namgi one shots

5.4.3.2.1

credit: 9loss

TRIGGER WARNINGS: suicide, death, really sad, hurtful thoughts, morbid, ANGST

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

the story of namjoon and yoongi began when yoongi caught namjoon, five times, staring at him. he thinks it's damn creepy to have a stranger staring at you for so long that you actually feel it. it feels stupid.

the next four days, yoongi received four heart fluttering poems, addressed with

- the guy who dared to stare

which he finds funny. but he doesn't know, cute. maybe. he hates to admit he'd look around to see namjoon sitting at the same spot again and again.

the fourth day, namjoon didn't ask for a random person to give the fourth poem to yoongi. he gave it personally. with the nervous look plastered on his face, he asked if he could sit with yoongi and it took him four seconds to answer yes. yoongi was as nervous and anxious as namjoon appeared to be. but of course he doesn't let it show.

the first time they said the three words was during spring, when they went together in norway.

i love you.

these three words changed their lives. as years passed by, namjoon developed a habit of planting three kisses- one on yoongi's forehead, his nose, and then his lips. while yoongi thinks he's not clingy, he loves holding his hands. he feels safe.

these three words binded them together for six years. these three words brought them here. and yoongi's fear started to go into surface.

yoongi thought,

it takes two to tango, but what if we can't dance?

it's not all fluttery. of course, it isn't. it took two bottles of alcohol for him to kiss a stranger in a bar. after six years of relationship with namjoon, he can't help but think he deserves someone way more better than him. days when his fucked up head strikes, the once quiet beings start screaming at him with statements like, 'he'll be sick of you' and 'he'll find somebody else'. there they go, yoongi claimed, they're slowly consuming him.

fuck, why am i so weak?

he closed his eyes. namjoon holds the gun against his head. one second, there's a bang, and he's dead. blood gushed from his head, his body stumbled on the floor; namjoon kneels and puts the gun down and holds yoongi's body close to him. he did it to spare him from the awful world and the monsters in his head. he did it for yoongi. or so, he thinks. they both think.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

namjoon closed his eyes when he hears the footsteps getting louder as it comes closer and he holds yoongi tight. the clock said tick-tock! there's a scream and bloodshot eyes, he cries and cries.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1

he took the gun and shoot himself.

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it's five o' clock am. within the glaring four white walls, namjoon woke up. three blinks 'til he sees everything clear. two people are staring at him and a tear rolled down his cheek. the gun is gone. so is yoongi.

and here i go. yoongi whispered to himself, facing away from namjoon to the sight of his own corpse.

there he goes.