'who are you?' he whispered, gazing at the beautiful creature.
the moment he spoke, her eyes opened.
and namjoon was done for.
| namjoon x o/c
| fantasy, romance, fluff, smut
| completed: 15.07.2023
@bangtanbagels ~ 2023
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"He's avoiding me again," she sighed, watching her breath cloud in front of her as she lent on Jungkook's balcony railing.
Next to her, Jungkook stood shoulder-to-shoulder, gazing at the stars. "I would say you're probably making it up," he said slowly. "But I think you might be right."
After the gift-giving at Christmas, she felt like they had really broken down a barrier. She'd told him her worries about being a burden, and he'd dispelled them. The hug he'd given her had been genuine, and full of affection, and for a moment afterwards she could have sworn he was going to...
No.
He couldn't have been.
And even if he was, this whole situation with the buried pictures had set them right back to square one, because Namjoon was back to being distant for the past week.
She sighed, leaning her head on Jungkook's shoulder. It had already been a long and tiring evening, seeing as it was Taehyung's birthday. They had begun the day at lunch with Taehyung's family, hosted out on the balcony so that she could exercise the excuse of wearing sunglasses to cover her superhuman irises.
Once his family had left, she had assisted Jin with making dinner while Jimin mixed drinks, the rest of the boys cranking up the music to have their own private party in the house. Namjoon was nowhere to be found - probably holed up in his studio once more, having excused himself from the celebrations earlier that evening.
"Here, noona," Jimin had offered her a fruity drink, throwing her a cheeky wink as they clinked their glasses together and laughing when she downed it in one. "Careful! They're lethal."
She had just shrugged, figuring it might be the perfect excuse to forget how confused she was about Namjoon. And so she'd accepted drink after drink, admiring how the happy hum began to spread throughout her limbs, making her laugh along with Jimin and Tae as they drank with her.
When Hobi had pulled her up to her feet to dance, she had accepted, feeling light and airy and carefree for the first time in days. Hobi was a great dance partner, and the four of them had twirled and jumped and grooved and smiled until finally she was exhausted in the best way.
Wherever Namjoon was, she didn't care in that moment.
That's what she told herself, anyway. But when she'd stepped out onto the balcony for fresh air and found a sombre-looking Jungkook, the reality of the situation had hit her.
