You kept resisting, it was totally useless and you knew very well it was. Despite the nervosity which was starting to get to you more and more, you knew the awkwardness had lasted long enough. The time perhaps wasn't right yet, but if you were to wait any longer, chances were such a great opportunity wouldn't show up quickly again. Still, not resisting in any way wouldn't have felt right to you. You may have been relatively quiet and withdrawn during your stay, but it was evident no one could ever take your stubbornness away from you that easily. Just being dragged through a building without even being asked if you liked it, wasn't exactly something you were cut out for. It was time to speak up, this boy may be a prince who walked straight out of your dreams, he still had no right to treat you like this.

"Just come with me, y/n. It's all going to be just fine but I do need to talk to you about some things right now. If I were to wait any longer I'd have to pucker up the courage again sometime and I've got no idea if I ever will... So just come along. Okay?"

Such consultation much wow, but okay, you could understand what he meant since you were experiencing the exact same thing today. Him telling you how he truly felt made all your will to resist fade away quickly. You gave up on pushing the other way, partly because Joon admitted how he felt, partly because you were afraid he'd fall if you were to continue this way. Oh well, giving in for one more time couldn't hurt right? So you just walked quietly alongside him. Even though your nerves were acting up like there would be no tomorrow, you were not letting go of his hand, no way you ever would.

"See, I'm freaking nervous about these things, I'm not good at expressing my feelings when I can not write them down for a song. This is just as hard for me as it is for you, kay?"

Namjoon really seemed uneasy, it was a bit hard for you to see him like this. You'd rather see the hard-working boy a bit more carefree a bit more often. You arrived at the dorm room before you could give him any sort of answer. Namjoon opened the door and just awkwardly pushed you inside. Then he closed the door again and turned on his lights. Your eyes had needed some time to adjust to the sudden flash of warm light but when they did, you saw his eyes met yours for a short moment. Before he became occupied with studying the pattern on the floor, that is. He let go of your hand, placing it on his other hand instead. He looked so small standing there in front of the door.

He lifted his face once again and opened his mouth, but he probably didn't know where to begin since he closed it shortly after again. At least something to remotely calm you down: you were both just as nervous.

After a moment in which you felt the boy hesitating, he finally turned his head in your direction again. You forced yourself to look at him, to look back in his eyes. You finally understood why people always described this little action as hard now. A strand of hair fell in front of his left eye and without even thinking, as in a reflex, you gently put it back in place. Namjoon's cheeks turned the brightest shade of red you'd ever seen.

"Y/n, I'm sorry, I'm not great at hiding my feelings and you probably know why we're here," he managed to stutter while he pulled the sleeves of his shirt over his hands. He was nervous, obvious enough to anyone. It was a bit weird to you. This guy had so much confidence and charisma on stage, like nobody could ever bring him down. But here he was standing in front of you, not knowing what to do.

"But I really do feel like I should be honest with you, if I am not, all of this isn't going to work out and you deserve to know the truth."

You just couldn't hold back anymore, it was too hard for you to see Namjoon this insecure. You quickly moved forward and wrapped your arms around him. "It's okay, you can tell me anything, you know that."

Namjoon seemed to calm down a bit and hugged you back, it was maybe easier for him now that he didn't have to look at you directly in your eyes.

"Well, here goes, this may not come as a big surprise to you anymore, but these days, I'm feeling more and more attracted to you. I just like you, it's as simple as that in my mind but we both know it isn't as simple because of the situation we're in. I'm sorry for all of this, I really am. But I can't help it and you deserve to know."

Of course you had secretly expected his confession to be a bit like this. But for him to actually LIKE you. Wow. What to do now? Of course you had feelings for him too. Your entire life basically revolved around him. But you were very conscious of all the fans and their comments on anything the BTS members did. While there was nothing in this world you wanted to do more than to just start getting to know him better, to go on dates, to hold his hand, there would be a lot of hardships you'd undeniably face because of that.

"My dearest Namjoon," you told him while moving back so you could look him in the eyes (o gosh he looked so afraid poor poor boy) "I like you too, I want to be with you more than anything but I'm just so so afraid." Wow. You just told him the actual truth. You go girl. So, what now?

Namjoon smiled and his eyes smiled with him, he pulled you closer, making your head lean on his shoulder. His shirt was the softest thing in the world and you wouldn't mind burying your face in it forever. For the few minutes this beautiful moment lasted, there was not a single worry occupying your mind anymore. This was where you belonged and you felt by his embrace you weren't the only who felt that way.