bangtan one shots

spring love ⇒ kim namjoon

#49. "is something wrong with me?"

#53. "ask for permission."

#54. "why did you say 'daddy' in your sleep?"

the day was nice and bright and sunny. with winter finally transitioning to spring, warmer weather was rolling in, trees and flowers were blooming once again, days were long and bright; spring was your favorite time of year. it was when the earth was most peaceful and beautiful.

however, today did not go quite as planned. you mentally screamed as you were handed back your research essay for a college history class you were being forced to take. you were so close to graduating with a degree in [college major], and yet it felt so far. plus, you were doing quite well in the class until mr. song decided to decide when you would die. in other words, he assigned a major essay. the requirements were not normal. they were almost too challenging, but just enough to where it wasn't impossible. you tried your very best, as you did on all major assignments, but that damn professor just didn't think it was good. and now, he had handed back your research paper, demanding that you rewrite it. this is why you wanted to scream and flip a desk. you had woken up earlier; the sun was rising, the weather was due to be warm, you were in a good mood, nothing could stop you. well, or so you thought.

"i'm sorry, y/n." mr. song apologized as you glanced at your paper.

no, you're not, you thought to yourself. "it's okay, mr. song. i understand." you replied.

he looked at you and nodded, signalling for you to leave. you held onto your breath, just until you were out of the large classroom. you sighed heavily, your hands clenching tightly enough to crumble the edges of your essay.

"hey, y/n." you heard to your right.

you pried open your heavy eyelids, looking down the hallway in the direction of where you had heard your best friend's voice. there he was, the oh-so-perfect, kim namjoon. he was known to be the smartest student at this college. this can be backed up with his iq score of 148, a number so high, not even the tallest people could reach it. luckily, you and him had been best friends long before college. and since you and him were so close, he always helped when you needed it most.

but there was one little secret that even sometimes you were scared to admit to yourself: you were in love with your best friend. he was just so perfect. namjoon has the smarts, the looks, everything that made a man attractive. your attraction towards your best friend only begun recently. and although you haven't found the exact reason as to why or how your crush developed, you've tried your best to deal with it. but at each passing day, your feelings grew stronger and hardly to hide.

"hey, namjoon." you replied monotonously.

namjoon stood in front of you, concern written on his face. "are you okay?"

your heart skipped a beat at the question. you shook your head while presenting your paper, the one that had the gigantic, bright red letter f in the right hand corner. namjoon winced. "damn, really? but you sacrificed so many hours to work on that."

you sniffed, feeling yourself on the verge of having a mental breakdown. "is something wrong with me?"

namjoon sighed, bringing his hand up to your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you. he squeezed slightly. just namjoon being there for you was reassuring. "y/n, nothing's wrong with you. it's probably just the teacher being nit-picky about the essay. why don't you come to spend the night at my apartment tonight?"

you looked up at the man in front of you. you had seen him multiple times today, but something was different now. you didn't know why. namjoon looked nice in his casual outfit, but then again, he always looked nice. you started to shake your head. "but i need to-"