We Don't Talk Anymore •Jikook•

~Shorts~

Namjoon quietly nosed his way through an extremely worn out copy of 'Robinson Crusoe'. Being 7 (almost 8) years of age and an orphan meant old dusty everything, hand-me-downs, and 'oh-look-we-totally-didn't-find-this-at-the-dollar-store' quality food. So he allowed himself to be absorbed into the world of Robinson Crusoe, and how devastating the man's situation was, from the boat crash to the lack of social interaction. It sounded mean, but the sheer desolation of the main character's situation was the only thing that reminded Namjoon to be thankful of what he had.

But that was about to change.

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Namjoon paused in the middle of his fifth or so read of Robinson Crusoe finding "Friday", as some of the books fell off of the shelf in front of him with loud thumps, and a hushed squeak coming from the other side. Staring in curiosity, Namjoon watched as a brunette peaked around the bookshelf. The boy adjusted his thick-rimmed glasses with a sigh. Namjoon bit the inside of his cheek.
"Uh....do you need help?" He finally asked, placing the book in his hand on the ground. The boy in the glasses looked up in curiosity.
"Ah, uh.. I would appreciate it, but you don't need to." He said quietly with a small smile. Namjoon considered sitting back down before remembering. Neither he nor the kid were "normal" by definition. They were trained to be independent, to be strong. He wrinkled his nose, sniffling a bit. The kid in the glasses had already started picking up the books on the ground by himself, although there were too many. Namjoon walked up to the pile of books, starting to pick up a couple. He only paused when he realized the kid was staring at him.
"I just thought I would help?" He explained with a sheepish smile. The other kid's face lit up a happy yet embarrassed pink hue. Namjoon stood up with a couple of books in his arms, placing them back on the shelf in the right order. As he was turning around, Namjoon somehow slipped and fell backwards, hitting his head on the shelf and causing more books to fall on him. The other boy gasped, clapping a hand over his mouth before cracking up a bit. He reached out a hand, and Namjoon took it, allowing himself to be pulled up.
"Quite the first impression." Namjoon chuckled nervously.
"Yeah... I'm Kim Namjoon, you?" The kid in the glasses grinned, adjusting them.
"I'm Kim Seokjin." The two children stood around for a moment before realizing they were still holding each other's hands. Seokjin quickly let go, face flushing again and coughing. "Well... see you around I guess? It's not everyday you find another kid in the library." Seokjin's voice was quivering, the smile on his face no less than a little bit nervous. Namjoon grinned back, revealing a pair of dimples.
"Yeah, see you around." Namjoon said, waving, feeling the butterflies fluttering in his stomach. Seokjin waved, slipping around the bookshelf again. Namjoon smiled to himself, walking back and picking up 'Robinson Crusoe'. "I guess I won't need this anymore." He muttered.
He was sure his life was taking a turn for the better, the warmth radiating in his cheeks told him so.

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"AksnfkfnmAGFJGJGI!!! STOP!" At this point, Taehyung regretted no decision more than the one he'd made to wake at five fucking thirty in the morning for work. Why on Earth had did he done this to himself?
If Jungkook was here with him, he would have no pro-
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Now he was tempted to throw his alarm clock against the wall. Groaning, Taehyung got up and turned it off instead of snoozing it for the nth time. 'I guess the day has to start somewhere.'
The man slowly stood up and got to work.

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Four hours later, Taehyung found himself waking up from a memory of his and Jungkook's first date replaying in his head. He was trying to stay awake as he listened to the man in front of him ramble on and on and-
"Mr. Kim?" The aspiring model in front of him was young and good looking. But Taehyung spotted the signs of him being nervous; the sweat beading on his brow, and tapping foot. The model was scared.
"Jiyong-sshi, are you scared right now?"
"Huh? Um, y-yeah a little...I guess." The man was staring at the table between them, looking as if he was contemplating something. "Actually, no. To be honest, I'm really scared." He was finally looking Taehyung in the eyes.
"What are you scared of?"
"I guess I was looking forward to this. So I'm scared of not getting the job?' Slowly yet surely, he was stuttering less and becoming more and more confident.
"Yeah? Alright, I think that's enough for today." Taehyung smiled to himself as he started packing up. This was the last person he had to interview, but he was glad for it. None of the guys up until now seemed to be promising models. They were all either too petty and over-confident or too scared of the industry. However, this man—he was humble, but not meek. And fortunately so; Taehyung only wanted the best people in his company.
"Thank you, Mr. Kim. And have a good day." The man was at the door, about to leave.
"Jiyong-sshi?"
"Yes, sir?"
"I'll see you soon."
The minute the door closed behind Jiyong, Taehyung grabbed his phone from where he had hid it under a bunch of papers. He turned it on, looking for something very specific; a message from Jungkook. There wasn't one there. So Taehyung decided to text first:
Me: you know how I was looking for models for my newest release?