When He was a She! : A Namjin Fanfic

Chapter 8: Poetry is an Experience

"No thanks"

Jin had been preparing to leave as soon as the last bell rang to pick up the boys. But before he could leave from the infirmary, Hoseok had suddenly appeared, complaining about a stomachache. 

Not being one to leave someone in need, he attended to the young teacher and offered him a painkiller. It was then that he was offered to join Hoseok and a few other teachers on a night out drinking. But he just wasn't feeling up to it today. In fact, he wasn't feeling up to anything.

"Come on Jin. It'll be good to get out once in awhile!" The cheerful man retorted as Jin handed him a small cup of water. He swayed side to side in the swivel chair across from where the young father stood. "Namjoon has been telling us how you always spend your time looking after your three sons. Don't you think a break would be good for you?"

Jin fiddled with the stethoscope that dangled from his neck, analyzing the floor as if his choices were laid out in front of him. It seemed that he had been falling further and further into depression. And even though he was fully aware of this, he just didn't have the motivation to do anything about it. Maybe...a drink or two could do him some good...

"What about the boys?"

"Namjoon said that he'd pick them up and watch them for you..."

"He did, did he?" Jin bounced lightly on the balls of his feet as he bit his bottom lip. To think that the other male was willing to do this much for him was touching in its own way. "Fine...I'll go"

"YES!" Hoseok suddenly sprang forward from where he sat, startling the young nurse. Catching himself, Hoseok immediately lowered the volume of his voice and smiled. "I mean...great. Just meet us all at the teachers' office in a few.." With that said, Hoseok laid both the pill and cup of water on the counter and started for the door. He stopped at the doorway and pointed towards the other male. "You better come! Okay?" He then disappeared out of sight.

Jin sighed and looked over towards the pill and cup on the counter. Something told him that Hoseok's stomachace was simply a ruse...and he totally fell for it.

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"We're expecting some light showers later on tomorrow evening with a thirty percent chance of rain...."

Namjoon sat across from the TV as he continued writing on a piece of paper on the coffee table. He was writing a poem. Something he hadn't done in a very long time. But since this whole situation with Jin and his own inner turmoil, the urge to express his feelings through lyrical writing had become harder to ignore.

The English teacher paused and picked up baby Kookie from off the couch before heading into the back room where he joined his sleeping brothers. He was tuckered out after a long day of venturing around town.

 After picking up the kids, he had taken them to the local playground to run around.

Little Tae didn't waste any second in making friends with some of the other kids and before long had become popular amongst his peers. A true peoples' person. After this observation, Namjoon knew that this was most likely going to be the case throughout the boy's life. 

It took a little longer for Jimin to open up though. He sat by Namjoon for the longest time and seemed reluctant to approach any of the other kids. He instead spent most of his time talking to Namjoon and making sure his little brother Kookie was okay. It wasn't until Tae forced Jimin to play with him and his new friends did the kid finally open up. Strangely enough, the little girls started to follow him everywhere after that.

And Kookie. Well, he was as apathetic as ever. He wasn't sure what kind of personality Jungkook would have once he got older. It was simply a mystery.

All in all, they were good kids. 

After leaving the playground, they stopped by Mcdonalds, ate some bulgogi burgers, and came home. Eventually the two elder brothers fell asleep and Namjoon had tucked them in for the night. 

Giving a sigh, he tucked Kookie in, returned to the living room, and continued writing.  He remembered back then how every time Eunah read his poems, how she always started crying. He had asked her at one time why this was the case and he would never forget her answer.

"To me, your poetry is more than just writing. It is an experience. This unknown world, that holds all your bliss and suffering. It is truly captivating and having the privilege of reading it, of experiencing your world will always bring me to tears..."

The sound of the front lock clicking had snatched Namjoon away from his thoughts. He peered down at his wristwatch. 12:37am. He lifted his gaze towards the front door as it swung open. He clasped his hands together as he watched Jin stumble  in. 


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Note: Never really tried a bulgogi burger before... I wonder if they are any good. Dude I should make a note to order one  should I ever have the opportunity of going to South Korea! :) Move on to the next chapter Army to find out what happens next!