#;atmn

( ; namjoon wishes he could say he didn’t sign up for this— except, he did, and he’s sorely regretting it. sorely being the key word.

the first thing he notes of his location after being rather unceremoniously tossed here (that's the best word he can think of to describe it; and it's certainly nothing he's ever experienced before, either) is how strong the wind is, blowing against him at an obscene rate, making his eyes water from the harsh, unforgiving gusts. after a long moment of taking in the scenery, he raises his hand up to block his eyes from incoming particles flying into his face-- and exhales, sharply. he can only assume this is the 'once in a lifetime' event he'd signed up for-- and, god, regret. that's all he can express, regret.

but at least he's thankful for the warm clothes he was caught in the moment he landed here-- and even if he wasn't more warmly dressed than some might, he radiates enough heat to survive much better than most, so he's well equipped for the cold.

still doesn't suck, though.

he eventually starts to move, casting his eyes around warily, still trying to take in the situation, and he wanders-- feet crunching against apples, always too late in realizing he's stepping on food. oops.

it's when he's finally managed to find an apple before smooshing it into the ground with his (clumsy, clumsy) feet, that he comes face to face with the first person he's seen when he landed here-- and the apple goes forgotten as he raises his eyebrows, standing from where he'd been bent over the fruit to address them, thankful for company. ) --so, you signed that waiver thing too, then? ...because that's what this is, right? ( ; if it wasn't, well...