The time when the wind changes and you can feel poetry in the air is autumn. Autumn is also called fall. This time, maybe literally for Namjoon as he falls for the girl with her nose buried in a book. He navigates his small crush on her with crimson...
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🍁 Pairing: writer! Namjoon x hearing-impaired! reader
🍁 Genres: fluff, strangers to lovers, crack
🍁 Summary: The time when the wind changes and you can feel poetry in the air is autumn. Autumn is also called fall. This time, maybe literally for Namjoon as he falls for the girl with her nose buried in a book. He navigates his small crush on her with crimson cheeks, crunch of leaves and the changing winds.
🍁 Warnings: none
🍁 Rating: PG-13
🍁 WC: 8.1k+
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Autumn! Such a beautiful season it is. Crimson leaves and the cooler warmth is carried in the wind. In tandem with spring, fall becomes part of the cycle of loss and regrowth. A season of changes, full of the sweet smell of pumpkins and sun-burnt, crisp leaves found in the breeze. When leaves lull themselves to sleep, autumn wakes.
It was during one such beautiful autumn day, when the world was covered in cobbler crust with brown sugar that Namjoon was biking in the park. He hummed happily as the dried leaves scrunched under the tires of his bicycle, as if softly singing along with him. Dressed casually in a white tee and some baggy jeans, Namjoon felt the breeze whispering in his ears.
He slightly picked up his pace, going past the happy people sitting on benches or blankets on the ground. He kept moving forward until he saw you and was instantly fixated at the sight of you. You were sitting far into the garden under a tree.
The tree was almost bare as all the leaves had fallen off; making it look like the tree had shed its leaves just to make a seat for you. He stopped his bike near one of the benches, the one which was exactly opposite to where you were sitting.
He sat on the bench and let his attention fully focus on you. You had your nose buried in a book while your tongue was slightly poking out of your mouth. Your eyebrows were drawn together in concentration and your tresses teased your eyes, making you blink constantly. The sun danced on your skin, filtered through the partially covered tree, making you look ethereal. Your back was slightly hunched as you balanced your chin on your palm, while your elbow rested on your knee. Your head was slightly tilted to the side, making you look adorable, Namjoon thought.
He had met many interesting people but something about you drew his attention. He saw a smile creeping up your lips and a small 'oh' forming on your lips before you giggled. He couldn't help but smile when he saw you get excited by yourself and turn the page gently.
He liked biking, and today, he was glad he did. He thought you were pretty and wanted to talk to you. Maybe befriend you and then ask you out on a date? His mind went through numerous situations trying to plan the perfect approach, but before he could snap out of his daydreams, he saw you getting up and dusting off your pants.
