WOW! I have been so busy with my studies that I didn't realize how long it's been since I last updated! Sorry about that… anyway, someone requested that a do a separate bonus chapter about the whole Namjin situation that went down, and I'm happy to oblige. This will be from Jin's point of view, so I hope you enjoy!
I breathed out a heavy sigh as I finally finished drawing a cartoon of RJ dancing – it is not easy to figure out where the arms go. I leaned back in a stretch, and I heard small cracking sounds from my back. "Hey Hobi, do you have any-" My words were cut off by the door slamming open and hitting the wall. Startled, I jumped up, only to see a friendly face. His face.
And the hole he made in the wall.
"Joonie, what are you do-"
"HYUNG, I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY."
"Ok, gee, it's not like I'm going to stop you."
"…"
"Well?"
Instead of saying anything, he timidly closed the door and waddled towards me. "Well um…" he began fidgeting with his fingers. It was adorable. I took his hands and separated his fingers. They seemed to fit so perfectly with mine, and I loved it. When I looked up at his face again, I almost laughed because he was just staring at our hands, but his eyes were widened to the point where if he tried to open them anymore, they would bulge out of his head.
"That face could become a meme." A voice coming from behind us said. I turned around to see Hoseok staring at us, leaning against the wall. "Hyung, hi… could you maybe…" Namjoon said as he tilted his head towards the door. Hobi looked at the door, then to Joon, then to the door again, then made a face of realization. "Oh! Yeah, you got it." He then proceeded to exit the room. I just watched him leave, slightly confused as why Namjoon asked him to.
"Anyway, hyung, there's something I have to tell you." My attention was brought back to Namjoon at the sound of his voice. Those words, plus the fact that it was just us two in the room made me worried. What is he going to tell me? Calm down Jin, it's not like he'll tell you he has cancer or something. Oh my god, what if he has cancer? Joonie must've sensed that I was just slightly worried, because he reassured me saying, "Don't worry hyung, it's nothing to serious." But I still couldn't help but be tense. Namjoon sucked in a sharp breath, then blurted out. "I love you," then winced backwards, squeezing his eyes shut. I am confuzzled.
"I love you to, Joonie."
"No I mean like I love-love you."
"…Huh?"
"Like, romantically."
"Oh. OH!"
Holy lover of lemon drops did he just say that? Am I dreaming? I feel like I'm dreaming.
"It's ok if you don't feel the same way just wanted to tell you I'm gonna go now haha bye!" The words spilled out of Namjoon's mouth like water out of a tea-kettle. "No wait, Joon! I never said I didn't feel the same way." I said, almost laughing it out, rather than saying it. "But you don't, do you?" I grabbed his wrist pulled him down to sit with me. "I do," I gave him a smile, hoping he could see I meant it. "You don't have to pretend, I wont be-" I cut him off a light kiss, that I almost didn't dare to make. Seeing as though he wouldn't stop doubting, I went for it.
When we pulled apart, there were childish grins plastered on both of our faces. "Maybe you do love me." Namjoon said. I rolled my eyes playfully, my heart still pounding in my chest. Finally.