°§°

Pair¬ namjoon×you

Genre¬ realistic fiction, university au! drama, fluff, breakup, bickering (a lot)

Synopsis¬ a breakup after being cheated on sucks, and that's exactly what Junhi is facing. The loneliness pushes her to spend more time online, playing video games day and night. Finally a day comes when the overused computer dies, forcing her to call for servicing. Unexpectedly, she faces her past love, which completely restyles her lifestyle.

Words¬ 3417

°§°

Enough!

Enough of the swollen eyes.
Enough of sleepless nights.
Enough of gobbling down tubs of ice-cream.
Enough of weeping for nothing.

He doesn't love you. Why even care to grieve. He never thought of you before heading out to spend the night at the bar, when he was supposed to be with you. He never thought of you before sharing the bed with your so-called 'best friend', when he was supposed to be by your side. He doesn't care.

Yes, it's hard to forget those moments you thought he loved with, caring for you day and night. Were these moments fake too, just like his love was?

Whatever it was, you don't care anymore. Because you know your worth, and you put yourself higher than those who are worthless of your time.

But you'd gotten used to having him and her around you. You had gotten used to you laughing with him, and you'd gotten used to sharing secrets and giggles with her.

So, loneliness. That's exactly what you're feeling right now.

'I always win.' That's the last message you receive from your now ex-best friend.

What the hell.

You're stuffed under the thick covers of your bed, and you're thinking. Thinking about what to do about this loneliness.

Cooking. But no. As much as you loved doing it, it felt better to do it when you had someone to feed your dishes to.
Again, which reminds you of your ugly lonely state.

Movies? A hard no. Because that's all what you did, along with stuffing your cheeks with ice-cream.

Ugh, why did it absolutely have to happen during the winter break? No Uni available for a distraction.

The birds chirp outside your windows, indicating the few minutes before sunset, and your gaze lands on the pastel sky. Calming.

Unintentionally, your eyes drift to the study table situated just a few metres from the windows, topped by the computer set, which has been shifted recently from your home back in Daegu. It's a bit outdated, but it still works just fine.

You'd been a gaming freak before your boyfriend, or even the university had happened, thanks to the fact that you grew up with 3 elder brothers.

Those cassettes, they should be here too, right? Of course they are. There's a whole box, still to be opened and set, and you're sure it contains your dear old gaming cassettes.

Perfect.

-

Games it was then, games it has become now.

It had always been difficult to make friends for you, even back in Daegu. Therefore, your brothers had introduced you the world of games. It didn't take long to get addicted to it. It had become your habit. Not that you'd given up everything for it, but games became your best friends because they'd been there with you when no friend was. They made you float above your worries through your bad days.

But after getting into the university, they had to be left behind. Because you had responsibilities.

Sounds a bit exaggerated, but turns out, video games were the only things you relied on, and that turns true even now, years after.

So you play.

You wake up, freshen up, carry breakfast to your table, play till noon, have lunch, sleep, play again till 10, have a quick dinner, play again till 2 or so in the morning, sleep, and repeat.

This has been going on for 2 weeks and a half.

But side effects are inevitable. And they show through under your eyes, and through your hollow cheeks.
But your addiction speaks louder than those signs. Nonetheless, your body took it all.

But, your poor computer, who should've already retired, finally gave up. The heating took a toll on it, and it stopped working.

Curses flew out of your mouth, when it was discovered so.

And after a non-professional analysis of the whole set by yourself, you waspishly decide to call the professionals' help.

-

Grumpy is the perfect word to describe what you've become. And it's kind of understandable, given the human interaction you've had in a month. Right, absolutely, 0 interactions.

You were told that the service would arrive in 15 minutes, 34 minutes ago.

And you are pissed.

And when finally the doorbell rings, you inhale deeply, gathering air in your lungs, along with beautiful words that are tending to come to your head for this guy.

You swing the door open, your mouth ready to fire, but you're unexpectedly frozen. Yeah, not just because of the freezing air that hit you in the face, but because of the sudden handsomeness, blinding your sight.

Him?! Why him, out of everyone?

And works for computer service?!

You blink, mouth still wide open, but you're snapped back to reality when a pink lolly is stuffed into your mouth.

Sweet. Cherry. Hmm.

And you're back.

You glare at him, a hand moving towards the lollipop, to pull it back out.

"You're late." You state flatly.

"I know. And that..." he points at the lolly, "...is compensation."

You're officially furious.
Handsome or not, late is late.

And a lolly is in no way a compensation.

"Hell yeah, I'll take it. But also, you're going to be paid less..." his smirk curls down, "and that, is real compensation.".

You smirk and start towards your room, he follows, mumbling something under his breath.

And when you turn around, having reached your bed room, you're caught off guard with the grin set upon his lips. He walks towards you, and you start stepping back from him.

He's just as you remember he was, 3 years ago. Smart, proud, confident. Yet, his feet on the ground. 3 years ago, when you'd arrived, and were new to the university, he was the only friend you'd managed to make. Solely because he insisted on becoming friends, and you agreed. 6 month into your friendship, you'd made a new friend. A girl. And since then, you'd become besties. You shared everything, every thought, secrets...even the fact that you'd started falling for your first ever friend at the Uni, Kim Namjoon. But, things started going down when, Namjoon had come to know about this. Which wasn't yet, the worst that happened. One day, a voice recording had been sent to you, the number was well known to you, and that message was enough to break your heart. So you cut all your ties with him, without a word. He tried talking to you, asking you what went wrong, but you were a wall. And a year later, you were proposed by your now ex-boyfriend.

The bag you'd failed to notice on his shoulder, is now set on your single bed, and now he's just centimeters away from you. You're afraid he'll be able to see right through your eyes, the emotions you'd been hiding, especially from him. And it is true. He is able to read you. He sees the vulnerability, the betrayal, and the hurt, and his eyes soften. He knows you had a boyfriend, the fact had hurt him when he'd found out. But eventually, he'd accepted it. That doesn't mean he was over you, no. His feelings, too strong to ignore, stayed in his heart.

He knew you're hurt, the moment you had opened the door for him. He could easily see it in your eyes. He was the only person you had opened up to, who could see through you, he was the only one you had trusted blindly outside of your family. But that one recording had changed everything.

Now he is so close to you that you could feel his calm breath hitting your face softly. The emotions, the feelings you had buried deep inside somewhere, thinking they would die, were already coming towards the surface, knowing him so close to you now, his windows to the soul locked with yours.

Your breath hitches when he leans down closer to your face, cradling it in his palms softly.

"Junhi..." your name rolls off his tongue smoothly, sending a shiver down your spine, "you've been hurt?"

His words hit you straight on the heart. Tears surface your eyes, and you clench your jaw in anger. You push him away with all your strength, but he doesn't budge.

"Junhi..." he steps forward again, "tell me what happened. Was it that boyfriend of yours? I swear I'll kill that as-"

"So you care now, huh?!" Your question catches him off guard. He blinks, confused.

"What?"

You glare daggers at him.

"Oh, don't you dare act oblivious now."

"But I don't-" you interrupt him again.

"You remember this?" You show him your smartphone.

"Your smartphone?"

"Yeah."

Maybe it was the pent up frustration caused by your abrupt break-up, or maybe it was just your long submerged feelings for him that were surfacing through and out, but you had decided to finally confront things with him.

"Well, what about it?"

You scoff. You are fed of him acting like he doesn't know a thing.

"Repair my machine first." You know there's a bit of an attitude in your voice, but you don't regret.

Namjoon clenches his jaw at your stubbornness, but nonetheless, goes ahead to check the machine.

"How long do you work on this thing?" he asks.

"However long I want."

He knows he's reaching his limit, yet tries staying cool.

"Tell me how many hours in a day."

"11."

"11 what?"

"11 hours" you shrug as if it's nothing.

His eyes widen, and snap towards you.

"You what- you know how bad it is for y-"

"Just repair it for god's sake." you cut his words irritatedly.

He says nothing more, and moves on his knees to check the CPU. He lifts it up, and all the muscles flexing under his shirt make it difficult for your eyes to look away. As he knows the effect the action had on you, he sends you a knowing smirk, infuriating you further more.

"Shut up!" You snap at him.

"But I didn't say anything." Oh, that smirk, why is it so irritating, yet sexy?
You roll your eyes, and choose to not comment any further.

Something about him working, makes you want to forget all he'd done, and launch yourself at him. Maybe it's the way he rolls his tongue unconsciously over his lips while concentrating, or all the muscles he's gained since you last saw him, or just the way he glances at you from time to time.

Frustrated at your horny self, you decide to step out of the room, mumbling an 'I'll be back'.

Stomping over to the kitchen, you grab a glass, set it on the counter and head to the fridge. You open the door and grab a water bottle and the leftover shawarma, and move back. You fill your glass with the water and gulp it down. You then, grab your shawarma, and stuff one end in your mouth to angrily chew on it, not bothering to even heat it.

Anger had always made you hungry, and you felt better to have something or the other to chew on, it was like taking your anger out on the food. No harm, right?

It had been difficult, cutting him off from your life. Ignoring him, avoiding him, acting like he hadn't existed, it hurt you bad. And you know, he deserved to at least explain himself, but you were blinded by your own pain, that you decided he didn't. Walking through the corridors of the university, even at a glimpse of him, you'd run the opposite way, avoiding him, no, avoiding confronting him at all cost. It was hard to not look at him, when he was in front of your eyes. It was hard to put up a mask of ignorance, when you couldn't even stop thinking about him. It was hard to not long for him. At first, he'd glance at you, the want to talk to you, clear in his eyes. But then, it all stopped. And you knew he didn't care anymore. Though, you still kept up your act.

You weren't prepared to take on more. You didn't want to hear him say what the recording said was true. And you aren't prepared, now. This definitely isn't how you thought it would go like, him showing up out of the blue, and it is one of the many things you are pissed about.

Lost in your own thoughts, you failed to hear the footsteps approach you from behind, and finally came back to, when a breath hit you on the side of your neck. Surprise hits you and you turn around, a bit jumpy.

"Junhi." Your name slips through his lips in a mere whisper. His eyes are deeply fixed onto yours, sending you in a trance-like state for a moment.

And then, you snap out of it, when holds your phone in front of you. "This is a misunderstanding."

Your brows furrow.
"What?"

But, it had gone over your head now.
You snatch away your phone from him, and unlock it, fumbling to open your chat screen with him, you've never deleted. You click on the last message delivered from the other side and play it aloud, Namjoon's booming voice filling the air around through the small device.

"You think you love me?" *scoff* "Well I know better. Girls like you never love. It's just all lust to you. I befriended you 'cause I thought you were different, but turns out that you're just a slut, just like the others. And you better hear this with your ears and mind open, I can never even think of being with someone as low as you! You better never show me your face again!"

Silence.

It's like an aftereffect of the audio which was played just now.

And there you see something, which makes your heart drop. He knows about this audio, and he's not even saying anything to oppose it. And there's no regret in his eyes, just a hint of sadness when he looks at you.

Well, you don't need his pity.

Though, deep in your heart, you know you wanted him to deny it, but he doesn't.

And now, you can't keep it in anymore. Tears roll down your cheeks, your brows still furrowed, as you silently weep, without looking away. His eyes soften. And there rises an expression of realisation.

You are ready to snap at him, or maybe drive him out of the house, when your mouth gets covered abruptly. With what, the fact leaves you stupefied. His lips work on yours with great fervour. But realising your suspended form, he slows down his pace. His fingers come in contact with your damp cheeks and the last of the protective walls around you collapses. You throw your arms over his shoulders, trying to keep yourself from hitting the ground, pulling him towards yourself simultaneously. His arms snake around your waist, and he tugs you towards him until there's no space left between. The want accumulated over the years finally rushes through and out, your hands sliding into his hair to grip on them, forgetting your past, present and your future for a few moments. The kiss is passionately deep, and the feelings are overwhelming. It leaves you breathless. Literally.

You pull away gasping for breath, and he does the same, but doesn't back out, still holding you close. He rests his forehead against yours, as your eyes close, heartbeats still not willing to calm down.

"It's a misunderstanding, Junhi..." His voice is soft, but thick with emotions. He continues to talk, knowing you'll need a moment to recover from the kiss.

"That wasn't for you, that- that's not for you. I-I can never, ever, think of you that way. I love you Junhi, I do so much..."

And the waterworks spring into action again, this time solely due to his confession.

"I-I..." You start, but then pause, confusion and curiosity sparking inside you. You inhale deeply, and clear your throat.

"What do you mean?"

"Yes, it was me, it was my voice, but it was never directed to you, it was for...someone else..." he sighs.

"Who?" you raise your eyebrow.

He pauses to look into your eyes, then replies.
"Your best friend."

Your eyes widen.

He runs his fingers through your hair soothingly.

"People used to come to me, saying she liked me or whatever, but I never thought about it. She was in the same section as me, but I didn't like her like that, it was as simple as that. And I told her the same, when she proposed to me. She said she'll be okay with being friends, so I agreed. Then she befriended you, I didn't give it much thought either. But then one day, when I was at the bar with some of my friends, she followed me there and tried to spike my drink, you know why. But one of my friends noticed it and her stupid dirty plan failed. I was furious, and I...I yelled at her, but what I did not know was that one of her minions had recorded it all. A day or two later, you had stopped even seeing me, I was confused, I couldn't understand what wrong I'd done. But what surprised me was that whole of my chat with you had disappeared from my phone. I thought it was the work of some virus or something, but there was nothing. I tried talking to you, but then I thought you might need some space, so I backed out. She never came to me again, but after a few months I heard you had a boyfriend, so I thought..." he sighs again.

Realisation hits you like a truck. You put the pieces together and are finally able to see the picture completely.

Her sweetness, her pushing you into accepting your ex boyfriend's proposal, her sleeping with him, and her weird message, all of it made sense to you now.

She knew you loved Namjoon, and maybe she'd realised his feelings towards you as well.

She had sneakily used Namjoon's phone to send that message to you and deleted the whole conversation to eliminate any evidences. How she got his phone still confuses you, but it could've been before a class, when the teachers ask you to deposit your phones with them. Stupid rule.

So, jealousy.

"Junhi?" Namjoon calls your name, his voice laced in worry.

Your tears dry. And you tell him everything. Everything that happened after the break between you two. And you tell him, how much you miss him. You tell him how you'd liked him so much at that time, and...how much you love him now.

He kisses you, but unlike the previous one, this one's full of impatience, want, need. Pinning you to the nearest wall, he kisses you passionately, ardently, zealously. And when you pull away, he presses a feather kiss onto your forehead, gazing at you so lovingly, like no one has ever before.

"How did- did you get to know about the recording?" you asking, collecting your breath.

He chuckles, his voice an octave lower. "I didn't. When you left the room right now, I snooped into your phone, just to have a look at our chat, I wasn't even sure if you'd kept it or not, but it was there, and...I found that voice recording."

You glare at him playfully, but hug him, resting your head on his chest.

"Did'ya repair my sweetheart, Joon?"

"Uh, yeah, but I suggest you let the poor sweetheart rest. It's already done enough, accompanying you, how 'bout you let me?"

"I think I'll like that."

"Huh, of course you will, when I-..."

"Shut up."

"Whatever, you look so, uh, so..."

"You really wanna have that slipper on you right?"

The bickering goes on without end, taken to the bed, where the newest couple cuddles to sleep, and long is forgotten any past jealous best friend, or any dumb exes.

You lay there in the arms of your future.

°§°

All rights reserved ©
Do not copy storyline.

¬Choi-hajin