"I made... food. Um. For you."
Namjoon sits on the kitchen table of Seokjin's house, black hair damp and resting over his face messily. He's being drowned in Seokjin's huge hoodie and loose sweatpants, and it's slightly embarrassing, but he's just grateful to be clean and fed.
"Food." Namjoon echoes and Seokjin sets down a little pot of what looks like kimchi stew. He pours out a bowl for Namjoon and some rice, and Namjoon waits patiently for his shadows to tell him that the food is in fact, not poisoned.
His shadows tap his shoulder in reassurance and Namjoon leans down slowly to eat.
Seokjin watches Namjoon fondly, before looking away with a frown. Namjoon is a total stranger. He wouldn't even give his name until Seokjin held his hand and asked him sternly a couple minutes ago, like a child. Was Namjoon being abused at home? Was he running away because his home was too harsh, too awful to stay at?
"Namjoon," Seokjin says softly and Namjoon looks up, mouth full of rice and kimchi. "Do you have a place to stay? Somewhere I can drop you off?"
Namjoon's eyes widen and he stops, staring at the table for a moment.
"N....no."
"You don't have a place to stay? A home? Nothing?"
"No." Namjoon sinks into the chair, and Seokjin purses his lips. He stares at the male, who's hunched over in the chair, looking small as he nervously makes
"Did you run away?" Seokjin asks gently and Namjoon flinches, trembling slightly in his seat.
He stands suddenly, making Seokjin flinch and the boy's eyes are wide. "Ex—excuse me, but c-can you please put on the news?" He nervously points to Seokjin's TV, and the elder nods, grabbing the remote and flicking it on.
Instantly, he's met with a screenful of chaos. Blurred out videos of dead bodies, the building he destroyed. Poloce are running and people are screaming, dying, because of him. On the bottom of the screen it says, Dangerous Awakened Child Kills Hundreds, Thousands Injured, and in the background, you can see him.
He's too far away to be seen, his face is too blurry in the camera to be spotted out. He's guessing this video was from a bystander who's camera survived, and Namjoon feels his shadows curling angrily against his flesh. He can see himself in the background screaming, and he grips the chair he's sitting in when he sees himself sink to the floor. His shadows had burst around him, stabbing every living thing around him while he sobbed brokenly on the floor and Namjoon's face pales. Luckily, the camera dropped when the shadowy knife sunk into the poor person that was filming the video.
Seokjin whistles lowly and Namjoon looks at him, frightened. "Awakened child, huh?" Seokjin's lips purse and Namjoon looks down at his feet, down at Seokjin's shadow. It's round, and normal. But Namjoon's shadow is dark and pitch black, and they'll glow a soft lavender when they move. He's not normal. But Kim Seokjin? Kim Seokjin is very, very normal.
"Is he-he a m-monster?" Namjoon mumbles out softly, and Seokjin turns to him curiously. "Is the Awakened kid," he points to the TV, "do you think he's a monster?"
Seokjin looks at him for a moment before humming. "I don't know. The news only shows you what they want to show you." He turns to the TV and clicks it off, making the screen go black and show the reflection of Namjoon and Seokjin in the kitchen. "I heard that the government tries to capture Awakened people and use them for their own selfish needs. That's why children of most Awakened's' are left to fend for themselves, or die from hunger and other natural needs not met."
Namjoon ducks his head guiltily and nods in agreement. Namjoon's parents died when he was very young. He assumes the government was trying to capture them as well: all he can remember is lots of yelling, screaming. But Namjoon's shadows had protected him, surrounding him in a little ball, hiding him from the intruder's eyes while keeping him safe.
"So-so why do you think the kid in the news did that?" Namjoon asks, a little too desperately.
"Perhaps he doesn't know how to control his abilities." Seokjin shrugs and sighs. "Or he was angry. Maybe he was evil, maybe not."
Namjoon nods after contemplating for a moment and sits down to finish eating. The rest of the night is silent like that until Namjoon wanders back into Seokjin's room and collapses on Seokjin's bed. The male is surprised, blinking rapidly, unsure of what to do since Namjoon is sleeping so soundly on his bed already.
I wonder how long he's going to stay. Or rather, how long I'm going to let him...
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Seokjin wakes up hugging Namjoon.
His legs are wrapped tightly around Namjoon's smaller waist, and his chest is pressed firmly to his back. And because Namjoon is much taller and thiccer, it looks like Seokjin's a little birdie clinging onto a wolf's back.
He pulls away the instant he realizes it, but doesn't think much of it. He spent too much time contemplating whether or not to let the boy stay or tell him to leave... but how can he make him leave when he's so lost and confused? Seokjin had to keep him. Besides, it's nice to have a companion.
"Hah...."
Seokjin pauses from stretching his legs out and turns to look at Namjoon. The male's cheeks are flushed and tears are streaming down his eyes, while his body is tightening up into a tiny ball. Seokjin frowns and strokes his hand down Namjoon's back to soothe him and the male lets out a choked cry.
"No.... no!" Namjoon shrieks out, and Seokjin jumps forward to thread his hands through Namjoon's black hair, gently rubbing his back and murmuring softly to him. "No—please, please —don'-...don' go..."
"S'alright, Namjoon, everything's okay." He murmurs and Namjoon sniffles, whimpering. "Don't cry, it's alright... you're safe..."
Namjoon calms down after a moment and continues into a quiet sleep. Seokjin sighs and sits back, carding a hand through his hair before sitting and going to make breakfast.
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ehheyyyy any suggestions as to what yall wanna see?? what rivalry do u want?? cause i have zero idea.
