Kim Namjoon - I don't believe in love, and if you are looking for that in me and us, then you should stop right here, Y/N.
Y/N - I'm not searching for love either, and I don't want you to feel anything special for me.
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Y/N - Why don't you i...
I was waiting for Hannie to come home. I stood in the balcony, hoping to see him. How should I start talking to him about Geum Hi? Should I wait for him to bring it up? We haven't really talked in the last few days, and I'm just happy that we're together today. Tomorrow, I'll be with him in the practice room, and the day after that, he has the day off. We'll finally get to spend some peaceful time together before his concert. The thought of being without Hannie for a month is already killing me.
As I was lost in these thoughts, I saw Hannie's car entering the building, but it came from a different direction. The route from Hybe isn't from that side. Anyway, I decided to leave it and focus on the fact that I was just happy to see him. I quickly went near the gate the moment I heard someone entering the passcode to the door.
y/n - finally you are back heartbeat
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I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling the familiar warmth of his presence. Hannie hugged me back tightly, pulling me closer into his arms. I could feel him relax, his eyes closed as he held me. Every inch of his presence was soothing, and in that moment, the heaviness in my chest seemed to lighten.
But as he hugged me, I was sure something was bothering him-his unsteady heartbeat, his way of breathing. I gently patted his back and felt like he was hiding himself from everyone, trying to conceal himself in me.
Hannie - Yes, I am finally back, heart piece. As soon as he said this, I knew something was not right. Something was bothering him. I placed my hand on his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin under my palm. I looked into his eyes, searching for the emotions he was trying to hide. His eyes were a whirlwind of emotions-pain, anxiety, and something else I couldn't quite place.
Hannie seemed to realize that I was trying to understand his feelings, and he gently tried to move my hand away from his cheek. He knew that for me, his eyes were windows to his soul. But as he attempted to remove my hand, I softly placed my hand behind his head and gently pulled his forehead down. I pressed a tender kiss to his forehead.
I just wanted to calm him, and that forehead kiss seemed to work. Hannie hugged me again, tighter this time, as if he found some solace in my touch.
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