Embox. | Namjin

IMPUGN

dispute the truth, validity, or honesty of (a statement or motive); call into question

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Thus the day was coming to an end, Seokjin and Namjoon sat in the car - Seokjin's plush fur coat is something he had picked out at the mall. Everything was okay, yet it's not the question, Seokjin's mind began to race despair filled his heart and mind.

Trauma is all Seokjin could ponder, being in a vehicle with a murderer is scary enough. The unknown scares him even more, Gangnam. Seokjin's never been likely--never would've if Namjoon didn't marry Seokjin.

Make-up ruined by tears he now isn't perfect, perfect is everything and he ruined himself. Seokjin turned on a light, digging for a small mirror trying to make himself presentable - Namjoon's soft snores lightly echoes.

'It can't be too scary, Gangnam may not be that bad' Seokjin smiled thinly turning off said light. He pressed a palm against the window feeling the coldness observing the bright lights of the streets of Cheongdam.

The glimmering breath of twilight sets upon the city causing Seokjin to realize how homesick he really was, fearing, cowering for the future is it healthy? The question is, what the fuck does his father know?

'I need to speak with my father.'

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Seokjin and Namjoon soon arrive in their estate, it was a Hanok - i.e Hanok is the term used to describe traditional Korean houses. But they were in a more remote place the house seems to be Neo- traditional. So he can expect the use of Hanji. "Wow Namjoon...This is amazing." The house was rather expensive, Seokjin feels spoiled.

"Glad you enjoy it." Namjoon smiled, setting bags down on the couch the house was already furnished. Seokjin's mouth was agape he smiled, he never imagined this. But now it was time to confront his father, and make him come clean about everything he did.

But what about what couples usually do after the wedding, should they elope? Seokjin swivels gaze on Namjoon with a flushed expression. Him and Namjoon already talked about the situation, and Namjoon said to him that, he'll wait for Seokjin to learn how to love him.

"Seokjin?" Namjoon stared giving a tight smile, visibly uncomfortable. "S-sorry." Seokjin only thickened his blush, "I'll shower and change." Seokjin bowed, Namjoon came up from behind him grabbing his arm. "Can I join you?" Seokjin squeaked causing Namjoon to squeak also.

"Sure I mean, we are you know and all- and stuff." Seokjin sped through the sentence, Namjoon nodded, "I'll wait until you get out." Namjoon smiled walking away from him.

Seokjin darted towards his room holding his face in his hands. He was so embarrassed he could die! Seokjin got in his room, he set out his clothes, loose plaid blazer pants and plain white button up and black leather belt. With the addition of socks, Seokjin stripped going into the bathroom to turn the shower on.

The warm water allowed him to think properly about Namjoon and the words said in the car.

That evening,
SeokJin looked out the window, Namjoon took puffs of his cigar before snuffing it out. "SeokJin?" He spoke softly SeokJin glanced at him. "I know we just met, and what you saw.." SeokJin gulped, then shuddered his fear kicking in. "It was to show you what I do for work, SeokJin if I'm not honest with you. You cannot be honest with me.."