BTS One Shots

I Appreciate You [Namjoon & Jin]

"He took her hands in his and brought her forward."

"No, no."

"His hand caressed her cheek, bringing her lips to his."

"It, it just doesn't sound right."

"'I love you.' His hand extended, reaching to her before she took a step backwards. With every step he took, she took two back until she was leaning her back onto the darkened bookshelf, rejecting his touch."

"No, no. No. This is crap, this is all just shit." Namjoon growled, closing his document. He'd already spent days just trying to find someway to finish a chapter from his most recent fiction novel.

He hung his head low in defeat, his elbows rested on his mahogany desk, his slender fingers slipping through his bleached hair, getting tangled in a few strands.

"Namjoon~?" a small knock coming from the closed door across the room.

"Jin I'm really not in the mood right now." he scoffed, his roommate opening the door slightly, getting a better view of him.

"Namjoon, you haven't left this room in almost 4 days. Have you seen yourself?" the eldest boy spoke with sincerity in his voice, a dim light shining through the dark abyss that was Namjoon studio.

"I need to finish this within the month. If I don't, then the company will drop my contract." his unbrushed hair point in every direction.

"You won't get any inspiration just sitting here. Let's go and get some fresh air." Jin suggested, his hands resting on Namjoon's shoulders.

"Jin I said I'm not in the mood for this!" he yelled, swatting his touch.

"Fine.." Jin whispered, walking towards the door.

"I hate when you get like this." he said, his hand on the door knob.

"Excuse me?" Namjoon exclaimed, turning around in his swivel chair and facing Jin who was standing in the doorway.

"You hate when I get like this? You know I need to work, and you keep bothering me!" he stood up, the bags under his eyes showing themselves.

Jin just stood there, hearing what Namjoon had to say, considering this was the most they'd spoken in almost a week.

"You don't understand the type of pressure I'm constantly under! Everyone's always badgering me and expecting so much from me, it's too much sometimes!" Namjoon admitted, his eyes darkening. "You wouldn't understand. Just leave me alone." he sat back in his chair, turning around and facing his laptop once more.

"Namjoon I do understand. I don't know how you were before you became a writer, but.. But I feel that you've been acting, different since starting this new project."

Jin's words surged through Namjoon's legs, his actions getting the better of him.

"I'm so fucking tired of you not giving a shit about my work." he shoved his chair, tipping it over and falling into a stack of organized magazines. Jin's eyes flickered from the floor to his angered roommate, choosing his words as best as he could in the heat of the moment.

"Namjoon, I never said I didn't care about your work. It becomes a problem when it interferes with your health." he spoke honestly, not wanting to anger him anymore than he already was.

"No! You just don't get it. You're just some mediocre singer. No oneexpects shit from you." Namjoon's hands clenched into tight fists, the veins on his neck throbbing. "I need to do this, it's my whole career on the line. My last novel was crap compared to my other books. If I fuck up on this one too, I'll be a damned laughing stock." he admitted, his face softening.

Jin nodded his head ever so slowly, taking everything into consideration. He took deep breath, leaving the room, shutting the door behind him gently.

Later that night, Jin didn't pop into Namjoon's studio to give him dinner like he usually did. He didn't say 'goodnight, don't go to sleep too late' like he usually did. He didn't bring in an extra blanket in case he got cold at night like he usually did.

"What have I done.." Namjoon moaned, his hands swiping over his pale face. His eyes lazily hung open, staring at the bright screen in front of him. He looked down to the corner of the screen, '4:21 a.m.' it read, Namjoon's document basically untouched.

"I'll just rest my head for bit, I, I can't deal with this right now.." his arms folding, creating a makeshift pillow for him. Within minutes, he was fast asleep, flashbacks of his words attacking his mind as he slept.

At the same time, Jin sat on the sofa in the living room, not even attempting to sleep after an argument like that. The volume on the tv was turned all the way down, knowing Namjoon didn't like noise whenever he wrote. Jin laid his head back, letting himself be absorbed in the cushions Namjoon picked out earlier that month.

Jin knew if he fed the flame during their fight, It wouldn't of helped anyone. Still, Namjoon's words left a stinging feeling, as if he was being stung by a bee, but instead of the pain subsiding after a bit, it just ate away at him.

He crossed arms, decided if he should confront him now or later, ultimately deciding on the latter. He grabbed a glass of water and a blue fleece blanket, walking into his studio once more.

"Nam- joon..?" his voice barely registering as a whisper as he cracked the door open, a sliver of light projecting itself on Namjoon's back. Jin's face softened, seeing his sleeping figure tangled up in his chair.

He placed a coaster on his desk, setting the chilled glass of water on it before draping him with the blanket, making sure to not wake him up. Just as he was about to leave, he noticed his laptop was still on his document.

Jin's eyes adjusted to the brightness, lowering it a bit so it wouldn't wake him up. As he awkwardly reached his arms around a sleeping Namjoon, his fingers fumbled, pressing unwanted keys, opening a window. His eyes squinted, reading the most recent text on it.

"Please don't listen to me. Please don't take any of my words seriously. I can't help but blow up sometimes.. I appreciate everything you do for me, all the foods you cook late at night, whenever you bring a new movie for us to watch together, or whenever you sing in the shower. I didn't mean to call you mediocre, I'm mediocre. I'm scared. I can't afford to flop again with his new story. I appreciate you. I'm sorry"

His eyes scanned the screen, rereading it again before closing it and leaving silently.

The next morning, Jin was making breakfast in the kitchen, Namjoon slowly emerging from his room with an empty cup and blanket in hand. He threw the blanket on the couch, shuffling his feet to the sink, looking up at Jin.

He cleared his throat, his mouth hanging open as if he was trying to pick out his words from thin air. Jin placed his fork on the counter, grabbing Namjoon and pulling him into a hug, catching him by surprise.

"I- I'm sorry-"

"It's ok, you don't have to apologize." Jin interrupted him, Namjoon's arms tightening around him.

"I'm just so worried and freaked out about everything.. I didn't mean any of it, I swear." he spoke, Jin rubbing circles into his back.

They separated, Jin looking him the eyes, his lips curling up in a smile, Namjoon doing the same. "It's ok, I know you didn't mean it. You want some pancakes?" he offered, ruffling Namjoon's hair playfully.

"Yeah, I'd like a few~" he reached for Jin's fork.

"Not until you shower, you smell like shit."

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-Alex