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Seokjin’s hair is longer than Namjoon has ever seen. They’re sitting together on the steps in front of Seokjin’s childhood home, Namjoon’s right thigh pressed to Seokjin’s left. The wind chime hanging in front of the door sings softly and Seokjin’s longer hair follows the movement of the very same wind. The envelope in Namjoon’s hand burns his skin and yet all he can think about is how Seokjin’s hair is longer than he’s ever seen. It suits him well.
“What are you waiting for, Joonie?” Seokjin asks with a nudge of the elbow. Namjoon can hear a strain under his playful tone. “What bad could happen, eh?”
They both know the bad that could happen. They know the bad that has already happened. They hear it everyday in the street, at school, in shops. Seokjin more than Namjoon but Namjoon still, because two years have passed but he still seeks out friendship with Seokjin and that is a confession of guilt in itself.
Namjoon remembers the whisper once heard, that boy is beautiful like the devil. We should’ve known… and a part of him thinks well I’m not that beautiful, so, maybe not me and the other hyung’s more angel than demon actually. Seokjin’s beauty is kind and warm. Peaceful.
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21 Dec 2021