The Childhood Friend || Kim Namjoon ✔️

Chapter 19: Feelings Resurfaced

Many weeks had passed since Jin's infamous plan. Everything was going back to the way things used to be back in high school. Along with that, some new friends to join our journey. But when I saw everything has returned, I mean everything. Including those feelings I had felt not so long ago.

"Y/n!" Jimin had yelled for the third time. I'm positive I've now become the role of the bts' dorms mother. The maknae line can't go an hour without attention from me of some sort. From playing games to hugs, I can't seem to get away from them.

I sigh and walk into the main room where I had gone fifteen minutes ago when he wanted a cuddle buddy. Arriving in the main room, I'm about to speak when a familiar Jin beats me to it. "Yah! Speaking informal are we?" Jin lands a slap upside Jimin's head. I stifle a laugh trying to make its way out.

Jimin mutters a few profanities and rubs the back of his head. "Sorry Jin-Hyung." he murmurs incredulously. Jin nods and gestures to me dramatically. "Sorry Y/n noona." he murmurs incredulously what I'm sure is against his will. I giggle with the shake of my head.

"What do you need Jimin? I have to do my school work." I ask annoyed of the requests. It's like they haven't seen girls in such a long time. They treat me and my friend as if we are their mothers.

"Can I have a hug?" he pouts, holding out his small lengthed arms like a toddler. Aish, this boy. Stupid adorable boy charm. Only Jimin. I give in with an eye roll and give him a hug.

His hug ends up being a cuddle as he pulled me onto the couch five minutes ago after multiple attempts of leaving whilst standing. "Jimin, I need to finish my school work. The semester ends in three days." I speak sternly, making yet another feeblish attempt to get out of his strong hold. Has this boy been eating protein powder for breakfast or something? For someone so small looking, he isn't weak, that's for sure.

"y/n noona~." he whines, extending the last variable of the honorific. I'm not doing this again. "Listen Jimin, I like being with you, I really do but I have to get my school work done. How about this, when the semester ends you can have as many hugs as you want, deal?" I offer. I've never seen skills like this. His efforts to make me feel guilty are so small. This power he has is so evil and far from the innocent act he puts up.

After what seems like ages of him gazing at the ceiling and thinking, he gives in. "Fine." he expresses in his pouty tone. I thank him in a breathless matter and race my way to the kitchen table where I had been working before he trapped me with his cuteness.

Focusing on the final conclusion of my paper, I start to get frustrated. Shouldn't this be the easiest part? I have the conclusion figured out, I just don't know how to word it.

"Having troubles?" a voice speaks from the entrance to the dining room. I jump at the sudden scare and grasp my chest lightly, taking deep breathes. "Holy shit, you almost gave me a heart attack." I breathe dramatically.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." namjoon chuckles. I gaze up at him and my breath catches in my throat. He rests his arm on the doorframe, leaning his bodyweight against it. His hand rests in his pocket. He must've just gotten done with a meeting. Dress shirt, tie, slacks. His dress shirt's first few buttons are unbuttoned, giving me a full view of his chest and collarbone. The tie hangs loosely around the collar, seeping to his torso. His sleeves are rolled up three quarters of the way, showing his veins running up his forearms.

"Y/n?" he chuckles once again. This knocks me out of my staring state. "Hmm?" I respond innocently. Hopefully he wasn't talking.

"You okay?" he pushes off the wall, walking towards me. My eyes follow his figure as he steps closer to me. "Exactly how long have you been staring at that computer screen? You seem out of it." he expresses concerned. Oh, it's not the computer. It's you standing here looking like a Greek God.

"I'm fine, Namjoon. I'm almost done anyway so if my computer is what you think is the problem then it won't be a problem for much longer." I speak absentminded, turning back to the bright light of the computer. Even turned away from him, I can't get that image of perfection out of my mind.

"If you say so." he sighs, making his way out of the dining room. I wait anxiously to hear the closing of a nearby door. When it's heard, I slouch and furociously rub my face, groaning loudly.

"Well that was entertaining." another voice startles me. Like before, I jump and grasp my chest. This time an aggravated growl leaves my lips. I turn to my side and see yoongi standing casually with an apple in his hand.

"Is me getting scared entertaining to you?" I glare at him. He chuckles and shakes his head while peering at the ground. "Yes but no. That's not what was or is entertaining." he looks back up at me. I furrow my eyebrows and cross my arms over my chest.

"What is oh so very entertaining about me to you then?" lately he has been very brother like I would say. Overprotective and overly annoying to all means.

"You and Namjoon. I can sense the tension from a mile away." he points to where namjoon was previously standing in the entryway. I lean back in my chair and glare at him. "What tension?" I ask with a scowl.

"Just because namjoon is oblivious doesn't mean I am." he states, walking around me to sit in the seat besides me. My eyes follow him until he's directly to my left side. "What in the ever loving heck are you talking about?" I question, trying to play dumb. Of course I know what he's talking about. It's not that obvious, is it?

"It's a classic love story. The girl falls in love with the guy best friend. A one sided love. To make it more basic, it's a long lasting love. Didn't see the guy for years and all of a sudden you love him again when you first see him." he casually eats his apple, gazing at it intensely.

"So what are you going to do now? Tell namjoon?" I sigh, no longer on edge. If he can see it so easily then who knows just how much everyone else knows. It's just a matter of time before Namjoon finds out the truth.

"If I wanted to eat you out to namjoon then I would've when I started noticing a week ago." he deadpans in a calm tone. I glare at him before easing. He knows my secret so I have to keep it cool and lowkey.

"So what is it exactly that you want to do?" I ask slightly annoyed. I would like to know so then I can start planning my escape from embarrassment. "This will shock you but I want to help you." those words do exactly what he said would happen. I sit here in complete and udder shock.

"Help me? Help me do what exactly?" I squeak. There's so many things he could help me with regarding to this situation. Some I would like to stay away from specifically, knowing yoongi's thoughts and personality.

"Help you keep your cool around him y/n. You're exceptionally bad at it. He may be oblivious but if you keep acting like you are, he won't be so oblivious in a few weeks or even days." he sits up keeping a straight face, the one emotionless face he usually likes to keep.

"Have you not met me? I can't learn to not be awkward. The definition of my name is awkward." I deadpan with a hint of sarcasm in my voice. He laughs at my words, throwing his head back.

"Listen, I understand that. It'll be a step by step process but would you rather be unknown or known?" he asks. I frown and mutter the obvious answer we both know to the question. "Great. After you're done with your paper we'll start with a few basics." he claps excitedly, jumping out of his chair and disappearing into the kitchen.

Yoongi can help, right? He always has a cool demeanor so he should be able to help me hide my feelings. That is how this works, right?