Namjoon was sleeping profoundly. That was, until the powerful rays of the sun lit up his face. His eyes pressed shut to avoid the uncomfortable feeling of the sun. With a groan he sat down the edge of the bed with his eyes still shut. Accustoming to the brightness in his room, he began to open his eyes. It was blurry due that his eyes weren't completely open, but he managed to see the orchid. It still had one flower though, so it didn't look that bad.
"Hmm... what should I name you?" he tapped his chin thinking. As soon as the idea came, he snapped his fingers and went for a marker.
Taking the pot with extreme delicacy to avoid breaking the whole thing, he wrote the name.
"Perfect."
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After being all day at home cleaning, Jin went to his room. On Sundays he didn't had to work so he tried to make the best of what he could at home. Waking up late and cleaning up until 5pm.
Jin was by his window now, splashing some water to his so called babies. The view of the cramped but comfortable neighborhood was something beautiful to him. Buildings modeling their beautiful pastel colors, most of them with little shops at the bottom floor, like the one his dad owned. The sidewalks were always clean and Jin's favorite thing, the streets, were not that many cars passed by. That pale blueish grey thing that divided one side of the street from another. For him it seemed really peculiar how it wasn't a normal street, not only because of it's color, but because it was made of stone like bricks, one could say.
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Everything seemed so soothing and perfect. Before stepping back from the window, he saw something pink. Namjoon was walking with a little package in his hands. He looked at him in awe, resting his head on the palm of his hand like some in love girl you see in movies. The manly features combined with the soft pink were perfect. He could perfectly see his tan skin, illuminated by the dim light of the sun that was already setting, how his dimples were exposed every time he smiled at a passing person, and how his beautiful strong hands were tightly carrying what ever he was carrying, as if he was afraid to break it.
Jin's heart flipped when he saw the younger male opening Humble Café's door. He freaked out not knowing if he should run down, or wait for his dad come up, or maybe even pretend he was sleeping because he wasn't ready to face Namjoon. All happened so fast and Namjoon was already by his bedroom door.
