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Namjoon struggles with self image (that was at least one factor of it all), and yeah who didn’t dislike how they looked from time to time? (Seokjin hyung but that is besides the point) Yeah sure, okay maybe he handled it a bit worse than others did… Namjoon self-harmed yeah, but he made sure he did it where he could hide it and so that his soulmate could too. His soulmate probably hated him, probably thought he was an asshole for destroying both their bodies. (Even if the scars were only faint on the other’s body)
Seokjin, his roommate, doesn’t know. Or at least if he does know he hasn’t told or fussed over Namjoon and Namjoon appreciates it if that is the case. Namjoon mostly let himself believe he hid it well. He hated worrying people, especially Seokjin, and he didn’t want to feel worse about all of this .
Namjoon knew Seokjin might try to fight him if the elder ever found out where he went on Friday nights. Namjoon was very clumsy, so much so that Seokjin has made it a point of keeping all breakable things up high, not letting Namjoon cook, and even adding protectors to the sharper corners of furniture.
‘Think of it like Namjoon-proofing the house!’ Seokjin smiled and looked at Namjoon
‘That sounds like baby-proofing’
‘I can make you walk around in a helmet and knee pads.’
‘Oh god no please.. Namjoon proof it but please no helmet!’
So Namjoon made it a point to never tell his hyung about how he went out skateboarding, in the dark sometimes, on Friday nights with some friends.
“Joon’s here!” Hoseok yelled from the bottom of the bowl, a grin plastered on his face. Taehyung stood at the outside edge of the same bowl, obviously about to do something stupid, and Yoongi was focused on learning a new trick on the half-pipe. Namjoon waved, a content smile set upon his lips, and set off to practice newer stuff before the sun completely set. Namjoon, as cliche as it sounds, is his happiest on Friday nights. He’s surrounded with his closest friends (minus Seokjin) and his favorite activity, and he always leaves feeling happy and relaxed for once.
The sun had been down for a good twenty minutes, the group of four sat on top of one of the taller ramps, takeout in hand.
“So do you guys remember the kid Jimin that I had mentioned last week? The modern ballet kid?” Hoseok spoke up, setting his chopsticks in his container.
All three responded with some form of a grunt, mouths full of food.
“Well I also met this new kid, Jeongguk, and he’s really good too! Just turned 18 and he’s a modern kid. Anyways, him and Minnie are soulmates,” he smiled a bit, “and get this, they also skate. I feel like they would really fit into our group… so I was thinking of maybe bringing them along Wednesday?”
Wednesday was usually when everyone, except Namjoon due to his university schedule, met up in the afternoon to skate.
“But then Joonie can’t meet them!” Taehyung said pouting
“Yeah I realized that.. But I felt like maybe if you two liked them that Namjoon would too?”
“Iff fn whh mng nmmgnn mhm whh if.” Yoongi mumbled incoherently, still stuffing his face with food. Hoseok and Tae looked to Namjoon.
“He said that it’s fine with him if I’m okay with it. Which I am. If you like them then bring them next Friday too.” Namjoon translated his hyung’s muddled words and received a nod from said hyung, and the others will never understand how he does it.
Wednesday rolled around and Namjoon woke up confused and slightly hurt. He woke up with not just one, but a line of hickeys going down his neck. Obviously Namjoon hadn’t been with anyone the night before, so the only other option was that his soul mate had gotten at least half action. Technically Namjoon had no good reason to be upset because who knows how far apart he was from the other, but it still kind of felt like he was being cheated on. Jin gave him a weird look when he first left his room, but the look Namjoon gave him and the way he angrily wrapped a scarf around his neck Jin knew he shouldn’t push. Namjoon spent all day in that damned scarf.
Friday snuck up quick and Yoongi and Taehyung had deemed the new couple worthy of joining the Friday night skate. Namjoon hurried out the door, thankful that Fridays were when Seokjin chose to stay out later, board in hand and set off to the park. He was a bit pressed over the fact that he had gained not only more hickeys, but they also trailed down his abdomen, he hoped tonight would distract him from the marks.
They all arrived in their usual order, Hobi and Tae first (“it’s only so we can make out in the bowl and scare away the kids!” Tae received a hard smack to his shoulder from Hoseok), Yoongi arriving next with a coffee in his hands (“I have night classes you fucks, I woke up like 30 minutes ago” was his only excuse), and Namjoon last because he was flat out just bad at time management.
“OH SHIT IS OUR LITTLE JOONIE GETTING LAID?” Taehyung hollered at the top of his lungs from the bottom of the bowl, he seemed to have switched positions with hoseok since last Friday.
“First off!” Namjoon jumped off his board and slid himself to the bottom of the bowl, “I’m your hyung, punk. And second, no but my soulmate probably is.” he gritted out, tone showing signs of annoyance bubbling.
“Aw what the hell! I get it sex drive is something that needs to be satiated but they couldn’t settle for the hand?” Hoseok called from the edge of the bowl.
“I call bullshit!” Yoongi yelled from next to Hoseok.
Namjoon shrugged.
“I’m trying to ignore it.. Where are the new kids? Chicken out?”
“Up here old man!” a voice from behind Namjoon called out, and provoked Namjoon into turning.
“Excuse me but who are you calling old ma-” He looked at the two, beautiful, boys in front of him and almost collapsed. Both donned the same hickeys that he did, and it seemed like the shorter one realized too as he brought a hand up to cover his mouth, eyes going wide.
“Oh fuck…” Yoongi muttered quietly, Namjoon heard the three get up and leave but he didn’t care to turn and see. He kept his eyes on the boys that were now joining him in the bowl, inspecting his neck.
“Namjoon right?” the taller asked “I’m Jeongguk, this is Jimi-”
“Why do you hurt yourself?” Jimin asked bluntly with tears in his eyes, Namjoon swore then and there he would never cause that sight ever again.
“I-I…” Namjoon stuttered out weakly, only to be enveloped in a hug from both boys.
Tears slowly fell from Namjoon’s eyes. He knew he was hurting his soulmate, well soulmates, but he never expected their reaction to be somewhat.. Positive?
All three sat in the bottom of the bowl for a few minutes before deciding to talk more another day, and skate tonight. The other three were just sitting in the half-pipe waiting anyways.
So the day after, Seokjin didn’t question the unusually large smile on Namjoon’s face nor did he ask anything when Namjoon shyly asked if he could cook for 2 more that night. He was just happy to see Namjoon not hurting so much.
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Since that night, Namjoon has spent most of his free time with his boyfriends, and eventually moved in with them. Seokjin, while sad to see him go, was happy for him. He was also happy because that meant less food to cook being that his boyfriend had moved in with them recently.
He woke up every morning to at least one boyfriend cuddled into his chest, and on most days, the other there too. All three of them would cook breakfast, agreeing that it was more entertaining than efficient but they didn’t care.
He went to all of Jimin and Jeongguk’s dance performances, showered them in love and support, and in return they showered him in praises and love whenever he finished writing a song. They worked well together. They learned how each handled certain feelings, Jimin choosing to cry when he got stressed while Jeongguk took to more time at the gym, and Namjoon let it all build up and ignored it until he became too overwhelmed to even hold a pen. They talked out their arguments, they handled almost all fights well. Sometimes one would have to leave for a night but it always was reconciled by morning. They were all truly in love and the didn’t really care about the stares they got when they went out in public. They were happy and that’s what mattered to them.