BTS Imagines And Prefences

4. Plenty Of Fish (Kim Namjoon)

The dock was always empty in the morning, sitting with your legs swinging off the side as you sipped a scalding coffee was the best way to wake up. Over the years, your tongue had become accustomed to the intense heat of your morning drinks and you no longer winced at the temperature.

It was to be expected when getting the first coffee each morning, the baristas were still dreary eyed as they greeted you with warm, tired smiles. They had stopped apologising for the bad coffee after the first few weeks of you returning each morning, giving them a small smile and exchanging a few words about the fog that was always blown in from the ocean.

You would collect your drink in glove covered hands, and disappear into the fog. But never completely, always wearing that bright yellow parka. A small ray of sunshine in the small village as you made your way through the narrow winding roads to the dock.

It was a shield you had worn since you were young, jumping in puddles with matching yellow wellies and laughing when your best friend jumped too hard and made the droplets splash into your face. He had the most infectious dimpled smile that you still remembered, those big brown eyes sparkling with mischief as he grabbed your hand and pulled you to run along the beach.

But he was gone, and you were alone.

The seagulls sat on your small fishing boat, their loud squawks breaking your memories as if demanding to know why you were taking so long. You were already behind schedule, you knew that because the sky was beginning to become tinged with the beginning of a sunrise, the light orange tones warming your face as you let yourself just sit.

The waves crashing masked everything; you would often sit at the end of the dock and let the quiet wash over you. Even in the midday when it was full of tourists and villagers you would still sit, like a yellow statue, at the end of the dock.

It was where you felt happiest; pulling your knees to your chest and hugging them you wondered why. The waves were fierce today, peaks occasionally reaching the wood, the spray hitting your face.

“Excuse me!” you jumped in surprise at the sound of another voice, calling out in a calmly panicked voice, “help!” The second shout held more desperation and you were already on your feet searching for him, a quick scan of the dock meant you knew that Namjoon had most likely fallen trying to climb onto your boat.

With a sigh you jumped to your feet, placing a hand on the side of the boat before jumping onto the rocking surface landing on a pile of rope with a short laugh, “Kim Namjoon! Clean up your mess!”

A hand latched onto your ankle and yanked on it, causing you to fall onto the rope, Namjoon burst into laughter when he caught sight of your figure splayed on your back, his eyes seemed to sparkle before he climbed back to his feet and offered you a hand.

His face was lit up with a dimpled smile, head tilted slightly as he tried to read your expression to see if he was actually in trouble with you. His eyes were the colour of the helm of your boat and as you found yourself staring into them, you felt a vague sense of home.

There was something familiar about Namjoon, it was like you were looking at him with a new pair of eyes, his crooked smile sent warmth rushing to your cheeks. Quickly you caught yourself beginning to swoon and took his hand using it to bounce back onto your feet, for a second you let yourself imagine falling forward and into his warm chest.

“You’re gonna break my hand, oh fuc-“, Namjoon groaned, and you looked up to catch him wincing. For a second you were tempted to tell him he had been asking for it; you were very content to fish alone but Namjoon had been crashing with you for a few weeks and almost seemed attached to your side.