We spent Christmas day lounging around and then trying to make a proper dinner. With no presents to give or family around or anything that usually made my Christmas, I convinced the two to at least put on something more formal than sweatpants and shirts, so we actually had dinner at the dining room table. It was nice but after having spent all day together doing nothing anyway... it was also completely anti-climatic. The weather was still bad, but the snow got a little lighter.

Yoongi slammed his fist on the table after dinner when he got a text, which not only had me looking up in shock, but also almost spilt over his wine glass. He said something to Namjoon in Korean, who answered in even faster Korean. After a while, Yoongi looked over to my side of the table. "I got someone who can give me a ride home tomorrow." he said, before Namjoon intervened again. "And I think that is SUCH a bad idea. Man. The roads... it is so dangerous and would take forever!" Yoongi let out something that sounded somewhat like a swear and I sat there, not sure what to say. "I really want to go home." "I know, but... shit, you guys really should be careful."

Moments later Yoongi was on the phone with who I presumed was his girlfriend and wandered off, while Namjoon and I cleared the table. "I know he really wants to see her but..." I sighed. "I know, but I have a feeling there is nothing you can say or do to keep him from trying to get there." Namjoon was chewing on his lower lip, deep in thought and then sighed as well. I caught myself trying to remember what biting his lip felt like.

Yoongi woke me up the next morning to say goodbye and I told him to be careful so many times that he got annoyed with me. When he was about to leave Jin's room turned around again and started grinning all of the sudden. "2 days. I tell you. I'd bet anything. I'll start a timer." "Goodbye!" I said quickly and closed the door behind him, but I could hear him laughing outside. I stood there, a bit annoyed and then realized that it annoyed me because... fuck, there was a chance. I wondered when that had happened. Whether I was now only thinking about it because he had brought it to the table. It wasn't like I had started to have feelings for Namjoon again. Or did I? All of a sudden I wasn't sure anymore. But then again... when were you ever aware WHILE it was happening? Or was it actually the boredom? I went back to bed, only to get up again an hour later and I basically ran into Namjoon, only wearing a towel around his hips when he got out of the shower. He seemed in a better mood than last night and was humming before he wished me a good morning, I replied but then rushed off to the kitchen to make a big big pot of coffee. Shit. I would have to kill Yoongi.

The morning was quiet and it made me calm down, thinking that Yoongi simply had gotten to my head but it was all bullshit. What didn't help was the fact that something like a routine had developed and basically as soon as the afternoon hit we were living on that damn couch again. There was more life on the streets now, but it was still mesmerizing. Namjoon had closed his eyes and I thought he was about to fall asleep when he started talking suddenly and I quickly looked the other way. "I think we should go outside." "Sure." "I mean it." "Where to?" "Nowhere, just... enjoy it a little. If we don't get far we can always head back. I just think... I am about to go into hibernation."

I thought about it for a second, still dreading what I had felt when I had pulled my suitcase through half of Hongdae. But this was different of course. It could be really fun. "Do you think we could find some proper winter boots? And a jacket?" "Jimin probably has about your shoe size. His jackets might be a bit tight though." I clicked my tongue and hit his side, which made him chuckle, then got up and we geared up. I felt like the Michelin man by the time I got outside. It was still incredibly cold but now, wearing gloves and two scarfs, it was bearable.

We walked down the street but soon had to turn around because the snow was just too high on the sidewalks and walking on the streets seemed reckless. But Namjoon kept walking till we got to the pool area of his building. Someone had built a snowman that was so hideous and at the same time great that it made us both laugh.

I was just about to inspect what they had used as a nose when snow hit me in the side. My mouth dropped open wide when I turned around to see Namjoon incredibly proud of himself, standing there. "Ohh... you are dead." I grabbed snow from the ground and threw it towards him but he had had enough time to run off. We kept chasing each other for a while, but his long legs made it so much easier to step through the high snow that I really couldn't keep up... until he slipped that was. I knew this was my one shot and I sprinted towards him, and simply sat down on his back when he tried to get back up. Namjoon groaned but laughed as well. "I win!" "No way!" he said, trying to get back up. I almost slipped off his back when he tried to turn around instead, the only thing that helped me was the fact that he at the same time tried to nut dunk his face in the snow beneath him. He finally managed to turn around on his back, because I was laughing so hard and sat up, holding on to my arms so that I couldn't push him back down. My laugh ended abruptly when his face was right in front of mine, just as close as it had been when I had tried to prove a point to Yoongi. But Yoongi wasn't here now and only a fool would have said that I wasn't getting closer and closer. He suddenly started groaning and I snapped out of it.

"I hate the guy. What if he is right?" It took me a second before I understood what he meant, then I sighed and dropped my arms, he let go as well. I was still sitting on his lap though. "Fuck." I murmured.

And then Namjoon grabbed some snow and threw it in my face. "That was way too easy little girl." I sat there, shocked because it was so cold and also because he was so ruthless. But what bothered me the most was... "Little girl? Are you kidding me? I am older than you!" I wiped the snow out of my face, looking down at him. His cheeks were red and his smile breathtaking. "He is not going to win the bet, I am not going to let him." "You bet against Yoongi?" "Yeah." "That was a mistake. He only bets when he knows he will win."

A quiet curse escaped my lips and I got up, still smiling, biting my lower lip. I saw Namjoon was grinning as well. I was in trouble. And I was really cold. "We better get back inside, apparently the temperature got to my brain." "Yes..." he replied while he got up. "Sure. Let's blame it on that." So. much. trouble.

I hadn't spent this much time reading since I left school. Of course, I had always liked reading but never had the patience anymore to just do that, that day I had the time. I was distracted, clearly, but I just kept reading and Namjoon did the same. Every once in a while one of us would catch a glance from the other and it would usually result in both grinning or even one of us shouting a "No!" accompanied by laughter.

Knowing that we were in the same boat was a nice feeling but didn't make things easier. When we got the text that Yoongi had made it I was relieved. I HAD worried, especially because I felt somewhat guilty for being a bad friend for not fighting harder to keep him from going and I could tell by the sigh Namjoon let out that he felt the same.

It was the next day that boredom really settled in. We were both so used to having lives where there was a constant rush to get things done that now that our bodies had rested... just hanging around felt just wrong. The internet connection which had been quite bad the last few days finally went back to normal and so we started video calling people. I talked to my parents, my brother and some friends. Namjoon did the same and went to his room for that. Lauren almost choked when she heard where I had spent Christmas and especially who else had been there. "That is... a perfectly normal arrangement. That is what normal people do. Spend Christmas with the guy who broke their heart..." I couldn't help but laugh. "This was not planned, okay? Yoongi was here for Christmas as well." "But he is not now?" "No..." "And when are you planning to go back to your normal life?" "As soon as the snow stops and my apartment is heated again and... living in a luxury apartment isn't the second-best option after going home over the break." The truth was that I had gotten an email an hour previously that our building's electricity had been fixed and to be perfectly honest, most streets were cleared enough for me to just take a cab home. But for what? To just sit there? This at least felt like a holiday. Even though it was a weirdly charged one. "Okay, well. Then instead of lecturing you, I will let you go all googly eyes over the little one for a little longer, you are not going to listen anyway." I had to laugh and then did as told, which was easy because her son was just too cute.

It was that evening that afternoon Namjoon got a call from his parents that they were finally boarding a plane to Seoul. "Okay, I have to be at the airport in two hours to pick them up. My aunt just told me she has made plans for a Christmas lunch tomorrow to make up for the real one. I guess I will just stay at their place tonight." he murmured while typing on his phone and I just nodded. "Want me to drop you off at your apartment on the way?" I nodded again, maybe a little in shock that things were moving so quickly all a sudden. My little bubble was bursting. He looked up. "You can stay here if you want to?" I shook my head. "No, thank you, but I think I really should head back to the real world."

We quickly packed and then got in Namjoons car. The car moved slowly through the city and I hardly said anything. Partially because I didn't know what to say but also... because Namjoon was one of the worst drivers I had ever encountered. He had finally gotten his licence but that didn't mean I felt particularly save with him on these slippery roads. By the time we stopped in front of my building I was almost relieved. We sat there for a few seconds before Namjoon began to speak, clearing his throat first.

"So... that bet with Yoongi. Did you bet money?" Surprised I looked over at him, the hint of a smile on my lips when I shook my head. He was biting his lower lip to hide a smile. "And... do you think you can live with him not letting you forget you lost the bet for... probably months?" Now I was really grinning and then slowly nodding, he had already leaned over.

Kissing Namjoon was still as exhilarating as it had been four years ago. When he kissed you it felt like much more than just touching someone else's lips. It felt big and important and took away your breath. My breath at least. It made me do things without realizing them, even though his kiss was gentle, almost careful at first. I found myself turning around to him completely and soon my hands were fisting the collar of the dress shirt he was wearing. My heart was beating incredibly fast as our lips moved together. When we parted we both couldn't help but laugh. Maybe because we had held out so long and then still lost. Didn't feel like losing though.

So I just kissed him again and when his tongue ran over my bottom lip I was about ready to jump on his lap, but didn't. I didn't want to stop either, I wanted to keep kissing until our lips would turn numb, but eventually, we were both so out of breath, his hand on my cheek was shaking.

"Okay." He said and I wasn't sure what was okay, but he probably didn't know either. We stayed close for a while, smiling at each other before I finally let go with a sigh. "I should go, it's a car, it has windows, this is... could be... yeah, I should go." I grabbed my purse and then couldn't resist kissing him again, just for a second and this was when he sighed as well.

I had just closed the car door behind me when he moved down the window. "Hey, ehm... what are you doing New Year's Eve?" I shrugged. "Getting drunk by myself and watch some old movies?" He chuckled. "I think we could one-up that." Both my eyebrows raised almost by themselves and then I just nodded with a smile. "Alright. Let me know when you got to your parent's house? And... just... be careful please?" He winked at me and I turned around. I didn't want him to see how much a little wink would make me blush, even though my face was probably already super red anyways.

Namjoon [19:09 PM]: Just got home! Me [19:11 PM]: Good, I am glad! Are your parents okay? Namjoon [19:14 PM]: I think so. They are so tired that they are a bit hyper. Which is a lot after not seeing anyone for a few days, but that's okay. Me [19:17 PM]: You saw me? Namjoon [19:19 PM]: I did see you Me [19:21 PM]: Just had to check that I don't count as furniture by now... Namjoon [19:24 PM]: Definitely not Namjoon [19:26 PM]: Freaking out already? Me [19:28 PM]: No. Kind of was waiting for it as well. You? Namjoon [19:29 PM]: Nope. Me [19:31 PM]: =) Namjoon [19:32 PM]: =) =) =)

Yoongi started texting basically as soon as the 48 hours had passed the next morning.

Yoogni [08:01 AM]: So... I won that bet, right? Me [08:03 AM]: Remind me again what exactly the terms were? Yoogni [08:06 AM]: You would jump each other's bones... Me [08:09 AM]: Ha! No! Yoogni [08:11 AM]: Really? This is going to be about technicalities? Me [08:13 AM]: Definitely! Yoogni [08:18 AM]: Well at least it sounds like something happened, thank god! I can't hang out with you guys anymore while you are watching each other's every move. Me [08:21 AM]: Oh please... Yoogni [08:24 AM]: No, it's true. Even in London, but it has gotten worse. It was as if you both were constantly aware of the other's presence, it's creepy actually. Me [08:25 AM]: Ugh leave me alone and rather tell me how home is Yoogni [08:27 AM]: Got engaged Me [08:28 AM]: WHAT?

He typed, then stopped, typed again. So I just called. "Just because we are sharing things now doesn't mean you should call me, fuckin hell woman." "Yoongi, you are my friend and you got engaged!" "We are not friends." "What?" I actually felt my heart break a little and apparently he could hear that as well. "Okay, yeah, maybe we are friends. Whatever." "Why would you tell me that if we aren't friends?" "Okay, Ollie, we are friends. I wanted to tell my friend Olivia, okay?" I couldn't help smiling. "Then do tell. Tell me everything." He gave me about five minutes before he ended the call, but at least I found out enough to squeal a little which made him growl. It made a lot of sense all of a sudden why he wanted to get back so desperately. I couldn't help but think about what that meant for BigHit and BTS, but mainly, I was happy for him. His voice sounded like he was smiling the whole time and I could hear another voice in the background. They were happy, it made me happy.

I spent the next couple of days walking what felt like all of Seoul. I got some more reading done, I rearranged the little furniture I had, I managed to slip on ice and then spent a few hours sulking in the hot bathtub which helped a little. My phone was vibrating and I tried to see who it was without picking it up with my wet hand, couldn't resist when I saw the name.

Namjoon [19:29 PM]: So you heard the big news I gather Me [19:32 AM]: :D Namjoon [19:33 PM]: Same. Are you still up for New Year's? There is a little party at my friend's place if you feel like it. Me [19:32 AM]: Sure. So what should I expect? Not sure how big of a deal Western New Year's is here... dress code? Namjoon [19:34 PM]: Do you remember that little black dress you were wearing when you first interviewed us for Andrew's show? Black tights. Chelsea's?

I just stared at the screen for a second. Really?

Namjoon [19:36 PM]: I really liked it.

Was it the heat from the water or the wine or was I actually blushing?

Namjoon [19:38 PM]: Too much? Me [19:39 AM]: No, all good, I was just not sure whether you were serious for a second. Namjoon [19:40 PM]: Very serious. You looked so good when you sat down next to us, Yoongi actually hit my thigh to keep me from staring.

I remembered that from seeing the show afterwards, but never had understood why that had happened. Then again they were basically constantly hitting each other thighs...

Me [19:42 AM]: Oh my god, I feel a million years old I have no idea how to respond to that in a cute/flirty/whatever way. Namjoon [19:45 PM]: Well, that response works as well. Namjoon [19:46 PM]: What are you up to?

I sat there, debating whether to be honest. But he probably wouldn't believe me anyway, saying "I am drinking wine in the bathtub" was only one level beneath "I am hanging out in my cheerleader uniform." No idea what got into me, but I snapped a picture instead of simply typing my reply. Me, wine glass in hand, toasting towards him, at least partially covered in foam. Nervously I checked for a nip slip but then decided to not overthink it. Because the result of that would have been me deleting the image and saying something along the lines of "Just watching tv." If Joon could be brave, so could I. It took a while for a response to come in, which made me nervous and smug at the same time.

Namjoon [19:54 PM]: Really? Me [19:55 AM]: Really. But it is mainly because I fell and now my back is one big bruise.

I almost dropped my phone in the bathtub when he suddenly called. "Are you okay?" "Yeah... It hurts a little, but it isn't too bad." "You have to be more careful!" "Okay... this is Namjoon telling ME to be more careful, am I getting this right?" I could hear him chuckle and leaned back. Smiling. "Were you actually concerned or did you just want to talk to me while I was in the bathtub?" I closed my eyes, pressing my lips together, still not really confident enough to ask something like that without it making me a little nervous. "Bit of both maybe." "What are you doing then?" "Me and my sister are hiding from our relatives in her room." I could hear a little "Annyeonghaseyo" from somewhere and gasped. Then I remembered that she probably hadn't heart what I had sad. "You... are... naughty." I said and felt like an idiot the next second for using that word, Namjoon on the other side was laughing so much that I felt like reaching through the phone to smack him. "But... say Annyeonghaseyo back?" I finally managed to get out. I heard Namjoon say something to her in Korean and there was a pause. "Olivia?" I heard her ask and Namjoon hummed in response. "Ohaa..." she made, then Namjoon apparently walked off, clearing his throat. Now it was me who was laughing.