Namjoon was pacing again. That seemed to be all he could do that week. His slump had left his country in shambles and he'd spent days reasserting himself as the shadow leader.
He couldn't say that he was surprised with the condition of the country, nor was he surprised that some things were harder to reclaim and required force, but he was annoyed and tired.
He hadn't slept in over 72 hours and hadn't been to see the reason for his motivation in longer.
He found himself in need of his fix of both caffeine and absurdity constantly.
He was standing at one of his dozens of chalkboards, trying to find the best way to fix the recent economic changes when there was a knock at his door, and he hadn't said a word when it opened.
He was about to scold the intruder when he saw a head of silver hair, and he hung up his phone and smiled when his barista peeked inside, greeting the boxy smiled boy happily and gladly taking his cup of coffee from the boy's hand.
He'd missed his muse.
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Intellectual | K. N. J. + K. T. H.
ספרות חובביםIn which a bright boy is the intellectual sugar baby for a reclusive genius. Top | Namjoon Bottom | Taehyung I feel like my books have revealed me to be a Namjoon ship account, whoops
