BTS BXB One-shots (eng)

Namjin: Pulchritūdō

A/N: Hi guys! After a long break, I'm back again :) I'm so done with WTT, it has been getting on my nerves since this morning  - _ -  I hope you'll enjoy this story. No warnings ahead.

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Jin knew he was handsome and many people told him so. He was aware of the beautiful face and if the author of this story was supposed to write all the (not only physical) gorgeous features he had, this story would be probably endless.

Sometimes, he got a lot of praise and his life was easier in certain ways thanks to his looks. He got a job as a model, which (except for the dieting) was pretty simple, and he received countless gifts and date invitations. He got away with a lot of things and sometimes even a cute pout would gain him a good grade or a free coffee.

But there was also the other side of the coin.

This beauty carried its own curse which was constantly making the boy unhappy. The curse that he didn't know how to reverse or turn off and he would give all the beauty away just to stop it.

Everyone who fell in love with him died.

And that meant that he would never feel anyone's love.

He had been sad and devasted but as the time went on, he had gotten used to it - used to the loneliness and emptiness. He hadn't wanted to pity himself or hate himself. He still had wanted to have fun.

So that was what he did. He went on dates and hooked up with people. It didn't matter if they were men or women. He had never fallen in love, all the meetings and intimate moments didn't carry any value for him whatsoever. Yes, sometimes someone accidentally died, especially if they have been on multiple dates but Jin always shrugged it off, pushing it to the back of his mind.

Having fun was not the only reason why he did this. He was afraid. Afraid that he himself would fall in love with this one specific person.

Jin didn't have many friends. There was only one person, which held a very special place in his heart. Could it be called love? Maybe. But Jin didn't want to admit it to himself.

It was his childhood best friend Namjoon. They had met in the first grade and they had been inseparable ever since. They had gone to a middle school and a high school together and their colleges had been only an hour away from each other. They had kept in touch the whole time and now, both graduates, they lived only a few minutes away.

Their friendship had always been very... loving, too loving for being called 'friends'. They held each other's hand in public, hugging was very common and when they got drunk, they often had these hot make-out sessions. And when the loneliness got to them, they pushed it a little further and things went from 0 to 100 real quick.

There was no problem though. They were both single adults.

And although they were so close, Namjoon didn't know about the secret of the older.

Jin was afraid that if he knew, he would ruin their relationship and Namjoon would hate him and leave him. And he loved the other too much.

Loved?

Loved...

"And I don't like dogs."

Jin stared at the woman in front of him.

"Well, I guess we can end it here then," he said, finishing his glass of wine. The woman's eyebrows rose to the roof.

"What?"

"Bye," he said and got up, placing the money on the table and walking out.

He breathed out when he stood outside. His eyes fell on the sky, which was painted with many shades of purple, orange and blue. He looked at the time on his phone.