under the weather
seokjinxobs:
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Oh yeah. The bucket hat.
As he wanders around,Seokjin tries not to be too put off by the odd smell of the water. This is brand new to him, of course. Heās visited the coast before, but not of his own choice. He tries to jog his memory about when or if heād visited this place, but it yields no results. Seokjin huffs. Whatever.
Seokjin checks the time on his wrist and hums, proud of himself for making it here on time. Heās a punctual kind of guy, but this satisfies him in the strangest sort of way, almost as if itās an accomplishment. āHello?ā He calls out, swaying a little childishly on his feet as he peeks around the area, stopping in front of, well, a boat. āI have an appointment?ā Common sense usually says that this is when people get mugged and assaulted, at an empty dock, by people who jump out of the shadows. Seokjin isnāt a super rich guy. The worst they could do, he thinks, is steal his (stupid) bucket hat. āHello?ā he calls out, louder and more insistent this time. If an answer doesnāt come back, Seokjin thinks to himself as he scuffs his heel on the floor, heāll just go home and demand a refund or something. For the appointment and the bucket hat.
He manages to catch the sound just before dozing off. Jiho springs from his chair with all the livelihood of a crippled sloth. That must be the customer⦠He isnāt too eager to come face to face with another gruff old man whoāll surely give him a mouthful about professionalism and responsibility. He feels bad, but he isnāt in the mood for another lecture from a middle-aged adult. He sighs and emerges around the corner of the cabin.
He pauses for a moment and his eyes lock with the kid. While he doesnāt look too much older or younger than Jiho, he certainly feels like his job has pushed him a few years forward from stressful nights like this, not to mention everything else heās been through. Nonetheless, he stares at the guy with his tired expression that undoubtedly might cause him to be mistaken for an asylum escapee. His hair is ruffled and his eyes are heavy and dry, but looking at this kid on the docks sends a jolt of energy down his spine.
āI..ā
He barely manages to force that much out in one go. The kid has so much excitement in his eyes, a stupid smile of that teeters on the edge of innocence and childhood wonder, and a crooked bucket hat that makes him look like an old man trying to fit in with teenagers. Heās adorable.
He would have a preferred a lecture to something like this.
Jiho brings himself to walk to the side of the boat across from the kid, in spite of his exhaustion and redoubled guilt, and puts a knee up on the railing. He takes a deep breath.
āYou Kim Seokjin?ā He does his best to keep it together. Those eyes are burning right through him. āI-uh, I am-,ā
Jiho would be appalled if he was on the other end of this ordeal. He brings up a hand and quickly slaps himself across the face for a burst of adrenaline.
āIām sorry but the engine is broken! I canāt take you out to sea today!ā
He widens his eyes and does his best to force a smile on to his face. He fails spectacularly, but at least his left cheek is red.










