BTS Imagines

Rap Monster --- I Hate Everything About You Pt. 2

I sighed for the millionth time today, as I, once again, walked towards the library. Today, hadn't been such a great idea. One of those stupid popular girls, Mina, had "accidentally" spilled her lunch on me. That, of course, resulted in me punching her, which got us both sent down to the office. They only listened to her side of the story, and I got detention everyday for two weeks. Wonderful, right?

Now, I had to go see Namjoon in the library. Just great. I had to put up with his stupid face and seductive voice. I scowled. 'Stop it. His voice isn't seductive.' I scolded myself. Once I finally arrived at the library, I slammed open the door, waking up the poor librarian. I sent an apologetic smile to her. Ms. Yuna, the librarian, was a woman who looked like she was in her early twenties. She already had a pair of twins and her husband to look after, so she was normally sleeping in here after school.

I whispered an apology to her, and handed her a small paper bag with a danish. Ms. Yuna's face lit up once she looked in it. I also handed her a coffee. "Tell the twins I said hi." She nodded, and with that, I walked over to the side of the library with the tables.

Namjoon was sitting at the same table as yesterday. I set my books down gently, as he had his head down on the table. "Namjoon-ssi?" I whispered. He simply moved his arms in closer to his face. I lightly shook his shoulder as I checked my phone. I was only five minutes late, how could he have fallen asleep so quickly? Namjoon moved his head, exposing his face. My face heated up as I studied it.

After yesterday, I didn't view as completely horrible, he probably just didn't know how to interact with me. Right? Yeah, sure. Back to his perfectly structured face. His lips were slightly parted, and his eyelashes were brushing his cheeks. Namjoon twitched slightly, making a strand of hair fall into his face. I reached out instinctively to brush it out of the way. As soon as my fingers brushed his forehead, his hand darted up and grabbed my wrist. I yelped and tried to pull it back, but he had a strong grip on it.

Namjoon didn't move again, nor did his grip loosen. I tried tugging my wrist back towards me, but only pulled me to him. My face flushed more, seeing as though I was mere inches from his face. He now had all of my arm and he was resting his head on it. I was standing up with my knees slightly bent, so I could be more comfortable. After a few more minutes of struggling, I gave up.

I instead kneeled down on the carpet, and rested my head on my other arm. Sighing, I unconsciously leaned towards Namjoon's warmth and fell asleep.

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"What the hell?!" I jerked awake at a deep voice and fell backwards. I rubbed my eyes and looked up. Namjoon was standing by the table, looking at me like I was crazy. "What?" I muttered, getting up. "What do you mean what? Why the hell was your face right next to mine while I was sleeping?" He yelled at me. I looked around the library, and discovered it was empty.

I got to my feet and dusted off my uniform. "First of all, you were the one who pulled my arm towards you in your sleep. Secondly, do you have to be so loud? We're in a library after all." Even though his face reddened slightly, he threw his arms up. "There is nobody here! It's almost seven in the afternoon!" My eyes widened, and I sprinted toward the library doors. I pulled and pushed on them, but they were locked. I sighed in exasperation. "Unbelievable. I'm stuck in the school library for the rest of the night and early morning with Kim Namjoon of all people in the world." I mumbled to myself.

Then, as if my day (or night rather) couldn't get any worse, the lights went off. I gripped the handle of the library door and let out a small whimper. Yep, the so-called bad girl of the school was scared of the dark. Stupid, right? I scooted closer to the door and looked around in the pitch black darkness. "Namjoon?" I whispered, terrified out of my mind. A flash of light scared me and made me scream. "Jesus! Calm down!" A flashlight shined on my face, making me look away. "I was just getting a light."

As quick as the light was turned on, it turned was off. "Dammit!" Namjoon cursed in the darkness. I sunk down to the floor, hugging my knees to my chest. I felt salty tears make their way down my face. Biting back a sob, I buried my face in my knees. Not a minute later, a light peeked between my knees. "There we g- Hey, are you okay?" Namjoon noticed my ball-like form on the ground. He crouched down in front of me. His warm hand gently rubbed my knee. "(Y/n)? Are you okay?" I let out a whimper in response to his gentle voice.

"Are you... Are you scared of the dark?" He asked. I tensed, frozen in my spot. "No." My voice cracked. Namjoon's hand left my knee, but his arm wrapped around my shoulders. He pulled me closer to him. "It's okay to be scared, (Y/n). It doesn't matter who you are." His arm tightened around me. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling slightly safer. We stayed like that for a while, just taking in the situation.

I felt something soft and warm press against my head in the dark suddenly. My face heated up and I whipped my head to face him. Although I couldn't see him properly, seeing as though the light was facing away from us, I was able to make out a faint outline of him. The same thing that had pressed against my head moments ago pressed against my lips.

Kim Namjoon was kissing me. The boy who I thought hate my guts, so I hated him as well, was kissing me. I had to admit, I kind of liked it. Without realizing it, I leaned into the kiss. Namjoon pulled away from me, and I could feel the smugness radiating off of him. I huffed at the smirk I could literally sense. Scowling, I rested my head back down on his shoulder. I felt his soft lips press against the crown of my head, and my face flushed once again. We sat there in the comfortable silence, with him playing with the ends of my hair.

"I still hate you."

"Whatever you want."