Y/n has a one night stand with "Dimples". She didn't bother to learn his name since she was certain she'd never see him again. That is until she's on a video call with her step-brother, Jimin. Turns out that Jimin's roommate is "Dimples".
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Maybe
Just let your fingertips trace me
My heart's racin' now, I just can't take a breath
I'm catching you starin' again
I swear all this shit isn't just in my head
I know that we're more than
Friends...
You stir awake from a dreamless sleep. Peeking an eye open, you find the bed empty. Slowly sitting up to glance around the room, you feel a faint blush color your cheeks. You never imagined the day would come that you'd have sex in your childhood room. With your face heating up, deepening the blush on your cheeks, you decide to get up. With aching muscles, you gather your discarded clothing and pull them on.
The hallway just past your bedroom was empty. You couldn't help but wonder where Namjoon had headed off to. Taking the stairs, you head towards the living room. Your walking comes to a stop when you hear the soft murmuring of Namjoon's voice. You don't make it known that you're near because something about his voice, the gentleness in his tone, has your inner alarms going off. Remaining in the hallway, just out of sight from Namjoon, you listen in on his conversation.
"...I know I had made a promise to stop by." He sighs before adding, "But I'm busy today."
There's a pause on his end, probably allowing whoever he's talking to the space to speak. You feel your stomach twist with unease. Curiosity pricks at your skin. You wonder who he's talking to. Was it someone he's close to? Someone he considers family? A friend? Someone more than a friend? Question after question circled your mind, racing at the speed of light that it nearly dizzied you.
You know you shouldn't be listening in on his conversation and that this was probably the stupidest thing you could do, but it was like watching a car crash–you couldn't move or look away.
Namjoon breathes out a sigh. "I know what I promised, okay. But I'm with a few friends for the break. Plus, I have some obligations to take care of on my end." He says before adding, "I'll try to make my way there in a few days."
Another pause.
You feel your pulse race, drumming steadily in your ears. There's a brief moment where you wanna charge in there and demand to know who he's talking to. But as quick as the thought pops into your mind, does rationality arrive, tempering down the impulse to make a fool of yourself.
"I love you too much to not stop in." Namjoon says in a warm tone.
Your eyes widen as pinpricks of stinging hurt pokes at you. You can't help but wince at his words. Not only did he refer to you as a friend–a friend?!–but apparently he's saying I love you to some other person. You hadn't realized that the more you were listening in on his phone conversation, the more steps you took. You became very aware of how many steps you had taken the moment Namjoon's eyes locked on to your wide-eye stare.
