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kalon
καλόν
Greek
( n. ) beauty that is more than skin deep
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Namjoon remembers the first time he laid eyes on Park Jimin. When he thinks about that moment later, it feels like it came straight out of one of his favourite classics, The Tale of Two Cities - "it was the best of times, it was the worst of times." He was having the shittiest day ever; first, his coffee machine stopped working halfway through making his coffee and he had to spend almost 45 minutes getting it back to working condition. Then he couldn't find his house keys and had to lock up using the spare he kept outside his apartment. Only after he walked to the metro station and sat down did he realise that the keys were in his back pocket the entire time. His day just became even more horrible at work.
He was a music producer and had the opportunity to work with some of the most talented artists. Most of the days, he'd come back home exhausted but content because "not everyone can wake up in the morning and say 'yes! I'm going to work". Yet today was not one of those days. Firstly, the artist he was working with turned up almost an hour late, and to top it off he refused to get off his phone for anything other than recording. This was ironic, considering that they were only going to be looking through the demos for which Namjoon had written lyrics.
Namjoon bolted out of his studio door the minute the clock struck 4, leaving the artist mumbling something about not being professional (the irony, the audacity). His body, mind, and soul yearned for a walk along the Han River, so he decided to listen to his instincts and took a bus to the Han River.
This is the part Namjoon loves about that day. His entire day had squeezed all the fight out of his body, so he decided to stop at this quaint little cafe along the banks of the river. He ordered a coffee and some chocolate croissants and sat at a table inside.
The sound of a bell echoed around the almost empty cafe. As Namjoon looked at who had just walked in, he could feel the world stop. The door opened, letting in the bright sunlight. For a second, nothing happened. Then the world just stopped; the silhouette of a lithe body could be seen. For a moment, Namjoon thought he had died and had ascended to heaven because an angel had walked in.
Jimin just glowed. The sunlight bounced off his skin in a way it didn't for others. It made the angel seem even more ethereal and angelic. The minute he stepped into the cafe, the barista waved to the angel and, in reply, the angel gave a huge smile. Namjoon wishes he didn't see that smile, wishes he didn't see the angel’s eyes curving along with his lips, and wishes he didn't fall in love that second. Even the thought of being with the angel was hitting way above his league. He realises that he had been staring for too long, so he quickly diverts his eyes back to his food, not hearing the soft thud of footsteps until someone tapped on his shoulder. He turned back only to gaze into the eyes of the very person who changed his day from shitty to glorious. The angel opened his mouth to speak and that’s it Namjoon was floating. The sound of the angel's voice surrounded him like a cosy, soft, warm blanket, and he never wanted to feel anything or hear anything else.
The angel was waving his arms, trying to get his attention, and Namjoon shook off the haze around his mind when he heard bells. Bells were everywhere when Jungkook’s voice was heard in his mind, “Hyung, you will hear bells when you meet the one! I heard it when I met Seokjin Hyung! I don't care if you don't believe me now, but you certainly will later.” It then hit him that the bells were the sound of the angel’s laughter. He could listen to that every day, and he would die a happy man.
“I was asking you whether you would mind if I sat here with you… I don't like eating alone” came a gentle voice floating into Namjoon's ears. “Sure!” He replied quickly, moving his tray to make space for his angel. “My name is Park Jimin!”
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Now, he lay in bed, with his arms wrapped around his lover’s torso, their legs all tangled up, listening to his soft breaths, watching the rise and fall of his chest, reminiscing. He slowly extracted himself from his lover, stepping into the bathroom to run a bath for the both of them because dried cum is a bitch to clean up. He comes back into the bedroom, lifts his lover, who was lying half-awake on the bed, and lowers them both into the warm water. Grabbing the loofah, Namjoon gently starts scrubbing the other boy’s skin when he hears a low ‘ahh this feels good babe.’
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Jimin, if asked, would rank his most favourite memories of his 25 years like this :
- His 20th birthday
- The day he realised he was utterly, hopelessly, heads-over-heels in love with Namjoon.
It had been almost eight months since they started going out, six months since Namjoon asked him to move in with him. They’ve been going strong for the last few months. This particular day was no special occasion. Jimin had just gotten home from work, where he worked as a dance teacher for kids. The minute he opened the door, the smell of plants, the sound of a dog barking, the feeling of safety, the security only your home can provide washed over him. His favourite part of the day was coming home to his boyfriend and Monie, the dog they adopted together.
Just as he walked into their living room, something furry barreled into his legs, and Jimin immediately knelt, welcoming their baby into his arms, peppering its face with kisses. After they finished smothering each other in their love, he got up and called "Hyung! Are you home?" When he received no reply other than Monie trying to nuzzle his nose into Jimin's leg, he knew his boyfriend was still working. So he went to take a shower, and by the time he was done and came into the living room, his boyfriend had reached their little lair. Jimin immediately jumped into his huge boyfriend's arms, snuggling into his neck while mumbling a hello. He feels the rumbling of the chest he’s held against as his lover coos into his ear, “Hello to you angel, I missed you.”
That was one thing Jimin knew that Namjoon knew that he liked. He mumbles back an ‘i missed you’ while refusing to be put down. After cuddling for a few more minutes, he extracted himself from his lover’s arms and kissed him as a welcome.
“I’ll get changed, and then we can think about dinner,” said Namjoon. “There's a recipe I want to try.” “Hyung, both of us can't cook'', Jimin said while giggling. Yet he found his Hyung in the kitchen trying to make cajun potatoes but failing miserably. There was a warm feeling spreading in his chest as he watched Namjoon trying to peel the boiled potatoes, a warm feeling that made him all fuzzy. He decided to humour his boyfriend for one night and left Namjoon in the kitchen all alone and started watching tv. Big Mistake. 20 minutes later, there was a pungent smell spreading throughout the house, which prompted Monie, who was lying at Jimin’s feet to cock his head to the side and sniff the air.
“Babe,” came a sheepish voice, “How about we order some food from that Chinese restaurant that you like?” Jimin couldn’t help but throw his head as he laughed heartily. The reason behind his laughter was standing in the doorway of the kitchen with his face and neck all red with embarrassment and with a small smile at Jimin's happiness. After his laughter subsided, he leapt up and pecked his boyfriend on the cheek, eyes still shining with mirth, pulling his boyfriend and grabbing their coats so that they could get dinner.
After finishing up dinner, they had been taking a stroll in the cold weather, when Jimin realised that he felt the opposite. He felt as if he had been wrapped in a hundred warm woollen blankets when he realised what he was feeling. The warm feeling had come back in full force, spreading from his stomach throughout his body. Jimin was in love. He was in love with the the-absolute-hunk-of-a-boyfriend named Kim Namjoon. But who wouldn’t? Who wouldn’t fall in love with a giant dork who loved going to museums and who loved to cuddle while reading a book, whose voice was deeper than the ocean, whose voice was more calming than the sound of waves. God, Jimin realised, he wasn’t just a man in love; he was utterly whipped, with a capital w, for his boyfriend.
“I love you” Jimin blurted out and blushed immediately. Namjoon chuckled, “I love you too angel, but what prompted the sudden confession?” “Nothing, I felt that you should know that I'm in love with you, and that’s the one thing I'm sure won't change,” Jimin replied, wrapping his arms tighter around the other’s bicep and kissing it. “Well, I’m also sure that you’re my constant Jiminie”
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“We’ve been learning new words in Greek class angel,” came a voice, breaking Jimin out of his reverie, as he lay in bed after their bath. “And I felt that one of them was Jimin personified,” Namjoon continued. “Oh, really Hyung, what word was it?” Jimin questioned Namjoon, suddenly curious. “καλόν, beauty that is more than skin deep.”
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