Unknown #05666 (BTS fanfic) chapter 3
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“Trust me!” Namjoon stretches his hand out to Yoongi, rain dampened hair sticking to his skin as thunder flashes across the sky revealing the endless chasm before them. The tropical forest temperature has dropped to frigid degrees. The sudden drop produced a light mist and fog overlapping his surroundings.
The humid air licks at his skin, contrasting the burning blades in both his hands, rain making it difficult to keep a tight grip.
“You’re crazy Kim Namjoon!,” Yoongi screams as the torrential downpour pummels the surrounding terrain. Their black cloaks deflect the hazardous rain into the enveloping forest on 3 sides. Bright white, orange, and purple lines reinforce the black material’s surface and run across the cloak, similar to a computer board circuit to combat the rain.
The trees bear slash marks from the high speed rain and the dirt packed ground is transitioning into slushy mud riddled with holes. The neverending dark sky right above them contrasts against the rest of the arena, heavy with dense and dark clouds that release an onslaught of deadly rain.
After the endless chase, both their exhausted hearts heavily thump in their chests and reverberate to their hands.
Jin, Hoseok, Jungkook, and Jimin are out.
Taehyung separated from them a while back to take 2 of the remaining five members of Exo. They had agreed that Taehyung could handle himself. (His health count had been a steady 60 while Yoongi’s 25 and Namjoon a 50.)
As an A-rank vampire, Taehyung is quick, faster than most of the people competing, allowing him to act as a silent assassin. He only needs to evade them long enough that Namjoon could clinch their victory.
Suho, Kai, and Chen were right on their tail. Two against three wasn’t too bad, but all 3 of their health counts were a 60. Not good. Suho and Chen had used their powers together to intensify the downpour to its current intensity while Kai had teleported them ahead so that each time Namjoon and Yoongi had just barely evaded them, the 3 would be nipping at their heels.
As a paladin, Yoongi was nimble. He summoned swords and re-equipped his armor at mind blowing speeds which was why he had been able to survive until now.
Earlier on Yoongi had went against Chanyeol resulting in a vicious bite to the leg that refused to completely heal. Namjoon had aided in its recovery so that the paladin wouldn’t feel much pain, but nothing more could really be done.
The nephilim bore a deadly cut on his left arm from a ricin laced sword. A dirty play, but a good play nonetheless. He’ll give them that. Although his body had naturally healed the wound, he would need to get a remedy to rid of the deadly poison that was coursing through his body and knocking his health count down steadily. It left a dull burning sensation throughout his limbs. Not the worst he had ever experienced, but still painful as fuck.
“Okay Okay. This is literal madness you know,” Yoongi states, while a spell circle emerges from beneath his foot. Swirls of yellow and black energy gust around him. The paladin concentrates on conjuring the best swords he has in his artillery as they appeared, surrounding him and directed towards the chasm behind them. The rain ricochets off the swords, a cacophony of high pitched clicks forming. There are around 30. Bingo.
“Who’s the strategist in this team?… That’s right. Me.” Namjoon smirks, cracking his neck. After getting rid of the 3, they win.
Yoongi looks over to the omega, totally in his environment, eyes completely focused and in control. Not once had purple-haired lost control of the situation, constantly shifting their victory plan as each obstacle arose. Not only had he immediately assessed and taken control of the situation once Jungkook, Jin, and Jimin were eliminated (all their experts direct midrange and close range combat) but the omega had made Hoseok’s out count.
Namjoon had led the warlock to his demise while eliminating Baekhyun, D.O, and Chanyeol. Hoseok had been the decoy, shield, and cover. The only way to victory had been taking the powerhouses out first which could’ve only been accomplished by diving head first into battle and leaving the omega completely open; therefore, taking the enemy by surprise. Exo had not been expecting the omega to be so adept with swords, a close range weapon. Omega submissives rarely touched weapons and if they did a bow and arrow was usually the first choice.
With Jimin’s twin blades, Namjoon had moved faster than supernaturally possible, charging at his targets, practically breaking the sound barrier, piercing their armor, and mortally wounding them so that their health count hit zero instantaneously.
The two blades had set ablaze, zinging with the constant flow of energy he surged into them. Namjoon had been Michael, passing judgement on sinners.
Both the contestants and spectators had been slack-jawed in awe yet frozen in fear. Who was this menacing omega that would make such a bold move instead of letting the team protect them? To put themselves at battle’s forefront as it’s sword and shield.
If Yoongi is eliminated they lose. The three EXO members would surge upon Yoongi as soon as they set eyes on him, so Namjoon had been forced to conjure a new plan.
10 minutes left.
The pounding footsteps crunch twigs and produce a sopping noise due to the mud. They’re
“Now!” Namjoon yells as lightning streaking across the sky with an ear shattering boom.
Yoongi throws all the swords down into the chasm.
They turn around to face the incoming enemies.
Six.
Suho and Chen’s hands glow, their spell continuing to cause havoc. There was a reason he elemental mages.
“Just give up now.” Suho shouts. His water manipulation powers, kept him completely dry. The water parts as soon as it’s within an inch of him. The leader always offers his enemies a peaceful surrender. Whether it’s an egotistical move to boost his status and self esteem or truly a merciful option, no one really knows.
Four.
“I’ll give props to your omega though.”
Three.
The members directs their gaze on the omega now.
His hood still obscures his face.
“The door is always open for you. If you ever feel that they aren’t treating you right. Exo will always accept you.”
One.
Namjoon tilts his head, “No thank you.” He was sure they could see his orchid eyes glowing.
Zero.
He swipes his hand down, leaving a blazing white energy trail in the air which forces Yoongi down on the ground. The shorter man is completely against the mud, armor and face splattered with the brown substance. He would apologize later.
There is a high whistling sound as the multitude of swords soars up from the chasm. Thank you magnetic fields and reversed gravity.
Namjoon concentrates his focus on the swords, singling out eight of them, and willing energy to envelop them. They emit an opaque glow as white runes start to engrave itself onto the metal.
Suho, Chen, and Kai stand with their backs to each other as a spell circle appears beneath them, an energy wall acting as a shield from the incoming volley. The wall extends five feet outward and forms a circle around them. Their hands glow intensely from the amount of magic they’re using.
They had seen the swords and fear immediately consumed their minds. Flashbacks of earlier had made them all unanimously agree to resort to this plan if the omega attempted to attack them with the blades again.
Most of the swords would only pierce the shield a bit before reflecting back out. The three had triumphant countenances.
How foolish they are.
Namjoon rushes towards them but stops an appropriate distance away.
The members look to each other in confusion, but strengthen the shield, wary of the wild omega.
Namjoon sticks his mate’s blazing swords onto the ground. The other eight swords that he had picked out plowed into the ground at intervals, forming a decagon around the trio.
As soon as the last sword split the Earth Namjoon grins , raising his hands, and traces a decagram, leaving sparks of energy alight. All ten swords hum.
Before the three could react, runes engrave themselves into the Earth, between the swords, glowing a fervent orange as pure white energy surges from the ground in bolts and strikes the swords. White lines flow from the swords and race to the center all converging and immediately shattering the shield only then to disperse, forming an ancient symbol.
The three realize what was happening at this point, but it was too late. They were trapped in the judgement circle. They ran to the perimeter only to be stopped by an invisible force. There was no escape. They had been defeated. By an omega. By a purple eyed being. By an angel.
Only angelic beings could utilize judgement’s circle. It’s a foolproof prison that guarantees victory. Less than ten people could initialize the spell in the university. Only five could carry it through. The spell demands an immense amount of energy and control to reach the final stage.
It forces the caster to act as a conductor and harnesser. They have to harness energy from the environment itself and use it to power the spell.
It was complete annihilation in the purest way.
The swords transform into pillars of light as arrows and bolts of glory (the highest level energy could reach) raced around in the circle. The trios’s health count exponentially decreased. In ten seconds it reached Zero.
Checkmate.
Namjoon snaps his hands forward and swipes to the right. The energy mimes his hand motions, ascending then disintegrating.
A cannon sounds - the match is over.
The three EXO members lie still on the ground. As they should be; however Namjoon isn’t an egotistical victor. Everyone who is has their ultimate downfall sooner rather than later. He reaches into his pant’s back pockets and retrieves the talisman. The character for healing sears itself into the paper. He stands in front of them, setting the paper on fire, and releasing it over the trio. That should do it. The ashes disappear once it makes contact, restoring their energy core and reversing the damage.
Yoongi’s swords have returned to their rightful place, somewhere in his arsenal until he calls them forth again.
Namjoon wrenches Jimin’s swords from the Earth as they still hum, overheated from the overload. He masks the overwhelming despair from touching the swords with a smile before Yoongi can see.
Yoongi is standing there stock still, analyzing. That had not been the plan. At all. The swords were supposed to have been a distraction for Namjoon to exterminate them from behind. A regular being would probably collapse from even expending half the amount of energy Namjoon had exhausted. This confirms his belief - He is in a whole different league from them.
He makes eye contact with Namjoon.
“I don’t lose,” the omega states, “told you the plan would work.” The purple haired smiles, hugging Yoongi.
He rests his head against Namjoon’s shoulder, gazing at Jimin’s clan mark on the sub’s neck. He hopes Jimin can handle him. A screen appears after they separate , inquiring if they want to return to home base. They each press the holographic checkmark button.
There’s a warp and darkness. A sense of disorientation, then stumbling as their feet meet wooden flooring. They’re back at home base. The rest of the crew lay on the couches and huddled on the chairs still facing the large screen that had displayed the match.
Jungkook, Taehyung, and Jin cuddle together despite the fact that Taehyung has leaking gashes on his arm and dried blood all over his face. Jin and Jungkook had probably smothered Taehyung the moment he teleported back. Jimin lays on the catch, subdued and probably still in pain from when the Baekhyun’s light blade had pierced his abdomen. Hoseok seems fine, leaning against the wall and opening his arms for Yoongi who sprints into his arms.
Namjoon removes his cloak, throwing it back into his duffle bag. He violently slams the swords onto the table, whirling around, and stomping his way over to Jin-despair morphing to wrath.
His mind can’t seem to settle on one emotion. Elation that they won, Relief that they had not suffered life threatening wounds, or despair that he had been forced to pick up swords once again although he vowed to not use them in combat ever again. The scars and wounds were still too fresh. They had never stopped bleeding. They had never scarred over.
Namjoon’s voice booms, veins bulging, as tears silently traveled down his dirt smeared face. “You… You!” He jab’s at the leader’s chest, “Do not ever,” He lets out a sob at that, “ever doubt my calls again. That is my role in this team. I have been calling the shots far longer than you have fledgling.”
He reigns in his emotions, voice ice cold, “And Do not ever push me into a such a corner that I have to use swords ever again or I will break out of this contract, obligation fulfilled or not.”
Namjoon takes several deep breaths, frustratedly running his hands through his hair. There’s still a dead silence in the room as he gestures for Taehyung to sit in the chair next to him. The submissive alpha does. Namjoon’s voice breaks the stillness, acknowledging the vampire, “Good job holding out. I know it wasn’t easy.” He takes the younger’s shirt off, assessing the damage - It’s not too bad, considering what he had been going against. The sword of light did burn his skin however he must be in tremendous amounts of pain.
A wave of warmth emerges in Taehyung’s chest from the omega’s praise despite his initial thoughts. Even if the omega needed a good rest and serious tending to, the elder had decided to take care of him first.
Namjoon’s hands glow as he places them over Taehyung’s gashes. The light seeps into the wound, healing the skin and removing the poison.
Namjoon grabs a dampened towel and throws it at Jungkook, “Go clean up your mate, I gotta tend to another member.” It lands on the younger’s lap with a dull thump as he scrambles from Jin’s side over to Taehyung, only in a large t-shirt and shorts due to his leg wounds from earlier.
The omega turns away and heads over his bag to pull out another slip of paper. “Yoongi… hyung. You’re up. Sit your ass down on the seat…Please.”
Namjoon had appreciated the older following his crazy plan. Yoongi sits on the other chair with a wooden stool in front of him to elevate his leg. An evident wince and groan. Hoseok gives Yoongi a kiss and holds his hand.
“Don’t be such a crybaby.” Hoseok teases while cradling the elder’s face with his palm.
Yoongi crosses his hands and pouts, replying sarcastically, “You try getting bit right in the thigh by gigantic wolf fangs and then having to run across the arena when it is literally raining like humanity has betrayed freakin poseidon himself. I thought the raindrops were going to decapitate me.” Yoongi tries to convey just how fast the rain was going by slaps hoseok right in the face.
“Hyung….you just got backhanded. Oh my god.” Jungkook laughs breaking the tension and leaning against Taehyung’s shoulder for support as tears soak the man’s gucci shirt he changed into.
“Ok. I deserved that. Although I should be mad, I’ll forgive you since I’m so proud. We won!!!” Hoseok wraps his arms around Yoongi’s neck.
Namjoon concentrates on the paper as the character for healing sears itself onto it.
“Please rip his pants off, Hobi hyung,” Namjoon requests while struggling to open the container filled with the poultice he will need. After he gets it open, he sits on the ground next to the stool, applying the ointment onto his hand where the poison laced wound been. That had burned forever. Ricin is nasty.
“EXCUSE ME!” Both Yoongi and Hoseok’s voices sound extremely scandalized as they stare wide eyed at Namjoon as well as the rest of the room.
It’s only then that Namjoon realizes what he said, blushing profusely, “Oh my god. Jesus. Ok not Jesus. Not Jesus right now. God. Not God either oh my god. I meant rip his pants where the bite is so I can apply the poultice. I didn’t mean strip him.”
“Oh.” Yoongi calmly nods gesturing to a flabbergasted Hoseok, “Be gentle or this will be the last time you’re touching me this week babe.”
Said male nervously licks his lips, “Got it. Don’t screw this up. Okay.”
He really did not need this after sacrificing himself and being pummeled and pierced by 3 different people. His warlock magic had healed most of the wounds.
His hands shake as he grabs the edges of the frayed jeans where the teeth ripped through the material and tears it open.
Namjoon is about to rub some of the poultice onto Yoongi’s leg but stops, instead grabbing Hobi’s hand and swiping some it onto there. “Tend to your husband will you. I have another patient yeah? Oh and be careful, it stings… a lot.”
He had seen how Hoseok gazed at Yoongi even though they were unmated, the endless compassion flooring him and reminding him of the past. He misses him. He really does.
Hoseok looks completely betrayed, pouting at Namjoon, “…but but but… Little one why would you do this to me?…” His face shifts to a saccharine smile as if he had not just used one of Namjoon’s greatest weaknesses against him. A Yoongi in pain meant an irritable Yoongi and even though they were in a steady relationship, he was still wary.
There’s real deep panic in Namjoon’s eyes for a moment. He can’t fall into that headspace right now. He has a duty. Even if he really really really wants to just give in and please Hobi and have someone take care of him and tell him he’s been a good boy because he’s really really really tired right now. It’s just been a long while since he really let himself act little.
All the BTS members can see Namjoon’s eyes slightly unfocused with his body relaxing and limbs falling pliant until there’s a sudden shift. His eyes glow a bright purple as he tenses back up and walks over to Jimin.
Interesting.
Namjoon kneels in front his mate on the cold floor. “L-l-lift your shirt please.” He stutters while blushing. There’s a slight adrenaline surge from how his body is close to shutting down from the battle’s toll, but he has to tend to his mate. Jimin’s body must be in such pain right now. Getting wounded by a sword of light hurts like hell. He can relate.
“What?” Jimin stares at him confused, not knowing how to feel. Is he on Joonie’s good or bad side. One moment he thinks they’re the perfect pair, but then Namjoon distances himself until something like this happens.
He can’t help but soak his mate in which causes Namjoon to become impatient, lifting the shirt up to apply the ointment. His mate then presses the paper onto his wound which raises eyebrows both from everyone except Yoongi.
The paper starts burning, but it doesn’t hurt, rather providing an intense cooling sensation that cancels out the pain that had been there before. As the talisman burns, it leaves a golden dust behind that dissolves into the poultice that disappears taking with it the cluster of mottled bruise that had been there.
“There.” Namjoon smiles, patting his mate’s stomach before pressing his lips against the other’s. The lingering doubt and confusion is pushed to the back of his mind as he enjoys Jimin’s warm breath and plump lips, drinking him in. He deserved this damn it. To hell with emotions.
Jimin’s small fingers graze Namjoon’s jaw and tangle in the omega’s hair, tugging, which ellicts a moan from the older. He takes anything he can get, not knowing when Namjoon would initiate it again, so they kiss and kiss and kiss before Namjoon becomes incredibly dizzy and breaks away.
Everything is blurring around the edges and his throat is incredibly parched. He had expended energy too fast during the battle and pushed his body to the limit. He really really needs some blood right now, but Jimin is in no condition for him to drink from even though he craves the mocha so much.
Where is Jackson? He should be here by now.
Jimin tries to drag his mate back, but someone knocks on the door before he can make contact. Before anyone can see who it is, Namjoon disentangles himself from Jimin and tackles the person once the door opens.
“Did you really miss me that much already Joonie?” Jackson laughs while catching Namjoon. They both sit on the floor with Jackson facing the BTS members who don’t know how the hell this mediocre alpha just got in when most alphas above his rank couldn’t. Jackson tilts his head to the side, already knowing what Namjoon needs. He has known since the match ended, feeling it through their bond. The visceral desire for blood.
Head pounding, Namjoon’s fangs descend. He wraps his arms around his servant’s neck and lowers his head. Just like the thousands of times he’s done this his fangs break through the alpha’s skin, allowing the substance to flow down his throat and in turn - renewing his strength.
Once the thirst is sated, Namjoon retracts his fangs and leans his forehead against the younger’s shoulder. The wound heals in a millisecond, accustomed over the years to the process.
All the events catch up to him. Namjoon needs to concentrate on himself now. He knows this and so does his servant.
Wanna sleep. Get Bag. Bed. Key - mate. 3 Hours.
Namjoon communicates through the bond, instructing Jackson.
The alpha stands up, hugging Namjoon to his chest, but before he can retrieve the nephilim’s bag, the pack’s maknae blocks his way.
“What are you doing with Joonie-hyung? And why in the world did he just feed from you when Jimin is literally right here? ” The younger’s voice gradually escalates as distinct signs of anger show on his face and voice. He points to a devastated Jimin who has tears in his amber eyes with muffled sobs through his hands.
Did Namjoon only give into the moment and only mate with Jimin because of the bond. Were Jackson and Namjoon together??
“You need to move please. Namjoon is ready to collapse and needs rest,” Jackson doesn’t wait and his form along with Namjoon blurs, vanishing, before reappearing in front of the omega’s duffle bag. He digs into his coat pocket, feeling around and grabs the keys in his pocket. The cold metal ring has a single golden key along with an address tag.
“Heads up,” Jackson tosses it to Jimin. He then shoulders the bag, while tightening his hold on the weary submissive, “Come by in 3 hours. Joon has to rest. He’ll explain then.”
He looks to the rest of the BTS members, locating the one he had seen through the bond, the warlock, “The rest of you are welcome to come, but the door only opens for you and,” He points to Jimin, “…Him.”
Remind the maknae….reschedule tomorrow too tired.
“Oh and he says,” He pin points the maknae who really should stop trying to look fierce because it’s like seeing an angry bunny try to seem fierce. He can see why Namjoon’s submissive omega instincts surfaced and formed a steadily bond between them. (completely platonic), “that whatever you had planned is rescheduled to tomorrow.”
Namjoon tightens his hold on his servant, a signal to leave. He’s moments away from shutting down, his muscles and inner strength depleted. Too much energy expended in a short amount of time. His restricted capabilities unfamiliar to the exertion. Jackson’s sugar and honey scent owns drifts, comforting. Unlike anyone else, Namjoon bares his emotions to the male - Jackson’s unfaltering loyalty a main reason.
“I have to get going now, so 3 hours yeah?”
“Wait!,” Hoseok blurts, asking the questions everyone has been dying to ask, “What are you? How are you related to Namjoon? And why are you listed as B-rank?”
This was not the same Jackson that Jin had slammed into the wall. This was not a B-rank. Not if they were related to Namjoon in any way.
Their intimate relationship had given everyone a chill. It was something far surpassing a platonic bond and indescribable. The way that Namjoon had sensed him before the door even opening, rushing to the male and leaving his mate. The fact that he had drank from him so casually without a second thought, how Jackson knew exactly what to do and willingly submitting his neck. An unbonded alpha. Baring his neck. To an omega. Completely and Utterly unheard of.
Jackson rolls eyes, huffing out. “All questions will be answered when you arrive. Until then.”
There’s a slight change in the atmosphere, lights flickering. Then they’re gone. One second Jackson and Namjoon are there. The next they’re gone.
Jungkook breathes in, ready to ask a question, but Yoongi interrupts him, “Save it kid. No one knows what’s going on except they’re gone. We’ll ask later. For now let’s just go back to the apartment and clean up. Then head over to Namjoon’s. Agreed?”
He stands up, dusting off his clothing, surprise taking over his features. There’s absolutely no pain. His pants bear teeth marks but there’s not even a lingering soreness like there usually is. Often times, the wounds take at least a few days to heal. The applied poultice had healed his wounds completely. He eyes the container still on Jimin’s lap. Namjoon forgot it in his haste to feed.
“Hyung…. Should I be worried?” Jimin whispers, standing up to retrieve his stuff with the rest of them.
“ No. You should be fucking terrified.”
~~~~~
There’s a pull on the bond, in his stomach. Then nothing. They’re standing in his apartment now.
Namjoon groans, feebly hitting Jackson’s shoulder who just laughs, “I hate that. Why. You know how I absolutely despise shadow walking.”
“Yeah, but I never get to do it unless you’re there and I wasn’t going to lug you all the way back.” Jackson carries him to the main bedroom, pushing the slightly open door with his shoulder before depositing Namjoon on the comforter who curls up, burrowing into the warm material.
“Now change us out of these incredibly uncomfortable clothes.” He cuddles into the pillow, feeling the cool soft silk against his cheek. His hair rubs against the case, but he only sighs enjoying the rest.
“Yes, Master.” Jackson jokingly drawls while opening the wardrobe and pulling out long sleeve t-shirts and sweatpants for him and Namjoon.
Namjoon grabs a Ryan plushie, throwing it at Jackson. It thumps against the back of his head. “YAH! I freed you. You were the one who chose to stay.”
He starts stripping, removing his shirt and skin tight jeans before changing into the sweatpants and shirt. The sleeves reach past his palms. “Yeah and I don’t regret it. Never have.” Namjoon had been the best master. He hadn’t been the strongest of the bunch, but the omega had still picked him out of everyone else even as his companions suggested better options. He had fed, but never overindulged, taking only what he needed unlike some of the others who drank so much their servants lost consciousness. Namjoon had treated him with dignity.
Namjoon turns to lie on his back, throwing his arm over his eyes. “I know.”
He lifts his arms above his head as Jackson pulls the sullied shirt off to replace it with one of his favorite maroon long sleeves. There’s no embarrassment, this scenario happening more times than he can count.
Jackson drags his jeans off, throwing them in the the corner before pulling up the white sweatpants. He grabs some socks before putting them on for him too. “Can’t forget these now can we.”
He throws a tired glare at Jackson, “I thought we were past the point of making fun of each other’s sleeping habits Mr. I-can-only-sleep-on-the-right-side.”
“No, I don’t think so.” Jackson pushes Namjoon who rolls to the left side under the comforter, getting under too. He pulls over a pouting Namjoon who pretends to struggle before relenting.
Like most of the time Jackson acts as the big spoon, wrapping his hands around Namjoon who reciprocates the action while leaning into his chest. Their magic seeks the other out like two opposite poles.
Namjoon’s gentle energy provides a constant warmth and comfort similar to a crackling fireplace to Jackson. Jackson’s magic core basks in it, relishing the familiarity. He runs his hands through Namjoon’s lilac hair, hoping to calm him down enough so that he can fall asleep.
He recalls the match and how Namjoon had planned a sure way to victory before Jin had screwed it up, putting BTS in danger of losing. He had never lost faith though, knowing Namjoon would come up with something. The omega never loses.
When he had seen Namjoon picking up his mate’s twin blades that was a whole nother experience altogether. He had almost cried, remembering how his master had sworn to never use those weapons again; how Namjoon had wallowed in grief for days, lamenting after losing him.
“You did it on purpose didn’t you, wanting me to finally make contact with him.” Namjoon whispers, wiggling closer to the alpha male.
“Yeah. You deserved it.”
“I hate you.”
“That’s the biggest load of bull crap you’ve ever spewed.”
“I do….”
“You know I’m proud of you for today right?”
“Yeah. Now let me go to sleep. It’s 1 A.M.”
Jackson became silent at that, basking in his master’s warmth and scent. Even though he had been released from duty, he still considered him his best friend, confident, and master.
Jackson closes his eyes, the image of the scarlet clan symbol bringing a smile to his face, his last thoughts pertaining to Namjoon.
Namjoon deserves it. He really does.
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