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IT IS YOU [RM]

Hey guys! I was working on a Taehyung oneshot and I ran out of idea in the midway lmao. So here you go with Kim Namjoon. Love y'all!

IT IS YOU [RM]

"Joonie," I called out while rummaging through my just-now-completed hard copy of assignments, attaining a hum from Namjoon.
"I want a break," I said while staring at him, helpless.
"You took one just a while ago, idiot," he said, not yet cutting any glance towards my direction.

So I took the moment to take my glasses off, grit my teeth and tag along with my mental rant. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘯. 𝘞𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯-

"Say it out loud," he said, without letting any kind of emotion paint his face.
"Say what?"
"Your mental rant. I want to hear it." He said and his lips followed by a cocky smile right after.

"Uh.. I'd like to excuse myself to use the bathroom now."
"With the phone in, and stalking some random handsome or cute guy, huh?"

"Do you want some juice? Actually, I was about to head towards the kitchen. You've been working so hard lately. Apple juice should be fine. Yeah. Be right back." I said as I stormed out of the room.

Taking a fist full of cereal into my mouth, I grabbed the bottle of juice and started pouring it in two glasses full when my mother called out my name from the living room and started complaining, "Y/N, can't you just stay seated on your table and study for like just an hour or so at a stretch? Just look at yourself and-"

"I love you, mom," I said, cutting her off and started running upstairs with the drinks, receiving a shrug from her in the process.

Until when I was stopped by Namjoon on the halfway to my room when he said, "we'd complete the rest of the homework in the library tomorrow. Something important came up. See ya."
"The juice."
"Have it on my behalf, sweetie," he said, excusing himself out of the house.

I turned back, went to mom and watched TV for a while before having dinner. As I was heading to my room after that, I was wondering why he left so soon. Maybe he caused some random trouble to his sister or so.

While reaching out for my phone from the bedside table, I found my glasses lying flat against the floor. "I don't remember dropping it anywhere." So I picked it up and found a henge of it broken in the right.

Grabbing my phone, I went for the last dialed number and, "Namjoon? Why you gotta be so inhuman to th-"
"God, what did I do now? What are you talking about?"
"You broke the henge once again!"
"You mean the stick thing with specs? Oh c'mon, you look hilarious in it. Moreover, you don't have an eye defect, do you? So why'd you ever wear that shit? I wonder why people wear glasses as a part of their fashion. Crawl into the sheets and sleep well. By-"

I was glued to my spot as his words sank in, leaving me bemused. "Don't show up, Kim Namjoon."

"Wha-" I hung up on him.

I waited for him in the library the next day but he was not there. I kept on checking my phone, hoping for his text to pop out.

The following days went by the same.

Nothing.

The cafeteria seemed empty. Homeworks became super boring without a homework date like him.

There was a void somewhere. I remember waving "hi" at him once or twice but he'd ignore it anyway.

I missed him, of course.

And then one evening after a week and a half, maybe, I decided to show up at his place. There was a small chat with Mrs Kim after the greeting and she went to call her son afterwards.

I was waiting for him in the living room when his mom came back disappointed and said, "Y/N, did you guys get into a fight or something? He's been constantly refusing to show up. I think you should better go upstairs and knock him up by yourself. I'm sure he wouldn't let you go. I'm sorry for his behavior, dear." I nodded and proceeded upstairs.

I tapped on the door and called out his name once but he didn't respond. Mrs Kim looked at the door and back at me, confused; she decided to leave us alone within the scene.

"Joon, please open the door. We haven't been seeing each other for a while now. Seems like you took my words too serious. I was pissed... C'mon, you should've been the one to say sorry this time. Instead, you started talking nonsense over the call. You didn't even bother to pick up on my calls the 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 later. You've been ignoring me in the hallways. Uh.. you've been ignoring me all the way through. We need to talk, you heard me?" I was leaning back against the door, not sure if he was even listening.

"I feel a void somewhere. I miss you. I miss you so much. I love you. I don't wanna sob at your doors. That would be pathetic. I feel like I'm talking to myself right now and that's so embarrassing. Hey, you there? Joon? I'mma count it on three and if you don't respond, I'll be walkin-" and I fell on my butt against the floor because of him opening the door oh-so quick.
I heard him chuckle in tiny before I looked up at him. Groaning in pain, I said, "yeah, the local dork. Help me up or my ass would go flat with the floor!"

But the next moment what I felt was his breath lingering over my mouth. He leaned in closer and I could feel his pair of lips on mine. It was a soft peck disappearing in no time but the ghost of his lips kept on lingering on mine.
"Get up. I don't like flat ass, you know?"

And we laughed.

Soft enough. Haha