Freak Show // BTS {Kind Of Namjoon Centric}

The Drag Queen

"Hello?" Namjoon says in a soft, shallow tone.
"A-Are you another new guy." A voice from the silhouette asks, Shyly.
That's unusual, Namjoon thinks. The sheet said he was loud?

"Yes, I am." he smiles, slowly traveling closer to the shadow.
"My names Kim Namjoon, is yours Kim Seokjin?"
The dark figure shifts a little in his seat, causing Namjoon to stop.
"It is, it says it on your timeline silly." Seokjin giggles lightly, for some reason making Namjoon's heart swell.

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Kim Seokjin
25 Years Old
The Drag Queen

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The dim candlelight in the room is driving Namjoon mad, he looks around for a switch, which he spots next to the now closed doorframe.
"Can I turn on the light please?"
"What? Uh I mean yeah, go ahead, sure." The patient stutters. Namjoon doesn't question it, he's in an asylum after all.

The light flickers above them until it reaches its full capacity. The younger turns around to finally get a glimpse of what this seemingly mad boy looks like.

...
Holy Moly he was not expecting this.
He, he's gorgeous!
His bleach blonde hair.
His natural complexion.
His broad shoulders in that oversized cream cashmere jumper.
His lips.
Oh goddamn his lips.

He quickly snaps out of his gaze when His bottom lip starts to hurt from the biting.
Seokjin's eyebrows cock, his head tilts to the side and his lips purse.
"Are you okay?" Namjoon gulps.
Dammit, why have you got to be so cute?
"Y-Yeah. Just..." he drags out the last word, his head twisting until it's nearly upsidedown.
"Just?"
"Why are you being so nice to me?"

The question causes Namjoon's eyes to widen, he slowly walks closer to the other.
"Why wouldn't I? You seem like a lovely guy- you seem lovely." he changes his choice of words, unsure about what pronouns to use.
"Well, I'm psycho aren't I? Why should I be treated nicely? Also I'm still male, Sir." Jin smiles half heartedly.
"Let me tell you something Seokjin," He crouches down to eye level.
"I don't believe that half the people that are in here should be. Just because you're different, that's why you're here, and that isn't right. You're unique, and I like that. I like that a lot actually."

He grins to Seokjin happily, thoughtfully. The latter's eyes begin to curve into crescent moons.
"S-So you're not like the others?" He questions once more.
"Not at all."
The olders arms rap around Namjoon's shoulders so rapidly that he even surprises himself.
"And you don't mind if I act f-feminine?"
Namjoon's heart breaks from the excitement his patient is showing just from the thought.
"Of course."
"*Gasp* Oh thank you, thank you thank you thank you Sir!" he whispers into Namjoon's neck.

The younger gets even more surprised when he feels dampness trickle down his back.
Is Seokjin crying?
He runs his hands down the boys spine, soothingly trying to calm his breathing.
"Sh, there there it's okay." he hums to the lad.
"I'm s-orry Sir."
"Stop apologizing, and you can call me Namjoon, Nammy, Joon, Bob or whatever." he earns a laugh from Seokjin.
"Okay, and you can call me Seokjin, Jin, Jinnie, or Seokie."
"Okay"
"Okay."

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A couple of minutes passed after their little bubble, and now they're both sitting on the bed, getting to know each other a little more.
"So yeah, that's why I ran away from my parents and had to get a job." Namjoon explains while fiddling with his fingers. Jin Tut's loudly.
"All because you talked to a black girl?"
"Yep."
"Well, to hell with them, you're living with loonies now." He jokes, still a hint of shyness there. Namjoon lifts his peripheral vision to meet Jin's.
"If you don't mind me asking, h-how did you get here?" Namjoon stutters in the kindest way imaginable. Jin clears his throat after a hefty sigh, turning his head to look to his left, Namjoon follows.

On the far wall is the caged window and a mirror, which is chipped, cracked and scratched.
"All my life I've had two minds, I got called schizo quite a lot because, well I guess I kind of am." he pauses, his knee beginning to bounce and hand start to shake, Namjoon takes notice.
"Want me to hold your hand Jin?" He asks barely above a whisper, the latter nods in return. He quickly takes hold of Jin's fingers, then waiting for him to begin again.

"When I look in the mirror I see myself, staring right back at me. But the closer I look, I see someone else, I see femininity.
I told my parents one day after church, that was the last day I saw my parents before a nice man took me away.
The nice man was my carer for the first couple years, then one day he didn't show up. And I got another man instead.
He wasn't nice. He hurt me a lot. He told me I was nothing in this world, that I'm just another dying cell. Even though the nice man never understood me, he still treated me with slight respect." He stops again, looking back round to Namjoon.
"But you're different."

"You are young, with an open mind. You are kind and seem like you're not putting on an act. And I like you, I've only liked another five people before." Namjoon notices the tiredness taking over the child-like speech Seokjin uses, so as he continues his powerful words, the younger lowers him backwards onto his bed.
"Namjoon, I know we've just met, but can I ask you something?" Jin inquires while yawning. He hums in response, butterflies escaping their cage in his stomach.
"Don't leave us, please."

And with that he closes his eyes, still tugging on Namjoon's uniform to make him lie next to him. After being struck by such a question and the mention of "us", he eventually gains composure and lays next to the heavily breathing boy.
"I won't Jinnie"
He strokes the elders cheek.
"I won't."