BTS Imagines 3 (Complete)

RM (Pt. 2)

(Y/n)'s POV

I have no idea why Namjoon couldn't just take me home. He drove the other the direction to his house. He placed me right on the couch and began to clean the wounds on my knees.

"Namjoon, you don't have to-", I was about to stop him but he slapped my hands away, causing me to whisper and 'ow'.

He placed band aids over the wound and stood up.

"Um..Thank yo-", he interrupted me by placing one hand between us, as if telling me to stop.

He dropped me off at home without saying one word. I was so confused. He's always arguing with me and sometimes gets on my nerves but he does these sweet acts that make me think differently of him.

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He dropped me off at my house and almost forgot that I still had his sweater. Before I could talk to him, he drove off.

The next day, I had to arrive early at practice and debated wether I should eat breakfast or not. Since I am trying to lose weight, it's best if just skip it and have a small meal for lunch.

"(Y/n), what happened to your knees?", the coach asked.

"Must have been doing something she wasn't supposed to", one girl snickered with her friend.

I looked down at my knees and didn't find anything wrong, just the bandaids that covered the wounds.

"(Y/n), sit this one out until that heals", the coach said.

I slightly pouted and walked away towards my bag. I watched as the rest of the team worked on the choreography.

"What's the point of having me here if I'm just not gonna do anything", I muttered to myself.

"You whine and complain too much."

You looked up to see Namjoon standing near you. His earphones were dangling around his neck while music blasted through them.

Not in the mood to listen to him, I rested my head against the wall and sighed as I closed my eyes.

"None of this would've happened if you just stop eating so much then your coach wouldn't have to force you to go to the gym and you wouldn't have to spend extra time there and get out late so disgusting guys could do whatever they want to you. Stop being such a fat ass", Namjoon lightly snarled while looking down at me.

I was tired of his negative comments. My eyes were welling up with tears. I didn't want anyone to see me so I stood up and ran out.

Namjoon's POV

(Y/n) looks exhausted. She just wants to dance like the rest of them. Though I can't help but feel sorry for her, she kinda deserves it.

(Y/n)'s POV

I found an empty room. I dropped my body onto the floor and began to cry.

About a minute later, I heard the door open. I dug my face between my legs and covered my face with my arms.

I heard something fall onto the floor, causing me to flinch. When I looked over, I noticed t was my gym bag. Then I looked up at the person who brought it.

"Go away", I said.

"No", Namjoon said.

I scoffed and stood up, walking passed him but he grabbed my wrist and pushed me up against the wall.

"What do you want??", I asked.

I tried to push him off of me but he wouldn't budge.

"Why are you always so stubborn?? I'm trying to help", he said angrily.

"By calling me a fat ass?? By putting the blame on me?? Screw you", I said.

I pushed him off and walked away. As I wiped away the tears, I can hear footsteps behind me. I looked back and noticed Namjoon following me as he held my gym bag.

"Can you just leave me alone??", I raised my voice.

I can see him clenching his jaw. He walked towards me and grabbed my wrist, pulling me into the room where he works on his music. He locked the door and pushed me up against it, placing his arms on both sides so I wouldn't escape. My breath hitched as his face got close to mine. I can feel my cheeks beating up.

"What are you doing?", I whispered.

His hand went up to my cheek and lightly stroked. He's been acting like a jerk towards me yet my heart feels differently.

"You get me mad sometimes. And for stupid things. I never knew why. Until someone pointed it out", he said.

"I-I don't know what you mean", I said.

"....I...wanna kiss you...is that weird?", he asked.

Wait what?? He wants to kiss me?? What the hell??

"Umm..", I mumbled nervously as I watched him wet his lips with his tongue.

He started leaning down and I thought he was gonna kiss me. I closed my eyes and leaned forward as well though I didn't think Namjoon would stop halfway.

"So you leaning forward means you wanna kiss me too? How interesting", he smirked.

"...jerk", I scoffed and punched him on the chest.

He chuckled as he saw me shy away.

"So what? You brought me in here to make fun of me just because I find you attractive or what??", i asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

"So I'm attractive now? Hmm..I'm enjoying this. Tell me more", he smiled.

I rolled my eyes and tried to push him away again but this time he connected is lips with mine. My eyes widened as I felt sparks and electricity run down my spine.

"Say...you said you wanted to lose weight. I know of a good work out that works really well", he said, placing small pecks on my neck.

I playfully punched him on the stomach, causing him to laugh.

"I need to go", I said, grabbing my gym bag.

"Wait..", before I could open the door, his arm got in the way.

"Don't take the bus. I'll be waiting for you outside the building to take you out to eat", he said.

"But...I'm trying to lose weight. I don't look as attractive as the other girls on the team", I said.

"You don't need to lose weight. You're perfect. Plus...you have more to grab than anyone else", he bit his lip.

Again, I punched him in the stomach.

"Fine. I'll go. But anymore of your dirty tricks and I'm leaving", I said.

"Okay", he smiled.

I opened the door only to be pulled back into the room.

"Five more minutes and I'll let you out", he said before placing his lips on yours.
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