T H I N G S I C A N T S A Y O U T L O U D | v.min / n.jin

vingt deux

(imagine that but more blue^) also that may or may not be my wallpaper

"namjoonie? namjoon!" seokjin called around the house, noticing that lunch was now finished, just not eaten.

it was the last place he checked but the first place he should've checked, where he found the boy.

as seokjin opened namjoon's door, he saw the tall yet small boy curled up on his bed.

his washed out aqua hair sticking out most directions. he wore a large blueish shirt with pink stripes, and short white shorts.

seokjin cooed at the adorable boy.

as he looked closer at namjoon's face he saw that his plump lips were in a pout, and his cheeks red and tear stained.

"was joonie crying?" seokjin thought to himself, a visible pout on his face.

he swept away the hair in front of namjoon's face with his fingers, yet it just plopped down in the same position.

he sat on the bed and kept playing with the younger's hair, which caused namjoon to stir in his sleep. eventually he opened his eyes, to see seokjin's hand in his.

"h-hyungie," namjoon whispered, heat rising to his cheeks. seokjin swore that was the cutest thing he's ever seen or heard.

"are you okay? you haven't had lunch yet," seokjin asked in the calmest most soothing way possible.

"i-i'm fine," namjoon pouted. "just n-nawt hungwy."

"you're such a baby using that voice," seokjin chuckled, ruffling the boy's hair.

"yah! i'm nawt a babwy," namjoon sadly pouted, crossing his arms.

"then why are you talking like that?" seokjin asked, giving namjoon the death stare.

"becawse i sad!" namjoon growled, immediately covering his mouth with his hand.

"s-sad? why are you sad, joonie?" seokjin asked, picking up namjoon so he was sitting up on the bed beside him.

"i- i.. it's just... i-i'm t-too weak," namjoon bursted out in tears, falling back onto the bed.

seokjin panicked, not knowing what to say. he looked at the fragile boy, his wrists were bruised along with his thighs.

"n-namjoonie... w-who did that to you?" seokjin asked, touching a large yellowish greenish bruise on on his thigh.

"o-ow!" namjoon winced, still crying. "j-j-jackson..."

"jackson?"

"yes.. j-jackson fucking raped me!" namjoon cried louder, trying to hide himself under the covers.

"why are you still with him, joon?" seokjin tried calming namjoon down by drawing shapes on his tummy.

"b-because.. because... i-i-i'm afraid of b-being alone..." the sudden confession caused seokjin's eyes to widen, but then he giggled.

"you won't ever be alone, namjoon," seokjin sadly smiled. "you have me."

namjoon looked up at seokjin, the beautiful boy. yet namjoon looked like a mess himself, red eyes and cheeks, there was probably snot on his face from crying so much too.

namjoon made a risky move, yet it only felt right. he sat up quickly, holding his world in his hands, pressing the stars against his lips.

he tasted like the smell of pink roses, and it felt like the first snow. it was beautiful, yet the stars were cold tonight. they both never wanted this moment to end, the feeling was euphoric.

"he's the one," seokjin breathed heavily, holding the hands that were holding his face.

"you're the one," namjoon smiled, bringing seokjin into a loving hug.

"joonie, i hate to end this, but lunch is waiting for your empty tummy," seokjin said, tickling namjoon's stomach.

"just one more thing..," namjoon announced. "after i break things off with jackson, to be honest i don't even know if we were ever really a thing, would you be mine?"

"oh, nammie, how could i say no to you?" seokjin grinned, feeling as if he could cry.

he can finally have namjoon all for himself.. now all he needs to do is get taemin together.

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a little shorter than usual

but i need to shower sgdhd

aLsO.. just to let you know, if i die anytime soon I LOVE YOU ALL SM

sorry... but i don't want to die without saying a goodbye

(hopefully i won't die)

bUt wHo kNoWs

i'm the clumsiest person and have almost died too many times to even count :,)

but yeah

ILYYYY