Love Is Not Over || Namgi || ✔

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Yoongi knew that something was off the moment he got Namjoon's text.

Namjoon, perhaps the most dedicated student he knew, would never take a break from his schoolwork just to text someone if it wasn't extremely important and urgent. And yet, during a time Yoongi knew he had a class, he had texted Yoongi, merely saying, Hyung, I need to tell you something later today after our classes.

And that was it. That was all that Yoongi had been left with, a vague message Namjoon didn't elaborate on at all to itch at his brain for the next few hours. He had been eating lunch at the time, but after reading over Namjoon's text multiple times, he barely had any appetite left.

It had been a bit over three weeks now since Namjoon's failed attempt to ask out Seokjin, but things still weren't the same as they were before. And honestly, Yoongi wasn't entirely sure how to feel about it.

Namjoon was acting different. He seemed more clingy with Yoongi, more eager for his usual friendly affections. Hell, he had even caught Namjoon staring at him with an unreadable yet undoubtedly positive expression on his face a few times.

Yoongi didn't know how to feel about it, but his heart sure as hell did. The part of him who had crushed on Namjoon for years now was absolutely thrilled about this development.

Yoongi had always tried to keep his hopes low when it came to Namjoon. He couldn't let himself be heartbroken by confusing mere gestures of friendship with something more. It was hard to do that, though, with Namjoon acting this way. He couldn't stop his heart from leaping into the air whenever Namjoon gave him a hug before they went to sleep or did his best to cook dinner for the two of them even if he wasn't good at it with the excuse that he "wanted to give Yoongi-hyung a break and take care of him every once in a while".

But even with all the change, he still couldn't figure out what Namjoon's message actually meant. All he knew was that it was unusual.

Later that day, during the early evening when the sun began to sink under the trees, Yoongi finally arrived home. Normally he would have stuck around at the library for a bit longer, but today, he went straight home from his final lecture. And it was only when he finally stepped through the door that he realized just how unusual things actually were.

Namjoon, normally so calm when he had time to prepare what he had to say, so articulate and pedantic, was an absolute mess, stumbling through his words from the moment Yoongi entered the apartment. His hands clutched his hair as he paced around the apartment in front of Yoongi, and the few sentence fragments Yoongi was able to catch sounded like pure nonsense for the most part.

He grabbed a few loose pieces of paper with text printed on them from the table where they had been sitting. Yoongi could see various words crossed-out, messy handwriting in the margins. Namjoon shuffled through them frantically, his words a bit clearer now that he was directly facing Yoongi. "I tried- tried writing letters to tell you, I did, but I just didn't know - what should I say, and writing it down still didn't help-"

Namjoon's stuttering his way through an explanation of how he had tried to tell Yoongi, but Yoongi didn't even have any idea what Namjoon had wanted to tell him, and clearly in this state of mind Namjoon isn't going to spell it out for him clearly either. He stepped forward, gently yet firmly placing his hands on Namjoon's shoulders, prompting him to stay still.

"Namjoonie, Namjoon-ah. Calm down. Take deep breaths," Yoongi instructed, Namjoon doing his best to follow what he was telling him. "What's got you so worked up, Joon-ah? What do you want to tell hyung?"

Namjoon took a final deep breath before letting more words spill out of him, a bit less quick and much more comprehensible now. "Hyung, I..." he hesitated for a moment, as if unsure whether he should let himself say more. "I think I like you. As- more than a friend."

Namjoon's head drooped down, unable to keep eye contact with him anymore, but he didn't pause again before continuing. "Love you. Or maybe it isn't long enough to say that yet. I'm not sure how long it's been. I think...it's been a while now. Months. I just didn't realize before, I think. I just...I don't know, hyung. All I know is that I love when you hug me or touch me or play with my hair, and I love talking with you and I just feel...complete. I guess. When I talk to you. It all feels right. And I always want it more. I want us to be more," Namjoon took another shaky breath, right hand clutching his left arm. "I'm sorry, hyung. I don't want to make you uncomfortable. I know we can't. I know you like someone else and obviously you'd want to be with them instead of- well, me. I just wanted to be honest with you. Because we both deserve that, I think."

Namjoon looked ashamed, a sad expression on his face as he fiddled with the papers still in his hands, curling into himself as if he expected Yoongi to be angry at him, and the sight broke Yoongi's heart. Stepping even closer so that their chests were practically touching now, Yoongi lifted up Namjoon's chin with his fingers and leaned in, pressing a soft, chaste kiss to his lips.

Namjoon gasped into his mouth, shocked, but quickly reciprocated, moving his lips against Yoongi's in an exploratory rhythm. Yoongi felt like he was going to explode with the rush that was going straight to his heart – Namjoon's lips were just as soft and pillowy as he had always imagined them to be, his small noises just as delicious as they poured out of him.

After a few blissful seconds longer, Namjoon pulled away, his cheeks flushed as he gasped for breath. "Hyungie-" was all he could manage to get out, and Yoongi realized that at some point during the kiss Namjoon had grabbed his shirt, and now his fingers still gripped it loosely. In that moment, he was staring at Yoongi like he was truly the most wonderful thing in his entire world. His beautiful eyes sparkled, and as a smile took over his face his dimples dug at the sides of his mouth.

Yoongi wasn't given a chance to respond before he was pulled forward for another hungry yet loving kiss, and kissing Namjoon was so perfect that he found that he didn't mind at all.

There would be other times for words, for discussion.

Right now, all they needed was each other, and Yoongi couldn't imagine wanting anything more.

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well, there it is. the end of this story

i sincerely hope you enjoyed reading it as much as i've enjoyed writing it - i was genuinely so excited for this story that i wrote this whole last chapter in a day haha

over the next week or two i'll be editing this a bit, so if you come back later for whatever reason you'll notice some minor differences, but nothing too major - i'm just fixing up the prose a little, that's all :)