Sweet Tooth | k.nj. ✔

십삼: no man's land

Namjoon's grip on the glass door handles stiffened as he began to violently undulate them back and forth. His patience was getting thinner by every passing second, inciting him to finally submit to his curiosity before the situation took a much worse turn.

With his eyelids batting wildly in frenzy, Namjoon pitched a few pensive glances around before yelling out, "Who the fuck is in there? Let me in so that you can come clean while I still haven't changed my mind. Because once I do end up losing my marbles, I won't give up until you're thrown behind the bars for illegal trespassing!"

However, when not even a low rumble emerged from the other side, Namjoon's composure hit the skids— the very set of circumstances that he had all along been striving to circumvent. He paced across the length of the constricted verandah that constituted the entrance of Youngmi's clinic, dread simultaneously de-bossing onto his features. With absolutely no expedient spawning in his brain as to how to deal with the unanticipated, Namjoon collapsed onto the granite floor, crouching down as he frustratingly held his head in his hands.

"Ugh!" He elicited a muffled groan, needlessly considerate regarding the behavior expected during the dark hours.

A couple more minutes were forfeited due to Namjoon's ongoing skirmish with the overwhelming consternation with bated breath. But once he collected himself and rose to his feet all determined, all the misspent bit of moments suddenly started to appear worthwhile. Standing erect with a heaving chest, Namjoon whisked his gaze towards the narrow alley that encompassed the No Man's Land between Youngmi's business and her adjacent one. He firmly nodded to himself before rushing into it with an enthusiasm that was not exactly appropriate for the cramped passage.

With a handful of bumps into the bordering walls in the initial phase, Namjoon had soon gotten the hang of it as he slunk through the rest of the path with an unforeseen efficacy. Once reaching the window that was supposed to provide him with an entry into Youngmi's private chamber, Namjoon closed his eyes and drew a long breath in. A calm, new perspective now clouded his mind as he fluttered open his eyelids.

Ramming his elbow into the unbelievably fragile glass pane, Namjoon focused on his breathing when a piercing sting swept through his entire arm. The window was successfully splintered in a single go, at least sufficiently enough for him to intrude into the building and apprehend the felon. He instantly hopped onto the sill, thrusting himself in quickly to avoid the possibility of having end up with an escaped miscreant.

Nevertheless, when he looked around for inspection, all his efforts seemed futile to him. Absurdly unavailing. Why would it not be construed as so, when every single object— including the paperweight that remained Youngmi's trademark since the past ten years— struck him as though it had not been touched even slightly by the assumed offender, let alone desecrated by him?

Namjoon had landed himself in a grave trouble, he was aware of that. However, for the episode to develop itself into something slanderous for him was not particularly inevitable. He did overshoot the mark— he sincerely accepted that— but that did not mean he could not rectify his wrongs anymore.