𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝟑 | 𝐅𝐈𝐍

namjoon

apologies for how bad this is, i hope the idea of it is good enough : (

KISS THE GIRL

- in which namjoon enlists help from some of his closest friends on how to turn his friendship with you into a relationship

"Okay," Namjoon sighs, helplessly running a hand through his soft, purple locks, afraid to meet the gazes of the six other boys that sit in front of him, all leaning forward in curiosity. "I need your help."

"Well, that's what we're here for," Seokjin chuckles boyishly, leaning back onto the couch with a wave of his hand, motioning for Namjoon to continue speaking. The younger sighs once again, flicking his gaze towards the potted plant on the table in front of him with the hope that it makes it look like he's looking at the group.

"So there's this girl," he starts hesitantly, fiddling with his hands nervously as one of the boys sitting in front of him gasps dramatically, "that I think I'm falling for."

"Hyung," Jungkook gushes, leaning over to punch Namjoon on the forearm in both shock and support. The older merely laughs, ruffling the proud boy's hair before averting his attention to the three older boys with expectancy; the look making his eyes glisten adorably.

"What does that have to do with us?" Yoongi finally mutters, casting Namjoon a bored look, the younger immediately spotting the shades of curious brown that rim his feline like eyes.

"Help me," he exasperatedly exclaims, clasping his hands in front of him as if he were begging for their advice.

Although, it would be safe to assume that he would.

Namjoon's reputation with girls isn't as good as many people expect it to be. With his choice to major in English and his particular like of poetry, many just assume that he has a splendidly attractive way with words. However, every girl that decides to chat with him is shockingly disappointed with the stuttering mess they are greeted with; their fantasies of him being some undeniably attractive Shakespeare fading away within the first few seconds of talking with him.

Albeit, he's never seemed to mind not being the poetic heartthrob that all girls die for.

Until you.

"Calm down, Hyung," Jimin beams, resting his head upon Taehyung's shoulder with a giggle. "We'll help you."

"Speak for yourself," Yoongi scoffs, raising his eyebrows in slight amusement towards Namjoon's obvious predicament. "This kid is hopeless with girls. Have you seen him trying to talk to one?"

"I'm not that bad!" Namjoon protests with a huff, folding his arms childishly across his chest. Seokjin clicks his tongue in disapproval, his arm stretching over Hoseok's shoulders to slap Yoongi on the back of the head.

"Jimin-ah is right, we will help you," Seokjin sternly confirms, Yoongi's soft whine of pain and string of curses unfazing the older as he simply dares Yoongi to argue with him; his stubborn gaze silencing the boy instantly.

"Tell us about her, Joon," Hoseok suggests with a heart shaped grin, his legs bouncing up and down restlessly, his excitement towards Namjoon's news clear. He nods, the smile that slowly blooms on his face inevitable for thoughts of you bring him an indescribable joy.

"Her name is Y/N," he hums, a dreamy expression plastering itself to his face as he continues. "She's the transfer student in my English class that sat next to me on her first day. I mean, obviously, my first thought was that she was so pretty. Her hair was braided down her back and her eyes sparkled with knowledge and interest. Her lips were so perfect with their rather soft Cupid's bow and pink colour. But then she spoke to me."