church boys ✒ namjin

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CHAPTER SEVEN:
CIGARETTES.

        
                       "DO YOU WANT TO come over?" Seokjin asked into the darkness but the general direction of where Namjoon sat.

The younger boy did a double take. "I - Jinnie hyung, you know I can't," there's sorrow in Namjoon's voice, on that utterly shutters Seokjin's heart.

He smiled. "They don't need to know, Joonie. You said they don't get back until midnight. You'll just sneak in and sneak out before then,"

Namjoon couldn't see but there was a mischievous smile playing at the edge of Seokjin's lips. He thought about it for a while, unlit cigarette hanging between his fingers as he pursed his lips, deep in thought. Seokjin could not see Namjoon in the stale darkness, however if he could, he most likely would've thought the action was cute.

"Uh, I guess. What if the neighbours snitch, though?" Namjoon laid out his worries once more but in his defense, it was the first time he was sneaking out and not asking the permission of his strict parents before he did something. He had every right to be worried.

"Just climb through your room window, hop the fence and make your way over to mine. It's dark down there, I doubt anyone will see you, Joonie," Seokjin supplied, voice dangerously close since their houses were only a few fest apart.

"I guess," Namjoon hesitated. "You seem to have all this planned out," he teased.

Seokjin shrugged lazily in the darkness. "I've been thinking about this for a while," he admitted.

Namjoon's feeling did a choke slam on his heart and he suddenly was unaware of how to breathe. He knew if he spoke his voice would come out squeaky so he just settled for a quick and quiet 'alright,' humming as Seokjin said 'see you in five,'.

See, the thing was, Namjoon was a religiously good boy. Or at least he acted like one in front of his parents. He'd done a lot of rebellious shit but not anything that sneaking into the 'abominations' house next door while his parents could've maybe cut the sermon short (which, let's be honest, no way in hell) and could be on their way home as we speak.

He didn't know if it was the audacity of the brevity of the situation or just the fact that Seokjin admitted to thinking about them, together, alone in his house that had his heart pounding and his hands sweaty but he did know that that would be a problem.

It was easy sneaking out of his room. Seokjin was right. It was dark out there. Yet his nerves were all over the place. What if his sneaking snaking neighbours were spying on him to snitch to his parents as he was hopping the fence and making his way to Seokjin's window. He was thankful he knew the boys window from almost a month of their bedroom windows facing.

It would have been awkward to climb into his parents room . . .

Anyway, the climb there was successful and less than five minutes after he left his rooftop, he was being pulled into Seokjin's room, landing on his butt with a low thud. He couldn't really see inside of the room because Seokjin's lights were off but he could see outside which almost immediately went hidden after Seokjin closed his window and curtains. Namjoon was still on the floor, confused for a moment until Seokjin turned on the lights.

"You seemed to be really paranoid about the neighbours so I thought you'd feel better with the curtains closed," Seokjin explained, offering Namjoon a hand to hoist him up.

Namjoon hummed in understanding, taking Seokjin's hand and thanking him.

As he dusted himself off, he looked around the room. It was a pure white, large tumblr room with two doors, one of which, no doubt, led to a walk in closet and the other a bathroom. One large bed under the window, fairy lights, a reading and bed side table that entertained a red lava lamp and digital clock, a book shelf full of books and records, a bean bag and a small couch facing a medium sized TV.

"Wow, your room's nice," Namjoon smiled, turning towards Seokjin and finally letting his eyes wrack his attire.

He was in a fluffy pink Mario oversized shirt with small comfortable black shorts underneath. He looked really, really soft and really pretty.

"Thanks," Seokjin said with rosy cheeks. "You're staring," he added.

Namjoon coughed and cleared his throat simultaneously, hastily looking away. "Right!" His eyes fleeted once more around the room, still refusing to hold eye contact, he asked, "So, what are we doing?"

"Right. I didn't want to engage us in an activity that will keep you too long because, you know, your parents, and I didn't want something too loud because my parents are sleeping so I thought we would just lounge around and share entertaining stories," Seokjin shrugged, cutting off his ramble by pointing his bed which occupied a flurry of junk food. "I've got snacks,"

Namjoon smiled really wide when he spotted gummy worms, his favourite. "You had me at snacks,"

Seokjin barked out ephemeral laughter and gestured towards the bed with his hand. Namjoon took the hint and made his self comfortable, grabbing a pack of gummy worms and a soda. Not a very good combination but it would do.

That night, they talked. About everything, anything and nothing.

It was the deepest, strangest and stupidest conversation he'd ever had with any one because they would start off talking about the philosophical meaning of life and then venture into how cool it would be if pets could talk and then chat about what it would be like being a potato for a day. It was thoroughly beautiful. Namjoon had never felt so comfortable in a person's presence as he did that night.

He felt like a huge weight had left his shoulders. He could finally really be himself and that was all thanks to a scrawny little cross dresser. That night as Namjoon settled to sleep, he couldn't wipe off the big smile that had nestled its way onto his lips.

They parted with a hug a few minutes to midnight and Namjoon was in bed just in time to hear his parent's car approach the driveway. His heart was beating restlessly in his chest and for the first time it wasn't for fear of his parents. It was for the lingering baby soft smell of a certain male who'd hugged him a little too tight and smiled gently into his neck.

He was totally whipped. But that was okay, Seokjin was too. The only problem was that they were both too stone blind to see it.

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lmao where is this going, i wonder? ✒ zina.