"No need to be so formal. I'm not Jackson, I'm his other worker Kim Namjoon." Namjoon says lying his towel on his right shoulder.

The man bows to show his respect towards his soon to be coworker. "Nice to meet you Mr. Kim I'm looking forward to working with you, sir."

"Don't bow so much, besides I'm probably younger than you. Oh yeah that's right, you're 27 years old right?"

The other nods still a little shy.

"I'm 25 so you're my elder." This time Namjoon makes a very low bow, showing his immense respect for the other.

" Please don't." The black-haired shakes his head and hands to tell the younger he shouldn't do that.

A small rustle can be heard and a red-head approaches the counter clearing his throat.

But the oldest isn't concerned about that male.

His eyes can't leave Namjoon’s body.

He's so handsome...I...I've never seen such a breathtaking guy.

His muscular upper body,

his broad shoulders radiating safety,

his platinum gray hair,

his adorable dimples,

His aura giving of the feeling he just reached home.

The feeling of coming back from a long travel, the heart aches for the familiar feeling of comfort and care. The older wants nothing more then be embraced by those strong hands, that soft chest.

The black-haired has never felt this before.

A home, eventhough he was wealthy and posses an enormous amount of possession, they feel cold. They don't have emotions attached, no love or good memory.

Namjoon gives his apparent customer a side glance and starts talking to the new worker.

"You're my elder and I wish to respect you so please allow me." The platinum-haired smiles wholeheartedly and the other must look away as to not be consumed by the kindness.

"I've never been respected before Mr.Kim and badly punished if I don't respect others. " Namjoon places a hand to the black-haired cheek and makes him lock eyes with him.

He does just that fearing the worst. Life has only given him pain and suffering.

Trusting people proved to be the biggest mistake of his life and because of such a foolish decision he got severely hurt countless times.

How can he be sure, this guy in front of him won't abuse of the oldest kindness and break his trust like many have in the past?

What seems so simple and obvious is anything but that.

His reason is screaming at him, forcing him to stay cold and impartial, to continue his routine and let himself be degraded. At least he was the one to let it happen, no matter how small his power is in controlling his disgrace, the black-haired prefers to choose his fate and not let himself get betrayed.

His heart doesn't agree. The once lonely soul of his has finally surfaced from the cold winter ice. This man has done something to him, he broke the stone cold box that kept the smaller's heart protected from the outside world, warming it up with his smooth voice and caring eyes.

The elder doesn't sense any lie in the other's words.

"Guess we gotta change that. From now on I'll be the one showing physical respect for you and in return you only have to give me a smile, does that sound fair?" Namjoon smiles extending his hand for the other to take.

The black-haired closes his eyes and lets the emotions take over, taking a deep breath and accepting the strong hand.

A shiver runs down his spine. Cold as ice yet warm as summer.

His body enflames with a never before felt warmth.

The once fearce and stable body, melts like butter, wanting nothing more then being held by the other.

Overwhelming takes over the black-haired and two single tears fall down his face.

They roll slowly yet his eyes don't change its focus nor its form. His eyes don't puff up.

The red-haired clears his throat yet again and eyes the platinum-haired.

Once the younger realizes the older is crying he reaches his right hand to his cheeks, wiping them from the elder's rosy cheeks.

The black-haired can't help but lean to the touch.

A sudden door opening breaks the spell and the older back away bowing to apologize.

"Hello there, you must be ...... , right?"

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Lee Jr. wakes up sweating and panting.

What the hell was that?

He sits up and touches his face, somehow it feels wet.

Once there the youngster can feel the liquid on his cheeks.

I'm crying ...

With his other hands he reaches for his heart.

My heart is aching and paining me ...

His body is still shaking and trying to reach out for something but the youngster doesn't know what.

What the hell?

The dream was extremely realistic. That guy that was hugging Namjoon the other day was there yet he had red hair.

Namjoon himself was in his 20s. Working at the Wang Bar like he still is.

How can I know how he looked like .... and why was that red-head there?

The fact that it felt so real and still lies vivid in his mind after waking up scares him the most.

He felt everything that guy was feeling.

Who was he anyways?

It feels like Seokjin knows the guy, like he is part of him since he saw everything play out through his eyes, but at the same time, he never saw his face during the dream ...

How strange...

The youngster messes his hair a bit.

I guess dreams don't always have to make sense ...

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Question of the day

Who was that black-haired guy?

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