Only On Paper / JJK

Chapter 12

It's around 10:30 in the morning when you finally knock on Namjoon's door. You would've woken up earlier but now that Jungkook is no longer living with you in your apartment, sleep came easier and you knocked out cold.

The last time you had this good of rest was before Jungkook showed up. So it's only been a week or so but still, it's felt like an eternity. Being alone in your apartment last night felt so nice. It sucks that Jungkook had to move out to do so. That sinking feeling you felt yesterday comes rushing back, though it's brief.

You're soon distracted by the door opening. Namjoon peers down at you and smiles. "G'morning."

"Morning," you greet in response. Returning the smile, your heart flips when you get a glimpse of your neighbor's dimples. His ashy hair is swept up and combed to one side, and he's dressed for a day out. At least, you think he is. Not only is he wearing a pair of dark jeans and a corduroy jacket, his lips are tinted in a neutral pink, eyes shaded in a brown just slightly darker than his jacket.

If you didn't know any better, you'd think he was going on a date, but who goes out for brunch with someone they're romantically interested in? Especially when you know now that Namjoon isn't just sexually attracted to you, he actually likes you.

As he invites you inside with a flick of his wrist, you brush past him into his apartment. "So, uh, do you have plans or something?"

"What makes you say that?" He asks, closing the door and following behind you.

You glance over your shoulder with one brow raised. "Um, the way you're dressed?"

Namjoon let's out a breathy laugh. "So I can't look nice unless I'm going out? You know, I could've done all of this for you."

At his words, you stop in your tracks, but Namjoon keeps walking. He gets closer to you with a single step and that smirk you know all to well tugs at a corner of his lips. Then he's standing right in front of you, your breath lodging in your throat. What feels like a minute of him staring down at you is only a second as he grazes your body with his just to get on the other side of you. Just like that, you're looking at his back, and he's heading into the living room.

You have no idea what to say and that's a first, because you're always ready to take Namjoon down a peg. Today feels different though, because after last night's fiasco, you know he's not just trying to get into your pants anymore. The whole time, he had been flirting with you with the intention of becoming something more than just a fling and that makes it hard for you to bite back.

Lucky for you, Namjoon continues to talk, and you let out the breath you'd been holding. "The truth is I have work, but you seeing me like this is a plus."

"Oh." Your cheeks warm. "What is it that you do?"

You enter the living room, seeing the inside of Namjoon's apartment for the first time. You're not surprised that he keeps his place tidied. He's hardly ever home. You had just assumed he was doing what all fuck boys do, but maybe you had been wrong.

"I, uh, I'm a music producer."

You turn to look at him with your mouth gaping, hoping he would elaborate, but he turns away and goes into the kitchen.

"Wow, really?!" You don't mean to sound so shocked but this is Namjoon you're talking to. "Have I heard any of your music before? Like on the radio or Spotify?"

"I've been trying to get your attention for months, and all I had to do was mention my job and now you want to talk to me?" Namjoon sighs, and you can just imagine the hurt expression he's feigning. "Hey, do you want something to eat?"