Foreigner

The plague

Weeks went by without a word, or sight of the guys. I was at peace. No taunting. No hair pulling. Moments of complete silence, as my serenity. "I miss him."
I groaned, plopping my spoon down on the table. "You aren't dating him." Her face scrunched up. "Last time I checked, it wasn't a crime to miss a friend." My arms crossed as I peered at her. My brow hitched in disbelief.

"Anyways." She picked at her plate.

"What's got you in such a pissy mood."

"What?" I chuckled as she shrugged. "You seem different. More to yourself." She wasn't wrong. I tended to distance myself from things, from time to time. This whole "feelings" situation was just really off-putting for me. "Trust me it's nothing." The whole thing bugged me out. It wasn't exactly the whole, butterflies in the stomach thing. Far from it. Every time I saw him, or the slightest thought of him ran through my mind, it was like a blow to the gut. I couldn't understand it. I was flustered. I should've known. The more time I spent around him, the more intense the feelings became.

So I avoided him. I avoided all of them. The tagged photos, and videos from Tae. Calls from Jimin. The occasional text from the man himself. I didn't dare to open it. I wanted to be completely off the grid. No sign of Juyeon- I mean, Joy anywhere. "Namjoon asked about you" I nearly choked. "W-why." She shrugged as I kept my eyes down. "He said something about the guys." She shrugged, picking at her plate. Despite all of this self inflicted exile, my attention was focused on his question. "D-did he say anything else?" I subtly leaned closer into the table. She vaguely shrugged again. "I wasn't really paying attention."

I swallowed hard. My eyes fixated on the plate. Soo Hee bustling around the kitchen. "Help me clean, we're having guests over later." Is zoomed out. Leaving Soo Hee's voice to go completely over my head. Namjoon a question bounced around my head. Like a game of tennis my thoughts went back and forth. With all different types of outcomes. Why did he care? Or better yet. Who'd he been asking for? I got up. Leaving my mess on the table and heading straight for my bed. Sleep would help me ease this over.

Later in the evening

Soo Hee cleaned around the house, as I slept for hours. "Yah!" She bursts through my room, snatching the pillow from beneath my head. Beating and slapping me with the plush, padding. "You're supposed to be helping!" She yanked at my arms and legs, trying to pry me off my bed. "He could be here at any minute!" I groaned and fought against her. "Who?"

"Namjoon!" She yelled slapping my legs. I shot up. "They're coming here?" She rolled her eyes and mushed my head. "I didn't say they, I said Namjoon." I breathed a breath of relief. Slowly sinking back into my bed. "I should kick you out for leaving me, with this mess to clean." I rolled over putting the blanket back over me, and grabbing my pillow back. "He's your guest, I have nothing to do with this situation." She groaned in frustration before hitting me once again and leaving my room. I'd lain there for about another hour. Soo Hee trotting around the house, trying to find the perfect "at home chic" outfit. Whatever that meant. I sat in the living room with the tv on. My pajama shorts and oversized tshirt that stopped above my knees. I was comfortable. "Does this look good?" She twirled around. Her long black hair up in a bun, and a yellow sweatsuit that fit her perfectly. "I don't know why you'd care, this is your house." I munched on my snacks as she pouted. "But yes, it looks fine you look cute." She smiled brightly and bounced around before the doorbell rang. "I got it!" She bolted to the door.

Fixed herself up before flinging it open. I stood watching her. She was bubbly and handsy. Linking their arms and coaxing him inside. Then my eyes shifted outside  threshold. And there he stood. Coated in an all black, track suit. His eyes met mine and I froze. Like a deer in headlights. My mouth lost all moisture, and my skin became hot. I could tell that I lacked all color. My ears heated up and palms sweat. I watched as his hair bounced as he walked inside. It didn't feel real. Like time had stopped and the air grew thin. My chest tightened as he walked in further. His lip hitched slightly in a smile. And in that moment my heart skipped a beat.