Namjin Oneshots

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Seokjin POV

It's been three months since I've seen Namjoon. I look down at my phone, and continue to scroll through the pictures of us. Why did my Joonie have to get kidnapped? It should've been me!

"I w-want you to c-come back Joonie." I cry. "I miss you s-so m-much!"

"Seokjin? Oh, honey I know you're still upset." Eomma sits on the edge of my bed. "But there are multiple search parties looking for him. We'll find him."

"W-What if he's-" Eomma shushes me.

"Don't think like that. He's going to be okay." She says.

"B-But you don't know that Eomma!" I sob. "I want my Joonie back."

"I know you do. You'll get him back." She says.

*The Next Day*

I wake up in a worse mood. I don't even have the will to get out of bed. I don't even know what time it is. Eomma walks into my room, a sad smile on her face.

"Seokjin, honey it's 6pm. Why don't you go for a walk." She says. I slowly stand up, and change.

"I'll be back at 8." I mumble. I grab my phone and slowly walk out the door. I start walking down the street, and to a park, that Namjoon and I used to visit. I sit under a tree, with my knees pulled to my chest, and cry.

"W-Why did you t-take him away from me?!" I sob. "What did I do wrong?!"

I hear something move in the bushes, followed by a small groan. I stand, wiping the tears from my face, and walk over to the bushes. My eyes widen as I see a human leg. I continue digging through the bushes to find the person connected to it.

"Oh my god." I almost burst into tears again. Lying in the ground, all bloody and bruised, is my Namjoon. I pull out my phone and call 911.

"Joonie!" I cry. His eyes slowly open.

"J-Jinnie?" He sniffles. "I'm s-sorry."

"Don't apologize! It's gonna be okay. You're gonna he alright." I cry. Paramedics arrive, and get Namjoon onto a stretcher. They allow me to ride in the ambulance with him.

"W-Where were you Namjoon?" I sob. "I was s-so scared."

"I-I'm okay Jinnie." He smiles weakly. "Don't cry anymore."

After two hours of waiting in the waiting room of the hospital, I'm allowed to see him. I rush into his room, and sit on the chair close to the bed. He turns his head to me.

"I missed you." He whispers. "You were all I could think about."

"Where were you?" I ask.

"I-I was walking home from the store, with groceries for my Eomma. This guy stopped me, and asked for directions. When I pulled my phone out, he hit me with something, and I blacked out."

"Go on." I take his hand.

"I w-woke up in this cell. Every two hours, someone would come in there and beat me. If I tried to fight back, they threatened to hurt the people I love. I sat in that cell for three months, I think. They would feed us once every week."

"I'm so sorry Joonie." I burst into tears. "I sh-should've been there for you!"

"Stop it!" He cups my face. "This isn't your fault Seokjin. God, I missed you so much."

"I m-missed you too Joonie." I cry. He connects our lips, our hands still connected.

"I love you so much baby." He sniffles.

"I love you too Namjoon." I wipe my eyes.