More Namjin Oneshots

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Seokjin POV

I sit on the couch, tears running down my face. I start thinking of ways to tell Namjoon, about a secret I've been hiding from him.

"Seokjin, baby what's wrong?!" Namjoon exclaims as he walks into the room.

"N-Nothing. I'm fine." I sniffle. He crouches in front of me and takes my hand.

"We've been Married for 3 years, Jin. We vowed to tell each other about anything that is bothering us. Please, tell me what's wrong?" He begs me.

"I d-don't wanna be a man." I sniffle.

"You, What?" He asks.

"I don't want to be a man!" I cry. His eyes widen in shock. And anger?

"What the hell do you mean?" He asks. "You want to be a girl?"

I nod shakily. "Unbelievable." He scoffs. "What would my parents say?! What would my fans say?!"

"Suddenly your parents and fans mean more to you than I do?!" I stand from the couch, and pull my hand out of his.

"I'm one of the best rappers in Korea, Seokjin?! I can't have a transgender husband!" He shouts. "It would ruin my career!"

"This is why I didn't want to tell you!" I sob. "Cause you'd make me seem like the bad guy! I just wanna be myself!"

I push past him and rush up to our room. About two hours later, he walks in and sits next to me on the bed.

"It was obvious." He speaks up. I don't respond. "You like to crossdress, and you're very feminine."

"Just leave me alone." I sniffle. "I don't want to talk to you."

"I'm sorry. I was just worried about my career, and I wasn't thinking about your feelings. In all honesty, I don't mind you being transgender. That's you're choice. It doesn't mean I'll love you any less." He takes my hand.

"Y-You mean it?" I ask.

"I do. I didn't fall in love with you because of your dick. Well...that was a part of it. ANYWAY, I fell for you because of your amazing personality." He says.

"I love you Joonie!" He wraps his arms around me, and presses his lips to my forehead.

"I love you too Jinnie. You know what? I'll buy you those pill things. To help you really feel like yourself." He says.

"Y-You'd do that?" I ask.

"Of course I would." He smiles.

*A Few Months Later*

"They all think I'm a weirdo!" I throw the newspaper on Namjoon's desk. He picks it up and reads the headline.

'FAMOUS RAPPER AND PRODUCER, KIM NAMJOON, HAS A TRANSGENDER HUSBAND. IS KIM SEOKJIN A WEIRD MAN?'

"Am I a freak Joonie?" I sniffle.

"Of course you aren't honey. Don't listen to a thing that those reporters say, or write." Namjoon says. "You're beautiful, inside and out."

"R-Really?" I ask.

"Really. You're perfect Kim Seokjin."

It's probably horrible, so I apologize for that.