Lilly in the grey

The First Step Taken

Sunday greeted Namjoon with grandiose enthusiasm and zest. The ardent admirer hopped hither and thither in anticipation of the eventful meeting, eager for her arrival. 4.30 ticked and he found himself roaming around the cafe under mask to elude any engagement. Should anybody steal one glimpse with alone Jisoo could arouse hardships, much more than by himself. Jisoo, where are you? He strained as time spun seemingly slower. The ever-vigilant celebrity never before threatened his situation like now, balancing on vague shrouds. 

A tiny shadow peeped beside his against the rays of the sun. Jisoo gasped for breaths due to running a lengthy road to reach him. "I am sorry," 

Namjoon zoomed in and motioned towards the cafe. "You want some water?" His tone was worried and diluted, an evidence of touching concern. 

"I am alright," she assured with a smile but it soon faded taking a glance at his countenance. Turmoil tipped her of his probable unravel and the peril along. "Should we go like this? I mean there's so many people." Namjoon appeared bewildered by her prob, likely potential if not alerted.  The bliss contained thawed at the vile contemplation of getting caught with Jisoo. People were deft in assorting one incident into another. Yet, the indecisiveness of their plan was melancholy. He was a human who had the liberty to his own life and never he dared to wield in another's demand. Jisoo's anticipating stare knocked his thinking back. Finally, the dare forthcame, "Let's go." 

"Are you sure?" Shock gripped her question at his valiancy. He gave a terse nod and drew her inside the bustling spot. His fingers fiercely entwined with hers, instinctively red washed over. Having eclipsed by flit, she lowered her nape so that no spect might acquaint them. The cashier folded in a hushed greeting. Her cautious peek ensured her pre-acquaintance with Namjoon. She gestured at a corner and assured the orders he gave. Trying to detour unwanted attention, they squeezed inside a deserted room where noon's bare sky overlooked through a gigantic window. "You had already reserved a place?" Jisoo frowned in shock. 

"Well, yes. I helped in funding this cafe. Hence, they wanted to honour me. I asked them of a separate room for myself whenever I come. I come here when I get some time with Jungkook. We spend moments together without the rattles of the public." Namjoon scratched behind his neck. "Don't you like it?" 

She scanned the sober-coloured room with minimalistic furniture and a towering shelf for storing tackles. The clement tints matched well with the weather outside, seeping inside tranquillity. Her intrigued gaze shifted when Namjoon's address sounded. "You want to have something now?" His vain attempt at formality flushed by his reluctant tone. 

She chuckled at his hesitant openness. "Not now, let's begin some craftwork." He yanked off his jacket and unravelled the muscular, chiselled arms millions of girls swoon over. Jisoo also shrugged off her coat and wrapped herself in an apron. Just as she finished her tie in back, Namjoon feverishly struggled with his. "Let me help you." she advanced and secured a knot. 

"There are plenty of moulds if you want." Namjoon gestured to the shelf. "I am alright. I will try to make a cup just." Her nails clawed into the heavy block of clay and dragged out plenty a portion. Namjoon already had his apron spilled over for his fumbled intent to retrieve clay, causing Jisoo a titter. His cheeks glowed in mortification until she mined her laughter. Her gentle fingers kneaded the ball with full attention. It was tiring still she enjoyed. Then, grabbing a roller, she pressed onto the smoothen orb and rolled over till it was flat on the table. Whilst her heavy toils continued, Namjoon on the other hand, mourned over his split bunny which filthed his chin. "Aigoo, be careful." Jisoo brushed the spot and rubbed a tissue on it. He jerked at her touch, slightly taken aback. She reversed to her project after.