#seokji | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

daichiduskdrop · 9 months

Text

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚⋆·˚ ༘ *𝙎𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙡 ⋆·˚ ༘ *ੈ✩‧₊˚

Chapter 19

Pairing: BTS Ot7 X fem! reader

Genre: A/B/O AU, Fluff, Angst, Strangers to lovers,

Warnings: mentions of blood, a bit of gore too.

Words: 3329

A/N at the end, please read!

Taglist: @thelilbutifulthings @ilovemoneymorethenmen @singukieee @cherrysainttt @felicityroth @mageprincess7 @lucis-noctiana @danielle143 @osakis-gf @girl-nahh @vintageoldfashion @neverthefirstchoice @juju-227592 @silentreadersthings @i-have-no-life-charlie @everyonehatesshani @iamkookiesforyou @dragons-flare @fangirl125reader @roseidol @frieschan @popcatx0 @liz67900 @exfolitae

⋆·˚ ༘ *ੈ✩‧₊˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ✩‧₊˚⋆·˚ ༘ *

Taehyung could feel his blood boil. You were the softest, nicest little thing he ever met; how could anyone not like you?

Your classmates, he felt rage rumble deep underneath his skin just at the thought of them. They didn't like you? So be it. The alpha hated them like no one else, despising them.

How dare they be so unwell towards you?! You never did one thing wrong to them, and you never even whined in their presence. You always complied with and obeyed their ridiculous wants and needs.

He was pissed—no, he was furious—already standing up after pushing the broken notebook off his lap. The heavy scent of anger filled the room.

A few growls could be heard throughout the room. This was not okay, and they were not happy.

Namjoon held you close to himself, your face squished against his scent gland, his hands squeezing you to his body.

A deep rumble carried through the bottom of his chest, and a small yelp left you, making him to immediately stop.

„Baby no, no, it's okay... I'm not angry at you, pup, alright? Hm? Can you tell me their names, baby? Alpha will go and have a chat with them." He murmured, watching you closely.

Running his knuckles gently over your skin, he tried to coax the names out of you; a few of the other packmates were quick to catch on.

No omega would be happy to see violence. They would go around it for you. Their intentions were quite clear to understand, though the heavy scents they didn't carry weren't telling enough.

After Yoongi came back in the middle of your soft stuttering like sobs when you were telling them what has been going on for a while now, he soon listened in and understood.

He was more than angry; the alpha has never felt such irritation before. He already had quite an interesting call with your class teacher.

While the man didn't necessarily seem like a straight-up terrible man, he should have known better. Making you cry and so stressed out for a reason, purely out of your hands was more than punishable.

And so the alpha was furious, understandably so. Jungkook also seemed to be greatly unhappy; his jaw clenched while he tightened his fists.

The still-young and quite hormonal alpha wasn't doing so well. Since the pack has pretty much already started imprinting on you, they were very unhappy, knowing that possibly their own omega has been bullied for such a long time.

„Princess, come to oppa now... Let's go take a nap for a bit, hm? I bet you are tired, sweetie." The alpha whispered out, fully aware of what would go down once you were out of earshot.

Wanting you to not have to listen too much, Jimin knew that you were probably still very tired. It was only understandable; you were an omega, and those have to sleep for long hours regularly.

Letting go of you reluctantly, the younger alpha pulled you from Namjoon's warm arms, cooing loudly and helping you wrap your legs around his waist.

Nuzzling your head, the alpha giggled softly, happy to hold you. Smiling widely, he nuzzled your cheek, letting his soft lips ghost over your skin.

Standing up, the eldest also followed along, running his fingers through your hair as you let your head rest against the alpha's collarbone, getting more sleepy by the second.

Walking up the stairs, Jimin swayed you gently, making sure you were sleepy enough as he made his way to his room.

He had a nice, spacious bed and was very aware that you would be able to sleep much better in the heavy alpha's scents surrounding you.

After all, the youngest alphas oftentimes hung out in this room, and so it was full of different smells, bringing further comfort.

Holding you to his chest with one arm, he uncovered the blanket, crawling gently on the mattress. Coming in after him, Jin waited for his packmate to settle down with you before he also went into the bed.

Spooning you, the eldest made sure to turn you away from the doors, the man's wide shoulders shielding you from view.

They needed to make sure you would be safe, especially if they were asleep at the same time as you were.

He wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling your back to his chest while Jimin gently nuzzled your cheeks and face to his warm front.

„Sleep tight, my cub. Alpha's will protect you now, baby.” Jin whispered, gently running his fingers through your hair before he too scented you a bit.

Your eyes soon closed, and the two other men were still a bit watchful and careful of their surroundings, only going to sleep after being absolutely sure nothing would disturb any of you.

And so, you were completely unaware of what was going on downstairs; the packmates were unbelievably livid like never before.

Hoseok was the first one to stand up; his jaw clenched as he started to pull on his boots and jacket, looking through the bowl full of car keys.

„Are you serious?” Taehyung asked, also standing up. Before he got to finish, the youngest packmate had already stood up, kicking over the small table before the couch, the wood shattering into pieces with a loud crack.

Jungkook was furious, his pheromones clouding the whole room. No one, not even Namjoon, said much in answer to his act, feeling just like him, if not worse.

„I'm teaching those fuckers a lesson; they will absolutely not pick on my omega. Bitches don't know what's coming." Hoseok barked out, his voice rough and cold like never before.

Soon, the alphas too got ready, all just about to do the same. Piling into one of the bigger cars, they all went to drive together.

The school wasn't too far, and so the packmates soon got there. It was just about the lunch hour now, meaning that many of the classmates were just standing outside, resting during their break.

The packmates didn't hold back for too long, the classmates apologizing with many words - the alphas weren't the ones that had to be apologized to thought.

It was you that had been so wrongly dealt with, and you never deserved such treatment. But even when the angry pack stood before the two betas, their words didn't seem sincere at all.

The man sealed his fate when he muttered about you just overreacting under his breath. Jungkook jumped into action right away, too angry to hold back any further.

Only after one of the betas jaws seemed to be just about completely disconnected did the packalpha step in, pulling Jungkook off of the man.

The alpha snarled, still not done. Humming out in understanding, his elder only pulled him away further from the student, and the pack members soon pilled in together again.

There wasn't much anyone could do, especially since it happened outside of school. The pack had the full right to do whatever they pleased with the students since it only went with the law.

It was one of the more recent ones; after more and more reports regarding fights and murders, always with similar reasoning, resurfaced, the law changed, and the police no longer stepped in when such things happened, only going over them after to file a report if needed.

A pack was allowed to fully deal with anyone assaulting their packmates. No matter what they were to do to them, the law fully forgave them, and there was no penalty for it as long as it was reasonable.

When the pack got back home, they still felt much anger seeping through the bond. And so, many went on towards the gym, the youngest two and the packalpha being the fastest to be there.

Yoongi and Hobi decided it was best to forget about it for now, at least for a little bit. And so they washed off all the blood on their fists and fully showered, not wanting you to have to taint your sensitive nose with the smell of blood.

Changing into completely different clothes, the two alphas made sure none of the panicked scents the classmates carried before they were fully beaten to unconsciousness wouldn't stick.

Wanting to pamper and coddle you well for a while, the pack would then decide what to do next. Going back to the school you went to was already out of the question; the alphas were more than protective enough to even allow you to come close to the building again.

The two alphas decided that the creamy rose tteokbokki would serve as a good, filling, warm meal for your soft little belly.

And so they got to work, with Yoongi frying the cut-up bacon and sausages until they turned crispy and setting them aside. The other man, meanwhile, allowed the rice cakes to soak in water and diced up the onion and garlic, frying them in a different pan until they turned fragrant.

Hobi added dashi and milk, stirring it until it turned hot. He then poured in the heavy cream, gochujang, and a few other things. The sauce soon formed a comfortable orange shade.

The rose tteokbokki was a much milder version, which is key for you to be able to enjoy it. It was a creamy and cheesy meal, and the alphas were sure you would enjoy it a lot.

And so, the older alpha thinly sliced the fish cakes, adding the peeled boiling eggs. He made sure to boil at least eight or nine, blanching them in ice-cold water before starting to peel the shell off.

Hoseok then added the meat and rice cakes, turning off the heat and letting the mozzarella and Swiss cheese melt. Incorporating it, he sprinkled in a small bit of sesame oil.

Preparing eight deep plates, the alpha started serving everyone, always sprinkling on a bit of spring onion. It was best to eat it while it was still hot.

Taking the four plates each, the alphas started to walk slowly upstairs, the chopsticks and a few spoons pocketed in their pants.

Opening the doors slowly, Hobi walked in first, smiling widely when he saw the two alphas holding you so close.

Jin woke up right away, turning around quickly and looking over his shoulder while he pulled you closer to himself.

Recognising his packmates, he sighed out, laying back against the pillow, his shoulder sagging.

Coming closer, Yoongi looked over his elder's shoulder, cooing gently and caressing your cheek. You looked cuddly like never before, your face squished against the younger man's chest, his own head laying against the top of yours, covering you softly.

Even in his sleep, the alpha stayed protective, his warm hands holding you close. If anyone would even try to take you away, Jimin would wake up immediately; Yoongi was sure of it.

Placing the many plates down on the floor, Hobi went to wake them all up, Jin slowly blinking the sleep away. They didn't get to sleep for too long, but lunch had passed long before.

Most of the alphas already left the gym, with Jungkook being the last. Also washing themselves, the men were ready for some late lunch, with Yoongi taking them to Jimin's room.

They wouldn't be able to fit really comfortably, but they didn't care. You seemed happy in the bed, with many blankets and pillows around you, soft against your fingers.

Sitting up, Jimin placed you on his lap with your back right against his chest, resting himself against the headboard.

He was still more than tired. He was used to sleeping in late during their vacation time, and since they entered hiatus, he had more time to replenish his energy.

Sure, they were still planning many performances, but the alphas were now focusing more on their solo careers, and after so many years of endless stress and work, they were happy to finally let up for a bit.

The packmates realised that it was important to help you settle in well, and so they were planning on staying home and overall be with you more often.

They already had many vacations planned ahead, wanting to enjoy true packlife for the first time since their childhood.

Staying in, huddled together in a den, was a part of such activities, but since the alphas were usually not really cuddly and soft with one another, only very little, they didn't have a proper one.

They would invest in a nice, big mattress soon, though, making sure you would have a nice place where you could rest and nest. It was very important.

And so, the packmates all soon one after another littered in, their hair still a bit damp, but they didn't want to spend any time away from you, preferring instead to stay with you.

It was complicated for the alphas to have you out of their sight for now, and that feeling will definitely take a while to outgrow.

Squeezing in closer to one another, the pack members climbed into the bed, soon chewing on the meal. You reached for your own plate, but your palms were soon gently pulled back to your lap.

Tutting you softly, Taehyung already had a bite on a spoon, just before your lips. You turned away, hiding your cheek in Jimin's shoulder, too shy to take a bite.

„Babycheeks, baby, let Alpha help, ...sweetie; come on, be a good girl now, hm?” Quick to coax you out, the man plucked the bite right between your plush-like lips, smiling widely as you chewed.

„Hm... Is it good, sunny bub?” Hobi asked, running his palm over your head. He felt himself preening at the thought of you enjoying the food he made.

And you liked it; the spice was not too much for you, letting you enjoy the meal well. You nodded vigurously at the taste of chewy rice cakes and crispy bacon, a heavy combination.

The packmates made sure your cheeks wouldn't be left empty for any longer than necessary, keeping you well fed above themselves.

The most tasty bites were reserved for your tastebuds only, with the alpha pheromones wafting widely throughout the room.

Now that they had done what was necessary to your classmates, they were left with the aftermath of the sudden rage, worry, and protectiveness clouding their senses.

Warming you up between many blankets, the pack rested together, and the food soon finished. Handing you a water bottle lying around, Yoongi held it to your lips, not allowing you to drink fully by yourself.

Cooing at how well you swallowed, he praised you gently, patting your hair. „Good girl...” He whispered, smiling softly.

The alphas felt relief that you were once again safely tucked away in their arms, with no intruder able to harm you.

Looking at you fondly, the packalpha knew that he had to clear up some confusion regarding their next steps.

„Pup, let's talk now, okay? About what will happen now, baby... Listen to alphas explain for a little bit, my sweetest girl.” He said, sighing out before he continued.

Namjoon realised well that going all alpha against the teacher and classmates probably wasn't the best idea they had, but at the time and for the right reasons, it felt right.

He was still quite careful and reasonable, making sure none of the students or even the teacher would be harmed so much they would have harsh health issues in the future.

Things like smaller scars would keep the memories of their past mistakes fresh. The packmates didn't do much but threw a few punches here and there, mostly just wanting to make sure, nothing like that would ever happen again.

The pack alpha realised that some sort of police officer regarding pack affairs would probably knock on their pack house doors the upcoming morning, but he was more than ready to explain everything.

All of the pack members documents were well updated, and you didn't really need any yet since you weren't properly a part of the pack.

Until you get marked at least.

Your ID was well above enough, and he was sure you had some sort of identification tucked away somewhere in your wallet.

Namjoon knew that even if what they did was a bit drastic, it was absolutely reasonable and not even overreacting. Alphas get more protective if their own omegas are in harm's way.

„I don't think any of us will agree with you coming back to your college now; do you understand why, sweetheart? It's not safe for you, and alphas really really really don't like that, okay?”

With his packmates nodding along, a few of the men ran their fingers over you, softly shushing any questions you might have. Everything would be explained soon; you didn't have to worry about a thing now.

„Yea cub, it's really not good for you, okay? But I can imagine you still want to continue your studies, don't you?" The eldest asked, his hand resting against the back of your head.

You nodded quickly. Good education was the key to everything, and you loved art. If you got the chance to unlock the doors of new possibilities with it, you were more than interested.

„Okay, princess, that's a good thing, baby. I'm very proud of you.”

Jimin whispered in your ear, his chin running over your head in soft, gentle caresses. His scent went over you; the mixture of your natural aroma with his created a nice new mix.

„You could always try to go to a different school, babycheeks, but I think that isn't really the best solution." One of the younger alphas said, Your palm held in his while he watched you closely.

„I don't think so either. Such stress isn't healthy for you, bunnybun; we can't have that now, can we?” Jungkook said, smiling to try and lift the mood a little.

„Absolutly not. I thought about online lessons instead; how about that kitten? Would you like that, hm?” Yoongi cooed at you, bopping your nose softly.

Thinking over the possibilities, you shrug your shoulders, not sure what it would really mean.

„I thought about that too. It would be a lot easier with our schedule, and it would be much more personal and professional.

I think you would also learn much more cub. And it should be less stressful too, since you would never have to be with so many new people again." Namjoon said, coaxing you to gently nod. You weren't fully sure yet, but you trusted them a lot, and they valued that even more.

„I'm not sure yet oppa... But I can try. I think online classes would be a bit better too, as long as I have some sort of studio I can still visit for all the things I need.” You said.

You never had an easy time making new friends, and so school with so many different people often caused issues and unreasonable stress.

Art school especially could be quite nerve-wracking, and the alphas realised that well. They wanted to make sure you wouldn't drop like that again, prevention was key.

Smiling widely at you, Hobi felt his mood lift a bit. „Thank you so much sunshine... Alpha will set up everything for you; you don't have to worry about a thing. Our small baby can just rest her pretty eyes.”

You felt yourself blush a little, turning your gaze away from the alpha. Laughing even louder, he ran his fingers over your ankles softly, your legs stretched out over his lap.

„I'll look up some teachers later, okay, pup? You can choose of course my baby. How about we watch some movies for now? I thought we could go to the mall later; how bout that?”

The alphas realised well that you needed a few necessities, like some new clothes like different undergarments. You didn't pack that many the few nights before.

„Oh, and also, I called with one of the doctors for omegas, sweetheart; I'll make you an appointment soon, okay? The medicine your older doctor gave you isn't good for you, pup.”

„If you want to take the heat suppressants, you can cub, that is your thing to decide upon. But still, you should have a check up. It's important to have those regularly.”

Namjoon and Jin said, your palm caressed between his. Smiling at you reassuringly when he smelled anxiousness go through your scent, the alphas surrounding you were quick to step in, making sure you knew that you were safe and sound.

„Sh-sh-sh, babycheks, don't fret little baby. Alpha is here, right here."

„No princess, don't worry. Alphas are here now, and you don't need to be scared, baby.”

„That's right, peaches, don't be afraid of anything. Doctors aren't scary cubs, and we will be there the whole time; how about that?”

„...hm? Of course, bunbun, if you want to, I'll hold your hand the entire time; of course, alpha will. You are such a good girl, aren't you?”

„Yes, kitty, you can sit on oppa's lap too if you'll feel like it. You can always sit on alpha's lap, my kitten.”

⋆·˚ ༘ *ੈ✩‧₊˚˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚˚ ✩‧₊˚⋆·˚ ༘ *

A/N: okay, I'll be honest. I'm not so sure how I feel about the violence in this chapter, I'm not fully sure. I understand that a lot of you feel angry at the classmates for being unfair and mean to the MC, but I don't fully like how I wrote this.

I don't think everything is understandable well, since the pack dynamics overall are just like that in my story and I hope it's to no one's issue.

I don't want this to be a yandere themed story!

I might edit parts of it though, so if it changes a bit, please don't be worried.

Lots of love, take care of yourself :)

331 notes · View notes

alpacaseoks · 1 year

Text

i watched the video.

I WATCHED THE VIDEO.

SOMEBODY KILL ME. NOW.

#rantsbystar #WHY DID I WATCH IT #AAAAAAAAAARRGHHH #THE WAY EACH MEMBER HAS A STYLE OF POSING WITH SEOKJI-#SHUT UPPP

0 notes

strawberrymoonjoonie · 2 years

Text

held in your hands (i am gentler still)

chapter 1: sleight of hand, twist of fate

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Soulmate!au , Neighbor!au but Namjoon is still an Idol, Skinship!au i.e. I touch you, I will need you to survive, friends to lovers, fluff and angst bc I need it to survive, slow burn, slight idiots to lovers, kinda coming of age if you squint but more so settling into yourself but it takes the backseat in the long run.

Warnings: swearing, angst, slow burn, medical problems (soulmate), existential crisis, some anxiety, maybe slight depressive thoughts but the plan is for this to mostly be fluff, fears about growing up and life changes.

Author's Note: I am!!! So excited and so nervous for this. This is my first fic, please be kind. Also, please prepare for a slow burn because I apparently just love to suffer. Thank you so much to @matchstick6812 for encouraging me to write this, listening to me ranting about this in my Namjoon Simp Hours, and for reading this first. My heart is yours, you already know. Please let me know what you think about this!!! This chapter will be split POV between mc and Namjoon, but I'm not sure if I'll keep it that way! Thank you if you read this!!

Title Song: With or Without You by U2 (the best song of all time.)

Chapter Word Count: 5042 words

----------------------------------------------------------

The sound waves moving across the computer screen are making Namjoon feel sick. Somewhere in the room, a clock is ticking too loudly. The second hand is near deafening given the headache that is very much not helping his nausea. Slightly shaking fingers reach for the energy drink closest to him, and he frowns when he picks up an empty can. He could have sworn he had just opened this a minute ago, surely he wouldn’t still be this miserable if he had drank it all.

His attention is drawn away by the section of music that begins playing through the speakers. It still isn’t right. It feels too empty- it’s missing something, sounds like there’s a gaping hole in between the layers and he should be able to see what’s missing but he can’t. With the press of a button, the bars loop and he’s left to glare at the computer, mumbling how much it cost underneath his breath so he doesn’t throw it. Somewhere in the room, he can hear the faint buzz of his phone, muffled like it’s underneath something, but he can’t stop watching the cursor move through the notes. Is it the key? His hand reaches for the mouse before he takes a deep breath, reminding himself of the key change incident that forced him to near tears when he first started working on this song. The key was fine. The key would have to be fine.

The metronome moves in time with his pulse in his temples and he runs his hands through his hair in frustration. He had a hat on when he first came in, whenever that was, but it’s long gone. The loop starts again and his hands become fists. I have enough money to buy new equipment, so really, there’s no good reason for me not to-

“Joon-ah, why are you not answering my calls? How am I supposed to do a wellness check if you ignore hyung?” A loud voice interrupts his violent plotting, and there’s a few beats of silence before he registers that it’s Seokjin. His shoulders tense when he does, though, and he is careful not to turn around.

“I’m sorry, hyung, I’ve been wrapped up in this song, I didn’t realize-“

“And it’s a good thing I drove here, my god Namjoon how many of those did you drink?” Namjoon tilts his head to the side enough to see Jin pointing accusingly at the pile of energy drinks beside him. He grimaces slightly as a blush heats his cheeks. He has the premonition that his headache is about to get worse, and he hunches his shoulders as if trying to shield from a blow.

“Namjoon, turn around and look at me. Let me see that you’re not dead. Look at hyung.” Namjoon lets out a long sigh before reluctantly pausing the music and spinning his chair around, determinedly looking at the floor while Seokjin gasps. He tries to ignore the flashes of light at the corner of his vision and the black spots that swim in front of his eyes for a second at the movement. Maybe sleeping sometime soon wasn’t too bad of an idea. “You look horrible! How long have you been here? Have you slept at all?” Namjoon takes too long to think of the answers, and the older man’s eyes narrow at him. “What day is it, Joon?”

“The…12th.” All Seokjin can do is gape at him in horror. His premonition grows even stronger.

“That was almost three days- Namjoon have you not left this room in 72 hours?” He doesn’t get a chance to answer before Jin begins moving around the room, rapid fire lecturing the entire time. Don’t know why you and Yoongi do this to yourselves, as he starts folding the thin blankets hanging off the couch. No self preservation instincts, probably haven’t even been eating, as he gathers all of the empty cans and bottles into a garbage bag. Don’t know who you expect to translate everything if you waste away in this studio because it certainly isn’t going to be me, as he saves the song onto his computer before shutting everything down. I hope you’re still able to walk, you’ve gotten too big for hyung to carry, as he puts Namjoon’s lost hat on his head and pulls a sweatshirt over him.

Before Namjoon’s exhausted brain can fully register what’s happening, he’s out of the studio and being gently pushed down a hall by his hyung. He winces at the fluorescent lights and pulls his hat down further, his footsteps slightly unsteady as he’s led to a waiting car. If he were any more lucid, he would feel like a small, disobedient child, but as it is, he simply leans his head against the window and lets out a sigh of relief at the dark interior of the vehicle. He’s faintly aware of something being placed in his hand, there’s the phone, and Seokjin telling him to go home and rest and text him when he’s awake.

“Let me know you’re okay, Joon-ah.” There’s a soft hand holding onto his shoulder for a moment, and then the sound of a door closing and the car starting. He begins to hum the song under his breath, fingers twitching in his lap as if reaching for the notes that he needs to fix, reaching for the hollow space. If it’s not the key-

----------------------------------------------------------

All you have to do is walk forward. All you have to do is move, and you can’t even do that. Instead, you stand frozen in front of an open doorway, your heart beating so hard that your body seems to sway with each pulse. The apartment that looms in front of you is too big, too empty. Cardboard boxes fill the hallway behind you, all of your most important possessions packed and taped up, and it feels so final. It’s a grave marker, it’s a harbinger of change, it’s a point of no return and you can’t think. Your mind is filled with half finished sentences turning to static, all of them too loud and moving too fast to take a solid shape, to turn into anything you could actually grab onto. You’ve blocked almost the entire walkway, there’s no where to run, but you still can’t make yourself take the two steps forward. Your fingers start to twitch, trying to turn this panic into a rhythm you can tap out and control. The child is grown and puts away childish things. The frame of a canvas peaks out from behind a box nearest the door. There is a bit of dried red paint stuck on your left ring finger and small flecks of yellow in the creases of the knuckle. How many times can you change yourself before-

The sound of the elevator stopping interrupts your spiral, and you wince when the doors open onto your floor, eyes darting around to look at all of your boxes in embarrassment. A tall man makes his way towards you, frame broad underneath a dark hoodie, a black hat pulled low over his face. His movements are fluid, too fluid, and your brow furrows as he seems to list to one side for a few seconds before correcting himself. You open your mouth to apologize about the mess, but his eyes dart to you at that moment and you find yourself unable to speak under his gaze. Concern tugs at you again. Are those bags underneath his eyes? He looks so tired.

Before you can find your voice again, it happens. Slow motion, like the movies. Slow motion, so you can take in every millisecond in mute horror.

His foot hits a small box on the outskirts of the pile and you see the whites of his eyes as they widen, suddenly looking much more awake. Then he’s stumbling, then he’s airborne, then his much larger body is flying at you.

You don’t have time to think, don’t have time to react. There isn’t time to even reach out your hand before he’s slamming into you, sending you both sprawling backwards. All the air in your lungs wheezes out as you land in the floor, his body on top of yours, his hand somehow having managed to move fast enough to cup the back of your head. His fingers felt warm where they were tangled gently in your hair, and it was all you could focus on as your brain tried to reboot. You might never breathe again, sure, but his hands were warm and you didn’t concuss yourself. You’re immediately a horrible neighbor and might have to move out to spare yourself a modicum of embarrassment, but his hands are warm and he protected your head.

He lets out a small huff of air and a quiet noise that’s somewhere between a laugh of embarrassment and a sound of disbelief. There’s something self deprecating about it, and you take in his face with a slightly dazed expression, blinking slowly as your eyes grow wide. His face was a full moon, luminous and careful and serene. A place to hide secrets, a place to come to rest. If the stars fall away, there is light still. If you can’t find a way, even the tides will move. Here are my bones, they are oh so weary, please be as delicate as you can. The regret fades to the background as a slow blush works its way over your cheeks. Everything that your oxygen deprived brain is registering about him is so warm you could cry, and it’s not fair that this is who you embarrass yourself in front of.

Once you blink away some of your mortification and wonder, you register again how tired he looks. You are close enough now that it’s apparent he hasn’t slept in a long time, dark circles under his eyes and a tightness to his face that speaks of a lingering headache, and the corners of your mouth twitch down in minute disapproval and concern. A few quiet seconds pass while he looks down at you in mute horror, seeming slightly confused and extremely embarrassed. Suddenly, he rolls off of you with a gasp, kneeling next to you instead as an apology writes itself across his face.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” His hand shifts on the back of your head, fingers gently feeling for any bumps. With his weight off of you, your lungs shakily fill with air. When he’s satisfied with the lack of injury to your head, his hand slowly moves down to your back as he helps you sit up. His hand is so warm that you can feel it through your shirt. You try very hard not to think about that. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going, I’ve been awake for too long-“

“No, it’s all of my stuff in the floor, I haven’t brought it in yet and I should have.” He looks around at all of your boxes with renewed distress.

“Is anything broken? Are your things okay, I can replace it if I damaged anything. I should have paid more attention.” His gaze darts back to you as he registers that you still haven’t answered his first question. “Are you okay?” His hand moves from your back to your elbow, and your brain is struggling to wrap itself around this large, pretty man with warm hands and a deep voice crouched over you. He seems so kind, even if his voice is taking on a slightly panicked pitch. It takes you a minute to respond.

“No, I’m okay. I’m not hurt.”

“Are you sure? I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to land on you, oh my god, I probably crushed you-“ His rant cuts off as your hand falls on his chest without thought. You can feel muscles contracting under your fingertips, even through his sweatshirt, and try very hard not to think about that either. You can feel him breathe, steady even if it’s a little fast, like waves coming in to shore.

“It’s not your fault, I should have already had my things moved in. And you didn’t crush me.” You offered him a small smile. “Just knocked the wind out of me a little bit.” Your smile grows as a blush darkens his cheeks. He looks away for a minute before standing up and slowly bringing you with him. His hands linger near your shoulders as he lets you go- warm, warm, warm- watching to see if you’re unsteady. When he’s satisfied that you’re able to stand on your own, he goes and picks up the box that caused all of this, handing it out to you with a small smile – are those dimples?! – and you take it from him with a dumbstruck expression.

“I’m, uh, Namjoon. I’m next door to you.” He nods to a black door a few feet away and holds out his hand.

“Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” When your hand touches his, a physical jolt runs through you, followed by a rush of warmth and a feeling you can only describe as light. Something electric, and then all of your muscles going limp, knots and tension disappearing until you’re so relaxed you can barely stand. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you’re worried about collapsing on the floor, but you can’t pay attention to it enough to really be concerned. When you meet his gaze, his pupils are so wide that his eyes seem swallowed completely, almost entirely black, and you wonder if yours are the same. Your heartrate slows down and you swear you can feel your pulses beating in time in your palms. Here is a place for secrets, here is a place to rest, here is something safe. You know what this is, know what he is, and your mouth opens but no words come out.

Time has never been kind to you, but it slows down now, seconds drifting longer and longer as they’re turned to honey, everything golden and sweet as Namjoon blinks down at you. You think he’s going to speak, surely he’s going to say something, but instead, he reluctantly pulls his hand out of yours. An odd expression crosses his face, and you see something flash in his eyes before he seems to hide it and school his expression into something polite and slightly distant. The seconds speed up, the seconds move at double speed, and your heart rate starts to move faster. Something that is shaped like horror but moves like confusion settles in your chest. Isn’t he…wasn’t that-?

“Do you, um. Do you need help? With any of your boxes?” Something that feels distinctly like hurt spears through you, and you feel your heart thud in response. What is he…why isn’t he saying anything? Did you just imagine that? Has the move really put enough stress on you that you’ve mistaken first touch? The air grows awkward the longer you stare at him in silence, so you force your mouth to form words, even if they’re not what you want to say.

“Please don’t feel obligated, I don’t want to inconvenience you, I’m sure you’re tired and want to go home and rest.” Your voice comes out smaller than before as you fold into yourself slightly. He shoots you a small smile and waves off your worries.

“I’m sure I can spare a few moments to help a new neighbor.” His eyes tighten at the end, and something about how he says it feels like a challenge. There’s the slightest of ticks in his jaw. Suddenly, the empty apartment is not as terrifying. All you need is to get in and shut the door and try to figure this out. Possibly cry, but who knows. Your thoughts are loud again, but one word spins around the fastest, all too sharp and well-defined. Every syllable clearly enunciated. Neighbor neighbor neighbor neighbor neighbor neighbor. You search his face but find no answers. You can feel the phantom touch of his hand in yours. You fear you might be losing your mind entirely, the word neighbor still echoing like something that haunts behind wallpapers and beneath floorboards. He’s waiting for you to speak, you know. It’s not rational for you to feel crushed like this, especially over someone you’ve just met. But his face is a full moon and his hands are warm and you can still feel the hum of his pulse lingering on your fingertips. Your heart is no longer matching the rhythm, and even that feels like a loss. Neighborneighborneighborneighborneighbor.

“If you don’t mind, that would be nice. I haven’t been able to get myself to actually do it yet, and I’ve been standing here for a while.” Namjoon’s expression fades into something that is equal parts measuring and curious as he bends to pick up one of your larger boxes, one that would have been impossible for you to manage on your own. Of course, he makes it look easy.

“Dreading unpacking?” You linger by the doorway until he goes in first, feeling slightly like a child waiting for someone else to check the closet for monsters and turn on a nightlight, and only once he’s inside do you finally take the first steps into your home. You gesture for him to just put the box anywhere, and fiddle with your fingers while you try to think of a way to answer him. After a few moments of silence, he rubs the back of his neck, absentminded in a way that only comes with habits. You are jumping to collect the slightest of mannerisms he displays around you, and it makes your cheeks glow red when you realize.

“I’m sorry, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, that was kind of a personal thing to ask.” He seems embarrassed, the most he has yet, and you quickly try to cover your cheeks, realizing that he must think your blush is because of his question. You nearly trip over your words hurrying to make him feel better.

“No, no, you’re okay, I promise. It’s not unpacking I’m worried about. I just-“ You let out a long sigh. “It’s kind of stupid, I guess.”

“If it’s something that bothers you, I don’t think it would be stupid. I won’t judge anything you say, I promise.” Something in your chest loosens a little at his reassurance.

“I guess I haven’t really lived alone, before. I’m really nervous.” You meet his eyes and find nothing but warmth, and the rest of the words fall out. “I recently signed a contract with a local gallery for my art, and I’m really happy about it, I am. But I don’t handle change well, and everything is happening so fast. And this apartment is nice, but it’s so big and so empty, and I feel like I’m losing a part of my life moving here.” You cut yourself off, worried that you’ve rambled too much. It was a simple question, and you’re dumping the mess in your mind at this virtual stranger’s feet. Blushing, you look over at him to apologize, only to find a patient look on his face, his head tilted in concern, and his posture making it clear that he is listening to you intently.

“Why?”

“I just… There’s a quote I’ve been thinking about a lot, lately. ‘Childhood is not from birth to a certain age, and at a certain age, the child is grown and puts away childish things.’ That’s what it feels like. Like, I’ve reached a point and I’m saying, okay, this is the end of my life as it has been and the versions of me I have been and now I have to be someone new. Everything is now the past and I can only move forward. I’m scared that I’m going to unpack everything and not be able to fill the space in this apartment, and I don’t know who I’m supposed to be now. There’s going to be all this empty space and I won’t be able to fit in it. I’ll just be alone, I’ll just be cold, I’ll just be a child trying to be something else.” You tap each of your fingertips against your thumb as you move your gaze to the window. The apartment is so high up that you can see so much of the city beneath you. It makes you feel horribly small. It makes you wish you had a hand to hold. “I don’t know, it’s hard for me to word it, I think. It’s not coming out quite right, but it’s just a feeling that’s been swallowing me whole.” Namjoon hums quietly. When he speaks, his words have a weight to them that is nothing but sure, nothing but comforting, and you can’t help but believe him and allow him to ease some of your fear.

“I think that change is a necessary part of life, but I also know that it can be very scary, and very overwhelming. You’re starting a new part of your life, that’s true, and if you can’t see what is ahead, it can be really daunting. But I think that you know yourself, and you are always going to have the same core, the same values and beliefs and ideas, that are always going to make up who you are. You may have opinions and things that change, but sometimes that’s good. When we think about something we did when we were younger that embarrassed us or a memory from us as a child where we acted poorly, we say, “Oh, thank god I’m not the same.’ Even if it’s scary sometimes, we have to close chapters of our lives, and do things that are new and uncomfortable so that we’re able to grow. There’s not a version of yourself that you are supposed to be, there’s only the version of yourself that you are supposed to be right now in this time of your life. When life changes, you will also change with it.” His dimples appear as he smiles at you. “And if you ever need anything, I’m a door away.”

Things fall into a comfortable silence after that, something companionable, as he carries in your boxes, leaving you to slowly start to open them up and begin to unpack. There’s a strange domesticity in the air, and you start to think that maybe it won’t be as bad living here, especially with Namjoon as a neighbor. It’s not until he brings in your framed painting that he speaks again.

“You painted this?”

“Yeah, it was part of the collection that got me the gallery contract. The rest were sold, but I kept that one.” Namjoon’s hands are careful as he leans the painting against the wall and steps back to really look at it. He holds your art like he’s holding something special, and there is something reverent in his gaze as he appraises it. You bite the inside on your cheek, suddenly nervous of his opinion.

“You know, I collect art.”

“Really?” A small smile pulls at the corner of his lips, something incredibly fond.

“Yeah. My friends mess with me about it sometimes, because they have to be careful in my apartment when they come over- they can’t just act like heathens when I keep expensive pieces around- but I’ve always really loved art. It’s so comforting, even when it’s not. I always feel seen, and feel like it allows me to see into other people’s versions of the world.” The back of his hand brushes yours, and there’s another slight shock of electricity followed by warmth- light, light, light- but it’s not as strong as earlier. You want to ask about the world through his eyes. You want to ask what the color red looks like to him. You want to grab onto his hand. You do none of this, and grin up at him instead.

“I’ll remember that when I have my art show and need people to actually show up.” The biggest, brightest smile he’s given you yet lights up his face, and you’re hit with the full force of his dimples. You swear there are tiny stars dancing at the corners of your vision, and you try to blink them away.

“Please do, I’d love to come and see your work.”

“Are you an artist as well?” Namjoon seems to hesitate for some reason, his smile diming slightly and his eyes watching you carefully as he responds.

“In a way. I work in music. Producing, writing, that sort of thing.”

“Oh, that’s so interesting!” His shoulders relax. You try not to linger on what it may mean.

“Yeah, I’ve been writing music since I was little. It’s just what I love the most. I’m actually coming back from being at the studio, stuck on a song for a while. Which is why I was so tired when I came in earlier.” He looks at you for a moment, seeming to hesitate about something. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“I’ve just noticed you humming a piece of a song for a little while and I just wondered what it was. I’ve been trying to place it, but I don’t think I’ve heard it in any song I know.” You freeze where you’re pulling out a blanket, eyes widening and cheeks burning.

“O-oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t really realize I had been humming. It’s not- It’s just a habit of mine. It’s not a song at all, I just make little loops of random notes together. It something that helps me when I’m nervous, having a melody that I can repeat.” You can hear him hum the run you didn’t even realize you had been singing under your breath for the last however long, and you can’t meet his eyes.

“Well, I like it. It’s a good melody, and I understand the habit. I get really stuck on songs I’m working on and can do the same thing.” His eyes crinkle as he smiles, and your self-consciousness is soothed away. “I’ll make sure to come to you if I ever need new ideas.”

“I’ll be happy to help. Anything for a friend.” It’s an offer, it’s a challenge, it’s a question, and you hold your breath. His expression doesn’t change at all. You’re not disappointed. You’re not.

“Anything for a friend.”

Once the last box is brought in, you thank Namjoon and escort him to the door, leaning against it as soon as it closes behind him. The apartment is silent once he’s gone, quiet in a way that rings hollow, and your fingers drift absentmindedly, running over the hand he touched like you could still feel it. You try to breathe evenly. You try to not think about anything at all. You try not to feel like something has slipped away from you. You try not to feel anything that could ache. You hum a song about moonlight as you move to unpack the rest of your things.

----------------------------------------------------------

Namjoon lets out a long breath as soon as he’s in his apartment. He stares down at his hand, his mind racing. It had to have been first touch, there was nothing else that would have felt like that. No static shock, no cold hands, no other explanation. But then why didn’t you say anything? Had he just hallucinated the whole thing? Had it just been because of his sleep deprivation? He slowly moves towards his kitchen, operating solely on muscle memory as he makes a cup of tea. His previous exhaustion is, strangely, nowhere to be found. Maybe it was the manual labor. Maybe moving in all your boxes helped clear his mind, woke him up. You didn’t say anything when he said neighbor. Anything for a friend. Anything for a friend.

He makes his way to the couch, mindful of the full cup of hot tea in his hand as he sits down. He’s done enough damage today without burning himself on top of everything. A loud groan of embarrassment is pulled from him as he recalls the look on your face when he fell. I couldn’t go one day, not a single day without mortifying myself.

He made a silent oath to never go that long without sleeping again, lest he crush another new neighbor.

Your first impression of him, first time meeting him, and he had to go and nearly concuss you. The second Hobi heard, he would be on the floor in tears. He sank down into the cushions on his couch, desperately hoping that they would swallow him whole as he recalled your eyes, wide eyed and slightly dazed. And of course you had to be beautiful. Your face was the sun, brilliant and warm and blinding. Here, there is nothing hidden. Here, there is a place made for only good things. No matter how long the night, in the morning there will be light, there will be another chance, there will be a time for wounds to heal. Here is my heart, it is oh so fragile, please be gentle.

But you called him a friend. You didn’t say anything else.

After the tea is gone, after he sends a text to Seokjin to let him know he made it safe, Namjoon finally starts towards his room. When he passes the art hanging on his walls, he wonders what you would make of each piece, how it would look in your eyes. He wonders what the colors would make you feel, if they would remind you of lines from poems. He doesn’t feel tired until he crawls into his bed, and then his eyes are too heavy for him to keep open.

He wraps his left hand around his right, convinced he can still feel your touch. There is a lingering warmth in his chest, and his muscles are more relaxed than they have been in years.

He tries to convince himself it was the last energy drink. He tries to convince himself he was just suffering from exhaustion.

He falls asleep humming your five-note song.

#kim namjoon x reader #kim namjoon fluff #namjoon x reader #namjoon fluff #joonie #joonie joonie joonie #soulmate!au #soulmate!namjoon #neighbor!au #neighbor!namjoon #namjoon angst #namjoon fic #slow burn #namjoon x y/n #namjoon x you #pls be gentle with me #i am but a baby #i wiLL cry #please keep in mind that m/c will be slightly autistic coded so be!!! nice!!!! pls

106 notes · View notes

zafiroazul14 · 1 year

Photo

El lado oscuro de la vida - vida..... (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1337473973-el-lado-oscuro-de-la-vida-vida?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=seokJi-hu&wp_originator=b8vH6rMWSJjPbffZqykFgq%2FUxOwCcTyw7aFiWQV3jgXsfehQMWiAQR%2BBSOpccDVWBtL1yZs1LDAXbtQz9EGlvx2GZntH%2FgFKHw9YQGxQaKfsPN2sRXW%2FAsfhhBrjvFv2 Aveces nos preguntamos cual es el lado oscuro de nuestra vida , muchos dicen que la vida es hermosa y que hay que apreciarla demasiado porque , vida solo haya unaaaaa Este libro tiene ayuda mental , autoreflexion .......................

#autoreflesion #lado #oscuro #psicologia #vida #mystery-thriller #books #wattpad #amreading #TIENES PROBLEMAS ?????? L EE EL NUEVO LIBRO

10 notes · View notes

sweetestofchaos · 2 years

Note

Start a tag game about whatever you want and tag your favorite writers/friends I like your tag games 🙂😅😅 it’s interesting to see others responses and getting to know them.

Just make a tag game up?? Okay, so with the release of Mark Tuan's new album, I think it would be fun to see what everyone's favorite album is right now.

Fav Music Album Tag Game

Share your favorite album of the moment along with your favorite song from said album. I will go first!

Album - The Other Side by Mark Tuan

Song - 'exhausted' and 'more' are my two favorite songs right now on the album

Tagging: @proudahgase-got7 @seokji-ale @jjksblackgf @bebejungkook

Anyone can play. I only tagged the first four that came to mind

#soc tag game #soc answers #soc asks #soc anon

15 notes · View notes

raplinenthusiasts · 1 year

Note

I know that you just finished your flower series but I kept thinking of how Joon said he's a wild flower, then Yoongi wish to bloom as a lotus flower. Not to mention we have Tae with snow flower song... 🫠 I wonder which flower the rest of the members associate themselves with (with Hobi, it may be sunflower and rose prolly for Jin).

oh I love that thought so much!

we have also Jungkook who even tattooed tiger lily on his arm! I absolutely adore idea of Hobi thinking of sunflower in this context and rose absolutely matches Seokji... the only one without strong association to any flower is Jimin then?

I actually thought about this when I saw your ask and personally he reminds me of cherry blossoms... starting with pink that I definetely link to him in every possible way and also the way they look so delicate and magnificent and their meaning (from what i read on the internet at least) seems to sum up my thoughts about him. Also I immediately saw Jimin in that pink hanbok and it just feels right :)

although, I have to confess when it comes to flowers i can only admire from afar as I have the opposite of a green thumb and I know next to nothing about them too

#if anyone has any thoughts pls share them #i would love to read more about that #i just like pretty things <3 #thank you so much for sending that in Erl <3 #ask

4 notes · View notes

floralseokjin · 2 years

Note

this is definitely 9mtfil seokji representing AGS

he's so hot when he gets serious with his job like i cant blame oc for flirting while he's working

The 9mtfil vibes? Through the ROOF! The hands in his pockets 😮‍💨 Oc would would be all over him, that’s for sure!

#fic:9mtfil #message #rhunzie

11 notes · View notes

o-olala · 1 year

Text

Having a crush on your lifelong best friend and roommate isn't ideal but Jimin and Jungkook seem to have mastered the art of keeping their feelings for eachother a secret... or so they thought.

In their heads their relationship was supposed to be purely platonic. I mean, they were basically brothers but in a moment of weakness where they both indulge in their pent up desire for each other, Jimin and Jungkook no longer know how to act.

Both in fear of losing their friendship and getting rejected, they try to navigate their feelings in their own way. Will keeping their feelings for eachother a secret save their friendship or aid in its destruction?

#jikook au #jikook fanfic #jungkook #bts jimin #bts fanfic #brothers #best friend #namjoon #bts jin #yoongi #bangtan #friends to lovers #hoseok #roomates #lgbtq #taehyung #youtubers

6 notes · View notes

fesim · 1 year

Note

Hiii! what skin did you use to make Genos? I've been looking for a skin to make him in my game and I found a post from you. You Genos looks amazing so I was wondering if there is no problem of course if it would be possible if you could share that skin for Genos or in case it is from another creator, if you could share who made it!, thank you.

Hello .！❤

Thankyou dear . My genos sim use face skin 03 from Seokji. You can download on her Naver blog ❤(ʘᴗʘ✿)

#question

1 note · View note

sweetandcrime · 2 years

Text

Esa misma noche, Kazuki se sentó a conversar con Lilian, sobre las actividades que realizó junto a Seokjin. Le contó lo maravillado que había quedado con los paisajes, la calma que la naturaleza le transmitía. Yeoryang-myeon y sus alrededores parecían sacados de un cuento de fantasía, uno de esos lugares a los que se accedía después de perderse dentro de una cueva en mitad del bosque o algo así.

—Señora Jie —era tarde, el té y las galletas se habían acabado hacía rato—, es tarde. Yo me encargo de limpiar la cocina, vaya a descansar.

—Hijo, eres muy amable —ella le dio una cariñosa palmadita en la cabeza, antes de irse a su habitación, no sin antes desearle buenas noches al muchacho.

Kazuki suspiró al quedarse solo y en seguida comenzó a recogerlo todo, procurando no hacer mucho ruido. Estaba terminando de acomodar los trastes ya lavados, cuando escuchó pasos cerca. Se giró y ahí estaba él. Vestido de negro, de pies a cabeza, con el cabello suelto, ligeramente alborotado. Se miraron una fracción de segundo, antes de que el recién llegado entrara a la cocina, directo a hacerse un café. Kazuki se quedó ahí parado, simplemente viéndolo, sin hablar.

Había algo en ese sujeto que lo intrigaba y le llamaba la atención, además de que se comportaba como si él no existiera. ¿Es que no tenía modales? ¿Quién había educado a ese sujeto como para ni siquiera saludar por cortesía? Tch.

Él tampoco le dijo nada, siguió en lo suyo. El rubio abandonó la cocina y Matsumoto se quedó ahí, extrañado. Poco después, estaría apagando las luces y acercándose a asegurar la puerta que daba hacia el jardín. Pero aunque la luz del patio era tenue, apenas alumbrado por un foco de luz mortecina, logró divisar la figura de pie que le daba la espalda. Estaba tomándose el café y fumando un cigarro, contemplando quién sabe qué en la oscuridad.

La curiosidad de Kazuki fue mayor. Abrió la puerta, salió al jardín y apenas había dado dos pasos cuando lo escuchó.

—Tu pie —su voz era ligeramente ronca, pero no tan grave como la de Seokjin.

— ¿E-eh?

—Que si está bien tu pie.

Kazuki no se movía. Él ni siquiera se había girado, pero había sentido su presencia. Con cautela, como temeroso de algo, fue acercándose un poco más.

—Está... uhm, bien, está bien.

Cuando se colocó a su lado, Kazuki se dio cuenta de que era más alto que él por al menos una palma de su mano. O él era muy bajito o todos los hombres de ese lugar eran muy altos.

El sujeto ya no dijo nada más, Matsumoto comenzó a sentirse estúpido, ¿por qué diablos se había acercado? Sólo estaba ahí, tragándose el humo de ese cigarrillo. ¡Ah! Ahora que lo pensaba, esta era la primera vez que lo veía en la casa, ¿así que era el famoso inquilino de Lilian?

—Tú eres... el otro inquilino, ¿cierto? ¿Cuál es tu nombre? —el chico volteó a verlo finalmente.

— ¿Cuál es el tuyo?

—Kazuki. Matsumoto Kazuki.

— ¿Qué diablos haces aquí?

— ¿Huh?

—En Yeoryang-myeon.

—Yo... ¡Oye, sólo yo estoy respondiendo tus preguntas!

—No te estoy obligando.

—Qué...grosero —masculló entre dientes. Se dio media vuelta, el rubio lo vio de reojo—. Son unos brutos maleducados, todos ustedes —iba refunfuñando, abrazándose él mismo, pues sentía algo de frío.

—Espero que hayas disfrutado la vista.

Kazuki se detuvo a un paso de entrar a la casa, volteó a ver al más alto y gracias al cielo, ni había luz ni le estaba mirando, pues se habría dado cuenta de que tenía el rostro hirviendo. Por supuesto que se refería al pequeño "incidente" de esa tarde.

—Exhibicionista. ¿Quién diablos se baña en la intemperie? ¡Cavernícola!

La puerta se cerró.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ

—Las medidas no me cuadran.

—Tendremos que empezar de nuevo, entonces, para ver dónde está el error.

—Buenos días —balbuceó Kazuki, que venía entrando a la cocina, tallándose los ojos con la manga de su suéter; más dormido que despierto, sólo llamado por el olor del desayuno recién preparado. Olía a café recién molido, mantequilla... Se le estaba haciendo agua la boca.

Cuando su vista se aclaró, se dio cuenta de que Seokjin y el otro inquilino estaban sentados, ya desayunando. El hijo de Lilian lo miraba fijamente, mientras el otro tenía toda su atención puesta en su plato y un croquis que sostenía con la diestra. Kazuki se quedó parado bajo el marco de la puerta, tratando de recordar con qué pijama se había ido a dormir. Cuando Seokjin bajó la vista, Kazuki también lo hizo, y juntos recorrieron la pequeña figura del japonés, cubierta por una holgada pijama de color azul pastel, con estampado de nubes blancas.

La sonrisa socarrona no tardó en aparecer por un lado ni el sonrojo por el otro.

—Buenos días, Kazuki. Por favor, siéntate con los chicos. Me da gusto que los tres estén aquí, ¡alegran esta casa!

—La cara de Kyuho no es precisamente algo que transmita alegría, mamá.

Un trozo de pan voló desde un extremo de la mesa hasta el otro, Seokjin lo atrapó y se echó a reír, antes de comerse lo que el susodicho había lanzado.

Kyuho. ¿Ese era su nombre?

—El café huele delicioso, señora Jie —tomó asiento en uno de los laterales.

—Espero que te guste el desayuno. Es una receta especial que mi abuela le aprendió a su abuela, y ha ido pasando de mano en mano, sazón en sazón. ¡Por cierto! Ya conociste a Kyuho, ¿verdad? Chicos, ustedes son más o menos de la misma edad, eso creo... Mi memoria falla terriblemente estos días.

—Ya tuvimos la oportunidad de conocernos, pero no de presentarnos adecuadamente —habló el rubio, finalmente dejando el croquis a un lado y centrando la vista en Kazuki—. Lee Kyuho —se presentó.

—Matsumoto Kazuki —pronunció en voz baja el muchacho, sosteniéndole la mirada. El rubio apartó la vista y continuó comiendo; Lilian, hablando.

Por extraño que pudiera parecerle, se sentía cómodo, el ambiente era agradable. Lo más curioso de todo es que la forma en que se hablaban y trataban Kyuho y Seokjin, era propia de un par de hermanos. Eran realmente cercanos, por lo visto. Trabajaban juntos, se molestaban como unos críos, aunque Seokjin hablaba mucho más que el otro.

El desayuno fue ameno y tranquilo.

—Tenemos que volver al trabajo.

— ¿Volver? —Kazuki alzó la cabeza, mirando al más alto de los tres varones.

—Te dije que el trabajo en estas tierras comienza antes de que salga el sol. Te irás acostumbrando a levantarte temprano. Ahora... Vístete, vendrás con nosotros.

—Ellos te enseñarán tus tareas —Lilian intervino, dulce como siempre—, eres un chico muy listo, aprenderás rápido.

Sí, quizá, pero ya estaba muerto de miedo. Además, el cuerpo le estaba doliendo como si le hubieran dado una paliza, especialmente los brazos. Se notaba a leguas que no estaba acostumbrado a trabajar.

Le tocó tomar la ducha con el agua helada, pues le dieron quince minutos, como máximo, para estar listo. Pero cuando Seokjin lo vio bajar por las escaleras, chasqueó la lengua con disgusto y le murmuró a Kyuho al oído. Este suspiró, cansado, con resignación, y se acercó hasta el citadino, haciéndole una seña con un movimiento de cabeza.

—Ven conmigo.

— ¿Qué? ¿Por qué? ¡Hey! —corrió escaleras arriba, detrás del rubio, hasta que este entró a su habitación. Era el cuarto junto al de Kazuki, cuando entró se dio cuenta que era similar al suyo, con la misma carencia de muebles y adornos, y con la gran diferencia de que sus paredes estaban tapizadas con papel; el color era beige, muy claro, el estampado tenía una especie de patrón floral muy vintage. Era precioso. Todo estaba bien cuidado, impoluto. Vaya...

—No puedes ir a trabajar con esa ropa.

— ¿Qué tiene mi ropa? Elegí lo más sencillo que tenía —refunfuñó.

—Pareces salido de una revista.

— ¡Pues gracias!

—No era un cumplido —rodó los ojos y entonces le lanzó un par de prendas. Kazuki las atrapó al vuelo—. Dudo mucho que puedas moverte libremente con eso puesto. Vístete, tienes cinco minutos. Nos estás retrasando.

El regaño hizo a Matsumoto resoplar. Estaba por quitarse la camisa cuando reparó en que Kyuho seguía ahí parado.

— ¿Qué haces aquí? Voy a cambiarme.

— ¿Y qué te está deteniendo? Te dije que nos estás retrasando.

— ¡Tú! ¡Largo de aquí!

—Es mi habitación.

—No voy a desvestirme delante de ti.

—Tú me viste desnudo.

— ¡Eso no fue mi decisión! Tú estabas ahí... bañándote con agua de una cubeta como un... como un salvaje.

—Te quedan tres minutos.

— ¡Deja de mirarme!

Kyuho se sacó un cigarrillo del bolsillo y le prendió fuego, sin moverse de su lugar. Kazuki se puso rojo del enfado y la vergüenza.

—P-por lo menos date la vuelta.

—Dos minutos —le dio la espalda, mientras calaba su cigarro. Kazuki comenzó a desvestirse rápidamente y a ponerse la ropa que le había dado el más alto. Era un pantalón de mezclilla, una camiseta delgada, otra manga larga de tela más gruesa. Se demoró más en colocarse las botas—. Muy bien, se acabó tu tiempo —dijo, girándose a verlo—, muévete.

— ¡Espera! Arghh.

Kyuho salió de la habitación, Kazuki hizo con sus prendas una bola de ropa y por las prisas, simplemente la dejó en la cama. La ropa del chico le quedaba grande, pero lo solucionó apretándose el cinturón y fajándose la camisa. Salió corriendo y así mismo bajó las escaleras, casi tropezando en el acto. Llegó hasta la camioneta de Seokjin después que Kyuho, cuando ellos ya estaban por abordar.

—Oigan, oigan... ¿Y cómo vamos a sentarnos los tres ahí? Iremos muy apretados.

—Es por eso que tú vas atrás —Seokjin señaló la parte trasera de la camioneta, cargada con algunos sacos de arroz—. Siéntate y agárrate bien.

— ¿Q-qué?

—Date prisa, Kazuki. Tenemos mucho que hacer.

Ay, no.

#SUNSHINE1509

0 notes