💋 Seducing Our Boss | NamJin

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Namjoon hunched over the hospital bed, crying on Seokjin's lap. Seokjin knew why the younger was so upset, but he didn't know the exact reason as to what part of his sentence made Namjoon get that emotional.

"Seokjin, you're alive! You're okay." Namjoon whispered, holding onto Seokjin until he was separated from the doctors.

Now that he knew his lover was alive, Namjoon had only one fear: Losing him again.

Which is why he hesitated to leave the operating room, but he had no other choice. Especially since the medics pushed him out in order to preform surgery on Seokjin, and complete their unfinished job.

On one hand, Namjoon felt relieved in knowing Seokjin was alive. But on the other, he was terrified to see what the outcome of his surgery was going to result in.

All that he wanted, was nothing more than to hear Seokjin's voice.

Hold him in his arms and keep him safe, far away from harm.

If it were for that man's safety, Kim Namjoon would move away to another planet, if it meant that Seokjin would be okay.

There isn't anything in the world Namjoon wouldn't do for Seokjin. It was now that he understood, more than ever, what Seokjin meant to him.

"Everything." He blurted out loud. A friend of his heard it, and spoke to him.

"Hello, Moon to Joon. Are you listening to me, buddy?" Namjoon looked over at one of his worker friends.

"WHAT? Did someone call? Did the doctor call me!" The tall, slender young man spoke.

"Woah, woah! Calm down. Calm down, Namjoon. It's just me. What's eating you lately? Your mind is like in a blank space." His friend sighed.

"Moobin, if only you knew." Namjoon frowned, deepening the crease in between his glabella. The other just stared, supporting him.

"Hey wait... What are you doing here? Did something happen to you?" Namjoon asked, feeling a sense of normality reach him.

"Umm, no. Well... It actually happened at work, I have no idea how..." Now that Moobin mentioned Volts Edge, Namjoon worried something happened at his company while he was gone.

"Volts Edge?! What? What happened? Is everybody okay?" He was now more alarmed than ever, with the traumatic experience he just barely survived with Jin.

"Oh, yes! No worries, Volts Edge is in tip top shape, boss! The real problem is me. More specifically, my hand..." Moobin exposed his hand that was trapped inside of a glass coffee maker.

"How did this happen?" Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows at him.

"Funny story: Okay, so I went to the coffee maker and accidentally dropped a one hundred dollar bill inside-"

"How in the hell... Okay. Keep on." He rolled his eyes, staring at Moobin.

"So at a silly attempt to save the money, I dipped my hand inside and scooped it up. But when I pulled it back out, I realized that it had gotten stuck in the pot and... Well, now I'm here." His worker nervously laughed, deeply sighing at his own stupidity.

Namjoon pushed his head back against a wall that connected to the chair he was sitting on and continued the dry conversation with his worker buddy, waiting on news from Seokjin.

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"So then I told the guy, "Bye, Hyung! I gotta take this pot to the hospital!" and... Nearly got arrested. Turns out that cops don't like the word pot, funny isn't it?" Moobin made a silent laugh come out of Namjoon's mouth.

"You nutcase. You used the wrong choice of wording when referring to a coffee dispenser. Don't you know that cops consider pot as a bong?"

"A bong!? What! Why would I take a penis to a hospital- Well, besides the one that's attached to my body, of course." Namjoon couldn't help but break out into a short laughter.

"Moobin, a bong, not a dong. A bong is something you smoke, buddy." Moobin finally got the memo and began laughing.

"OHHHH, that type of pot. I got it, man." He replied, swirling his hand around the pot.

"Good-"

"No, I seriously got it. Wanna smoke some with me when we get out?"

... The look of disappointment traced Namjoon's face while he stared at his friend, silently judging him.

"I know I'm not one to judge, but in this case... You really do need to be." He thought to himself.

"I'm just joking, Joon!! I don't do that shit. My wife would have killed me." The men both regained the motivation to speak again, now with a new topic.

"Love? Why do you wanna know about my love life?" The one topic Namjoon was unprepared for: Relationships.

"Well, you know... Almost everyone your age has a partner in crime, already. I met mine a few years ago, and we've been inseparable. Did you know that most kids can find their one and only at the age of twelve. Huh, who knew, right? The more you know."

Namjoon felt like a needle had deflated his heart, as he was lost in thought of his past memories.

"I met Jimin when I was thirteen years old. And fell in love with him..." He excused himself and went to use the restroom.

When he locked himself in a stall, he frowned while staring down at his shoes.

"Jimin, why can't I just try to get you out of my head for once? You moved on so easily.

Something I should have done... But I didn't. Why do I feel so much regret towards the way everything ended in between us?" He spoke to himself, running his hand through his hair.

He heard someone coughing loudly next to him, and got startled. Ignoring the jumpscare,
Namjoon fixed his tie and breathed in before opening the stall door, only to be further startled with the way someone held onto his body.

"I want you back." There was only a single word that escaped out of Namjoon's mouth, out of the many he had stuck in his head.

"JIMIN?!"

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