Art Museum [Namjin]

chapter 3

the tall male spun around when he heard the unfamiliar voice. he then faced another man around his age. wearing all black, he seemed kind of out of place, the room they were in all white. the only coloured thing on him were his hair, the cotton candy pink suiting him well. Seokjin now knew what he saw later back in this room.

"what do you mean, still?" he then asked.

looking at his watch, the pink haired responded rather bored "well we're closing in five minutes so, yeah. didn't you get here with that art class?"

Jin's eyes widened "you close in five minutes?" looking at his pink phone he noticed he ran out of battery. crap.

"basically just what I said. so, why are you still here? your group left like an hour ago."

"shit." Jin started to sweat. he had no phone, so he couldn't call anyone to pick him up. also it was getting late so there wouldn't be any bus driving.

"are you okay? do you have any possibilities to get home?" the guy asked. Jin thought he looked good, even though he wasn't into dark colors the other one could pull it off very well.

scratching the back of his neck he answered "well, to be honest I don't think so. according the the time there won't be any buses, am I right?"

"you are. looks like your stuck here" the pink haired replied. "I have an idea but you probably won't agree." a small smile crept on his lips, showing off his dimples.

"uhm, tell me then, I just won't spend the night walking home" Jin said kind of timidly.

starting to get his way out of the room, the other male said "come with me, we can talk in the staff room"

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sitting on a small, white table in the staff room, Jin faced the other guy. "well, let's start off with our names. I'm Namjoon, Kim Namjoon." they shook hands politely. "I'm Seokjin, Kim Seokjin. looks like we're name twins, huh?" the brown haired chuckled.

"looks like it. so Seokjin, what I was thinking about; I could drive you home if you want. I know we don't know each other, but we could change that on the way home. plus I just can't let you walk." Namjoon offered.

Jin thought. right, he didn't knew that guy, he could technically do anything to him. but he also couldn't walk since it was getting dark outside and he would need hours to get home. getting to a decision,he told Namjoon. "if you are okay with it, I'd like to accept your offer. I can't do anything else than trust you at the moment anyway" he admitted kinda shy.

"okay, I just need to clean up real quick. I'm back in about five minutes, you can grab some fruits from over there, I don't want you to starve. and if you want you can charge up your phone over there on my charger." Namjoon smiled and dissapered through the door.

just as he was told, Jin got some grapes out of a bowl behind him, charging his phone up. he couldn't do anything different than wait.

Namjoon came back five minutes later, grabbing his jacket and a bag laying on the ground near the door frame Seokjin didn't notice. "could you please get my charger? we can leave now." he did like he was told and followed the pink haired guy outside the building.

just when they reached the door, Namjoon pressed something like a hidden button in the wall right beside the door frame, shutting down all the lights in the big complex. satisfied he locked the door and guided Seokjin to his car.

both went in and Namjoon started driving when they had their seatbelts on. when they reached the highway he broke the silence. "so, tell me about you  Jin. Oh, is it okay if I call you that?"

nodding, Jin replied. "there isn't much to say really. I'm 22 years old, I go to college, I really like to cook and eat and my favourite colour is pink. what about you?" 

"I'm 20 years old and I dropped out of college some years ago to become a rapper. wasn't my best idea but I don't regret it. but to pay my bills I need more money so I got this half time job at the museum, I hate it though."

the older only hummed in response. leaning his head against the cold window, he fell in a deep sleep. after this day he needed rest.