Next Morning: Beachside
I sat on the rocks, waiting for Namjoon. He said to meet him here at this time, but he's running late, I guess. The sun is shining bright today, as it's quite hot.
Suddenly, I heard his voice. I stood up and turned around, but before I could react, I bumped into his chest. I hadn't realized he was right behind me. I felt his hand gently grasp my arm, and he told me to be careful in a soft voice.
"Yn, Be careful a little bit"
"I.. I'm sorry"
"Anyways, did i make you wait too long?"
"No, I came 5 minutes ago"
"Sorry, I'm late"
"It's okay"
He is kinda nervous, I don't know why? He suddenly spoke
"Let's go then, I can't wait to visit there" I smiled at his words as he seems excited yet nervous.
As we walked together, side by side, he shared tales of the art galleries he'd explored before. I savored every word, feeling as though I could see those artworks and wander through those places alongside him. He awakened the sights in my mind with his stories.
Being with him fills me with a warmth I've longed for, making me forget any sense of disability. No one has ever treated me with such kindness as he does. His words and sincerity melt my heart. He's Painting my world with his colours, even though he may not realise it.
"We're here, Let's get inside then. You can hold my hands"
"No no I can go by myself"
"I'm saying cause there's art pieces and Some others antique things, You can bump with something and hurt yourself. Hold me" He said gently when I nod gently.
He took my hand gently, and together we stepped into the art museum. It felt like a soft breeze on a warm day, that moment when he holds my hand. A rush of warmth spread through me, filling me with a sense of comfort and belonging. Despite not being able to see his face, I could feel his presence beside me, guiding me through the gallery with care and tenderness. Why this man feels so close? We just met some days ago and He already became so precious. He became the person on whom I can lean on. Is it okay to make him my habit?
"Yn? Where are you lost?" I snapped back into reality and respond
"Did you say anything?"
"No, I didn't say anything yet. But Come, Let's see the arts"
"How's everything around? How's it looking?"
He led me forward and Whispered in my ear
"Beautiful" His voice hits me hard. Why does it feel like he's saying that to me, it's not about the view? I can feel my cheeks burning.
"I.. It must be beautiful as you're saying"
"You trust me so much, don't you?"
His words are unknowingly giving me shivers.
"I don't know. Do I?"
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CANVAS OF THE HEARTS ♥︎ A NAMJOON FF
Fanfiction"Come sit on my lap" He ordered when my throat dried, Aroused by the tone. I didn't think I'd love it when he ordered me like this. I slowly crawled to him when he made me sit on his lap, I realised he's already shirtless. My cheeks are flushed wi...
