This is the first part to the reader's storyline with RM.


The bedsheets had a specific pattern, your eyes attempting to count every individual petal. They were soft brush strokes, stretching across a soft canvas that you would later on seek warmth from. In that moment, instead, you laid atop of it, fingers tracing various outlines in childlike boredom. The kind of boredom others find themselves unconsciously falling into and enjoying. The kind of boredom not really drawing forth monotony. An entertained, quiet, and reserved kind. You wished you fell into this more often since time flew by faster, and you got away with being unproductive without much of your brain forming futile thoughts looping endlessly. Your index finger drew the faintest and palest pink flower once more before you felt eyes on you.

The peculiar feeling, however, welcomed itself into your system. It's almost as if your body conformed with it. With no fear. With no anxiety. Looking up from what you once focused on, you met dark orbs hidden behind lenses of glasses. The black framing really did highlight and somehow soften features at the same time. You didn't hold this for very long since the source looked back down to the book he held in his hands. This had been a very consistent occurrence with Kim Namjoon.

One second he'd be staring and the next he'd be avoiding your gaze. The latter happened when you caught him. You hadn't known the actual number of times he must've been watching you.

You moved into the apartment three days ago and at first, it'd been hectic in trying to figure out who you would burden in rooming with. The first night, you stayed with Min Yoongi and Kim Seokjin. The crowded atmosphere had bickering occur and you felt as if that would surely put a dapper on things if it continued. After a lot of discussion, Kim Taehyung made the suggestion to move over to Jeon Jungkook's room. This happened since Namjoon seemed to be adamant of switching things around for the perfect fit. The stress was clear in his eyes, forming like storm clouds since he lucidly wanted you to have the best living arrangement. You found it to be endearing in your own way. You expressed your gratitude in an embrace to Taehyung and you helped move things around for everyone to get settled.

You kept your eyes on Namjoon, wondering what had intrigued him so much to merely remain wordless in your exchanges. (If you could call the brief eye meetings that) Sliding off the bed, you looked to the glass figurine you placed on the nightstand. It being a gift from your mother, you took pride in having it so close to you. Not everyone had believed in you, but someone did. That meant the world. The turn back to Namjoon had his eyes curiously tracing your movements, immediately looking back to the pages he held. You smiled at this, gaining enough courage to move to him and sit right next to him. He blinked at this, closing his book as he placed it to the side opposite of you.

"Something wrong?" He questioned, his hands clasping in front of himself. For a smart guy, he seemed to be faltering with his words. You shook your head and tried to push away whatever mold you were placing him in. You were a fan before you were a member, but you needed to remove other thoughts of what you thought these men would be like. Nothing had been shocking. The surprises that came your way were always more pleasant than disappointing. The furthest thing from disappointing, really. Still, pushing other impressions aside, your hands mimicked his and attempted to show the comfort of being close.

"Nothing wrong, how about with you…? Is something wrong?" He must've caught on because his dimples flashed for a brief interlude of saying nothing. They did that when his lips formed into a certain shape, in this case forming to the slightest remnants of a smile. It's the knowing smile. The one that overtakes your features when you've figured out something. Beneath those depths lied something else he had yet to figure out. As much as you would like to pride yourself in saying you could read people well, you couldn't decipher that part.

"Yes… yeah, actually. Uh, I was thinking about something. Maybe you can help me with it." You were taken back by his reply, but you just nodded your head to comply with it, not entirely understanding his approach.

"Great. So. You like dogs, right? Everyone loves dogs," he paused and you agreed, "I was thinking about how when you look at a dog, you try and hold eye contact, but the dog looks away almost immediately. Some people say it's an act of submission, but I think that maybe it's something different. What do you think? Why do you think the dog looks away?" It became a lot more clear now that he explained his 'thoughts.' Taking it into consideration, your expression formed a thoughtful one as you tapped at your chin. Why did you think the dog turned away? And why did you have to refer to him as one here when he didn't even seem close to one?

"Unfamiliarity… or maybe they sense some kind of threat?" You joked some here and it did evoke a laugh you desired. He had a good laugh. This you took note of easily.

"Threat?! Are you scared off that easily?"

"Maybe if the dog is foaming at the mouth and growling ready for an attack."

"Do I look like I'm about to attack?"

There it was. His smile wavered down to a line, but not one of anger or disappointment. It'd been a gentle expression, awaiting your answer as you both found your ways to eventual eye contact.

"No, but, why do you think dogs look away?" He audibly inhaled as he broke the contact, a glance down to the book in his lap. His fingers tapped at the spine of it.

"You have to take into account of why they're staring in the first place. They like to mimic expressions. They like to try and understand emotional cues. Almost like they're trying to figure something out. So, why do they look away? Perhaps it is unfamiliarity and the fear of overstepping boundaries. Especially with new people. At some point, they stop looking away and let it openly be known. Some may argue dogs aren't that smart or capable of such, but I really do see it differently." He waited a beat, looking back to you again. "Have I overstepped any boundaries?"

With the depiction of his true intentions through metaphor, you welcomed his curious glances even more than before. They never brought you any kind of discomfort. Knowing why they were being initiated really helped the cause. It really made you feel as if actual interest invested itself from him to you.

"Not at all, not at all."


The peace and quiet had transitioned into an unorganized fleet of noise coming from the entire apartment. You didn't know how it started, you just remembered waking up to some very loud voices. You weren't against energy in the slightest, but you did develop irritation from the rude awakening. The volume never seemed to turn down either, your lazy, half-lidded eyes attempting to blink and adjust as the chatter livened among six people. Six. Just six.

You wondered where the hell Namjoon went, his bed neatly done when your eyes had come open. The tidiness didn't surprise you, nor did the sudden increase in volume when you patted out of the room barefoot.

It's just that you didn't see Namjoon anywhere.

At some point, you didn't know if Jung Hoseok or Park Jimin said a couple of things, but you just knew it got to your breaking point. It presented a striving need for complete silence. That was more so on your brain needing a break than it was in the content of their words.

You dressed for warmth when you made your way outside of the lavish apartment. Cold air hit your features and surrounded your facial structure, attempting to tuck underneath your neckline. Bearable. That's all that mattered. Placing hands into your pockets, you kept moving downstairs until you reached a spot near a bench. With everything being so closed off for privacy, you found it to be very wonderful. That's when your eyes found a familiar figure sitting down examining his surroundings. You remained silent, steps pattering across to where you could sit right next to him. His head turned, a bit startled at first, but he settled instantaneously upon recognition. A slight grin formed, his gaze returning back to the scenery provided. You both didn't focus on anything in particular. When you're really immersed in the beauty around, that isn't necessary. What's necessary is taking in everything appealing to the senses. You both did this, enjoying each other's company in much needed serenity. A shiver ran up your spine when the cold encircled your neck once more. He took note, a glance in your direction before he looked back in front of him.

"Did they wake you up?" He asked. Although he disrupted the silence, you still felt calm. His tone had been light and free of concern.

"Kinda'. I'm not much of a morning person so it was a bit of a shock." Your hands turned into fists in your pockets as air fleeted underneath your arms. It tipped into the micro sized stitching of your jacket, embedding in the forming goosebumps. Another shiver came, but you still didn't move.

"They can do that. You get used to it. Either you get up early to avoid it, or you try and become a heavy sleeper so you can get a few extra hours. Let me tell you now that neither one is easier than the other since the bed is always too warm and the noise is always too loud." He chuckled to himself, earning one from you. He slid a bit closer to you, his warmth radiating off his frame. You were grateful for this, leaning in closer for it. He breathed out a puff of smoke.

"Thanks for the warning. You could've let me know beforehand, but…" you playfully nudged him at this and this time he really let out a laugh, your cheeks coloring with the addition of more cold air. Your eyes wandered to his scarf, Namjoon in a far much warmer state than you. It could've also been than he was bigger and held a larger amount of body heat than you, but you suddenly regretted not taking other clothes with you. You underestimated the temperature.

"Sorry about that. I saw you this morning, but you looked so peaceful. I didn't want to wake you. Not that I watched you in your sleep or anything, I just… no…" He fumbled a tad over his words and you smiled, shushing him with a shake of your head. He took your smile with a sigh of relief, more smoke forming due to the air. You found it interesting how you kept analyzing even the result of his breaths.

"It's okay. Have you been out here this whole time?" You questioned.

"I went for a walk and then came back here. Sometimes I need to be alone with my thoughts and ideas. Though, if I knew you'd be out here eventually, I probably should've invited you." Standing to his feet, you didn't have a chance to respond as he began to remove his scarf. Your eyebrows quirked as you tried to decipher what was happening. "I've had enough alone time. I think it's time I get in there and try to calm everyone down. You can stay out here a bit longer if you'd like. It's a really nice place." He said, looking out. When the scarf fully came off his neck, he brought it over your head and then placed it onto your nape.

Again, you couldn't help but smile as he walked away. You kept watching him as he began to disappear back to the apartment. He only stopped when he caught your gaze.

Neither of you looked away.