Namjin (Oneshots)

Theres this... feeling

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It's eight in the evening right about now and once
more is Seokjin's stomach churning with a feeling he can't yet, or maybe doesn't want to,comprehend. Probably for the twelfth time that hour he checks his phone for the time and groans. He stares straight at his wall right next to his window seal as rain starts pattering against it as if panicked.

Something, he's not sure what, is wrong- no not wrong maybe... missing. Possibly his tamed life with his nosey friend and brother who hates him the death was getting a bit boring... played out in a way he didn't think was possible. Seokjin's fear that it's not his lack of money that has him wanting something so weirdly different in his life that scares him.

Not that if it was money that was missing he'd be able to fill that hole either.

Somehow he does manage to sleep even though he was not remotely tired, having woken at eight and sleeping at even earlier than that.

Sadly, he awakens. Perfectly. There's no drool covered pillow to have him fuss about, no flooding in the middle of the night. Not even a pimple on his face to cry over. He just barley has to brush his hair to tame it and honestly he has no idea why this feels so empty to him.

Seokjin is in no way perfect, of course every human has something to nic at here or there. But Seokjin wishes so bad something could just happen, something, anything-

Seokjin was wrong. Seokjin was wrong and he'll admit it. He'll admit that when he said anything he actually meant everything but this. Hell, his grandpa could have died and he would have been fine but when his cousin comes over with a hideous smile on his face and a child in his arms he almost wants to kill himself.

"I don't have money to take care of hi-"  Seokjin tunes his cousin out as he stares at the little boy in his arms, the little boy looking so very tired but also humorously disgusted at having to make contact with the man holding him. "Seokjin won't you?" The very innocent looking demon that's standing in the doorway blinks at him.

"Hell no! Why is this... child my responsibility?" Seokjin asked as he made eye contact with his cousin. "Obviously you don't want this poor child being hungry because i can fucking assure you that i am not feeding him." The atrocities that come out of his cousin's mouth aren't anything new but forlorn to a small child that he's never seen in his life. "Shut up, don't say that shit around a baby, the hell is wrong with you?" Seokjin asked as his cousin shrugs and pushes the three, maybe four, year old into his arms.

"Here's his shit, I'm going to go live out my twenties stress free, baby." The man waves and darts out before Seokjin could even register what happened. Suddenly his face turns red as he shouts "bastard!" down the hall before slamming the door. Three tiny suitcases now decorating his otherwise bland living room. No matter how many times Jimin had tried and tried again he could not make him decorate.

He looks down to the child in his arms, sleeping soundly against his chest before sighing. He kind of only had to pray that his cousin would be back to take him even though he knew no such thing would happen. Seokjin sets the poor boy down on the couch before going over to his suitcases. Conveniently there are documents and birthdates in the first one he checks. Jungkook jeon is the name on the birth certificate and Seokjin also sees the mother and father's name right below that.

Seokjin's head snaps back to look at the child who is sitting up albeit slowly. He doesn't know not one 'Jeon' so he's scared about how his cousin attained this child. He slowly gets up and assists the child upright, said child only blankly looks up but something inside his eyes shows Seokjin the relief he's feeling. Seokjin thinks it's odd but honestly with his cousin he's not surprised.