Just One Day (No updates)

Miss Right

We finally stepped outside of the building and the bright winter sun was beaming down on us. Now that we were away from the crowd I felt a little more timid, but my hand still remained locked onto his.

"Umm, where do you want to go next" I shyly asked him. Ah I didn't enjoy acting girly in front of him, but my heart was in my throat; I had no idea what to say.

"Anywhere you like" he replied pulling me in closer so that I was comfortably leaning against his chest.

"That was so cheesy I think I puked in my mouth a little," I said, trying to suppress my giggles. He then cupped my face in one of his hands and planted another soft kiss on my lips.

"Was that cheesy enough for you?" He teased while stroking my bottom lip with his thumb. Honestly, where did he learn to kiss like that? What happened to the insensitive, rough hamster I knew? Although, whatever had happened to him in the last few years I wasn't going to complain about. I was starting to fall for my best friend, typical love story I scolded myself.

"Didn't we say we were going to go ice-skating?" I asked as I played with the buttons of his long coat.

"There is something else I would much rather be doing". He grinned at me. Gosh this guy was so impatient, I thought as he leaned in closer for another kiss. I put my hand over his mouth.

"Don't even think about it. We are on holiday in Amsterdam, we can't spend the whole time kiss-" I stopped; what was I doing? I thought as I stepped out of his hold.

"Do you not want to kiss me?" He asked softly, trying to conceal the fact that he was a little hurt.

"Of course I do, I- I have never felt like this with anyone, and what makes it special is that you are the closest person to me in the whole world; but that's also the problem. What will happen to our friendship? What about when you debut and I can't see you anymore? I don't want to lose you, it was already hard enough letting you go to become a trainee and-". I felt like crying because I really didn't want to lose him again, I couldn't deal with the heartache. I covered my eyes so that he wouldn't see how red they had gotten from trying to stop my tears. He removed my hands from my face and showed me his radiant smile. His deep dimples made him look so sexy and cute at the same time that I couldn't help but stare.

"Come with me" he said, tugging at my coat.

"What, where?" I replied while sniffing, but he didn't answer, so I just followed him.

We had been walking for about half an hour and in that time Namjoon had managed to lace his arm around my waist, which I didn't mind at all because I fit so comfortably into his body. We reached a bridge running across the canal and I walked to the edge of it and took in the magnificent view. After a few moments he joined me.

"I have worked hard over these last few years trying to make my dream come true..." He said, breaking the silence. "...At the price of not being able to see my family and friends. But what I have missed most during that time was my clumsy, loud, adorable, sweet best friend. I feel sad that we didn't go to college together as we had planned; I feel sad that I missed all the times you must have tripped and hurt yourself while trying to learn a new K-pop choreography; I feel sad that when I finally did get to see you I was replaced". Replaced? What? "But now you're here with me in this beautiful city, alone for the first time in God knows how long - I don't feel I can wait anymore". He wrapped both his arms around my waist from behind and rested his chin on my shoulder. Euphoria coursed through my veins as he edged his mouth closer to my ear.

"Miss Rianna Tasneem Rahman, I love you". He whispered to me, and at that moment my heart stopped. Tears of joy had built up in my eyes: it was a mixture of happiness that he had confessed to me and sadness at the realisation that we had missed out on almost three years together. "I have loved you ever since we met in year seven when you fell on top of my arm during PE and broke it. I fell even more in love with you as I got to experience your crazy personality. Now I just can't hide anything anymore, I feel like screaming it every time I see you. You are the only one I will ever love Rianna and whether you feel the same way or not my feelings will never change". I can honestly say that I wasn't able to breathe. All I could do was silently cry, as he held onto me tighter. How could I have been blind all these years? What a shitty best friend I was. And above all how could I have not realised that I had feelings for him too? I wiped my tears and opened my mouth to say something.

"Namjoon I-" But I was cut off by a series of sharp tingles running down my spine. He had taken the scarf I had borrowed away, moved his lips to the nape of my neck and began to line slow, tender kisses on it. I had lost track of the few words I wanted to say and became infatuated with the sensation. "Nam- Na- Nam stop, we can't do this here" I breathed, but he refused to listen. He moved my hair away and started to gently bite on the tip of my ear. I was drowning: my breathing became heavy and I knew that if he went any further than this my body would just explode. It took all my concentration but I had to stop him "Nam, Namjoon stop" I said while pushing my head right into his.

"Ow! You head-butted me," He yelled in shock as I turned around.

"Well you wouldn't stop," I laughed. A few drops of blood started to drip from his nose. Shit.

"Ahh look what you made me do!" I shouted as I wiped away the blood with the sleeves of my jumper. He winced a little at the pain as I dabbed his nose down. Our faces became close again so he took this opportunity to steal yet another kiss from me.

"Let's go ice-skating then" he chimed.

For the next hour we ice-skated, well at least I did because Namjoon kept falling every five seconds. We then explored the food stalls in the market for lunch and for the rest of the day just roamed around the city. By about 5pm we had reached a little park where they were doing an outdoor screening of Flying Home: a movie about a NY business man who has to choose between love and his career. Spoiler alert: it's a cliché film. Because there was loads of people gathered on blankets in one small area it was really warm. We bought some popcorn and sat down in between other tourists, but instead of watching the film we both put in his earphones and decided to make up our own story line while listening to Frank Ocean. However, halfway through I began to feel really tired and ended up nodding off for the rest of the film.

"Hey, wake up lazy" he whispered to me while stroking my hair. I had somehow ended up moving from sleeping on his shoulder to his lap, so when I hoisted myself upright my hair was a complete mess. Namjoon began to fix it, trying to tame my wild waves.

"You're so sloppy even as you sleep" he chuckled. Still in snooze mode I half opened one of my heavy lids. I nodded to him slowly, before falling right on his chest and continued to sleep. That was the last thing I remembered from that day.