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❝CHAPTER 12.❞
when namjoon felt seokjin's head press to his chest, he almost wanted to double check that it wasn't hallucinating, maybe it was the weed but he felt drowsy.
as if reality wasn't real and this was just another dream.
he couldn't help but think, what if he wasn't really wrapped in the other's arms and running his fingers through drenched hair? what if he wasn't truly there?
and the question came out without him wanting it to and could've been embarrassing if his eyes weren't hooded and bloodshot.
"are you real?" and seokjin pulls back, looks up, confusion clear on his face and a light red now pooling at his cheeks, most likely because of the rain.
"why wouldn't i be?" he asks and namjoon shrugs. "you're just...surreal, i guess-aish i don't fuckin' know."
the latter giggles, notices namjoon's own flushed cheeks as he slurs his words and tries to make small conversation.
"i just came here to buy a pack of cigarettes, since i ran out...i didn't know you worked here."
namjoon shrugs again, seemingly not up for it and simply pulls jin a bit closer by wrapping his legs loosely around the other's waist. he clumsily shifts so he can rest his cheek on top of his head and let's his eyes fall close, ignoring the other's still wet hair.
the position wasn't as comfortable for seokjin as it was for namjoon, but the older didn't argue. he stood there and simply leaned into the blonde, almost feeling himself melt into him as warmness spread through his slightly quivering body.
after a few minutes of being wrapped in each other, seokjin was almost afraid that namjoon had fallen asleep. it didn't last long for said male soon pulled back and slipped off the counter.
seokjin's gaze followed his movements and he watched as the taller boy went behind the counter and threw a bag over the wooden surface. he dug through the backpack, and seokjin almost gasped when he pulled out a cigarette from one of the pockets, as if he'd never one of the bloody cancer sticks in his life.
"i'm not offering you any cause i want you to quit." he says and seokjin whispers a soft 'oh'.
"yeah. i saw your pack a few weeks ago, it was full. i don't want you to get addicted."
the older nodded in understanding, though it'd be a lie if he said he wasn't disappointed.
the rain didn't cease but it served as something for seokjin to distract himself while namjoon smoked beside him. it was almost cruel but he didn't mention it. they ended up with their backs against the counter while sitting on the cold tile floor, knees brushing but never going further than that.
