#nxmon

we should go bird watching, if that’s even a thing.

DUDE, ARE YOU KIDDING. I HAVE A THICK AND EXPENSIVE BIRD BOOK AND SOME BINOCULARS AND WE CAN MAKE A PICNIC OUT OF IT.

YOU AND ME, MAN. YOU AND ME AND A BEAUTIFUL NEW DAY. Once I leave New York and all, I mean.

I’ll try to live, yes. Won’t promise I will though.

❤️:I’d date you☁:I think you’re cute☻:I like your smile

Oh my gosh, you’re going to kill me here.

✿ - 1: aggressive kiss

‘I don’t get it, what did I do?!’ 

Sungyeol’s voice echoed in the empty corridor of the broadcasting station, but Namjoon was intent on ignoring him and his steps got further and further away. It didn’t take long for the actor to catch up to him but he had no idea what he had done wrong. Namjoon was hot and cold, close and far away; Sungyeol just didn’t get it. The other guy just seemed to ignore him one moment and just hug him close, as close as possible, the next minute. Sungyeol’s hand grabbed the rapper’s wrist, his face scrunched up in a deep frown. 

‘What happened?

Tell me.’

The silence was Sungyeol’s answer, one he wasn’t satisfied with. He pulled the other a bit closer, stepping to stand in front of him but the silence didn’t change, no words came from Namjoon’s lips. The actor let out a sigh, he knew he couldn’t hold the other up for any longer; he had a stage to stand on. However, the actor didn’t want to let him go because whenever this topic came up, the other seemed to close up. Sungyeol had a lot to say but the other kept silent, which just made the actor angrier. He didn’t know what his mistake was and he wanted to learn. He wanted to fix everything. Just as Sungyeol opened his mouth to speak, someone else’s footsteps echoed in the corridor. The actor froze up, not really thinking before acting and pulling the other into the first room he saw. The room was dusty and probably not used very often- that could explain why it was full of unused things. The darkness of the room bothered Sungyeol but he just waited for the person outside of the room to leave. He didn’t realize that he was still holding Namjoon’s arm, his focus concentrated on the sounds coming from the corridor. It was at that moment that Namjoon freed his arm to pull the actor in, their lips barely met in the darkness and the actor let out a surprised gasp. The ‘kiss’ was everything except a kiss, it was bruising, it was harsh and painful. It didn’t take more than ten seconds for Namjoon to pull away and exit the room, leaving Sungyeol dumbfounded until he remembered what they were talking about.

‘Wait, 

sprinkles of rain dispersed everywhere and anywhere it could reach. namjoon’s leather jacket was especially coated with little raindrops, but he didn’t mind the rain; he never really did. the rain made everything better, and even more pleasant now that he had the company of a golden boy by his side.

he wasn’t sure where they were headed exactly, only that he remembered saying earlier how it was going to rain, how he would savor every drop until the next downpour. fortunately, jeongguk seemed to jump at the mentioning and decided to accompany namjoon for the walk.

now that it’d been another hour or so and they were finally making their way somewhere - a park, perhaps. the rain was beautiful, and he was more than fascinated each time mother nature gifted them such a wonderful thing. it set the mood, and he was wondering … ‘those movies, the romantic ones ..’ his mind was wandering while he subconsciously moved his hand to jeongguk’s own, lacing both pair’s fingers together.

was he an idiot? he must have been, because this is something that only occurred in mind, not physically. soon enough, he had his freehand twirl a golden figure directly into his arms. only then, he had realized how unbelievably attractive jeongguk looked with wet, jet black hair, dark brown eyes. those eyes that he once swore him to questioning sexuality, the ones that he would always secretly fall in love with.

“fuck ..” were the words muttered before he lowered his head just enough to press moist, plump lips right against jungkook’s with absolutely no regret.

Jungkook could feel himself shiver midway through their walk. As he pulled his hands out of his pockets, he suddenly noted how breezy it was, especially with the rain; wet and cold did not mix well, perhaps he should’ve listened earlier when hearing Jin call out for him to take an umbrella or at least a thicker jacket on their way out the door. Though despite the cold or how wet it all was, he had to admit that the rain was oddly beautiful. Jungkook was never one to be very poetic, but at the moment it felt like it was something to be admired.

His mind wandered off to when they would go back to the dorm--they’d certainly need to pick something up for the others. Perhaps ice cream? Or maybe that was just his own cravings speaking, but even so he knew he’d get it, who was Namjoon to deny his ‘aegyo’ face? He could feel a smile gracing his lips at the thought of their leader having to admit defeat and buying him it if Jungkook pulled a cute face like he did to all the other members.

When he’d felt the presence of another hand in his own, however, Jungkook’s eye brows went up. Before he could really react, another hand had turned him around, causing him to stumble a bit as he was now practically pressed against Namjoon’s chest, in the elder’s arms like some sort of western movie. Staring up at him with a confused expression, the younger licked his lips, hesitant to take a step back because Namjoon had been watching him so intently. “Hyung?” He started, though before he could get anything else he was cut off--by a pair of soft lips.