⇢ opposites | k.nj

☾ Six

It was 15 minutes until closing and it was Melissa's turn to close down, but you took a bleach bottle and started to wipe down tables and empty the till and put it in the safe only you knew the combination to. You come back out when you spot Namjoon, alone, the 6 thriving, gorgeous men had gone home, and he looked so hot, just there.
"Melissa, I'll close up tonight. Go home" You smiled and she nodded
"Thank you, Lee Y/N" she bowed and went to get her her coat before waving her off goodbye.
This gave you a chance to talk to Namjoon.
You and him were alone, it was 5 minutes till closing and he was still here.
"Namjoon?" He looked up straight away, you sat infront of him, you suddenly felt an uncomfortable feeling, like you didn't know him.
"Yeah?" His deep voice sent shivers down your spine and he looked up at you, his eyes sharp either end, his dark orbs hypnotising you.
You started to fidget with your fingers as if they didn't even belong to you.
"Why are you still here?" You tried to maintain your confidence around him, but you'd never been this close. Alone.
"I was— I uh— to be honest." His whole attention was on you now, you didn't take notice of the damp cloth training off the table and onto the floor. "I was waiting for you to get off." You got flustered so fast. You felt your cheeks cast a burning sensation.
"Really? Why? You never usually do." You started to question his recent actions.
"Yeah, that's because you've never took a late shift, you've always got off at around 4. But it's late now, it's dark out." He didn't take his eyes off yours. You glanced out of the window to see the sky an ombré blue, dotted with stars and a glowing moon, shadowing the sun.
"Yeah. But I'm done. You can go home now, to your friends." You started again.
"Yeah.." He rose from his seat and turned to go, you felt a slight disappointment, you felt ominous, but in a good way. But all that feeling sank down into your gut as he got up.
You turned to lock up the kitchen when he spoke again.
"Y/N" you turned, the positive ominous feeling came back as you locked eyes again.
"How about I walk you home, that way this gut feeling will ease." You felt flustered again. Harder. You hid your face and he could clearly see you didn't normally get this kind of treatment from a guy.
"Just— just let me lock up, wait out front. I won't be long" you bowed slightly before bowing and smiling to yourself. But immediately stopped when you figured out what you were doing.
You left your cloth in the sink, the boss hated that.
You didnt pick your apron up from the floor when it fell from the peg. The boss hated that too.
You didn't wipe down the sides, they'd be sticky in the morning. The boss hated that too.
But you didn't care.
When you were satisfied, you went out front, smiled to Namjoon as you took the long pole from the crack in the wall and locked the shutters down.
"So, you'll have to direct me. I'm kind of new to this whole stalking thing" Namjoon smiled to you and you gave a confused look.
"So you do stalk my social media, I was worried when you added my instagram, snapchat and Twitter in one day." You went along with it, trying not to make the walk home awkward. Not wanting it to end. This was special. You felt safe around Namjoon.
It was around 6:45pm, and it was already pitch black, the winter months meant the stars came out sooner, which mean you got cold faster.
You started to diver, silently. Not wanting your teeth to chatter, you felt yourself moving towards Namjoon's warm coat instinctively.
"What's up? Are you cold?" Namjoon looked down at you, he clearly towered you. You nodded silently.
"You should've just said." He raised his arm and put it around you, he then took off his beanie, revealing his pink-tipped ears and placed it in your petite head. It was huge on you.
"Thank you~" you looked up to him and smiled widely, your eyes turning to crescent moons. You opened them again, you saw the stars twinkling in his eyes. He was so precious. But not yours. He probably had a girlfriend.
You released yourself from his grip, and emoted his beanie from your head.
What if he did have a girlfriend?
"You warm enough now?" He giggled and smiled his dorky smile to you. Somehow you felt he knew it made you weak.
"Y-Yeah. Thanks.." you returned his beanie and realised you were just around the corner from home.
"It's this car park here. This is my flat." Namjoon nodded and turned the corner, he was now against the building and you were into the car park, when a car pulled out, he gently moved you to the other side of him and switched places with you. So he was in the headlights.
"This is my stop." You turn and watch his smile one more time.
"Goodnight, Y/N" He smiled even wider. He arched backwards when he tripped on the small embankment of the stone paving.
"Goodnight Mr. Clumsy." You scoffed and shook your head.
"Your shoe's all scuffed." You pull out a wipe from your bag and run at his shoe.
"Why do you always know what to do?" Namjoon asked, you rose and looked at him confused.
"What do you mean?" You reply
"Anytime I make a mess or break something, or I'm even feeling a little depressed, you always know what to do to make me feel better."
Your heart started pounding in your ears as he got closer to you.
"That's just me, hehe" you giggle nervously and dug in your pocket for a door key.
"I guess." He bowed slightly, you could see the ocean blue contacts in his eyes that complimented his blond hair.
"Hey. What time do you get off tomorrow?" He asked and you look up.
"It's my day off. When I clean my roommates mess and her laundry too." You took your eyes sarcastically.
"Oh, that must be fun."
"Very."
"Well.. I was wondering. If I could take you to dinner with me tomorrow night?"
You knew immediately what to say, you wanted to say yes so bad, but, what if something goes wrong or if—
"Yes! Yes. Yes I will. As long as you pay." You smile. And he smiled back at you.
"It's a date." He walks toward you and hugs you abruptly. You feel his heat embrace you and you felt safer than ever, he smelt like fresh linen.
He broke the hug and turned to walk away, tripping on a stone, obviously.