Imperfect Perfection

☆chapter 2☆

Namjoon's eyes fluttered open. The first thing he noticed was a beautiful boy standing over him, he looked a bit older then the male, who noticed the other's broad shoulders and plump lips through his still somewhat blurry vision. The second thing he noticed was the throbbing pain in the back of his head and his rib cage. He groaned, causing the older, unknown boy to look even more worried.

Namjoon sighed in frustration and brought his hand to the tree crushing him. He concentrated his energy to the part of the tree covering him, causing it to shatter. The older boy finally snapped out of his confused daze and rushed to help Namjoon.

He placed his hand behind the youngers head where the cut was. Namjoon gave him a confused look.

"Oh god... uhm, I'm just going to heal you, okay? It should only take a few seconds" said the older, Namjoon blushed slightly at his words. He was still quite intrigued with the current situation. His mind was hazy and, thus, he couldn't fully process what happened and how exactly he got there- one second he was rushing to work and the next he was lying on the ground with a godforsaken tree on top of his torso, and a beautiful male hovering him. Meh, that's life I guess.

After a few seconds, he moved on to the younger's  rib cage "I'm sorry, this might sound weird, but I'm gonna have to ask you to lift your shirt a little. I swear to God I'm not a perv" said the older boy awkwardly. Namjoon's face turned bright red at his request.

"Umm yeah, s-sure" he stammered. The older awkwardly lifted Namjoon's shirt and placed his hand on the younger's rib cage. A weird tingling sensation spread through Namjoon's body when the older boy's hand made contact with his skin. He pushed it aside, though.

The male's hand glowed a soft pink, effectively healing Namjoon's broken rib. When he was done, he offered his hand to the younger to help him get up, which he accepted gratefully. Once he stood up, Namjoon realized that his shirt had a giant rip in it. The male groaned- he couldn't go to work like this, his boss would murder him! The older laughed at his frustration, and Namjoon noticed how his laugh somewhat resembled the noise of a windshield laughter, which amused him.

"Here, I'll help you fix your shirt" said the older will giggling.

"How? I thought your power was healing" Namjoon asked, still confused, as the older fixed his shirt.

"No, I actually have the ability to fix things" the unknown male explained, scratching the back of his head.

"Wow that's actually amazing" said Namjoon, amazement lacing his tone "I have the ability to break things. It's pretty useless, that's how I ended up being crushed by a tree".

The older looked at him in wonder, "Wow, the power of breaking things... that's definitely a first. You're almost like... a god of destruction. Plus, it's not useless, that's actually pretty amazing- not as amazing as mine, but still pretty cool". It might be weird, but the older's confidence amused Namjoon, who found himself getting more intrigued about the whole situation and about the charming male kneeling beside him.

He chuckled and put out his hand for a hand shake "I'm Namjoon, but god of destruction actually sounds pretty cool"

The older was surprised, normally people confused his confidence for narcissism and got scared away. He put out his hand to meet Namjoon's in a handshake.

"My name's Seokjin, but my friends call me Jin. Namjoon's too long of a name, so from now on you're Joonie" Namjoon's heart fluttered at the nickname. Jin took a piece of paper out of his coat pocket, scribbled his number on it and gave it to joonie. "Call me if you ever get crushed by a tree again... or if you're just bored" he winked before strutting away.

Namjoon watched as the male casually walked away. He was left in shock. Maybe today wasn't going to be so horrible after all.

^^ Namjoon was sh00k, unlike his hand 👀✋🏻