Promise me now, even if you feel alone many times a day, don't throw yourself away
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Senseless.
That is how Hoseok feels when he wakes from an unexpected nap on the couch to stare blankly at the ceiling. How he feels when he hears someone knocking again. How he feels when he opens the door to find Namjoon standing there with the dimpled smile he wore so very often around him.
He is reserved when Namjoon asks him to join him for lunch, and even after he's freshened up, remains quite distant on their walk to the cafe.
They eat. They wander around. They make small talk.
Hoseok closes his eyes and exhales deeply. Once. Twice.
"Namjoon."
The tall male slowly halts in his step from where he'd hastily been taking Hoseok to the next unknown location.
Hoseok couldn't quite understand why the male was still deciding to walk with him. He hadn't said much since they'd left his apartment and he sure as hell was not being entertaining.
But what he did notice was that the tall male had been fidgety for the past half hour. Granted, Namjoon kept smiling and laughs easily escaped his lips, but there was also an unusual look to his eyes. Troubled and almost urgent.
Like he was doing whatever he could in his endowment to make Hoseok smile.
But that was the problem. Hoseok couldn't. He wasn't necessarily tired, but for the lack of a better word, he felt drained for no reason.
And seeing Namjoon continue to look and speak with him as though his silence wasn't being a bother made him feel awkward. Which is why Hoseok eventually decides that he couldn't go another minute with the weird behavior of the younger. So, after regarding a bench come into his view, Hoseok had stopped and finally called out for the other.
"Yes?" Namjoon instantly asks, his head turning expectantly to hear what the blonde-haired male had to say. His brows draw together after realizing they were quite a distance away from each other.
When Hoseok doesn't say anything, Namjoon frowns and walks closer, viewing as the blonde-haired male sits down upon a bench. Following suit, Namjoon slowly sinks onto the empty space beside him. "What's wrong?"
"Are you okay?"
Namjoon tilts his head, his frown deepening. "Me? Of course, I'm fine."
