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I laughed every time I had to edit, also laughed a lot while writing this scene. Mainly because I imagined Namjoon protesting in a very whiny voice 😂

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We’re Dripping In It

Chapter 5: Best of Me

Jungkook spent his morning class giddy for his date with Namjoon. He practically skipped to the first dance class of the semester with Hobi, hoping that it would be an easy day overall.

He was wrong. So very wrong. Dance practice was brutal, Hobi did not ease up at all on the new choreography he wanted them to learn and Jungkook’s body was still sore from Saturday.

Jungkook was not ashamed of the light limp he had walking out of the dance studio. He felt like had a full leg cramp as he hobbled down the stone steps. As he descended he moved to pull his phone out to send a message to Namjoon. Only to catch a glimpse of the man as he stepped off the last step.

“Hey Jungkook, are you okay?” Namjoon called, rushing over to his side before he could limp any closer.

“Oh yeah, just a really hard practice today.” Jungkook answered with a slight wince as he tried to not put any weight on his left leg.

Namjoon noticed his wince of pain and frowned in concern, with a nod to himself he pulled out his phone and began typing away on it. “I have a better idea for today.”

“I’m really okay, you don’t have to worry about me, I bounce back pretty quickly.” Jungkook tried to protest, waving his hands. “You really don’t have to change any of our plans.”

“I think you’ll like this, here lean on me. I have a car coming around to the front.” Namjoon ignored any further protests from Jungkook as he placed an arm around his waist and pulled one of Jungkook’s arms around his broad shoulders. “If you keep protesting, I’ll just pick you up and carry you.”

Jungkook shut up immediately, making Namjoon chuckle, and leaned his weight on the man more comfortably. Thankfully the walk wasn’t long, but Jungkook was relieved when they arrived at the waiting SUV, stepping inside gratefully when Namjoon opened the door for him. It only takes a moment for Namjoon to round the car and slide into the seat next to Jungkook.

“Do I get any hints to where we’re going at least?” Jungkook asked as he gazed out of the window at the passing buildings and beeping cars.

Namjoon chuckled lowly in his chest, Jungkook turned to look at the amused look on his face. “Trust me, you’ll like it. And if you don’t,” he shrugged “you get to choose the next date.”

“You’re bold today,” Jungkook teased, trying to cover up how much he blushed at the prospect of a second date. Namjoon only smirks in reply and shoots him a wink that has him ducking his head away as his face heats up even more.

The further they drive the more Jungkook’s mind races with possible places; a park, a mountain view, a fancy restaurant, but nothing is quite setting in his mind. Then they are pulling up to a series of buildings that are familiar to him. They park and Namjoon rounds the car to open Jungkook’s door and give him a helping hand out of the door.

“You can leave your bag in the car,” he reassures him, slipping the backpack off Jungkook's shoulders and setting it on the seat. Namjoon settles his arm around Jungkook's waist again and keeps to his steady pace as they enter the modern art museum.

“Are you really going to be walking me around all day?” Jungkook asks honestly, as Namjoon opens the glass doors for them to enter.

“What I have in mind won’t require much walking.” Namjoon replies slyly, waving at the bowing staff as they walk through security unhindered.

“I called ahead.” He explains to Jungkook’s confused face. “My company has donated to this museum for years. It comes with certain privileges.”

Jungkook opens his mouth to ask more questions but Namjoon ushers him inside the elevator before he can. He presses the button for the seventh floor and they slowly rise up, watching the floors pass below them through the glass overlook window. The doors opened to an empty floor with wide windows overlooking the small garden between the art buildings. Namjoon leads him towards the back, raising a curtain that obstructs a room from view for him to step through.

Taking in Namjoon’s easy smile Jungkook ducks under his outstretched arm and gasps at the scene before him. Lanterns flicker in the dark room, coating it in a warm gentle glow. It adds to the ambiance of the ancient design, Jungkook feels like he’s stepped through a portal to the Joseon Dynasty.

The room is lined with dark wood pillars, scrolls of ancient art scenes hang on either side of the walls, and at the far end, behind a wall of glass, stands an ancient water clock. Two pillars of solid bronze stand tall with twin dragons carved into the metal, behind them stands a diagram of how the water clock would have worked in ancient times. Sitting in the midst of all of this, is a low couch the Namjoon ushers Jungkook to sit down on.

“How did you… Namjoon, this is beautiful.” Jungkook gasps, his eyes darting to each delicate painting on the walls and back to the bronze pillars.

Namjoon settles down on the couch next to him and simply allows him to take in the view for a moment, before explaining. “Most of these works are donations from my company. I’ve always admired the Joseon Dynasty, it's one of Korea’s most well known ancient periods. It brought much of our modern culture, etiquette, and Korean language. But I’m curious what you find so fascinating about the period, you mentioned it several times when we talked about art.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened in excitement and launched into a long monologue about his passion over the development of art during the Joseon Dynasty time period. Namjoon listened to every word with rapt attention, asked just the right questions to keep Jungkook going, and never failed to add his own comments and opinions on the matter.

When the discussion of the art period ended, Namjoon pulled out an audio guide for them to listen to. After the last recording played and hunger began to set in, Namjoon had one of the staff members bring in the light lunch he had ordered.

“You really thought of everything,” Jungkook said in awe, making Namjoon blush lightly.

“I like to be prepared,” he said with a shrug, pouring some wine into one of the glasses that was brought.

Jungkook raised his eyebrow at it, but took the handed glass without another comment. He returned his gaze to the water clock, his eyes drifting over the details of the twin dragons upon it.

“The history behind that piece is truly fascinating, I’ve never seen one in person. It’s beautiful.” Jungkook said with a sigh. “I bet it sounded just as beautiful, to be crafted so well.”

“It’s amazing how they constructed it, all those moving pieces to signal every two hours for the guard change. Many of the techniques used on ancient water clocks are still seen in modern wrist watches. Such humble beginnings for the advancements we’ve made today.” Namjoon praised, sighing at the beauty of the mechanics that make up the water clock.

They gazed at the bronze pillars in silence as they sipped on the wine, both contemplating various nuances of its creation. The sudden burst of a phone ringing pulls them both violently out of their thoughts.

Namjoon gives a sheepish look to Jungkook as he pulls out his phone, “Sorry, I thought I told him not to disturb me.”

“It’s alright, take it if it’s important.” Jungkook insists, smiling as he sees Namjoon’s shoulders drop in relief.

“I’ll be right back,” he promises, standing and swiftly walking under the curtain as he answers the phone.

Jungkook watches his long strides out of the room, until he disappears behind from view, and returns his gaze to the water clock. He’s relieved not to hear Namjoon’s voice sound angry from the other side of the curtain. While he can’t hear the words being said, at least it's not upsetting him.

As the minutes tick by, Jungkook finishes his glass of wine and turns his attention on one of the paintings hanging on the left wall. It’s a beautiful black and white landscape piece with a small mountain range, curved trees over a river bank, and a light silhouette of a gazebo overlooking the river. He spies the name in a corner plaque on the wall, ‘Keimyung Gok Amdo’ by Shin Yoon-buk, pseudo name Hyewon, painting dated: unknown.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Namjoon’s sudden voice makes Jungkook jump slightly. He tears his eyes away from the painting to look at the man standing behind him. “I think it’s one of my favorite pieces.”

“I can see why, it is a beautiful piece.” Jungkook agrees, shifting on the couch to look up at him better. “Did your call go well?”

Namjoon smirks down at him, placing a hand on the back of the couch near Jungkook’s shoulder. “It did, which unfortunately means I need to be getting you home to handle some work.”

Feeling bold, Jungkook places his hand on Namjoon’s and gives it a reassuring squeeze. Namjoon’s eyes jump down to his hand at the gesture, a smile growing on his face.

“Thank you for bringing me here today, Namjoon. I enjoyed it.” He says softly, before slowly rising to his feet. His leg felt much better after the hours of letting it rest. He feels completely steady on it as he joins Namjoon’s side to leave the room.

“I’m glad,” Namjoon whispers, raising the curtain for him once again. Jungkook does his best not to skip out of the room but it’s a near thing. The giddiness he feels in the moment is unreal.

“Are you staying with your hyungs again?” Namjoon asks as they enter the elevator and hits the button for the lobby.

“I think it’s time I stop mooching off my hyungs,” Jungkook says with a chuckle, scratching the back of his head. “If it’s not too much trouble, you can just drop me off back at campus. My apartment isn’t too far from there.”

Namjoon scrunches his brow for a second before the expression is wiped off his face, it’s so fast that Jungkook almost thinks he imagines it. He nods, “If that’s what you want, then that’s what will happen.”

Jungkook tries not to think too deeply on the implication of that statement and simply gives his thanks as they exit the elevator. The staff bow to them again and Jungkook returns it hastily as he follows behind Namjoon. The SUV is waiting for them at the entrance and once again Namjoon opens the car door for him before rounding the vehicle to sit next to him.

The drive back to campus lulls Jungkook into a gentle drowsiness that only ends when Namjoon is opening his door and giving his hand to pull him out of the car. He slips Jungkook’s backpack over his shoulders before placing a swift kiss on his cheek.

“I’ll see you soon, little one.” He whispers into his ear, before taking a step back and smiling at him.

Jungkook can only smile back in response and watch as Namjoon climbs back into the car, then continues to stare as it disappears into traffic. The cold air brings him out of his thoughts of Namjoon’s soft lips on his cheek, making him shake himself a bit before making his way towards his apartment. He sends a quick message to Yoongi and Taehyung, telling them not to worry about him tonight, as he enters his apartment and flops down on his bed.

It’s only after Namjoon sends him a goodnight text does Jungkook find himself falling asleep. Happy thoughts of the day spent with the man, and the kiss, float around in his head as he drifts off.

Nobody else may care, but I realized today that I’m coming near the end of a fic that I’ve spent almost an entire year on. The series for this fic is far from over but the fic itself, the thing that started everything, is nearing its end.

It’s a bittersweet feeling.

I’ll be happy to complete such a long project and be able to move onto other new projects, but I’ll miss it too. Never thought I’d get to this point.

I hope the readers I’ve accumulated along the way will like to follow me for the rest of the journey.

We’re Dripping In It

Prologue: Magic Shop

The day Jeon Jungkook’s life turned completely upside down, he was running late for class. He had no thoughts in his head beyond his pounding feet on the concrete streets of Seoul. He turned down an alleyway, hoping that it would cut through the rows of buildings faster. The scene he stumbled upon froze him in his tracks.

It should have made Jungkook run, it should make him scream in fear. The sight of blood should at least make him a bit queasy, but he feels none of these things. He barely feels any surprise as the towering man glares at him over his whimpering victim.

He was late, bloody knuckles and whimpering cries be damned, he was late.

“May I pass?” He asked, gesturing to the street just beyond the dark alley. “I’m late for class.”

The glaring man’s face twists in confusion, he stares down at Jungkook for a moment, probably taking in his paint splattered jeans, rumpled t-shirt, and beaten black backpack. Jungkook doesn’t shift on his feet as the man’s dark eyes scrutinize him. He simply waits to see if he will be free to attend his photography class today or if he’ll be joining the whimpering man on the cold asphalt.

“Why aren’t you wearing a jacket?”

Jungkook jerks at the man’s question, his voice is much deeper than he had expected.

“Ah.. forgot, I was in a rush.” He explains, feeling thoroughly chastised when the man clicks his tongue in response.

The man tosses his victim to the ground and takes two long, sure strides towards Jungkook. In one swoop he takes off his large leather jacket and places it around Jungkook’s shoulders.

“But you’ll get cold,” Jungkook protests, as the man zips the jacket up for him. This seems to amuse the man because he simply chuckles as he backs away.

“Don’t worry about me, little one, I won’t be out for much longer. Run along to class now.” He says in a low tone, before giving a swift kick to his crawling victim before he gets too far.

Jungkook gives a hasty bow and quiet ‘thank you’ before continuing his way through the alley, slipping his arms through the jacket as he walks. It’s still warm from the man’s body heat and there’s a scent to it that makes Jungkook want to burrow into the collar. He denies himself the pleasure and keeps his steady pace towards the main road leaving the groaning sounds behind him.

Once his feet hit the sun kissed pavement, his mind returns to the urgency of getting to class. He frantically looks for a familiar street before choosing the right direction to head in. The university campus is only five blocks away and he books it, taking no notice of the passing cars or pedestrians until he’s huffing up the steps towards the Visual Arts wing.

Jimin is typing furiously on his phone at the entrance and glares at Jungkook when he throws the doors open.

“You almost made me late! Why weren’t you answering your phone?” He demands as he huffs to catch up to Jungkook’s steady stride towards their class.

“Forgot to charge it last night.” Jungkook answers as they slide into the room and take their seats. The bell rings for attendance and Jungkook gives a great sigh of relief to have made it in time.

“Where did you get that jacket? I’ve never seen you wear that one.” Jimin whispers to him as assignments are passed out by the TA and the professor starts his lecture on camera lighting.

Jungkook is so deep in his frantic notes that he barely registers Jimin’s question, he blinks in thought for a moment before replying, “Ran into a dude on my way to class, I forgot my jacket and he gave me his. Said he didn’t want me to be cold.”

“Oooohhh,” Jimin whistles lowly, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. “Was he hot? Did you get his number?”

Jungkook’s mind fills with the man’s tall build. The way his broad shoulders had filled the black turtleneck he had been wearing. His handsome face that Jungkok could only glimpse in the shadowed alleyway and his dark alluring dragon-like eyes.

The unbidden image of the man he had under him; beaten, bruised, and bleeding, comes to the forefront of his mind. He tries to shake the image as he replies to Jimin’s question, “Couldn’t really tell, it was kinda dark and happened so fast. So no, I didn’t get his number.”

“Shame,” Jimin sighs and thankfully drops the subject.

Jungkook has less success driving the mysterious man out of his head for the remainder of class. When the bell rings he jolts in his seat in surprise making Jimin cackle in delight.

“Come on, lover boy, let’s go bother Hobi-hyung at his dance studio.” Jimin teases as he drags him from his chair, ignoring his groans of protest.

“Why are you making me third wheel your flirting attempts with hyung?” Jungkook moaned but was ignored as Jimin kept his fast pace towards the dance studio across campus. He sighed in resignation and mentally hoped he wouldn’t miss his evening class because of Jimin-hyung’s dick.

Hoseok and Jimin were so wrapped up in their flirting that they didn’t even notice Jungkook slip out the door. He sat in his mandatory BioChem lecture wondering for the millionth time why it was a required credit for a Visual Arts major.

After an hour and a half of droning on and on, Professor Chan finally released them into the night. The stars twinkled above Jungkook’s head as he walked across the empty campus green. His breath fluttered in front of him as he digs his hands into the borrowed jacket. It keeps him warm for the entirety of his walk to his apartment.

Jungkook glances down the alleyway as he passes, not surprised to find it empty under the lamplight. He shuffles away still reeling slightly from the scene he had stumbled upon that morning. He bounds up the stone steps of his complex and tries not to cough at the strong smells of cigarettes and weed as he makes his way down the hallways to his apartment door.

The dingy room flutters under the harsh yellow lighting, the aging building quakes under his feet with the movement of the nearby subway. Jungkook barely takes notice of either of these, a common occurrence in the single room apartment he could afford near the campus. He places his backpack on the lone chair and fishes around in his cupboard for anything that resembles food.

A single packet of Jin Ramen is all that's left and he bemoans the lack of funds in his bank account for a grocery run. He prepares the ramen with practice ease then sits down at his shaky table with it. With the hot ramen set on the table, he begins working on the loads of homework between mouthfuls of noodles. Taking more care than usual as he ate to avoid any drops getting on the leather jacket.

The apartment is cold, almost as cold as the outside streets, he reasoned that’s why he kept the jacket on even now. But with his bed calling to him hours later he couldn’t put it off any longer. He slips the jacket off, shivering as the cold air hits his bare skin, and places it on the back of his chair.

He quells the urge to poke around through the jacket as he gets ready for bed, even though there’s no place in the tiny apartment that he can’t see it dangling. It seemed to mock him as he slipped on a long sleeve shirt and thick sweatpants from his portable wardrobe and as he stood in his half bathroom brushing his teeth. It’s only when he’s sitting on his mattress, the only decent piece of furniture in his whole apartment, that he gives into the curiosity and pulls it onto his lap.

Even though he knows the front two pockets are empty, he checks them anyway. There’s not even a hint of lint in them. Opening the jacket up he checks the inside pockets, expecting them to also be empty, but is pleasantly surprised to find a small notebook in the right side pocket. Setting it aside he checks for any other clues to the owner of it. Other than a little ‘RM’ in delicate white stitching on the inner neck of the jacket there’s nothing.

He sets the jacket back on his chair and picks up the small notebook, it’s also black leather and frayed around the edges. Taking a deep breath Jungkook tries to mentally prepare himself for the possible contents inside as he opens it. And it’s nothing that he’s expecting.

The handwriting is neat, if a bit scratchy and rushed as if the man was hurrying to write the words that came to his mind. At first Jungkook thinks they’re small poems, but the more he reads, he realizes that they’re song lyrics. Beautiful songs, full of emotions and meaning. There’s vague scratches throughout the pages to take or add words.

When Jungkook finally reaches the blank pages, it’s nearly completely full, he’s left feeling very confused about its owner. Of this mysterious RM. The man he met in that alley this morning and the man who wrote these words seemed to be worlds apart.

Jungkook has a hard time meshing the two together as he sets the notebook safely back inside of its pocket and tries to go to sleep. But the ghost of the man haunts him in his tossing and turning, his soft deep voice chases him into his dreams.