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fluffyydumplings · 3 years ago

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The Handsome Friend of a Friend

Gone - Part 4

Summary: Jiwon, the guy who had a crush on you during elementary school is back in town. And he’s brought a friend with him. A broad-shouldered fashion illustrator with chiselled features like one of the many marble sculptures that Yoongi swears his life over. But.. ties run deeper than they appear. For aside from being a beauty he happens to be an old friend of Namjoon’s and a fellow part-timer of Yoongi’s. The fun part is, they both seem to be rather fond of him. Maybe even a little more than necessary. And you can see why. He’s one charming fellow.

Word Count: 7.7k

Genre: poly!au / painter!namjoon x sculptor!yoongi x fashion illustrator!jinx traveller!reader / angst / fluff/poetry / romance

Warnings: profanity / bad childhood memory (crying)

A/N: It barely took three days. I am flabbergasted by how quickly I was able to finish this chapter. It was calming to write. And when I reread it, I felt comforted.. This chapter is like a sip of hot tea on a rainy day, a blanket draped over your shoulder..

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Perched up by the window like a bird waiting for its morning feed, shades of olive and forest green paced back and forth against the partly rough yet ever so smooth paper of his sketchbook. A kitty in the room next to that of his, legs tall and strong as marble is broke off slightly on the sides and front - by the help of a grinder and his stable yet skilled pair of hands.

He might not be doing what the Ancient Greeks did, with all the machines that are now available, but that does not make his craft any less demanding or valuable for that matter. It speaks in how carefully yet with great pressure he is dealing with the block in his reach. For if he isn’t thorough or thoughtful enough, days of work and countless aching of muscles will go to waste. And at night, he’ll end up embracing his tired body with frowns and even sometimes tears of failure.

You?

‘Huhhhhh!’ yawning for the fucking tenth time, you struggle to move. Your body is so obsessed with the feeling of being in bed and doing nothing, it refuses to stop.

‘What a nice day-’

*ring ring*

Struggling to open your eyes, you are startled and hit the headboard.

‘Who the fuck are you?!’ you cry and scream dramatically at the same time.

‘Hello..’ it’s an unknown number, but that doesn't stop your grouchy voice from passing through to the other side.

‘Wrong number.. I’m going to hang-’

Interrupted once again, you are ready to punch whoever this bastard is. How dare they disturb your sleep like this? You aren’t done sleeping just yet! How dare they!!

‘Ahaha..’

Holy oranges.. You know who that is.

Ahdhjffhdhfhhfhdhhjndjdbtngngntjghhhgghhghgjnnghjj

‘It’s Jiwon, baby,’ you can hear him winking (not literally.. But, still) - that cocky little not-so-little bastard..!!!

Freezes up and regrets all two decades of your life. Because damn.. Your choices in terms of friends, suck.. They really fucking suck!

Okay, maybe he isn’t much of a friend. More like, that small little boy who used to trail behind your back in elementary school. Who called you Noona and once embarrassed you in front of the whole school by declaring his ‘love’ for you..

The moment still has you flushing red like a cranberry dipped in strawberry syrup. You told Namjoon and Yoongi the story a few months ago and they both flipped the fuck out and started cackling.

‘Is my pain funny to you?’ you recall yourself grimacing.

‘Yes, honey.. It is,’ Yoongi never stops, his eyes crinkling with what he calls: ‘sunshine moons’. Whatever he says? *eye roll*

Anyway..

‘Y/N, the love of my life!’

Mouth vomit.. Your feet were squirming as you prevent yourself from screaming in cringe at what your ears just witnessed.

‘What do you want, Jiwon?’

As much as Jiwon was not your favourite person ever - 100th favourite person, he has a special place in your head. Okay... Maybe heart too.

He’s the annoying small fry, that irritates the shit out of you, but you’d never get rid of for fuck’s sake.

‘Oh.. Noona! Don’t you miss me?’

This brat! You swear, if you ever see him again, you will snap his head off. Always goofing around with you.

'As if!'

'Ahhhh... My poor heart.'

'Why have you called, Ji?'

'Oh.. Aren't you going to ask about how I am doing?'

'Oh, Ji.. Fine, Fine. Yadi ya ya ya.. How are you doing, Ji?'

'Wonderful.. as you are now talking to me, Noona.'

'Flirty Ji is back at it again.'

'Oh, yes. I've got big news.'

'Did you get rid of that ridiculous bob cut of yours?'

You remember him and his yellow duckling plushy. Sometimes you'd question whether he or the inanimate cotton stuffed animal was that of the same breed. A part of you finds him more of a duck than it was. In the way he'd waddle around and continuously act cute, he was a duck in all of his glory.

The plushy was gone once adulthood reached. However, his bob cut remained the same. When you sent him off to his new job overseas, he still wore it ever so proudly - even if it made him look hideous.

'I did. How did you know? Do you have eyes on me? Are you watching from that camera over there?'

'I can't afford that. Am I a secret agent that works for the CIA or what?'

'Oooh.. Are you?'

'Want me to show you my cyanide pen?'

The beauty of knowing someone for so long is that you grow scarily comfortable with them. You can begin a conversation by talking about global warming and end the conversation by talking about clowns.

'Nooo.. Noona, Noooooo.'

'Whiny as always.'

You miss having someone to tease.

Caught in a lie~

Namjoon and Yoongi are two human beings that are constant in your life. You tease them whenever you get the chance to do so. You simply just missed Jiwon.

'So.. big news, Ji.'

'Don't tell me you are getting married too.'

You've grown into a habit of babbling non-stop. Was it because of the numbers that kept adding up every year, or was it simply because you had a lot to talk about? Perhaps it is both.

'Y/N noona. The only wedding I'll attend is ours.'

That- That- That little shit!

'Guess who's back from London?'

Holy oranges! Damn you, Min Yoongi and Kim Namjoon. One has to grow oranges and the other has to live off of oranges. What a pair! Farmer, consumer.. You? You are the fucking orange. 'We both love oranges. We both love you. You're an orange, Y/N.' Says Mr Kim Fucking Namjoon that accidentally broke his damn computer for the fucking fifth time this month. Surprisingly, it doesn't have a gigantic hole through it yet. You might have jinxed it. -ㅅ-

'Y/N berry boo blue, the love of my life.'

You're going to end up with loose teeth from all this grinding. Cringe, I tell you! Cringe!

'Is your place free?'

What the!!! Does he want to stay here? Go get a fucking hotel or motel to stay at! You don't run a resort. This place isn't even yours..

Time to pack your bags and scoot your ass out of here. You'll get a new identity, and toss your phone into the sea. Ewww.. Say no to pollution. You'll sell the phone and get money from it.

Then you'll buy a yacht. Laying down, sipping tea, two pretty and kind-hearted boys on the side, fresh air and the sound of waves crashing. Fabulous. Isn't it?'

'Noona?' pleading voice.

You are weak for that.. Your knees already ache!! fdshggfjhgfjhfjhfhvhjhhvfbhnmbhm

'Yes.. And why do you ask?'

You suck at lying.. Honesty was an aspect of a person you admired most. You couldn't lie.

'I brought a friend with me. He needs a place to stay.'

'What the!! Are you sure you didn't bring a lunatic along with you? What if he kills me?'

'No.. No.. He's a Fashion illustrator who got a job transfer to Korea.'

'And that excuses him from being a possible murderer of some sort?'

'No..'

'But still.. He's safe, I guarantee my life on it.'

They must be close. You'll consider it. 'Consider', not accept.

'Is he a foreigner? With the British accent and all?'

You can hear laughter spring deep from him. The type that has your stomach clenching and your eyes watery.

'Ahahhhaaa..' his laughter only gets louder and louder over time.

'I can't... breathe,' he really can't. By the way, his word are stuck in his throat, it is evident that he's barely breathing.

'Pure breed Korean. Can't speak English for fuck's sake. Eats Korean, inhales Korean and drinks Korean.'

Man.. He's real serious about this guy not knowing his English.

'Ayeeee!' a rather aggravated and playful voice shouts.

Yep.. Korean. That 'Ayeeeee!' screamed: "If I'm not Korean, what am I?"

'Bring him over. I'll see if I'll let him stay or not.'

You can't let your guard down. You have a profound set of trust issues. Profound set of trust issues? What the fucking oranges. (Yep.. at it again).. Trust issues towards homo sapiens, trust issues towards animals and trust issues towards objects. What?! That panda might be cute, but it can rip your face off. Oh.. Yes! Those pall point pens - they can blind you with that evily sharp tip of theirs. You are already blind.. can't risk your eyesight getting any worse than it already is.

'Are you going to interrogate him? The man's going to pee in his pants. The guy can't kill a fly.. No.. The guy starts running like superman when he sees.. You know what! Not even a fly. He starts freaking out at fruit flies. He's a scaredy-cat, and coward in one package.'

Damn.. What a fun guy! What?! He sounds fun, okay. Fun! Unlike those assholes who act strong, but are weak shit. We appreciate an honest man. Who the fuck cares? Why do men have to be strong all the time? Haven't we established that a long time ago? Fuck those stereotypes. This guy's adorable.. You feel it.. You feel it.. From your soul. And- And- And.. the oranges that Namjoon harvested this morning.

'I'll be the judge of that.’

AHAAHJAAA.. You just pictured.. You and Yoongi playing the bad cop, and Namjoon sitting there and trying to be understanding - the good cop.

'Aigo! Painters are different for sure.. Aigo!' you can hear that grumpy man fussing on and on about how kind Joon is - the grumpy old man that you love dearly.

'So.. Yes?'

'Aigo! Did I say no? Bring this friend of yours over.. I won't scare him too much.'

'Too much? The guy's ready to use spring onions to scare you away. And that's his precious baby. In his words: 'Flavour.' Go easy on him.'

'He's like the older brother I never had. When I first arrived there, I had no one. That's what I thought. Until he came out of nowhere and went: 'Do you want me to help you around.' He's pretty big over in England, you see.. He's also very much familiar with the place I'm working at.'

'He's my life saviour.. Or as he likes to call himself: the handsome angel that descended from heaven to save me.'

Full of himself.. He's quite full of himself.. Interesting.

'I'm going to miss having him around. Take good care of him.'

But if Jiwon is fond of him, you are too. Jiwon doesn't hang around with just anyone. You recall his mother suggesting he make friends with this other rather scrawny little boy when he was younger. He outright refused and cried no. That same boy then appeared on the tv one day, arrested for arson. You remember many other occurrences like this. Jiwon's got a good eye and hunch. You trust him…

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*ding dong*

'That must be him..' you poke playfully at Yoongi.

'Honey.. Why are you hitting me? And.. Why are you pouting? I mean.. you look adorable as always. But.. Why?'

Yoongi's care for you run miles and hours and through days and nights. 525,600 minutes are in year. His love for you is beyond that. He might never name a star after you ( he probably would if you asked him to), but every day he assures you that you are his entire universe - you and Namjoon. His family.. The people he would want more than ever to spend the rest of his life with.

'Without you guys, my life would be so boring. You are like chisels that shape me into a better person every day. Without my chisels, I'm a mere marble block.' his head on your lap, and his feet on Namjoon's lap (muscular fucking thighs that Yoongi secretly loves to squeeze), he becomes all sentimental.

You tease him for that once in a while.. Any time your Yoonie is soft, your heart turns into mush. The good kind of soft fluffy cotton mush.

'He's here..' you hug onto his arm - his pretty and cuddly arm.

'I know, honey.. You told me that two hours ago.'

'We need to go open the door for him, honey... It's pretty chilly outside.'

'Okay..' you never stop holding onto him.

Even as he attempts to open the door. Yes.. attempt.. Because..

'Wu-wait! What if he hurts you?.. I don't want to hurt you,' at that he giggles.

'Y/nieee, honey.. That was why you were scared? I'll be fine. I can protect myself,' he pats you gently on the head.

His silly baby..

You might be wondering. Where in the world did sensible Ms Y/n go? Can't a person be silly for once? This is a side of you that exists. There is nothing to be ashamed of.

'I'll open the door in a count of three. Three.. two.. one..' you close your eyes, but then light shines through.

Revealing a pretty face... A really pretty face.. Like, holy oranges. So fucking pretty! jnvdjjdjjhdgjjjdjhjdvjbvdvvvbb

'Jin hyung?'

Wait a moment.. He knows him? And you were scared for a second. Forehead slap.. literally!

'Ahahahahaha. You were scared of him?' This guy used to get startled by the sound of a blender turning on.'

'And yes, I used to work part-time at a cafe. 11th grade..'

You learn something new every day. One thing for sure is, Yoongi looks beautiful with an apron wrapped around his waist. Oh, how badly you wish you could have been with him then. There's no use crying over spilt milk though. It's not like you can walk through some humongous time machine and beg him to not move away. The past is in the past. All that matters now is the fact that he is here with you.

You can now wake up every morning (except for those times where "mommy" dearest actually realises that you are missing and calls the shit out of your phone) to a kitchen wafting of bread dipped in egg and milk, pan-fried to utter perfection. The smell and thought of Yoongi's homemade french toast has your feet curling out of joy.

The best part.. Drum roll please! Yoongi wearing an apron, his morning kisses, Namjoon's back hugs and his deep yet sexy morning voice. :]..

'Yahhh! You can't embarrass me the moment I arrive here. What will Y/N think of me?' Jin's ears are flaring red.

He looks about ready to explode/run away.

'After having to endure the wrath and stupidity of countless of customers, fellow employees and employers you get an inch closer or so.'

'An inch! Yi-yahhhhhh! I'm disappointed.. I thought we were closer than that.'

So.. Is this 'Jin' guy just going to stand outside and continue with looking attractive as heck? He's going to start blending in with his background soon. With his burnt orange scarf, sweater and leggings.. He seems to love the colour. Or is this shade in trend at the moment? - whatever the kids these days say. He's a fashion illustrator.. It could be.

The leaves are pumpkin orange this month, all plummeting to the ground. To gain something you have to lose something - nature is a perfect example of that. Through the shedding of leaves, water is conserved.

Lost is a beautiful process, the trees whisper into your ear. And you admit, it speaks the truth. Lost is as beautiful just as it is painful. The last breath a person takes before they die, the struggle to speak and the sad, thankful, yet regretful smile or frown on their faces as death embraces them. The thought of such has your stomach churning, yet your lips going: 'So.. this is the beauty of life. Beauty is painful.'

But.. seriously though. That gorgeous face of his is going to start looking like a crispy orangey-brown leaf any moment soon. What are we going to do next? Grind him up into orange juice?

'You should come inside.'

You are not dragging a corpse off of your (Yoongi's) front gate. Well, technically Yoongi only inhabits one apartment in this building. Nevertheless, your house. You might not pay the bills or rent, but the fact that you consider this place home is enough. Yoongi considers you a permanent guest. What more is there to it?

‘Thank you, Y/Nshi.’

You have to admit. He isn’t anything you expected him to be. Humble and rather down to earth. Not as narcissistic as you expected him to be. You can’t judge a book till you finish it. I guess Jin will be judged according to that saying - the one you made up in a matter of five seconds.

‘I will introduce my-’

‘I think we should get you warm and cuddled up first before we get to that.’

Oh, Y/niee.. Why did you interrupt him? That wasn’t polite of you.

‘Oh- I’m sorry for interrupting you.’

‘No.. No.. No.. not at all. I should have waited till we entered the apartment first.’

‘If you say so,’ your lips meet awkwardly. It isn’t a smile, it’s an impromptu method of easing the tense air lingering above two strangers.

There are people you meet that will click with you with instantly - like Namjoon. But there will be others that you will only grow closer to within time. The puzzle pieces that once refused to meet, trimmed down to do so.

‘Go on, Yoongi..’

‘Come this way, Hyung,’ his fingers accidentally brush up Jin’s one.

Now that Yoongi realises, it would be easier this way. Thus, he intertwines his hands with that of Jin’s. Cold..

Did he eat a plate of snow for breakfast? Man.. His hands are cold. Antarctica cold~ That didn't matter though. What he was meant to do, was drag Jin’s ass inside. And that was exactly what he did.

‘Namjoon.-ah. You finished painting, Joon?’

‘Yeah...’ he nods, the mocha turtle neck he had on transforming him into the big puppy he is.

‘There is nothing to be afraid of,’ Yoongi informs Jin, patting him on the back.

‘Yahh!! I know that!’ his annoyed face is more adorable than it is annoyed.

‘Holy.. Jin Hyung!!!!’

Wait.. Wait a moment! Another one? Fucking oranges!!

Jin’s list of acquaintances never ends. Imagine Santa and his list of toys - that’s Jin and the people who know him.

Everyone seems to know him. It’s because of how friendly and loveable the twenty-year-old is. He has a lot of charm to him.

You would never accept it for the love of oranges. But.. You liked him the moment you heard Jiwon talk of him. And when Yoongi and Namjoon expressed their feelings towards the elder, you just grew to like him more. You could see the sparkles that glazed their throats upon having his name meet their lips. If a man is liked by so many, there is no way he is bad. Especially when these very people are the most heart-warming and valuable beings in your world.

‘Kim Namjoon.. If it isn’t smart cutie in the corner,’ blood trailed the corners of Namjoon’s cheeks.

‘Do you perhaps know that retired baker that now keeps on burning his bread?’

You were going to go for it. If he knew Jiwon, Yoongi and Namjoon. What are the chances of him not knowing Mr Lee?

‘Do you smell that?’

‘Oh shit.. Is Mr Lee at it again? Close the windows or something.’

‘My heart is burning for you.’

You stood there, mouth ready for birds to nest in. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! The cringe!!!! Aghhhhhhhhhhhdbbfhhhfhfhfhfhgh!!! Hhsjdjdjd

‘Ahhhhhhhh!!’ Yoongi is the first to scream.

If anyone heard him, they would have thought the apartment caught on fire and people were trapped inside.

‘Hehehe..’ Namjoon just giggles to his heart's content.

They were the same as he remembered them as. The one that was all flustered and shy at his jokes, and the one that started screaming like crazy at how cheesy yet absurd they were.

He misses these two. He knew a lot of people, but they never meant much to him.

And perhaps there was even a time where he used to flush over their words. Okay.. there was. Namjoon was the cute guy in the corner, with dimples and pretty caramel skin that he used to gush over and take quick glimpses of. The same guy who he soon gradually got to know through a group project - the one where they had to make a 3D solar system model. (He recalls cussing at his teachers the whole duration of the project.) The same guy he lost contact with after tenth grade.

Yoongi on the other hand. He apparently had been studying with Jin ever since sixth grade, but they never gave a fuck or tried to give a fuck about each other. Then one day, 16.. 17-ish-year-old Yoongi started showing up at all of Jin's part-time workplaces. They started off with cleaning or taking orders not so comfortably by each other's sides, and the next thing you know they are standing up for each other against unfair treatment.

Everything seems to lead to a bomb of dad jokes, whether it was Joon or Yoon. After all, Jin has a great passion for them. Plus.. They make him happy.

'So.. Do we let him stay, or do we throw him out on the streets and let him starve?'

You were messing with them. Someone like Jin would be a great addition to this home. He's all cheesy and gross. Namjoon and Yoongi have been quite out of it lately. They haven't been themselves lately.. Until now that is.

'We keep him.'

...Kitty eyes, yeehaw! Yep, we are keeping him. Just keep up with those kitty eyes, Min Yoongi.

'Can we keep him?'

...Small Namu with innocent eyes. Yipeeee! We are keeping him. WE ARE KEEPING YOU, SIR JIN!

'You do realise that Yoongs own this place, right Joon?'

'Can we keep him, Y/niee?' Yoongi sits down on the sofa and acts nonchalant, despite knowing what he did to your poor heart.

'Boo, it ain't my fault if you end up getting stabbed.'

'Ahahahaaaha.. Did we just witness the 'Y/N' using the word ain't? I should have recorded this. This is a moment that deserves to be recorded down in history..'

'Jin, do introduce yourself.'

You are not letting this man expose you like this. You are very out of date, and you know that well. But.. Min fucking Yoongi, you are getting nothing out of this.

'Kim Seokjin.. 24 years old. Fashion illustrator that is in need of a home to stay. Has extraordinary cooking skills, can't sew, and enjoys listening to the sound of birds singing.'

'I'm a fashion illustrator. I only draw, I haven't got a single clue of how fabric works.'

Straightforward and hates going on and about. Nice..

'How long are you going to be staying here for?'

'Until I find a suitable place for me to stay at.'

This was starting to sound like a job interview more than anything. Scarier even.. Jin is frankly scared of you more than he was that of those snazzy fashion designers that eyed him up and down two years ago.

'You can stay..' you assure him with a smile.

A smile that made him feel accepted and welcomed. One that prompted him to smile as well. Oh boy.. What a gentle smile it was? He's adorable..

'Thank you,' he felt a sense of gratitude towards you.

He would have ended up sleeping on the streets if it weren't for the three of you. Oh, the embarrassment he would have felt if he arrived at work the next day, covered in grime. He might end up getting fired on the spot. Appearance is pretty important over in this field - or any job for that matter. No one wants a filthy rat working for them. It isn't fun having people whisper: This company hires blah blah blah.

Jin would also hate to disappoint his younger self. He loves this job, he doesn't want to lose it. Not after all those nights spent buried under his covers, studying fashion that people preferred and liked at the moment. Not after all those days spent sketching a design over and over again, simply because he isn't satisfied yet.

'Yoonieeee.. What are we having for breakfast this time?' he turns over to look at you.

'Oatmeal.. Oatmeal soaked in almond milk overnight, honey.. Your favourite.'

Ahahahhahahaa! Yaaaaaass! You love yourself some good old oatmeal. It's filling, nutritious and delicious. You'd kill someone for a bowl of that right now. A jar.. plate.. It's oatmeal either way. Who cares?

'Eat slowly. You can't choke and die just yet. You can't leave me.'

You laugh.. The future is cruel.. Life is cruel.. You were aware of it then. But you didn't know how far life was willing to drag you down. If only-

'Why?'

'Because I love you, honey.. Now, eat your breakfast.'

'You have a shift at 12:30 pm.. Eat up.'

He says it out of nowhere,

My heart set up on fire,

My cheeks red from love,

I love this man more than ever,

Oh, my love..

I'll never leave you,

I had thought then,

But I was lying,

Lying without even knowing

'Excuse me, sir.. How dare you say that out of nowhere?'

What were you? In the musical Hamilton?

'Ayee! Ayee! Aye! Eat up, honey,' evil flares up his way.

You evil man.. How dare you! How dare you-

'Uhmm.'

Well.. This oatmeal is scrumptious. Props to Min Yoongi for making this for you. And.. Kim Namjoon who grew these strawberries.

'Yummy.. You are forgiven, sir.'

'I love you Y/Niee.. Uh- mm uhmm.. This is great, man.'

Not another one! AHhhhhhhhhhh!

'What? Morning ritual, Bae.'

Stunned! Yo, Kim Namjoon. Don't 'Bae' me, focus on the bowl.. If he drops it, he pays.. Yoongi made those. They are special.

"If he drops it, he pays." As in, you both get to attack him with tickles and kisses.

'I love you, Joonie..'

You brought a knife to a gunfight, bae.. I'm sorry, bae..

'Oh..'

Backfired! Cuteness Attack... A-i-eeek-ag-i-eek-ag

'Just eat, already.'

'Huhhh,' Jin twinkles from the way you interact with one another.

This perhaps is the beauty of love- those little banters, where you pretend you are mad when you really aren't.

Sometimes the sight of their face can drown bad days with joy and make them good, but sometimes they are the reason why you end up crying on the bathroom floor all night.

Yet, you choose to stay for a reason.. Because you believe, trust, love and care too much to even think of leaving.

Maybe Jin was meant to find his way here, after all. He has a hard time believing in fate, however, this.. It contradicts his believes.

'Jin Hyung... Do you want some pancakes instead? I know you aren't quite fond of oatmeal as Y/n over here is.'

'Yeah.. sure.. Why not?'

Eating calmly as ever, you watch over Yoongi's back. People always think of a relaxing day, as one where they are laying on a folding chair, orange juice in one hand and the breath-taking see right ahead of them. Your version of a relaxing day is this. Watching over the love of your lives was more than any beach could offer.

'Pancakes.. For a Kim Seokjin.. I'm looking for a Kim Seokjin.. Pancake 120492?'

Will you look at that? Min Yoongi just grew plane wings and is now looking for his missing passenger. Plane wings made out of pancake mix, powdered sugar and maple syrup.

'I am Pancake 120492..'

'Enjoy.. Don't choke on it.'

'Yahh! Is that a threat?'

'So.. what if it is?'

'Don't fight just yet, children..' Namjoon stuffs a spoonful of food into his mouth.

'Listen to Caretaker Joonie, children.'

'Yes, mommy,' Jin nods, speaking in a rather mocking tone.

And as time progresses, they get closer and closer. So close.. you can't help but notice the way they glance at him - because it's the same way they glance at you. The: 'I love you †o the moon and back.. and so much more,’ glance. Is it so wrong of you to feel a pang of jealousy here and there, when they always will be yours?

It's your insecurities persuading you to believe so. For now, it succeeds. Because when you look at Jin, you see perfection. When you look at yourself, you see cracks.

And to fill in those cracks, you hissed at the gold that could have fixed you up instead of the glue that is now there. You avoided him... Yet even if so, he’d treat you well.

‘We ran out of rolled oats. I’ll get some on my way to work.’

‘There’s this shop I visit often.. They were displaying this cute little brown teddy bear. I recall Yoongi telling me about your love for teddy bears. So, I bought it.. Because.. Because it reminds me of you.’

‘I was cleaning around and saw that your alarm clock was set up to the wrong time. So, I fixed it for you.’

Despite his efforts and kind acts, you remain emotionless.. You were grateful though - for every one of them. You just didn't know how to say thank you. You feel bad.. Jin was too good for words. You were nothing..

I guess by how Jin stopped interacting with you all of a sudden and how Jin tended to pretend that you were never there, your theory was proven. Then again, it’s your fault for being so terrible at expressing emotions.

Namjoon and Yoongi though? You didn't have problems with them.. How is Jin different?

Maybe.. because- he’s older? You haven’t had such pleasant experiences with those who are older than you are. And now you are applying that to him. Afraid to express what you feel.. What if he steps all over you because he’s older and ‘wiser’?

What if he- What if he-

You wish you would have the courage to engage in a conversation with him and put your past aside. You wish you could clear the air and start anew.. Jin’s a fantastic person. And you care for him and enjoy his company.

For, after Jin built a dam between the two of you. You often find yourself peeking over walls or anywhere to get a glimpse of him. To see whether he bought something for you, did something for you or wanted to tell you a bunch of cringey art jokes. Some cringey art jokes you kind of miss.. Like, a lot..

And that opportunity comes quicker than you ever thought it would - you never thought it would come to begin with. Yet here you were, caught right into their traps.

'Oatmeal cookies.. Oatmeal cookies..' you muttered innocently, wandering your way through the pantry.

Your version of a garden-like utopia.. The chocolate pies, Berlandriera Lyratas that are still yet ever so alluring. The Cheese puffs, dandelions pollinated by the wind. The red packet of ramen, fertile soil that is the foundation to everything. A packet of lollipops, green grass singing along with the wind.

There is a door in and out of this garden of yours. A door that can shut close and struggle to open any fleeting moment - that moment was now. For the two guards outside were irritated by the the stubbornness of their queen, and wanted her to fix the problem she has with the newly instated knight. He is an important figure in her life, and they do not want her to regret losing him.

'Nutella.. Nutella..'

Two birds trapped into a cage they willingly entered.

*ppupp*

You were locked inside.. With him! With the one man, you tried to avoid for so long!

'I think we're trapped in here.. No- We are trapped in here.'

Face your fears, they say. You're going to tell Jin everything you've always wanted to tell him.

'Let's keep ourselves entertained.. Shall we?' it seems like you were the only one who was trying.

'Oh- Aren't you going to talk? I can't talk all day, Mr World Wide Handsome. Ah- Ah-.. My throat already hurts,' you stress out, your lips jutted out into a pout.

This was the friendliest you have ever been to him. He likes it.. He's been envious of your attitude towards the other two for a while now. You are always so relaxed and chill around them. With him.. your eyebrows contract, your face freezes up and your hands quiver. You couldn't stand him. At first, he thought it was because he was a stranger you weren't familiar with. For that reason, he tried getting closer to you. To no avail, he concluded that you simply didn't want him around. So.. he stopped trying.

When you distance yourself from someone, it only makes you want them more. You weren't like chocolate to him, you were a bowl of raspberries. You weren't an unhealthy obsession his mother would try to hide in the cabinets. You were something he needed, wanted and craved. You were good for him.

'What do you want me to say?' the heat that branched out from his lips traced over your fingers and neck.

The cabinet was small.. You were now huddled together in the dark. You enjoyed having him close by. He was always too far away.

Having him so close like this brings a rise to certain thoughts that were buried deep underground and once out of reach. Even when you barely could see anything, his eyelashes you could count and his eyes you were intrigued with. What would it feel like to have him hold you? What would it feel like to lay against his chest?

'Whatever you want? Something you want.. uhh.. you want to get off of your chest? We could die in here for all you know.. Better die relived rather than frustrated.'

'Ahahhaa.. What type of logic is that?'

There's the Seokjin you missed.. The one you drove away..

'My logic.'

You weren't wrong. He can't do anything about it.. -ㅅ-

'Nice logic,' his eyes rolled all the way back.

This guy!

'Then follow it,' you are firm in terms of sorting things out.

How does he even start?

‘Why do you hate me so much?’ his eyes are big and pleading, he was desperate to know.

‘I don’t hate you, Jin..’

It's true.. You don't hate him. It's just- just- complicated.. Extremely complicated.

‘Then why do you treat me differently?’

‘What do you mean, by “differently”..’

You understood what he meant. You just wanted to stall a little more time.

You know how stupid you are. You know the moment Jin realises that he’ll only hate you further.

‘Unlike that of how you treat Namjoon and Yoongi.’

‘Because you’re older.’

Your father and mother were mountains. Too tall to reach, and never willing to reach down to your height or even turn their backs around. You were a hill in need of attention.. Yet you only got fed with the privilege of being alive. Your height grew over time, but the confidence in you plummeted into a void of non-existence.

‘We’re two worlds apart. I’m not supposed to talk in such a way with people who are older than I am.’

He saw how broken you were.. He saw the memories in your eyes. Your cornea a looking glass he had access to. It wasn’t yours that he saw, it was his imagination reflecting his childhood memories onto that of yours. A small girl crying in the corner, the curtain that covered her tear-stained face the only comfort she could get. He saw that.

He was born the heir to a company he never wanted. The only reason to why he is where he is now is the night his father announced his retirement. The same night he dropped down to his knees and dared to stoop so low. Clinging to his father’s feet, refusing to let go. Screaming and crying for the decision to be taken back.

‘I need a few more years.. Give me four years..’

‘So you can have a taste of that dream job of yours? You know Seok-Woo can never run the company.. He’s not like you.’

‘Yes.. That's all I need. I’ll take over after the four-year mark reaches. So, please reconsider..’

‘You better keep that promise of yours. Or I’ll have to make sure you keep it myself.’

Four years is a lot, he remembers thinking.. Somehow, two have already passed by.

‘I want you to treat me like you do everyone. I’m not anyway superior to you because of my age. You can talk to me, tease me or even make fun of me. I don’t mind.’

Was he for real?

‘Is this a joke of some kind?’ shock morphed into your eyes.

‘What the oranges?’ ‘Oh my!’ ‘Really?’ he could see it swirling in the corner and hanging onto your eyelashes. You tried to hide them, but passion fueled your gazing tool. He could read your thoughts..

‘The thought of speaking against someone that was more advanced in age than I was scared me too. Then I woke up one day and realised that it was nothing. If someone is wrong they should be corrected. Even if they are older. Humans are either wrong or right. There is no in-between.’

‘I’ll try.. I can’t promise you anything though.’

‘You don't have to promise me anything.. Just be yourself.’

You sit there, legs touching and hips attached. You could hear every breath and every gulp he took, just as he did you.

‘I don’t hate you, Jin. I quite like you actually.’

‘Hahhahaa,’ he bursts into laughter, the windows outside being wiped clean not as loud as he was.

‘Why are you laughing?’

‘I like you too..’

You smile. You are glad that he does.

You were a plain white dress buried and hidden among a pile of clothes. He picked you up and glued flowers where he thought you needed them. You are now no longer a plain white dress. You are a gown elegant enough to belong in a fashion exhibit of some sort.

‘I love the teddy bear you bought for me.. I love teddy bears.’

‘I know.. That's why I bought it, silly.’

‘Don’t call me silly,’ you pout excessively.

‘But you are silly..’ he has an evil glint and smirk sewed on his face, ‘Do you know what else is silly?’

‘What? What else is silly, Mr World Wide Handsome?’

‘My love for you.’

‘Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!’

‘I knew you would react like that.’

‘Tell me more?’

What a weird person you were..

‘I’m sewing you for how beautiful you are,’ his hands reenacted the sewing of fabric, stitching slowly across the surface of his shirt.

‘You can’t sew..’

‘Ayeeee!! That’s beside the point of my clever joke.’

This man and his self-esteem. How does one become so confident in themself? You ought to ask him that..

‘How are you so self-assertive?’

‘We’re all imperfect pieces of shit. If we don't accept ourselves.. Who else will?’

‘Y/N-ah.. How long are we going to be stuck in here for?’ he pulls you close to his chest.

He loves the way you smell.

‘What type of shampoo and lotion do you use?’

‘I- what?’

‘You smell nice.’

It would take even the visually impaired only a few minutes to spot the red on your cheeks.

He was so close.. He too smelt nice.. He looks so pretty.. His voice is beautiful.. He’s Jin..

You were this close to falling asleep when the door creaked open.

‘Ahaaa!! Our plans worked!’

‘Yahhhhhhh!!’ Jin is the first to scream.

‘You bastards,’ and you are the first to yank on their ears.

‘Honey, owieee..’

‘Noona.. Ouch..’

‘Don’t go owieee or ouch at me you two.’

‘Yeah.. don’t. We could have died in there!’ Jin backs you up.

Your cheeks hurt.. Oh, how happy you are to have him back.

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You'd think pumpkins would disappear by the time November reached, but fall wouldn't be complete without one. The carved faces and bright lights might have gone away, but pumpkin lattes and pies were everywhere. The sweetness invading bakery windows and your way home. They were enticing, orange and comforting.. It was about time you picked one up.

'One pumpkin pie and two cinnamon rolls, please.'

You strolled back with great pleasure. Opening the door to a scene you soon were to treasure. They were all asleep on the couch, a bowl of a quarter-finished popcorn left dry and cold on the table nearby.

You are to cherish them for a minute or more. After.. They are to wake up.

'Pretty boys.. Wake up! Choppidy Chop Chop! Today's campfire night. Remember?’

Would anyone be angry to have to wake up to such a sweet voice? If you were being productively deep into sleep, you would. Sweet or not, some people need their sleep.

'Uhhhh! But, Yoon Yoon needs his sleep.'

'Ewwwww.. Did you just call yourself, Yoon Yoon? Ahhh- where's my Yoongi? Bring him back!'

'Ayu..Wady, yu call me - uhhhh.. Yoongi Boongi and Yunniee.'

'Nam Nam is sweepy tooo.'

'Jin-' your hands fall on his lips.

'Wood Choppidy Chop Chop, gentlemen!'

'Alright.. Alright..'

And so they began hacking down pieces of wood, as you help of course. Candidly, you were never good at this.

Namjoon wasn't any good at it either, Jin might have went off track upon the arrival of the insect kingdom, Yoongi got distracted once or twice by the kitty hiding by the trees. The camp-firing life wasn't for you. Is it for anybody though?

As the fire illuminates your faces that glisten with sweat, the moonlight casted beautifully onto the lake's surface. Embracing your tired bodies with its hovering presence. Was the fire worth building? The warmth that bubbled from your inner soul would agree.

'Jin.. Tell me one of your jokes. Because I'm about to get all sentimental,' you manoeuvre your way next to him, leaning against his head and sharing his blanket.

'I'd tell you one about the moon, but that joke is full of holes.

'Now.. proceed with what you do best, Ms Sentimental.'

'Time passes by so quickly, Jin.. It feels like I've only met you a few days ago. Yet, in reality, a year has passed by.'

'We met in October of last year. It's November of the next year.'

'Is this when you confess to me?'

Aggaagagagaaggag!

'What?!'

'Honey.. Isn't it great that no one can hear whatever the hell we say here?'

'Yeah.. it is. I can curse at my boss all I want, and he wouldn't know.'

‘Me.. too.’

'Yoon, Joon.. You don't work for anyone.'

'Yeah.. we are shouting at our work-selves.'

'Yahh! I should be the one who's doing that. I have an actual boss.'

'Go ahead, Mister..' Namjoon urges.

'Okay.. I'm shouting now! If I burst your eardrums, I take no responsibility.'

'MR JEON! I FUCKING HATE YOU! FUCK YOU, OLD MAN!' he reacts with his whole body, jumping up and down insanely.

'Yoons, is he okay?'

'Bae, he is.'

'Ewwww... You learned that from Joon. Didn't you?'

'Sorry Bae.. It isn't me.'

'Sure, it isn't Juan..'

'Ayee! My name isn't Juan.'

'Haha..'

'What do you want, Key?'

'Yahhhh!'

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It's always the unexpected that meets with a surprise. Today marks the second year with Namjoon. Just because another ending is approaching, it doesn't mean that there is no room for new beginnings.

Closing up the flower shop, you soak up the flavours of the night.

'Here..' you were soon gifted two flowers.

One a daffodil and another a rose.

'What are they for?' you eyed your boss suspiciously.

The sweet old lady, the parent you've always wanted.

'What do they mean, Y/N dear?'

'Daffodils.. new beginnings.. roses.. love.'

'Here..' you were gifted a bouquet, a white card hanging loosely on top.

'Travel postcards and stamps?'

A bouquet of fucking travel postcards and stamps!! Hdjdjjdjf!!!

'The handsome fellow dropped by months ago and begged me to make it for him.'

*opens card*

Dear, Y/niee.. ._.

I discussed it all with Namjoon and Yoongi yesterday. They said they wouldn't mind me be being part of your relationship. They would love for me to join actually.. That's what they said.. (Is that too straightforward of me?)

We have known each other for quite a while, haven't we? Don't tell Namjoon and Yoongi this. But.. I've always had a crush on them. (pinky promise).. That's far from what the point of this letter is.. aishh! I don't know how to say this.. eek.!

I like all of you. Love.. actually.. (Is it too early for that?). It's true though. I love all of you.. Namjoon and Yoongi seem to like me in such a way too (romantically). I'm really happy they do.

There's one person I haven't asked out yet. And.. that's you..I was really nervous. I know we didn't start off well. But.. Here goes nothing. I hate how I can’t say this in person. One, because I’m busy. Two, because I know I’d turn red and up running away. And three, I'm allergic to pollen.

I wanted this to be special.. I would love to see your face right now, Y/N love. Are you smiling or are you disgusted?

Uhhh.. Y/N, will you be mine?.. (I'm so bad at this)

- Love, Jin

*holds card to heart*

'He was sneezing horribly under that mask of his. He came over to see how everything was, yesterday.'

'You can leave now, dear.. I can close the shop by myself.'

'Are you sure?'

'Yess.. yesss. I am sure! Now go!'

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'Are they okay? My boys.. Are they okay! YAhhhhh! Where the fuck are you, Jimin!

‘Woah.. Woah.. I was busy alright.’

‘Are they okay?’ your eyes haunted him, submitting him into feelings of empathy and sorrow.

‘I can’t tell you. Those above me forbid me to do so. You'll know once you view the next window.’

‘What is the next window?’

‘You already know what it is.’

‘The future?’

‘Mhmmm..’

‘The future..’

Menu Time!

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