Login with:

Facebook

Twitter

Tumblr

Google

Yahoo

Aol.

Mibba

Your info will not be visible on the site. After logging in for the first time you'll be able to choose your display name.

Different Arrangement |NamJin

Three

Everything seemed so fine. Peaceful. But it’s not. Namjoon feel the pressure getting extreme as the day pass on. He’s slowly feeling of being alone. Unable to talk to anyone with his situation. Afraid of being judged by this peculiar set up that he’s been forced to, even to Yoongi and Hoseok.

Another day at school, Namjoon walking in the hallway with his not-so-neat jeans and sweatshirt. He’s walking like a zombie, result of the sleeplessness he’s been suffering every night. He’s absolutely looking like shit right now and he doesn’t give a damn until now.

“Are you part of the movie Train to Busan?” the younger almost jumped, Train to Busan… Zombie. “Yeah maybe I’m one of the-“ he was stunned as he saw who he was talking to.


Seokjin.


Compared to him, Seokjin is way more decent looking with his plain white dress shirt and well-ironed black slacks. Namjoon literally dropped his jaw as he saw how stunning the man beside him.


How can he looked so good this early?


“Good morning Namjoon-ssi.” Seokjin said as he passed the frozen man. “What are you doing here? Hyung?” the zombie looking man wants to slap himself for using that word. Hyung. It is like he’s already assuming that they are already close to drop the formalities between them. And that is the exact opposite of what’s happening.


“Why? Am I not allowed to be here Namjoon-ssi?” 'Fuck, right he’s my senior'. Namjoon still have this kind of look when he doesn’t understand something that his father hates. 'Stop it Joon, you look stupid'. He remembered.

“Get inside Namjoon.” The younger is still staring at him. 'Why is he going to my class? Is he my classmate? But he’s my senior? What the hell?'

Namjoon doesn’t like the idea that they are classmate in his worst class. Their professor is such a monster. Giving such difficult paper works and deadly deadline. Lastly, he feels that his professor doesn’t like him personally. Looking at him like he’s gonna be her lunch. Making fun of him when caught sleeping on her class. Calling him out of nowhere. Namjoon knew it. Professor Lee hate him as much as he hate the monster.

The younger trails behind Seokjin who’s holding a stack of paper and some books. His looks can passed as a professor. He found a vacant chair in the farthest part of the room, away from Seokjin.

“Good morning everyone, unfortunately Professor Lee has to attend a convention in Singapore so she will not have the chance to meet with you. For the meantime, I’ll be aiding his class. My name is Jeon Seokjin.”

As Seokjin finished his introduction, everyone celebrates. Having a chance not to meet their terror Professor and being replaced by her prince like assistant, they are in heaven. Especially for the girls that is drooling for him.

As everyone in his class celebrate, Namjoon felt the exact opposite. He felt like the world betrayed him. He just knew last week that that man in front is his fiancé, and all he want to do is to avoid him in any possible way until he made his decision. And now as the destiny toyed him, he needs to be with this man almost every day for a couple of weeks. It’s weird but he wished that his most hated professor is here and not this beautiful man.

“I’m really glad Seokjin sunbae will be here for weeks. A lot of girls in different departments tried to ask him out. But he refused all of them. I heard he also received confession from guys too. And he’s also smart. Other sunbae said that Seokjin sunbae is Professor Lee’s favorite. She even ask sunbae to be her assistant. He’s perfect.”

“Really? Its okay. He looks like a prince so he’ll definitely have tons of admirer. I hope he’s not gay.”

Two girls in Namjoon’s side were talking about how perfect Seokjin is. Now he realized his senior’s question the last time they meet. 'You don’t know me do you?' Again. He remembered what happen weeks ago. The thing that he really want to forget the most.

“I know you’re having a hard time with Professor Lee’s subject so I decided that I will not discuss anything for today. Let’s just know each other for now.” Seokjin said as he sit in professor’s table in front. Everyone cheered. Some of the guys are not interested and some are checking Seokjin out. And the girls are 100% hypnotised by his charm. No one can resist his charm even Namjoon.

“Any question about me, or the subject or if you’re really interested about Professor Lee?” there’s a playfulness in his smile that can make everyone smile.

“Sunbae.” A girl in the lefts side raise her hand while smiling for Seokjin. “Yes miss?” ‘How’s being Monster Lee’s assistant? Is your life like Cinderella? Did she hurt you?” everyone in their class laugh with the silly question. But not Namjoon. He’s stiff. Like there’s something boiling inside his stomach and just want to leave.

“I don’t know if you’ll believe be, but Prof. Lee is really nice. She’s not like the monster you imagined. She even pays me for being her assistant. Don’t be so afraid of her. She’s intimidating but nice. But. She really hates students sleeping on her class.” Just like that. Everyone’s eye are on Namjoon. Finally he discover the real reason why Prof. Lee hates him. But what can he do. Their class starts at freaking 7 a.m.

He noticed that even Seokjin is looking at him. Wash of embarrassment from the statement so Namjoon just look outside the window, ignoring every eyes looking at him.

Another girl raised her hand to ask Seokjin. “Sunbae!” everyone was taken aback with the girl’s eagerness to ask question. “Do you have a girlfriend? Or relationship right now?” that question made Seokjin blushed.

Everyone in his class are going crazy for seeing their sunbae blushed. Even Namjoon. Namjoon’s heart were pounding against his chest, he feels like he needs to pee, as he see how dust of red were painting in Seokjin’s face and ears. It’s really strange for the young man to have this kind of reaction seeing someone blush.

“No. I’m not in a relationship right now.” everyone cheered. Especially girls. “Because I’m waiting for someone.” Namjoon froze as he heard his sunbae’s statement. Their eyes met and he clearly saw in Seokjin’s eyes that he’s talking about him.

As of him the descendant of Hakaishin (god of destruction in Dragon Ball the movie) he knocked two of his fingers in his right hand to the corner of his table. Everyone looked at him as he’s trying his best not to show that his finger hurt so much.

He tried his best but Seokjin saw his struggle. Concern in his eyes where shown as he looked at Namjoon’s fingers. Until he can’t take it anymore.

“Mister with the blond hair. Please go to the clinic. Let the nurse check you up.” it is really smart of Seokjin not to mention Namjoon’s name and pretend that they don’t know each other. “Thank you sunbae.” As by that Namjoon collect his belongings, using his other hand and head to the clinic.

He’s right. There’s a fracture in two of his fingers and needed to be cast. The nurse’s advice Namjoon not to put a lot of pressure on his finger. Now he have to figure out how he will write.




At lunch. Namjoon receive a text from the familiar unknown number.

From: unknown
Let’s meet. I’ll wait on the parking lot.

He knew, that was from Seokjin. The younger man’s stomach just flipped. Doesn’t know what to do. Honestly he wants to run away. But a part of him is agreeing with the invitation. After a long discussion against himself. He decided to agree with Seokjin’s invitation.

Namjoon were walking towards the parking area, suddenly a question came across his mind.

Is this a date?

He literally hit himself for thinking that. It is not a date it’s just lunch with him. Maybe a chance to know him, a factor for making his decision. Trying hard to brainwash his mind, he doesn’t notice that he’s already standing in the parking lot.

Now his heart starts beating. No it’s not beating. It’s pounding, dancing or doing a high jump inside his chest. He continued to walk across the parking lot and found the beautiful man, leaning against his car.

“Finally! You’re here. Come on. Lunch is on me.” Seokjin enters in his car as Namjoon is still standing in his place. Again, he has this stupid expression that his dad hates. A loud sound from the beautiful man’s car wake Namjoon on his dream.

He walked inside the car. Finally they were heading out Namjoon has no idea where. Everything about them screams awkward. Namjoon’s sit is stiff, he can’t even look to Seokjin. Seokjin is carefree and doesn’t give a damn. He’s simply humming a pop song the he heard earlier.

“Are you alright? How’s your hand?” the elder man ask. He startled Namjoon now opening and closing his mouth like a fish out the water.

“T-the nurse said it needs to be casted for two weeks.” The last word is almost a whisper. As Namjoon looked at his injured hand like it’s the most interesting thing in the world.

“Your mom was right. You’re clumsy and awkward.” Seokjin said while laughing at him.

“Why do you want to have lunch with me?” Namjoon ask. Not liking the topic concerning his parents. Seokjin just hums. “First, I want to eat, second I want you to eat a real food, third I want to talk to you.” He answered. Namjoon noticed that they’re not heading into the mall or any establishment. They turn to a simple apartment complex.

“Where are we going?” Namjoon ask, finally looking at Seokjin.
“My apartment. I’ll gonna cook for us.” After Namjoon met Seokjin, he developed a habit of looking stupid after hearing Seokjin will say. And for the nth time, he’s sitting inside Seokjin’s car again looking stupid.

'Why is he cooking? I’m going to his apartment?' Questions after questions were made inside the young man’s brain. His mind is running miles per second. Thinking about all the scenario that can happen while he’s in the older man’s apartment.

Finally. His mind got tired of thinking and follow Seokjin. The apartment complex is old and quite creepy. Namjoon didn’t expect that this is where Seokjin live. His the heir of a financially challenged company but he didn’t imagine this.

Another batch of question were sitting in Namjoon’s mind. Eagerly waiting to be spilled and have answers.

Seokjin stopped on the last door in the second floor. He assumed that this is their destination. As he open the door Namjoon realized that his apartment is the exact opposite of Seokjin’s. Namjoon apartment is huge, with expensive furniture and appliances, but its messy. No it’s not messy, no word can be put to describe how his apartment looks like. But Seokjin’s, the older man’s apartment is just small. Little bigger than Namjoon’s bedroom, but it is absolutely dust free. No clutter can be seen in any part of the house. Everything is neatly organized. It also give a warm feeling of home. The younger can’t believe to see how Seokjin live.

“Feel at home. I’ll just cook our lunch.” Seokjin head out to his room to change his clothes.

Namjoon looked around and saw some pictures of Seokjin and his family. They look so happy. Wearing casual clothes, having a picnic. Bright smile shining like the sun. He tried to remember if he have his own family portrait. He do! But they’re sited in a studio with fancy decorations. Wearing formal suites. Looking elegant and powerful. A real opposite of the portrait that he’s holding.

He felt sad. But he’s used to it. His parents were so obsessed of being powerful and forget that they have a son that needed love and compassion.

“They’re my family.” That startles Namjoon almost dropped the picture frame he’s holding. It was lucky that Seokjin have quick reflexes and catch the frame before it shatters.

“Don’t do that again Seokjin-ssi. You scared me.” Seokjin just laugh at him as he walked inside his kitchen. ‘What’s with Seokjin-shi. You already called me hyung Namjoon. Just Jin hyung.”

“H-hyung I have class after lunch. I need to go back now.” He followed Seokjin inside the kitchen. The kitchen is as neat as the rest of the house. Utensils can be seen. Confirmation that the kitchen is used often.

“I saw your schedule. Sir. Kwon is not around. You don’t have class today.” Namjoon doesn’t know if Seokjin is a stalker or just know everything about their department. “I’m not your stalker. I just have my connections.” Now he’s a mind reader!

The younger just watch him cook. He’s fascinated with people know how to cook. It’s the thing in his life that he will never succeed. Even his mom, she never stepped inside their enormous kitchen. They hired chefs to make their food. Monitored by nutritionist to make sure that they’re healthy.

“How do you learn how to cook?” Namjoon ask as he watch Seokjin sauté onion and garlic. “I love homemade meals. And my mom loves to cook. So I learn watching her.” Namjoon felt envy in his veins. He love homemade meals. He really likes to eat in Hoseok’s house, cause his mom love to cook for them and he envied that. When he watch how Hoseok’s mother cook, he imagined his mom, wearing apron and slicing the ingredients. And him, helping her mom. But that’s beyond impossible. He’s sure that his mom will never hold knife and cut raw ingredients. Scared to stain her Gucci dress from Paris.

“Honestly your family looks perfect and happy. I wish I have one.” He doesn’t know why he said that but it’s true. He always wished for his parents give him a good night kiss or play with him. But they don’t.

“We are happy but we’re not perfect. We hurt each other too. We face challenges like this. We argue, but we’re family. So we can’t be apart with each other.” The older said that like it is the most common statement ever. It came from his heart and really meant it.

“You can be part of our family if you want to.” Seokjin said as he look to the younger’s eyes. Full of sincerity and willingness to share his family with Namjoon.



“That would be great. Thanks hyung.”




By that. Namjoon has decided. He’ll marry his new hyung,







Jeon Seokjin.

Notes

I hope you're enjoying my story :)


Let's Fly




Kamsahmihda




-rouhui

Comments

@Achan19
thank you for the advice. i never noticed that. but thank you for pointing it out. :)

rouhui rouhui
12/14/17

maybe indent so its easier to read?

Achan19 Achan19
12/13/17