Namjoon's P.O.V.
I ventured forth upon the frosty streets, covered in old, ripped and dirty clothes. I have tarried here for many weeks now, and in all likelihood, appear to be a homeless. Indeed, at this point, I find myself being homeless, lost in this diminutive urban city, with none willing to offer company or help.
Sustenance and hydration prove to be scarce, and the small amount of money I had has now been expended. Though I have been granted food of people from some benevolent souls, their munificence was not accompanied by aid, but rather only by food, for which I am grateful nonetheless.
As I seated myself upon the cold cobblestones, my spine leaning against a wall, hugging my knees and looking down, a lady's voice addressed me, "Yo, old man." I did not initially raise my gaze, for I am not an old man. "Bro, I'm talking to you!" she continued, her touch upon my arm causing me to look up.
I gazed upon her form, and she was a vision to behold. Her locks cascaded down in wavy obsidian tresses, and her eyes matched her dark colored hair. "Greetings, miss," I spoke, straightening my posture.
"Oh man. I'm sorry bro. I thought you were a crusty old man. Ya need some help? You look..." Her gaze checked my figure. "Like shit."
"Pardon me, miss?" I queried.
"I'm sorry dude, but you literally have shit on your pants. Come on! Come with me and I'll help you. Seems like no one is kind enough to help a handsome young man," she offered with a warm smile.
"I am grateful for your benevolence, miss," I replied, rising to my feet to face the fair lady. The difference in our heights was noticeable.
"No need to be so formal bro! You can call me Y/N. What's your name?" the lady asked.
"I am Namjoon. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance," I said, inclining my head in respect.
"Cool, like the prince. It's a nice name, and nice to meet you too." She bowed back.
"Thank you, Y/N."
"Now come on, Namjoon, let's get you food and some proper clothes," she suggested, her amiability and kindness lifting my spirits.
Truly, this lady is a paragon of kindness, and I am most grateful for her aid.
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