Hot water runs down his skin in rivulets, fogging the bathroom as he sits at the bottom of the shower. His shadows are resting, limp, underneath him. They're probably exhausted from having to take care of Namjoon all the time, so when he's deep in thought like this, they take advantage and rest.

A knock on the door jerks Namjoon from his thoughts. His shadows rise up from the ground and snake around Namjoon's ankles as he stands, keeping him from slipping. After an incident when he was younger and Namjoon ended up slamming the back of his head into the shower wall and nearly splitting his skull open, the shadows have taken further precautions to prevent that from happening again.

"Uhm, Namjoon?" Seokjin's voice is muffled and Namjoon turns off the water, feeling guilty for using so much of it. He's probably killing Kim Seokjin's water bill.

"Yes?" Namjoon responds timidly.

"I have a friend over." Seokjin sounds a little uncertain. "We're going out for coffee. Is it okay if I leave you here alone?"

Namjoon blinks at the closed door and nods slowly. "Y-yes... that's fine."

"Okay, then. I'll be back by ten! Don't open my, uh, drawers!"

Namjoon pauses and waits, hearing Seokjin speak to someone in the living room for a moment. Then, the front door opens and shuts, and Namjoon exits the bathroom, naked. His shadows freak out and float around his privates while Namjoon's shoulders fall and he tugs on one of Seokjin's hoodies, boxers, and falls into Seokjin's bed, bathing himself in the older's scent.

The shadows creep up from underneath Namjoon and hover in front of his face.

Namjoon scowls suddenly and he shakes his head. "I am not being clingy. Or falling in love too quickly."

His shadows push themselves forward, and my God, Namjoon can't even imagine how judgmental his shadows would look if they had a face.

"N-no. It's just—affection. I haven't talked to anyone properly like this in forever. A-and you even said Seokjin is good!" Namjoon's body shakes and trembles and his eyes flicker lavender out of fright and he sits up, his eyes continuously glowing that light shade of lavender. "W-what if Kim Seokjin is expecting something?"

His shadows look uncertainly up at him.

"Like a gift!" Namjoon hurries to the window and his eyes darken, his vision hones in on a jewelry store. "Take everything from that store and bring it here." Namjoon growls out, and his shadows have no choice but to obey, looking completely exhausted and done with Namjoon's idiocy as they flit unseen across the street. Namjoon watches as his shadows seep into the walls of the building and dart back in the shape of a rather large, black ball.

Namjoon's eyes remain the fierce, cold dark purple until his shadows unroll themselves from the ball shape and instantly a huge pile of jewelry comes falling out. There's even chunks of cash that land with a thud besides the piles of jewelry and Namjoon's eyes brighten happily before he sits down like a child and begins picking through everything.

His shadows settle down besides him and help him, receiving everything that Namjoon discards disdainfully, and rolling the jewels and rings and bracelets up again to return them.

Finally, after about an hour of sorting through everything, Namjoon has a tinier pile of jewelry and snaps his fingers. "Return everything I don't want."

The shadows leave again with the unwanted things and come back.

"No—no, leave the money!" Namjoon squeaks, and grabs up the huge wads of cash and throws them on top of Seokjin's bed before laying out the pieces of jewelry in front of them.

His shadows float besides him wordlessly.

"This is perfect! Seokjin will be so happy to see this!" Namjoon's eyes sparkle innocently.

Three hours later, when Seokjin returns to his house, he certainly doesn't expect to see a huge pile of money on his bed with pieces of expensive-looking necklaces and rings.

"What the—?"

Namjoon suddenly appears from behind the bed, looking nervous but also highly expectant. "I-I got you a small gift." He lets out a small huff, and a tiny smile appears on the younger's face. Seokjin drops his laptop bag and backpack and studies the mounds of cash and jewlery on the bed.

"Small gift?" He echoes, looking amazed. The wads of cash are all assortments of money, but mostly $100 bills. He sifts through the piles with a nervous laugh and meets Namjoon's gaze. "Um. Namjoon?"

Namjoon blinks up at him, smiling widely. "Yes, Seokjin?"

"W-where exactly did you get all this money and jewelry?" Seokjin stares at the boy and Namjoon frowns, looking down at his feet.

"I-I have it." Namjoon said quietly and shuffled forward. "T-this is all mine." i

Seokjin nods slowly. "S-so—you just had all this money and jewelry laying around?" He sounds uncertain, but he can't really tell if he's lying or not. He doesn't know much about Namjoon, so it could be true the younger is secretly some rich kid that could have lost his memory and was lost on the streets.

"Yes." Namjoon nods quickly and shuffles forward, grabbing the takeout bag from Seokjin's hands and smelling the tasty aroma's wafting from it eagerly. "What is this?"

Seokjin flushes at how close Namjoon is and clears his throat. "I-it's some Italian takeout." He mumbles and Namjoon nods. "I already ate, so I ordered some extra for you. You can go out in the living room to eat, I'll be in here working."

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