Day 2 (Part 3/3)

Wrapped in a big, soft towel he went through the hallway towards his room when he suddenly saw someone coming from the opposite direction.

"Hello," the man said and blocked Namjoon's way.

Damn, he was happy to not wear the silly bear costume anymore though a towel was not much better. The guy in front of him was stunningly beautiful. He was tall and had broad shoulders, and his beautiful featured were topped with a mop of pink, fluffy hair. The plump lips formed a soft, warm smile and the dark chocolate orbs sparkled mesmerizingly. He was perfection. But what stunned Namjoon most was that the feeling that came off the other.

He radiated peacefulness.

There was so much easiness in his stature and moves, so much satisfaction on his face. It was breathtaking. And it made him envious.

"You must be Namjoon, our intern," the soft lips continued.

"Yeah," he managed to reply after some seconds.

"Would you join us for dinner?" the beauty asked and tilted his head.

Dinner. Damn, he had not even realized he had been hungry. His parents were not home, so why not? Happily, he nodded.

"We meet behind the tent. So, come out after you put on some clothes." And the pink-haired continued his way, with Namjoon staring after him. Too bad, the other wore such a baggy hoody. He would have loved to see his figure. No, stop. Thoughts like that were inappropriate. Shaking his head, he continued his way as well.

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He had left his shoes in his changing room, because they were ruined anyways, and had walked outside bare foot. Fortunately, it was summer. He could not remember when he had last walked bare foot on the grass. It was a strangely pleasant feeling how the haulms tickled his soles and the spaces between his toes. He smiled unconsciously when he shoved his hands into the pockets of his dress pants and walked around the big tent. On the backside he found a small area with wooden tables and benches, illuminated dimly by big light globes in the middle of every table. Soft chatting filled the warm night air. It did not take him long to spot the blue and pink mobs of hair, and he walked over to them, glancing at the other tables while passing. The circus people were dressed in jeans and baggy shirts, most of them going bare foot as well, and he found himself to be a little overdressed with his white button-down and black pants. At least he fitted in with wearing no shoes.

With a sigh, he sat down in front of the pink-haired and next to the magician, who had one of the tables for themselves.

"Hello again," the beauty greeted him and smiled gingerly.

Namjoon bowed to the other politely. "You know my name, but I sadly don't know yours," he said.

"I'm Seokjin, but everyone just calls me Jin," the pink-haired introduced himself.

"He's your hyung, too," the husky voice of the blue-haired came from his left, accompanied by a puff of pink smoke, and Namjoon could see Jin rolling his eyes.

"However," the pink-haired started, "I'll get us something to eat." And with that he stood up and left into the dark.

"He's one of the artists, isn't he?" Namjoon asked, turning towards the magician, "What is his profession?"

"Believe me, you'll find out by yourself," the other chuckled.

While they waited for Jin, Namjoon watched the other circus people and thought about what the beauty could be. But after some seconds his attention was fully on the chatting people on the other tables. They all looked happy, tired but happy, though their clothes were dirty and their hair messy. They munched on the Jjajangmyeon and Kimchi and mumbled between the bites. Sometimes a loud laugh echoed over their heads and made the heads turn. This was much better than eating alone at home in the giant dining room, and Namjoon hoped he would get invited more often in his time here.

Jin came back with two plates of Jjajangmyeon and placed them on the table. Confused, Namjoon looked over to Suga.

"He already ate," Jin explained after exchanging glances with the magician and handed him wooden chopsticks.

Wooden chopsticks? Was he for real? Did they not even have metal ones?

Jin must have noticed his unpleased look, because he tilted his head at him. "If you do the washing afterwards we can buy metal chopsticks," the older said and raised an eyebrow. Now, Namjoon was a little embarrassed for his thoughts. Why did he not think of the reason by himself? Of course, you would not buy hundreds of metal chopsticks. It was not only more work but also more weight to carry from city to city. As an economy student he should have known.

"Sorry," he mumbled and looked down on his plate. He prepared himself for the food, thinking before judging too early. This meal was cooked for all the many circus people and therefore it might not be too good. The noodled could be soggy, or it could be too salty. Comparing it to the food at home did not even come to his mind. But when he took the first bite, he was positively surprised. It was close to perfect and he looked at Jin with wide eyes.

"Tastes good, right?" the pink-haired asked and smiled satisfied.

With his mouth full, Namjoon nodded.

Finally, Jin began to eat, too. He cracked his chopsticks and looked at the food hungrily. But what followed next made Namjoon stare at him in shock. The beauty stuffed the noodles into his mouth like he was a starving man. All esthetics seemed forgotten, and the older munched on the giant bite, moaning satisfied. Damn, this was strange. Namjoon completely forgot to eat and just stared at the pink-haired, who did not even seem to chew.

Next to him he could hear the magician chuckle. He must look really dumbstruck.

He bit his goodbye when he had finished his own plate (and had gotten Jin's shoes). When he walked away from the giant blue tent, he became slightly melancholic without understanding why. He had had one hell of a weird and rough evening and should be happy to finally get home and into his bed, but instead he felt the familiar spark fade with every step he walked away. When he looked back, he saw V with one of his lion ladies, playing on the grass, and chuckled lowly. This boy was one of a kind.

On the way home RapMon occupied his thoughts like some hours before. He thought of V and his lions and how he seemed to love them like they were his puppies, and he understood what a pussy he had been with complaining about some poop. He had bought toys for RapMon and played with him, but he never had to take care of the other side, the dirty side. The housemaids had taken care of that. But V loved his lions so much that he did it every day, and Namjoon had to admit that he was impressed by the boy's passion. Even playing with those big cats must be hell of exhausting, and the artist entertained each of them for twenty minutes!

But the younger still was a demon in human skin. Remembering the insane look in the boy's eyes, he felt a shiver run down his spine.

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