The One

9

I knocked on Namjoon's door twice. A few moments later, Namjoon opened the door slightly, peeking first, then opened it much wider for me to enter to his room.

"Hey." Namjoon raised his hand in greetings and I smiled back at him.

I want to know who's 'ge'.

"So what brings you here?" Namjoon sat on his chair as I sat on his bed.

"This." I brought out the picture from my pocket and he froze on his spot.

"Damn it." He cursed softly, almost inaudible, and clamped his hands together.

"Look I can—"

"You better explain." I crossed my arms, ready to hear him out.

"Gaeul, she was my girlfriend. Note the word was. She gave me that book when we weren't a thing yet. We started dating way back in highschool but broke up when I went to college." He told me honestly. There was something about his eyes when he talked about this. It was as if he missed her.

"I see." I nodded slowly, taking all the new information in.

"Do you still love her?" I asked.

"No." Namjoon answered hesistantly, taking awhile to answer to it.

"I wouldn't want to throw the picture and a book away so I just kept them. It would be such a shame to dispose a very good book, right?" He laughed nervously.

I stayed silent.

"You're not going to send me home are you?" He looked at me with pleading eyes. How could I send someone home so fast?

"No, I was just here to seek answers, that's all. But let's see in the future." I stood up, ready to go out of his room.

"Wait, what so you mean by 'let's see'?" He quoted in the air with his fingers.

"By the way I see it, deep down there," I placed my pointed finger on his left chest, where his heart is located at, "you still love her."

I looked up at him, raising my eyebrows as he gulped.

"So let's give you a week or so, and I'll decide whether you'll be staying or not." I patted him on the shoulder and went out of his room.

Namjoon is such a sweet and loving man. He'll be thinking about you all the time, whether it be day or night. Any girl who dates him will be very, very lucky.

But sadly, I don't think I am that girl.

[...]

I went to the practice room after the talk with Namjoon. I massaged my temples, still not taking in the information he just told me.

Why did he join this if he loves Gaeul in the first place? For exposure?

I shook my head. No. Namjoon won't do that. Besides, why does he need exposure for?

I heard the door creak open and Jimin's blonde hair could be seen. I exhaled, forced a smile and waved at him.

"Hi." He waved his hand furiously and made his way towards me.

"What's up?" He sat down beside me.

"Nothing." I tried to keep a calm facade, but he seems unconvinced.

"Somethings wrong." He declared and I can't help but sigh again.

"Mind telling me?" He placed his hand on my back and I looked up to his beautiful brown eyes. They're breathtaking.