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theblueintheday2015-09-27 11:55 pm
bluedreaming) wrote in theblueintheday2015-09-27 11:55 pm
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[team sonic] even when you yawn
First words from Mirror Smile.
Title from ikon's 취향저격.
"Your blush is cute," Seokjin says, poking Namjoon's cheek as he stands, adjusting his bowtie in the mirror.
"You only like it because it's pink," Namjoon laughs at his reflection, casting a dapper image before he pulls a face and turns back into his everyday self.
"I'm not the pink princess for nothing," Seokjin retorts, leaning forward to press a the barest brush of a kiss to the tip of Namjoon nose. His flush reallly is pink this time, and Seokjin smiles in satisfaction at a job well done.
"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Namjoon asks for the tenth time that day, and it's only nine a.m.
"I'm sure," Seokjin says, "besides, you'll have fun by yourself." He passes Namjoon his bag and helps him into his long wool coat, wrapping a hand-knitted scarf warmly around his neck. Namjoon frowns.
"Why does your deadline have to be on the company party," he sighs, but Seokjin always takes everything in stride.
"So you have to actually say hello to people," he replies, pushing Namjoon gently out the door which clicks closed behind him.
He's just putting the finishing touches on his article, cake already in the oven when the phone rings in its cradle.
"Seokjin?" It's Namjoon, and Seokjin snaps to attention before he realizes that Namjoon sounds fine.
"What's up?" he asks, humming into the receiver as he hits post on his artlcle and checks the oven timer.
"Nothing reallly," Namjon is quiet for a moment, and Seokjin braces himself for a flood of good natured complaining, but instead Namjoon surprises him. "Did you finish you article?" he aks, and Seokjin humms yes.
"Want to go out for supper?" Namjoon sounds a little tenative, like even now he can't tell Seokjin things like this, he can't quite believe—
"Of course!" Seokjin says, not even bothering to disguise the smile in his voice, and Namjoon echoes his voice, the sound of contentlement in the happy sigh.
"I'll be home soon," he tells Seokjin, and hangs up, just for now.
Title from ikon's 취향저격.
"Your blush is cute," Seokjin says, poking Namjoon's cheek as he stands, adjusting his bowtie in the mirror.
"You only like it because it's pink," Namjoon laughs at his reflection, casting a dapper image before he pulls a face and turns back into his everyday self.
"I'm not the pink princess for nothing," Seokjin retorts, leaning forward to press a the barest brush of a kiss to the tip of Namjoon nose. His flush reallly is pink this time, and Seokjin smiles in satisfaction at a job well done.
"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Namjoon asks for the tenth time that day, and it's only nine a.m.
"I'm sure," Seokjin says, "besides, you'll have fun by yourself." He passes Namjoon his bag and helps him into his long wool coat, wrapping a hand-knitted scarf warmly around his neck. Namjoon frowns.
"Why does your deadline have to be on the company party," he sighs, but Seokjin always takes everything in stride.
"So you have to actually say hello to people," he replies, pushing Namjoon gently out the door which clicks closed behind him.
He's just putting the finishing touches on his article, cake already in the oven when the phone rings in its cradle.
"Seokjin?" It's Namjoon, and Seokjin snaps to attention before he realizes that Namjoon sounds fine.
"What's up?" he asks, humming into the receiver as he hits post on his artlcle and checks the oven timer.
"Nothing reallly," Namjon is quiet for a moment, and Seokjin braces himself for a flood of good natured complaining, but instead Namjoon surprises him. "Did you finish you article?" he aks, and Seokjin humms yes.
"Want to go out for supper?" Namjoon sounds a little tenative, like even now he can't tell Seokjin things like this, he can't quite believe—
"Of course!" Seokjin says, not even bothering to disguise the smile in his voice, and Namjoon echoes his voice, the sound of contentlement in the happy sigh.
"I'll be home soon," he tells Seokjin, and hangs up, just for now.
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