Kim Namjoon & Min Yoongi

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Italics - you or the characters thoughts.

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(Y/n) - your name

(b/f/n) - best friends name

(b/f/f/c) - best friends favourite colour

It was an average school day. The only difference was, that today was the last day of primary school. The last day where you would see your friends, the last day to be with them. You were moving to an all-girls school in a different suburb whereas everyone else was going to the high school next door. This was also the last day you were going to see your crush. Min Yoongi.

Your friends were confused about how you could have a crush on the stone cold boy, but supported you either way. Yoongi was constantly asleep during class, rude and was extremely sarcastic. But that's what they saw. Ever since you were assigned to sit next to him at the beginning of your last primary year, you two ultimately became friends. You two were always partnered for assignments since you two were desk buddies. Yoongi was cold to you at first, and you were a quiet mouse with Yoongi. But as the year continued on, you both started to warm up to each other. Yoongi, despite having a stoic face, showed his emotions in subtle ways. You showed your quirky and loud side to Yoongi, the only side that you would show your friends. You both were polar opposites, but you both just clicked.

Ever since that first assigned assessment, you both would have your annual traditions. Yoongi would come over to your house for your weekend sleepovers, including his friends - since you and Yoongi LOVED sleeping - and you would visit every single one of Yoongi's basketball games and practices. You both wouldn't necessarily spend time with each other at school during breaks - Yoongi would have his friend group and you would have yours - but sometimes you do have your traditional lunch basketball games between your groups. Yoongi and his friends would always win. Other than the breaks, there were the crazy times you had together in class. Pulling faces at each other during presentations, falling asleep together during lectures, sharing lunches with each other on a rainy day and even skipping both your classes to go to one of Yoongi's friend's classroom. You both were never caught by the teachers.

You had fallen in love with Yoongi. He was extremely kind to you, he was funny and made you laugh whenever he was being a grumpy cat, he was talented and made you smile every time you saw him. You don't know when you feel in love with him, but you knew. He was always on your mind, making you smile unconsciously, he would be the one you would try to find first when you get to school and be the last to say goodbye. Your heart would hammer against your chest when you sit close to him during class, whenever he would have his arm slung over your shoulders, touching his soft feathery hair whenever you try to wake him up on your shoulder and his gummy smile. You loved his smile the best. Yoongi was known to not smile, but with you, you felt special seeing his precious smile. He was so happy when he smiled and you wanted to keep him happy.

You walked around the school grounds alone, looking for that one person you wanted to see. Your exterior looked perfectly calm but you were shaking inside. Panic and worry bubbling in your chest. Since it was the last day of primary school, you decided to finally profess your love for a certain boy and his gummy smile. You knew that you were moving to a different high school and that you weren't going to see your crush again. So you took this opportunity. You let out a deep shaky breath. You finally see him with his friends at the basketball courts. He was running around, shooting another goal as the ball went through the hoops. Yoongi nods and turns around. His eyebrows rise when he sees you.

"Hey Yoongi." Yoongi walks up to you, a questioning look on his face. "I just wanted to give you this." You thrust the note in his hands and he looks down at it. You look down, fiddling with your fingers. You notice him opening it and reading it with no expression on his face and that's when you panic. You look up to see his friends walk up to Yoongi, asking him what was in his hand. You heart hammered as you froze on the spot and you had the urge to crawl into a ball and disappear. Why did his friends come to read my note? You wanted to run away and that's what you did. The last bell of the school rung, signalling the end of the last day of primary.

You weren't going to see Yoongi again, but that didn't stop your growing love for him for the next two years. Your new friends in high school had found his Instagram after you told them about your crush. You were a bit sceptical about how they found him but followed him anyway. You never had the urge to message Yoongi, afraid of bringing up that embarrassing confession. You had loved him for two years until you found out he had a girlfriend. You weren't mad, but happy that he had found someone that he loved and could make him smile. You were happy that Yoongi would be happy now, every day. You knew it was time to give him up. And you did. What you didn't realise was Yoongi had broken up with his girlfriend sometime after.

"How is my 17-year-old baby?" You groan as you flopped on the bed. Your back was resting against the covers as you crossed your right leg over your left.

"I'm drowning in notes. It's only the beginning of the year but HSC is freaking me out!" (b/f/n) chuckles.

"We all are struggling over here."

"I know, I know."

"OMG!"

"What?"

"You know that hot guy at the social last year?"

"Yeah, the one from our brother school. What about him?"

"He messaged me on insta."

"And?"

"AND!? Why aren't you excited!?"

"Why should I be? It's just a boy."

"Ugh! Your single ass needs to be in your first relationship fast."

"Nah man. I'm focusing on my studies."

"Screw em. Actually, scratch that. Worst advice yet." You sigh out.

"Yep."

"He wants to know your insta."

"Why?"

"I don't know. He says he was trying to find you."

"Creepy."

"I think its sweet."

"I looked horrendous at the social."

"Shut the fuck up! You looked fucking amazing with your new hairdo!"

"Ok, I admit, I looked fabulous."

"I'm giving it to him."

"Don't you dare!"

"Too late."

"(B/F/N)!" You hear her chuckling as you sit up on the bed.

"Gotta go. Good luck with the hottie."

"I swear to God, I-" The call ends and you stare at your phone in disbelief. She hung up on me!

*DING*

You got a notification of someone following you and a message received from the same person. You log into insta to see who it was.

You chuckle, rereading the texts with Namjoon. He's actually really nice. I need to call (b/f/n).

"What's up bitch?"

"That guy that wanted to text me."

"Ohhhhhhh."

"He's actually really nice."

"Really!?"

"Yeah, not like those fuck boys that went straight for the nudes. This guy is actually decent."

"SEND ME SCREENSHOTS!"

"Jesus Christ! Don't yell in my ear!"

"I need to read that convo!"

"I'm sending it! Hold on!" You screenshot the conversation and send it to (b/f/n) on iMessage.

"Bitch! He is so caring!"

"I know!"

"This guy hella hot too."

"Really? I haven't checked his profile."

"You stupid."

"I know. Hey, I'm heading to bed."

"Kay. Night boo."

"Talk to you tomorrow." You end the call and turn your phone off. Yawning, you plug in your phone and turn your lights off, heading to bed.

It was almost close to the end of the year and girls in your grade have been celebrating since your exams are now over and its time to get ready for your formal. You were getting ready while you were reading over the texts you and Namjoon sent the night before. You both have been getting really close over the months, even though you haven't met in real life yet. You have seen him time to time at the mall but never approached him. You smile, watching a goofy video of himself with his Ryan plushies. Namjoon was such a caring person, it was easily evident in his texts. He would send you good morning and good night texts. He would make sure you were taking care of your self, making sure you ate and that you were healthy. Namjoon would also help you with your assessments or your homework sometimes. He would send you videos or pictures that make you laugh and you would send some back.

You and Namjoon would text every single day, even well through the night. He would be the first to like every post and comment. Your friends shipped you two together and would try to get you to meet up but you didn't want to. Something about meeting face to face scared you. Namjoon had recently tried to get you to meet up with him but you would dodge that question or try to divert it to another comment. You weren't sure if Namjoon noticed or if he did, he just went along with it, not wanting to scare you. You were currently putting on your dress on when you got a message from Namjoon.

You turn your phone off and put it back on charge. You get ready for one more hour until you get a text message from (b/f/n) that she was outside. Grabbing your purse and your phone. You lock the door behind you to come face to face with a limo. (b/f/n) walks out in a gorgeous (b/f/f/c) dress as she bows to you.

"M'lady."

"Oh stop." You chuckle and walk towards her, hugging her tight.

"Let's have fun tonight. I heard there's booze."

"Oh you know I'm doing shots with you." You smirk at (b/f/n) before entering the limo.

"(y/n)!"

"Girl! You look amazing"

"Fucking gorgeous!"

"Bitch! I would so hit that!" Your friends comment and they all hug you as (b/f/n) gets in the limo, closing the door after her.

"Shall we get going ladies?" You ask and everyone nods.

You all arrive at your destination in no time and you all head out of the limo. You suddenly got a notification and saw Namjoon had sent you a text.