ᏦᏞᎪᏁᎬ (ᏟᎥᏆᎽ ᏒᎾᏞᎬᏢᏞᎪᎽ) discussion

((Once when I was here I thought I saw a kpop idol but it was really just a korean that vaguely looked like Taemin))

Namjoon walked in and smiled at Seokjin. "I love their sandwhiches here. And their soups. And their- oh sorry, I'm obsessing too much over this." He pulled off his hat and stuffed it in his pocket, then smoothed down his vibrant hair.

Alex walked past Namjoon and said "hello im alex" *puts hand out*

((umm... hi. This is a rp thread, so I would probably bring it to the chat...))

((I just said hello I just fergot to put the things on it il edit it right now.))

((okay, I'm not a mod, and I'm fine with it, but just for the future, ask before jumping into a rp.))

Namjoon bowed slightly and shook his hand. "Hello... I'm Namjoon." He smiled awkwardly, a bit surprised at the sudden encounter.

Alex said "oh...a.... I have to bow to greet you o...okay" *bows* "is that good" he said again

((Alex did you make a character? You HAVE to make one before you can rp. And it has to be approved.))

I thought I already did

((Well you must have thought wrong because there isn't a character in the work shop or in the character creation.))

((Tis wonderful))

He walked up to the register and ordered enough food to make about three people full to their stomachs, then motioned for Seokjin to go. "I'm sorry I'm such a fattie. I looove food."

He smiled and shook his head. "Don't deny it." Namjoon grinned cheerily at the person at the register and pulled out a wad of money from his wallet. "Keep the change." He walked over with Seokjin towards the area where you picked up your food, and leaned against the halfwall dividing the eating area.

((SUHOOOOOOOOOO))

He smiled. "It's fine, I wanted to pay. Don't feel bad." One of the workers brought out two trays, both of which covered with Namjoon's food. He carefully balanced them in both of his hands, then turned to Seokjin. "I'll go get us a table."

((*winces* I'm sorry))

Namjoon saw Seokjin coming and waved slightly. Once he had sat down he immediately dug into his meal. He gulped down half a sandwich and blushed. "I'm sorry... my manners aren't the best."

((I shall host it a funeral))

Namjoon moved onto his soup, enjoying it with equal satisfaction. "So, what do you suppose you'll do after all this? College, I mean," he asked, breaking the silence.

((thats... hopeful))

"I dunno. Probably the same. I'll probably try to devote more time to my writing," he explained.

Namjoon blushed and looked down at his plate, setting down his spoon. "Ermm... sure, if you want. But its not very good, and it still needs a lot of work... but if you want to see it sure." He smiled, looking up.

((I don't get on break until 12/22. I cry :( ))

Namjoon hesitantly pulled out a small leather bound book and pushed it on the table over to Seokjin. "It's not good at all... just some poetry, song lyrics, short stories and memoirs and such." His face flared with heat.

((I'm sobbing inside))

He returned his attention to his food, eating slowly and more controlled now. He chewed slowly as he studied Seokjin's expressions as he read his works. He was in full panic on the inside- and he hoped his wasn't noticeable.

((what the...))

Namjoon gave a small smile. "Thank you," he replied quietly, stuffing the small book in his large coat pocket. Was it a good or bad thing that he was being quiet? He took a deep breath and continued on eating.

Namjoon let out a small, grateful "Thank you", and kept eating. Once he finished his soup, he moved onto his third sandwich. "I just," he sighed. "I just don't usually share my work with other people, and I get a little self conscious."

((I just started watching and i love him so muchhhhhhhhhhhhh))

Namjoon nodded. "Yeah," he agreed. "That's exactly what I feel. My parents always expected a lot from me, and even if I made the slightest mistake when I was younger, they'd lecture me. I mean, they're better now, but they still regret sending me to writing school..."

((I'm on episode 8))

"Oh, some engineering school. I'm not aware of the name." He rubbed the back of his neck. "They were engineers, and they wanted me to be just like them..."

((NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I NEED MUCH MUCH MOREEEEEEEEE))

Namjoon frowned. "I'm sorry. But, you could probably still culinary as a side passion. They don't control your full life." He couldn't imagine his life if his parents made him stay with engineering.

"Oh, that must be the worst. If I still lived with my parents-" He heaved a sigh. "They'd probably make me have a tutor, lecture me nonstop, kill my brain... I'm so sorry."

"That always works. When I lived with my parents, I had to use the excuse that my dog needed a walk, and I'd just go to the park and do my work there." He laughed lightly.

"White Shepard mix, I think. I never was too good on knowing breeds..." he took a deep breath. "They live with my parents now."

"Why not?" he wondered. "they're a lot of fun, when you aren't taking care of their... business."

Namjoon looked down at his plate. "I'm sorry... you seem to have a tough life."

"No, no it's fine," he smiled. "You're not complaining too much. And I don't mind. It's nice to talk to someone for a change."

Namjoon shook his head, wiping his mouth with his paper napkin. "No, I was a bit of a... social outcast. I didn't really fit in, and didn't really care."

Although he could hardly pick up what Seokjin was saying, he thankfully caught the words. "Well ,it could of been worse." He tried to smile, but it came out looking a bit forced, his sadness from his childhood memories pulling down on his lips. "On a brighter note, what are you doing for the holidays?"

((I'm still on episode 8))

"Probably the same," he responded. "My family was always great at making plans, but this year I haven't had too much communication. Still, I'll probably still show up even if they don't invite me." He laughed slightly.

Namjoon shook his head. "They live in Klane, just on the other side of the city from where my dorm is." He put his napkin down on his plate, which was empty, save for a few crumbs.

He nodded, then blushed. "I eat fast. My mom thinks it's a curse." A smile grew on Namjoon's lips. "She didn't always like cooking for a boy who could consume what she cooked faster than she made it."

"True," Namjoon agreed. "I tried cooking for myself once. It didn't go too well." He chuckled slightly at the memory of the smell of burnt rice and smoke.

"Of course. I didn't stick with it, which is probably why I live of pre-packaged food. And restaurants," he said, glancing down at his plate.

Namjoon laughed. "Sadly, yeah. That's what I mainly live off of."

Namjoon's face flushed slightly at the motherly chiding. "Oh... well, I should probably go grocery shopping sometime soon if I want to stay healthy."

Namjoon glanced down at his watch, then returned his gaze back to Seokjin. "Sure," he replied, still a bit flustered. "But only if you really want to. I don't want to drag you into doing something you don't want to do."

"Okay, if you're sure you want to..." He stood up and smiled. "And thanks." He grabbed his tray and brought it over to the trash, then emptied its contents, placed his plate and bowl in bucket where all the other dishes were.

Namjoon pulled out his beanie and shoved it on over his blue hair, then stuffed his hands in his jacket's pockets and walked back over to their table to retrieve his books. He hoisted them up and walked back over to Seokjin. "Do you mind if we stop at my dorm first? It's on the way, and if it's not too inconvenient, it'd be nice to not carry them around."

He stuffed his hands deep in his sleeves, trying to protect them from the cold without having gloves. He led Seokjin out of the store and out onto the busy sidewalk. He jerked his chin the left. "It's this way. About three blocks down."

The cold bit at his nose, and his breath came out in little puffs. They came up to his apartment, a small brick building. "You can come in if you want," he offered to Seokjin. "But I'll only be a minute."

"I don't mind," Namjoon replied kindly. "And it is quite cold this year. I'm afraid I'm not used to it yet, so it's always so startling how chilly it can get here." He twisted his key into the lock and opened the door, then pulled it out and began to walk up the staircase that led to his apartment.

"The second," he responded, and once they got to the landing, he turned down the hallway and opened the third door on the left with his key. "It's small, but it works." He twisted he knob open and held the door ajar with his foot. "After you."

Namjoon waked in after Seokjin, letting the door swing shut behind him. He walked over to the updated kitchen and, with a heavy sigh of relief, dropped his books on the counter. "Can I get you anything for the walk?" he asked, smiling.

((i get through it by listening to all of their songs on repeat and telling myself it'll be okay))

"Yeah, it's one of the perks of the building. They recently put in a new heating system, and it works like heaven," he explained, picking up his books again and placing them in a bookshelf crammed against a wall.

((oh dear I'm going with panic))

Namjoon didn't know what to say to that, so just he just shrugged on another coat and grabbed his wallet off the counter. "I'm ready to go when you are."

Namjoon turned his head towards Seokjin at the sound of his sigh. "I mean, we don't have to go today... it's pretty cold, and I- or we- could go another time."

"Sure," Namjoon responded, smiling. "It's not that urgent. You can stay here for a little while if you want," he offered. "I mean, if you want to get home, I understand."