"Well, on the bright side, you look like ." 

I turned my head to see Namjoon-hyung leaning against the frame of my door, making me grunt when I plopped my head back into my pillow, "Thanks, hyung." I murmured back in response, making him chuckle, 

"Just calling it how I see it," He then strided into my room, throwing his entire body onto my bed, sprawling his limbs across my comforter, "Don't tell me it's that girl again." I responded to him with silence, making him prop himself up on his elbows to look in my direction, a thin brow raised, "Just tell her how you feel. I don't get why it's such a big deal. She doesn't know who you are anyways." 

I groaned in response, taking a pillow and burying my face into its depths, "That's the point, hyung. I don't want her to find out who I am until I know she likes me for me."

He laughed lowly, "Yah, haven't you two been a thing for a few months now? How long until you schedule a meeting." 

"Why do you think I'm laying here right now?"