Namjoon towered over most people at 6'2", his broad shoulders and strong build making him look like someone you'd see in a fantasy novel — the kind of protector who could lift a car if you needed him to. His presence was powerful but never intimidating; he carried himself with a calm, almost shy air that made it clear he was as soft inside as he was large outside. His dark brown hair flopped over his forehead, a little messy from how often he raked his fingers through it when he got nervous. Thick glasses perched on his nose, making his deep, thoughtful eyes even more endearing.

He wore a chunky, oversized sweater and loose jeans that somehow made him seem even bigger but also impossibly cuddly. His hands were massive, but when he moved — whether it was picking up a mug, fixing a book on a shelf, or brushing a strand of hair from his face — his touch was always careful, delicate, like he was terrified of accidentally breaking something precious.

Namjoon was waiting under a big oak tree, the shade dappling his sweater with shifting patches of sunlight. In his hands, he held a little book, worn at the corners, his thumb absently stroking the edge of a page as he waited. When he spotted Niko approaching, his whole face lit up — a slow, breathtaking smile that crinkled his eyes and made his dimples show.

"Hey," he said, his voice low and warm, like a cozy blanket you could wrap around yourself on a cold day. "I saved your spot."

He shifted, patting the empty space on the bench beside him with an almost bashful tilt of his head, his cheeks dusted a soft pink.