𝚋𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚜 || [𝙱𝚡𝙱]

[•Break me•]

Ship; Namjin

Dom // Namjoon
Sub // Jin

This is an old, old one, actually from my first book which is being rewritten, it's called Butterfly if you wanna check it out. I rewrote this too, because it was so bad, but I didn’t change any plot points so it's still very vanilla and angst. Low key self promotion but idc so plz plz plz plz plz plz read my new version of Give Me Wings, Butterfly, I want to update as soon as possible...
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His eyes remained trained on the clothes in front of him, focusing on every fold and crease, and the very pattern he made with it. It was this or letting his head travel to places he didn’t want to go right now.

Jin folded his last piece of laundry and leaned back onto the bed, rubbing his one of his eyes with a fist. The door opened suddenly and he flinched, his eyes traveling to Namjoon’s monotone features. His face fell into a glare and he rolled his eyes, going to put away his clothes.

“Hey.” 

He completely ignored him. The younger set his bag on the floor. He watched him from the corner of his eye, as he plopped himself down on the bed. He went and grabbed another stack on folded clothes, Namjoon’s eyes on him the whole trip. He sighed and closed one of the drawers, as the younger stood behind him. 

“Are you okay?” 

Jin looked to the spot next to him, where the younger was now standing, staring at him with a half worried, half knowing look on his face. He didn’t look into his eyes, instead turning away and facing the drawer full of clothes.

“It’s nothing.”

His voice was quiet, taunting to the one listening to it.
   
“Sure it is.” 

They sat impenetrable silence for another long minute, until Namjoon reached to put a hand on his shoulder.
   
“Don’t touch me.” 
 
He turned away as soon as his arm was touched, turning towards the heap of clothes on his bed. He walked closer, grabbing another pile and avoiding the eyes that were trained on him.

“Why are you mad? Did I do something?”

The silence was broken as Jin snorted sarcastically.

“I don’t know, did you do something?” 

He finally looked into those stupid eyes.

“You know what you did.” 

The drawer was closed with a slam, as he whirled around and started for the bed.

"She was just an old friend.” 

The older gave an irritated laugh and grabbed the last pile, opening the third drawer and putting them in.
   
“Right, and putting her tongue in your mouth was just a friendly thing to do.” 
   
He slammed the third shut as well.
   
“I don’t understand why you're so mad about it.”    
   
His voice got a lot quieter at that sentence, the lie tumbling out and freezing the olders movements. Turning around and facing him was a lot harder than he thought it would be. Stepping closer like he was made of stone, as his limbs shook.

“What was she, your reassurance?”

His arms crossed and wrapping around him as if to hold his body parts in place, his face sad. This time, the younger kept his eyes on the floor. His voice was even quieter when he spoke again.
   
“I don’t know what-” 
   
“You know what I’m talking about!” 
   
He was stepping forward now, his arms unraveled, and the sadness turning to a look of mixed anger and sadness. The younger kept his eyes on the floor.
   
“Now you're acting like nothing happened?”