LOUD | NAMJIN

Chapter 11: You Can't Forget The Unforgettable ~ Namjoon

WARNING: This chapter will include mentions of abuse. Read at your own risk.

As the cold air of a premature winter whirled around me, my mind swirled in a similar fashion. The calm sound of my shoes meeting the pavement helped me regain control of my runaway heartbeat.

Not even in my wildest dreams could I have imagined a night like tonight. His skin was smooth to the touch as I grazed the surface of his cheek with the back of my hand.

It seemed as if our hands were always meant to intertwine, and my heart swelled at the thought.

The quiet killer was the kiss. The very image in front of me sent me into a daze: his wide eyes closed to savor the moment, his lips puckered slightly to meet mine, and his soft cheeks flushed, more from our moment than from the cold. The opportunity laid itself out for me to go all in but...

I couldn't do it.

The intense beat of my heart caused my head to spin. My confidence had fizzled by this point and the best I could give was a forehead kiss. He didn't seem bothered by it at all as he closed his eyes, warmly accepting it. I won't be able to forget the way he looked at me, his eyes sparkling. As I ran home, I continued to hold the folded post-it in my palm, the only source of heat in my light jacket.

'Maybe if I wasn't late for work everyday, I'd be able to wear the right coat.'

Waiting at the last stop light across the street from the apartment, I took the back of my hand and rubbed it against my nose, hoping to heat it. Although I was moving away from the scene physically, I couldn't stop thinking about the moment in my mind.

Something told me that the moment Seokjin and I shared would plague my dreams even more than the ones that already do.

But I didn't mind that... Not one bit.

I almost decided to run when the light turned red but if I had learned anything from almost being hit earlier today, it was that I could spare a moment for living another second.

I finally made it to the lobby of my building, my cold breath following me inside.

'Damn, no heat again? Who cares, as long as the elevator's work—'

Attention Tenants:
ELEVATOR IS BROKEN and will be non-functional until further notice.

"I can't win, can I?" I sighed, sniffing my runny nose and shaking my head at the sign posted on the elevator door. Shoving the post-it in my pocket, I hopped up the stairs two at a time, finally making it up to the fourth floor.

Pulling out my keys, I turned them into my house lock and entered, making sure to wipe my feet on the rug. I hated trailing dirt inside the house, especially from a place like work. After a couple hours, the bottom of my shoe could turn into a paradise for any bug that might pop up every now and then.

Would I help feed into that? Hell no, I wouldn't.

I took off my shoes and ran my hand through my hair, taking note of the quiet surrounding me. The lights were off and the TV wasn't blaring music videos the way Yoongi liked to watch late at night. Shrugging, I walked to the kitchen hoping to satisfy my grumbling stomach.

"Some late night ramen wouldn't hurt, would it?" I asked myself quietly.

I reached for our infamous Ramen Pot and placed it under the tap, watching the rushing water and listening as it filled the void of space and silence that was our quiet apartment. Setting the stove to boil the water, I placed the cover on top and sat down in waiting.