-Bored // A nammin fic

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Drip. Drop.

Rain drops continuously fell, a little less rougher than earlier but still apparent. He tried to focus his attention on the sound of the rain, to block out the pain and keep himself focused so he doesn't fully pass out but he kept going in and out of consciousness. He definitely wasn't used to this.

"I can't believe lil richie here didn't have his wallet with him! We would've been eating for days!!" One of the twins whined to the other. He glared at Namjoon as if it was his fault he wasn't able to properly get money. He closed his eyes, his body ached all over, he couldn't feel the left side of his face, both his mouth and nose were bleeding like faucets. His hands were numb and his head was pounding to the point that his vision got cloudy. He weakly turned his head to the smaller boy who also got beat up, but his was worse. Namjoon was pretty sure he has a fractured rib. He was bleeding as much as Namjoon, if not more. Namjoon glared at the gangster he thought looked familiar because he was the last one to leave. The boy gave him a pitiful glance, as if he were saying sorry for what he did. Namjoon scoffed, well he did what was as close to a scoff as he could. It sounded like he got something lodged in his throat and he was trying to get it out but the boy got what he meant and left. Namjoon lied for a couple more minutes, rethinking all his life choices and exactly why in all god's name did he decide to help this kid. He would've been better off continuing his walk down to nowhere but alas here he was, aching and severely injured.

"Might as well get out of this rat's nest of an alley and get back home to patch myself up." He thought. What's the point on wallowing in his self pity? He didn't like doing that because it only made his mood worse but sometimes he couldn't help it.

He placed his hands on either side of himself and used all his strength to pull himself up. He propped his body up against the wall as support. His vision casted downwards to the boy who looked like even his breathing caused him pain. Namjoon felt pity and didn't want to leave him here but what could he do? He's already weak enough by himself how could he carry another body? Many more pros and cons of the situation ran through his head but he ended up choosing the latter and decided to carry him to the nearest taxi and just take him home. He already sorta "saved" his life so he trusts him not to murder him in his sleep. About seven minutes in using the wall to support himself, he finally bent down and grabbed the boy's arm. He wrapped the boy's arm around his neck and lifted him up. He breathed heavily, trying to regain his strength. He took short trudges out of the alley with the boy practically laying on him but only partially conscious. He walked to the nearest bus station because he thought that was cheaper than a taxi. Many people gave him and the boy weird looks.

It's fine.

He would give himself a weird look too. Two boys covered in blood and bruises supporting themselves on each other on a bench isn't really the every day occurrence.

Namjoon ransacked his pockets to check if he really didn't have any money, but he remembered that he always keeps a twenty inside his phone case. Luckily the gangsters forgot to take it. He quickly retrieved it from his inner jacket pocket and took off the case to find the twenty still in there. He mentally thanked the gods and looked over at the approaching bus. He picked up the boy and took him inside the bus, to which the bus driver game them suspicious looks but shrugged it off when he paid graciously. They both plopped down on the comfortable seat, and the smaller boy let out a groan. Namjoon looked down at him and sighed. What the fuck did I get into?

He shook his head and let himself relax into the semi-comfortable seat. Everything flashed by in a blur and suddenly he was at a stop in front a small cafe.
"Wait.. I know this cafe! It's the one across from my apartment complex!" He mumbled to himself. He looked over and saw his apartment place across the street. He smiled for once today and slowly got off the bus with the boy in tow. They both hobbled over to the building and somehow managed to get inside the apartment without his nearby tenants shooting all these questions at him. They fell on the couch and the boy fell asleep then and there. Namjoon sighed for the 10000th time that day and got up and went to the bathroom for all the first aid stuff. He fixed and cleaned himself up before he went over to the couch again and just stared at the boy. He set the first aid kit onto the nearby table and started working.

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"You know, without all this blood and gunk, this guy's is pretty cute." Namjoon mumbled to himself as he wiped some more blood off the boy's forehead.

"I'm actually cute all the time mind you." The boy finally let out his first words throughout the entire day with Namjoon. The older let out a tiny shriek and jumped back, surprised at the younger's sudden "resurrection". The smaller broke out in a laugh but ended up coughing into his hands.

"Serves you right." Namjoon huffed and crouched back down to continue cleaning him up. They both quieted down until the boy broke the silence.

"You know I can do this myself right?"

Namjoon's cheeks turned a light pink and his ears were a bright red.

"Yea yea of course! I'm sorry I didn't realize you were uncomfortable! I kinda just got used to it for a bit since you were such a mess and I've been cleaning up a lot for a while and- I'll just sit over here now." He let out and scuttled over to the nearby love seat. The small boy inwardly gushed about how cute he was and how extra that reaction was.

"No I wasn't uncomfortable. I enjoyed it actually I just thought it would be a bother to you." The boy scratched the back of his neck and gave an apologetic smile. Namjoon's heart raced at the embarrassment but said it was no bother anyway. The boy sat up and started to wipe off more blood on other places Namjoon didn't really want to touch. The mood was awkward and it filled Namjoon with anxiety. He had to fill this void somehow but what could he say? Maybe he should act cool, and somewhat regain the image he set for himself, a calm and collected cool guy. Fuck it he'll just go with the flow.

"So I saved you and all so I should at know your name. I'll say mine, it's Namjoon but you can call me joon or something."

Wooooooo he nailllledd it!! Namjoon mentally high fived himself for keeping his cool and acting collected.

The boy partially looked up and then looked back down with a chuckle.

"My name's Jimin, thanks for saving me back there. Well, if you can call that saving. We both just got out asses beat but yours was somewhat less rough." He let out another chuckle while recalling the memory.

Namjoon was once again left with red ears and pink cheeks. It was quiet for a bit until he finally spoke up again.

"So why did they pick on you? Do they have a grudge on you or was it just random?" As his embarrassment subsided, his curiosity grew.

Jimin looked up and ignored namjoon's eyes, probably thinking about it himself.

"I guess you can say that have a grudge on me? I don't know man."

"Well what did you do? If you don't mind me asking."

Jimin looked over at Namjoon, their eyes locking onto each other.

"I may have landed one of their groupies in the hospital?" He smiled innocently.
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