Requested by: Purple_Varmy

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The higher we go, the colder it gets – A scientific quote yet applicable in chapters of life. Love? Sounds so overrated at times yet have wonderful colors to paint a heart of black and white. The day you meet that one person you know you might fall for is the sweetest encounter one could have but only if they were aware of where this infatuation might lead.

The cafe being a few blocks away from Namjoon's apartment was his comfort place, especially with the person he never knew would turn out to be so different. That day was one of those when he would postpone his scheduled chores just to be with her, to see her smile, to listen when she would speak with that strawberry gloss on. Her eyes would put him under his spell, a healthy trance he would exchange his life for and live in it.

He clearly remembers that night when he ran into her at the public library. Reaching out for the same book sounds cliché, right? And that was not the case as well. She had her umbrella halfway closed as she got inside the library, panting. She was sorry for the sudden barging but it was the rain that compelled her for so. All eyes took a glance at her and returned back to their businesses; all eyes except one. Namjoon never found brunette hair under amber lights so enticing and the lively bounce as she walked added more to it. She was on the opposite side as him and maybe his subconscious wished her to find a way to where he was seated. After a full ten minutes of gazing and re-reading the same first line on the yellow-tinged page, Namjoon didn't realize he was checking up on her every now and then. And instincts doing a fair share of its work made the Canadian girl aware of his presence. She knew he'd be willing to approach her company and to her surprise, she didn't find him alarming or weird.

Namjoon giving up on his urge again tried looking at the girl who's been rummaging around on the other side but this time she wasn't there. He scanned back and forth but maybe she was gone.

"Is this seat taken?" The charming voice chimed through his ear and he was taken aback by this questioning. Her hands now carried a book of her interest and it would be rude of coincidence if they didn't share the same interest.

He at last smiled and she felt warm for some reason, "No, it's not."

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That was the very beginning of Namjoon falling for this caramel-complexioned girl. He wanted to confess it to her but his insecurities never allowed him to. He was, as one would say, head over heels for her but had he possessed a courageous heart, she would've been his.

"Namjoon, why aren't you drinking your coffee?"

But his tongue didn't allow speaking out the truth and turned to the next page of his novella, "I'm just too caught up with this book, Sienna."

The pairs of metallic rings gleamed on her flawless fingers and they were wrapped around the cup containing her caffeine drink. She seated beside him on the couch and all his heart did was accelerate.

"Joon, what's wrong?" She was concerned and he was trying to figure out a way out of this. It was fascinating how she'd know something was off with him even though he was simply reading his book.

He faked a soft chuckle, "Nothing's wrong Sienna, I told you this book is engrossing. I'm absolutely fine."

"Is it so? Then why have you been reading the same page for the past ten minutes? I'm quite sure that's not the average speed for a person caging his life with books."

The look on Namjoon's face would've been priceless but he was careful with his expressions. It was such a focal point that he himself didn't realize Sienna could notice. Of course, it's the girl he loves, there's got to be something great about her. That evening he didn't state his reason and chose to conserve his feelings but time has its way of unfolding the secrets buried deep inside the chest called the heart.

His insecurities, their friendship, the bond, the memorable moments and experiences all this could be lost that Namjoon had achieved with just a single wrong move. He might never be able to say and it seemed impossible if he even had the thought of pouring his heart out but this one night, call it fateful or regretful, it did surface his feeling for her.

Sienna was a lively girl and wouldn't mind hanging out if asked. She was out with two of his colleagues and Namjoon despised one of them. He never liked the way Ryan looked at her and he flared with heat when Namjoon saw him holding Sienna by her waist and she didn't even protest once. The drinks were on and the bartender was pleased with his customers and offered some discount to them. That wasn't a bother but Sienna giggling and holding onto Ryan's shoulder was. She was tipsy and Namjoon just sat beside her, holding the glass which might shatter with the grip he had on it.

He glanced at her because his eyes just wouldn't allow him to live without seeing her. He sure felt that sting when Ryan neared her face and Sienna wasn't concerned or maybe she wanted it to be. All this was too much for Namjoon's already heated head. He clutched her wrist, "Okay, you're tipsy we need to get you home." And with that, they were outside the casino and where he parked his car.

"Namjoon, I'm fine, you literally dragged me out of the casino. What behavior is this?"

He didn't justify his actions and got her inside the car without a word. The drive was silent and Sienna sat tight, holding her horses back. She was uncertain and awaited his explanation at home but unfortunately, Namjoon didn't utter a single word. He knew there was nothing to explain, nothing except babbling out the truth.

She was getting all riled up for him to say anything and he just sat on one of the stools near the kitchen counter. It was now getting on her nerves and somewhere or the other she did observe the hints he dropped unexpectedly. But she just wanted to hear it. Hear him say it.

She left the comfort of her couch if it did provide her comfort in that tempered state, "Okay, Joon what was that?"

"What?"

"Don't play the dumb card, alright? 'cause you ain't one."

He finally shifted on his stool to face her, "What do want me to say, huh? That guy was literally all over you tonight, Sienna."

A parched chortle escaped her mouth, "Excuse me? We were out with him and what if I liked it? What if I didn't find it apprehensive at all?" He didn't have a thing to argue with hence, stayed in his silent mode. "Would you still rant about it like this? Would you still, practically, drag me out of there as you did already? Answer me, Namjoon!" The pressure was indeed needed to take the lid off.

Poor Namjoon knew he hurt her but little Sienna knew about the place she held in his heart. He jolted up from his seat and set off towards her, "And did you like it?" His brown eyes, holding a rather beautiful gleam, bore into hers.

She motioned to speak, her lips ready to let it slip off of them but a lie never goes unnoticed for too long, "I..."

"Look..." His opting held more shine than it normally should, "...you didn't like it." His right palm reached out for contact with her cheek, at a sedate pace, and he cupped her face.

"What is it that you're holding back, Joon?" Both stood still, acknowledging each other's presence.

"It's just that I... I really don..." Her cell phone's ring didn't permit him to say any further. He still had his grip on her face and she waited just a few moments more before the ring seemed to get louder and louder.

"I gotta take the call."

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"What do you mean ma?!"

Namjoon could hear the faint yelling of Sienna from outside the room.

"I can't just leave Seoul and come to Canada at this point.... but... Ma, please try to understand. No, I can't..."

It suddenly stopped and nothing made sense to him. He wanted to ask but everything that they both witnessed fabricated obstruction of the normal conversations between the two. Thirty minutes passed what seemed like thirty days to Namjoon and she swung open the door.

"Look, Sienna, I'm sorry. Can we just fo..." But the suitcase in her hand was enough for him to get a hold of his tongue.

"Whatever it was, let's forget it Joon. I gotta go."

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He never got to know why she left for Canada all of a sudden. What happened that night? What was the call about? He was worried sick.

He wanted to check if she was doing well so here he was at a hotel in Canada. If not what he desired, at least the friend he was could come to pay a visit to her, right?

He's been scrolling through her Twitter account for the hundredth time. She didn't update after her last image from a coffee shop in Seoul. A month went by and all he could possibly do was think about her. Everyone deserves to know the truth and the recent update he received five minutes ago shattered his heart of glass to pieces he could never collect.

She was getting married.

If only I confessed it to her earlier... If only I told her how much I loved her. It's all my fault... I...

But is crying over spilt milk ever beneficial?

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A walk outside never fails to suppress or even reduce the pain we carry within ourselves. Canadian winter is a sight to observe via your own optic. The snow-laden road alongside pavements feels like walking in a dramatic movie, especially when you are the only one there to do so.

Namjoon opted for a stroll in that season and it would be a lie if he didn't feel better. A chilly breeze pierced through his exposed cheek and his nose got numb but apart from that he was warm inside his clothing.

It was around midnight and quite dangerous to be out like this but nonetheless, it was a satisfactory experience overall.

The streets remained unused; the serenity was what one longs for at this point. Call it fate but his guts reminded him that he could be encountering something unexpected. A second of analysis and his eyes were on a hunt around him to shut the lingering feel. A woman on the other side of the street hurried her way to somewhere he didn't know about but he was sure she radiated off the vibe his guts caught hold of.

No, it can't be...

The brunette hair he has studied for thousand times was at a mere distance. His steps suddenly changed their direction and he didn't know if it were the right thing to do. Sienna could see a man approaching via her peripheral sight and when it landed on his face, her state was perplexed.

The nearing footsteps were reciprocated by her, "Namjoon?"

They both stood in the middle of the street and instead of talking it out with their mouth their eyes did it for them. After a long moment of recalling each other's memories, Namjoon set out to cut the thick ice, and ironically, they were surrounded by it.
"Heard you're getting married, C-Congratulations."

But instead of being greeted with a smile, he met with a despairing look on her face and it got worse every second. Her eyes trailed down to his abdomen and a single tear dropped, falling from her eyes. It was all too much for her heart to handle and she clenched onto his long overcoat whilst she sobbed. "Take me away from here, Namjoon. I don't wanna get married to him."

A mannequin was the perfect example of his state. He didn't know how to respond, what to say, and also was that the time to pour his heart out? "Sienna, I..."

"P-please," She looked up to see in those eyes that were gradually filling up with his pile of emotions.

His hands which were bound till now slowly made their way to caress her hair and one around her waist. Sometimes actions can say more than verbal words do. Her unrushed hands, gently wrapped around his shoulders making him lean toward her face. The solace she needed and the warmth she wanted were bestowed by Namjoon. The last inch was closed in by their lips and he, at last, displayed the affection contained within him.

Time seems to have taken melatonin pills at the sight of two souls besotted with their touch. The lights subsided from their sight and passion drove them. The universe destined them to cross paths again and they did, both on the streets and in their lives. The snowfall gracefully drizzled upon the whole town, it all being a heavenly indication. Both were intoxicated with the wine of their endearment as the action never halted and his heart in the fullness of time confessed his love on this one December Night.

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Glimpse into the request:

Prompt―
Joonie being in love with y/n, but happens to be quiet. By the time he has the courage, She has her marriage fixed. But make them together by the end.

Written on:  𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝟖, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏

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