Arranged///Namjin

Five

I woke up to the feeling of arms around me, and I knew exactly who's arms they belonged to. I suddenly opened my eyes, and I began to panic. All of a sudden I hear the door to our apartment being opened. "Seokjin! Namjoon! Is anybody home?" It was my Eomma, so I got out of bed and woke Namjoon up. He looked confused as hell, so I shut him up as quick as I could.

"Ask question's later my Eom-" I tried to say it before I got interrupted. "Hi Seokj- Oh. I'm terribly sorry. I hope I'm not interrupting or anything." She said while looking at the two of us. Namjoon then spoke. "No Mrs. Kim, you aren't interrupting anything." He then got up and left the room in his pajamas. 

When he was gone, my Eomma looked at me in surprise. "Jin oh my goodness are you finally getting along?" I looked at her and smile. "I don't think so Eomma. Especially not after you came in like that." She looked at me and laughed slightly. "You two didn't do anything did you?" She raised her eyebrows in suspicion and that's when I felt heat rush to my face. "Oh god Eomma no! I barely even know Namjoon. He just couldn't sleep last night so I let him sleep in here with me." She looked at me again and she smiled. 

"Well I'm glad you two are at least being civil about all of this, but don't worry Honey. It gets better I promise." She then hugged me and said goodbye. My Eomma was acting so weird, and I had no idea why.

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After my Eomma left, I decided to make some breakfast. Namjoon's door was closed , and so I assumed he was hiding in embarrassment. I went to the fridge and saw all the food we had. There was a lot of stuff and I couldn't decide what to create. I just grabbed the breakfast essentials, and started to make a meal that I once had in the United States. 

As I continued to cook, Namjoon made his way out of his room. He was fully dressed, but he looked so cool. His hair looked freshly dyed, and it was a lilac purple. He wore a bandanna around his head, a white long sleeve shirt with black vertical lines, and deep maroon jeans with holes. If I was being completely honest he looked hot as fuck. 

"Like what you see, huh?" He said with the biggest smirk on his face acting as if he was smooth. I then looked at him and replied somewhat truthfully. "Maybe I do, Maybe I don't." He continued to smirk at me.

"That's definitely a yes, but I will be going to Yoongi's for the day so I guess I will see you later. Also, I think it would be wise for the two of us to exchange numbers since we will be living together for the rest of our lives. I wrote my number on the chalkboard, so just text me. Alright?"

I then nodded my head slowly, and he left.