he stood there above the dark colored coffin, the face of innocence laying in it with his eyes closed and a bouquet of his favorite flowers clasped between his hands. he let out a shaky breath as he knelt down, nearly face to face with the boy. he reached out, stroking the pale complexion, then pulled away, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. 'he didn't deserve this,' he thought to himself. he sniffled quietly, then felt a gentle, yet strong hand on his shoulder. he looked behind him, and saw a man. he looked at the grieving one with doe-like eyes.
"everyone dies, seokjin; some just have it quicker than others," he said softly, then took his hand off of his shoulder. "now wake up, wake up,"
seokjin woke up in a sweat, sitting up in bed, startling namjoon. the sleepy boy looked up at him, rubbing an eye gently.
"jinny...? are you okay?" he asked softly, now sitting up with him, rubbing his back. seokjin looked at him, his cheeks stained with tears.
"yeah... i'm fine now,"
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mandarin ;; namjin
Fanfic❝they're mandarins, not oranges❞ - in which seokjin is the boyfriend of a picky 5'11" little who only eats sweet foods, dino-shaped nuggets, and mandarins.
