A Desire for the Moon

21

"Yeah, I will take care of that." Namjoon smiled at the man as he walked toward his home. The man went another way. Namjoon smiled as he looked at the package in his hand. He had finally found a decent job. He was worried that he would have to use his savings. He had a lot of savings, so he wasn't worried about running out of money, but his main concern was getting tracked down due to the transactions. Now, he wouldn't have to worry about being tracked down because he was just trying to survive. His only concern was to find a way to send a signal to Hoseok or Jungkook so that they could get out of the danger quickly.

As he saw the house, he scrunched his eyebrows. Seokjin was standing on the porch and looking at the front yard. He made his steps quick and reached near the house. The house was a decent-sized townhouse with a room, a kitchen and a bathroom. There was a deck in the front of the house, and a few stairs led to it. There was a garden in the front and a lawn in the back of the house. All the furnishing inside the house was minimal. Though it was smaller than what Seokjin was used to, it was warm and cozy.

"Why are you standing?" Namjoon asked as he climbed a few steps to be near Seokjin.

Seokjin was standing with the support of the walker. He looked different. The hair that was always professionally styled was down. His face, which always had makeup on, was bare but still gleaming under the soft sun. His eyes were soft. But Namjoon knew that they were worried about the impending future and the possibility of never going home again. Namjoon wanted to tell him not to worry about anything, but those would only be empty words for Seokjin. He needed to devise some other way of telling seokjin that he didn't need to be so wary of the village and its people.

Seokjin turned to Namjoon and smiled, "Well, I am allowed to walk now. So I was just looking at the flowers here. They are really pretty."

Namjoon shook his head, "I know you are allowed to walk, but that doesn't mean you should. You should be resting."

Seokjin snorted a little, "Namjoon, have you heard the story of the child who didn't do any work and lost her limbs? I don't want to be that child."

Namjoon rolled his eyes, "That child was a brat. You are injured."

Seokjin sighed, "Namjoon, I need to walk in order to get better. But where were you?"

Namjoon proudly showed him the package, "Found a job." He gave the package to Seokjin, "He gave me an advance."

Seokjin's eyes went wide. He took the package and looked at Namjoon, "Job? Why?"

Namjoon held his arm and looked around, "Let's go in."

Seokjin nodded. He gave the package back and followed Seokjin with the help of the walker. As they went inside, Namjoon turned to Seokjin, "Hyung, I got the job so that we can survive without using our savings. If the money gets transferred from our account, then we'll get caught."

Seokjin nodded, "What's the job?"

Namjoon shrugged, "It's just a minimal job. You don't have to worry about it."

"Are you really not going to tell me about it?" Seokjin raised his eyebrows.

Namjoon smiled a little, "Just relax, hyung. It's not a tough job, I promise."

Seokjin nodded, "What about dinner?"

"We can eat out." Namjoon shrugged, "People here usually eat out. There are very few people who actually cook."

Seokjin was fidgeting with his fingers on the walker. Namjoon raised his eyebrows, "Do you wanna say anything?"

Seokjin's eyes widened, "Umm... Yes." He paused for a while before continuing, "I have a favour to ask, actually, before you go to buy us food." Namjoon nodded. Seokjin took a deep breath and hesitated a little, "Can you-" He closed his eyes, "Can you help me take a shower?"