𝙱𝚃𝚂 𝙸𝙼𝙰𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚂

↳ ɪɴsᴇᴄᴜʀɪᴛɪᴇs

*Idol AU*

(Bottom!Namjoon X Top!Male Reader)

(Smut) (Don't like it, don't read it.)

Kookieskookie91: "He's so ugly, ugh!"

iloveminyoongi: "Honestly, he's of no use to them. He's just a waste of space!"

taehyungismybabydaddy: "Why is he even in BTS..?"

r.a.p_monster_can_l.e.a.v.e_monster: "Honestly, he should just leave BTS!"

The hate continued to roll in, comment after comment, each rid with hurtful words that upset the young male. Greatly.

Kim Namjoon wiped his tear-stained cheeks with the long sleeve of his oversized, baby blue sweater and sniffed.

'Am I that much of a disgrace?' Namjoon thought, fresh tears beginning to brim his bottom eyelids, no matter how hard he tried to fight them off.

'Is this what Army really think?'

Normally, Namjoon wouldn't get this worked up over hate, but the man had been in a bit of gloom that past week; he had been messing up at dance practice, resulting in the members getting upset with him, losing sleep working on beats they would use for their new comeback, and preparing for a concert in New York.

All at the same time.

He was exhausted and the last thing he needed was slanderous remarks on Twitter. His state-of-mind was already fragile enough at that point.

Nonetheless, he continued to scroll.

There were a few more comments saying that he should quit and went past them, the comments all sounding the same. Namjoon was going to exit Twitter and end his suffering when a particular comment caught his eye.

canjimingivemebackmywig?: "I really don't know what M/N oppa sees in him...Namjoon's so ugly and been getting chubby recently. M/N should break up with him, Namjoon's ugly, fatass doesn't deserve my M/N oppa."

That was it.

A sob was forced from within his chest, Namjoon throwing his phone across the room, too distressed to hear the sound of shattering glass.

His long legs were pulled against the male's chest, the 24-year-old's arms wrapping under the curve of his knees, his forehead resting upon his thigs as he sobbed.

M/N L/N, Namjoon's boyfriend of 3 years and solo artist signed underneath the same company, BigHit Entertainment.

The two met when Namjoon signed his contract, M/and N was the one to show him the ropes seeing as he was 2 years older and new to everything.

They began as friends first, then gradually grew into something more as the two men spent more time together, whether it be for producing a track or because Namjoon needed some friendly advice.

Though the two were madly in love, but Namjoon had those days where he felt as if M/N could do better than him.

'Apparently, so did Army...'

The sound of Namjoon's wails was so loud, he hadn't heard the front door of his shared apartment open.

M/N's brows furrowed when he walked in, greeted by loud cries, rather than the traditional mouth kiss and dimpled grin.

Setting his duffle bag down and taking off his shoes, he followed the sobs and walked into his and Namjoon's bedroom. He stopped, seeing his slightly-taller boyfriend curled in on himself, his body shaking with sorrow.