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Namjoon

Namjoon- Forgotten Keys

Namjoon cursed loudly as he checked and rechecked every pocket and his backpack for his keys. 

"I can't believe I lost my keys, again. Yoongi is going to kill me if I call him for my spare at this time of night." He sighed loudly and put all of his belongings back into his bag, mumbling the whole time.

 He was so caught up with cursing his bad luck he didn't hear his neighbor pull up in her driveway.

She got out of her car and looked over at Namjoon curiously. She walked up to the short fence separating them and cleared her throat. 

"Hey, everything alright?" Namjoon looked up at the owner of the voice, his expression showing his frustration. 

"Not really. I lost my keys." He said with a sigh.

 She chuckled, "Again? Really, Namjoon?"

"Shut up." He said as he threw a crumpled up receipt at her. She dodged the receipt and laughed at him. 

"Please tell me you have a spare key. You've got next to no chance of getting a locksmith out at this time of night." She said noting the late hour. 

Namjoon stood up and slung his backpack over his shoulder. "Yoongi has one."

"Ooohhh you're in trouble. He'll kill you." She teased as he ran a hand down his face as he tried to think of a solution.

 "Wait. I think I might have left my bathroom window open!" he exclaimed.

 She raised an eyebrow at him, "Namjoon, your bathroom is on the second floor and the window is tiny." 

He grinned at her. "I won't fit through the window, but you could." 

Her eyebrows shot up "Me? You want me to climb in your bathroom window?!" she shook her head. "Nuh uh. No way!"

"Come on! It'll be really easy! You can climb on top of the fence and shimmy up the drain pipe! It'll be a piece of cake!" she put her hand on her hip as she gave him a look. 

"Namjoon, just call Yoongi." He shook his head.

 "No way. He didn't sleep at all last night so if I call him and he's sleeping he will actually murder me. Come on. Just this once. Please?" he said giving her his best attempt at aegyo. 

She threw her hands up in defeat. "Fine! Just stop trying to be cute because its not working~" She said as she made her way to her own house. "I'm going to change into something more comfortable." She shouted over her shoulder as she let herself into her house.

Namjoon was only imagining what she would come out wearing. sweats? shorts? ahh shorts...

She reappeared after changing, looking nervous. 

"I cannot believe I am about to break into your house." She mumbled as they went to the back of his house. She looked up at the window wondering if it had always been that high up. Namjoon dropped his bag, thankful that the security light had come on to illuminate the garden. He looked up at the window, suddenly unsure about his plan. 

"Look, if you don't want to do this..." he started but she shook her head.

 "Let's at least give it a try."she says.

She took a deep breath and climbed onto the fence. Namjoon standing below her, ready to catch her if she fell. She looked up at the window, her hands sweaty with nerves. She rubbed her hands on her thighs. 

"Right, here goes nothing." She reached forward for the drain pipe, both hands and feet clinging onto it for dear life. 

"OOMMOO! omo  Oh my-!" she chanted, too afraid to move. Namjoon suppressed the urge to laugh. "Are you okay babe?" he asked as he hovered underneath her. 

"Do I look okay to you?!" she yelled.

"Please don't tell me you're stuck. I really don't want to call anyone else..." he said, a small laugh making its way out of his mouth. 

"Kim Namjoon when I get down from here, I swear I am going to kill you!" she wailed. She felt her hands start to slip. She let out a loud scream as she lost her grip and fell backwards. She was saved from hitting the hard concrete by Namjoon who caught her, falling underneath her to cushion her fall.

She opened her eyes and looked up at Namjoon's face which was contorted in pain. 

"Aish!... Namjoon!" she said as she scrambled off of him and shook him. 

"Namjoon! Please don't be dead!" she wailed. Namjoon let out a weak chuckle. 

"Are you ok?" he asked as he slowly sat up, wincing as he did so.

 She slapped his arm, "I'm fine you pabo. What about you?" she said as she started looking him over for injuries. 

He rubbed the back of his head, "I'm good." He said with a grin. She let out a relieved sigh, "You scared the crap out of me."

 "...I'm not the one who just fell off a building. I shouldn't have asked you to do something so dangerous." He said, his tone showing his guilt. 

"Hey." She said gently as she pushed his shoulder to get his attention.

 "It's not like you forced me or anything. It's all good." She said giving him a warm smile.

"Looks like I'm not getting in my house tonight." He pulls out his phone. 

" You're not calling Yoongi are you?" she scoffs. 

"Ha, does it look like I want to die by his wrath? ... I'm looking for a hotel to stay at for tonight." he says without looking up from his phone. 

She sighs, " You can stay at my house for the night... no need for you to spend money." Namjoon puts down his phone and looks at her face. 

The sky booms with thunder. She stands up and puts her hand out. "Ppalli, its about to rain" He grabs her hand and the head to her house.

As they were inside, " Hey, do you want some water or anything?" She says while bending down to take off her sneakers. His hands snake around her waist bringing her close to him. 

"Namj- Wha" She stands up and face Namjoon. She knew exactly where this was going and liked it. She has formed this new feelings for him ever since she moved next door a year ago. Her arms wrap around his neck and he closes the space between them. He pushes her to the wall and deepens the kiss.

" Mm Namjoon" she gasps as his hand found its way inside her pants. " Do you know how long Ive been waiting for this?"

She has been waiting for this longer than he knows, but she just smiles.

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