prancing around the house with bare feet was too much of a habit for jimin. the sound of the skin contacting with the polished wood floor. jimin did twists and turns around the interiors of the room. namjoon who sat at the kitchen table, sipping his morning coffee, was watching the nymph. he was still in night clothes, a loose silk top with the matching navy blue pants.
"do you like my dance?" he locks eyes with the older man. namjoon looked up from the newspaper he hasn't read a single word from. jimin's delicate eyes roamed into namjoons cloudy ones. jimin leaned over the wooden maple table. "you must have or else you wouldn't be reading the paper upside down."
a soft giggle emitted from jimin's lips. namjoon smiled fondly at the noise of the giggling boy. his black hair being swept up between his small chubby fingers. he was short in height for a teenager. everything about him screamed submissively adorable.
"you analyze well, young one," namjoon smiles more, folding the paper. jimin chuckled and stuck an apple from the center bowl in his mouth. he bit it slowly and sat back up.
"i'm practically an adult," he crossed one arm. his eyes trail away to the windows the peaked the beautiful garden.
"oh, are you know?" namjoon raises a brow, interested in how jimin is taking their conversation.
jimin nodded. he sat down on the table and laid back. namjoon quickly moved his coffee, but jimin managed to lay right on his hand. a smirk fell onto jimins lips. both of namjoons brows shot up at the surprising side of the well-mannered boy.
"distract me for a little while," the boy says. his eyes point up at the ceiling; looking at the pretend snakes that were littered onto it.
the brunette smirked and leaned back. "why do you need to be distracted?"
he sighed, bringing a hand up slowly. he flipped it to see the back and front. "i have to be somewhere i don't want to be."
"and where might that be?" jimin dropped his hand down and slowly turned his head to look at namjoon. he pouted put his lip, making it bigger than it normally is.
he abruptly sat up. "is it a sin to not be religious? father tells me that the path for a perfect life is to attend church and pray to a man."
namjoon hummed. he himself wasn't very religious. he didn't have the wants to go to church or lay beside a bed at night. "it's not a sin if you don't believe in sins. i would know. i've created many sins since i arrived here."
"what do you mean?" jimin took his apple and bite into it once more.
he shrugged with a sly grin. "who knows."
jimin huffed and crossed his arms. "being the example student at school sucks."
"why's that?"
"i feel trapped— i get perfect grades, i don't spend too much time outside because father says i need to be inside where i won't fall ill. i do random activities that make me look, well, good. but sometimes i don't feel good. i don't like going to church, i hate studying, and i would much rather be outside whilst it pours down on my skin!
"i watch all the bad boys smoking cigarettes and skimping up ladies. i wish for once i can be a bad boy. sometimes i feel like i don't even act my age. i'm seventeen, practically an adult already! father would murder me if i went somewhere without his knowings."
it'd be a lie if namjoon said he wasn't a but confused. he liked the idea of an innocent school boy prancing around in his presence. he just met the boy, but his eyes seem to always find him even when he's doing nothing.
"i like you the way you are. be yourself," he sips his coffee. "distract yourself; if you don't want to go then you don't have to, y'know."
jimin snapped his fingers. "that's right! i need to be my own self! i won't go to group, thanks for the advice, joonie!" he flung himself onto namjoon. he landed onto his lap, making the elder a flustered mess. jimin smirked and looked up and down namjoons face that was bruised with a red blush.
he smirked and leaned down. namjoon reflexed his eyes close. they quickly opened when jimin got off of him. jimin smiled as he started to skip away into his room to contact his friends to come over.
namjoons mouth opened up, a patch of dry skin sticking together in the middle. he looked down and noticed the mess jimin made on him. he scoffed with a smile. "fair game."
