rmjoon:
heyy, so hoseok told me to add you on snapchat because he knows you. i just wanna ask, what does 11:11 mean? i saw it on ur story
KIM NAMJOON X KIM SEOKJIN FANFICTION
Started 6/2/18
Completed 2/8/19
ALL STORYLINE AND CHARACTERS ARE MINE. I...
After Namjoon finally changes into his clothes, Jin is setting up the table in the kitchen, the aroma of sweet but basic ramyeon coating the room's air.
Joon happily smiles at himself in the mirror with satisfaction, and comes out of his room to investigate the smell of his favorite noodles being cooked. There Kim Seokjin was, cursing at the boiling water while holding his finger, which the younger guessed he probably burnt. To him, Jin still looked ethereal, though he rather looked like a goose making noises at grass. He saw the bowls on the table, and widened his eyes once he remembered something.
"Didn't I leave my condoms in the cabinet with the bowls?" He thought to himself.
In panic and realization, Namjoon loudly gasps. The elder turns around, still cradling his burnt hand.
"King size, hm? Hide then somewhere else next time," he states, throwing the unopened box at the stunned boy's area, who reacts to the throw and catches it before it hits anything else other than his hand. "Shall we eat?"
All Namjoon does is nod. Too surprised to say anything,he just munches on his ramen. ---
"Okay, time to go you damn turtle!"Jin exclaims, emphasizing the word "turtle."
"Coming," Namjoon drags, as he gets everything from a portable charger to a band-aid.
As they're walking to visit Lisa, Jin is paying attention to admiring his selfies instead of the sidewalk. The thud Seokjin makes as his ass kisses the cement grabs Namjoon's attention away from looking at little crabs. Turns out bringing a band-aid was helpful after all. The two pink haired boys sit together on the sidewalk, Jin hissing in pain and Namjoon apprehending to his wound.
"It's fine, hyung, it's just a scratch..."
"But my jeans are ripped!"
"I'll buy you new ones if you stop complaining."
"Deal."
After the exchange of some words, Namjoon carefully applies a Doraemon band-aid on the latter's knee.
"Kiss it better, please," Jin commands.
Namjoon's "whatthediddlydarnfuck" face was like this:
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And Seokjin's was like this:
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But out of nowhere, a windshield wiper laugh breaks the silence.
"I was kidding, it was a joke," Jin says in the middle of wheezing.
"A-Ah, okay," Joon replies. He was going to do that though.
--- im ending it here because im not actually on my phone im using my iPad I stole from my brother so yeah enjoy this chapter woohoo
