Collision || OT7

♤ Ten ♤

This was bad, hella bad. Seriously, what have Youngjae and Yugyeom done!

Namjoon thinks, baffled at the sight in front of him. The brunet couldn't help but feel like a burden to Jackson and his soulmates.

They had already given him a place to stay, along with countless gifts to help him settle in. Namjoon was currently looking for a job, paying them back for their kindness was at the top of his priority list.

Just when he had gotten comfortable on the sofa, on his third day out of the hospital, Youngjae and Yugyeom came bounding towards him.

The two men collectively dragged him off the sofa, muttering something about short, grumpy people and coffee deprived dwarfs, leaving Namjoon thoroughly confused.

They were bundled up in coats by Jinyoung, who claimed that they would get pneumonia despite the fact it was only September, and then subject to an almost hour long drive, courtesy of Jaebum.

The rentable recording studio was covered in records from ceiling to floor, countless names of artists, both Western and Korean, were scattered about. Namjoon barely had time to read a single name before he was ushered into a booth. The two men at his side gave the receptionist a sweet, but eerily similar smile.

Namjoon stared at the equipment, mouth wide open. It was no regular equipment, no this was the latest, state of the art equipment. Equipment that Namjoon had drooling at mere pictures, the focus of one too many wet dreams.

The brunet felt completely out of his element, swallowing thickly when the younger men urged him to sit on the chair. His voice was a whisper when he tried to speak.

"Are you sure it's okay for me to use? It must have cost you so much! I can't use it, what if it breaks!"

Youngjae rolled his eyes.

"Hyung, you're being silly again. It's seriously not all that. Besides, we already paid for it and you're doing this 'cause me and Gyeom wanted it."

Namjoon contemplated this for a moment before agreeing.

"Do you mind leaving me here alone? I work better if I have no distractions."

The two men quickly agreed, telling Namjoon that they would be in the café across the street if they needed him.

Namjoon waited until the coast was clear, allowing himself five minutes of fangirling, before setting to work. Thankfully it didn't take long for him to remake his work, only struggling with the setup for recording on the microphone, thankfully the receptionist helped with that.

After almost an hour and a half Namjoon was done, feeling pleased with his work, he would dare-say it was better than the original. With a nervous heart, he made his way to the café.

Yugyeom leapt out of his seat the minute he made eye contact with Namjoon, dragging a surprised Youngjae along. They haphazardly crossed the road, not bothering to use the crossing Namjoon had used only moments before.

The older man felt his heart beating sickeningly fast as he ran across the road with them. The receptionist gave the trio an almost evil smile as they walked past and Namjoon saw it as a bad omen.

He was suddenly struck with apprehension when he realised that someone was in his little studio room. There was a short, blond male who was facing the computers. His head casually bopped along to the beat, his fingers drumming on the notebook that he had placed on the desk.

When the song was over, he took off the headphones, spinning around to regard the trio that were in the room. Namjoon swallowed nervously, worried about what the stranger thought of his song, wringing his hands together as he tried to avoid eye contact.

The blond hummed, nodding to himself as if to confirm something before he spoke.

"Your song isn't half bad. You could use a vocalist but your singing isn't absolutely horrendous. Lyrics about your foot fetish aside, it's good. You have some real potential."

Namjoon looked up, eyes meeting the blond's, silently asking if that the blond was actually pleased with what Namjoon had created. He nodded in confirmation, making Namjoon smile, his dimples deepening adorably.

The blond stood and Namjoon noticed that he was almost a foot shorter than him. He put out his hand for Namjoon to shake.

"The name's Yoongi, what's yours?"

"Namjoon," the brunet said, before he took the outstretched hand in his own.

The second their palms had touched a shock travelled through their body, it felt like every cell Namjoon's body had simultaneously caught on fire.

The pain was only for a brief second before Yoongi's eyes flashed red, when Namjoon looked down he noticed the name 'Min Yoongi' tattooed on his wrist.

Yoongi dropped his hand like it was hot. Namjoon lost feeling in his legs and promptly fell on his ass. The pair just stared at each other in shock. Yugyeom and Youngjae, who had been oddly quiet during the entire exchange, suddenly began jumping with happiness.

Practically scooping the brunet off the floor and into a suffocatingly tight hug, screaming how Namjoon had found his soulmate. Namjoon broke away from their embrace, stumbling backwards until he hit the wall.

The two younger men stared at him in confusion and the blond was looking at him with an unreadable expression on his face. There was a compressing feeling on Namjoon's chest again and he felt light headed.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this," He choked out, his voice breaking.

The occupants of the room barely had time to blink before the brunet was out the room and running down the unfamiliar streets.