Real Or Not, You Stole My Heart || Namjin

One ~ Wake Up

   Kim Namjoon stepped into his apartment and saw a stranger sleeping on his couch. It was a young man with light reddish hair and a black jacket and black pants and bare feet. He was stretched elegantly across the cushions, with one leg crossed over the other and one hand resting on his stomach while the other gently brushed his cheek. His plump lips were parted slightly and his eyelashes gently brushed his cheeks. He looked so peaceful, but Namjoon couldn't stop himself from walking over and bending down to look at the man. He smelled sweet and warm, even though sweet is a taste and warm is a temperature. His chest rose and fell with a gentle rhythm that seemed like it would be a sin to disturb. Namjoon suddenly felt like he knew him, or at least his name, and so he did the only thing he could think of: waking the stranger up by saying that name.

   "Kim Seokjin," he whispered. He had no clue why he knew the man's name, but it just felt so right. The man's eyes fluttered open and Namjoon found himself staring into deep, sparkling pools of dark brown. God, his eyes were beautiful. Namjoon felt his breath being taken away, but he was powerless to stop it.

   "Kim Namjoon," the man - Kim Seokjin - replied with a smile. "I see you finally decided to show up. Did I fall asleep?"

   His voice was officially the most beautiful thing Namjoon had ever heard, and he had heard a lot of beautiful things. It was sweet and warm, just like his scent, and had a sort of nasal quality to it that went quite well with his Gyeonggi dialect, and every syllable that came out of his mouth made Namjoon feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It was probably what angels singing sounded like, or maybe it was what caramel would sound like if it had a sound. 

   "Well, you were asleep when I got here, so I guess you did," Namjoon found himself saying.

   Seokjin smiled up at him again. "Well then," he said. "Help me up, please."

   Namjoon nodded and gently looped his arms around Seokjin's body. He was pleasantly warm to the touch and felt muscular but also soft at the same time. He brought his own arms up to grip Namjoon's shoulders as Namjoon pulled him up into a standing position. He held onto Namjoon for a few seconds longer to steady himself, and then his hands slid down to grab Namjoon's waist and pull him close. He reached a hand up to gently caress Namjoon's face. 

   Namjoon stared into the other man's eyes. "Seokjin," he breathed. "Seokjin."

   Seokjin smiled yet again and leaned forward. The hand on Namjoon's face slid around to tangle itself in his hair, and Seokjin was pulling Namjoon toward him and leaning forward at the same time and Namjoon just knew what was about to happen. He found himself glancing at Seokjin's lips, wondering how they would feel against his own, before closing his eyes. Their lips were mere millimeters apart-

   Beep. Beep. Beep.

   Namjoon's eyes flew open as the wonderful feeling of Seokjin's hands vanished. Instead of seeing the gorgeous depths of Seokjin's eyes, all Namjoon's vision was graced with was a plain ceiling and a rapidly spinning fan. The feeling of Seokjin's chest pressed against his own was replaced by the weight of several blankets and his dog laying on him. The warm and fuzzy feelings Seokjin had caused were replaced by crushing disappointment. His alarm clock kept beeping, and he cursed it for interrupting what may have been the best dream he had ever had.

   His bedroom door opened, and his younger brother - who he lived with even though they were both fully functional adults - peered into the room. As usual, his brother's tiny black-and-tan puffball of a puppy was following him. 

   "Go away, Taehyung," Namjoon said. "I'm still getting over the disappointment of my dream not being real."

   "Oh? What happened?"