More Namjin Oneshots

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This is a request. There are a lot of time skips.

Seokjin POV

"Seokjin, get down here!" My Eomma shouts. I roll my eyes, and walk downstairs. Tonight, I'm meeting my fiancé. I was forced into an arranged marriage.

"I hate this. W-Why can't I find someone on my own?" I sniffle.

"Because, Seokjin. Now do as you're told, and go greet our guests." Appa says. I walk into the living room, and bow respectfully. "Hello. I'm Kim Seokjin."

"Kim Jooheon." An older man says. "This is my son, Namjoon."

"You two will be getting married!" Eomma exclaims. "I've had the maids pack your things, Seokjin. You'll be moving in together, tonight!"

"What?! Eomma, I can't do that!" I exclaim. Namjoon rolls his eyes at my outburst.

"Appa, I'm not going it." Namjoon says.

"Yes you are." Jooheon says. "Go get in the car."

I'm escorted out to Namjoon and Jooheon's car. I sit in the back, with Namjoon beside me.

"I don't like this, Appa." Namjoon huffs.

"I don't care, Namjoon." Jooheon narrows his eyes. I look out the window, a few tears falling down my face.  

*Day 4 of living with Namjoon*

Namjoon and I haven't spoken to each other st all. He'd glare at me, but never speak. I walk into the kitchen to cook, tired of eating the chef's food. When I'm finished, I set the plates on the table, and look for Namjoon. I knock on the door to his study.

"What do you want?" He glares at me.

"I-I made food...did you want any?" I ask, intimidated by his glare.

"No." He slams the door in my face. I frown, and walk back into the kitchen.

*Day 12 of living with Namjoon*

"Get the fuck out of my way." Namjoon huffs. I step out of his way, so I don't anger him anymore.

"You don't have to be so rude." I mumble.

"Shut up, and stop speaking to me." He scoffs.

*Day 25 of living with Namjoon*

"Namjoon, you're drunk." I sigh, as he stumbles into the house.

"I....don't like you, Seokjin." He huffs.

"I know you don't." I frown, slightly hurt from his words.

"Youuuuu make me feel weird." He slurs.

"How do I do that?" I ask. He suddenly pins me up against the wall.

"Everything you do, drives me crazy." He whispers in my ear. He moves down, and sucks on my neck.

"N-Namjoon, you're drunk." I gasp. "Y-You don't know what you're talking about, or doing!"

"Shut up." He mumbles. He drags me into his bedroom, and shoves me in the bed.

"N-Namjoon, stop." I moan.

"You don't sound like you want me to stop." He smirks.

"I f-feel like I'm taking advantage of you! Now get off of me!" He connects our lips, shutting me up. I wrap my arms around his neck, and pull him closer to me.

*The Next Day*

I wake up confused, with arms wrapped around me. I almost scream, when I see Namjoon's sleeping figure beside mine. I look under the blanket, and sure enough, we're both naked.

"What the hell?!" Namjoon exclaims. He sits up, wide eyed. "Why are you in my bed?!"

"You're the one that dragged me here." I narrow my eyes. "You were drunk."

"Did we....?" I nod, slightly embarrassed.

"It's not like I had a choice. You fucking pinned me down, and kissed me. I tried pushing you off." I frown. "But...I gave up on fighting."

"Fuck." He sighs. "Whatever. I'm showering. You should leave."

I grab my boxers off of the ground, and throw them on, before walking out of his room.

"Stupid Namjoon." I mumble. "He's so damn confusing."

*1 Month Later*

"Congratulations, Mr. Kim! You're pregnant!" The doctor says. My mouth drops open. I've only had sex with one person.

"Mr. Kim?" The doctor tilts his head.

"Th-Thank you. I um....I gotta go." I say. "Thanks again, Soonyoung."

Namjoon's driver takes me home, and drops me off in front of the house. I step out of the car, and rush inside. I run up the starts and start pounding my fist on Namjoon's door.

"What the hell do you want?!" He asks. "And why are you crying?"

"I'm p-pregnant." I sob. "And it's all your fault!"

"I'm sorry, you're WHAT?!" He exclaims.

"I'm pregnant!" I shove him.

"And it's mine?!" He asks.

"Yes you dumbass! I was a virgin before you, so yeah, it's yours!" I shout. "Oh god, I'm not ready to me a parent."

"There's abortion!" Namjoon says. I glare at him, more tears falling down my face.

"I'm not k-killing my baby!" I cry. His cold facade breaks. He pulls me into his arms, and holds me to his chest.

"Okay. You don't have to, Seokjin. We'll work through this together." He says.

"Y-You mean it?" I sniffle.

"I mean it. I'm sorry for being so rude to you, these past few months." He says. "But I did it because I was afraid. I was afraid to fall in love with you."

"Y-You're gonna be there for our baby, right? Th-The baby is gonna have both of its dads?" I ask. "You won't l-leave me, right?"

"Of course the baby will have both of its dads. I'm not going to leave you, Seokjin. I'm going to stay and help you." He says.

*End Of The Pregnancy*

I hold my baby close to my chest, a few ears running down my face.

"You're so pretty." I cry. "My pretty baby."

"You did amazing." Namjoon kisses my forehead. "He's perfect."

"Kim Yoongi." I smile, wiping my eyes. "His name is Kim Yoongi."

I'm sorry, it was probably trash.