Ocean Eyes • Kim Namjoon

Chapter 8: Murder She Wrote

Namjoon pulled you into his room and closed the door pretty hard.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" You asked but he just cupped your face and kissed the ever-living shit out of you. Honestly, you thought he was going to bruise your lips with the force behind it.

He pulled away and took a deep breath, almost as if he was trying to calm himself down. Your heart was pounding (you don't really know if it was because of nerves or the kiss honestly) and you were a bit winded.

"Sorry, I was just annoyed." You were confused about that. Why the heck would he be annoyed?

"Why?" You verbalized all your concerns into that one word. His hands were still on your face and he was rubbing his thumbs soothingly over your cheeks.

"You do look really good, but I don't like anyone else commenting on it. It made me angry." You were taken aback. That didn't sound like he was about to crush all of your hopes and dreams. You were relieved and all but what gives dude? Why does he bother acting like he has actual feelings for you? You also couldn't process how (even though he's called you gorgeous more times than you can count) he thought you looked good when you feel like you've been hit by a train.

"Ew, why?" You couldn't help the words that came out of your mouth. You were confused and were trying to make sense of what was happening - any way that you could.

You became even more confused when Namjoon seemed to deflate a bit. You were undeniably in love with this guy but he was confusing the crap out of you. In fact, you kind of wanted to smack some sense into him.

"Oh..." He pulled away from you and you were ready to scream. Why the heck is he acting like you hurt his feelings when (and you can't stress this enough) he doesn't even like you.

He opened the door to his room, and he looked disappointed and even though he was pissing you off at this moment, you didn't like seeing him upset. You leaned forward and kissed him. You kissed him until he started kissing back and when you pulled away, he chased your lips.

"2 more minutes," he muttered before kissing you again. You smiled to yourself because he seemed back to normal and less moody. You indulged him for a bit longer until you heard one of your friends shout about breakfast being done.

"Come on, Joon. Let's go," you muttered after he had pulled away.

You guys walked out of his room (he was looking much happier than before - you were still an anxious wreck if you're honest) and were welcomed by the smell of eggs and bacon.

You and Namjoon were getting ready to sit down when you had stubbed your pinky toe super hard on the chair as you were getting ready to sit down. You hunched over in immediate pain and groaned out the ever appropriate, "fuck me."

"Don't you have Namjoon for that?" Your friend (the one who pissed off Namjoon by mentioning you looking good) said. Your eyes went wide and you heard Namjoon growl beside you.

"I'm going to fucking kill him." You had never heard Namjoon sound like that and chills went down your spine. You honestly felt terrified in that moment. You looked up at your friend with your wide eyes and red cheeks and you squeaked out an 'excuse me?'

He looked around the room and realized that not only was everyone was staring at him, but you were obviously embarrassed and Namjoon looked like he was plotting his murder.

"Oh, shit I'm sorry! You guys have just been hanging out a lot and -" he was abruptly cut off by Namjoon.

"Just shut up." His voice was aggressive and you and your friend gulped, both equally scared of Namjoon at the moment.

———

The rest of the day was uneventful (granted, a bit awkward). The most interesting thing that happened was that Namjoon and your offending friend went for a walk together around 9pm, and suspiciously Namjoon returned, but your other friend did not. You tried thinking rationally that Namjoon probably didn't actually kill him, but like, what if he did?

It was a bit suspicious when Namjoon returned (much happier than when he left) and he was alone. When you asked Namjoon where your friend was, all he simply did was shrug his shoulders and say 'I don't know. Didn't he come back?'

"Well obviously he didn't come back if I'm asking you about him." You thought. You wouldn't dare actually say it in fears of making him mad, you know. Just in case...

———

You woke up around 9am and walked into the kitchen only to find that your friend wasn't around. You even went and knocked on his door, thinking he could've been asleep. When he didn't answer the door though, you started to really get worried.

You poured yourself coffee and tried not to flinch when Namjoon came up beside you. Yeah, you loved the guy and everything but things weren't looking so good for him. You could not ignore the evidence.

"Are you okay? You look a bit pale," Namjoon commented, casually putting his hand on your forehead to check your temperature - a perfectly harmless action but it sent shivers down your spine.

"Uh, yeah! I'm all good. Just a bit wo-" your sentence was cut off by none other than the guy you were stressing out for.

"Morning bitches! I got donuts!" Your jaw dropped so hard. You were in a complete state of disbelief.

"What?? I thought you died!" You couldn't help but exclaim.

"Oh, me too my dude. That line almost killed me I tell ya." He came over to you and presented to you a box of donuts. "Consider this an apology for my comment yesterday. Namjoon and I talked and he told me it was out of line. I even borrowed his car early this morning to get these suckers! Apparently they sell out super fast so I wanted to make sure to get you one."

"So, when you and Namjoon walked last night, you and him were talking about crossing a line?"

He nodded enthusiastically. "Yup! Whatta guy huh?"

You nervously glanced at Namjoon and nodded. "Yeah, whatta guy...."