Choose Your Own BTS Adventure

PATH 4: NAMJOON - PART 7

Namjoon spun around at the sound of your loud gasp. "What? What happened?" He brought his arms up in concern, and when he did, somehow, I don't even know how, his elbow shot out sharply behind him and sent the handle of the frying pan spinning round and round on the stovetop.

"Joon! The eggs!" You could see them spinning behind him from the angle in which you sat and feared that the hot pan would be kissing the floor, or worse, Joon's feet, at any second.

"Aigoo!" His full Korean came out as he whirled around and caught the handle just in the knick of time. "Aigoo, aigoo!" He tried to right the pan on the stove and somehow knocked over an entire vase of spoons. "Aigoo, aigoo, aigoo!" The metal clashed together loudly against your ears.

"I'll get it! I'll get it!" he said, throwing out another firm hand to you as if to say 'stay.'

You cringed as he picked that up only for it to fall over six more times before he finally got it right. "There." He smiled and turned to get back to cooking the eggs. His hip knocked the handle of the pan hard; it sailed to the marble floor and the eggs were no more.

You sighed deeply.

"Oops," he said, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully with his hand. "How about some toast instead?"

"You finna tryna to burn down the building today?"

"I can do toast!" he bit back. His pride was dented, but still you shook your head.

"Just don't worry about it. I'm too sick to eat anyway." Slowly, you got up and started to scrape the fallen eggs back into the hot pan with your fingertips. It felt mushy and disgusting to you, and again, you wanted to be sick.

Namjoon kneeled down behind you. His arm slid past your side, a roll of paper towels held out regretfully to your right.

"Thanks," you said softly. You took the roll and got to work. It made the job a little less sickening. Namjoon made everything around him a little better... well, when he wasn't busy breaking every fucking thing anyway.

You heard Namjoon's breath in your ear, could feel the warmth of it spreading down your neck, sending memories of hot nights down your spine and spreading lower still. The pads of his fingertips walked their way up your back before he rested his palm snug on top of your shoulder.

"I am worried about you though," he said. You could polish the floors later with the amount of concern that dripped from his voice. His other hand was now on your hip and you tossed a clump of ruined eggs squished inside a paper towel into the pan and went still.

"What's wrong?" he went on. "Why don't you feel good?"

I'm late. I'm late. "I'm late."

"Pardon?"

You'd thought you'd only chanted that in your head, but evidently, the truth had slipped out. You swallowed, licked your lips, stood slowly, bringing the frying pan to the sink to be washed later if you could muster up the energy. Anything to buy yourself more time to think.

Namjoon stood behind you. "Did you say you're late?"

"Uuh..." You bit at your lip now, though eating your own face would do nothing to help and you knew it. "Yeah. I'm late. I was supposed to meet Sejin at the office early this morning. Something about picking up... a list... or... something..."

So you weren't the best liar, that much was certain.

"Uh huh." The way Namjoon said that as he nodded his head slowly up and down at you made you feel as if he didn't believe a word you said. Still, your tongue kept rolling on, snowballing down the hill, not even caring if the rest of you could keep up.