ETERNAL | namjoon ✔️

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"So, um..."

Namjoon's fingers trembled as he indicated around his bedroom that evening. He hadn't had much of a chance to clean it since she had arrived. He was generally a very tidy person, but something about her made him want to get it completely perfect.

But she didn't seem bothered at all by the few items of clothes and books on his dresser. Taking the room in with wide eyes, she finally rested on him, gazing at him innocently.

"You can sleep in here," he said. "We don't have a spare room, so..." he trailed off, indicating the room again. "This is yours."

Her eyebrows crossed and she hugged her robe around her tightly. "W-where will you sleep?"

"On the couch," he said. "Don't worry about me - I've done it a million times."

She shook her head vehemently. "No, I... c-couldn't let you-"

"Please," he cut her off gently. "It's the least I can do. You need to rest properly."

She gazed up at him, seemingly taken aback by this small act of kindness. Eventually, she gave a small nod.

"Thank you, Namjoon," she murmured softly.

His heart twisted at her words. Her voice was less shaky than earlier, and his heartstrings tugged at the melodic tone of it. She still looked frail, but her cheeks were rosy pink now, and she stood upright in his doorway, indicating her health was improving. She had slept for pretty much the entire day, accepting a small bowl of Jin's soup around dinner time which she had sipped at contentedly.

"N-no problem," he replied.

Her lavender eyes didn't leave his, and they stood for a moment, just looking at one another. Namjoon could feel the happy hum that he'd grown accustomed to in her presence, vibrating around them in the moonlit room. It was the kind of sensation he could easily grow addicted to.

Whatever you do, don't fall for her.

Namjoon shook his head, as if to brush away Yoongi's advice from earlier. He cleared his throat.

"Um, do you need something to sleep in?" he asked her, glancing down at her robe and then looking away quickly, trying to dismiss the image of her smooth curving thighs that was burning its way into his memory.

"Y-yes, please..." she murmured, looking down at the floor. She had blushed even pinker and he couldn't help but find it adorable.

"O-okay, um..." he stuttered, darting across the room and opening a drawer. He found a clean pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, but when he saw her shiver as she stepped further into the room, he drew out a sweatshirt as well. "You can keep these."

He handed them to her, and her face broke out into a huge smile as her purple eyes met his once more. This time, they glowed happily, as if this small gesture was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her.

It probably is, he realised. She's never been a human before.

And then his thoughts snapped back to reality, because she was starting to take off her robe.

Right there, in the middle of the room.

What in the hell was she doing?!

"U-um, I'm just gonna - I'm gonna go," he spluttered, moving past her swiftly and to the door. "Give you some, um, some privacy."

She turned to peek at him, thankfully stopping her motions of undressing, although the robe still slipped off her bare shoulder that she glanced at him over now. "A-are you okay?"

He nodded furiously, turning to face the other way, and that's when it hit him.

She's never been a human before - obviously she has no shame about being naked.

"I just-" he began, not sure how to broach this, especially when he was turned away from her. "I- it's... most humans like... to get dressed alone."

She gave a little gasp, and he heard her pull the material back over herself. "O-oh. I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

"No, it's fine, totally fine...I'm just gonna... I'll go. G-good night," he stammered as he stepped out of the room fully, shutting the door behind him.

His cheeks burned as he rested his head in his hands. He couldn't stop thinking about her milky white shoulders, the same colour as her creamy thighs...

Stop it, Namjoon!

God, he felt like a leering teenage boy. She hadn't even meant for it to be sensual or intimate - she was so innocent, it wasn't fair of him to think of her in that way.

He was about to move away, when the door opened again.

"Namjoon?"

He turned, and internally cursed himself for doing so, because now she was dressed entirely in his clothes.

Why is this worse than when she was getting naked?!

"U-um," he began, glancing down at the way the sweatshirt swallowed up her small hands. "Y-yes?"

"I-I'm sorry, again," she said, averting her gaze down to the floor. His heart throbbed in his chest at her blushed cheeks.

"Oh no, it's okay, honestly. I understand," he said, giving her what he hoped was a reassuring smile. "I hope you sleep well."

"Goodnight," she gave him a soft smile, meeting his eye one final time, the blaze of lavender staying with him long after she shut the door.

Later that night, as he wrestled to get comfortable on the couch, Namjoon couldn't sleep. He could only think of her, of those eyes, of how innocent she was. Of that glorious feeling that washed over him when he stood next to her.

The itch had returned since she shut the door, dancing over the back of his neck. He thought about Yoongi's words, about how maybe his connection with her was the strongest.

How was he supposed to sleep if he couldn't stand to be away from her? He couldn't exactly go in there while she was sleeping.

He sighed. It was hopeless.

Glancing to his left, he heard a soft sound emitting from the other side of the wall. He realised that, where the couch was pushed against the living room wall, the adjoining room was his. And his bed was up against that same wall.

Only this wall separated them.

He could hear the sounds of her trying to get comfortable in bed, exhaling softly.

Was she feeling the same way?

Namjoon took a risk, reaching out to press a hand against the wall. He splayed it out, feeling ridiculous for a moment... until it happened.

The itch stopped.

He smiled as a wave of drowsiness hit him. Maybe sleeping wouldn't be so difficult after all.

He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, and closed his eyes. Not knowing that on the other side of the wall, a girl with lavender eyes was closing hers, with a dainty hand pressed against his bedroom wall.

     

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