Proximity| A Kim Namjoon Fanfiction [Hyung Line Book 1] **COMPLETED**

Happy Namjoonween!

A/N: I thought for this update I would do something fun, since my birthday is on Halloween! Here is a cute short story, hope you enjoy! ^^

~~~~~~~ 2 years ago~~~~~~

"Tomorrow is that Halloween party Y/N are we gonna go?" Namjoon asks me

"Of course, but I wanna go in a cool costume. Let's be Batman and Catwoman!" I scream excitedly hitting him repeatedly in the arm.

"I kind of wanted to be Ryan" he says

I stare at him dead in the face.

He wants to dress up as a kakao talk character? 

A grown ass 20 year old man wants to dress up as a bear?

"Are you kidding me right now?" I ask

"What? He's cute! I kind of look like him too, you have to agree with me on that at least." he replies

"You look like him, sure. But you're not cute." I say

"Y/N-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh why are you so cold to me?" he says rolling around on my bed 

"You know I love you" I say blowing a kiss at him and then he smiles that cute smile where his chin kind of pops out proudly.

This boy.

"Ok so how about we go as each other?" I ask excitedly

"I mean yeah Y/N I would get scared if I saw your face. You're so smart, this is why we are friends." he replies

"Wow. That was so funny I forgot to laugh. Fine we'll go as each other, let's just go to sleep." I say

"Come here ugly." he says enveloping me in his arms, and I cuddle into his embrace.

We're just friends. Nothing more.

~~~~~~ The next day~~~~~~

Namjoon and I are getting ready to go to the party. He's dressed like me identically, but he keeps doing an annoying voice and insists that it's me, I swear if he wasn't my best friend I would have already punched him. I am wearing something that does not go together at all, which is basically his everyday fashion. He says he's just very fashion forward but the world just doesn't understand. 

Yeah, okay.

We took a cab to the party and when we get there the party is already in full swing. When I walk in the door there's a cute guy watching me, I see Namjoon out of the corner of my eye staring him down and he grabs me by the hand and interlocks our fingers.

"What are you doing?" I ask as I take his hand away from mine.

"Nothing, I'm gonna go get a drink." He says disappointedly staring at his hand then walks towards the kitchen to get a drink.

He takes a while to get his drink so I go check up on him, only to see a girl all over him and rubbing her hands up and down his torso. When I see this I walk away, and proceed to do  a row of shots.

Stupid Namjoon. Why do I like you so much?

Stupid girl. Stop touching him.

"Y/N-ahhhhhhhhhh!" I hear Namjoon angrily scream from the kitchen

"What?!" I scream back from the bar outside on the counter top.

He points to me then says, "I found someone who likes me! And it's not you!"

"What are you talking about? I love you!" I scream

He starts walking towards me. He can't seem to walk straight, I think he's drunk.

"You love me?" he asks in disbelief

I get up from my chair. Woah. Guess I drank too much too.

"Yeah... you know I do." I say

"Come with me." He replies and leads me towards the stairs. We go up to a room and he closes the door. I'm already laying down in bed, he slowly lays down beside me and he faces me. He starts caressing my face, and I feel my cheeks getting warmer.

I think I drank too much.

He stares into my eyes and then his eyes scan every inch of my face, before he leans in to kiss me and I let him. They're very innocent kisses, but these seem to make my heart beat even faster than a passionate kiss could. It's like he's trying to treasure this moment as if it were his last. My heart swells at the thought, and I kiss him back.

I don't even remember when it was that we fell asleep. The last thing I remember before fading away was the soft gesture of his lips as they swept against mine one last time.

Namjoon's POV

I kissed her. And she kissed me back. This changes everything. I'm already awake because I can't fall back asleep knowing that when she wakes up everything will change. I stare at her silhouette as the morning sun hits her across her face.

She's so beautiful.

Y/N shakes in her sleep before she wakes up. She stares at me kind of surprised that we're sleeping so close. She starts to get up, then looks to me and says,

"What happened last night?" 

She doesn't remember.

Before I was able to respond the door slams open and a guy says,

"You guys gotta get out of here, my parents came home early from their trip I have to clean all of this up; come on let's go!"

We gather our things, grab a cab then go home. I never mention what happened again that night for the fear that if she ever found out she would never feel the same. I will always keep it in my memory, knowing that soon I'll leave and probably never see her again.