Namjoon's heart pounded with every step.
And then he saw him.
Seokjin was sitting at the edge of the clearing, surrounded by pups who were tucking evergreen sprigs into his hair and behind his ears. He was letting them, very still, with a patience that looked almost like amusement, one corner of his mouth turned up.
Namjoon stopped walking. He could not move. He could not breathe.
That is Seokjin.
But it was not the Seokjin he remembered. The Seokjin he remembered had been thin and pale, his shoulders hunched, his eyes hollow. He had moved with the careful, practiced grace of a wolf who had been taught to make himself small. He had spoken in a voice that was not his own, a breathy falsetto that had made Namjoon's heart ache.
Meraki, Namjin AU, Chapter 11 posted ❤️
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