Namjoon x You

Writer’s ChoicePt. 2 - A Chance

Word Count: 2841

You should read part 1 to really understand part 2.

 

Waking up with a hard on for the third time this week was really starting to get on his nerves. Namjoon ran his hand through his hair, sighing while throwing his covers off of him and marching off to have another cold shower. He knew that she was on his mind. She hadn’t left his mind since that day at the coffee stand. It had been a couple of weeks since the rejection and he only seemed to have two options. Stay awake all night and make music; gotta love emotional events  being muses. Or sleep and meet Yuuni in his dreams. It was the same dream, a movie repeat of the night of the party but with a few additions. He hadn’t been drunk enough to lose all senses and have with her but more than enough clothing had been lost that night.

 

Namjoon would really like to chalk up the night and his current predicament to just his doing the talking but that wasn’t the case. No, that party had just been an eye opener to how much he actually cared about his hoobae. He had always found her attractive but music makes him lose focus on other things, people in general. Now though, his music and people were mixing. He never expected her rejection to hurt him as much as it had. He had been planning on explaining to her that while he hadn’t anticipated for things to go as far as they did, he didn’t want to just leave it there. That she wasn’t just some random drunken play thing, that he cared for her and would help he could show her that. It wasn’t like he wanted to run into a relationship but he at least wanted a chance, a date, see where things go.

 

A chance.

 

His current songs were heavily themed with just that. One chance. He didn’t know how to stop it. Rejection, chances, desperation, hurt, want of new beginnings. It was an endless cycle. He couldn’t get her out of his head.

 

Walking up to the short line at the coffee stand, Namjoon sighed but his ees were still searching for those warm eyes that haunted his dreams. Yuuni was full of smiles this morning. Her hair pulled back in a ponytail. No red or purple marks were visible. They had faded and it was stupid but a part of him really wanted to see the red and purple marks he made on her neck once more. Giving his head a little shake almost as if he would rid himself of such thoughts. It didn’t work.

 

Your eyes met by chance and Namjoon gave you a small wave. The way his stomach did a flip flop at your smile directed just at him made him sigh.

 

“Whipped…”

 

He muttered under his breath and moved further up the line. Waiting for his turn impatiently, the brunette tried to listen to the music he had playing from his phone. It was sort of working. He was listening but it was hard to keep his eyes off of you. A few more people and then he was there, pulling out his left earbud and ordering his usual. In fact, he didn’t even have to speak the order since you knew it by heart. Things had been a little awkward between the two of you immediately after the idea to just forget what had happened but slowly they were improving.

 

You were glad that at least now, he wasn’t avoiding you. Knowing how to feel about something you still couldn’t recall was hard. It wasn’t like you could make those memories come out of thin air. At some point the alcohol from that had done a number on you and any recollection of anything past hitting the dance floor with Namjoon just wasn’t present. For a number of days you strained to remember but all that was there was the warmth of his large hand pressing into your lower back as he pulled you impossibly closer on the dance floor. His thigh between yours and you maybe, no definitely, grinding against him. Goodness, maybe you really should lay off the alcohol for a bit. This wasn’t really a situation you wanted to repeat any time soon. No scratch that, ever.

 

“Hey,”

 

“Hi.”

Leaning your arms on the counter you looked at Namjoon, he had bags under his eyes. It wasn’t something you hadn’t seen before but it still prompted you to ask him about it. Despite what had happened you had let that go about a week ago. You two were friends after all, friends noticed when things were up with the other.

 

“You’re not staying up all night in the studio again are you?” Pointing a finger from eye to eye you continued, “Look at those bags, you can’t catch any ladies that way.” Oh and the teasing had begun. It wasn’t something you could turn off. It had always been there. Watching him glance down and scratch the back of his head, you raised a brow in curiosity. Something was up, that was for sure.

 

“I haven’t been. Just can’t seem to sleep well, ya know.” The man swung his earbuds around while looking everywhere but at you and muttering something under his breath. It sounded like ‘or too much.’ but you couldn’t be sure. It made you wonder if he had met someone but Jonghyun beat you to the punch and popped his head next to yours, “Or did you already find a lady?” He wiggled his eyebrows and the dusting of pink on Namjoon’s ears was hard to miss. Immediately the older male shook his head and waved his head back and forth. Jonghyun was chuckling as he went back to making the coffee and you just shook your head at his antics.

 

“Nah, just can’t seem to stop thinking about some-” Namjoon began.

 

“One?” Jonghyun filled in, popping up again but this time with a freshly brewed coffee. He set it on the counter and leaned against the edge of the counter.

 

“Thing… Something,” the elder clarified but couldn’t meet anyones eyes while saying it. Pulling out his wallet, he pulled out a couple of bills.

 

“Hmm… Well, you know oppa, if you ever want to talk, I’ll listen.” You offered with sincere eyes. Namjoon raised his to yours, probing,

 

“Will you?”

 

“Of course!” Smiling brightly at him, you watched a small smile spread over his lips. His dimple was peeking at you. Before you could stop yourself, you leaned over further and poked it. He surprised you by catching your hand before the culprit could disappear.

 

“How about now Yuuni-yah?”

 

There was something about his voice, it became a deeper timbre when he said your name and it sent a shiver down your spine. Frozen it took you a moment before you could get your mouth to work.

 

“I’m working but um, maybe later tonight?” Namjoon just continued staring into your eyes, hand still wrapped around your wrist. It wasn’t until you glanced down twice at your captured wrist that he released you.

 

“Yeah? Tonight then. Come by the studio.” He placed the bills on the counter and grabbed his coffee. Nodding you silently confirmed the plans. The grin that broke out over his face was practically blinding and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as well. That was until Jonghyun whispered some ludicrous ideas in your ear.

 

“Yah! What nonsense! Don’t make me flick you!” Raising your hand up ready to flick the boy in the head you yelled at him and missed Namjoon chuckling at the both of you before heading off to his class.

 

Nerves. They came and they go but normally when you were standing in front of a class before you had to give a stupid report or speech for people you’d never even see after this semester was over. So why were they appearing as you stood in front of Namjoon’s studio door? You didn’t know but it had you hesitating. The fact that you had raised your hand to the door multiple times only to lower it by your side and continue to stare at the grey door wasn’t odd at all. Wrong, it was so, so, so very odd but it didn’t make any sense. Hearing a rumble of laughter behind you made you whip around.

 

“You know he won’t be able to hear you even if you knock right?” A beanie clad man continued laughing at you as he moved forward and just opened the door for you.

 

“Go on Yuuni, ladies first.” He waved his in front of him, as if showing you the way.Letting out a silent breath you nodded.

 

“Stop laughing at me Yoongi Oppa.” You grumbled as you walked into the studio with a grinning upperclassman behind you. He did stop laughing but that grin wasn’t going away anytime soon. Yoongi moved faster than you even if he did let you step in first.

 

“Hey Joon, I’m just grabbing those scores we were looking at earlier. You got company, man. I’ll call you later about the project.” He pulled off the headphones Namjoon was wearing and patted him on the back. Turning towards the interruption, Namjoon nodded.

 

“Alright hyung. Thanks.”

 

By then you had made your way out of the entranceway and to the small loveseat that was squished in the small studio. Yoongi walked by you and ruffled your hair.

 

“Have fun kiddo,” He snickered as he walked out of the studio and shut the door behind him. Immediately your hands were fixing your hair. It wasn’t that messed up but had managed to knock a few strands loose. Regardless you were grumbling about him treating you like you were five.

 

After a few moments of silence you realized that there were a pair of very amused eyes trained on you. Oops, how did you get so lost in your own grumbling that you forgot Namjoon was here and he was the one who asked to see you. Raising your eyes to him, your gaze darkened.

 

“Stop laughing sir or I’m not going to lend you my ear like I offered.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you didn’t notice the sharp intake of breath the musician in front of you took.

 

“Alright, alright but it’s cute. You’re cute. I- I mean your annoyance is cute.”

 

Leaning back into the loveseat it was your turn to giggle. Why was he rambling? You should be annoyed but it was just too amusing to see him fumbling over his words. He had been doing that more often around you. A little weird but amusing nonetheless.

 

Namjoon cleared his throat and with that the previous air of laughter as well. Uncrossing your arms, you waited for him to begin. The silence that filled the space between you two wasn’t uncomfortable. You let him collect his thoughts. He moved his chair a little closer to you and laid his forearms on his knees, fingers entwined.

 

“Right. So… I can’t sleep. Well, I can but if I do then I keep having the same dream over and over again but if I don’t sleep then I’m up all night writing song after song after song. I can’t seem to break the cycle.” It was a start and a good start but you had to admit, you didn’t quite think this would have been his problem.

 

“So, you have too much of a muse? Hah, who would have thought that would ever be a problem.” Somehow that made Namjoon laugh too and he was nodding.

 

“Yeah, never would have thought. My mind won’t stop thinking, and I know, I know you’re going to say when do you ever stop thinking anyway but really-” He spun around in his chair and pulled out all of these papers and tossed them on the small table next to you.

 

“That’s only a handful.”

 

Looking at all of the papers that were displayed in front of you made your mouth make an ‘O’ shape without saying anything. Reaching towards them, Namjoon slapped his hand down over them. The aggressive slap startled you and you raised your eyes up towards him.

 

“I can’t let you read those...yet.” He spoke softly, in that same raspy tone you’ve always found really attractive. Namjoon would truly make the perfect drive-thru operator. You and your friends would go there every day even with him selling horrible fast food.

 

“Well, you’ve really gotten yourself in a predicament there.” Slowly retracting your hand and setting it down in your lap. “Why can’t you sleep? What’s so bad about the dreams?”

 

Namjoon rolled his chair closer, taking the hand in your lap into his. His thumb caressed the top of you hand while he kept his eyes downcast.

 

“What’s so bad?” His thumb hesitated for half a second before swiping back and forth over your skin again.

 

“That I can’t hold you like that.” His words were very soft but very precise and completely unmistakeable for you. They were clear. Crystal clear. Namjoon slowly raised his eyes to meet yours. Any walls that he had up and boy did he have them up, how did you not notice before?! They were removed now. The dark brown eyes you were staring into were so full of raw emotion it was almost as if he was playing one of his tracks for you to hear. Except while his eyes couldn’t wash over you in harsh words invoking his emotions into your soul, his gaze had you pinned to that very spot unable to move let alone take a breath.

 

When had things changed so much between you? Hah! What a question, you knew the answer but you didn’t want to believe the answer. It was silly. It was a moment you couldn’t even recall but had somehow turned into a moment that meant so much more to the person sitting in front of you. Namjoon’s thumb was still caressing your hand but your brain couldn’t register it. It was taking a lot out of you to even try and form thoughts let alone sentences.

 

The silence spread thin and finally he let go of your hand and leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair.

 

“Sorry… I shouldn’t have said that. You don’t even remember. I just...I just… .” Namjoon was out of his chair, it was still spinning in front of you while he turned his back and leaned over his computer. Moving from your spot wasn’t even an option, his previous gaze still had you frozen in place. There was absolutely no way you could deny his affection for you but it’s not like you really wanted to. This just wasn’t something you had contemplated before or ever saw coming.

 

Sitting there though, you realized that it wasn’t something that you couldn’t ever see yourself contemplating or doing. That alone was eye opening. It made way for even more thoughts to enter your mind. Like how you know for a fact you had actually been enamoured by him the other day even if you had ignored it. Glancing down at the sheet of paper that was on top of the pile, you saw one of the lines from the chorus.

 

A chance.

 

A chance… This was that moment, it was now or never. Namjoon had opened that door and offered it to you. Would it hurt to offer him one too? No. That was what you immediately thought of. No, it wouldn’t. Raising your head, Namjoon was hitting his fist on the desk, not hard but clearly a bit distraught. Standing up you made your way next to him and reached for his hand, pressing it against the desk, stopping it from continuing on that path.

 

“Oppa… Is this normally how you ask girls out on a date? I’m not sure cursing will win them over.” Namjoon turned his head over his shoulder and looked at you. He took in the soft teasing smile you had on your face. Always teasing, you really didn’t know how not to.

 

“No? But will it win you over?” He stuck his heart out on the line one more time, hoping that your smile wasn’t leading him astray. Letting go of his hand you tapped your chin as if you were thinking.

 

“Hmm...Only if I can see your dimples.”

 

“ yes you can.” The grin he was sporting was earth splitting. From ear to ear, both of his dimples were on full display and you couldn’t help but giggle.

 

There were a lot of things that you had forgotten that, well, fateful night but the one thing that had always stuck with you was your love for seeing those dimples. Namjoon’s dimples. The ones that were always on display just for you.

 

 

“So, tell me about the dream you keep having? Hmm, hmm?!”

 

“No.”

 

“What?! Namjoonie Oooppaaa, why not? Tell me!”

 

“No...uh maybe lat- No. Nope. Never.”