2018 Winters

Confrontation

•2018 Winters•

Namjoon was busy packing his luggage in his room when seokjin knocked over his door to ask for dinner preparations because it was mostly takeaway for namjoon since he didn't know much about cooking while seokjin felt bad eating home-cooked alone by himself, namjoon opened the door to his room when seokjin noticed the luggage and was concerned, he was only here to ask if namjoon would eat food cooked by him but this situation seemed to be unexpected.

Seokjin promised himself many times to do his best and every time he backpedaled. He had recently finished rearranging the last things from the boxes, yet he still looked around with alert and curious eyes. It wasn't easy to get used to new places for him, especially if sharing that space with someone who to all intents and purposes was more than a friend.

He didn't remember exactly for what absurd reason they had found themselves there together or he simply wanted to pretend to not give it so much weight. In a small part, he thought it was a fate twist, but he hated feeling sorry for himself. During the first few weeks, he had tried to get out of his shell, put an end to the air of boredom in that house, but every time he had tried he had been electrocuted.

From what? The answer was a pair of round, dark eyes, kind enough to calm anyone down. He'd avoided them when he could, but he'd be a hypocrite if he continued that way. That's why that night he had put aside the past and had reached out his hand. He thought that this was a suitable way to strike up a decent conversation, it was exhausting to feel alone even though there were two of them.

He had left dinner on the table, a spark of hope warming his chest reached into his voice "I would love to dine with you, Namjoon" A few words, a proposition that died as soon as he leaned over to see the luggage. It had no reason to be there, open and ready to be filled. It was what he feared.

"Oh... Did I disturb you?"

The older blinked as he heard to the unexpected offer while he kept his gaze low as he mumbled in his low tone. "I...was planning to leave before dinner- but...thanks for the offer."

Those words gave Seokjin an answer he'd probably already been aware of for days. Try as they might, neither of them had really taken a step forward. They were still, as if they were waiting for something that could mend that invisible space between them. He shrugged, leaning against the door frame. Lips pursed and eyes wandering towards the shape of the luggage.

"Oh... Sure, don't worry" he should have gotten used to it, but that time something seemed to slightly hurt him deeply. "I cooked an extra course, didn't want you to move again. I know the cost of gas has skyrocketed lately, but you don't have to stay."

Namjoon felt a bit awkward from the conversation knowing seokjin was the reason why he couldn't stay as he remained quiet for a while before replying "You...cooked for me?"

For a moment, Seokjin's eyes lifted up to frame that look he knew all too well. No matter how much time had passed, nothing could erase the details of that face from his mind. "Well...."

It was true, he hadn't minded his own words too much. The only thing he had thought up to that moment was to make an innocuous invitation, something that he managed to not push them further away. In doing so, though, he'd really hoped Namjoon's answer wasn't a 'no'.
"Mh..." he nodded softly, his gaze dropping again, falsely innocent.

The older let's out a deep sigh as he looked off from the other with a sudden ache to his chest, he hated it so much that he wanted to be weak again, it was only because of how seokjin had always been, too caring but when he wanted to close the gap all he faced was more distance, he walks back hesitantly to put down the clothes from his closet as he mumbled.