BTS RM Fan Fiction "Roommates"

Chapter Eight

Y/N's Point of View

Me and Namjoon were eating our cereal in silence when he asked me a question. "Are Taehyung and Ji Woo dating you think? I know you guys are close..." Did I detect some jealousy there? "so I was wondering if he had said something to you." My breathing was hitched as I shook my head no. What do I say? Can he tell that I'm lying? Sweat beads started going down behind my ponytail.

"Are you sure? It's just they seem really close, like weirdly so to just be friends." He looked into my eyes. "Maybe I'm just misreading it..." What do I do? His eyes are staring straight into my very soul.

"I need more milk," I said getting up from my chair. I suppose he expected me to go get the milk. I instead walked over and slid myself onto his lap. He looked at me with wide eyes before I kissed him. I kissed him a full minute before getting up to get myself more milk. I could feel him looking at me the entire time not moving. He finally shook his head before pouring out the rest of his food mumbling that he wasn't hungry anymore. Then he left, probably to go to class, which I'm going to be late for if I keep dragging.

I wonder how Jungkook was doing in his math class? He always had problems in high school with the harder maths.

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Jungkook's Point of View

I moved my hand further into her mess of hair. She took my leather jacket off and threw it across the room. I responded by taking her denim jacket off and tossed it to the side. Then Jin walked in. Dang, I forgot he was going to be coming over. Well this was awkward. Although it's probably the only time I'll ever see Lara blush. She was turning purple. 

"Am I interrupting something? I can come back later..?" Jin asked causally. My mind was screaming at Jin, that yes he was interrupting something and that he should come back later, but Lara was saying otherwise. "N-No. I was j-just l-leaving." She moved and grabbed her denim jacket before turning and waving at me. I heard the front door shut. I walked across the room and picked up my leather jacket and slid it back on. 

"What can I help you with hyung?" 

"Have you heard about Taehyung and Ji Woo? I bet Hoseok is fuming." 

"I actually have. They told you?" He nodded. "They came over and told me. I'm kind of shocked, I mean if any of us were going to break the sister rule I would have thought it would have been you. I didn't think he had it in him." 

"Didn't you literally just start dating Namjoon's sister like a month ago? How am I at the top of the list?"

"I got his permission." He said while waving a finger at me. 

"So? I heard you got it by threatening to beat him up?"

"False rumor." 

"Please." 

"Where are you going?" 

"To math class. I'm already late." I tossed him spare keys. "Lock up when you leave." 

"Okay? Hey, didn't I already have a thing of keys?" 

"You did but Namjoon broke them." I said on my way out. As I rushed to math class I wished that I was Namjoon briefly before realizing I'd have to give up Lara if I was Namjoon. But he doesn't have math class...

Not worth it. So not worth it.

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Namjoon's Point of View

When I arrived back home, the first thing I saw was a very distressed Y/N. She was holding wads of hair in both hands and was staring at an empty piece of paper, surrounded by balls of crumpled paper. I walked up and sat beside her in the floor.

"What's wrong?"

"For my art class I'm supposed to sketch someones face but I can't get Taehyung's nose right." 

"Have you thought about switching models?"

"Yes, but where am I going to find an easier model?" 

"Jungkook once told me that my face was the easiest to sketch, " I said as I moved to the other side of the coffee table. I propped my chin in my hand while I waited on her. 

"Did he now?" She started drawing something I couldn't see, I assume I should stay still. "Mmmhmm." It took one hour for her to finish, and I think she started over once or twice. Finally she looked from me to the piece of paper she was holding. She smiled. 

Her smile.

She said something to me, but I didn't hear it. She showed me the drawing. She did really well, it actually looked like a picture of myself that had a sketch filter on it. "Nice job." I put my hand out for a high five. "Thank you." 

"Jungkook was right. You are really easy to sketch. I had some difficulty with your jaw at first, but then I got the hang of it." She pointed at a little black dot where the tip of my hair ended. "See right there? The pencil went too deep and left a little black dot." 

"It's more of a speck." 

"After I get it graded you can keep it. That is, if you want to." 

"I do. Thank you." 

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Y/N's Point of View

Poor Namjoon. He had embarked on making us a home cooked dinner, but from the looks of it was failing. At least he hasn't, oh. Spoke too soon. He broke a spatula. Poor baby. 

"Namjoon, are you sure you want to do this? We can just order take out."

"Give me my phone." I heard him ordering us Chinese food. He had rolled up his sleeves when he first walked into the kitchen, and now he took off the flour covered apron checking to make sure there wasn't any flour on his white shirt or jeans. 

"Someday, mark my words, I will fix you a home cooked meal."

"Of course you will. And someday Jimin's pinky finger will get longer." He glared at me. "I mean it." 

"I'm sorry. Yes, you will. I have complete faith in you."

"Right..." It took the food longer than normal to get here, but then maybe it always took this long and I just never noticed. We ate in silence. Cleaned everything up in silence. Sat down on the couch in silence.

Everything was silent. 

It was almost like in a horror movie when you know that a jump scare is coming but you don't know when it's going to happen. Namjoon left and went to the bathroom. His phone went off. I couldn't help myself. I turned it over. It said to meet at seven. Confused I looked at the name.

The name tag was "My girlfriend".