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Seokjin looks awfully cuddly.
He's sitting opposite to Namjoon, wearing that awfully soft looking blue velvet matching tracksuit, rubbing sleep out of his eyes with too-small-to-be-honest closed fists. He looks soft, and small, and like touching him wouldn't make Namjoon's skin itch.
The discussion around him goes on but Namjoon entertains in that idea, wrapping himself around Seokjin, making himself small in his arms but large enough to swallow him whole, legs wrapped tight around his legs, arms wrapped tighter around his chest. To test out if there's a secret part of Seokjin that doesn't make his fingers tingle, what he could bear and what he couldn't, if there is something he couldn't bear with him.
It's a sweet kind of secret, the difference between Seokjin and all the others; between those who can't touch and the one he can't let himself be touched by, for fear of never wanting it to stop.
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"There's been an issue," The manager says, his eyes darting between Seokjin and Namjoon like he can't quite know who to address. Seokjin nods to get him to keep going and the manager's attention darts back to him. "With your flat, Jin-ah. The police called. Seems like someone broke into it while you were away for the day. You can't go back, obviously, though they put someone to guard your door while they investigate. We've been looking into finding you a hotel room for the night, but maybe you'd prefer going to your family..." He’s wringing his hands nervously. Next to Seokjin, Namjoon has tensed almost imperceptibly. The hand on his back fists the back of his shirt then releases it.
"You can come to mine," Namjoon says, his deep voice reassuring so close to Seokjin's ear. Their eyes meet when Seokjin turns his head towards him, and he’s surprised to find him looking alert, no sleepiness to detect on his face. His attention is all on him, the manager excluded from their discussion. "In the spare room, yeah?"
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It starts as a joke, at first. Seokjin, who’s probably the biggest BT21 fan out of all of them, receives a notification for a new tweet from the official account and tilts his phone in Namjoon’s direction when he asks to see.
It’s a picture of some stupid merchandising matching the characters in pairs. RJ and Koya are paired together as usual so Seokjin naturally does a dumb joke about the characters acting like a married couple.
"You do realise RJ and Koya can't actually be married, right hyung?" Namjoon says suddenly. Seokjin blankly stares at him, waiting for him to extrapolate. For reasons he can’t understand Namjoon’s confidence unnerves him. Why can’t RJ and Koya be married, after all? "Same gender couple can't get married in Korea for a start. And even if we could, I'm pretty sure a koala and alpaca same gender couple can't get married anywhere anyway."
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Namjoon regrets it the second his palm makes contact with Seokjin's cheek. In a flash the touches he'd gave him already during the day come back to him and he recoils on himself, guilt crashing down his muddled brain.
One: A brush of their fingers in the morning, because Seokjin looks so lovely when he's still half asleep and because Namjoon is tired enough that he indulges in it.
Two: A squeeze to his biceps during practice when Seokjin missed a step and grimaced at him in the mirror, a gesture of comfort because Seokjin is still insecure about his dancing skills even though he dances amazingly.
Three: His hand on Seokjin's knee when they'd been squeezed next to each other on the couch during their little party. He doesn't have excuses for this one, except that it was the end of the day and he was still allowed one touch.
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- Part 2 of Just a touch
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It’s been three weeks since the little For sale! sign on the house next to Seokjin’s has been replaced with a Sold! one. Two weeks since a truck had dropped a surprisingly small amount of boxes and very enthusiast Seoul boy. One week and six days since Seokjin had knocked on his door with a tupperware of food in his hands, ready to welcome the newcomer in true countryside fashion (One third courtesy, two third nosy curiosity.) and had almost dropped when his new neighbour had opened with a smile that had blinded him.
One week and six days since Seokjin, upon first gazing at his new neighbour, had blurted out Hello I'm your Seokjin, neighbour! and had promptly felt the ardent desire to disappear from the surface of the earth, immediately.
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“No, Fire, no!” Is the last thing Namjoon hears before being taken down by twenty kilograms of white, fluffy dog. The dog excitedly pins Namjoon to the floor with a paw on each shoulder and licks his face up and down. Namjoon’s own dog, Rapmon, barks happily while circling the two of them, tail swishing happily. At least the little shit didn't took the opportunity to run away.
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- Part 2 of Namjinweek2018
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Namjoon sits crossed legs on the light wood floor of his newly arranged room and considers it wordlessly. He’s proud of the work done already, of the endless shelves stuffed with books, of the cream curtains framing the large windows, of the grainy quality of the air all around. Of the peacefulness exuding from every dark corner. Of the loneliness.
There are still quite a lot of things he’s not satisfied with, though: the coffee table broke earlier, its glass plate shattering in million of tiny pieces for Namjoon’s greatest despair and he really needs a carpet near the sitting area (a plush, fluffy one. Beige? Dark red.) and he still can’t really stand his own presence but the day is still young. At least one of those things can be achieved before tonight, hopefully.Or
Namjoon buys an old library in the tiniest village ever, spills the secret about his magical powers, gets enrolled in a knitting club and is asked to date old women's mysterious grandsons.
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“Let Joonie spin the bottle!” Hoseok interrupts. “So he has his destiny in his own hands. That’s the type of shit he likes.” Namjoon doesn’t really want to take body shot at all, destiny or not, but he has to admit he still prefers leaving the decision to his good fortune than Jimin. He tries not to look too hopeful and it seems to work because Jimin nods slowly, contemplative.
“Go on, so no one accuses me of meddling in anyone’s shit.”
Namjoon picks up the bottle and spins it, his mind chanting a prayer of not Jin-hyung not Jin-hyung please not Jin-hyung while a tinier, traitorous part of it whispers please stop on Jin-hyung.