A/N: Double update?? Yep😙
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Namjoon paddles his beloved bicycle along the streets of Namwon, impressed that it's still working as smoothly as he has left it. His mom knows how to take care of his belongings.
He wanted to meet his friends in Seoul but he decided against it. He can meet them some other time. For now, he wants to have a goodnight sleep. He is proper to his schedule from day one so he hates messing with his timings.
His headphones are blasting with raps as he finally is done with one round. Yet he couldn't quite feel the kick as of now. Hence he decides to pick one more round.
"Everything is fucking same here." Namjoon rolls his eyes while muttering.
His leg muscles flexing through his shorts with each paddle, arms are stretched to the front holding the gears giving a full view of his biceps peeking from the loose dark tank he has on.
"Time to change a few things here." He mutters to himself while he takes what infrastructure needs to be modified, and how can he add more bars aside from the old Hodok's one.
As the festival lights are blinking at the streets, his vision sometimes blurs. Not even a single soul can be seen around there as it's 12 in the night.
But a figure in dark caught his attention who is sitting outside Taehyung's home in the bench. He fastens his speed, trying to catch the person but to his luck he sees the figure standing up, probably ready to leave.
"Who is that?" He curiously questions to no one in particular.
Not to be seen weird, he keeps peddling as he crosses the figure, the street light from above his head is providing full display of the beauty the figure beholds.
His legs halt at the paddle, but the cycle keeps gliding down the street. His head is casted behind, not to able to take eyes off of the beauty he has just came across. The white dress shirt clungs into his petite sinister waist leaving nothing to his imagination.
He can feel the beauty yelling something at him. But it falls into deaf ears. The beauty has now fallen into a run towards him, his hair flapping sideways and the thin white shirt clinging to his body like a second skin.
And before he could think further, a loud crash has erupted and Namjoon falls into concrete ground as his bicycle runs to a lightpole.
"Are you crazy? Where was your attention?" It was the beauty.
He seems angry but Namjoon can't think of it now. His eyes fixated on his thick lips which keeps moving while yelling at him for being careless.
"Hello mister." The beauty waves his palm in front of his face to gain his attention until it didn't work and he has to shake Namjoon's shoulder who flinches at the sudden touch on his sweaty skin. The touch was gentle and warm. Mystic.
"Sorry I had my headphones on so couldn't hear you." Namjoon says while the beauty helps him standing up. The bump is nothing to be terrified of. He isn't even injured. But his heart does.
"But you do have eyes right?" The beauty glares at him but a flicker of concern plays within his expression.
"Sometimes vision can be deceiving. Anyways, thanks for helping me." Namjoon pulls his hand forward, on pretense to introduce himself he wanted to feel those delicate palm wrapped around his veiny ones.
"Are you new here? I've never seen you around Namwon before." Namjoon asks, signalling with his chin to accept the handshake.
After contemplating for some seconds, the beauty just taps his hands away. "Yeah I'm new but I've never seen you around here too."
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This Damn Love
Fan-FictionKim Seokjin, A simple, soft spoken human being, has grown up following the idologies of his father, has his life turned upside down after the tragic death of his father. His destiny has bought him into a place where inhumanity is worshipped and the...
