the lost seasons (i try to restore them)
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A boy, significantly shorter than Namjoon and wrapped up tightly in a grey scarf, moves out of the crowd, and he looks so cold and Namjoon moves without thinking, leaping out of his chair and pushing through the crowd because the boy is already leaving and holy that boy might be the owner of the name that’s been on his wrist for the past two years.
Foreword
first ever fic above 5k and for some reason my brain thought it'd be a brilliant idea to write it when i have exams ><
oh well, here it is — hope you guys like it <3
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