Eighteen (Namjoon x Reader)

Chapter Fifteen

It was friday and I had just sat down in the staff room to eat my lunch. I chose to sit at an empty table. I opened my lunch and dug in. Yoongi and Namjoon strolled in, eyes falling on me. I diverted my gaze to the staff coffee machine on the counter. I continue to keep my eyes on the same old coffee pot because if I looked away I could possibly make eye contact with Namjoon and Yoongi. Namjoon. What would I tell him? How in the ever loving fuck could I go up to him and say 'hey, I've been a mega-bitch recently and ignored you and more or less rejected you that one time and yeah, made you have an argument with one of your best friends but will you accept me?' See, that wouldn't work at all. I wait until the time is right? No, at this rate the time will never be right.

I finished eating my lunch and went back to work. Hoseok and I started working on the new song again. I felt my insparation entering my body again. It was like I drank 2000 energy drinks at once. My fingers moved like magic on the piano. I felt at peace with myself for the first time in what felt like a lifetime. I saw the light come back to Hoseok too. I always admired his empathy but it was more of a curse. If someone was extremely upset, he was too.

The end of my day, I say goodbye to hoseok and start to clean up. I should talk with Yoongi. Above all he is a friend I have taken for granted and I need to apologize to him. I set my bag in the studio and walk to the dance room. I open the door, earning a glance from everyone. "Hey guys!" I say. I walk over to Yoongi, laying on the ground with his limbs stretched out like a starfish. "Can I chat with you for a bit, outside?" I said, bending down.

He shot up "of course, let's go." he says. We walk, in silence, to the studio. "What do you want to talk to me about?" he says as we sit down.

"I-I know how I feel know," I start confidently "I love Namjoon. I am so so so so sorry I ignored you and acted like we weren't friends, I just felt like a burden on you."

"I'm so happy you know your feelings." he says, eyes dropping to his hands " and I know this is bad timing but I have a cru-" I cut him off.

"I know, it's alright. I love you so much, but not romantically." I say grabbing his clenched hands.

"I love you too. You know, Namjoon was so depressed when you didn't talk to him, he cares very deeply about you." he says humbly.

"Also, I have a plan. I'm going to drop by the dorm by eight, don't tell anybody. I want to tell Namjoon then." I say.

"You want to confess to Namjoon in a smelly boy's dorm? You must have amazing taste." He laughs.

We sit there laughing as hard as we have in a long time. It felt amazing.

--TIME SKIP--

I walk up to the building of BTS' dorm. I press on the intercom button and I hear a familiar ringing noise. I wait about ten seconds until I hear Yoongis raspy voice "Hay, come on in. I am just going to tell the guys that some person had the wrong room number."

"Thanks, make sure to get the door." I say.

I step up to the door and take a deep breath, this is it I guess. I hit the door with the back of my fist thrice. I hear heavy footsteps coming up to the door. The door is pulled open by Yoongi. "Come on in" He says, opening the door all the way. "Namjoon is in the music room, I'll show you where it is"

"Alright" I say under my breath, to to be heard.

We walked down a messy, littered with boxes and shoes, to a shut door. Yoongi knocked on the door. "Hay, Namjoon, someone is here to see you." Yoongi announced.

"Let them in, the door's not locked." He said in monotone.

My hands tremble over the shiny doorknob as I shakily open the door. Yoongi disappears from behind me, to where, I don't know. He turn in his chair and his eyes go wide. He immediately stands up. He opens his mouth to say something but I think fast. "I'm sorry."I say with pleading eyes. His mouth shuts "i've been a horrible friend recently and I can't regret it more."

"Y/N, it's absolutely fine, I understand." he says as he grabs my shoulders to pull me into a hug.

I wrap my hands around his waist and hold my wrist. I place my chin over his shoulder. One breath in, one breath out. "I love you"

That one phrase has haunted me until now. Relationships come with this expectation of being happy and perfect. We like to tell ourselves, that love is a bed of roses free from thorns and hurt. But that's not exactly the case. We already accepted these painful obstacles and challenges. We are willing to be completely vulnerable because of love.

"I love you too." He breaths.

It's finished, done, completed. its been almost a year since I started this wow. Thank you! Make sure to read my next story with Chanyeol from exo. I have one chapter out right now but I will continue to post more. And again, Thank you.