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Empty streets. Lights blinking before his eyes in the calm street he looks down upon. Cold breeze filling his lungs. A cloud of fog leaving his lips. The sheer loneliness amongst the millions.
He looks down at the city under his feet, music blaring in his ears at a desperate attempt at silencing the brutal voice of his mind. He scoffs. “As if the sounds ever worked, as if-“
A warm pair of hands pull the earbuds out of his ears. The air feels too quiet, too suddenly.
“It’s 6 am Joonah…” Hoseok starts in his usual serious, yet warm and safe tone.
“And here you are too.” Interrupts Namjoon, leaning back to the railings of the small bridge, a soft smile creeping up his lips no matter how hard he tries to look annoyed.
Hoseok rolls his eyes, his usual cheery self shadowed with a soft mist of worry over his features. “It’s because I actually woke up and got out for a run. Not because I sleep 2 hours a day.”
“It’s Friday-“ Namjoon objects.
“Saturday now.”
“Yes, Friday- Saturday- doesn’t matter. What I mean is, I do not have any classes and can sleep the whole day if I want.”
A soft sigh. “Go home. It’s too cold outside, and its almost morning anyway.”
A soft smile. “Might as well now that you’re here to take over me.”
The sunlight starts shining over the city as the moon retreats. A kid looks up in awe as she notices the sun and the moon shyly chasing each other in the early morning sky. Her mother rushes her into the car they drive off. As sleep takes over her again, she can swear she saw the sun smiling back at the moon as he walked away clueless.
When Namjoon walks into the Sociology class on Monday he’s not surprised to be greeted by Hoseok excitedly waving his hand, calling him to sit next to him, with a vague shape of a… human curled up next to him.
“You know Yoongi hyung took this class as an elective too.” Hoseok laughs when he notices the other’s puzzled expression.
“Let me guess- he came in, put his hoodie on, and told you to wake him up when you see the professor and went straight back to sleep?”
He laughs softly nodding, and shoves a warm cup in Namjoon’s hands. “Hyung insisted on getting coffee on the way here, so I got one for you too.”
He takes the cup with a soft smile, hands wrapping around the warm cup to hide the way they shake. “Thank you- uh- you really didn’t have to.”
“But I wanted to. I know you don’t sleep at all already.”
Namjoon whines softly before he can stop himself. “So what if we came across each other a few times when you go out for a run? I can take care of myself-“
“Joonah. If it was a few times we wouldn’t be sitting together right now and you know it. It took five consequent days of me seeing you there for us to even talk.”
He knows it is becoming a problem. He also knows it was just how it is going to be for him. It’s too calm, too quiet in his room. Too lonely. Too suffocating. He just looks down as he takes a small sip of the coffee.
Hoseok softly nudges his arm with his. Namjoon looks at him, his eyes roam over the sharp features of the man’s face, and finally meet his gaze, so soft despite all. He can’t decide if he wants to curl away into the coldness of the night again or bask in the warmth of his touch.
“You know I’m nagging you like this only because I care about you.”
“I know. Thank you.”
“You look tired.”
“I am.”
“Wanna drop by tonight? Food is on me.”
The warmth, he chooses. He spent too long running away already. Too long under the pouring rain, too long in cheap buses, too long fading into the night.
He smiles. “I would love that.”
He snuggles next to Hoseok, trapping him between himself and Yoongi, and looks up with a genuine smile. “Mind if I close my eyes a bit too?”
Hoseok smiles, and Namjoon can feel the tension melting from his shoulders. “Of course,” he brings a hand over his hair and decide against at the last moment. “of course. Anytime.”
The little kid asks her mother when they arrive, “Mum, how can the moon and the sun be out at the same time? Isn’t one- isn’t one for mornings and one for nights?”
The mother smiles, ruffling the hair of the curious kid. “You see…” she starts telling. “They say the Sun loved the Moon so much, and the Moon was too shy to look at the Sun but waited for it every morning where it hangs over the city, hoping to catch a glimpse...”