Bangtan Imagines

What Am I To You? ♡ Namjoon

On a rather dark and chilly evening, I had decided to invite my best friend, Namjoon, over for a movie marathon we made it through one whole movie, which was fun for the time being. We made fun of it and truly enjoyed each other's' presence during the film. We opted for a ten minute break, just to refresh ourselves before diving into a new movie. I was making an immense amount of popcorn in the kitchen while Namjoon scrolled through whatever social media site he was on. It was probably Twitter.

Y/n. His voice was so blunt against ambience of popping popcorn and fizzing sodas.

–Yes?

–What is the name of the guy you went on a date with yesterday?

–Hong Jaekyung. Why?

–He came up on Twitter. Did you know he is married?

–No he's not

–Look here

He turned his laptop around and there he was. Jaekyung with a beautiful woman, one maybe a few years older than myself, sharing a bottle of fine wine. The caption read Celebrating our fourth year together in London <3.

I looked at Namjoon. He looked pissed, not at me, but at Jaekyung. "I can't believe someone would actually do that to you."

–What do you mean?

–You're intelligent, beautiful, down to Earth...

–Namjoon...

–How could someone just... use you?

He looked pissed. More pissed than when people undermine the other members in his group. I couldn't help but feel a little nervous at what he might do.

"I'm going to go home." He shut his laptop, picked up the things he brought with him, and headed for the door. I ran in front of Namjoon, gripping his arms lightly.

"Don't leave. Please."

We both had tears in our eyes. Neither of us were entirely sure when, but streams ran down both of our faces. "I want you to be happy," he said quietly. He wasn't leaving now. Of course, he can't leave now. We're both crying. There might even be secret paparazzi outside, waiting to capture something scandalous. I can't let him leave in tears.

We both move to the couch and sit down for a moment, breathing and trying to stop our tears.

"What am I to you?" Namjoon's voice is barely above a whisper next to me.

That question repeated itself in my head over and over.

What am I to you?

What am I to you?

What am I to you?

–Do you want the truth?
–That's why I asked

–Namjoon...

–Please...

–You're my everything.

Tears dripped down our cheeks, one by one. I could feel his and he could feel mine. Our lips melded together miraculously. Emotions were erupting in my mind. I couldn't think properly though. One short thought after another.

"I love you, y/n."

"I love you too, Namjoon."