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6. Namjin

Namjoon curled up in the corner of his favourite coffee shop after ordering himself a chai latte. The shop smelled of old paper and strong Italian roasted coffee beans. The walls were painted deep terracotta, and there were heavy dark oak shelves lining the walls. The couches were warm cream and the tables and chairs matched the shelves. It was quiet, aside from the sound of the sweet old lady that owned the shop pottering around behind the counter. 
He took a sip of his drink, letting it fog up his glasses. He pushed his silver hair out of his eyes and wiped the steam off his lenses with his shirt. Soon he became so engrossed in the pages of 'Jane Eyre' that he didn't notice the pink-haired boy approaching. 
"Hey." the stranger began, startling Namjoon, causing him to drop his book loudly on the table and let his glasses slip down his nose. 
"Oh, uh, hi." Namjoon mumbled awkwardly, pushing his glasses back up his nose. 
"Do you mind if I sit with you? It gets a bit lonely in here sometimes." the stranger asked, equally as graceless as Namjoon. 
"Sure, go ahead." 
The boy sat down and Namjoon surveyed him over the top of his book, which he had picked up again. 
He was broad-shouldered, his hair was a shade of dusty rose, and he had a face like a porcelain doll. He looked like he belonged in an anime. 
"What're you reading?" the boy asked, his eyes alight with curiosity. 
"Oh, nothing really." Namjoon replied with a shrug, showing him the cover of the book.
"Good book." he nodded. Namjoon gave him a slight smile, trying not to let his dimples show.
"I'm Seokjin." he continued.
"Namjoon." he responded with a nod.

They continued chatting for hours, until the old lady had to usher them out of the door for closing time. The two stumbled out of the cafe, laughing and joking together. Something about this boy made Namjoon feel right at home, his voice enchanting and smooth like silk. His laugh was like the first sip of a cool beer on a hot day, his smile wrapping him in a warm blanket. 
"What now?" Namjoon asked when his chuckle died down.
"How about we go to the park?" Seokjin suggested with a playful glint in his eyes.
Night had fallen, and the stars were twinkling brightly in the cloudless sky, like glitter on dark satin. The moonlight illuminated Seokjin's features, making him appear ethereal. 
The two sat on a bench together, with what could've been too much space between them. 
Namjoon popped a cigarette between his lips and lit it, taking a deep drag. 
"Awful habit." Seokjin tutted, shaking his head. Namjoon was mid-inhale, so he did not verbally reply, but he widened his eyes as if to say he agreed.
"It's bad for you, you know? What's the point?" Jin carried on. He wasn't being stern, just vaguely disapproving and airy.
Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows and suddenly snatched the cigarette from his mouth. He stubbed it out with too much force and chucked it to the side. 
"Why'd you do that?" Seokjin asked, turning to make eye contact.
"As you said, it's bad for me, and there's no point." Namjoon shrugged. 
There was a long pause. 
"You look really nice in this light." Seokjin said suddenly.
"Huh?" Namjoon blurted.
"Sorry, that was too forward." he quickly muttered.
Namjoon hesitated.
"So do you." he replied, his voice low.
Seokjin inched closer to Namjoon on the bench, his hand creeping closer to where Namjoon's rested. He placed his hand over Namjoon's, anxiously waiting to see his reaction. 
Namjoon turned and smiled, his dimples looking deep enough to drown in.
Seokjin leaned in slowly, and Namjoon did the same, their lips meeting softly. Namjoon's touch was gentle and caring, Seokjin's cautious and sweet. 

The pair spent what felt like forever, yet no time at all, in each others embrace, whispering sweet nothings, until the night air became to bitter to stand.