Namjoon looked at the boy sitting beside the window.
Loose strands of his hair had fallen over his eyes, and he made no effort to shove them out of his face. Even though it looked as if he couldn't see, Namjoon was sure he was staring at something outside the window. His eyes seemed to be glued to the thin glass pane, and only a small part of his brown orbs could be seen. But Namjoon was fine with it, even if he couldn't see that beautiful face; his brown eyes carried his whole universe.
The boy was wearing a grey hoodie, which covered him from his wide shoulders till his pale wrists. It was accompanied by black sweatpants which hugged his thighs. He wasn't wearing many accessories; a small but noticeable earring was hanging from his ear hole. Namjoon couldn't see clearly what it was, thanks to his eyesight, but little bit that he made out made him smile.
It was a small flower, the ones which little children drew, and was hanging loosely from his ear. It appeared to be made out of gold, and Namjoon was sure that it was, considering that the boy's father was probably the richest man in town. The hook of the earring moved slightly as the boy removed his gaze from the window. He was now staring at the white board, but it was clearly visible that he wasn't listening to the professor.
The inaudible sound of the words slowly died as Namjoon fell into the image of the boy. His black orbs studied the older's as time ticked, and soon enough, it was only the two of them in the classroom.
Namjoon flinched when the boy's eyes met his but he couldn't bring himself to pull his gaze away. It was almost as if his eyes were glued to the older's by an unknown source, something which probably made his body not listen to himself. No emotions could be seen in the boy's eyes, they were just completely blank. It was as if the older was telling him that his void needed to be filled and he was the only person who could do it.
Seconds turned into minutes as words got exchanged between, without the either of them making any sound. The longer Namjoon stared into those brown orbs, the more he wanted to know what the boy was hiding. Namjoon's eyes widened as pieces slowly started fading from the fragile image. He tried to get up, to know what was happening but he couldn't move; he cursed at himself. Before completely fading away, the boy parted his lips, and even if no words came out, Namjoon could clearly made out what he had said.
Save me
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FanfictionWhen Namjoon looked into the older's brown orbs, he knew those pretty eyes were more than just eclipses of his own reflection. Maybe like the moon. shining bright in the night light, hidden away by the translucent clouds, surrounded by the sprawled...
