When the Sun Fades

Spice

No one, ever, should be put in the position to choose between matters of the heart and hunger.

Namjoon knew it was a bad idea to drink on an empty stomach, especially when Jin is making the cocktails. But recently screwdrivers became the only ways he could tame his restless mind. Hangovers were terrible, that's for sure, but better than constant worrying.

She must have left an hour ago, he thought to himself. I'll pick up the food after then.

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It was dark outside and incredibly cold for September , but the walk to her apartment was always comforting. Even the walks of shame.

After 6 months, Namjoon became accustomed with the quiet, old neighbourhood. That area of Seoul was inhabited by childless, elderly couples and broke students who spent the majority of their day working or studying, so he didn't have to worry about paparazzis or teenagers who could easily recognise him. Still, Namjoon had to be careful, always carrying around a pair of shades and a dust mask.

Now that he was sober, he couldn't help but wander about how many times he had walked this path. He had no idea how long he would be able to do that, so he made sure to slow down his steps, always. The ARMY community was growing and growing and their music was getting recognition across the ocean, a concept Namjoon was still trying to grasp. But, as their fanbase was getting stronger and the expectations higher, he began to fear he could lose her, a possibility he was NOT able to accept. Namjoon was well aware that someday he would have to make a choice, because the only world where he could have their fans and the love of his life both by his side could only materialise in his dreams.

Lost in his thoughts and put on autopilot by his muscle memory, he arrived at the apartment complex after 20 minutes.

Namjoon sighed. He only had a couple of hours left. They won't be able to see each other for four months, and so much time apart so soon into the relationship couldn't be beneficial for sure.

Sun-hee was struggling with money at that time, so she couldn't afford a nice apartment like the one he shared with his band mates. She had been living in the same single room since she was 19, a freshman in college, for the cheap rent and the blessing of privacy and quietness. Her other 17 neighbours were just old ladies obsessed with their cats, often eavesdropping and giving him judgy looks as he left her apartment.

Namjoon wiped his feet on the front carpet, the one he gifted her two years ago, when they couldn't even think they'd be feeling this was about one another.

He knocked, hoping she would still be awake, working on one of her assignments or editing some photoshoots.

It wasn't long after she softly opened the door, rubbing her sleepy eyes. She smiled, her lips so pink and soft and gentle.

"I figured you'd be here and not at the restaurant. I'm so sorry I didn't call but I-"

He gasped, being grabbed by the collar. Sun-hee pulled him in for a kiss, a sense of relief conquering his body. He was home.

Sun-hee dragged him into the room, loudly closing the door with a kick. She pulled away, biting his lip, staring back into his eyes with her onyx gaze.

Namjoon could never get over her eyes. They were so perfect, in the shape of almonds, with sparse, short, brown lashes. Her pupils were so dark, finding himself often at a loss of words while looking into them.

She grabbed his arms, her expression hardening. Namjoon couldn't say that he was surprised. It always went like this.

"I should have known better. I don't even know why I let you in, son of a..."