More Namjin Oneshots

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Namjoon POV

"I don't understand." I girl scoffs. "Why would Seokjin want a slut like him, when he could have me instead?"

"I know right? He's such a whore." Another girl responds.

I frown, and look to the ground as I walk to practice. Yoongi notices my frown, and rushes over to me.

"What's wrong, Joon?" He asks.

"Th-They called me mean names again." I sniffle, fiddling with the end of my skirt. I'm the captain of the cheer team, but a lot of people have told me that I don't deserve it. The girls on the team are really supportive of me though, and are actually really nice!

"Aww, why is Namjoon sad?" Rosé asks.

"Namjoon's sad?" Hyuna looks up from her phone.

"Who made Namjoon sad?" Lisa walls over to us. Eventually, the whole cheer squad is comforting me.

"I'm okay, now." I giggle, feeling a lot better about myself. "We should start practice."

Shortly after practice, Yoongi and I wander over to the locker room entrance, waiting for our boyfriends.

I've been dating Seokjin since the eighth grade. We're in our senior year now. Jungkook and Seokjin finally walk out of the locker room, their football uniforms in their bags.

"Hello, beautiful!" Seokjin smiles, leaning down to kiss me.

"Ew, you're all sweaty." I giggle.

"Look at him. Such a bitch." A girl huffs. My smile disappears, and I move away from my boyfriend. He grabs my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Don't listen to them, doll." He mumbles. "They're a bunch of little assholes."

"I-I heard Irene talking earlier, and she said that you were going to leave me, to date her. That's not....true. Right?" I ask, feeling slightly insecure.

"Of course not! I would never leave you!" He exclaims. "Baby, I plan on marrying you someday. So no, I will not leave you for her."

"Y-You really wanna marry me someday?" I ask, a small blush on my cheeks.

"Of course! I can't imagine a life without you, darling." He says. We start to walk into the school, to grab our stuff. My eyes widen, when we reach my locker. There are words written across them.

Slut
Whore
Go kill yourself, bitch.
Seokjin doesn't want your STDs.
You've spread your legs so much, you probably have many different diseases.

I place a hand over my mouth as I read, to muffle my sobs. I end up turning, and running away from the huge crowd that had gathered. I run into the bathroom, and sit inside a locked stall.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door opens and shuts. "Namjoon? Baby, unlock the door."

"G-Go away." I cry.

"Namjoon, I will break this door down if you don't unlock it." Seokjin says. I stand, and unlock the stall door.

As soon as it opens, Seokjin holds me in his loving embrace. "Shh. It's okay, love." He whispers, as I cry into his shoulder.

"Th-They're so m-mean to m-me." I sob. "I-I don't s-spread my legs, a-and I don't have STDs."

"I know you don't, doll. I know." He sighs. "Let's get your stuff, and go home."

He carries me out of the bathroom, still whispering soothing words into my ear. I hide my face in his neck, too ashamed to face anyone.

"Can I set you down for a minute, baby?" He asks.

"P-Please don't." I sniffle, tightening my grip on his shirt.

"Okay. Shh, don't cry." He whispers, when he feels more tears hit his neck.

"I'm s-sorry, hyung." I hiccup.

"There's nothing to apologize for." He says. He proceeds to carry me to his house.

"Seokjin, honey- Oh my, what happened?!" Seokjin's Eomma gasps, when she sees Seokjin carrying me. Seokjin's Eomma has always been a second mom to me.

"Some kids from school are being complete assholes-"

"Language." She reminds Seokjin.

"Sorry. Anyway, a bunch of kids were being jerks, and they wrote some things on Joon's locker. I took photos, to show the principal." Seokjin hands his Eomma the phone.

"Oh, honey don't listen to them. They're horrible children! You're a perfect boy, Namjoon." Mrs. Kim hugs me. "You look so tired, sweetheart. Why don't you go take a nap with Seokjin. I'll make dinner."

"Thanks, Eomma." I mumble. Seokjin lifts me back up, and carries me upstairs.

"Y-You don't have to carry me anymore." I wipe the remaining tears from my eyes.

"I want to." He kisses my head. He sets me down onto the bed, before climbing in beside me. I rest my head on his chest, his arms holding onto my waist. He covers us both with the blanket.

"Th-Thank you for caring about me, Jinnie." I say. "I-I really love you."

"Angel, I'm your boyfriend. I'm supposed to care about you." He chuckles. "I love you more."