The Flower I Saw That Day

Morosis : The stupidest of stupidities

VIII)

It's fall already, and Namjoon thinks, as stupid as it may sound, he's actually falling.

He could have pointed that out metaphorically or physically. Though It didn't matter that much anymore. It held no importance afterall. He was falling into something he couldn't quite grasp and as terrifying as it sounded, it was hopelessly addictive. It was warm and sweet. Gentle as the speed of a yellow leaf embracing the earth. Soundless as its death. It wasn't a meteoric rush or euphoric urge. It was just there. It simply dragged him down to hold him there, in the arms of what he always tried to write about.

He sighs, watching another colorful leaf marching its last dance before falling down. He wished Seokjin was here to shut him up and down. He didn't ask for a bullshit poetic view of his own misery and world's natural order anyways.

" 'sry to keep you waiting out there in the cold."

Yoongi calls out to him, his small face and radish colored cheeks hidden behind the huge black scarf secured around his neck. Namjoon Waves his hand off, putting down his notebook.

" No worries Hyung. I think I actually needed this too."

"Hmm? Seems like you've magically made progress while Hyung was away to get you some food."

Yoongi hums, shaking the box of hotteok and ice Americano in his hand dramatically.

" If only I knew Choco Hotteoks would rile you up like that ."

Namjoon lets out a laugh. Taking the box from his hyung's cold hands. It's only October and the weather is already getting so unbearably cold that he has to actually let out a sigh of relief the moment he bites into the freshly out of the oven Hotteok.

" Thanks. But I don't think Hotteoks can make a man write love poems and shit, as mouthwatering as they seem."

Yoongi snorts, taking the notebook to observe the lines of words and rhymes. It's been a habit of theirs to hold their professional meetings and celebrate their song writing process somewhere outside the studio. Somewhere more crowded and less suffocating. Namjoon always appreciated that . Always appreciated fresh air and a good share of food with friends.

" I still can't believe all these words come from the experience of one teensy highschool love that led into one huge ass melodramatic breakup."

Yoongi muses, looking at Namjoon's troubled expression teasingly. Namjoon looks away, mumbling something about how love is nothing but a huge misunderstanding that breaks your heart in two the end .

" True, that."

Yoongi chimes in, already interested in his vague concept.

" But these words, they're not indicating that Namjoon-ah."

" Well in my defense, I've never even experienced that sort of crap!"

Namjoon whines, biting off another crispy warm Chunk of the creamy pancake. Yoongi laughs, taking a sip of his own Americano in ease.

" That was supposed to be a compliment, you idiot."

Namjoon lets out a laugh, shaking his head in despair.

" Fair enough, also didn't Jin Hyung tell you not to drink Americano on empty stomach?"

" Yeah but it's too good to let it control my life. plus you're probably the only person who actually listens to each and every word that comes out of the man's mouth."

Yoongi remarks with a hint of something unknown in his eyes . Something Namjoon was too afraid in the moment to pick on, and he ignores him, turning his attention towards the notebook in his hyung's hands.