Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Seo Jisoo

P.O.V: First person view.

Prompt / Scenario: Unlikely best friends turn lovers + (Author's choice) “How many more nights do I have to stay up? Until I can see you?” – Spring Day, BTS 

Jisoo's P.O.V

Who on Earth have the guts to text me at this kind of morning? It is a Monday too. I groan as I roll my body on the bed to face the nightstand on the side. Still hearing the buzzing notification filling the entire room, I let out a long sigh with nothing but pure annoyance. Minutes before, there was a soft tinkling, telling me I had an incoming call disrupting my beauty sleep. The minutes after, whoever the caller was apparently is persistent in reaching my attention. Grabbing the phone at long last, I, Seo Jisoo finally opens my eyes where a single stray of light burning my sight.

“Namjoon.” I said the name shortly, resisting the urge to throw the phone back on the table but the kind side of me show a bit of mercy so I check his text anyway.

Kim Namjoon is one of those male friends I have in campus. He actually living upstairs and his room conveniently situated above me as well. Frankly speaking though, we are not really the most verbal in term of communication so it is not a surprise if anyone other than us gets shock at the fact we even knew each other. In fact, we are close enough to consider as best friends but that statement aside, it still does not help as in why would he interrupt my rest?

‘It’s freaking 3 in the morning, Joon. What do you want?’ I quickly typed in a reply and waits for his response. If there is one thing convenient being friends with him is he is a fast replier if that is a thing. So it does not take much time to see his bubble in the conversation to appear, telling me he is coming down. Oh great, just what I want to do right now. Whenever he says he wants to come down, that means I should expect the emergency staircase right outside my window to clang before his figure appears.

Our parents do not mind us much since they knew we are old enough to take care of ourselves so if I am to disappear, that only meant I am up in his room doing things related with our work or something. On any other day, I would not mind the company but today is an exception. Getting off the bed, I slowly made my way to the window, sliding it up for the other to make his way into the room. Seeing that he brings his laptop along, I think I know what kind of help he needs at this kind of time.

“Sorry but I need you to proofread my assignment.” He said oh-so-casually with his stupid smile on display. Well if that is not the most normal thing to encounter. Namjoon had always preferred me checking his written work because one I am very meticulous and fussy in the matter while the second, Hoseok, his friend he used to seek help from before never actually done a great job of reducing his errors. Maybe I should have helped him from the beginning.

“If you didn’t slack off playing Overwatch online with your friends, this kind of things would never happen.” I told him, not forgetting to use my signature pissed off tone too. He merely chuckled when I glared after finishing my words and walks towards my bed where he plops his laptop before opening the document. He finds himself a seat on the floor if anyone is wondering and has his head on his arms on the edge of the bed. “I promise this is the first and the last time I swing by in 3 in the morning. I’ll come by early if that’s what you want.”

“No, Namjoon. I need you- ah whatever. You’ll never listen to me anyway.” I said as my eyes begin to scan the assignment in keen. He is being surprisingly silent today though. That is the first thing I noticed when I reach the second page of the work. Usually he would ask me questions like the occasional daily plan and schedule or even tell me stories of how he never seemed to pass his driver’s test no matter how many times he retook the same tests for multiple of times. Maybe he is not destined to drive. Who knows right?

“Nam… this is the assignment due at 9? How did you manage to squeeze 10 pages of the review in short time?” I decided to do the honour of starting a conversation. Glancing to my side to look at him, I am taken aback as I find that he already dozed off. That explains everything. Shaking my head, I continue, humming to some random songs that pass by my mind because blasting music is not an option at the moment.

Eight in the morning flies by in an instant as I run down the flight of stairs before swinging my leg and paddles the bicycle in the fastest speed I can muster. Namjoon had left at around 4:30 am after I pushed him off the bed to wake him up and told him to head back to his place. However, I forgot to set the alarm last night so here I am rushing to my university ground.

Fortunately, I arrive in the massive hall in a nick of time. My eyes gaze a couple of rows down where Mijoo hectically waves over in my direction. At least I already have a seat saved or otherwise the floor will be the only choice left. “Yah, what happened to you?” She questioned with a short burst of laugh, patting my head in attempt to smooth out my hair that must have been looking disastrous.

“My sleep was disturbed so I had a hard time getting back to sleep right after.” I answered easily before I make a quick eye contact with Namjoon who was seat three rows above me, at his usual spot where his friends surrounding him with loud chattering. Minus a fellow named Yoongi sleeping on the side, they seem to be the loudest group of friends in the room.

When I said Namjoon and I are not the visually closest friends within the campus zone, it is the truth. I had no idea why but as soon as we step out of our homes, we immediately become complete strangers. He would curtly nodded his head if we bumped onto each other in the hallways while I simply waved back only to leave dejected as he brushed by without more words.

I would try to talk nevertheless our conversation never last more than a minute before his friends came, w