**The Next Day**
You wake up groaning, stretching lazily as the thought *Will I ever survive this day?* flashes through your mind.Last night was brutal. Sleep didn't come until two hours before sunrise. Now, the clock mocks you, inching towards the inevitable.
"Ugh, hisssa..." Dragging yourself out of bed, your thoughts race—Namjoon saving your life... the man you pulled from the bridge... *Is he even okay?* Then Yoongi... and the almost-kiss you shared... Jin's intimate hug, his gentle kiss on your forehead. The week's been a whirlwind of emotions, and let's not forget the stalker. You thought his bizarre gifts and unsettling attention had stopped. Yet here you are, holding a brand-new phone he sent you. The dread of him using it to track you gnaws at the edges of your thoughts.
"Drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr." The doorbell jolts you. *Again. Why does everyone ring my doorbell?*
Sliding out of bed in your Miffy-themed pajama shorts and spaghetti-strap top, you shuffle to the door. Swinging it open, you're met with the sight of a gentle giant.
"Oh, hey. What brings you here at this hour?"
Namjoon's signature dimples deepen as he smiles. "Morning, Y/N. How are you?"
"Good, I guess? What's up? I have work soon," you mutter, scratching a mosquito bite on your neck. His gaze flickers briefly—*focus, Namjoon. Not on her collarbone.*
"I thought we could have breakfast together." He lifts a bag filled with warm crepes and a jar of homemade jam. "Oh, and these," he adds, handing you a small bouquet of peach-hued peonies.
"You really didn't have to... Thank you," you say, inhaling their delicate fragrance. *Dead flowers aren't my thing, but for once, I'll let it slide.*
Namjoon brushes his hair awkwardly. "Well, I'm already here..."
You step aside, gesturing him in. "Come on in."
The familiarity of your space doesn't faze him as he steps inside, a quiet satisfaction crossing his face. *Good move, Namjoon. Good move.*
"Have a seat in the kitchen," you say, reaching for plates.
Namjoon carefully opened the bag, releasing the faint warmth of freshly made crepes. They weren't his doing—he couldn't cook so to save his life and neighbours one as he might potentially explode the whole building. His sister, on the other hand, had reluctantly dragged herself out of bed at 4:30 AM to help him. It wasn't the first time she'd gone out of her way for him, either. She knew how overwhelming his life had become, the weight of his choices, and the quiet, constant pressure to prove himself.There had been too many failed attempts—dates that fizzled into nothing and relationships that crumbled before they began. Yet, despite it all, his sister remained steadfast, her quiet support the only anchor in his increasingly chaotic existence.
Namjoon's jaw tightened as he set the crepes on the table, the lingering scent of flour and sugar almost comforting. He couldn't help but wonder if this—small gestures, careful planning, and borrowed effort—was gonna work to connect more deeply with you.
Your younger brother Adam trudges in, eyes half-closed but nose leading the way. "Big sis, what smells so good?" he mumbles before noticing Namjoon.
"Hi there, little guy," Namjoon says, amused. *This must be Adam. He's adorable. Looks just like her.*
Adam blinks fully awake. "Who are you?"
"He's a friend," you reply, setting the table. "His name's Namjoon."
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ACATALEPSY I BTS AU
FanfictionThis is the tale of eight young adults whose fates intertwine unexpectedly through some surprising connections, friendships or sometimes quite unusual circumstances. Some characters may question their identity as well as their actual intentions and...
