(DISCONTINUED)
Twenty year-old Namjoon plans on dropping out and getting a part time job at his nearby local cafe, to earn the expenses for his parents' illness. When servering, he ends up spilling a drink on a man he has never seen before.
Is this...
"Shit" the boy flinched at the alcohol being dabbed onto his face with a cotton. Namjoon mouthed a 'sorry' and continued to dab on alcohol onto the bruises. The boy flinched again only this time turning his head back from the cotton, leaving Namjoon puzzled.
"Does it sting too much kid?" Joon asked the boy
"Yeah no shit it hurts" The boy responded, "and the names Yoongi, dipshit" he rolled his eyes along with folding his arms.
"Yeah, sorry" Namjoon looked down being embarrassed for the painful fix-up, placing the cotton back on the bedside table. A little sigh escaped while at it. Feeling upset at himself he squeezed his eyes shut, opening them again after a second. He managed to cover up his frown with a dimpled smile.
"I'll just find some more bandages since their arent enough in here" taking a glance at the kit and back to Yoongi. He got up, left, and shut the door. leaving Yoongi in the rooms dead silence. He looked around Namjoons room only to find his attention fixated on a wooden box. It had a key hole on it, not to mention being placed at the top part of his shelf too. He got up and headed for the shelf. Tiptoeing to reach, he wrapped his hands around the box and carried it back to the bed. 'God damnit..how am I supposed to open the box? It had a fucking lock on it' He sighed.
!!!
Then it hit him. He quickly searched for the hairpin in his hair. Feeling a solid object he knew it was the pin. He took a look at it, 'Having a pin the same color as your hair isn'tso bad after all, huh?' and smirked. He bended the pin until it somewhat looked decent enough to pick the lock. 'Good enough' he inserted the bended pin into the keyhole and wiggled it around trying to find the 'click'.
It took some time before he heard the sound he was looking for. He placed the pin back into his hair and released a breath out. He carefully opened the box and-
"Hey Yoongi?" The door unlocked and came in Namjoon. They locked eyes. Namjoon stared at Yoongi's hands, where he had the box handled. Eyes widening he ran to Yoongi ripping the box away from him, shutting it closed.
"What the hell Yoons!?" Namjoon searched for the key in his cabinets until he found it and locked it once again,
"The fuck were you doing with the box?" Namjoon asked Yoongi, who couldn't even look at him due to being all flushed: red tint feeling embarrassed.
Namjoon sighed then walking over to the shelf, placing the box back and made his way back towards Yoongi. He squatted infront of Yoongi and rested his arms on his knees.
"Yoons?"
No reply//
"Hey..I'm sorry"
Still no reply//
"I didn't mean to yell at you-"
He felt arms around him, "I'm sorry Joon" He heard the smaller one say. Smiling, he returned the hug. It made Yoongi feel better knowing that Joon wasn't too mad. Wasn't mad enough he would yell all day. Yoongi placed space between the two men. 'God his eyes look beautiful' Yoongi thought while staring into Namjoons pupils 'Never seen someone look hot with dragon eyes before..'
