Imagines | BTS

Chemistry | K. Namjoon

© the author | request by -kingjimin

It's been a long week and it was only Wednesday. I was tired, my feet ached from running around the large school building and I couldn't get into my locker.

I had finally made it to the last period of the day.

Just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse, the professor had assigned projects.

"-Projects are due Friday and you'll be presenting it to the class. Your assigned partners are posted outside in the hall. Class dismissed."

The professor adjusts her glasses and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear then heads back behind her desk.

Everyone rushes to pack their belongings and goes out into the hallway to find their partners. I didn't want to get into the mix of the large group.

I packed at a medium pace and stayed behind and the classroom was empty with just the teacher and I.

I stared out the window at the swaying trees, taking a deep breath, "Miss y/l/n, school ended six minutes ago and I'm about to head home. I need to lock the classroom."
The professor stood up and grabbed her bag, heading to the door.

"Oh! Right, sorry professor. I'll be on my way." I grab my bag and head into the hall. The hall was empty with just one student in the hallway, watching the posted list of partners.

The clicks of the professor's heels faded and I watched her walk away then turning my attention to the student. I approached him and stood at his side, scanning the posted list for my name.

I look at him out of the corner of my eye, 'hmm. . . I seen him in class a few times.' I say in my head. Then I see him lift his hand, tugging the earbud from his ear as he turned to face me.

"It's about time, you came out of the class. I waited for you." He says, voice in a low tone and smooth.

"What for?" I respond, looking him in the eyes. Realizing how tall he is and how close we are, I take a step back out of instinct.

He smiles, letting his dimples show.
'Now that's attractive.' I smile back.

" 'Cause you're my partner." He says while pointing to both our names. "My name is Namjoon. I sit behind you in class if you haven't noticed."

"Oh, right. I remember you. Namjoon."

He holds out his hand and I grab it firmly, "And you are, Y/n."

We both pulled away from the handshake and he smiles. "Yes I am. You should come over so we can get a head start on our project." you suggested and started to walk toward an exit.

He caught up with me, "Sure that sounds good."

--
You let your parents know that a boy would be over for a project and of course in your room. They would at least be working until eleven at night so you'd have the house to yourself and Namjoon.

Both you and Namjoon climbed the stairs to your room, dropping your bags at the entrance of your door.
"Make yourself comfortable and my computer is all yours so you can start researching, I'll go get supplies."

You gathered materials for the physical project itself; the visual.
Namjoon had already written down a page and a half's worth of information to work with for the actual essay part.

"Wow," you say while walking into the room seeing him type away at the computer and simultaneously write down a couple things. You put down the small stack of supplies and peer over his shoulder to see how much he had wrote. "you wrote so much! Did I take a long time to gather supplies?"

He chuckles and stops to look up at you, "No, I'm just a fast worker so don't even worry." His lips curled into a smirk and he faces the computer again.

'Why must be like that, we just met. Or is it just me?'
"Well. . . good because we have much work to do." You say while starting to figure out what our physical project will look like.

--
Thursday, the last day to complete our assignments had arrived. Namjoon and I were at my house again. Only this time I had used the research he had gathered, to create our final essay and he had been building the display.

After a while, we had swapped places because he prefered to write than to build. He explained he wasn't any good at it and didn't want to ruin anything.

At this point, we had finished everything and decided to watch movies afterward, in the livingroom.

"We're done!" I threw my arms up and cheered. Namjoon cheered too. Then he leaned in for a hug, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me into the air.

We both giggled. And as he finally put me down, we stared into one another's eyes. I look away and blush.

"L-Let's go watch that movie." I rush down stairs.

For a while, Namjoon lingers in your room and you call his name, "Namjoon, are you ok? What's taking you so long?"

"Sorry, I was just-" he says, followed by a loud crashing sound. "Damn it." His voice faded.

I ran upstairs to my room, finding Namjoon on his knees. "What happened?" I say while approaching him and I place my hand on his shoulder.

Namjoon faces me with an apologetic look on his face, "I'm so sorry, Y/n. I was only admiring it, I promise."

I looked down to see our project lying in pieces.

"Oh no. . . I worked so hard-" I fall to my knees and rest my head in my hands. "It's due tomorrow! There's no time to fix it-- It took days to make." I let out a deep sigh and crawl over to my bed.

I see Namjoon gathering all the little pieces into a pile and my chest instantly becomes heavier.

I threw my head back on the pillow and groaned. Then I closed my eyes. "Don't worry, Y/n. I can just--"
Namjoon's voice started to fade as I tuned him out and started thinking about all the negative affects this would have on my grade.
'Damn. I can't afford another zero in this class. Another one of those and I fail. . .'

I didn't realize how tired I actually was. How can anyone fall asleep with this in the back of their mind? I have no clue but I slept anyway.

--
"I'm missing one last piece. Here it is." Namjoon lets out a sigh as you start to awaken. You look over at your clock, '3:08am', it reads.
You groan and push your messy hair from your face. Sitting up at the edge of your bed, you see Namjoon sitting on the floor fiddling with your now fixed project.

"Namjoon why didn't you go home last night? I could I have fixed it myself." I yawn and start to smile as he continues to put effort into completing it.
"I broke it and I couldn't let you fix it by yourself. It's done now." He turns around and presents it to me.

The project looked really shitty but he had tried his best and he really saved our ass. "I can't believe you stayed up all night. Come here."
I pat the spot on my bed next to me and he sat down, laying his head on my chest. His breath tickled my breasts and he started to fall asleep. I blush and start to squirm under him.

I let him change positions and he lay his head in my lap instead. I removed his glasses and placed them on the nightstand then I began to run my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. He fell asleep quickly and I smiled.

"Goodnight."

// A/n - I wanted to make a smut out of this so bad if you can't already tell. hope u enjoyed lol <3