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“Um, hello?”
“Thank god you picked up!”
“Who is this?”
Namjoon sighs before he answers “It’s Namjoon. Hyejin you told me to call you anytime, well anytime is right now.” There’s a long pause. “Oh Namjoon hello. Call me Hwasa.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, everybody does. What do you need? You never call me. Which you should do more often by the way.” He mentally prepares himself for all the explaining he has to do. “Well you see long story...”
“Then we’ll do it tomorrow. Goodnight!”
Beep, beep, beep.
Maybe calling Hwasa at three am wasn’t the smartest decision he’s ever made. Namjoon plops down on the bed glares at the white ceiling. “Ow,” he murmurs softly rubbing his back before laying down on his stomach face first into his pillow. He’s shifts on his bandages to make it more comfortable. He’ll figure something out tomorrow. Now it’s time to sleep.
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The first thing that greets Namjoon in the morning is three unread messages from Hwasa. “Meet me at the cafe at 11. Don’t forget to wear something cute. Here’s the address.” Namjoon pushes himself up and rolls of the bed falling on a blanket on the floor. He groans in discomfort “At least I know where it went.” He throws the blanket at his unmade bed. Two Ryan plushies fall of the bed, staring at him with a look of betrayal.
The Ryan plushies can wait, Namjoon has to get back to the task at hand. Getting dressed.
He got a decent amount of clothes thanks to his friends who insist on buying him things. He tries to stop them, but for some reason they want to waste their money on him.
He has to wear something cute. Namjoon has a lot of cute clothes with line characters, but he only wears them at home. The only reason he has so many line clothes is that he accidentally let it slip that he had a Ryan collection to one of his richer friends. He puts out a white knitted sweater careful not to shift on the bandages he has around his chest and a pair of grey jeans. He scans his clothes to find a suitable cardigan. He pulls out a blue one made from a jeans like material.
Namjoon doesn’t bother with a proper breakfast, he assumes that there’s something to eat at the cafe anyways. He gets out his phone, the phone case has definitely seen some shit judging by the state it’s in. He unlocks the phone pulling out the address Hwasa sent him. It’s only a 20 minute walk from his flat and Namjoon has the time. He runs his hand through his freshly dyed grey locks before putting on a grey scarf and slipping on a random pair of shoes.
The desk lady gives Namjoon a small wave when he walks past her. He smiles back before exiting the building onto the street. It’s a relatively peaceful Saturday morning. Namjoon starts walking in the direction of the cafe periodically checking his phone so he won’t go the wrong way. It’s amazing that Namjoon hasn’t managed to get properly lost yet. Sure he has taken a wrong turn here and there, but he has never been properly lost. Or that was until yesterday happened.
Namjoon shudders at the thought. He almost walks past the entrance to the cafe to distracted in his thoughts. The cafe seems like a cozy place, in front of the windows there’s several outside tables. The sign above it read ‘Windflower’.
Namjoon pushes the door open. He’s greeted with the pleasant smell of coffee and sweets. Everything in the cafe is following a colour scheme consisting of muted blues, yellows, pinks and a whole lot of wood. The atmosphere is very warm and welcoming.
“Hey, Joonie! Over here.” Hwasa’s loud voice breaks the otherwise pleasant silence. She’s sitting at a table in a corner. There are plants hanging from the ceiling almost covering her entirely making her hard to spot.
“This is a really nice place.” Hwasa grins at him with a proud look on her face “Thank you, I’m actually one of the co-owners.” Namjoon looks at her shocked. “And you’re only one year younger than me?” Hwasa nods. “So would you like something to drink or eat?” “Yes please. Just get me what you recommend I don't mind.” Hwasa leaves to behind the bar and starts chatting with the barista.
Namjoon leans back into the plush seat of the sofa he’s sitting on. ‘Damn I wish I could stay like this forever. Wait no my back hurts’ He sits up straight groaning in pain.
“Sup, I’m back. Enjoy your meal.” Hwasa sets down a cup of what looks to be hot chocolate and a huge stack of pancakes.
“How did you finish these pancakes so quickly?”
“Company secret!”
Namjoon takes a few bites of the delicious pancakes before he starts speaking. “So as much as I want to devour these pancakes I have something important to tell you.”
“Yeah I was wondering why you were calling me at three am.”
“Stop being mean. Well I should probably begin telling you what happened.” He starts. “You probably should.”
“Please stop.”
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“No, no, no, no.”
“What’s happening?”
“It’s okay Yoongi don’t worry about me!”
Truth be told things weren’t okay. Namjoon had just discovered two zit like dots between his shoulder blades. Just out of reach so he can’t properly pop them. “Yoongi?” he calls out throughout his flat. “Yes Namjoon.”
“Can you pop some zits for me?” Yoongi pops his head inside the bathroom. “Sure, get on your knees.” Namjoon wiggles his eyebrows. “Ooooo kinky.”
“Please die Namjoon.”
Yoongi pushes Namjoon down. “Are you sure those are pimples? They seem way to large.”
(“Namjoon I don’t want to hear about your pimples!” “Shut up it makes more sense when I finish telling you what happened!”)
“Ow! Be careful are you trying to hurt me?” Yoongi backs off. “I barely touched you.” Namjoon stands up. “Maybe you shouldn’t pop them then.” Yoongi gives him an unimpressed look. “No shit Sherlock. Anyways what do you want for dinner I’m eating dinner here.”
“I want to meet your new roommate.” Yoongi gives him the finger. “Oh fuck off. I’m ordering Vietnamese.” Namjoon gives him a thumbs up before dressing himself.
The next days goes as normal, classes, part time job, annoying Yoongi. Ya know the usual. Only thing unusual is that he zits won’t get smaller, in fact their getting bigger and more painful. Every day chores are becoming an hassle like getting dressed without feeling an immense amount of pain. “Well if you’re in so much pain why don’t you go to an doctor?”
“Yoongi you don’t understand. I have mandatory classes and a shit load of work my next off day is in five days so I promise then I’ll go.” Yoongi huffs in response.
Namjoon is a liar he didn’t go to the doctor after five days and he probably should’ve.
“AHHHHH!” Namjoon wakes up screaming in pain he turns on his lamp and looks down at his mattress which is stained in a deep red colour. The heavy smell of blood is invading his nostrils. Namjoon gags before stumbling out of bed running to the best of his ability to the bathroom. He falls to the floor before slowly pushing himself up while leaning against the sink. He slowly turns around to see what’s happening on the bloody mess that is called his back.
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“So what you’re trying to say is that you now have wings growing out of your back?”
“Yes! It sounds impossible since all hybrids are born with their traits right?”
Hwasa looks at him dead serious. It’s honestly quite scary, Namjoon has never seen her like this ever. She’s always seems so carefree. “Can I be honest with you Namjoon? I find it hard to believe you.” Namjoon stands up. “I’ll show you.” Hwasa follows his lead and motions for him to follow. “Very well, let’s go to the back.”
They walk behind the bar and through a set of doors leading into a corridor. Hwasa open the doors to the break room. “Come on show me then.” Namjoon takes of his cardigan and sweater leaving him partly exposed. His chest is completely covered in bloody, clumsily placed bandages which he takes off. Namjoon turns around showing of his back. Hwasa gasps at the mess that could be called his back.
Two small feather covered appendages reminiscent of wings is sticking out of his skin which is completely red around the are the wings came from. “Why didn’t you go to the hospital?!” Hwasa yells right in Namjoons ear. “I panicked so I called you! And I only know where the human hospitals are. Also you said that one of your friends is a hybrid and all my friends are human.”
“I was hoping you were kidding when you told me that you started growing wings. I’ll get Solar she probably knows what to do.” Namjoon sits down at a bench looking at the bloody bandages in his hands.
He has classes tomorrow, but there’s a lot 100% chance he’s calling in sick.
“Oh my goodness.” Namjoon stands up stretching out his arm. “I’m Kim Namjoon. You must be Solar.” Solar marches up to him and she pushes him down so that he’s sitting on the bench again. “You shouldn’t be moving I’ll clean your wounds.” She walks out of the room to get a first aid kit.
Without warning she pours a bunch of liquid on the root of his wings. Namjoon screams. The pain gets almost as bad as it was when he woke up yesterday. “You’re doing amazing.” He didn’t even notice that he gripped onto Hwasas hand. Solar finishes cleaning his wings. “You stay there I will call an actual hybrid doctor to look at you.”
Hwasa turns to look at him “This is going to be an interesting day.”
“You tell me.”