I Don't Understand - Namjin

5

"I think I like you."

Those words echo round my head. H-He likes me?
"Y-You like me?" Seokjin just nods, looking down at his hands, tears welling up in his beautiful eyes. 
"I-I'm sorry. Y-You probably don't like me back, which is- which is fine. I g-get it if you don't want to be f-friends.. Sorry, Namjoon, I- " I gently cup his face in my hands, wiping his tears with my thumbs. 
"Ssh.. Seokjin, I like you too..." 
"R-Really..?" 
"Really." I smile, pulling him into a hug. We stay there, sat on the sofa, hugging for a few minutes, before I move back a bit. I grab his hand. "I'd love to stay like this all night, but it's nearly 2am. I think we should get some sleep. If you'd like, we could go out tomorrow- well, later today." 
"I'd love to. Goodnight, Namjoon." 
"Goodnight, Seokjin." He throws a blanket over me and gets out his sleeping bag, laying it on the floor next to me. By the time he's sorted out pillows and stuff, I've fallen asleep. All I remember is my arm swinging down in my sleep and a warm hand grabbing mine. 

~Sunday (at a more reasonable time)~
WHACK! I wake up to a pillow being launched across the room, hitting me square in the face. I abruptly sit up. "YOONGI!!!" I shout, throwing the pillow back over to him. "If I could fucking run, you'd be dead, Min Yoongi!" He giggles and goes into the kitchen. 
"You might wanna wake up your boyfriend, Joon." he smirks. 
"He's not my- how did you- what the- Yoongi?!" I stutter, flustered at Yoongi's offhand comment. 
"I heard you talking last night. You guys are cute!"
"Fuck off.." I mumble, before leaning down and taking Seokjin's hand. "Hey.. Wake up..!" I whisper, gently shaking his shoulder.
"Hm? Oh, morning, Namjoon." Seokjin replies, opening his eyes and giving me a sleepy smile.
"Hey, Yoongi?" I get up and go into the kitchen. "Text Hoseok. Tell him you can hang out today. Me and Seokjin are gonna go out later, you don't have to stick around here if you don't want to."
"Really? Thanks, Joon!" Yoongi says, and dashes back into the living room to message Hoseok. I boil the kettle and reach up to get some mugs down from the top cupboard, but I can't reach because of my ankle.
"Let me." a soft voice says in my ear. Seokjin comes up behind me and reaches up for the mugs. "Here." he says, and hands them to me.
"Thanks." I say. "Would you like a cup of tea? Coffee?"
"Tea would be lovely." he says, grabbing my hand. I make the drinks and we carry them out to the living room. I hand Yoongi his black coffee and sit down, Seokjin flopping next to me. We spend the rest of the morning watching TV and drinking warm drinks, until Yoongi leaves to meet up with Hoseok. We take turns showering, change, and get our stuff ready. 

"So, where do you wanna go?" I ask as we leave the house. 
"There's this really nice cafe I found when I just moved. We could go there if you can manage getting into town..?" 
"That sounds great!" 
We slowly walk into town, Seokjin stopping and taking photos of the nature as we walk. He leads me through town and into a small cafe I've never noticed before. The warm air hits our faces as we step inside, and the fragrant scent of coffee, vanilla and cinammon wafts around us. We order drinks and Seokjin takes me over to a small table in the corner, away from the majority of the customers. We talk for absolutely ages, learning more and more about each other. We talk about music, books, films, art, and almost everything else under the sun. Turns out we both love horror films, even though I get scared by them and Seokjin doesn't, and we both adore artists like Claude Monet. The clock on the wall says it's around 2 in the afternoon, and Seokjin's dad texts him asking when he's going to be back. 
"I have to go, sorry Namjoon.." 
"It's ok, I've got loads of work to do anyway. See you tomorrow." I smile as he gets up and leaves. I finish my drink and walk back home. 

I close the front door behind me and clean up the mess we made last night: pillows strewn across the floor, balled up paper littering the carpet near the bin when we were playing paper basketball, glasses and mugs on the coffee table. It doesn't annoy me like people think it should, especially as it's normally me that leaves cups on the table anyway. I put DVDs back in the right cases and put them back on the shelf, and then move over to the sofa. I fold the blankets and notice something hard and flat sticking out from under a cushion. 
"Hm.. What's this?" I mutter to myself, and pull out what turns out to be Seokjin's sketchbook; it's open on the drawing he did of me last night, so I close it, but a crumpled piece of lined paper falls out. It's not folded, so it isn't that difficult to make out Seokjin's writing. 

Namjoon, 
Hi. This is so weird, writing all of this down on paper. It's as if I'm talking to you, but you're not actually here, which is weird. This whole thing is weird. If you get this note, it's because I was too much of a chicken to tell you this when I was round your house, so you shouldn't be reading this when I'm with you, otherwise I fucked up! Ugh, I'm rambling, aren't I? Why am I asking that, you can't reply or anything.. Anyway... back to the point of this note. 
I like you. A lot. Again, if you're reading this it's because I can't bring myself to tell you in person. I just wanted you to know I really like you, and I'm sorry if this affects our friendship. Shit, I don't even know if you're gay.. Why am I writing this again? Oh, right. I like you. I hope you feel the same way, otherwise it's gonna be mega awkward at school! 
See you on Monday. 
Seokjin :)

My heart!! I fold up the note and tuck it inside my phone case, so I don't lose it. Then, I finish clearing up the living room and get on with homework. 

ahh! sorry this chapter was kinda boring except from the beginning, i have ideas but i needed a chapter in the middle to help link them up :3