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The Botanist [Part Two] // Namkook

WARNINGS: talk of murder, death and depictions of violence including blood ahead. Smut includes: top!jungkook, bottom!namjoon, soft dom namjoon, m+m oral sex, rimming, anal penetration, handjob.

Sleep had become a luxury, a commodity that escaped Namjoon. How could he possibly sleep, when his mind was whirring and overthinking, even picturing Jungkook committing heinous acts of inhumanity. He tossed and turned each night for three days, somehow managing to still drag himself out of bed to tend to his precious plants downstairs. Without them, he may have spiralled into a pit he couldn't crawl out of.

Three days, and he still hadn't mentioned anything to the police. Nothing at all. He hadn't seen Jungkook since their date, hadn't heard from him at all. He didn't have his cell number or email, Jungkook always just turned up at the shop if he needed flowers. He couldn't entrap the younger into a meeting of false pretences to confront him, and like hell would he even attempt to text or call him about such a topic.

Namjoon just had to be patient, no matter how much it consumed him.

Sitting at his workbench, he found himself working on drawing up brief plans for the baby shower email order due at the end of the month. In his sketchpad, he drew up quick sketches, wrote little notes about each flower he thought of including and how they worked together and got lost in it all; just for a moment, long enough to space out.

That is, until the familiar bell above the shop door rang out, and footsteps softly pattered along the hardwood flooring. Namjoon's head shot up, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. He didn't have to hear his voice to know; somehow, he was aware it was him. The air around him felt heavy, suffocating him. Was this what a panic attack felt like?

As the footsteps drew closer, Namjoon tried his best to keep his breathing steady, to keep himself calm and collected, to act as if there wasn't a single thing wrong.

"Joonie?" Jungkook's head appeared poking past the wall of flowers, his eyes turning into small crescent shapes and his lips curling into a bright smile when he found him. "Hiding out here, huh?" he giggled, stepping into full view.

Namjoon froze. He had planned what to say to him, down to every single eventuality. Every response Jungkook would have to his planned out conversation, he was ready with a counter-attack. But he hadn't taken into consideration that the second he saw him, he would feel like this.

Such conflict... His heart raced at the beautiful bunny smile on the man he'd crushed on for so long, but his stomach flipped with nausea at the idea that he wasn't in fact who he thought he was. And it rendered him totally speechless.

Jungkook didn't seem to notice Namjoon's change in demeanour, stepping around the bench to look over his shoulder at what he was working on, but not before planting a sweet kiss to his cheek and resting a hand on his hip, the other on the edge of the table.

"What are you working on?" he asked, resting his chin on his shoulder.

Namjoon shook his head, trying to pull himself out of it. He needed to act natural.

"J-just this arrangement for a baby shower... Um, I think... maybe a basket?" his voice trembled. Jungkook's brow creased at the sound of it and he stood up straight, trying to work out why there was a hint of anxiety in Joon today.

"Yeah... basket sounds good," Jungkook agreed, only half-invested as he studied the back of Namjoon's head. "Is something wrong, Joon?"

Namjoon's shoulders stiffened, and Jungkook felt it, he could see it... The way the muscles in Namjoon's back tightened, his jaw clenched... He sat up a little straighter, his fists balled up; it was painfully obvious something wasn't right.