《Dancing together - Namjoonxreader fanfiction》Namjoon's first move
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Break time! At least for the boys. You, you were sitting here. In the dormitory. Alone. It was around 12 o'clock and you would have lunch with them after they'd finish a photoshoot. You left the door of the dorm open, which made it possible for a huge amount of sunlight to come into the room. You really needed some now, it always brightened your mood and gave you some motivation to go on with the boring work while the boys were having their fun photoshoot. It wasn't really a really important, big shoot or anything, so you decided this would be the right moment to do some homework and follow an online class via YouTube. Maybe you could go outside for a bit later, to catch some fresh air and to brighten up the mood a bit. This chair you were sitting on was kind of uncomfortable, so you decided to move onto the carpet on the floor which was fluffy and thus way more comfortable for you to sit on. You had your headphones plugged into your phone to ensure you wouldn't get distracted from any noise outside. Everything was going quite well now, but that wasn't a big surprise to you, really. You normally aced all classes at school, and even though this situation was so different from normal, you were able to do this.
When your biases were so close to you, it was hard to concentrate and even when you thought you were beginning to get used to them by now, sometimes when you had to talk to them, you just spitted out some random words, not knowing what to do or what to say. In the end you'd turn bright red and they would laugh a bit at you, Namjoon always looking worried, as if he himself had made you uncomfortable. All you wanted for him was just to smile, he was so pretty when he smiled...
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it was weird... You had noticed how attached to Joonie you had gotten these past days. Unbelievable. Close to your ultimate bias. A grin appeared on your face and you could just féél your eyes brightening and sparkling. Who of your k-pop friends would ever believe that? He was such a special guy. Why did he have to be older than you? Why did he have to live so far away? Why couldn't you have met when he wasn't this famous. You could've dated him... W-wow, don't escalate, was what you had told yourself the last three days. It was totally useless. You couldn't stop thinking of him anymore. Every time he was close to you, your heart started beating at least ten times faster than normal. And while looking at your math homework one last time, you finally accepted that you had fallen for Namjoon. You were totally lost.
This part was hard, ugh. A small growl escaped your mouth and you couldn't help but to sigh uncontrollably. You gave up and put on your headphones once again, searching for your favourite BTS playlist. The first sounds of the song reached your ears and you were lost in thoughts again, losing sense of reality.
You also didn't sense the sound of footsteps getting closer to the dormitory... A warm hand was suddenly resting on your shoulder and you knew whose hand it was by just feeling how big and warm it was. It was, of course Namjoon's hand. The last person you could ever face normally. Kim Namjoon was here, sitting beside you. Panic got to you and you didn't know whether to turn around or not.
While you finally got the guts so turn around (but with your eyes closed), you felt something warm touching your cheek. Realising it were his lips, your face became hotter than the sun. You opened your eyes and the first thing they saw were his. His eyes, as dark and sparkling as the milky way met yours. He turned bright red too, probably realising too late what he just did.
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"Joonie..?" You spoke "I.. eh.. I.." you became quiet again, looking at the ground while being totally flustered.
"Y/n.. Eh... I-I'm sorry" He told you, while also intensely inspecting the floor.
"N-no Joonie, please don't mind it, it's just a bit much for me, being kissed like this by my bias, while listening to his songs.."
"Geez y/n, when you put it like this, it sounds like I've been kissing you on your lips for a full hour." He showed you a bit of his tongue and winked.
Then you both smiled, and when you looked at him, you saw he was just as happy as you were, his eyes told you he was happy to have finally taken this step, you could just see it.
You leaned in, closer to him and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tightly, wanting to have him as close to you as possible, not planning to let go.
Mon looked surprised for a bit and after a couple of seconds, he also wrapped his arm around you too, pulling you closer to him, resting his head on yours, but he didn't put pressure on his chin, making sure he didn't hurt you in any way possible.
"I'm sorry y/n, I'm not allowed to like anyone, but I can't help it but to be attracted to you, you... I don't know, you just do something with me I can't withstand, I really need you here and when I'm thinking of the moment you'll have to go home, my heart feels like it's getting ripped apart."
"Joonie... I... I'm sorry, I don't know what to say..." you were debating whether you should tell him the truth or not. He was not allowed to date anyone and ARMYs would get furious if they discover their Rap Monster was dating a girl, a girl who wasn't even a Korean model or anything not to mention. Eventually, you decided. It were best for both of you if you were honest. If you lied to him, you didn't even deserve to be his friend, to be here.
"To be completely honest, Joon, I think I like you... It's like a flower that has just began to bloom. It's still small, but it's strong and it will grow out to be something beautiful, I'm sure!"
"Y/n, you couldn't have made me happier, but you really gotta work on writing lyrics, you're being really cliché right now" He laughed a bit, looking into your eyes.
That also made you smile, you just couldn't help it.
Then you the sound of new footsteps made you realise you were still hugging. Quickly, you let go of him, you'd tell him the part of angry fans later on.
"Heeeellloooooo" Jimin spoke happily, then realising Namjoon was with you in the dorm.
"Joon? You have a lot to explain I think," he said "but I'll keep this between us." He smirked and winked at you both while moving his index finger to his lips.
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