Namjin (Oneshots)

"I know you will"

I'm sorry. Ya girl is just

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ᕼᗩᕼᗩᕼ ᗴᑎᒍOY TᕼIᔕ ᔕᕼIT, ᑎᗴᖇᗪᔕ. (This was recommended- thank you sweetheart ꨄ♡)
𓆉𓆉𓆉𓆉シシ𓆉𓆉𓆉シシ𓆉𓆉シ

"Well I can assure you, you are." A man smiles, his elbow in contact with the dark brown wood of the counter. "You're so kind, really, but I'm surely just uh... mediocre at best huh?" Seokjin had asked, his chin on his palm and a smile on his lips.

"You doubt yourself too much cutie pie." The sir winks caressing Seokjin's cheek. Seokjin leans into the touch, a dull spark in his eyes that only light up the more the man touches him.

I've got him in my bag, is what the man had thought thinking the dull spark was for him. Well it definitely wasn't but he didn't know that. "Cutie pie? If I'm not mediocre don't you think I deserve a better nickname?" Seokjin asked and the man in front of him chuckles.

"Well of course you do, pretty thing, I just need a name." He quirks an eyebrow up before his wrist is smacked away from Seokjin. "It's Namjoon, my name is, you don't need to know his."

"It's just a bit of flirting Namjoon!" Seokjin sighs, exasperated as he's dragged out of the pub by his boyfriend's hand.  "I'm the one you should be flirting with not some rando off the street." Namjoon reasoned, his voice soft and worried.

"What if he drugged your drink or tried something on you darling?" Namjoon asked, opening the car door for Seokjin allowing the other to get in.

They only had a bit of a height difference but Seokjin kind of had to jump to get into the car as his legs weren't the longest and Namjoon didn't like him doing that...

So he picked him up most times. It's habit now, even when they're fighting.

"I didn't die now did I Namjoon?" Seokjin asked as Namjoon sat in the drivers seat, starting up the car with creased eyebrows.

"Well did I?! No I'm still right here, chill out man." Seokjin huffed leaning against the car door and peering out of the window. "No... you're right, I'm sorry baby." Namjoon humbled, not wanting to see Seokjin upset.

𓁹𓂻𓁹𓂻𓂻𓂻𓂻𓁹𓁹

"Oh what is this scent?" Seokjin asked as a employee of the perfume department showed him around. His boyfriend a few feet behind. "Honeysuckle, lovely right?" He asked a hand around Seokjin's small waist as he continues to lead him.

"It's great and all but I think Jasmine would suit you better." The taller man winked picking something glittery from the shelves. Seokjins eyes went wide at the packaging, his big deer eyes shining as he was given the bottle.

"I know, pretty right?" The man asked, his fingers running over Seokjin's curves and ass as a 'friendly gesture'. "Very pretty." Seokjin nods, acting obvious but jumping and giggling sometimes at the touches. He loves making people think they got him where they want him.

"Not as pretty as you darlin, try it." The taller whispers, a finger sliding in between seokjins thighs from the back. Seokjin barely payed mind and did as told, humming at the smell. Yeah, it was a beautiful smell.

Seokjin nodded "how much is it?" Seokjin asked as more fingers slipped between his thighs rubbing him as if he wouldn't notice what's going on. "Free for you baby doll." The man now made it more noticeable, what he was doing.

Wrong move, Seokjin whimpers and Namjoon finally looked up from his phone and all but growled. Lets just say they still got the perfume for free.

"How was I supposed to know?! I barley felt anything Namjoon!" Seokjin sighs throwing his hands up as he stomped to the car.