Namjin Oneshots

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Seokjin POV

"Kook! Pass me the green!" Jungkook throws the spray paint can over to me. "Don't forget your mask."

"I won't hyung." Jungkook pulls his mask on and continues his painting. We always go under the bridge, or anywhere else to graffiti the walls. We've gotten caught a few times.

"Oh shit. Seokjin, we've gotta go!" Jungkook starts picking up the paint cans. I throw mine in my bag, and look back at him.

"Police?" I ask. He nods, and starts sprinting away. I follow after him, but we're both caught. The cops grab our wrists.

"Again Seokjin? You too Jungkook." One of them sigh.

"Ah. Officer Jung. Nice to see you again." I grin. "Same to you Officer Kim."

"Enough. Why'd you do it again? That's vandalism, guys." Officer Jung sighs.

"Hmm. Maybe we're just looking for a bit of trouble." I smirk at Officer Kim.

"Seokjin." Officer Jung warns. I rip the mask off of my face.

"Alright, Alright." I grin. "This town could use a bit more color. Something less boring."

"I'm not going to keep letting you two off easily. Next time, you'll be in jail." Hoseok says.

"Okay, okay." I roll my eyes. "Can we go now?"

"I have to speak to Jungkook." Hoseok says. Jungkook winks at me as they walk away. I'm left here with Officer Kim. I'll admit, it is kind of awkward. I mean, have you seen him?! He's gorgeous.

"Well...I'll be on my way." I start walking away, but he grabs my wrist.

"What is it with you cops and grabbing wrists?" I ask.

"You know...I think you deserve a punishment, for misbehaving." He smirks, leaning down to speak into my ear. "Be a good boy, and get in the car."

My eyes widen, but I don't disobey. I hurry over to his car, that was next to Hoseok's. He and Jungkook must've left. Namjoon follows, getting into the drivers seat. His eyes are darkened, and lustful as he drives.

"W-Where are we going?" I ask, my tough guy act fading away.

"You'll see sweetheart." He grins. He stops in front of a house, and pulls me out of the car. Before we're inside, he smashes our lips together. I grip onto his back as the kiss becomes heated, small whimpers leaving my mouth.

When we reach his room, my shirt is instantly ripped off, and discarded. He pushes me onto the bed, my back touching the cold sheets.

"Are you going to behave for me?" I almost faint at the sound of his husky voice.

"Y-Yes." I whimper.

"Good. You won't be waking for a few days." He smirks.

*The Next Day*

I roll over in bed, groaning in pain. "Fuck, my ass hurts."

"Remember, no swearing baby. Or will I have to punish you again?" I open my eyes.

"We had 6 rounds last night. I think you broke my ass." I pout. Namjoon wraps his arms around me, gently pressing his lips to my neck.

"D-Don't do that." I gasp. I can feel him smile against my skin.

"Still sensitive? That's okay. I already called in, so we both aren't going to work." He mumbles.

"I don't want this to be a one night thing." I whisper.

"It won't be. We'll make it work."