Imperfect Perfection

☆chapter 5☆

Namjoon stood there in utter shock as he stared wide-eyed at the male. He could not believe his eyes, the stranger whom he had met almost 12 hours ago, who had helped him, was at his best friend's birthday party. As much as his mind tried to tell him wrong, the charming male standing in front of him was tangible evidence enough for him to believe it.

Seokjin turned around and as soon as their gazes met, his expressions mirrored Namjoon's. Both of them stood there, completely dumbfounded for a couple seconds, in the middle of the party. The chaotic environment faded into the background, the dancing bodies now resembled nothing but indistinguishable shadows and the deafening music became a single whisper. Seokjin was the first to break free from the weird trance they seemed to have been put on.

"Not gonna lie, when I first saw you earlier today, you didn't seem like the type to party frequently" Seokjin said, raising his voice so that Namjoon could hear him.

"W-what... what are you doing here? How... How come...?" Namjoon tried to ask, but his words got stuck in his throat, his head still not completely wrapped around the unexpected presence in front of him.

"I'm Jungkook's friend from work, we hang out sometimes." He explained "How do you know him?"

Namjoon chuckled "I-I'm that idiot's best friend... He-" Namjoon sighed "Sorry, I'm still kinda shocked" He scratched his neck, despising the awkwardness that's built up inside him.

Seokjin let out an airy chuckle "You're not the only one" The male looked around the hectic atmosphere, an unbeknownst, side smile growing on his plump lips "Well, now that I think of it, Jungkook did mention someone named 'Namjoon', but I surely didn't know that was you... What are the odds, huh? You know, maybe it's just destiny giving you a second chance, since you decided not to text me" Seokjin looked up at the other.

Seokjin's confidence always manage to take Namjoon aback- it did not sound like cockiness or arrogance, instead it gave him a brighter aura. The undying glint in the boy's eyes resembled tiny little stars, which seemed to have fallen there by accident.

"No, I did intend on texting you, it's just that... I mean the piece of paper kinda, sorta, maybe... flew outta the window-" Namjoon mumbled, the sound being muffled by the loud music.

"What? I can't hear you" Seokjin's asked, squinting his eyes as he tried to lip read the words coming out of the other's mouth.

"The paper, it flew out of a window" He repeated himself, this time pronouncing the words clearly.

Seokjin tilted his head, the male's facial expressions had a mix of amusement yet offense "Uhm, that sounds like a pretty lame excuse, you know?"

Namjoon sighed and ran a hand through his face "No, seriously. I was- You know what? Let's get out of here, I can barely hear my own thoughts" He gently cupped Seokjin's thin wrist with his long fingers, startling the aforementioned by the unexpected touch.

Namjoon lead them through the crowd, carefully dodging every sudden move made by the wild, drunk people who were dancing like there was no tomorrow. His grasp on Seokjin's skin was tender, which was quite surprising, since he was supposed to destroy everything he touches. Seokjin looked down at his wrist, noticing how Namjoon was clearly putting effort into not smashing his bones. His eyes then traveled up, landing on the male's tall, slender figure; the light brown locks matched his honey bronze skin very well, the white shirt hugged his figure and enhanced the natural muscles underneath the fabric. Namjoon was, overall, a very attractive male- and it surprised Seokjin that he hadn't noticed such feature before. He quickly let go of those thoughts, though.