secrets don't make friends |bts fanfic

twenty three

Namjoon POV

i sat inside my car, about to get ready to drive to school.

meanwhile, i thought about what happened last night between mikayla and i.

here's a recap of what really went down inside the hallway closet...

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we walked inside the closet with our hands still attached to one another, nervous as freak.

mikayla was the one to slam the door behind us.

but then there was me, still being nervous because i didn't know how to kiss.

so when we were face to face with each other in the closet, i immediately had to speak up.

"m-mikayla?"

"yeah?"

"maybe we should go back and finish the game now." i said, about to head out the door, when mikayla grabbed my wrist.

"wait."

i turned around and looked at her.

"what?"

"before we go back, we have to make it look like we did something."

i gave her a look.

"something?"

she nodded her head.

"y'know, something." she said, putting emphasis on 'something'.

i nodded at her. "ohhhh, so wh-what do we do?"

mikayla yanked me by the collar.

"kiss me."

my eyes dilated.

"kiss you? hecks no."

mikayla clicked her tongue. "cmon, i hate this as much as you do. lets just get this over with."

i looked at her with shock.

"what?! no! never!"

mikayla let my collar go.

"why not? we're both enemies and hate each other's guts. im pretty sure after this one kiss we both would still hate each other as much."

i shook my head.

"th-that's not the problem."

she looked at me.

"then what is it."

i sat down on the floor as she followed me suit.

"i," i began, sounding shaky. "i don't know how to kiss."