The sound of the door slamming shut seemed like a song playing far away in the background. Just like Jin's voice.
It was like Namjoon was being sucked away from reality off to his own planet.
He didn't care about the drying paint anymore, nor the complains coming from Jin or the loud rapping coming from Hoseok's room. He slowly sat his ass down on the sofa, tears burning in his eyes.
He hadn't realized it yet. He hadn't realized that maybe, Jimin was from more important than he thought he was. And that maybe, Jimin didn't need him like he needed Jimin. He wasn't the only one that made Jimin smile. Jimin probably asked Yoongi to draw something for him, since he was far better at drawing than Namjoon was. He was not the only one Jimin secretly stared at.
Jimin, Jimin, Jimin.
The boy who wasn't his.
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Anime | MINJOON
Fanfiction"Just because I used to be an art student and I study Japanese, doesn't mean I'm into anime," "And there's a difference between anime and manga, get your facts straight." In which Namjoon sucked at being a good art student and Jimin completely fell...
