Too Beautiful To Break

Soft Kisses

A/n: As the story goes on you'll learn what ethnicities you are. Hope you like it, enjoy!

-Namjoon-

I was blessed since the day I saw him. Curly, jet-black hair styled in an adorable messy quiff. Almost too plump, red lips. Hazel eyes that looked like they captured the entire night sky which is why they always twinkled.

"Namjoon, meet y/n's. He's an artist from France" Si-hyuk introduced and the fair-skinned boy gave me a dimpled smile "It's so nice to finally meet you". Instead of a handshake like I would expect, he hugged me.

A fire burst inside my stomach and voraciously spread through my body. It felt like Heaven and Hell clashed together at once.

Before we fully pulled away he cupped my cheeks and kissed both of them "How we greet each other in my family" he said. I then realized he didn't do it as a boyfriend would do to their significant other but in a friendly way.

I didn't want it to be in a friendly way.

"I'm Kim Namjoon, I'll take good care of you during your stay here" he gave me another smile but it felt like there was another meaning behind it, like a secret I wasn't in on.

"I hold you to that promise".

We were left alone when Si-hyuk was called away and I scratched the back of my neck "Let me treat you to some coffee".

He pursed his lips "You sure? You really don't need to" I waved him off "It wouldn't be right, and I promised you that I would take care of you after all" I reminded.

He opened his mouth to object but it seemed like he had nothing more to say and pushed his lower lip out into a pout "Joonie" he whined.

My stomach twisted at the nickname passing through his plump lips "No" I said and he huffed "Fine, you win". His eyes brightened, those beautiful orbs of sepia, beryl, and honey mixed together to create an exquisite hazel color.

There were virtually no flaws this boy had, but I would soon learn I was wrong.

-Y/n-

Sometimes I wasn't able to understand the difference between having a deep, emotional love connection with someone or just craving for someone to care about me. Maybe it was because I lacked the number of friends other people have if you can even call them 'friends'.

But I was able to tell with Namjoon, as soon as I hugged him something in my mind just clicked. I felt more vulnerable around him, I didn't have to keep my guard up, I trusted him.

"Tell me something about yourself" the trance I was in broke when Namjoon spoke "There isn't much to say, I'm not really an interesting person" I admitted.

"I doubt that, and it doesn't have to be something big, maybe a hidden talent?" He asked looking at me from the corner of his eye.

"Well I'm flexible, I used to do some gymnastics when I was younger," I said unsure if it would be considered a hidden talent.

"Okay, I'm good at ice-skating" I gave him a look of 'I don't believe you' and he narrowed his eyes at me "What?" I shrugged "You just don't seem like the type".

He raised an eyebrow at me "And why is that?" He asked coyly. I giggled "Nothing" I sang

"You win this time y/n" I smiled cheekily at him and we made it to the café quickly.

"What do you want?" Namjoon asked, "Ooh, can I have a chocolate chip muffin and a vanilla chai?" Namjoon chuckled at my excitement and I flushed under his stare.

"Of course, I'll be back" he went up to the counter leaving mine by myself. Not even thirty seconds after Namjoon left someone tapped my shoulder and I looked up to meet soft, caramel eyes.

"Y/n l/n, I never thought I would see you again" I looked over the features of the persons face and gasped "Jiyong?".

(We finna pretend that Jiyong {G-Dragon} is 23 in this. K? K)

"Who else would it be?" He teased and I stood up hugging him tightly "Why are you in Korea anyway?" He questioned.

"Well, my manager said he wanted me to have a change of scenery to inspire me. I agree though, France is boring". He grinned "I'm glad you're here, here's my phone, put in your contact".

I handed him my phone and he gave me him as I put my number in with joy. Jiyong and I were always very close when we were younger and I missed him more than ever.

"Hey" my eyes flickered to Namjoon and I smiled "Joonie this is-".

"I know who this is," he said callously and my brows drew together feeling the hostility in the air.

"Text me later," Jiyong said giving me a smile and I kissed both of his cheeks "Of course".

-Namjoon-

I could feel hate claw through my entire body watching y/n's lips press against that asshole's cheeks. I wanted to rip Jiyong's eyes out so he can never look at y/n's ever again.

"Namjoon, is everything between you and Jiyong okay?" I snapped my head toward him and he flinched from my harsh glare.

"Sorry, and no. He did something I could never forgive him for. Ever" I started feeling the same boiling anger stir inside of my body.

Y/n slid his hand into mine and I the anger I was feeling washed over with peace. This boy really had me wrapped around his finger.

"Cats or dogs?" He asked his lips curling into a playful smile. I chuckled taking my mind off of what just happened.

"Cats, definitely cats".

-

-Y/n-

"I feel horrible for laughing but it's so funny" I wiped tears away from my eyes watching as Namjoon showed me a video of Jimin falling on stage.

Our moment was interrupted by the sound of my ringing phone and I picked it up.

"Y/n, this is really short notice but Si-hyuk and I talked and you're going to be moving into the dorms with Namjoon and the boys" before I could say anything he cut me off.

"Love you, have a good time in Korea and I'll be there soon". My eyes widened and I stood there dumbfounded "What's wrong?" I looked up into Namjoon's eyes "Do you have more space in your dorm for another person?".