HER GODMAN, HIS ESTEEM | 𝗔𝗨 | namjoon × enne

icecream or cigarettes?|9

𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝐺𝑂𝐷𝑀𝐴𝑁 𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐸𝑆𝑇𝐸𝐸𝑀| 9
ICE CREAM OR CIGARETTES? |
E N N E

TWO DAYS LATER.

"C'mon cheapos, the breakie is ready." Reosella's words hit our ear drums as we gathered ourselves.

"Here, Reo, take these cups for the coffee." Said by Hshines as he was also a helper of the server, Reosella Kim.

"Got you, Hshn." Declared made by momma. I hope you are aware of whom.

"Now cease it, Enne. How much will you read. You're reading like a creep since last night." Dejasa said munching the crispy toast. Well she was right as i slept only three hours to complete the pages of the book, the famous, The Ritual by Shantel Tessier.

"Okay okay, guys. I'm just keeping it now." I finally kept my navy tinted book on the table as i took out my black tube glasses.

"Are everyone here?" Reosella said as we all are at the terrace. It's 7 in the morning.

"Yeah, all are ready, just wait for Nam." I declared as everybody in my eyesight halt. What did i do now? Did i mess up something? Even if you know, please don't tell me.

"Nam?"
"Nam?"
"Nam?"

Queried the whole The Youths.

Oh, i got the point. The nickname 'Nam'. Why are they so freaky now?

"Ye-yes. Namjoon."

"No no, we meant that he gave you the permission?" Hshines said with oddness in his corneas.

"Whi-which permission?" Is there any allowance? Really?

"To let you call him by nickname. He doesn't allow people." What are freaks?

"What?" That's too peculiar. Now, i'm freaking out.

"Yes." Hshines slightly nodded.

What would i mean this? Like Namjoon himself asked me to call me by his nickname and to the surprise he doesn't allow anyone ramdom to him by his matey lebal. So, am i that special to him?

"Does he admit you for the permission?" I asked like if i don't get this answer, the curious knife will stab from every direction.

"Not yet." Oka--- WHAT? Hold on.

What am i to you, Nam? This is a friendship, right? Or-- no way.

It went like my brain cells were the mirrors of any palace, reflecting only his picture on the mirrors. This was so illusionary.

"Hey guys, am i late?" The mirror boy said, not in imagination but in reality.

I turned my head in the direction of his sound provided, and got the most beautiful site. Him in the black tee. Why is he so obsessed with black? Like i'm also liking black but still. Nothing hit his fashion except black.

His morning visage was the main cause of my beautiful site. The morning skin was pale and bright with a little pink tint. He's so elegant. Just like a cherry blossom with the dew drops in the sunrise. Was i wrecked? No. Am i lying? It's a yes.

"No no. We just started." Reosella said as we just cleared our thoarts as to distract the current matter.

"Oh okay." With this he took a seat right next to me. Wait-- why the heck am i overreacting in that?