Domesticity || Namjin

Storytime

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"The refreshing, yet crisp air of that afternoon seeped itself in between the slightly worn, blue fibers of a second hand sweater-- allowing the iciness to meet the skin beneath, gently pricking at it until the flesh became textured with miniature protuberances.

A relaxing sensation with odd intervals.

Rose-tinted lips separated from each other as oxygen travelled between them by inhalation, the familiar iciness quickly advancing it's way through the esophagus. It swirled and tickled amongst the vulnerable flesh, it's empty touch only lasting for a mere second before filling the set of lungs with purified satisfaction."

"So... how was that? Was the imagery and sensory description written well enough, or is there something I need to fix?" Namjoon questioned as he read a part of his written work to his group members, eagerly glancing at each pair of eyes in the living room. "And don't' be shy, all criticism is welcomed."

Jimin raised his hand as the rest of the room remained quiet with awe. "I'm-I'm not sure what's going on, but it sounds really good." He then finished off his statement with a wide smile and a thumbs up.

"But what I want to know is if you can feel it, or see what I'm describing. That's the main goal here."

Before Jimin had a chance to part his lips and give an answer, Jin had already stolen the spotlight from him. "Wait. Before anyone speaks, can you tell us why you're writing this? And maybe a little background of what's going on in this... story? If you want proper feedback, then slowly lay it on us. You don't just throw some type of beautiful bomb on us without warning!"

Namjoon's usually caramelized cheeks became washed with a rosy hue at the compliment, the color worsening as Hoseok gave a short-lived laughter. "Oh, right. I guess I forgot about that. Uh..." There was a pregnant pause in the room as Namjoon scratched at the back of his neck shyly. "There really is no "story" to it. It's really just description. I just think that going in depth about a sense, or senses, is really cool, and I felt like trying my hand at trying strong imagery. Also, I'm kind of having writer's block with a couple of songs, so I thought that something like this would help."

Silence ensued once more before Jungkook rose from his spot on the floor. Everyone watched with curiosity as the youngest approached Namjoon and gently placed his hand upon the elder. "I enjoyed storytime. We should do this again."

"But... that's not the feedback that I want?"

The youngest member stared deeply into the other's confused eyes. "I'm sorry, that option is not available at the moment. Please try again."

"Taehyung?" Jin asked as everyone watched Jungkook disappear into the bathroom with a vacuum.

"Yeah?"

"Did you teach him that?"

"....I lost a bet with Yoongi."

"More importantly," interrupted Jin, "where did he get that vacuum from? I've been looking for that thing for weeks!"