Jisoo walked closer to the high window just as Y/N flung himself forward. He heard a yelp of pain when Y/N landed with a loud 'thud'.
Fortunately, he landed on his feet.
He quickly jogged over to where the man was already upright, caressing his left wrist and a pained expression plastered on his face.
Y/N looked up and met eyes with him. The corner of his lips rose slightly, aggrieved features completely gone. He moved his left arm behind him.
Before Jisoo could express any form of worry, Y/N hastily moved his fingers to his lips. He didn't know exactly why he did that but felt is was somewhat fitting.
Y/N had noticed how disclosed Namjoon was when they were arriving. Head down, longer walking strides, the sunglasses, the large coat, and the scarf that covered from his mouth up.
This was typical behaviour of someone who didn't want to be seen. Y/N had seen many of his type.
Jisoo was in a state of confusion as Y/N mumbled a quiet, 'I'll call you when I get home,' and dashed into the surprisingly open shop.
"But you don't have a ph—," before he could finish, Y/N was out of sight. He sighed, a small smile grazed on his lips as he walked away.
Why was it open? There was no cashier to been seen, or any living soul in the isles. It was dead silent.
Y/N walked closer to the storage closet, he noticed a chair under the handle. It was obvious someone had locked them in there. But who?
He rolled his eyes, 'Childish' he thought. He removed the chair and open to door.
As he did, his eyes fell on Namjoon who had his head buried between his arms which lay atop his knees. His phone lay on the ground beside him, still charging.
Y/N approached him, laying a hand on his shoulder. He shook it gently.
"Namjoon?"
No response.
He moved his hand to Namjoon forehead, but quickly drew it back.
"Namjoon?"
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▪️4:00am▪ ️(Namjoon x Male!Reader)
Fanfiction❝Time has a wonderful way of showing us what's important.❞ Namjoon finds himself in absolute shit at 4:00am and Y/N is the only one that happens to be there. @rochelle