Favourite Girl

Chapter 6

'And the way you wander into people's quiet Tuesday afternoons and make them fall in love with you.'

Namjoon had felt his heart race before, he'd felt his lungs starve him of oxygen and his hands shake from adrenaline. But that was nothing compared to how he felt in that moment. Now you had announced your feelings for him, how was he ever supposed to catch his breath again?

He felt slightly amused at his own inability to find what to say. Words had always been his weapon of choice. He had spent his life using them to slice through haters and get exactly what he wanted. But you. You had turned that talent to ash the moment he had laid eyes on you.

So instead he stretched out his arm across the table and with his index finger gently tapped the back of your hand, which was lay atop the surface. He knew it wasn't much, but with the addition of a reassuring smile it was an acknowledgement that he had heard what you had said, loud and clear. He, however needed a while to compose himself and process your words.

'Shall I get us another bottle of wine?' He asked, tip of his finger still lay atop your hand, the contact electrifying him to the core.

You raised your eyes up to the almost empty bottle. Had two large glasses each really been enough to drain it that quickly? Or had you drank more, suddenly you couldn't remember. You nodded in reply.

'Okay.' He immediately stood and walked over to the bar, pulling his wallet from his jacket pocket on the way.

He lent against the long marble bar and waited for the man behind it to catch his eye, all the while unintentionally listening to the conversation of the two women next to him. Women whose tones weren't as hushed as he presumed them intended.

'I don't know how she dares show her face.'

'I know, I mean, it wasn't all that long ago, to think she's just carried on her life like that.'

'I guess some people have no conscience. It's her dad I feel sorry for.'

Namjoon looked over at the two women. Nothing was special about them, apart from that they carried an air which told him they'd still be in this little town, doing the exact same things, 20 years from now. He followed their line of vision and found himself looking at you. You were looking at your phone, subconsciously biting your lip. His heart gave a pleasant thump, but then he remembered the reason he was looking at you in the first place. He looked back at the women, who on seeing his stare lowered their voices further and walked back to their table. He watched them go, their eyes still not leaving you. Concern began to rise in his throat and he felt himself choking on air. Surely they weren't talking about you?

'Sir. Do you want to order something?'

'Yeah sorry.' Namjoon turned his head back to the bar tender and ordered the same bottle of wine as before.

As he made his way back to the table he weighed up his options. Did he mention what the women had been saying or not? After all it could be nothing, but it could also be everything. He couldn't imagine you ever hurting anyone or doing anything unpleasant, so he decided to push their words to the back of his mind. He knew you were mysterious and that there was many things he didn't know about you, so despite his better judgement he decided it was a risk he was willing to take.

'Shall we drink this bottle a little slower?' He asked, as he sat down and placed the new bottle of wine between you.

'Yeah I guess we should.' You laughed as a pink hue began to spread across your cheeks. 'However, anyone would still think you are trying to get me drunk.' You grinned at him as he poured you another glass.

'How was I to know you were so easily effected by alcohol?' He laughed and poured himself another glass too, concentrating hard as to not spill it.

'Well I didn't really have the time to tell you.'

You looked away from him as you drank from your glass. His eyes grazed over your side profile, taking you in, all of you. Your long hair pushed back behind your ear, your eyes so beautiful in the mist of their stare, your lips cupped around the rim of your glass, the red liquid touching them slightly before sliding down your throat. He enjoyed watching you like that, and he knew you were a sight he would never get bored of.

Conversation quickly turned to his work and life and he found himself again frustrated at how little of yourself you gave away. Even with alcohol flooding your blood stream the wall you put up between the two of you still held strong. However he found himself not annoyed at you, but instead with himself. How did he have the complete inability to see through you? You seemed to see into his mind so easily, as if he was made of glass.

'Oh my god! I love this song!' You suddenly shouted, the wine taking hold of your ability to control the volume of your voice. You slammed your wine glass down, nearly spilling it everywhere. 'Namjoon! Can we dance? Please?' You stood up and looked down at him, pulling at the shoulder of his jacket, signalling for him to stand up to.

He looked over at the dance floor for a second, watching as more and more people filed towards it and began to move to the rhythms of a song he had never heard of.

'Erm...' He began, but you cut him off.

'Don't say no. Please.' You pulled on his arm a little harder and before he knew it he found himself standing.

'Fine.' He said, rolling his eyes playfully but smiling at the excited sequel that left your throat.

You skipped over to the dance floor, dragging him by the forearm behind you. The way you changed when drunk was strange but to him, just one more mesmerising thing about you to add to his list.

You released his arm as you reached the crowd of people and he stood a couple of feet away, watching as you moved to the music. He was perfectly aware that his awe was written all over his face. You were dancing without a care in the world and how your dress was clinging to your hips was rapidly making him lose grip on his control.

'Stop.' He said as he took a step towards you. 'Y/N. Stop.' He repeated, moving closer, every sound he spoke begging you to in fact carry on.

'Why?' You asked, spinning joyfully around with your arms in the air and a laugh at the edge of your lips.

'Because your going to make me do something reckless.'

'So be reckless, Kim Namjoon.' You stared him dead in the eye, daring him to do whatever he was thinking.

He took your face in his hands, holding it there for a second, staring into your eyes and burrowing his way into your very soul with his gaze. Just like he had asked not seconds before, you stopped dancing. Because suddenly the music didn't matter, nothing did. All there was, was you and him.

He bent slightly and moved his face slowly towards yours. You balled your fists in the front of his shirt, rooting yourself to him, telling him to keep going. The feeling of your knuckles against his stomach made his last ounce of control leave him completely.

He placed his lips gently on yours, so gently it almost hurt. He suddenly felt that he would somehow break you and for the first time he felt the true weight of how fragile you really were.

You kissed him back of course, pulling him impossibly closer by his shirt, and him pulling you to him with his long fingers over your neck and through your hair.

After mere seconds Namjoon pulled away ever so slightly.

'You say that I made you fall in love with me that Tuesday afternoon.' He whispered, your warm breath fanning over his lips and your heart beating fast against him. 'What about you? My music in your ears, your head in that damn book. Then you look at me in that way you do. How did you ever imagine I wasn't going to fall for you too?'

And for the briefest of seconds, you were stone cold sober.