Favourite Girl

Chapter 7

'How did you ever think I wasn't going to fall for you too?'

Your breath hitched in your throat at his confession. Suddenly you knew why he hadn't replied to yours immediately. He had taken his time to arrange his words in such a way that would set your heart on fire.

Your face still lay only inches from his, and all he could think to do to fill the silence that was placed carefully between you, was to kiss you again. This time though his kiss was different. Namjoon had throw caution to the wind and let his growing feelings for you drown him completely. He no longer feared how easily he could break you, he had in fact never been more aware that he might just be the one who could piece you back together. With that in mind, his lips were no longer gentle against yours, but passionate. With that kiss he was begging you to let him into your world. He was begging you to let him break down the biggest obstacle he had ever faced, the wall you had built around yourself. With that kiss you knew you were finally ready to let him do just that.

However if the first kiss had left you suddenly sober, this one found you more drunk then you had ever been. The alcohol had hit you like a train and you could feel every drop leaking into your blood stream.

'Namjoon...I...' You slurred, gripping his shirt impossibly tighter. 'I think I need to go home.' He laughed against your lips and the warm sound vibrated through your whole body.

'I think you're right.' He whispered, as he finally separated himself from you. 'But, I really wish you weren't.' He continued, pushing his hair back from his forehead.

You felt yourself stumble as the world around you began to blur and your hands scrambled for a part of him to steady yourself on. Instinctively he pulled you to his chest, holding you in his arms. He briefly rested his chin atop your head, waiting a moment for you to regain some control of yourself. As he waited his eyes grazed the room that he had almost forgotten was full with not only the two of you. His eyes fell on the two women who he had encountered at the bar earlier. They were watching you, eyes wide and mouths agape, in what he could only assume was shock or jealousy. He pulled you closer, feeling the need to somehow protect you from their judgemental gaze. He would later come to regret that he couldn't really protect you from them, or his reckless actions of that night, actions that they had captured with far more then just their eyes, actions that would eventually ruin everything. For now though Namjoon was blind to how your story would play out, and in hindsight he would realise that ignorance really was bliss.

'Let's get you home.' He said finally, when their gaze became to much. He released you from his hold and took your hand, leading you from the now bustling bar.

As the cold air of the night took hold of Namjoon's lungs he let out a steady breath, and along with it the anxiety that he had began to feel. You were again wrapped in the company of each other alone and he had decided that that was how he liked it best.

You both walked slowly away, your feet some how not working in the way they normally would.

'Here.' Namjoon sighed and bent in front of you, signalling for you to climb onto his back.

'No. No. I'm okay, honestly.' You stammered, taking a step back and almost falling over your own feet.

'Really?' He questioned, shooting you an amused but tired grin over his shoulder.

Your cheek flushed a light pink. You knew he was right, at this rate you would both freeze to death before you got home. You puffed out your cheeks and fulfilled his request, cheeks now burning scarlet at the feeling of him beneath you. As he stood to his full height you gripped tightly onto the material of his jacket on his shoulders.