One Night | BTS FF

Chapter 25

~Seokjin's POV~

That night after everyone went their separate ways, I tried to resist the urge to go talk to Namjoon. Not that I really wanted to, I just...wanted to know what he was doing with Jungkook. I was on my knees on the couch, peeking over the back of it at Namjoon's bedroom door, half hoping it would open and I could casually start conversation, half hoping that he would stay in there for the rest of the night.

My breath hitched whenever his bedroom door opened, and I quickly ducked down and laid down on the couch casually, pretending to be watching the commercial that was playing on the tv. Namjoon went into the kitchen, grabbed a drink, then retreated back into his room.

I groaned quietly in annoyance, before I turned off the tv and stomped to my room. I didn't want to talk to him, really, but I wish he would talk to me! It sucks that he's making me play the part of his boyfriend but he won't even talk to me; Not that I want him to. And not that I'm even playing the part of his boyfriend to begin with.

I shut my door a little harder than I intended, accidentally slamming it, but I ignored the loud boom and threw myself onto my bed, curling up under the blankets and quietly whining to myself.

A few seconds later, my bedroom door opened. "Hyung? Are you okay? I heard a loud noise..." Namjoon said, as he peeked into my room.

I glared at him. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" I spat, and he shrugged.

"If you were hurt and couldn't respond, what good would my knocking do you? But...I'm glad you're okay." He smiled at me, before he slowly began to close the door.

"Hey, wait." I said, and he opened the door all the way instantly and looked at me, almost like he was excited that I had something to say to him. I eyed him quietly, before I mumbled, "What were you and Jungkook doing together all day?" I asked, and he rose an eyebrow.

"I thought I already told you? We were talking music and lyrics. I composed a song for him and he wanted to run by some lyrics with me." He said, and I frowned.

"Why are you composing songs for him?" I asked, and he came further into the room and sat on my bed.

"He wants to be a singer. He has a very pretty singing voice. I'm just helping him out a little." He said, and I gave a slight nod.

"Okay." I said, and silence filled the room. A few seconds passed as we just stared at each other, silently willing the other to say something.

Eventually, Namjoon laid down on his stomach next to me and gave me a smug smile. "So...are you gonna crawl into my bed again tonight?"

I smacked him hard on the shoulder, and he chuckled. "I'll take that as a no. But in that case..." He rolled on top of me and hovered over me, making me gulp as I looked over my shoulder at him. "Maybe I should just stay here with you instead?"

"Go to your own room." I hissed, and he chuckled.

"Why? I like it here. With you."

"I'm not interested in sleeping with you, so go away!" I growled, and he smiled.

"Eventually, you'll want to sleep together. We're two gay guys living together, and we aren't exactly friends. We also have a sexual history. Sexual tension is bound to build up, and well...I'm all for it. But I suppose if you don't want to yet, then...I'll wait for you."

Is what he said...but the next morning while I was cooking breakfast he grabbed my ass, and later in the day he groped my chest. Both times, I kicked his shins but he just laughed lowly and walked away. Now it was nighttime again, and I was watching Namjoon like a hawk as he put away some stuff that belonged in the kitchen, as I made our dinner. And he was well aware of me watching him. He winked at me teasingly a few times, and continued unpacking a box of dishes. Whenever he was finished, he folded in the box and put it with the other emptied boxes. Then, he came over to me. I immediately turned around and glared at him. He chuckled at my reaction, and wrapped his arms around my waist.