ɪɴᴄᴇᴘᴛɪᴏɴ | namjin (On Hold)

Chapter 2

A/N: thirsting hours 🔓🤤
Btw the frequent fucking in the chapters is bc of yoongs, thank her 💀 Ouinchi

"Real"
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"Jin, wait!" Seokjin halted in his steps at the exclamation coming from behind him. It was a girl from his chemistry class.

"What is it Ryumin-ssi?" He asked her with honorifics as she was older than him. He immediately knew why she was there for, he sighed as he looked at her hands. Again...

She just handed him the letter, awkwardly told him to accept it and left. This was the fifth letter this week and it was only Tuesday.

His handsomeness is tainting his life, Seokjin sighed again and placed the letter in his locker. Not throwing it because he was respectful. But was he going to read it? Or the other gazillion unread letters piled up in his room? He doesn't know.

Kim Seokjin was pansexual and he was open about it, no matter what anyone else said. He didn't care. But he had a preference of males over other genders so the chances of him falling for a girl was thin.

He just wanted school to end already. He was tired because of staying up late and completing his assignments. Even Yoongi wasn't in town for him to rant to. He was visiting his grandmother in Daegu.

"Fuck my life..." He cursed as he realized he forgot his calculator. Mr. Choi was going to eat him alive.

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"Yoongs, where are you ~?" Seokjin whined and fake cried as soon as he came home. Then collapsed on his bed pouting. He didn't have anyone to rant to.

So he decided he had enough and needs a good nap. Then he drifted off to sleep just as quick as he plopped down. He was tired off his ass, he deserved a rest.

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I love the palace's garden oddly too much. There was a reason, I felt melancholic in the four walls of my chamber. Felt caged. It was nice to come out to breathe.

Especially when even your spouse doesn't pay attention to you. I wouldn't say he didn't, but not as much. I still felt alone and melancholic as an orphan child inside the palace.

As per King Min's orders, I wasn't allowed outside as I'm a 'royal' now. I was probably pouting at this moment, but who cares?

Especially when even your spouse thinks that you wouldn't be safe on your own and wouldn't be able to defend yourself. Lies, excuses.

I felt petty. The flowers and plants were the only living and breathing existence who didn't infuriate or order me. Oddly enough, they comforted me.

I stood up, and as I did, a butterfly sat on top of my nose. I giggled. It was purely white, just like my hanbok. Except for the majestic roses drawn on the hem and bottom.

"I'll name you Moon." I smiled wide at the butterfly even though I knew it couldn't understand me. It was a precious and beautiful creature. I wish I were a butterfly as well.

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Seokjin got startled when suddenly someone embraced him from behind, placing their chin on the crook of his neck. "What are you doing here, beautiful?"

The black haired boy blushed at the endearment, but replied, "Nothing much, I just needed some fresh air." The taller of the two nodded, softly tightening his grip around the ravenette.

Heart, beats fast. Colors and promises. The royal musician and songstress had begun again. Just like everyday.

The violet haired man then proceeded to hold Seokjin's hands, still hugging him from the back. "Would you mind a dance?" He always asked that every day with the silly dimpled smile of his.