UNIVERSE / BTS.

82: promise / namguk

PROMISE
( part 2 )

WORD COUNT 3k
OVERVIEW pretty boys, recording sessions, and nail varnish
PLAYLIST mixtape #3 / stray kids, youth / troye sivan

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"THAT WAS REALLY GOOD, jeongguk."

jeongguk blushes pink as a fresh peach as he takes off his headphones, having finished recording a quite experimental song, my boy. it's been an hour since they started recording, and namjoon's simply amazed at how talented this boy is. my boy is a mix of jazz-like scatting and deep voiced lyrics, and namjoon has some really good ideas for producing it.

"do you wanna get some lunch?" he asks jeongguk, stretching out in his chair. "there's this tiny little ramen place in the alley like five minutes away and i think you'd really like it. you up for it?"

jeongguk nods, his cheeks still beautifully flushed, pushing his glasses up his nose. namjoon sort of wants to kiss his flushed cheeks. he shakes the thought away and stands up from the chair, bending at a ninety degree angle to stretch his legs and back. jeongguk's shirt untucks from his jeans as he lifts his arms up, his slim waist revealed - it's so small, namjoon bets his hands would fit perfectly around it -, a strip of honey skin flashing. namjoon swallows dryly.

"man, i'm stiff," jeongguk squats to bend his legs and get them working, and wow, he's really trying namjoon, with his cute flushed cheeks and flustered smile and cute butt in those flattering jeans and his messy hair and just everything. "shall we go?" he asks, straightening up. namjoon nods, a bit sluggish.

"y-yeah, lemme get my stuff," they walk out of the studio and namjoon grabs his small kanken backpack from it's peg, checking his wallet for cash. he has maybe twenty thousand yen, so he's good to pay for lunch.

jeongguk is lacing up his shoes as namjoon searches for his dm's in the mess under his bed, taking off his snapback to run a hand through his hair. he definitely catches jeongguk staring, which makes him smile before he walks to the door, keys in hand. "c'mon then. i'm starving!"

breaths steam in the air as they walk off campus, jeongguk humming a soft song and smiling. one of his front teeth is slightly crooked, namjoon notices, sort of bunny like, and it's endearingly cute.

nagami ramen corner shop is a tiny and quick service ramen place down an alleyway that namjoon found after a study binge with jimin, the two roaming the streets of tokyo for a decent ramen place. it's small, being maybe three metres wide counting from the counter area, and it has seating for seven at the counter and a small booth for parties who prefer more privacy. the beads that hang from the door rattle as the two boys walk in, the atmosphere warm and smelling of egg noodles, jeongguk looking cutely amazed. namjoon leads him to the booth and smiles at the owner's daughter.

"nakiya! how are you? nice to see you again!"

"joon," nakiya grins widely, her hair tied into a neat bun. "everything's good. who's the guy? he's gorgeous."

"t-thanks." jeongguk blushes at the compliment, blunt fingernails scratching at the bamboo mat on the table.

"this is jeongguk, my friend," namjoon explains, watching the younger pick up his menu with delicate fingers, reading the options with a cute furrowed brow and pursed lips. "i'll have my usual, extra spice, please."

"uh, i'll have the veggie egg noodles, with wasabi, please." jeongguk decides. nakiya writes the orders down and leaves with a smile. the shop feels sort of crowded because it's small, older construction workers coming in for huge bowls of pork cutlet and noodles, intense slurping sounds covering the radio music.