you were beautiful {k.nj} ⬛

⌘ three ⌘

haneul opened her eyes and shuddered. she felt her head lying on someone's thigh and an arm resting gently around her shoulders. 'namjoon', she thought as she looked up confused. he was sleeping with his head resting on the sofa's back, his mouth slightly open. he wasn't wearing his glasses and haneul thought it changed his face. his black hair covered his forehead, and some bangs, longer than the others, covered his eyes too. she stared at him mesmerized, and she thought he looked almost attractive.

her thoughts got interrupted when namjoon opened his eyes.

"oh, you're awake", he muttered and removed his arm quickly, his cheeks becoming slightly rosy, "i'm sorry"

"it's, uh,...", haneul replied, slightly regretting that she had to get up, "i should be the one apologizing", she said and her eyes widened, "what i meant was, apology accepted. since it was your fault.", haneul stuttered.

namjoon chuckled and shook his head.

"are you feeling better?"

"totally", haneul replied, still flustered.

they both fell silent. namjoon thought they'd be extremely awkward around each other, but he found out he was rather comfortable with her. haneul made tea for both of them and they talked for what seemed like an eternity. haneul found it really easy to open up to namjoon and she felt her heart warm up, but she was careful not to cross any borders.

it was 4 pm when namjoon headed home. haneul thanked him once again, this time livelier, but she didn't drop the cold attitude.

'she'll come around', namjoon told himself as he walked out. he took out his phone and checked his messages.

min yoongi: k.

namjoon sighed and dialed yoongi's number.

"yes?"

"hyung, i'm coming home"

"all right."

"is seokjin hyung asking about me?"

"no, he's too busy with jimin and taehyung at the moment. hurry up.", yoongi told him and hung up.

~~~

namjoon slowly opened the door to the dorm and stepped into the dark hall carefully. it was unusually silent as he made his way to his room. the lights suddenly turned on.

"oh my, namjoonie is finally home", hoseok said, smiling brightly.

"hi", namjoon greeted him, looking around, "where is everyone?"

"in their rooms", hoseok replied impatiently, "so where have you been?"

"uh...", namjoon paused, remembering he forgot to make up an excuse, "did jin hyung notice i was gone?"

"yeah, yeah, he did. it's fine though. me and yoongi took care of it."

'you and yoongi hyung', namjoon scoffed and walked past hoseok to the kitchen.

"where have you been~?", hoseok whined.

"i was, uh, at school", namjoon tried to sound confident, "studying in the... in the library"

"namjoonie, you can tell me anything, you know."

"i know", he sighed, "i was helping out a classmate"

"was that classmate, perhaps, a girl?", hoseok smirked.

"yes", namjoon said silently, "and now i want to eat in silence if you don't mind"

"all right", hoseok grinned, "by the way, jin hyung said he'd talk to you in the morning.", he said and entered the room he shared with taehyung and jimin.

namjoon sighed and put the plate with leftovers in the microwave.

~~~

haneul closed the door and a suddenly, she felt regretful. she didn't want to open up to anyone and she felt bad for letting namjoon in. she rarely talked to anyone nowadays. she kept a diary in her phone and she would write there when she felt really down. a heavy sigh escaped her lungs when she heard her stomach growling. she opened the fridge and, unsurprisingly, it was empty. her mother stopped leaving lunches for her.

"it's okay", haneul whispered and went back to sit on the couch.

she tried to find something interesting to watch but all she thought about was namjoon, the way his arm lied around her shoulders and the way his presence made her light up.

'what is this?', haneul asked herself, snapping out of her trance. 'it's just the fever. it's the fever', she laughed nervously and turned off the TV.

she got up and went to her room, before she'd have to face her parents. she stopped for a second to ask herself when was the last time she actually saw them or talked to them, but her memory was foggy.  

before going to sleep again, she called her boss to tell her she won't show up to work. after she hung up, she opened her diary app and wrote another entry.