a/n: intentional smaller case because who would use that caps lock.

namjoon's really starting to regret giving you a house key.

of course, he didn't think it'd be a problem at first, you were his best friend, the two of you are at each other's houses practically all the time - it only made sense for you to have it, right?

"move over," you say, standing by namjoon's bed, your bottom lip jutting into a pout, and you roll your eyes in impatience when he doesn't.

he mumbles, head still squashed between two pillows, "it's 9 in the evening,"

you push him anyway, ignoring his groans, and you flop yourself next to him on his bed.

you sigh.

namjoon rolls his eyes, knowing that you won't let him sleep that easily tonight, and he briefly looks up, eyeing you down as he notices how you're way too dressed up for sleeping.

"didn't you have that date tonight?" he asks you, and he feels like he's finally solved the reason for your bad mood.

you avoid his glance.

he gives you a look, "date sucked?"

"date sucked," you repeat back to him, sighing with your shoulders, and you lay there uncomfortably as he still refused to move over.

you really ought to stop dating around, especially when all the guys you've been set up with were either too self-absorbed or too stupid to show you a nice time.

"you look nice," namjoon tells you, his voice a bit sympathetic from your trainwreck of an evening.

your glance softens, "can you move over please?"

he doesn't make you wait any longer, he nods, moving a bit further to his left, and he turns from facing down on his pillow to staring up at the ceiling above you both.

you gladly take in the space, kicking off your shoes and you bury your body against him, under his covers, on his bed, and namjoon can only hope that you don't feel his heart racing.

this is weird.

friends don't do stuff like this; 

they don't sleep in the same bed or have matching house keys.

friends don't look at each other the way the two of you do, and it makes him so confused.

even now - you're pressed against - his chest, his head buried in the crook of your neck, and he's still supposed to believe that the line stops at friends?

namjoon mumbles, "you look really nice,"

"don't fall in love with me," you say, and he knows you're teasing, barely any weight behind your words, and he hopes you get what he means when he chooses not to reply.

too late.
....

"i like you, namjoon!" the girl who's been fidgeting since this afternoon yells as she puts her head down with her arms extended to the man in front of her.

she was trying to give him what seemed to be a love letter, and you narrow your eyes at the sight.

it was a normal day, tiring and all, but your heart never fails to skip a beat when namjoon insists on walking you home. what you didn't expect to happen was getting stopped in your tracks by a girl, ready to confess her heart out to the man next to you.

he looks at you, and you try your best to not show how awkward you felt at that moment.

"thank you," he smiles at the girl, taking her letter in his hands and prompting her to stand up straight.

you smile a polite smile too now that she sees you next to him, even if smiling was the last thing you wanted to do.

"oh-oh? i'm sorry," her face flushed a deep red, even darker than the one she had prior yelling her feelings, "i'm really sorry!"

you sport a red hue matching hers, and before you could say anything to protest about what she could possibly be thinking, she was already sprinting away, her face in her hands.

you breath out a sigh, "well that's dumb, she totally thinks we're dating now,"

"don't sound so upset about it," namjoon says in a laughing manner and you shoot him a playful glare. he puts his arm over your shoulder, "we'd be cute."

you push him off of you and walk ahead of him, crossing your hands over your chest, and you ignore the upcoming heat you feel on your cheeks, "i know, i'm not upset about it,"

namjoon watches you quicken your pace as you say this, and he can't help but laugh at the thought that there's a possibility that you like him as much as he likes you.

"wait for me!" he calls out for you. as soon as he comes face to face to you, your heart takes a leap when his soft lips touch yours.

"you- you kissed me," you breathe out, and you feel the redness ignite on your cheeks. you backed slowly from namjoon and you didn't notice the panic that ran through his features for a split second. "you did-"

he steps back, "should i not have?"

you look at him and that's when you realize the deep red that flooded his face, he always looked calm and composed so it was alarming to see him look so worried.

then you think about it, and you remind yourself that you're the reason why he's worried. you couldn't bring yourself to say anything, but the way his eyes followed you as if he was studying your reaction made you gulp.

"i'm sorry," he tells you, and suddenly he's straightening himself, "jin was certain that you'd like me too, i got ahead of myse—"

you were sure he couldn't get any redder, but you only proved yourself wrong when you cut him off with a quick peck on the cheek.

he's left standing there with his hand pressed against the side of his face, a small laugh exiting his mouth as you walked away in chaste speed.

oh, you definitely are just not a friend.