church boys ✒ namjin

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CHAPTER FOUR:
POETS & PROSE.

                             "HOW DO YOU TELL someone you love them in no homo?" BamBam, one of Namjoon's friends asked as he sipped on his fruity punch through a straw.

Namjoon thought for a moment, brows furrowing as he looked for a way to put it. He opened his mouth. "Dearest acquaintance, i have come to the realisation that i possess feelings of fond for you, however, strongly with no emphasis of homosexual content."

BamBam smiled and twirled the straw with his tongue expertly. "That's. . .descriptive," he said, finally looking up at Namjoon. "Thanks, man,"

Namjoon nodded and they sat in an otherwise silent ambience if it weren't for the music blasting from the speakers inside of the house. It wasn't that loud, more like muffled sound from where they sat in the patio, close to the pool outside.

Namjoon and a bunch of his friends had come a bit early to Jimin's party. Namjoon took Jimin's advice and used Yoongi as jail bait for his parents to let him sleep outside. It never would have happened other wise.

So he and a bunch of his friends came at least an hour early to set up everything (because Jimin has small hands and needs all the help he can get but you didn't hear that from him) but Namjoon and BamBam only offloaded the solo cups, dipped it in the punch bowl, a mixture of vodka in there, and snuck out to the patio claiming they'd done enough.

BamBam came for the drinks and Namjoon came so he could hover around the door and his face could be the first one the older man saw when he came inside. He wasn't kidding when he said he wouldn't leave his side. Parties could be scary.

"Ayo ladies and gentlemen!" He heard the voice of Jungkook announcing his presence as he threw the front door open.

He didn't even know why the younger boy was at the party. He was like sixteen and wasn't up to the age to drink. Well, not a lot of them were but they'd do it anyway. (#highschoollife!)

Jimin's neighbourhood was on the more wealthy side of town. His parents were top CEOs and it came with the perks of them never being around, compensating with money and gifts and letting him throw parties so he would not be alone. He and Taehyung were neighbours. Taehyung's parents being world renowned, on high demand artists. They, too, like Jimin's parents were hardly around so they basically let their only child do whatever he pleased, at least proud that he had taken over their artistic abilities.

The rest of them were the middle class kids. Although it was hard to forget with the rich kids spoiling them all day everyday.

A few hours in and the party was in full swing. The music was the type of loud where you were not at risk of a head ache and it didn't disturb the neighbours but you still had to yell over it. Namjoon stood at the door, anticipating Seokjin's arrival.

It'd been two hours since the time he'd sent for Seokjin to arrive and he was beginning to think the small but older boy wouldn't show, just to save himself the disappointment later. Still, he hovered around the door, greeting everyone that came and nurturing a red solo cup that was half full of clear liquid. It was water but just to steer clear from his clearly intoxicated friends offering him a drink, he held on to it and probably will through out the duration of the party.

Just as Namjoon was about to head outside and sit alone in the yard, his eyes landed on someone coming through the door. The person looked severely out of place mostly because it was a highschool party and he was wearing a fluffy baby pink sweater that stopped mid thigh and black transparent tights. The boy was continuously tugging on the sweater paw he made, as if feeling uncomfortable.