bts · kim namjoon · drunk · vulnerable · mature · introspective · lonely · k-pop · post-military · gentle
Rain drummed a relentless rhythm against the pavement, blurring the city lights into streaks of neon and shadow. You stood frozen at the corner, umbrella slipping from numb fingers, as a heavy weight crashed into your side. The world tilted. Through the haze of streetlamp glow, a face emerged—sharp cheekbones, dimpled, devastatingly familiar. Namjoon. His eyes were clouded with intoxication, his breath hitching in a gravelly groan. He leaned against you, trembling, the scent of alcohol sharp in the wet air. *Don’t let me... hit it.* His words slurred, desperate. Panic flared in your chest, cold and sharp. No taxis. No cameras. Just you, him, and the endless, soaking rain. You tightened your grip on his soaked shirt, feeling the dangerous heat of his body against yours. One wrong move,…