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whitefoxgirl · 3 years ago

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⏳Ageless⏳ A Namjoon Series {Chapter 1}

Author's Note: This is part 1 of a possible series, depending on how well it does. It's based on the movie "Age of Adaline" which, if you have not seen it, I recommend it, not because the whole fanfic is that exact thing word per word, but because it's a really good movie! Of course, any criticism and feedback are welcome, don't be shy in leaving those!

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (Female Pronouns) Fandom: BTS Warnings: Ageless Namjoon; slight themes of war. Genre: Fluff, angst Word Count: 2k

Songs that helped me: • "Kujikesou ni Naru Watashi wo Sasaete Kudasai" Your lie in April OST • "Friend A" Your lie in April OST • "Watashitachi wa Sou Yatte Ikite Iku Jinshu na no" Your lie in April OST • "Truth and Lies Piano Solo" Your lie in April OST Next Chapter

On August 8th, 1953, after the Korean War ended in a settlement a young man was biking from Yeoncheon down to his hometown back in Seoul, his birthname is Kim Namjoon. He had been fighting for his country since the age of 19 and now, three years later after its beginning, it came to an end. As he was biking, something strange happened, it started to snow in the summer. Namjoon, unable to understand the anomaly in front of him, looked up to see if his eyes were deceiving him. Unable to see the rather large branch in front of him, Namjoon lost his balance making him turn his wheel to the left side, where a rather large ditch was located. Kim Namjoon hit his head, limbs, and arms as he made his way down the ditch, his bike landing near his right hand when he hit the ground. As his body succumbed to hyperthermia, the 22-year-old began to think of his short life and closed his eyes as he, without knowing, died. After several minutes, something that most people would consider a miracle happened. Lightning struck the bicycle that touched Namjoon’s fingers. Namjoon’s body received 1,200 volts of electricity, making him take his first breath. Kim Namjoon will now be the first human to experience an anomaly called “The Adaline Effect” discovered in 2307 by Salvador Paskowitz. Kim Namjoon, from this moment forward, will not be able to age.

Most people start to show signs of aging at the age of 30, when gray hairs, wrinkles, and more start to show. This did not go unnoticed by the young man. As his fellow army buddies started to show signs of aging, Kim Namjoon did not even get wrinkles, while his friends had arthritis, joint pains, receding hairlines, and a lot more signs of aging. He attributed his ageless self to good genes and his diet, however, by 1978, at the age of 47, it was hard to disguise what was obvious to him and his parents; he was not able to age. Kim Namjoon, concerned for his parents, decided to stay, and fake putting gray hair so he could spend time with his parents as he knew, their lives were coming to an end. In 1988, after losing both his parents, Kim Namjoon approached a young man named Kim Seokjin, who helped him create a fake identity, this will help him move permanently to the United States as it was a more enormous country and easier to escape. Every decade, Kim Namjoon changes his name and moves, deciding to live a boring, mundane life, unnoticed by those around him who are not paying attention. Kim Namjoon, now in the year 2025, lives in New York, with the current alias, Jung Junseo.

As Namjoon stares out the restaurant window, with a glass of wine, he wonders if there is any hope for him. Namjoon currently, has learned 5 languages and is currently working on his 6th, he works at a bookstore, binding books, however, he feels completely and utterly alone. He has heard rumors from Seokjin, the only one aware of his secret, that his army friends had all lived fulfilling lives, and left this world with their partners, leaving their children behind as their legacy. He looks around the small restaurant and smiles softly as the waitress serves him another glass of wine while he waits for his food. He shifts his gaze and looks towards the door as a woman enters the restaurant. He feels his world stop as he looked at her. She was wearing a black dress; it hugged her body gently giving her an elegant glow. It was an off-shoulder dress, her heels accentuated her legs, and her nails looked freshly manicured. Namjoon, for the first time in 72 years was intrigued enough to break the promise he made himself to keep living a mundane and boring life. As the woman made her way towards the table behind him, he couldn’t help but notice that it was a table for one. He waited for the waitress to leave as he slowly stood up and looked down at his wine glass. He contemplated whether he should approach this woman or not. He slowly looked over his shoulder only to find her staring, then, he pretended to wipe his pants with the clothed napkin. He sat down clearing his throat and undoing his tie gently. He heard the soft clicking of heels coming towards him and stopping next to him. The soft piano that was being played live echoed through the restaurant, it gave her a softer more elegant energy. Kim Namjoon lost himself in the moment as he just stared at the woman and blinked before standing slowly, towering over her. After what felt like a few minutes of comfortable silence, the woman spoke saying

“Hi… I’m Y/N. I just- I couldn’t help but notice that you’re here alone and… I’m here alone too so… Do you wanna… eat with me?”

The woman, whose name Namjoon learned is Y/N, spoke in a soft, almost shy voice. Unable to find his words, Namjoon nodded and pulled the chair for her signaling her to sit, which she did thanking him in a soft voice. After he sat down, he cleared his throat and spoke

“I’m Namj- Junseo…! Junseo…” He chuckled wiping his hands gently on his pants. He blinked a few moments then said “May I ask… Why is such a pretty girl eating at such a fancy restaurant alone?” She smiled blushing looking down, gently pushing her hair behind her ear

“My date just texted me saying that he doesn’t want to see me anymore” he shook his head gently and flagged a waitress asking her if he could have another glass of wine. After the wine was served to Y/N, Namjoon, said

“It’s his loss, sweetheart. Don’t let him ruin your night.” She smiled touching the glass gently saying

“Well, I guess I could thank him because if it wasn’t for him, I don’t think I would have the courage to approach such a handsome man like yourself”

Namjoon smiled at, what he considered now, his date. She was stunned after seeing his smile and couldn’t help but gape at him. His smile was wide, showing dimples that accentuated his cute smile even more, and framed his face like a painting worth billions. She smiled softly and said,

“You have a beautiful smile, Junseo” He licked his lips and smiled softly holding the glass of wine near his lips, and looked at her with a questioned look. She giggled and continued by saying

“Really! I mean it, your smile is beautiful. If you keep smiling at me, I’d feel…” she stopped herself and shook her head grabbing the menu, signaling him that some things are better not said at the moment. He touched his nose gently and smiled while looking down, then he looked up at her. Her face was lightly covered with a soft makeup look, and her cheeks blushed gently, making his cheeks heat up as he started to notice how he was staring a little too much.

After the pair had dinner, Namjoon offered to walk her home, to which she reluctantly complied saying “I’m trusting that you’re not some psychopath” to which Namjoon laughed. The silence between them was comfortable, and soft, as the loud city was beginning to echo out of their ears. To Namjoon, her presence sounded like a soft piano playing in the background, to her, his presence sounded like a soft violin, anybody else walking beside them could tell, that they were in harmony with each other. Namjoon continued walking and stopped once she called out

“Junseo?”, hearing her voice made him turn around and look at her with curious eyes. She smiled gently and signaled at the building beside them, telling him

“This is my building”. Namjoon nodded and made his way toward her, telling her

“You should walk in, I wanna make sure there are no weirdos following you”. She chuckled and looked at him thanking him. Namjoon looked at her hand, it looked soft, his own hand twitched softly but then he closed it into a fist telling himself that it’s better if they just never spoke again. He doesn’t want to hurt someone. Not like when he did when his parents pointed out how he wasn’t aging, not when he told the woman waiting for him to come back from the war that it was over. He wasn’t going to do this again. As she approached him to kiss his cheek, he backed away and smiled gently apologizing. Her smile flattened and she said

“Oh no… Do you have someone? A partner?... I should have known…”

“No! No... It’s not that… I just… I’m moving away soon… and I don’t wanna hurt you if you’re looking for a relationship with me.”

She smiled at this and lifted her chin looking at him directly in his eyes. She spoke

“Tell you what. If we find each other again, ask me out, and take me out on a date. Let’s leave it to fate, right?”

He smiled at this and looked down putting his hands in his pockets. Fate, huh? He looked up at her and got close to her. “Leaving things to fate?”

“Yeah, you don’t believe in it?”

He felt his smile widen then a smirk creep in as he looked at her lips. He sighed gently and licked his own. He nodded closing his eyes and opening them to look into hers. “To fate then,” he said as he backed away slowly. He lifted his chin towards the building telling her “Go in, I wanna make sure you’re in safe” She smiled and nodded.

When he saw her walking into the building, he couldn’t help but blush and smile at what just happened. He stood there, processing everything. Namjoon, for the first time in 72 years, was having his heartbeat faster, his hands sweating from nervousness, and his cheeks reddened. He felt like a teenager again. As he began to walk out, he heard someone yelling out “Junseo!” He looked up at the building and saw a window opened with Y/N’s figure coming out. He smiled gently looking up, the moonlight and streetlight illuminating their figures. She waved at him and said “Goodnight!” He nodded and whispered to himself “Goodnight, Y/N…”

Arriving home, Namjoon called out for his dog, Moni, which quickly ran towards him. He smiled and hugged him then quickly let him down when he noticed that his dog was becoming uncomfortable. He looked at his apartment and looked at his letters, which all contained bills. He grabbed his phone and decided to phone up Seokjin, which quickly picked up.

“Hyung! Are you stopping by soon?” Seokjin asked, which Namjoon sighed and responded with

“Don’t call me Hyung, I’ve told you…”

“It’s weird not calling you that since you’re older than me…” Namjoon looked out his window and sighed responding with a soft “…yeah”

Seokjin spoke gently saying “Hyung… When we see each other, I need to tell you something”

“Did something happen?” Namjoon asked worried, to which Seokjin chuckled and said

“No… Just… I’ll tell you about it later.”

Namjoon looked down at his phone and sighed gently feeling tears in his eyes. He met Seokjin when he was 23; he was a broke college student, who was doing fake ids to get by. Namjoon talked him out of doing his business, which, Seokjin did, with the condition that if Namjoon ever needed anything he would ask him, and so, only Seokjin knew his secret about being unable to age. Seokjin followed Namjoon to the United States, and would hang out with him from time to time, Seokjin got used to saying “This is my friend from college” to “This is my younger cousin” and now, when asked what Namjoon is to him, Seokjin happily responds with “This is my grandson”. Something which breaks Namjoon’s heart. Namjoon is fearing the worse as Seokjin is now 60. He sighed and looked at his bedside table, grabbing a photo album he had. He opened the page and looked at how he has grown from a young child to a teenager, to finally an adult. His final picture being one from the day before his deployment. He was beside his mother and father in one picture, and in the next, he was next to his ex-fiancé, Suyeon.

He remembers that day like it was yesterday, the day he called off the engagement and broke up his relationship with Suyeon. He had asked her to take a walk with him, which she happily did. As they walked near the Han River at night, where he had also proposed. He turned to look at her saying

“I can’t do this anymore, Suyeon… I don’t wanna marry you.” Holding back his shaky breath. Suyeon shook her head and said

“Baby… You’re just saying that because of that thing that soldiers get after the war, right? PTSD? You don’t mean that, right?” There was a long moment of silence, he looked into her eyes, which had developed crow’s feet, her fair skin was beginning to show fine lines, and the roots of her hair had very few gray hairs as she was beginning to dye her hair to hide them. It had been 8 years since the accident, and a now 30-year-old Suyeon was standing in front of him.

“Suyeon… I just… Don’t think this is gonna work… Trust me when I say that I don’t wan-“

“If you don’t want to, then don’t, Namjoon!” She got close to him, grabbing his cheeks, almost begging him to look at her, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t look at the girl that he had been in love with since high school cry because of him.

“Namjoon… Please… Please tell me that it’s just PTSD and you wanna marry me…” Suyeon said with a shaky breath, tears falling from her eyes. As he grabbed her hands and gripped them softly, he looked up at her with a tear falling.

“I’m sorry, Suyeon… It’s over.” He whispered as he slowly let go of her hands. He wiped her tears gently with his thumb and said, “You’ll be happy without me, trust me.”

She shook her head and said, “Can’t I get an explanation, at least?”

He sighed and shook his head, closing his eyes and preparing himself for the vile words that will come out of his mouth “I just… Don’t love you anymore. I can’t be with… you anymore. I don’t feel anything when I see you. It was fun when we were teenagers, but now, I feel nothing. You’re nothing…” A slap was heard, and its sound echoed throughout the river, the sound of crickets and the river flowing were the background of what was happening to them, Suyeon’s hard breathing was soft, but in Namjoon’s ears, it sounded loud. She pushed him as hard as she could and screamed

“Go to hell, Kim Namjoon!” then ran away.

Namjoon touched the picture gently and sighed. Seokjin told him, after finding out about Suyeon, that she lived to be 82 and had one boy and three girls, that her husband was someone she worked with and that they lived without any problems or complications. They were truly in love. He closed the album once he felt Moni touch his leg, he smiled looking down at the dog and picking him up, and putting him down on the bed. He took off his suit and tie, deciding to sleep with just his underwear and to put his clothes in the hamper once he woke up. He looked at Moni and whispered

“You’re gonna love the lake house, Moni. It’s relaxing, and there are not a lot of neighbors. I doubt anyone will notice us” Moni wagged his tail and laid down.

Namjoon fell asleep thinking of his past and how things wholly changed because of his decisions. He often wonders, would he still be normal if he took a different route? Had he taken the bus home, would he still be normal? Should he have told Suyeon? Is it okay to start another relationship? Y/N radiated something in Namjoon he hadn’t felt before, he hadn’t opened his heart completely, not to Suyeon, but with Y/N, it felt different. He doesn’t know what it is, but he wants to explore this feeling before he leaves, and he hopes that fate grants him the opportunity to at least explore it before it’s gone completely.

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