Imperfect Perfection

☆chapter 4☆

Namjoon straightened his shirt, stealing a last glance at his outfit: nothing too spectacular, just a plain white shirt tucked into some jeans and a brand new pair of white sneakers. He let out a long sigh, he was really not in the mood for partying (in fact, he never was), but this was different- it was his best friend's birthday party, he should be excited and happy for the male, for fuck's sake! Yet, he just could not find that excitement and joy in himself at the moment, no matter how hard he tried, and that made it feel extremely guilty.

He grabbed his watch to check the time, he surely wouldn't want to be late seen as he knew how much of an annoying, crying baby (and also a bitch, but we don't have to talk about it) Jungkook could be when things don't please him.... Though, as soon as his fingers wrapped around the watch, it immediately broke.

"Are you kidding me?! That was brand new!"he muttered to himself. If Jin was there he could have fixed- No, stop thinking such things. He brushed his thoughts and feelings away and headed towards the door. Luckily enough, his friend Taehyung- who also happens to be the birthday boy's lover- lived nearby and offered him a ride to the party.

Namjoon opened up the door to the car door and was surprised to see a second presence inside "Hey dude, you ready? Oh, this is Jimin, he's a friend from work, and apparently Ggukie's childhood friend? Anyways, it was a big coincidence... but, I mean, isn't that was life's all about?"

"...Taehyung what did I tell you about smoking pot?"

"Wha- I'm not high, you dumbshit! For fuck's sake... Just... get in"  Taehyung exclaimed.

"Hello" said Jimin, flashing Namjoon a sweet smile as he waved shyly.

Namjoon smiled back at him, suddenly overcome with a strange feeling of happiness. "Hi I'm Namjoon, I'm this bastard's childhood friend, it's nice to meet you" . Namjoon said, earning a smack from Taehyung.

"I'm no bastard! If anyone here's a bastard, you're the bastard, you bastard" Taehyung snapped in and offended tone, causing Jimin to giggle.

"Yeah, sure" Namjoon sneered. They spent the rest of the car ride getting to know each other. Namjoon found himself overcome with the desire to protect Jimin at all cost. Honestly, the boy was just too lovable, the older male couldn't help but want to adopt him. Namjoon also found out that Jimin had the power to make people happy by just smiling, which explained the weird feeling of happiness which overtook him when the younger flashed him a smile.

The car eventually came to a stop in front of a house that was overflowing with drunk young adults and obnoxiously loud music. Namjoon wrinkeld his nose in disgust. 'Seriously, Jungkook? Why?' Namjoon hated the smell of alcohol; he also hated the effect it had on him- more specifically, he hated how bad it made him lose any sense of control. Last time he went to one of Jungkook's parties and got drunk, he woke up on the counter wearing a shirt that read #1 karaoke singer (side note: I love his karaoke skills).

He inhaled, letting the chill air fill his lungs as his hands found their way to his jeans' pockets. As he hopped off the car, his eyes flickered to the moon; a cold fog permeated the air in beautiful swirls and abstract lines. The moonlight seemed to have been twisted by the haze, its usual round format dissolved into a contorted, poorly drawn circle. The trees somewhat blurred into the dark background of the night sky, only some faint shades of green being lit by the moonlight. Namjoon peered at the beautiful scenery, which contrasted oddly with the sinful and very loud situation going on in front of him. A sudden voice cut him from his trance.

"Yo, Namjoon, the moon ain't got the answers for your questions, bro" He heard Taehyung say "C'mon, let's go inside" The two males walked ahead of him "And I'm the one who smokes pot?!" Taehyung scoffed. The older male just rolled his eyes and chuckled.