Bottom Namjoon Oneshots

BloodFlower

Warning: smut

Namjoon was very cold, so very cold. The night chill didn't make it any better. With the way the wind whipped around every fiber of his being. The constant drizzle of the rain adding the last sting. Rapid spikes of heat flashed through his body as well. He was going to get sick being out on the corner like this. Not able to find any shelter before the storm hit messed him up greatly. All of his clothes were now soaked in his backpack and his phone most likely didn't work anymore. He should have just taken the taxi like his boyfriend,well ex boyfriend, had told him. Namjoon insisted on walking however and in the end got more than he ever would imagine. To walk in on someone you love cooking half naked for some other man, Namjoon sighed remembering the look on Seokjin's face.

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The look of utter nonchalance and a chuckle coming from the disgusting human being on the couch. The person he had considered his best friend, Hoseok. The look of uncertainty and relief staining his lovers. Namjoon's eyes lowered as he was slightly pushed aside back to the door. Hands shaking Namjoon stared at the two, hoping for an answer. Anything.

"What's going on here?" Namjoon shook as he choked up.

"Love," Hoseok said loud and proud pulling Jin into his lap,"complete love is what this is Namjoon." Namjoon was forced into silence as his face heated up.

"Was it the sex?" Namjoon asked quietly.

"No it wasn't, we didn't even have it Namjoon. We, well you, were still waiting. It isn't about that though. It's about how he makes me feel complete." Namjoon squinted at Jin.

"My best friend?"

"Your best friend."

"I walked here to be with you. I walked here to lay by your side. I-i," Namjoon's voice cracked now tears threatening to fall.

" We told you to come in the taxi so you can get your things. You're so stubborn though. Here's your stuff Nammie, we can call a cab now if you don't want to walk back home." Hoseok grabbed his backpack and threw it towards Namjoon. Namjoon only caught it because he didn't want it to hit him in the face.

"No...you've done enough for me right now. I'll be taking my leave." Namjoon's voice was hollow and empty as he watched Jin get up.

"Namjoon it's going to storm. I'd appreciate if you let us call you a cab. Walking that long way will surely get you caught up in the storm. I don't want you getting sick." Jin pressed his hand on Namjoon's forehead ruffling his hair.

"Well," Namjoon's voice cracked as the tears began to fall,"I'm already sick." With that Namjoon left with tears streaming down his face.

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Namjoon rubbed his hands together in an attempt to feel something, anything. Nothing registered in his mind at the moment, only that he was disgusted and the added on fact that he was wet. Sad and wet were two totally different nuisances that seemed to fit together to form this big ball of 'Fuck You', tonight. A sigh left his shivering lips as he searched for a cafe.

How cliche for everything to happen like this. It was almost like some unseen force wrote him into this particular moment. They pushed him head first into self hate and a broken heart. In the end, he knew it was his own fault, it always was. He could have shown the other more affection, kept his clumsy ways under wraps more. Hell, given the other some ass or something. He was a virgin though in every aspect of the word and he just felt it was too early. A strong shake of the head was given and he sighed as rain pelted his back furiously. That wouldn't have changed the fact that Jin, the love of Namjoon's life, had already moved on; with his best friend nonetheless. Something should have clicked with the way they were both all to busy. Precisely at the same time on the same day, every week. There was never a moment missed on Thursday's, the hardest days for Namjoon when it came to his studies. The day that labs and music theory damn near collided into a fucking mess due to the short amount of time he had to get to each class. A ten minute walk having to be ran at 7am would kill any college kid who's stayed up all night finishing up homework. Yeah, one day wouldn't stop someone else from loving the other. But it will prove to be a problem held with the other problems. Like oh, he didn't know, falling for his best friend. An internal sigh echoed around his body as a big piece of paper slapped around his ankle. Another sigh, this time he exhaled with it trying to find some reason, anything. The silver haired man stared at his watch and then decided it was time to move. One step forward proved to be the worst mistake he had ever made.