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NAMJOON liked reading books.

A lot, maybe too much. On weekdays like this the sun would roll onto the sky until the moon would show up and orbit around earth and Namjoon would be in a corner of his room, the window left open near his bed and a book on his hands, his eyes stuck in the pages.

It did not matter much what kind of book it was, but what Namjoon really liked was something that held a piece of some other country. A distant place, faraway place.

The cup of black coffee by his bedside table would produce plumes of vapor and he'd find himself wandering off to that different space as if he was really there, as if he was floating on the cloud of his coffee.

Some days he'd even forget to have dinner, not until he would start to feel nauseated and he would realize that he needed food. Only then would he put the book down and wander off to the kitchen.

Today wasn't an exception. It was an evening of a Sunday that felt like it came long due. Winter was only around the corner while Autumn still bloomed to its last breath.

While Namjoon would sometimes look out the window of his room and see the fallen leaves scattered here and there, he'd want to rush off to the street side where he had found a maple tree months ago, when it still rained, when Jin only had solemn expressions on.

Unlike the Jin today that he found leaning back on the kitchen counter, a black oversized hoodie on his lean body and his thumb quickly scrolling through the screen of his phone. The alpaca ring with a red scarf dangling from his phone's case did not go unnoticed by Namjoon.

"Hey," Jin looked up as Namjoon opened the refrigerator for a glass of milk.

"Hey," he could not but answer back with a smile that also danced on Jin's full lips.

"I made extra amount of curry for dinner, if you'd like some you can find it in the cabinet," Jin was again back to scrolling through his phone, his left foot up and continuously thrumming against the counter.

Namjoon wouldn't say he was the best at reading people, but when a person genuinely felt happy he could at least catch it.

The boy didn't really know what happened to Jin. There wasn't a big change on him after that talk, but he was glad to see Jin more joyful and less meticulous about his cleanliness in the dorm like before.

Muttering a thanks Namjoon trudged towards his own space in the lobby but then he saw Jungkook open the door to his room ever so slightly and squeezing himself out, his feet on the floor light, like a cat.

"God, you were in your room?" Jin shouted out making Namjoon stop. "You scared me!"

A sheepish grin made its way on to the youngster's boyish features. "I was sleeping."

"You have another package," Jin mindlessly tapped his feet on the counter. "Just who keeps sending you so many stuff? Or do you buy a lot online?"

"Both," Jungkook shrugged, not before he had sent a mischievous wink which made the eldest roll his eyes. Letting out a silent chuckle Namjoon sauntered toward his room and again he found himself on his bed, a tale of two cities in his hands.