Fics like Pawn Shop Blues

"Before long, he was dropping by every day, just to catch a glimpse of him. It’s ridiculous, and Namjoon knows it. He barely cooks twice a week and eats out most nights. The groceries sit untouched in his cupboards, gathering dust. Still, he keeps going back. Because there’s something about Yoongi he can’t push out of his mind, something sharp and lingering that refuses to fade. Maybe it’s the beauty of his delicate features, or the way his skin looks so eerily soft, impossibly smooth. Maybe it’s the three silver rings that decorate each ear—one on the helix, two on the lobes. They glint against the jet-black of his hair, and Namjoon often finds himself wondering how they’d feel against his lips. Cold, probably. Cold and sharp against the heat of skin. He wants to bite them, tug them, hear Yoongi’s breath hitch in surprise. Hear his voice break, finally." Namjoon can’t stop thinking about the quiet grocery store cashier who never smiles. Yoongi is distant, guarded, and clearly wants to be left alone. But Namjoon sees something behind his eyes. And he keeps coming back, hoping Yoongi might let him in before he disappears completely. AKA a story of falling in love and healing.

Fics like Pawn Shop Blues

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