Forest-Namseok

Chapter 7

The night at the forest was unforgettable. Namjoon could not get over what he saw that night. The only thing that kept Namjoon sane was his books. His books and his job. He did not want to remember that man, how demonically beautiful and scary he looked at the same time. To be honest he didn't want to see him again. There was something extremely intimidating about him and he did not want to deal with that man ever again.

But the butterfly effect has started working and you dear reader and I, both know Namjoon's wish would not get granted. He should have made another decision.

As Namjoon was trying to recover for that night it was time to go to work. The weekend was over, his sulking would not continue any longer. Reluctantly, he got up from the imaginary safety his bed provided and dragged his feet towards his closet. Looking through the contents he thought if he should rebel against Mrs. Inde's orders to be always dressed like a tailor. He groaned as he saw his shirts and dress pants neatly ironed and hanged into his wardrobe. His dads love to dress him and brag about how their son looks so handsome in his shirts and pants. Guilt washed over Namjoon as he saw all the clothes his parents bought for him, shirts and suit pants were all so expensive... and his parents bought it all for him... what if they came over and saw him in a cheap hoodie and ripped jeans...

With a sigh he took his pajamas off and walked to his connected bathroom to take his usual morning shower and style his hair like normal. Usually, he wouldn't wear any makeup but today... oh gosh he didn't want his parents to see him with those dark circles, he didn't want to be questioned in his mood.

"Ugh... fuck my life... I really need to move out..." he grunted as he laid in front of his bed patting underneath for his Halloween supplies bag. He whined as his bare chest touched the floor of the carpet. He thanked the gods he didn't get dressed yet cause he had to hop into the shower again. He stood up and in all his naked glory he fished the foundation off the bag. You may be wondering why he had a Halloween bag full of make up under his bed; the answer will be that he was dared to dress up as a prostitute by his bullies when he was in high school. That was the only time he had worn make up, his competitive side had been awakened that day so he made his parents drive him to the nearby city for shopping. He had bought the slightest dress that suited him and a full bag of make-up both forgotten after that Halloween night.

After his second shower he covered his face with the beige cream that fitted his skin tone perfectly even to this day.

"If I get any chemical burns from this I'll exit life..." he whispered when he noticed that the foundation was long expired but it hadn't changed in form so... he guessed this was an appropriate time to start believing in God.

Once his hair was done, he had worn his outfit and sent his parents an 'I'm going to work. See you at lunch' text he was out the house and into his car. The morning was peaceful and the atmosphere was clear contradicting to Namjoon's mind that was dark and full with fear. He couldn't take his eyes off the forest line as he parked behind the bookstore. Sweat covered his nape as he unlocked the backdoor. He felt eyes on him but as he turned around he didn't see anything. 

Just the forest.

"Fuck me..." he growled as he turned the key and pushed the door open.

"Well I'd prefer it if you topped but I can fuck you no problem" a sarcastic voice was heard from behind Namjoon and he was pushed inside the dark back room of the store. "But unfortunately, you're not I'm already mated and I have to decline your offer"

"Who the fuck are you??" Namjoon masked his fear with anger as the naked man that saved him the other day locked the back door and walked towards him "What do you want from me? I didn't even go near that forest after what happened! Wha-!" The tall man was caught off guard as the shorter male forced his jacket off his shoulders and wore it instead. He pushed past the boy and walked to the front of the shop looking around the different shelves.