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namjoon - request

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HANAHAKI

- in which you fall in love with your best friend, namjoon, who doesn't return your feelings until it's too late; requested by Jessica_Blariti_Offi

Kim Namjoon; the man responsible for all your wild grins and spontaneous blushes.

You can still vividly remember the day you met Namjoon; the memory a pleasant one to think back to when you need a little cheering up. It was on a rainy day in second grade, your hands trembling as you sat by the window and watched the darkness swallow up the beautiful baby blue underneath. You ignored the ruckus of the class behind you and followed the lonesome drops of rain with your finger as they trailed down the window; your fear and fascination towards the storm outside spurring you to keep your gaze locked onto the playground.

You tilted your head to the side, resting it upon your forearms as your wide eyes managed to catch onto the reflection of a short boy with shaggy blonde hair and thinly rimmed reading glasses, his hands clasped in front of him as he watched you with dark eyes that seemed to hold a million questions while speckled with sparkly drops of rain.

Unbeknownst to you, your thin lips had pressed themselves into a soft smile at the sight of him, hands ceasing their trembling for a few relieving moments as you relished in how prince like he looked through the foggy reflection of the window.

You had soon realised that he had begun taking small but noticeable steps towards you, his hand nervously reaching out to ruffle his own hair to calm himself down. Curiously, you lifted a hand up to your own head of long hair, sifting your fingers through it in a similar fashion, mentally noting how it did feel relaxing in a strange way, your mind completely taken off the scary looking storm outside.

"Hello, Y/N," Namjoon beamed, his sudden greeting giving you a little fright, your lips parting in a gasp as he giggled to himself. "Sorry, did I scare you?"

Nodding wordlessly, you dropped your gaze to your fingers and slide yourself over so that there would be space for him. Smiling goofily, he shows off his adorable dimples as he takes the seat beside you.

"The storm looks pretty, don't you think?" He mused, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose as he stared at the grey mess outside in awe, mouth dropped open in clear wonder. You furrowed your brows together and squinted your eyes, averting your gaze away from him and to the storm, trying your hardest to see the beauty that he seems to see.

"No, it looks quite scary," you mumbled, lips jutted out in a pout of confusion and fear, the look making your eyes glisten with a flurry of emotions that concerned the young Namjoon. He chuckled to lighten the mood and swung his arm over your shoulder, innocently tucking you into his side as you flushed a cotton candy pink.

"But if you think about it, the rain is calming," he chirped, instinctively resting his head upon your shoulder. You frowned at this, feeling very comfortable in his embrace as he went on to explain further.

"Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain," he instructed, closing his eyes after motioning for you to do the same. Sighing heavily, you obeyed, allowing your big eyes to flutter shut as all you listened intently to the sound of your breathing mingling with his as the soft pitter patter of the rain played as your background music.

"It sounds nice," you admitted, smiling softly as the fear you had towards the storm outside slowly began to morph into feelings of enjoyment. He hummed proudly, cracking open an eyelid to shoot you a look of child like adoration.