Kim Namjoon

Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

The bright sun bathed the sand, and the sea beckoned with a cool turquoise. Namjoon walked toward the water with a confident, light gait. Every muscle on his torso, honed by hours in the gym, rippled beneath his skin. He felt the admiring glances on him and enjoyed it, as well as the feeling of the warm breeze on his body.

Seokjin trudged alongside, a striking contrast. He was bundled up in a loose gray sweatshirt and dark linen pants, even though the temperature had long since surpassed thirty degrees. His shoulders were slightly hunched, his gaze fixed on the sand. Namjoon didn't understand this shyness. He saw Seokjin's body every morning and every evening—slender, harmonious, beautifully sculpted. But Seokjin stubbornly called himself "ordinary" and hid what Namjoon considered beautiful.

Namjoon darted into the water, dove headfirst, and, shaking himself off, turned around. Seokjin stood at the edge of the surf, still dressed, like an impenetrable fortress. And Namjoon caught in his eyes not only the familiar uncertainty but also a quiet sadness. In that moment, it became clear to him: it wasn't about muscles or the lack thereof. It was about being free.

He emerged from the water, drops trickling down his chest. Namjoon approached Seokjin and gently took his hands, looking him straight in the eyes.

"Seokjin-ah," he said quietly, but so quietly that his words drowned out even the sound of the waves. "You're already the most beautiful to me. Let others see for themselves."