(Namjoon-BTS) Please Stay With Me

Chapter Five

My heels click and clack against the tile floor of the lobby. It's hustling and bustling like always, employees rushing anywhere and everywhere to get things done. I receive lots of bows as I pass on by along with Namjoon, Jimin, TaeTae and Jungkook. I return the bows as best as I can, still keeping up my pace and walking with a proud and respectful stance. I've ditched my runway walk for something a little more professional, especially since of what Luna warned me about earlier is true, then I will need to stay on the higher ground to avoid drowning in his expectations. I'm desperately wanting to cling to Joonie's hand, but I can't. We haven't made our relationship public yet, so I have to settle with the fact that he's right here by my side. I still remember the day he confessed to me...

(Flashback to 6 months ago)
And heave!!! Damn it, why are these boxes so heavy? I hate settling into a new place, it's so tiring, I've broken maybe ten sweats before even making a dent in the sea of boxes I need to unpack. It's not that I don't like the idea of moving and traveling, but the Lord as my witness, unpacking heavy boxes is the equivalent to an eternity in hell. I've got maybe ten boxes left now, but I'm still so tired from the drive here from Ilsan. My arms feel like jello and I just want to lay down on the mattress on the floor to sleep.
Ding dong.
What in the..? I wasn't expecting anyone, I still haven't given anyone aside from my family my address. I grab a coat hanger and creep towards the door, in case it's a thief (not an ideal weapon but it'll be a distraction anyways). I lay my free hand on the doorknob and glance out the peephole to see who's there. The most handsome face is looking down at his phone, a bouquet of roses in his hand, and he's... nervous? Him? Nervous? No way. But still, he's just so angelic, that Kim Namjoon. My heart is beating a mile a minute; I've had a crush on him since the day I first saw him along side Taehyung during their debut stage and in 'We Are Bulletproof pt. 2'! I attempt to steel my nerves and open the door.
"Annyeongseyo, Namjoon-oppa!"
I jump into his arms, it's been so long, I guess the concept of formalities just left me there for a minute. I blush bright red, so I just keep my head against his chest. I feel his arms wrap around my frame as well, and all of a sudden, I can hear his heartbeat and mine sync. They're going just as fast as each other. I feel his fingers weave through my hair, snaking down my long silk strands. I feel so safe, protected, warm and loved. This just feels right.
"It's good to see you too, (Y/N)-ah, but it's cold out here, can I come in?" I pull back and rub the back of my neck in embarrassment. I nod and try to conceal my red cheeks.
We spend about thirty minutes more opening and unpacking boxes while catching up on what's been happening in our lives (thank god I put my underwear away already or I'd crawl under my mattress and never come out!), and I pour us some ice water after we're done.
"So (Y/N), I brought these for you..." Namjoon whispers, holding out the roses, his ears turning bright red and his plump, pink lips parting slightly. Argh! Don't do this to me, Kim Namjoon!
"Joonie-oppa, they're beautiful! Thank you, they're perfect!" I bow and take the roses from him, making sure to clip the ends of the stems just a little and put them delicately in a vase of cold water. "I'm really happy to see you, you know. I missed being able to talk to you!" At this point, I can't stop myself from babbling on about how much I missed him and our conversations, but I'm still being careful to hide my feelings for him. He listens patiently, and I don't know how (it's not easy to listen to me talk, I never shut up), smiling and occasionally giggling and nodding. When I finally zip my lip back shut again, he's holding his head in his hands, smiling.
"What is it? What's wrong, Namjoon-oppa?"
"Nothing's wrong, (Y/N)-ah, you're just so cute!" I'M CUTE? HE THINKS I'M CUTE! "And in all honesty, I brought those roses over for another purpose than a housewarming gift..."
"Well what else could they be for? Usually, other than kindness, their only other symbolic meaning would be love..." I put the pieces together instantly, but somehow, I'm still in denial.
Red roses are used for love confessions.
Namjoon-oppa has been acting really cute, awkward and embarrassed this whole time.
He was willing to jump right in and help me with unpacking.
He has been staring at me.
His ears and cheeks have turned fire engine red.
Does Namjoon have feelings for me?!
"Joonie-oppa, are you t-trying to tell me s-something?" I can't stop myself from stammering. If he's really crushing on me, then this is the best day of my life!! But I also doubt it, there's other girls in the K-Pop business that are 1,000X more beautiful than I am. I still am befuddled that I got a modeling contract, let alone considered decent-looking enough to hire me as a swimsuit model. My hand is gripping the hem of my sightly-oversized white tank top tightly, and I can only stare down at my denim shorts and red converse. I'm not wearing makeup, I ate ramen last night so my face is bloated, and I have a few acne scars that I've still been unable to get rid of yet! I'm not as beautiful as the other female idols! If he finds this face beautiful, I'll be pretty sure I'm on a hidden camera show being pranked. Joonie stands up, strides over to me, sits down in the chair opposite me, and pulls my chin up so my eyes meet his gaze.
"Actually (Y/N), there is something I've been trying to tell you... and I wanted to tell you it after all this time. I've been wanting to say since the day I first met you..." I can't tear my eyes away from those orbs of his... they're magnetic, pulling me in. I'm melting under his gaze. Then the next eight words come out of his mouth, and I am left stunned.
"I have feelings for you... I... I love you."
He does love me? Really? For real???
He starts going on about how he wanted to tell me before I got all busy and before the potentiality of finding someone came to fruition, but I'm tuning him out, a ringing in my ears ever present. My lips are parted and my eyes are opened wide. I must look like an idiot, and I feel like one because my mind is on self-destruct mode.
"You don't feel the same, do you?" I hear him whisper. Immediately I'm back. He's stood up, and his back is facing me. I can hear him sniffing, and see him raise his hand to his face to wipe tears away. NO. NO. NO.
NEW MISSION: DON'T LET HIM LEAVE!!
I rapidly stand up and chase after him as he heads towards the door. When he reaches for the doorknob, I throw myself in front of him.
"I love you too, Joonie-oppa! I love you! I love you! I love you! I'm not kidding, I'm not just saying it either! I really do love you, Kim Namjoon!" I throw my armor at his feet, confessing everything right back. My eyes are squinted shut as I declare my love for this man, and I hear him laughing. I open my eyes and look up to see an elated smile spread across his face. He's wiping away tears with his long fingers.
"You do? You love me back?"
"...To the moon and back, pabo." He runs over to the window, closing the blinds then runs back to me. He stays standing there for a minute, but I throw myself into his arms, whispering over and over "I love you."
I hear him whisper "I love you too." I pull back, my cheeks permanently dusted with bright red pigment. His cheeks are even brighter than mine, and I giggle. I can't help but look at his lips, then his eyes. He does the same thing. He leans in at the same time as me, and I close my eyes in pure bliss as my lips finally meet his in a soft, loving kiss. The sunlight is peeking through the blinds as he picks me up, not breaking the kiss, to carry me to the couch. Afterwards, we watch my favorite movie, the 1968 Zeffirelli version of 'Romeo and Juliet', cuddling and kissing alongside the star-crossed lovers.

*Getting yanked back to the present- author is too lazy to think of good transition here*
"Earth to Kim (Y/N)! Can you hear me?" Luna is snapping her fingers in front of my face as we step into the elevator. The elevator door closes and I realize I've been staring off into space this whole time, as everyone is looking at me like I'm an alien, some trying not to laugh at me.
"I'm good. Just must be tired." I giggle, turning to Namjoon who is standing beside me. I reach out and quickly hold his hand, pressing a quick kiss to it. I smile as the elevator ascends, and I kiss him full on the lips.
"Get. A. Room. You. Two." Yoongi-oppa claps between words, and we all just laugh as the elevator continues to rise to the top floor.
Namjoon and I release each other's hands as we all step out, and walk down the hall to the CEO's office. Luna knocks on the door, and the CEO himself answers the door, throwing the double doors open wide.
"Welcome, please come in. All of you. We have to discuss."
My gaze passes his back and I see a familiar shape standing next to his desk.
"Sir, what's Bang SiHyuk-PD-nim doing here?"