sniffingsmurf
He’s walking through a rather crowded street, doing it as fast as possible so he can reach his destination quick, the weather not being his best friend today. Suddenly, there is a person standing right in front of him, making him stop and take out his earphones. “Y-yeah… I’ll do my best. What’s the matter?”
Namjoon bit his lip when a stranger finally stopped, looking genuinely concerned for him. The plan had just been to steal a wallet and then run off so he could eat that evening, but he hated stealing from pleasant humans. Thinking as quickly as he could he stuck his hands into his pockets, hoping to quell the temptation. "Lost." He mumbled, deciding that was the best choice. "Cold. Cold and lost."
















