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Kim Seokjin was out of this world.
The first time Namjoon saw the man, he wasn’t wearing his glasses because he just finished PE class. He was coming out of the bathroom, and at the same time, the senior was entering, and there was- light. Sun light, illuminating his face.
The man gave Namjoon a small smile before moved aside, and entered the bathroom.
Namjoon closed his mouth, didn’t realize he was gaping.
Because damn, that man was a beauty. He didn’t always use the word, because Namjoon believed, the more you use a word, the more it would lose its meaning.
The second time Namjoon saw him, was at the canteen. He was wearing his glasses, and…
Okay. He used to hear people say, ‘oh, you look different without your glasses,’ and Namjoon would reply, ‘You look different too with my glasses on,’, he was a polite boy, he wouldn’t say the other people looked worse with his glasses on.
But this man was an exception. He looked impossibly better. His silky jet black hair. His bright eyes, framed by short cute eyelashes. His straight nose. His luscious lips.
Namjoon wasn’t wrong. He was an epitome of beauty.
And when the older laugh, it was annoyingly cute.
Hoseok wiped Namjoon’s chin. “You’re drooling,”
Namjoon touched his chin.
Hoseok laughed. “What is it?”
When the senior stood up, he walked towards Namjoon’s direction, still chatting with his friends. And Namjoon saw his nametag.
Kim Seokjin.
Kim Seokjin.
Kim. Seok. Jin.
It was the name Namjoon kept doodling on his books for the rest of his highschool year.
* * *
Seokjin went to school for graduation rehearsal. It would be his last day and he felt a little sentimental. His friends already went home. Seokjin was left behind because he needed to return some books to the library. He lost tracks of time when he found an old yearbook in the corner, sat quietly on the floor, flipping pages of old photos.
“Good- good afternoon, Sunbae-nim,”
Seokjin looked up and there was a junior, bowing to him. He had seen the boy several times before. Typical quiet kid with thick framed glasses. “Good afternoon,”
“I’m- I’m-“ the boy gulped.
Seokjin furrowed his eyebrows. “You?”
The boy shook his head.
“What’s your name?”
“Nam- Kim Namjoon.”
It was the first time Seokjin learned the boy’s name. He had an attractive deep voice actually, minus the stuttering.
Seokjin stood up slowly, standing face to face with the junior. “How can I help you, Namjoon?”
Namjoon took a deep breath. He was flushed.
“I’ve been thinking about this. About you. My friend said it will be my last chance. And I- we… we’ll never see each other again after you graduate, so I have nothing to lose,” Namjoon started.
Seokjin was staring at him.
And finally, Namjoon had the guts to look him in the eye. “I like you Seokjin Sunbae,”
It wasn’t the first time Seokjin received a confession. Boys, girls, shy, confident, he used to it all. He thought Namjoon was cute. But they never talked. Namjoon never talked to him.
“You don’t have to say anything. I just… I just want to tell you that.” Namjoon said again.
Seokjin smiled. Namjoon’s eyes fell to the floor. “Thank you, Namjoon. I’m honored.”
Namjoon said nothing. Regret flashed on his face. And Seokjin honestly didn’t want to hurt his poor heart.
“Congratulations on your graduation, Sunbae-nim, I hope you’ll do well in college,” Namjoon’s voice was a little small, but more stable. “I hope you’ll find what you’re looking for,”
“You too, Namjoon.”
Namjoon’s shoulders fell. “Goodbye, then… Sunbae,” he glanced at Seokjin, before turning away.
“Goodbye.” Seokjin bit his lip.
Namjoon stopped walking, turned around and went closer to Seokjin. His fist clenched. “Can- can I ask something, Sunbae?”
“What is it?”
“Can I- may I have your button?”
When Namjoon asked, Seokjin thought, ‘may I have a hug?’ ‘can I kiss you?’ which he might allowed, because… well, like Namjoon said, it would be their last meeting. He wouldn’t mind giving a hug, and if he was Namjoon’s first kiss, Seokjin would be flattered, really.
“My button?”
“This one,” Namjoon pointed to the third button of Seokjin’s uniform.
Seokjin touched his shirt. “Why?” he had a creeping thought that Namjoon was a little weird.
“Because it’s the closest one to your heart.”
If Namjoon asked for a kiss, Seokjin would give it. Even if Namjoon didn’t ask, Seokjin would still give it.
“Sorry, you must think I’m-“
“No, no,” Seokjin quickly pulled his button off and handed it to Namjoon. “You can have it.”
Namjoon looked at the little white button on his wide palm. “Thank you, Sunbae,”
Seokjin saw the boy smiled, and a deep dimple formed on his cheeks.
When Namjoon walked away, maybe he really took a part of Seokjin’s heart with him.
* * *
Namjoon didn’t believe in fate. Finding out the he got accepted at the same university as Seokjin, Namjoon still didn’t believe in fate. Saw Seokjin at one of the freshman’s party, Namjoon didn’t want to believe in fate.
Because they weren’t fated together.
No matter how Seokjin was the first one who noticed him, no matter how much they have talked that night, no matter how close Seokjin was leaning to him, it wasn’t fate. It was alcohol.
They were standing face to face in the balcony, Seokjin was a breath away.
“You’re drunk.” Namjoon gulped. Pushed away the thought that Seokjin almost kissed him.
“I’m sober,”
“I doubt that, Sunbae,”
“I’ve told you to call me Hyung,”
Namjoon sighed a smile. “Seokjin Hyung,”
Seokjin grinned. “Come with me,” he pulled Namjoon’s hand and led him through the crowds. They entered a room, and the older closed the door behind them, before pushing Namjoon to it.
Namjoon was a little taller than Seokjin, and the older’s hot breath hit right on Namjoon’s sensitive neck, before put his face on Namjoon’s chest, lips attached to Namjoon’s collarbone.
Namjoon felt hot. Thirsty. Suffocated. Because Seokjin was all around him, hands roaming under his shirt and he couldn’t hold it. He searched for Seokjin’s lips, and god, maybe that was how it felt to kiss an angel.
* * *
“Are you okay?”
“No.”
Hoseok frowned. Namjoon told him the story of how he made out the whole night with the love of his life, jerked each other off, and after Seokjin was asleep, Namjoon ran away.
“Why?”
Namjoon grabbed his hair. “He was drunk.”
“It was mutual.”
“He was drunk, Seok.”
Hoseok already told Namjoon thousands of time to ask Seokjin out already. But Namjoon always refused. He wouldn’t say it again because he already knew the answer. He pushed a tuna sandwich to Namjoon, but before the taller could eat it, Hoseok grabbed it back.
“Next time you tell me a story about Kim Seokjin, it will be about how you ask him out, Joon. If you’re not gonna do it, stop moping about him.”
It wasn’t the first warning Hoseok gave to his friend. Because to be honest, Hoseok was the only one who would listen to Namjoon rambling about his unfortunate fate with Seokjin.
“Got it?”
Namjoon huffed.
“Joon?”
Namjoon closed his eyes. “It’s like we’re on parallel lines, you know? We can be with each other, but not together.”
Hoseok put the sandwich on the table.
Namjoon wasn’t eating. “Seokjin Hyung… he’s- he’s just… he’s just not my human.”
Someone slapped Namjoon’s head from the back. Namjoon was dumbfounded, mouth gaping as he tried to rub off the pain from his head.
It was Kim Seokjin.
“Do you dislike me that much? Do you hate me?” Seokjin shouted and some students turned around to watch.
“…no,” Namjoon mumbled, didn’t dare to look him in the eye.
“Do you think I’m so unworthy of you?”
“No,”
“Then why,” Seokjin grabbed Namjoon’s collar. “Why you never ask me out?” his eyes pierced though Namjoon’s.
Namjoon sighed. “You… you would never…”
“I thought you weren’t that arrogant but apparently you think so highly of yourself, Kim Namjoon,” Seokjin scoffed and folded his arms. “Am I no match to you? Why are you not giving me any chance?”
Namjoon opened his mouth and closed it again.
“What a fucking joke,” Seokjin sat next to Namjoon and took the sandwich. “Anger makes me hungry. Hello, I’m Kim Seokjin. I think I’ve seen you around.”
“Hello, Sunbae, I’m Jung Hoseok. Uh, we went to the same highschool…”
“Hi, Hoseok-ah. Right, right… I’ve seen you at high school.” Seokjin talked with Hoseok as he ate the sandwich, asked Hoseok’s major and what he had for lunch.
Namjoon said nothing, and when he stole a glance at Seokjin, he noticed there was a hickey on the back of his neck. He remembered biting Seokjin’s skin when he came last night, right on that spot.
“I have a class in five minutes and I gotta pee,” Seokjin stood up. “See you around, Hoseok. And make sure Namjoon will ask me out. Or I’m not talking to him again.”
“See you, Hyung!” Hoseok waved to Seokjin.
* * *
It had been two days. Two days since Seokjin confronted Namjoon and Hoseok was actually a little glad Seokjin hit him, hopefully hit some senses into Namjoon.
But he was wrong.
“Don’t you think he was joking?”
Hoseok’s fingers clenched around his chopsticks. They went out to get night snacks. A few bottles of beer used to shut Namjoon’s up, but his alcohol tolerance increased and he began to overthink even more after a bottle of soju.
“Just do whatever you want to do, for fuck sake,” Hoseok muttered.
Namjoon startled and Hoseok wished he didn’t say it so roughly. It was unusual for him to curse.
But he already said it anyway. “Stop thinking, Joon. Just stop. You’re thinking too much.”
Hoseok lost his appetite and he ordered another bottle of soju.
Namjoon took a deep breath and pour the soju to both of their glasses. “I’m sorry.”
Hoseok felt guilty.
“I just… I just don’t see us, actually together, I think.” He just held his glass and Hoseok already poured another glass. “I cannot imagine… talking to him, touching him is impossible. Dating him is…”
“Nirvana?”
Namjoon chuckled and drank his soju.
Hoseok felt better. He drank another glass and his head was lighter. “If you don’t see things like that… does it mean he’s not for you?”
Hoseok’s question made Namjoon fell to a deeper thought.
“What about me instead?”
Hoseok’s throat felt dry, his hand moving fast to pour more soju to his glass and drank it. He could control his mouth, but his words came out just like that.
“What?”
“What about dating me instead?”
Hoseok knew there was no way back. And somehow, it felt like just the right time to tell Namjoon how he felt.
Namjoon stared into Hoseok’s eyes, waited for his friend to crack a smile, telling him that he was joking. But Hoseok was staring back, waiting for his answer. “What are you talking about?”
“You know what I’m talking about, Namjoon.”
“Are you drunk?”
“I’m not. But I’m still gonna regret this in the morning, though…” he chuckled. “Depends on your answer.”
Namjoon closed his mouth and looked at Hoseok’s hands around his tiny soju glass. “Hoseok,”
Hoseok swore, even Namjoon’s breath felt like rejection.
“You are my bestfriend.”
Namjoon’s hands felt warm when he wrapped them around Hoseok’s hands. He didn’t know he was shaking, but he was sure the tremors weren’t coming from Namjoon.
“I’m sorry.”
Hoseok shook off Namjoon’s hand, took the soju bottle, and poured the liquid to his glass. “Regret it is, then.”
* * *
“Seokjin Hyung,”
Seokjin wasn’t kidding when he said he wouldn’t talk to Namjoon until the younger asked him out. They met at the hall, passing each other on the canteen, but Seokjin didn’t say hi like usual. Namjoon’s greetings got ignored.
Namjoon walked beside Seokjin on the corridor, couldn’t stop the older as he was walking to his next class. “Do you like movies? What kind of movies do you want to watch?”
Seokjin finally looked at him. “Why?”
“I. I’m asking you out?”
“For?”
“…movies?”
Seokjin stopped walking and crossed his arms. “Try again, Namjoon.”
Namjoon blinked. “You don’t like movies?”
“I like movies, alright.” Seokjin adjusted his backpack strap that fell off his right shoulder. “Tell me, are we going out?”
“…if… you want to?”
Seokjin’s brows furrowed, as he hummed. “Fruit from Middle East. Usually they dry it. Tastes very sweet. What is it?”
“A date?”
“Sure!” Seokjin grinned. “When?”
Namjoon was overwhelmed but Seokjin’s wittiness made him smile and he didn’t feel as nervous as before. “Friday at 8?”
“It’s perfect.” Seokjin smiled and Namjoon beamed. “You have to text me. To… you know, remind our appointment.”
“Our date.” Namjoon corrected Seokjin, and the older laughed.
* * *
On the second date, which Seokjin initiated, he asked Namjoon, “Why didn’t you ask for a second date?”
“Because… uh, we just went two days ago?”
“Are you bored of me?”
“No! Not at all… I guess you want to take it slow.”
“Do you?”
“I’ve been waiting for three years, Hyung. Two days is nothing.”
And on the fourth date, Seokjin asked, “Do you still like me, Namjoon?”
Namjoon answered with a nod.
To his surprise, Seokjin also liked to read and they spent all afternoon at a bookstore, before applying for joint membership card so they could get discount for future purchases. They had dinner, but Seokjin said he was still hungry so they went to a convenience store, bought instant noodles and soda. There were small tables in front of the store and they ate there. Under the dim street light, even Seokjin still shined so bright.
“What makes you wait? Why it takes so long for you to ask me out?”
Namjoon blinked. “I- I think… I lack courage,”
Seokjin snorted. “You’re the first man I know who admit that he’s a loser.”
“And I think you’re… you’re too good for me.” Namjoon mumbled, looking down and swirled his noodle.
Seokjin held Namjoon’s hand and his chopsticks fell to the table. “Look at me.”
Namjoon’s face fell hot, but he forced his eyes to meet Seokjin’s.
“Do I have two eyes?”
Namjoon was confused, but he nodded.
“And eyebrows?”
“A little thick,”
“Yours is thicker than mine, I think,” Seokjin brushed Namjoon’s eyebrow with his finger. “And you have a nose. Do I have one?”
Namjoon laughed. “Of course. With two holes.”
“Same,” Seokjin said.
“And you have… beautiful lips,” Namjoon dared himself to say.
“I can say the same about you.” Seokjin said. “See? We’re the same. What do you mean I’m too good for you?”
Namjoon gulped. When Seokjin took Namjoon’s hand and placed it over his chest, he also put his own palm over Namjoon’s chest.
“Our hearts beat the same.” Seokjin whispered.
Namjoon thought if he fell in love.
He leaned over the table, held the back of Seokjin’s head, and kissed him on the lips. Seokjin gasped, but kissed back, and Namjoon thought Seokjin was wrong, they weren’t the same. Seokjin was a goddess, and he was a mere human who almost got a heart attack from a kiss.
Seokjin startled and a flash of fear hit Namjoon. Maybe Seokjin regret it. “Sorry-“
“You spilled my ramen, you should be sorry,” Seokjin exaggerated his anger as he moved back and crossed his arms.
When Namjoon kissed him, he accidentally knocked over Seokjin’s cup noodle and the soup was spilling on the table, some of it stained Seokjin’s shirt.
“Ah- sorry, Hyung,” Namjoon went to the older, bent down and awkwardly dabbed Seokjin’s shirt with tissue.
Seokjin tried to hold back his laugh but failed. “You’re helpless, Joon,” he took the tissue away from Namjoon and kissed him again.
* * *
Seokjin was someone who threw away the word ‘love’ easily. When Yugyeom scolded him for eating his melon bread, Seokjin would say, “Sorry, love you!”. There was a time Seokjin accidentally ruined Hwasa’s clay. The girl whined, “Oh gosh I really hate you!” and to that, Seokjin would replied, “I love you, though?”
Namjoon was a different case.
Seokjin thought he could say it… love you, to Namjoon, when they were chatting or kidding. But everytime he almost said it, he held himself. Why, Seokjin began to learn.
They went to the aquarium that day, and watched the fireworks by the river at night. They were making out under the bridge, and Seokjin asked if Namjoon wanted to book a room. They couldn’t go to the dorm, Hoseok would be there. Seokjin had moved to his own house that semester, so his place wasn’t an option either.
Namjoon agreed, and once they reached the hotel room, Seokjin did not waste a time to take off Namjoon’s clothes, his following through. Namjoon was a good kisser, he kissed deep, and always took Seokjin’s breath away.
When they were naked on the bed, Namjoon on top of Seokjin, with his bangs shadowing his dark eyes, Seokjin thought the man was so damn sexy, and he wanted Namjoon so much, and it reminded him of the disgustingly sweet teenage crush feeling when he was in highschool.
Namjoon stroked his cock. “Do you want to top?”
Seokjin licked the sweat on Namjoon’s neck. “No, it’s fine,”
Namjoon moaned as Seokjin sucked his skin. “What?”
It was crazy how much desire Seokjin had for Namjoon. He took Namjoon’s hand and directed it to his hole. “Prep me.”
They bought condoms but did not bought lube. “Is it okay?”
Actually, no, because it was too dry and weird and Seokjin felt frustrated because he couldn’t hold himself, he wanted sex, right now. “…okay,”
“Hyung-“ Namjoon was a knuckle deep. “I can just get you off.”
“Do you not want this?”
Point one of why Seokjin couldn’t say ‘I love you’ yet to Namjoon. Sometimes, Namjoon just confused him. The younger told him that he was happy with him, but did Namjoon wanted Seokjin, as much as Seokjin wanted Namjoon?
“Of course I want you.”
Seokjin clenched his teeth. “I want you too-“ so fucking much, I can go crazy, but Seokjin didn’t say.
Namjoon pushed Seokjin’s thighs opened, and went down on him. Licking his hole.
“Namjoon-“ Seokjin choked. “You don’t have to-“
Namjoon pushed his tongue to his hole, and fingered him again. “I want to.”
Seokjin could came right there and then. He held Namjoon’s hair.
“You’re too tense,”
“Maybe you should try getting your ass eaten. It’s not one of the most relaxing feelings in the world,”
Namjoon got up and smiled, leaning to his face and kissed his forehead.
That was the hundredth time Seokjin wanted to say ‘I love you’. And the hundredth time he held it in, and said instead, “What are you doing?”
“Because you’re cute,”
“I’m not.” Seokjin could feel his face blushed darker.
“Yeah no, we don’t need cute right now, do we?” and Namjoon smirked.
How dare he smirked!
And Namjoon ripped open the condom with his teeth, rolled it off his cock, and Seokjin held it. God, he could spend all night stroking Namjoon’s glorious cock. But not tonight. He directed Namjoon’s cock towards his hole.
“You’re still too tight,” Namjoon said.
“Just- just go slowly…”
Namjoon held his breath.
“Kiss me.”
Namjoon did, distracted Seokjin with his kiss, as he pushed in deeper. Namjoon’s movements were uncoordinated at first, but as Seokjin started to loosen up, he snapped his hips deeper, brushed Seokjin’s prostate with every thrust and drove him mad.
Seokjin didn’t realized he closed his eyes until Namjoon kissed his eyelids. He opened them, and faced Namjoon, a breath away from him, wet with sweat, his eyes dark with lust.
That one hundredth and one time Seokjin wanted to say ‘I love you’ but didn’t. Because it might be his hormone speaking.
Namjoon gathered Seokjin in his arms and pulled him up, so Seokjin was sitting on Namjoon’s thighs, his unbelievably thick thighs, two of Seokjin’s favorite things when he was kissing Namjoon on the younger’s lap.
“Fuck, Nam-“ Seokjin whined. He was close to the edge.
“Touch yourself,”
One of Namjoon’s hand was supporting their bodyweight, the other one was grabbing Seokjin’s ass, and the older knew Namjoon would leave marks.
Seokjin stroked his cock, eyes on Namjoon’s. His lips parted, letting out heavy breaths and moans.
“You’re beautiful, Seokjin,”
Namjoon fucked him up. Namjoon just ruined him. There was no way another man could come into his life, and came close to where Namjoon was. Namjoon and his stupid mouth, with beautiful words were just coming out of those lips.
Seokjin wrapped his arm around Namjoon, kissing him, as he stroked himself faster.
He came with his lips breathing into Namjoon’s, and he could feel the younger emptied himself inside him, after a three strong thrusts.
Seokjin put his head on Namjoon’s shoulder, slumped on him. They stayed still for a moment like that, catching their breath, before Namjoon let himself fell to the back, keeping Seokjin close to him.
Seokjin put his head on Namjoon’s chest. “Namjoon-ah,”
Namjoon hummed, combing Seokjin’s hair with his fingers.
“…was it… your first time?” he asked slowly. He wanted to ask before, but afraid it would kill the mood. He couldn’t help but think that way, since Namjoon admitted that he liked Seokjin and Seokjin only since high school.
“Um, no…?”
“Oh,” Seokjin tried hard not to sound jealous. “Who’s your first time?”
“It’s was a girl.”
“A girl,” Seokjin repeated.
Namjoon stopped combing his hair. “Why?”
“Nothing, I just wanna ask.” Seokjin got up. “I’m thirsty. Do you want some water?”
Seokjin understood the reason why he didn’t want to say I love you. Because he was afraid Namjoon wouldn’t say it back at him. Afraid he was actually, not that special in Namjoon’s life. Afraid he was just someone Namjoon used to like, a highschool crush. Afraid he was just his sex number two. Or three. Or- who knew.
Afraid he was in love, alone.
* * *
“My brother is getting married this weekend.”
It wasn’t an invitation, and Namjoon wondered if Seokjin wanted him to come. “Congrats…?”
Being together with Seokjin for five months, he could guess the older’s mood by his facial expression. The muscles on his face was a little tight. Seokjin put his book on the table and opened it. They were in the library and Namjoon was getting his paper done. Namjoon continued typing when Seokjin said nothing else and started to read.
Seokjin unplugged his earphone.
Namjoon turned to look at him.
Seokjin stared at the younger.
“Do you want to talk about something, Hyung?”
Seokjin bit the insides of his mouth.
Namjoon learned to say everything in his heart and asked straightly if Seokjin wanted something. He wanted to make their relationship work. Communication played a big part, he believed. It was unexpectable how Seokjin became quiet when he was with Namjoon, but Namjoon knew, Seokjin also had a part of him that was not always joking around and smiling, the man could also be calm and serious.
“I don’t have anything to do this weekend,” Namjoon said. If it helped, if Seokjin wanted him to come to the wedding.
“Can you accompany me this afternoon? I need to check my suit to the tailor.”
Namjoon smiled. “Of course,”
Namjoon had been with Seokjin for five months, and he still couldn’t get to how breathtaking Seokjin could look. Seokjin was trying his dark grey suit, Mr Park the tailor was adjusting his tie.
“It’s not too tight, isn’t it?”
“It feels fine,” Seokjin said to Mr Park.
“Hyung, can I take a picture?”
To Namjoon surprise, Seokjin blushed a little. “Stop embarrassing me, Namjoon,” he didn’t look at Namjoon but just awkwardly checking himself on the mirror.
He thought Seokjin would be in his extra confident self and told Namjoon to take as many pictures he wanted.
“So, can I?” Namjoon asked again.
“…do whatever you like,” Seokjin mumbled.
Namjoon took nine photos from four different angles and was choosing which one he should set as his wallpaper when Seokjin said it was time to go.
“I don’t have a suit,” Namjoon said.
“You can wear anything,” Seokjin said as they walked out.
“Ah, how can I wear anything when you look that stunning,”
Seokjin just scoffed.
Two days later, Seokjin was coming over to Namjoon’s dorm and nagged him to clean up his room.
“This dirty towel! How can you put this on your bed?!”
“It’s not dirty, it’s the color, Hyung!”
“I cannot fathom how Hoseok can stand being your roomate…” Seokjin muttered.
He helped Namjoon folding the laundry and Namjoon asked him if there’s anything he could wear for the wedding.
“I’ve told you, anything is fine,”
“I don’t have many shirts… most of them are at home…” Namjoon rummaged his closet.
“Don’t- yah, you’ll mess up the stacks if you just pull something out like that,” Seokjin walked towards him. “This sweater is fine, casual clothes is fine, Joon,”
Seokjin noticed a little box on the corner of Namjoon’s closet. “What’s this?”
“It’s-“
Seokjin took it and opened the box. There was a button.
“You treasure a button this much?”
Namjoon should’ve known that Seokjin didn’t remember, but still. “It’s your button.”
Seokjin blinked. “My button.”
“The third button of your high school uniform shirt.”
Seokjin froze.
Namjoon took the box from Seokjin hand, but the older keep it tight in his hand. “You still keep it?”
“Of course.” It was a silly question, really.
“Why…?”
Because Namjoon’s feelings for Seokjin, was still the same, and it grew.
Seokjin’s eyes were teary.
“Seokjin Hyung, are you okay?”
Seokjin dropped his gaze. He opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again. There was something bothering him, and Namjoon didn’t know what.
“You have to tell me if something-”
Seokjin shot him a look. “Do you love me?”
“Of course.” Namjoon replied
Silence fell between them and Seokjin slowly sat on Namjoon’s bed.
Namjoon sat next to him. “Of course I love you. I thought you knew.”
“You… you do..?”
“I do.” Namjoon’s reply came fast. “I don’t exactly remember the time when it start, but… it easily grows. I already like you so much and… I always have, love you.”
“I- I didn’t know… that you… do...”
“How can’t you see?”
“Are you saying I’m blind?”
Namjoon smiled. “Yes. Or maybe I’m not showing it enough.” He took Seokjin’s hand and held it.
Seokjin looked at Namjoon in the eye. Yes, Namjoon had been showing him love more than enough and he still couldn’t see it. He was the fool. “Why can’t you say it like normal people?”
“I’m not normal people,” Namjoon’s smile widened. “If you’re normal, you should say it, then,”
Seokjin put his head on Namjoon’s shoulder. “I hate you,”
Namjoon chuckled. “I hate you too,” he kissed Seokjin’s nose.