hands ⟶ namjin

fünfunddreissig

I fell off my trampoline and hit my head on the floor and im in pain

namjoon paced around. he'd just gotten home and suddenly began to panic as he entered his room. losing jin was now his biggest fear. he'd fucked up really bad.

running his fingers through his hair, he shakily pulled his phone out of his pocket and opened instagram, swiping to the direct message box and tapping on his boyfriend's name.

he bit the inside of his lip, a nervous habit, and sighed before he messaged jin.

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dimplemonster; jin

pinkprincess; hey joonie

pinkprincess; can you tell me what's going on please?

dimplemonster; I want to tell you in person

dimplemonster; just, keep in mind that im sorry

dimplemonster; and I know thats going to seem like the weakest thing ever when I talk to you

dimplemonster; but I really mean it

pinkprincess; are you going to come to mine, or..?

dimplemonster; yeah, ill be there in a few minutes.

dimplemonster; I apologise in advance

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jin, on the other hand, was calm about the situation. he was positive namjoon wouldn't do anything to fuck up their relationship. he trusted namjoon, more than he should've. he wasn't scared; he wasn't worried.

but he should have been.