Venus ❀ knj, myg

여섯

A week or two has passed. Namjoon and I have gotten closer, he came over a lot and we would cuddle on my couch. He shared his love for art and music. He told me he'd like to open a museum or a library, even if he was the only visitor.

I told him about my dreams of growing a big garden. With statues, vines, and all types of flowers. I also told him about taehyung and how we ended a month ago.

He listened to me the entire time, not once did he interrupt me or shut me up. He shows actual interest in what I'm talking about. When I was talking about taehyung, his hug got tighter like an attempt to protect me.

This was our thing. Coming over to either his or my house, cuddling on the couch, and talking. We no longer know each other as "the boy from the train." We know each other's dreams and fears. We share past stories or sit in silence.

Namjoon would often bring a book with him. Most nights he would read a few chapters before leaving. His accent doesn't go well with Shakespearean, but seeing how invested he would get when explaining is cute. He gets a gleam in his eyes.

"The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem. For that sweet odor which doth in it live," Namjoon read. I look at him confused. He kisses my forehead and continues reading. His Korean accent makes the Shakespearean English sound funny.

My heart beats faster when I'm around him. When his hands run through my hair, I get butterflies. I would catch him staring at me when I'm stuck on a show. He would listen and smile at how excited I get when something happens.

He doesn't yell at me. He doesn't complain and he's never threatened to hit me. How come I feel so happy? When he kisses my forehead and holds my hand. I don't get it.