Big Brother

「5」Missed Confession

"Hey, Joonie!" You greeted as you opened your front door.

"What's up?" He stepped inside, removing his slick black shoes.

"Well, I was getting ready to cook." You took his coat from him.

"Do you want some help?" Namjoon asked following you into the kitchen.

You looked back at him in confusion. "You can't even boil water, Joonie."

"Please? Can you teach me how to cook?" He pouted like a sad puppy.

You looked at him with pity and sighed deeply. "I guess I'll find something for you to do..."

He jumped up and hugged you tightly. "Thank you, Y/N!"

"Whatever." You playfully pushed him off of you. "Can you cut the onions please? I need them finely chopped." You said, sliding two onions onto the cutting board in front of him.

"Ah... okay." He hesitated.

He picked up the knife and placed it directly on top of the unpeeled onion and pushed down slightly, making no progress in actually slicing the onion.

"Namjoon?" You turned off the stove. "What are you doing there?"

He jumped up, freezing in the middle of his his amateur onion "cutting" and whipped his head towards you.

Your eyes scanned his form and widened. "Namjoon! You're going to hurt yourself holding it like that!"

You rushed over to him and placed your hands on his, adjusting his dangerous grip of the knife. You retracted his pointer finger from the top of the knife and placed it on the grip. Balling his left hand into a fist on top of the onion, you stepped back and admired your work, before realizing another mistake he made.

"Ah, Jonnie~," You began as you stepped back towards him and gripped the onion. "You have to peel the skin off before cutting it."

After showing him the correct way to peel and chop an onion, you returned to your own station and continued your work.

After a few minutes of smashing and peeling garlic, you caught Namjoon staring at you.

"What's wrong?" You quickly glanced at him while peeling off the skin of the cloves.

"Nothing." He was smiling. "Absolutely nothing."

"Stop playing around Namjoon!" You giggled at him and threw a piece of garlic skin at him, landing on his apron covered chest.

He smiled even more at this, and let out a small chuckle.

"Y/N, I've been needing to tell you something for a while now." He took a few steps towards you and leaned against the counter. "I think it's time I tell you." He nodded to himself.

"You know you can tell me anything." You assured him with a soft smile. "What is it?"

Namjoon closes his eyes as he inhales and exhales deeply. "We've been knowing each other for almost 10 years now, and I've-" His sentence was interrupted by rapid knocking. Namjoon is left with a confused and disappointed look as you giddily run to the door.

"Oppa~!" You reach up to hug the lengthy man in front of you, smiling from ear to ear.

"Hey babydoll!" He hugs back tightly, lifting you off the ground slightly like a child.

Namjoon rushes over and immediately rips you two apart and grabs Taehyung by his untidy collar, pushing him against the now closed door. "What the hell do you think you're doing here? You've got real balls showing up here again."

"Oh yeah? You've got real balls to touch me like that!" Taehyung pushes Namjoon off of him before punching him in the jaw, making Namjoon land on the wooden floor.

Namjoon props himself on his right elbow, clenching his mouth and squinting his eyes shut in pain. Taehyung looks down at him with a smirk and casually walks towards you.

"Namjoon you didn't have to do that!" You say rushing over to him and kneeling next to him. "Taehyung and I are back together."

Namjoon's eyes snap open at this sentence. "After all that he put you through? After making you cry like I've never seen you cry before? God, he's put you through so much pain, and you want to jump right back to him?"

"Namjoon I-"

"What's wrong with you, Y/N?" He looks at you,  disappointment mixed with shock stretched across his face, making your heart drop.

You could see a bruise forming on his face where Taehyung punched him. Instinctively, you reach your hand out to the injury.

"Don't touch me!" He shoves your hand away, nearly slapping it, and stands up. He points to Taehyung with a long, straight, threatening finger.

"And if you dare hurt her again," Taehyung crosses his arms, looking at Namjoon as though he was inferior, awaiting his threat, "you're fucking dead." He rushes out the door on these words.