Bottom Namjoon Oneshot Book

Barrier of reality (Sequel) - Taejoon [R]

"Kim Namjoon is such a nerd."

"Looked like a monkey."

"What's with his clothes? Those looks as if were pick up from the trash."

Namjoon lowered his head as he walked passed those girls which were clearly gossiping about him. He knew he wasn't all that handsome or rich, but people seemed to always like to gossip about his appearance.

It was his nature that he didn't talk much, people called him emo. It wasn't like he cared about fashion and his choice for clothing, people said those clothes were rags. It's not like he wanted to be born this way, people said he looked like a monkey just because he didn't usually take care of his looks.

People didn't care about Namjoon choices, they humiliate the male for being natural.

Namjoon, just like any other human, felt scared. He was scared of being despise, scared for being judged.

He changed his looks, pick out new choices for fashion and started to be more talkative and friendly. Those were really uncomfortable, but Namjoon thought of doing this for everyone sake.

He indeed got acknowledge. People started hanging out with him more, and started calling him perfect.

Namjoon didn't get judge. He felt empty in his shell.

No one reached out to his true nature, just the shell that counted.

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Namjoon flicked his eyes open abruptly, greeting him was the unfamiliar white ceiling. He jolted at the scene, quickly lifted his body up to observe his surroundings.

It was not his room, not that Namjoon remember coming here. The room were small enough for 1 person, with its aesthetic design. Walls were painted in shades of grey, created the depth for the room while each furniture were organize neat and smartly, making the room looked bigger than what it actually was.

The bed were placed by a corner, beside the window with a small pot of cactus there. Namjoon carefully moved off the blanket then staring at the beautiful afternoon sky outside of the simple designed window.

He was kinda lost, not sure of how to react. He slowly remembered what happened before and feels himself blushing from shame. He couldn't believe that he actually cried in front of someone he hasn't known for long and actually about to commit suicide. Namjoon cursed himself for being overly dumb and stupid at times.

Namjoon snapped back into reality when he heard the door clicked. The door slowly opened reveal a anxious Taehyung holding a tray with some food on it in his hands. He slowly approached Namjoon, putting down the tray beside him as he pulled out a chair that face the bed. Taehyung sit down facing a confused Namjoon, the fidgety boy squirmed uncomfortable on the chair.

No one uttered a words. Namjoon kept staring curiously at Taehyung while the boy just looking down at his legs. Letting out a heaving sighed, Namjoon decided to ask.

"How did I get here?"

Taehyung tilted his head up at Namjoon, he nervously spoke up.

"U-um. Y-you passed out so I-I bring you here. This is my house..."

Namjoon only hummed, he gazed deeply at Taehyung but the boy was too restless to face him directly. His heart clenched at the scene. He didn't mean to make Taehyung feel this scared around him, he felt himself as for being too selfish when the boy, honestly, was only try to be his friend. He wanted to make this uncomfortable tension go away.

"Hey." Namjoon softly said, making Taehyung stopped playing with the hem of his shirts and turned up to him.

"Yes hyung?"