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Namjoon didn’t mean to be clumsy. If you asked why couldn’t he be extra careful, the answer was he did try. But somehow, destruction always found its way towards him.
Some were bad (like when he broke his mom favorite bowl and then proceed to knock down two glasses off the counter) and some were mild (like when he tripped on the thin air and fell face first on the group). Namjoon swore up and down that he was being careful and everything happened were all unintentional.
Still, it didn’t prevent him for being clumsy. Just like now, when he stepped a step backwards to bend down so he could pick up his fallen book, someone pat his shoulder. Badly startled, Namjoon accidentally swung his fist, and goddamn wasn’t Alpha’s fist heavy.
A loud cry echoed from the ground, and when he saw what he had done, Namjoon’s mind went bay shit crazy.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Did Namjoon just unintentionally and accidentally punch the President of Student Club? AKA his long-time crush? In his fucking face? Holy cow!
“Holy shit.” He cursed. “Shit, sorry. Fuck, I didn’t mean to hit you.”
The guy was groaning softly from the impact which quickly kicked Namjoon’s mind to help the guy up.
“Oww , dude, why d-“
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you. Oh god, your cheek is starting to bruise.” Namjoon whispered in horror. He was in a panic mode, and was terrific. It seemed like his chance of manning up one day to talk to his crush one day dissipated in the thin air.
“Hey, it’s okay. Y-“
“No shit no. I didn’t mean to punch you. Wait shit! There’s a box of first aid kit inside my studio. Let’s see what we can use.”
Without waiting for the victim’s approval, Namjoon bent down to gather all of his fallen books before he tugged Seokjin-yeah, the pretty Omega President and the crush of his life- towards his studio.
To Seokjin credit, he didn’t stop Namjoon. And the Alpha thought it must be the from the hit was too hard, he was still in dazing state.
He cursed himself mentally, before he tugged Seokjin closer and rushed them towards his usual studio.
Namjoon busted inside the room without alerting Yoongi first, causing the Older Alpha to startle and scream.
“What the fuck, Kim Namjo- ehh? Why is Seokjin hyung here with you?”
“ I punched him.”
“What the fuck?”
“Accidentally!” Namjoon made the dazed and bruised Seokjin sitting on the couch. “Do you have any boiled eggs in the pot?”
“I left two for you.”
“Why do you have boiled eggs in the pot? Importantly, why do you have pot?” Seokjin piped up. It was against their university’s rules to have cooking wares/electricity anywhere beside the school’s kitchen.
“Shh..” Namjoon shushed him. He got one of the egg, wrapping it inside one of the thick tissues that they had before he gave it to Seokjin. “We sometimes work without knowing if it’s day or night time, so we sleep and eat here frequently.”
Namjoon, who took the egg back so he could rub it on the bruised cheek, sat down beside the Omega. Seokjin said nothing as Namjoon rolled it softly and tenderly over his tiny bruise.
“You wouldn’t raid us out, right?” Yoongi looked at him. Namjoon also did. Both of them had puppy eyes on.
“Ughh, how can I when you look just like two kicked puppies? But this isn't healthy. I mean, I bet you two mostly live on Ramen and coffee.” He pointed at the small and cheap coffee beside the electric pot.
“I mean, yeah.” Yoongi shrugged. “Thank to you, Jiminie could bring the left over here.”
“What? You are Jimin’s roommate?”
“Yeah, you didn’t know?” The Omega asked back. Namjoon accidentally pressed the egg a little too hard causing Seokjin to hiss. He immediately and unconsciously kissed the Omega’s hand his free hand was holding as an apology.
Yoongi sighed. His back was facing them since he was already back to his work. “Yeah. He only goes to two place; his dorm to shower and sleep, and to this studio room. Here more than his dorm.”
“Namjoon-ssi, you are going to faint one day if you keep doing that.”
“Namjoon is fine. And, don’t worry, I will sleep when I need to.”
“Which is now. You stayed up until 9am today to finish this work. Then went to your class before coming back here.” Yoongi unhelpfuly added. The younger Alpha glared at his best friend.
“No no, that’s not right. Let’s go. I will make you some healthy meal. Yoongi, expect some be delivered from your boyfriend too.” Seokjin tried to tug Namjoon up off the couch, but the Alpha didn’t budge. Yoongi just grunted in acknowledgment, eyes on his computer.
“Seokjin hyung, I get you are concerned. But the deadline of mine and Yoongi’s works are in 4 days. We have to rush since we somehow have our works overlapping. But thank you so much for the offer, though.”
Namjoon smiled brightly at the older Omega. Seokjin bit his lips in worry. He worried about Namjoon even though they had just met. For the Alpha who had always been crushing on this amazing beauty, his heart melt and his brain went all mushy.
“I told Jimin to get all of us sandwiches already. You can just go back with Jimin.” Yoongi suddenly piped up, breaking the silent as Seokjin was frowning at Namjoon’s smily face.
“Uhhh... ok, fine.” Seokjin just nodded. He still looked worried.
He was just like before, and like how Yoongi and Hobi described him. Namjoon thought. Too perfect. For me.
“Good.” He fake coughed as the dejected look on Seokjin’s face somehow pierce his heart too deep to not fear ghosty pain. “Now let me get you something to drink.” He stood up.
The Alpha was pleased the bruise was already gone. If it wasn’t, Namjoon would blame himself all days and nights until it was gone.
When he came back, Seokjin was sitting comfortably with his school textbook opened.
“Here. Have some Milk Soda.”
“Ohhh you like this edition too?” Seokjin cooed as he saw the can. It was the Hello Kitty edition fan with Strawberry favor. “That’s my favorite.”
Yeah, Namjoon thought. I know since I was the one who left it inside your locker since the beginning of this semester.
“Yeah.... I like it.”
“Thank you.” Seokjin beamed at him before he opened the can. His body shivered from the cold drink as well as the chilly air from the AC. “Ohh it’s a bit cold in here.”
Hearing that, Namjoon immediately shrugged off his jacket and helped Seokjin into it. If Namjoon wasn’t in such a dazed state for being so close to his crush, he would have noticed how Seokjin accepted anything from Namjoon. As if he accepted Namjoon’s courtship.
“Thank you.”
“Your welcome.” Namjoon kissed his hand sweetly, again, before he got up to do this work.
Hitting someone was bad, especially his own crush. But somehow, Seokjin made Namjoon felt like that swung of the fist was actually the tug of their red string.