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Chapter 5

You just stood there and watched as the taillights of the taxi faded. You didn't know what to do with what just happened. You found it kinda hard to believe that Namjoon actually liked you. But here you were. All sorts of emotions were swirling around inside of you, was this what it felt like to love somebody? You wondered. These were definitely not butterflies in your stomach, but something more relate able to the whole Jurassic Park incident. You slowly turned around and climbed the stairs to your apartment. What had just happened? You really wanted to call Namjoon right then and there, but your fingers were stiff and your mouth was dry. You knew that it wouldn't end well. You entered your apartment and gently shut the door. You felt like any loud noise or sudden movement would somehow disturb what had just happened. You slipped off your shoes and laid on the couch, staring at the lap top that started this all. You slowly drifted off to sleep, being guided by the soft pounding of your heart.

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[NAMJOON'S POV!]

I slipped into the taxi and we drove off. I ran away. I admitted my feelings to y/n, and I just ran away like an absolute idiot. I was so mad at myself, but I didn't know how y/n would respond, and I was scared. I'll admit it. I was so freaking scared of her beautiful smile, her happy eyes and her contagious laugh. I was scared at the adorable way she scrunched up her nose when she teased me. I was scared at how self conscious she made me. I was scared that she wouldn't feel the same way. I was scared that I had ruined everything. I rested my face in my hands, forgetting that I was not alone, and let out a loud moan of anguish. The taxi driver nervously looked in the mirror at me, not knowing what to do or how to respond.

"Uh, Is everything alright back there?" The taxi driver finally cautiously asked.

"Why does love have to be so difficult?" I groaned, resting my head on the car door not very gently.

"Ah, a handsome man like you is having issues with love? Why is love so difficult you ask? Because love is love. Love is confusing. It can be one of the most beautiful things in existence, or it can have the power to destroy everything. Love can either be a healer, or it can be used as a weapon. Love is confusing, love is hard. I don't think that there is truly any answer to your question, because love is love, and love is difficult." The taxi driver let out a sympathetic chuckle.

"But what if she doesn't love me back? What if I ruined everything?" I sighed restlessly. I wanted nothing more then to hold her in my arms, to ease the pain that was thumping in my chest. I had never gotten to hold her yet, and my arms ached for the day when I would be able to.

"'What if she doesn't love me back', he says. You truly must be a fool, child! Me, in only a five minute car drive, could tell you that she loved you back! In the few times I glanced in my mirrors, I could see the way she looked at you as you looked out the window or down at your feet. I could see her fingers and hand twitch restlessly, as she obviously wanted to hold your hand. Hey, I could even feel the connection in the air between the two of you! You must really be a fool, if you do not think that she loves you back. Don't be a fool. Not tonight, since it is so late, but as soon as you can, you must go to her. You must talk to her, but also listen." The wise taxi driver explained.

I was shocked at what the taxi driver had to say, but I was also extremely grateful for his advice. I nodded. "I think that you are right." I smiled.

"Of course I am right!" The taxi driver laughed, which caused me to finally laugh, forgetting the fear that was resting in the pit of my stomach momentarily. "Now get out of my taxi, we've been parked outside of your building for nearly twenty minutes now, and I'd like to go home!" He chuckled.

I looked out the window to notice that we were in fact, parked outside of the dorm room building. I looked up and noticed the other six members looking out the windows of the building, talking to each other and laughing. I smirked to myself, imagining all the things they would be thinking about, since the car had been parked outside of the building for so long.

"Thank you for all of your help, I truly appreciate it." I smiled at the man.

"You are very welcome." He answered warmly and started the car. I never noticed that he had shut it off to begin with. I paid him what he was owed and a large tip. I felt like he deserved it. 

I exited the vehicle and noticed that the members' faces in the windows immediately vanished, which caused me to laugh. Those boys. I quickly climbed the stairs and Jungkook peaked his head around one of the doors.

"Ah, she's not with him boys. Hyung will be lonely tonight." Jungkook called out. I glared at him and smacked him (not too hard) on the back of the head.

"Show some respect to your Hyung, Jungkookie." Jimin laughed, exiting the room, followed by the others.

They all wanted to know what had happened, and most importantly if y/n had rode back to the dorms with me and if that's why the car was parked out there for so long. I answered some of their questions and told them that she had gone home and I had been talking to the taxi driver, and that's why I was down there so long. Eventually the interest died down and we all went to bed, leaving me to plan my next move quietly inside my head.