Boys With Fun | bangtan

hidden treasures: Namjoon🖤

___
Pirate Namjoon, gypsy reader, sexual content... this is just so cute yet sad at the same time.

Formatting is centered because I copied and pasted this from a oneshot I turned into its own book. My reasoning for deleting it will be shared at the end.

Enjoy.
___

It was a bright, early morning.

The seas were calm, waters softly swaying the huge pirate ship that rested along the shore as the men desperately tried to capture as much shut-eye as they possibly could.

The ship was packed with many pirates. Some of which were sweaty, some of which were sick, some of which drunks, some of which incredibly horny and some of which extremely bored.

Kim Namjoon was one of the bored ones. He did not walk along the spectrum of those who were drunks because he hated drinking, he was sleepy because he couldn't find it in himself to get much sleep these days, he wasn't sweaty because he made sure to bathe as much as he possibly could.

"Oh my, the birds here are wonderful. Beautiful even." He said, pretty eyes going wide at the sight of the birds dipping in the crevices of tree branches and dropping in the brown, soft sand.

Namjoon smiled in joy, examining the feathered creatures. A journal rested in his lap, ink-feathered pen along his lap as well as he studied the bird.

"What are you doing up so early, eh?" He heard a gruff voice say from behind him, knocking him out of his excitement and bringing him into an alerted state.

He looked to the side to see a grumpy crew mate. His name was Min Yoongi, 27 year old crew mate who was always either sleepy or energetic. There was no in-between.

He, like Namjoon, was an intellectual. He wasn't just any pirate,he studied those around him and kept a sharp eye. Looking for trouble, resources and opportunity that could possibly lie within any direction.

"O-oh! Well...I was just studying this place before we set sail again. I don't think I want to leave."

Yoongi nodded, rubbing his calloused hand down his face as he made his way over to Namjoon. His boots clack against the raggedy ship boards as he made his way over to the younger, taking a seat on the deck since there was really no risk of him falling into the water.

Namjoon looked down at his lap, the empty pages of his journal filling his eye sight.

"I'm not sure that we will be leaving. I think we need to stay for some time longer considering the fact that this beach is stocked with many useful resources. Fruits, meats..."

Namjoon tucked in his lip, already knowing what he meant by "meats". They ate the precious birds along the beaches and any other animals they could get their hands on.

It wasn't like they wanted to. But they needed to, if they wanted to survive.

Namjoon didn't engage in such activities.he hated the idea of eating such precious, such valuable creatures. Harmful is what they were. He didn't eat crabs, he didn't eat the birds.

He liked to eat fruits and drink waters. He liked to eat peanuts and others as such. It was just more convenient to him. None of the other crew mates seemed to mind, although they often teased him on his choice of diet.