and my son, hair recently died a light brown, chuckles.

"Of course not baby, never, you're my one and only, i'd never leave you."

And of course that innocent child believed the lie. Not even two weeks after coming to my house for the first time a moaning mess. It was as if my son forgot that his parents lived there too.

But I'm sure that really wouldn't have bothered him. I'm not sure if he'd had sex before but you'd think he was the most experienced little thing since he got the other screaming all night.

Probably got it from his father.

After that my son never brought the boy back. When my husband had asked him why he simply replied with "he couldn't keep up, so I had to leave him behind."

At sixteen he got his first STD. From a whore. Less innocent but definitely honest. He told my son to use a condom, that he had some "nasty stuff" inside of him.

My son doesn't use a condom apparently.

"Condoms are for people afraid to either loose or gain something, let me tell you, I never loose."

The sex began on the couch, then moved to the kitchen and the upstairs bathroom then finally Jimin's room. Unbearable to say the least. I was tempted to kick my son out but it's not Legal until he was eighteen.

"F-fuck- are you sure you want me to co-come inside?" The sixteen year old asked once again, as it was their sixth round together.
"Whatever you may have had baby, it's in me and won't be getting any stronger, just do it." The boy underneath the other bites grabbing the other by his shirt.