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Namjoon : [leans against the wall flirtatiously] [leans too far] [falls over]
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Study Nerd’s Mixtape
1. Lost in the Stars: Thousands of Miles by Kate Lindsey and Baptiste Trotignon
2. Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven
3. Sleeping Dogs by Lambert
4. Unsent Love Letters by Elena Kats-Chernin
5. Erla’s Waltz by Lavinia Meijer
6. Children’s Corner by Claude Debussy
7. 365 Fresh by Triple H
8. Steal Your Heart by Unit Black
9. SOFA by Deepflow, SUMIN, and Nucksal
10. All I Wanna Do by Jay Park, Hoody and Loco
Meetings Over Coffee--Namjoon&Jungkook
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Smiling at the friendly waiter as he placed the croissant in front of him, Namjoon took a bite and instantly felt the warm buttery flavor explode in his mouth. This was definitely the right choice. The man seems to be listening intently to every word that comes out of Namjoon’s mouth, something that makes him feel a rush of gratitude towards him, which is an emotion that Namjoon has rarely felt, if ever. He couldn’t remember the last time he had participated in a conversation that had been this long and involved. Usually conversations with Namjoon were quick and to the point.
Realizing the man had asked him a question, Namjoon hastily replied, “Ah yes, I really appreciate lovely things and I had seen so many pictures of latte art that I decided to try my hand at it. However, I’m not that skilled at it, mine always turn out mediocre at best, but it’s become sort of a hobby of mine and it is relaxing, so I keep at it. But I can never imagine someone actually finding one of my creations pleasing.” Blushing at his self-deprecating statement, Namjoon sincerely hoped that the waiter didn’t mistake it as him searching for praise. After all it would be foolish to look for a compliment for something the other had never seen him do right? Right? The waiter wouldn’t mistake him? Or would he?
After listening to the male’s comments, Namjoon nods and replies, “Oh yes I’ve been meaning to get a hand mill. I’ve been searching for new tools to add to my coffee making collection, and since I like my coffee black, a hand mill seems like the perfect item for me.” Suddenly realizing that the male had also offered to hang out with him, almost gave Namjoon a heart attack. It had been ages since someone had actually expressed interest in wanting to get to know him better and become closer to him. Stuttering slightly as he quietly answered the other male Namjoon said,” Oh, um y-y-you can come over a-a-anytime, um I should probably give you my number right?” Quickly scribbling his number on a piece of paper, Namjoon handed it to the waiter, smiling slightly as he did so. Quickly recovering himself, he replied,” Ah yes, I’m currently getting my graduate degree in neuroscience and I work at the clinic as in intern in order to practice my skills, we can always talk more about it if we meet up right? Medicine isn’t entirely entertaining though, I don’t want to bore you with it.”
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“How’s the croissant?”
When the customer takes the time to talk about his hobbies, Jungkook finds it strange that he knows exactly what this male is talking about. He’s seen one or too many pictures of amazing latte art on the internet. He admits that he spent one Saturday evening just checking out pictures and videos of said artwork. However, he’s never thought about trying it. Jungkook listens as the man calls his latte art “mediocre.” He adds, “We all have to start somewhere, right?”
For a moment, the male seems shocked when Jungkook asks to hang out with him. Maybe he said something wrong? Maybe they should just keep a waiter-customer relationship for now. He blinks when the customer says that Jungkook can come over any time. He watches as he scribbles something onto a piece of paper. He accepts the piece of paper and gives him a little smile. Jungkook takes a look at the note. “So your name is Namjoon?” His large eyes watch the customer’s actions.
“Maybe I can bring over my hand mill and you can try it out.” He remembers always getting criticism from Seokjin for barely having any kitchen supplies but at least he has a simple coffee maker and a hand mill.
Neuroscience? This guy is amazing. He knows about coffee and he’s smart? “That’s cool. I study music and dance which probably isn’t that impressive to you.” He continues, “At least you know what you want to do. I’m not even sure about my future yet.” Jungkook thinks medicine is interesting but he probably doesn’t have the discipline to be a pre-med student. “I don’t want to bore you with music and dance either.”
He should probably leave Namjoon to enjoy his espresso and croissant. “I should get back to work. If you need me, I’ll be over there.” He gestures towards the counter.
Quickly responding to Jungkook’s question, he replies, “Ah the croissant is delicious, thank you for recommending it!”
Smiling at the other male’s encouraging and positive response to his self-deprecating comment about latter art, Namjoon thought that this was one of the first time’s that an acquaintance hadn’t used the opportunity to put him down and instead turned the interaction into something positive. It occurred to him that this actually seemed to be turning into something besides a waiter-customer relationship, this guy could maybe become his friend!
“Oh of course um please come over anytime you’d like! I’d love to try out any coffee tools that you might have. we could do um what’s it called again... AH an exchange of sorts? I think that might be fun, um but maybe that’s boring for you? Considering you work all day long with coffee. Um just let me know I guess.” Giving the waiter an awkward smile, Namjoon wonders for the millionth time if he’s being too pushy. After all he just met the guy, maybe it really is weird to hand out your number after just meeting someone. The thoughts churned around and around in his brain, sending Namjoon into increasing bouts of panic.
Taking a deep breath, Namjoon gave the guy a small smile, better to not come off too neurotic after the first meeting. His mother always yelled at him for being too uptight, maybe that’s all he would ever be.
“Woah, you’re a dancer and a musician? Dude that’s amazing I’m so bad with rhythm I swear I have two left feet sometimes. Music for me goes in one ear and out the other. I’m impressed, I mean we all have different skills right? You seem loads more impressive them um me. I mean I sometimes feel like my future’s all planned out for me, I’m envious that you still have your options open. And don’t worry about boring me, I’m sure neruoscience isn’t your idea of a scintillating conversation either.” The conversation had confirmed that Namjoon already knew, that this guy was cooler than he’d ever be. He probably had no trouble connecting with people at all. His phone was probably filled with contacts unlike Namjoon’s measly 12 contacts, mostly made up of coworkers, his mom, and classmates.
Letting out a small grin, Namjoon nodded. “Go right ahead sorry for distracting you, I’ll get in touch with you later. Thank you for talking with me for so long!” Slumping back in his seat, Namjoon watched his coffee swirl into countless patterns, making sure to keep an eye on the barista at the counter.
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Another lazy day at the bakery– ever since Krystal was ‘hired’ in such place, she does nothing more than to serve one pastry and maybe a coffee and then nap like she worked for hours long. However there was no concern in her mind since she knew Tohil needed her, she was they cause of the success of his business, so she shamelessly abused that. After all she was not sleeping for free, she was paying with her magic as the huge luck charm she was thanks to her origins. So he really couldn’t complain, she was literally doing her job which was just be there, plus he had other workers.
though, someone entered the shop and the bell hanging from it snapped her out of her beauty nap– sharply straightening up from the counter at the noise, almost jumping all the way up to the ceiling since she was startled. Widening her eyes and gasping, she then rubbed her face and instantly hissed in protest, but apparently everyone was on break so she has no other option than to assit the customer, and not because she was polite, but because she wanted him to leave so she could sleep again as the grumpy kitten she was. “What– aah” Her words were interrupted by one adorable yawn before she could continue. “What can I get you?”
Glancing at the red haired woman in front of him, Namjoon let out a small smile, it was blatantly obvious that she had just woken up from a long nap. “Ah um excuse me miss I was just trying to buy a few croissants, but it seems that I came at the wrong time, I’m sorry.” Placing some crisp bills in front of her, Namjoon pointed at the particular type of croissant that he wanted to buy, leaning back as he did so in order to read the menu better. Letting out a sigh, Namjoon stared out the window. This day seemed even slower than usual, the clouds passing over the sun briefly before moving along.
Thinking back on it, he realized that he had never seen this woman before, even though he frequented the bakery quite regularly. Having no clue who she was, he attempted to sneak a peek at her name tag, Krystal standing out in sparkling metallic letters. Clearing his throat, Namjoon muttered, “I um believe I haven’t introduced myself properly, I’m Namjoon. I’m a regular here, but I’ve never seen you? Are you new here? Or am I not as much of a star customer as I thought I was?” Chuckling lightly, Namjoon raised his eyebrows as he awaited her answer.
’ Why don’t you just stay here? ’
“What? Boss I cannot sleep on your couch. I mean sure my home’s going under renovations because someone blasted a hole in my wall, but I couldn’t intrude on you like that, it just wouldn’t be right, I mean you probably have other things to do and I know I would just distract you and...” Feeling himself beginning to ramble, Namjoon clamped his mouth shut, putting a hand over it for good measure. Apollo had been nice enough to lend him a place to stay for the week, but Namjoon wasn’t entirely comfortable with hanging around his perverted boss who was definitely inclined towards harassment. He didn’t have anything against the sun god, it’s just Apollo’s boisterous, loud personality was exactly the type that immediately conflicted with Namjoon’s shy one. He couldn’t even begin to imagine all the things Apollo could subject him to for the 7 days and 3 hours that Namjoon would be living at his place. However, being the lowly intern that he was, he pretty much had no money available to pay for a hotel and no close enough friends to speak of that he could say with. Sighing as he accepted his fate, Namjoon fluffed up the pillow that his boss had given him, and promptly turned the other way, muttering a thank you in the process. Here’s to hoping that Apollo would leave him alone long enough, to actually get a good night’s sleep.
’ You know, I endorse this. ’
“Endorse me doing the possibly stupidest thing I’ve ever done? Why in the name of Zeus would I ever go streaking outside where literally the entire world can see me?” Looking from Wheein to their waiter and back again, Namjoon could feel the familiar signs of a panic attack coming on. The cold sweat, the racing heart, the overall feeling of death. Why had he ever let Wheein attempt to break him out of his shyness using her various methods? All of which had him wanting to vomit from the second he heard them. The waiter at the cafe they had gone to had a little whispering session with Wheein and came back with the bright idea of having Namjoon go streaking in an attempt to break him out of his funk. Their eagerness towards the idea had him shivering in his seat and he regretted asking for Wheein’s help in such a private matter. After all, she could be a bit too.....free-spirited for his liking and this idea fit that characteristic of hers to a T. Of course, Wheein of all people would argue that this was a way to connect with the Mother Gaia and feel more comfortable in his body but all Namjoon wanted to do was run home and hide under his covers. There was no way in Hell or Heaven for that matter that he would ever willingly show his nude figure to randos on the street. “Wheein I adore you, but you must be clinically insane. You could not pay me to do this, never in a million bajillion zillion years! You’re obviously having strange ideas, intense hallucinations, and severe memory trauma. I think it’s best if we submit you to the clinic for a check up on your mental health. You must not be feeling well at all.” Shivering slightly in his seat, Namjoon attempted to create as much space between him and the crazed looks Wheein and their waiter were giving him.
’ That’s where I was living before. ’
“Where were you living before?” Namjoon murmured in a confused tone. Out of all the gods, Phobetor was the one who confused him the most. He dealt mainly in nightmares, giving Namjoon a perfect excuse to stay away from him, as the demigod got horrible ones every night. Besides the fact that Namjoon knew many facts about the other gods and goddesses, but seemed to know nothing when it came to this particular god. Not that this was a bad thing, considering Phobetor’s powers, but Namjoon felt bad for the man as he didn’t seem to have many close friends. Deciding to give him the benefit of the doubt, he followed the god further into the ruins, paying close attention to make sure nothing fishy happened. After all, he had enough nightmares during the evening, he didn’t need to have some during the day too.
’ Alright. No cruising guys tonight. ’
Rolling his eyes, Namjoon groaned, “As if Jeonghan, I have other more important things to do with my time, than flirt with a bunch of half-witted guys. Besides can’t we just watch a movie or play video games instead?” If there was anything he hated more than people in general it was flirting with them. Whoever came up with the concept of flirting must have been really bored, because to Namjoon it seemed like a waste of time and effort. He was shy in the first place which was why he got along with Jeonghan so well. The guy didn’t force him to talk and was down with just hanging out inside instead of going out to go clubbing or god knows what.
Giving Jeonghan a small smile, Namjoon murmured, “Besides I rented all the James Bond films from a sketchy website online, don’t tell me you want to miss out on that?”
’ I’m neither a slut nor am I going to be shamed by someone. ’
Startled, Namjoon looked towards the secretary of the Gemini Clinic sitting at the desk next to him. This sudden outburst was quite uncommon for the normally cool and collected demigod, making Namjoon raise his eyebrows questioningly. “I’ve never said you were anything of the sort Taemin, although your romantic habits are quite different than mine. If I so much as implied that you were promiscuous I deeply apologize. However, I agree that you shouldn’t let someone else judge your habits. Live your truth, just don’t involve me in it. You know how much I hate drama, especially of the romantic sort.”
Satisfied with his answer, Namjoon turned away and went back to work. After all these forms wouldn’t write themselves.
’ I need you to tell me the truth about something. ’
“The truth about what?” Namjoon gave the demigoddess a confused look, he had never really interacted with her before and saw no reason why she would divulge her private matters to him. Then again Namjoon seemed to attract all kinds of weird people, each wanting something different from him.
He had been trying to quietly read his book in the library but it seems that this girl wouldn’t leave him alone without an answer. Sighing, he turned to face her, closing his book in the process. “Yes miss how may I help you? I don’t know if I even know the truth you’re searching for but I’ll attempt to help you find it.” Wringing his fingers nervously, Namjoon waited for her answer.
° * ———— RIVERDALE SENTENCE STARTERS.
’ What? Sardonic humor is just my way of relating to the world. ’ ’ Can I borrow the truck for the drive-in? ’ ’ Ah okay. Isn’t there a nice gay kid at your school? ’ ’ We both know what goes in those woods. ’ ’ Alright. No cruising guys tonight. ’ ’ I learned that from the Nancy Drew detective handbook. ’ ’ What would your Holy Roller mother say about this, _____? ’ ’ And where did you get those thigh-high boots? They’re amazing. ’ ’ My type? Definitely. ’ ’ But you’ve got more demons than The Exorcist. ’ ’ Is it true what they say about your dad? ’ ’ Does everyone here know? ’ ’ That he’s the devil incarnate? I stand by my father. ’ ’ I’m asking you now, right now, if you love me, or even like me? ’ ’ I can’t give you the answer you want. ’ ’ I’ve never been good enough for you. ’ ’ I’ll never be good enough for you. ’ ’ You are so perfect. I’ve never been good enough for you. ’ ’ That’s where I was living before. ’ ’ Why the hell aren’t you living at home? ’ ’ Truth is things aren’t great at home. ’ ’ He/she keeps promising that he/she will get his/her act together. ’ ’ Screw that! Live with me. ’ ’ It’s temporary. I’m going to figure something out. ’ ’ Just don’t tell anybody, especially not _____. ’ ’ She’s/he’s not going to care. ’ ’ Well, exactly. Don’t tell her/him either. ’ ’ Why did you leave the home? ’ ’ You could’ve really hurt yourself. ’ ’ I couldn’t just stay there, waiting for someone who was never going to show. ’ ’ I don’t have any money. I don’t have anything. ’ ’ Why don’t you just stay here? ’ ’ They made that very clear, and that’s not what I want. ’ ’ There’s no more stigma. ’ ’ You don’t know what they’ll do. ’ ’ I won’t have my baby raised in a home that doesn’t want it. ’ ’ I cannot lose you again. ’ ’ I’m not kidding, the clothes off our backs. ’ ’ Like it meant nothing. Like it was nothing. Like I was nothing. ’ ’ And you want my help to give it to your boy/girlfriend? ’ ’ I was going to apologize to you. ’ ’ Honey, I can’t agree to that. ’ ’ I don’t want any part of it. ’ ’ You weren’t at the drive-in. ’ ’ Where were you? ’ ’ You think that he/she has the stomach for that?! ’ ’ You’re sounding crazy just like your sister/brother. ’ ’ I didn’t get the memo we were adding another voice to the mix. ’ ’ So that makes me…what then…backup? ’ ’ I mean, you were just doing this as a favor to me, right? ’ ’ You literally have zero loyalty. ’ ’ Everyone else is…disposable. ’ ’ You know…maybe it’s not such a bad thing to try a new voice? ’ ’ You know how your father feels about pop music. ’ ’ I understand, and I won’t. ’ ’ Because if you do, he/she will somehow blame me. ’ ’ I feel like I don’t even know who my mom and dad are anymore. ’ ’ Is this your playing hand? ’ ’ And yet, stop punishing yourself while you’re at it. ’ ’ I got slammed because I didn’t know the play. ’ ’ You know, I endorse this. ’ ’ I’ve had my seven minutes of heaven with ________. ’ ’ God knows what you’d say. Something to humiliate us? ’ ’ Every town has one, the spooky house that all the kids avoid. ’ ’ Linked in death even as they were in life. ’ ’ It’s off-brand and it sends a false message of acceptance. ’ ’ You got a date? ’ ’ There is no record of her/him before that. ’ ’ Facebook, her/him Linked In account…they were all created a year ago. ’ ’ Where did you find all this? ’ ’ The deep web, the dark internet. ’ ’ Check it, it’s all online…simple Googling. ’ ’ What’s happening out there? ’ ’ What’s happening out there? Do we know? Is it about me? ’ ’ Do we know? Is it about me? ’ ’ You do you, girl/boy. I’ll be back. ’ ’ What was it like before she/he got here? ’ ’ What was it like before she/he got here? I honestly cannot remember. ’ ’ No longer lactose intolerant, I see. ’ ’ Oh, you don’t even know, do you? ’ ’ The things they’re saying about your daughter/son at school? ’ ’ Slut-shaming. It’s what they call it when sluts get shamed. ’ ’ You should be writing about the real story. ’ ’ And who shot that gun on July 4? ’ ’ What the hell is a “Sticky Maple”? ’ ’ No, _______, it’s a slut-shaming thing. ’ ’ I’m neither a slut nor am I going to be shamed by someone. ’ ’ Does he/she really think he/she can get away with this? ’ ’ Does he/she not know who I am?! ’ ’ I will cut the brakes on his supped-up phallic symbol. ’ ’ I need you to tell me the truth about something. ’ ’ Will he/she be able to make a living at it? ’ ’ You’re here for me, aren’t you? ’ ’ You’re here for me, aren’t you? Because of the autopsy? ’ ’ We don’t need to do this in front of your classmates. ’ ’ No, that won’t be necessary. ’ ’ Back to no texting. What about you? ’ ’ I’m back to being the shallow, toxic rich bitch who ruins everything in her path. ’ ’ Is this…how you feel about…is it real? ’ ’ It is. It is real. Maybe it’s not right, but it’s real. ’ ’ I’m “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” but this place is strictly “In Cold Blood.” ’ ’ I’m filled with dread. ’ ’ Game changer - ________ got hot! ’ ’ Six more reasons for you to take that ginger bull by the horns tonight. ’ ’ He’s got abs now. Six more reasons for you to take that ginger bull by the horns tonight. ’ ’ Is cheerleading still a thing? ’ ’ Is being the gay best friend still a thing?! ’ ’ What is a “Chock'lit Shoppe” and why does it sell burgers?! ’ ’ We are all on the spectrum but my gay-o-meter says you should stick with what you know best…girls/boys. ’
’ Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. ’
“Secret?” Namjoon looked around alarmed. “What secret? I told you a secret? I’m pretty sure I didn’t though, I barely know you. Wait, did someone else… tell you a secret about me?!” Feeling himself getting increasingly more paranoid as thoughts of what this secret could be about swirled in his head. He didn’t even know this man, yet somehow he had information on Namjoon and that alone was enough to freak him out. Grasping the man’s shirt collar in an uncharacteristically violent way, Namjoon brought his face close towards the other man’s. “You better tell me how you know this secret right now, or else I’ll find some way to make you pay!”
°• ♢ ———— LEGALLY BLONDE SENTENCE STARTERS.
’ The rules of hair care are simple and finite. ’ ’ Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. ’ ’ Happy people just don’t shoot their husbands/wives, they just don’t. ’ ’ Whoever said orange was the new pink was seriously disturbed. ’ ’ There’s nothing I love better than a dumb blonde with Daddy’s plastic. ’ ’ My cousin had that once. Apparently you get a really bad rash on your… ’ ’ I don’t need back-ups. I’m going to Harvard. ’ ’ Well then, you’ll need excellent recommendations from your professors. ’ ’ Trust me, I can handle anything. ’ ’ Why are you going to throw that all away? ’ ’ Oh, sweetheart, you don’t need law school. ’ ’ I’m going to get the love of my life back. ’ ’ I just liked to watch him/her change the filter. ’ ’ Did you see him/her? He’s/she’s probably still scratching his/her head. ’ ’ I feel comfortable using legal jargon in everyday life. ’ ’ I can’t believe you just called me a butthead. ’ ’ I don’t think anybody has called me a butthead since the 9th grade. ’ ’ Why didn’t you call me? ’ ’ Uh. I’m sorry. I just hallucinated. ’ ’ Excuse me. ’ ’ I’m sorry? ’ ’ You got into Harvard Law? ’ ’ What? Like it’s hard? ’ ’ Pooh bear, just get in the car. ’ ’ You’re gonna ruin your shoes. ’ ’ Sorry for what? ’ ’ Well this is so much better than that! ’ ’ Excuse me, I have some shopping to do. ’ ’ So, when did you wanna go out? ’ ’ We spent a beautiful night together and I haven’t heard from you since. ’ ’ Well, forget it. I’ve spent too much time crying over you. ’ ’ Because I’m not a Vanderbilt, suddenly I’m white trash? ’ ’ You’re breaking up with me because I’m too… blonde? ’ ’ I’m a middle aged, high school drop out with stretch marks and a fat ass. ’ ’ Well, no. That’s not entirely true… ’ ’ Then what? My boobs are too big? ’ ’ So what’s a girl/boy to do? ’ ’ What? Practically deformed? ’ ’ This is what I need to become. ’ ’ Don’t stomp your little last season Prada shoes at me, honey. ’ ’ I got up. Got a latte. Went to the gym. Got a perm and came home. ’ ’ We all tried to talk her out of it. Curls weren’t a good look for her. ’ ’ Objection, why is this relevant? ’ ’ I have a point, I promise. ’ ’ I suspect you weren’t because your curls are still intact. ’ ’ How would you feel if your father married someone who was your age? ’ ’ If you’re going to let one stupid prick ruin your life… you’re not the girl I thought you were. ’ ’ Oh, my God, the bend and snap works every time! ’ ’ All those opposed to chafing, please say “Aye”. ’ ’ How was your first class? ’ ’ All people see when they look at me is blonde hair and big boobs. ’ ’ So, if you don’t know an answer they’re just gonna kick you out. ’ ’ Hey, well, don’t you look like a walking felony. ’ ’ There’s like a judge and everything… and jury people. ’ ’ Is that the only interaction you two have ever had? ’ ’ No! Sometimes I say “okay” instead of “fine.” ’ ’ Excuse me, I’m sorry… are you here to see me? ’ ’ I promised her, and I can’t break the bonds of sisterhood. ’ ’ This is a murder investigation! Not some scandal at the sorority house! ’ ’ Geez! Could I be any more goddamn spastic? ’ ’ Are you one of my lawyers? ’ ’ You’ve just won your case. ’ ’ Well thank God one of you has a brain. ’ ’ If anyone found out about this, I would be ruined! ’ ’ I would rather go to jail than to lose my reputation! ’ ’ Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. ’ ’ No more boring suits or pantyhose, I’m trying to be somebody I’m not. ’ ’ I think it gives it a little something extra, don’t you think? ’ ’ I know, I thought that was very… classy of you. ’ ’ This is gonna be just like senior year, except for funner! ’ ’ I’m never going to be good enough for you, am I? ’
Are You Ready? || Namjoon + Seokjin
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Seokjin cocked his head. “Why are you calling me hyung?” he asked curiously.
“Anyways, that compliment: I’ll take it and run with it. Thanks.” He smiled. “And I’m glad you like the set. Is the color okay?” Seokjin was wearing a red set almost exactly like it, and didn’t mind switching, if that was what Namjoon would prefer. They were both cotton and fluffy cotton, at that, so comfort wouldn’t be an issue. Perhaps if his own set were pink there’d be a slight problem, but even that wouldn’t be too difficult for Jin to let go of. He had a gigantic basket of yarn at home, and at least half of the skeins were varying shades of pink. (But most of the pink was still baby pink.)
He sniffled at the biting winter air, wincing when the sudden movement drove cold pinpricks through his plump, frozen cheeks. “We should hurry,” he murmured. “Before my face falls off.”
The theatre wasn’t too far away now, and if they both spedwalked, they could make it there within ten minutes. Seokjin just longed to be warm again.
Feeling a light blush stain his cheeks, Namjoon smiled and murmured, “Sorry Jin, sometimes I forget that you’re younger, not older than me whoops. Anyway I meant everything I said, and I love the set, the color is perfect. As long as it keeps me warm I’ll like it.” Namjoon let out a soft chuckle, Jin could doubt himself too much sometimes.
Catching sight of the neon lights of the movie theater, Namjoon grabbed Jin’s arm and started walking faster so they could get good seats. After all the movie started in 15 minutes and it wouldn’t do to be stuck in the front craning their necks to see what was going on. Opening the door to the theater, Namjoon waited for Jin to go inside before he went in, as Jin had purchased the tickets way in advance, something that was typical for his friend. After showing their tickets, Namjoon followed the other to the snack counter making sure to buy a large popcorn and lots of candy.
At last, he found himself sitting in the middle row, with Jin by his side. Namjoon had been looking forward to see this particular movie for ages, it was the newest action movie featuring superheros, ninjas, hot chicks, tons of weapons, and basically anything you could ever want in an action movie. Jin had surprised him with these tickets a couple of weeks ago and ever since then, he had been looking forward to the day when he could finally see it in theaters. Smiling softly to himself, Namjoon turned towards the screen just as the previews began to start up.
"Why did you steal my cotton candy heart?"
Blushing at the question from the short girl in front of him, Namjoon quickly replied, “Ah I’m sorry Miss Hayi, that was certainly not my intention, I’d feel deeply regretful if you have any painful feelings regarding this topic. But I just want you to know you’ve become a really good um friend of mine. So I hope you um decide to trust me with your heart, I promise I’ll be gentle with it.” Scratching the back of his head awkwardly, Namjoon gave a bashful smile to the girl next to him as he reached out his other hand to slowly wrap around hers. The past few days he had spent getting to know Hayi had been some of his favorites, so he sincerely hoped that she liked hanging out with him as much as he enjoyed hanging out with her.
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Namjoon looked up startled at the sudden and very loud presence of the bright yellow haired demigod sitting in front of him. And it wasn’t just her voice that was loud, her clothes were too. She screamed confidence, in a way that Namjoon wished he possessed as well. He could never imagine just plopping himself right down in front of a stranger but this weird girl had no qualms about doing it. She even looked as if she was enjoying herself.
Carefully he closed the neuroscience textbook in front of him, placing his pen behind his ear. Namjoon knew he had to go about this conversation properly, as he didn’t want to push her away, but at the same time he couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous in her presence. After all it had been so long since he had even talked to a girl much less had one specifically approach him. To say he was inexperienced in how to have conversations with the other gender was an understatement. After all his mother had kept him sheltered pretty much his entire childhood and well into his teenage years. Mentally cursing himself for being so awkward and hoping he wasn’t making her uncomfortable, Namjoon slowly opened his mouth to speak.
“Ah thank you very much Miss. It’s a pretty rare item, but I managed to snag the last one about a year ago at Dongdaemun Market in Seoul. It took me ages to find one, but I’m sure they’ve produced more of them since then. To be honest I’m really happy to have found another Ryan fan. There don’t seem to be many around these parts.” With that said Namjoon gave her a quick smile, already expecting her to leave once hearing his awkward nervous voice.
the demigoddess awaited for his reply with wide eyes full of focus on the boy in front of her. she drank up his words, nodding along. wheein tended pour all of her focus onto the person she managed to drag into conversation, blinding them with her positively shining grin. ❝ ah, really? i hope they made more, because it looks so cute! i’ve never been to seoul ━ actually, i’ve never been to many places outside of the island, but it sounds really cool. what’s seoul like? people have said that it’s like the downtown here, but bigger. is there more ryan merch there? ❞
wheein returned the flash of a smile with her own, eyes crinkling with the action. ❝ same! mount pheonix doesn’t sell much of ryan stuff, but i hoard what little they have here. he’s so cute and squishy and it’s so easy to become obsessed with him; you should see my room, it’s covered with ryan. ❞ she chuckled, thinking back to various plushies that covered her bed. her apartment didn’t need anymore clutter, already filled to the brim with various flora and books strewn across the area, but wheein couldn’t help but build a small collection of the cute bear character.
there was a pause before wheein uttered a small ❝ oh! ❞ and giggled at herself. ❝ i’m jung wheein, by the way, if you were wondering. your hair is so cool. ❞ small talk came easy to the short girl, her friendly an extroverted personality givng her the ability to connect easily to those she greeted with her sometimes ( okay, all the time ) overwhelming eagerness.
It was impossible to avoid the demigoddesses infectious grin, as Namjoon felt the corners of his lips quirking up the more he looked at her. Smiling softly at her reply, Namjoon nodded, “Ah yes I’m sure they made more of them since then, if you like next time I manage to find myself in Seoul I could maybe pick you up one? That is if you don’t mind not going with me to choose it yourself. Um if I had to describe Seoul in one word it would be busy and loud. It’s always bustling there and it can make one quite claustrophobic if they’re not used to place like that. But the good thing is there’s Ryan merch on practically ever street corner, it’s one of my favorite places in the world because of that.”
Hearing Wheein talk about plushies reminded him of his own various collections: he had already collected almost all the merch from the KKT characters, but now he was moving on to Sanrio and god knows how much time and money that would take him. His apartment was small enough as it was and although he knew he couldn’t fit any more collections in there, Namjoon was determined to do so, even if that meant proving himself wrong. He said quietly, “I know it’s so disappointing, I was really hoping that the plushie business would expand over the last few months but it hasn’t seemed to have done so. If I wasn’t a doctor I probably would’ve opened up my own plushie shop by now, but alas I’m too busy with my studies to do so. Ryan is my favorite, but I’ve become obsessed with Chococat now as I recently started a Sanrio collection in addition to my other ones. You should check it out, they’re really cute characters from Japan.”
Blushing at her sudden compliment, Namjoon could feel him slump lower in his seat, almost wanting to fold in on himself. He was very introverted, almost to a fault and felt embarrassed even just speaking to people, much less when they decided to suddenly compliment him. “Thank you um Wheein, I’m glad you ah like it, it’s become a h-h-hobby of mine to dye my hair different colors every now and then.”