Trickle. Trickle.
Two small raindrops flew down the window, almost as if they were racing. The one on the left was slowly gaining on the right and he couldn't help but protest. The one on the right was slightly smaller but it had will-wait, what was he talking about? It was just simple a rain drop.
Well he didn't know that exactly. Many things are not as they seem. That single raindrop probably holds millions of bacteria, tiny little life forces all working together and totally invisible to the naked eye. But it wasn't his place to worry about that raindrop, he had other things to do.
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What were they exactly?
He didn't remember, he has no idea where he is. It was warm and cozy, he did know that. It was almost inviting and comforting, like a warm embrace. He could definitely feel the frigid weather just on the other side of this force field called a window though. His right hand rested on his knee, the fingertips brushed on the window occasionally and it made chills run down his spine. His attention then wandered over to his cuticles. He really should do something about them, they looked bad and made his hands look older than they were. What can you do about cuticles though? Do you just go to a salon and they strip them off? He didn't know and he probably would never find out. He wasn't the salon type of guy, it required for him to go out and interact with people more than he really cared for. To be honest, he was really too bored with his life, he needed more excitement. He did think that going to a salon would be a good chance to actually go out and participate in humanity, talking with strangers and such, as a friendly neighbor. But he kept himself back because humanity already has enough stranger interactions and it'd also be as lifeless and boring than everything else in his life. He sighed, he really needs to change some things up in his life. So many things are just extremely overrated.
His perfect job his dad got for him, his daily routine, his clothes, exactly the same as every other Korean working in the business industry. Even his love life-
Hands hovered and swiped over his face and brought him back to "reality".
Speaking of love life, here we have the "love of his life, his soulmate." As his dad likes to say.
"Namjoon are you even listening to me?"
No I wasn't, I'm sorry Seungki-ya
"I've been telling you about how terrible my day was but you only stared off into space like an idiot and made it even worse!"
Im sorry.
"How could you!"
I don't know.
"You know I've been having a hard time but you do nothing to show you care or even help! Do you even love me?"
No, I don't.
Her face softened because he didn't respond. Tears brimmed her eyes and her lips trembled. The cafe became quiet, the only conversations going on were by people who didn't overhear her outburst, or by people who were wondering what was going on. He looked her in the eyes, trying to calm her down but she didn't and only yelled out more.
"Then what?! Am I just some load of dead weight holding you down? Am I holding you back from doing what you really want? Fine! Leave me! You can go suck a dick for all I care." She stood up in anger and her chair made a piercing screech sound. He didn't flinch but some of the people eavesdropping cringed and held their ears. A sigh left his lips and he stood up as well. She locked eyes with him and she was basically saying 'challenge me, I dare you.' but he didn't take her threat and picked up his sweater from the empty chair. Her strong facade dropped for a bit and was replaced with confusion.
"W-what are you doing?" At this point he's already noticed about a handful of people have been recording with their phones since she first started yelling.
He decided to give them a show.
Nonchalantly he slipped on the heavy sweater and casually strode to the door. Everyone was confused at this point.
"Where the hell are you going you dick!" She screamed at him, still in the same spot.
He put on his hood and looked her dead in the eye
"Out." and then he was gone.
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Words: 756Hello this is my second fic published on wattpad! !!1! This honestly was just done on a whim and out of boredom so I'll usually update when I have nothing better to do(which is often) so I hope you enjoy uwu. I also hope this one does better than my last one :'))
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-Bored // A nammin fic
FanficNamjoon is bored of his perfect and organized life and honestly he is ready to get fucked up, literally.