Namjoon:

It has always felt strange to leave school early, even in university. But why stick around? He doesn't have any classes he needs to attend, or any more assessments to hand in, so what's the point hanging around?

The only reason Namjoon decided to attend was to help Seokjin out in English class this morning. He promised he would help him catch up on his assessments and class work. He did as he promised and left during lunch. He's so tired, and Hana is still ignoring him. What's the point?

Maybe after break she will be ready to talk? Namjoon wonders to himself. She needs time, he knows that, but it still hurts.

He kicks the ground as he walks down the usual path home, scattering rocks here and there. He glances at her house, feeling the urge to go in and ask her mother for advice. But that would be weird, right? He looks away, continuing to walk home.

He heads up into his apartment, placing his laptop near the door as he takes his shoes off, as usual. He feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. He pulls it out, expecting a message from Seokjin. Instead, he sees Yoongi's name flash across the screen.

He opens the message.

SUGA: Yo, did Hana catch up with you?

Heart racing, Namjoon responds immediately.

RM: No, I haven't seen her in ages, not even a glimpse. Why?

SUGA: I confronted her in the library.

RM: What do you mean?

SUGA: I asked her why she has been avoiding you.

Sighing with frustration and fear, Namjoon exits the messaging app, calling Yoongi.

"Yo?" Yoongi answers straight away, sounding confused.

"What did you say to her?" Namjoon demands.

"Just told her about Z not letting you date her," Yoongi says.

"But she already knew that?" Namjoon mutters, feeling relieved. As long as he didn't say anything embarrassing, it's okay.

"No, apparently not," Yoongi chuckles, "I also told her how you squeal when you talk about her because of how excited you get,"

"WHAT?" Namjoon yells, "Min fucking Yoongi, I am going to kill you,"

"Oh, that's not even the best part," Namjoon can hear Yoongi's evil grin through the phone, "I told her about that one dream you had about her, and how you get the urge to kiss her, and how..."

Namjoon hangs up, his face about to explode from the humiliation.

"No way..." Namjoon mutters to himself, "There's no way... he wouldn't do this to me..."

You had a wet dream about her?

"SHUT UP Z!" Namjoon yells, shaking slightly as he slides his shoes back on. He can fix this, right? She's not going to think he's a creep, right?

He feels his phone vibrate again. As he grabs his keys and exits the apartment to head downstairs, he pulls it out to look at it. This time, it's not Yoongi's name on the screen, it's Hana's name.

Gulping, he opens the text.

HANA: Hey, Yoongi said you went home. I'm out the front, can I talk to you?

Namjoon finishes reading this text as he opens the apartment complex door. He looks up from his phone, finding himself face-to-face with Hana. She is standing by the door, looking down at her phone. As soon as she hears the complex door open, she looks up. They make eye contact and Namjoon feels himself heat up.

They stare at each other for a moment, Hana looking confused and Namjoon becoming more and more flustered. Eventually, he manages to speak.

"D-D-Do you want to come in?" He stammers.

"Sure," She mumbles, smiling. He leads her upstairs, panicking. He was hoping to have time to find an excuse for what Yoongi had told her. But now he's just in fight or flight mode. He wants to run away from her and never look back. How can he look her in the eye after Yoongi told her those things? He would rather die.

He brings her inside, gesturing for her to take a seat on the sofa.

"Would you like a drink?" He asks.

"Just a water, thanks," She mutters shyly, not looking up at him.

Oh my god, she can't even make eye contact with me. I'm doomed. She's going to smack me, and call me a weirdo pervert, and leave.

"O-Okay," Namjoon chuckles awkwardly, moving into the kitchen to get some water. He brings over two water bottles, placing one in front of her as he takes the seat beside her. He ensures there is plenty of room between them, so she doesn't feel uncomfortable.

"So... Yoongi spoke to you?" Namjoon asks tentatively as he turns his body to face her.

"Yeah," Hana sighs, "He told you?"

"Yep," Namjoon nods nervously.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Hana asks.

Tell you... tell you??? Tell you about my dream?!

"Why would I tell you something like that?" Namjoon mutters, frowning at her.

"Why wouldn't you?" Hana retorts, giving him a bewildered expression as she finally makes eye contact, "It would have made it easier to understand,"

"Understand...?" Namjoon tilts his head, "What would you need to understand from that?"

"Everything!" She replies, throwing her hands up in frustration as she turns her body to face him, "Z not letting you date me is important information!"

"Z...? Oh!" Namjoon laughs with relief, "That! Yeah... I really thought I told you,"

"What else would I be asking about?" Hana asks seriously.

"The... other thing Yoongi told you..." Namjoon mutters, his ears burning.

"What? The girls asking you out?" Hana grimaces, "That's not my concern,"

"N-n-no... the other thing," Namjoon stutters. How much did he tell her?

"That you were a mess?" Hana asks, "Or the urges thing?"

"A mess?" Namjoon sighs, "Ah... no, the urges thing," Namjoon gulps.

"I don't care that you get jealous," Hana reiterates, "But it does make sense if you really do like me,"

"No, the other urges..." Namjoon shuffles in his seat, "What else did Yoongi tell you?"

"That's all he told me," Hana tilts her head at him, "Unless you mean the hugging urge?"

Namjoon begins laughing, relief flooding his body like a tsunami. Yoongi didn't tell her about the dream.

Thank fuck for that.

But that also means Yoongi got him anxious for no reason. He will kill him for that. For now, he needs to do some damage control.

"Yeah, the hugging urge, yeah... that's what I meant," Namjoon laughs nervously, rubbing his neck of the embarrassment.

"What other urges do you get?" Hana asks, cocking her eyebrow.

Namjoon stares at her for a moment, realising that he has snitched on himself.

"Uhhh... nothing, don't worry about it," He smiles, trying to act casual. Her eyebrows both shoot up as she looks him up and down. Eventually, she grins.

"Were you worried Yoongi told me something perverted?" Hana smirks, leaning forward as she tilts her head, "Do you have perverted urges, Mr Kim Namjoon?"

Namjoon gulps, looking away from her as he starts to become flustered. He wants to deny it all, but he's pretty sure he's digging himself into a deeper hole. But he has to try.

"No! No way!" He laughs mechanically, refusing to look her in the eye.

"It's okay, Namjoon," Hana laughs, "After that Porn debate, I have always assumed you are a pervert,"

"What? No! That was a joke! I swear! We just didn't want to tell you about Xedysus just yet!" Namjoon says firmly, waving his hands in front of him. His eyes are wide with fear as she continues to laugh at him, fully enjoying his discomfort.

"I'm not sure if you realise, but you are making it very obvious that Yoongi told you that he had said something to me that you never wanted me to hear," Hana expresses, still grinning from ear to ear.

Namjoon continues to deny the allegations, becoming more and more insistent. Hana continues to laugh at him, getting more merrier the more he fights it.

"Now I understand why you like to make me blush," Hana says, "It is really funny,"

Namjoon stops to consider this, pouting slightly as he realises that he's falling right into her trap. She is laughing at him, which tells him that she doesn't actually mind this topic. Slowly, a grin starts to spread across his face as he looks at her. Her smile starts to slip away, almost as if he is taking the joy from her.

"Is it now?" Namjoon murmurs darkly, "Well, I could always tell you what I thought he told you," Namjoon suggests.

"Wait! No! I was kidding!" Hana laughs nervously, waving her hands. Oh, how the tables have turned.

"You see, I was worried that he told you about this dream I had," Namjoon smiles, closing his eyes as if reminiscing the dream, "It was about..."

"OKAY! I GET IT!" Hana says loudly, "I don't need to know!"

"Why not?" He asks, "I thought blushing was... funny?" Namjoon says slowly as he slides closer to her on the sofa. Once he is close enough that he's almost touching her, he stops. His cheeks still feel a little warm, but he's not blushing as much as Hana is right now. She pouts, looking down at her lap so she doesn't have to look at his darkening eyes.

"I guess blushing is not funny," Hana says firmly, trying not to laugh.

"I guess not," Namjoon chuckles. He slides his arm over the sofa behind her, "Anyway, you just wanted to ask me why I didn't tell you about Z not letting me like you?"

Hana nods, quickly accepting the change in conversation.

"Yeah, that sort of information would've changed everything," Hana admits.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" Namjoon asks softly. Hana peeks up at him, a little startled to see that he looks hurt.

"Well... I was scared... my brain was trying to find a reason for you to reject me, and then confess to me," Hana replies, "It was easier to pretend... I didn't want to know the truth,"

"And Yoongi told you the truth?" Namjoon asks, still using this soft tone of voice. She nods, smiling slightly at him.

"So... now what?" Namjoon asks. Hana shuffles uncomfortably. He is sure that just like him, she is unsure exactly how to say the words. Should he take control of this conversation? Should he just ask her?

"Well..." Hana bites her lip, looking away from him.

Just do it.

Namjoon clasps her chin, lifting her face up so she is looking at him. She looks flustered by the sudden movement.
"Bae Hana," Namjoon mutters huskily, "Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

Hana stares at him for a moment. Slowly, a smile pinches her lips, brightening her eyes. He could stare at this smile for the rest of his life.

"Yes," She breathes.

Before he can question it, before he can doubt himself, he closes the gap between them, planting his lips on hers. She tenses up, startled by the sudden kiss. But she quickly relaxes, moving closer to him. She lifts her hand, placing it on the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. He sighs, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her towards him. After a moment of sitting in such an uncomfortable position, Hana pulls away, staring up at him with those sparkling eyes. She is still blushing, pinching her lips together.

"Finally," Namjoon grins.

. . . . . 

Namjoon flops onto his bed, his hands behind his head as he stares at the ceiling, grinning like a maniac. After they kissed, they decided to watch a movie together. The feeling of her cuddling into his chest made his heartbeat like crazy. He was surprised she didn't notice the thump of his heart, or the butterflies erupting in his stomach. He wants more, desperately. Not more than that, or even what people would consider the next step, just hours upon hours of cuddling like that. The feeling of her in his arms is indescribable.

You know, I can still hear your thoughts.

"Whatever, Z," Namjoon sighs, "Not even you can bring me down from this high,"

I have a proposition for you.

"Oh?" Namjoon frowns, "What do you want?"

I don't want to watch you date her, Z sighs, after watching over you for the past month and being unable to do anything... I give up.

"You give up?" Namjoon cocks his eyebrow, sceptical, "You expect me to believe you're done?"

Yeah, I'll ask her again in the future when she passes, Z chuckles, she won't have a reason to say no then.

"We'll see," Namjoon smirks, "You're genuinely fine just going back to where you're from?"

I'd prefer to be my brother's slave than to be sitting here listening to you two.

"Huh," Namjoon thinks for a moment before replying, "Alright, I'll talk to everyone tomorrow about it, okay?"

Yeah, whatever.

Namjoon rolls to the side, cuddling into the pillow, reliving the day again in his mind. He smiles to himself as he slowly drifts off to sleep. 

(A/N) 🫰🫰🫰 

I agree Z, I'd rather not listen in on a perverts thoughts ;D