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26: Friends 💚

Jin's POV

I entered the room to see Namjoon trying to control his anger. "What happened, Namjoon?"

"That fucker kissed her in front of me. Did you see how he was staring at me? He was challenging me."

"But Mirae didn't push her away. She even kissed back." He barked and I sighed before going to him. "How long are you going to hurt yourself while loving someone who doesn't even care about you?"

He turned to look at me while frowning. I chuckled and shook my head. "When are you going to realise that there are people who actually care for you."

"What do you mean?"

"You know, Namjoon, it hurts when you have someone in your heart but you can't have them in your arms." I said to him sternly.

"Jin, have you ever been in love? Do you even love someone?" He asked and I looked at him blankly.

I slowly moved towards him and grabbed his neck, pulling him to my face and kissing him. I kissed him deeply, cupping his face but he pushed me back.

I chuckled looking at his shocked face and shook my head. "You're reserved so better not hit on anyone."

"Jin, are you fucking crazy?" He barked and covered his mouth. "We are not dating!"

I fisted my hands and clenched my jaws. "Should I act heartbroken?" I screamed. "Should I cry?"

I turned back to walk towards the door when he grabbed my wrist and I glared at him. "What is your problem exactly, Jin?"

"Let go of me!" I screamed and tried to yank my hand from him but he held it tight. "I won't! Unless you tell me what's wrong, Jin!"

"I'm jealous, alright?" I yelled and he frowned, releasing my hand. "Why are you jealous?" He asked and I chuckled bitterly.

"You are smart at everything, Namjoon but a complete idiot with feelings!" I commented. He was staring at me in confusion.

"Stare at me like that and I'll kiss you till you drop!" I said and his eyes widened. "What's wrong with you?"

"I fucking love you, Namjoon! Can't you see that? Ever since we were friends! I have liked you." I finally confessed.

I almost refuse. But the ache for him is stronger than my anger. I want to speak of something not dead or divine. I want him to live for himself.

At first it is strange. I am used to keeping him from other girls, to hoarding him for myself without lashing out on him.

But the memories well up like spring water, faster than I can hold them back. They do not come as words, but like dreams, rising as scent from the rain-wet earth.

The way his hair looked in summer sun. His face when he ran. His eyes, solemn as an owl at lessons. This and this and this. So many moments of happiness with me, crowding forward.

Namjoon closes his eyes. The skin over them is the colour of sand in winter. He listens, and he too remembers.

He remembers standing on a beach, hair black and a long mullet. Slate-grey waves smash against rocks. Then a mortal's hands, brutal and bruising on his polished skin. The sand scraped his raw, and the tearing inside when we went to the beach trip.

The gods, after, tying him to me.

Despite his attitude to orderliness, I am drawn to him by the way he talks endlessly and the things he says and that is how we became friends at first.

He talks like poetry. He fizz like lemonade, bittersweet; he does not care what other people think of his clothes or the wild way he dances.

He is dreamlike, with the sort of face that does not even need make-up. Many girls and boys fall in love with him and later so too will many people will but he pretends not to care.

One night he decides to kiss as many girls as he can; it is a game to him. He is writing a book already and he has this air of knowing artfulness and because I trust him, I see him doing everything in front of my eyes.

Namjoon hung his head low in silence. The silence that was louder than the noise of a bullet shot. I sighed and looked at him painfully.

"Just forget that I ever said things like that to you, Namjoon. Forget it."