height difference

1/03/2016

Then we got to Seokjin's apartment.

I didn't know that Namjoon had a spare key for his place; so I was shocked for a moment.

"I know, right." Namjoon laughed, looking at me once we opened the door.

Once we got in, I noticed how clean the apartment was. Not bad, Seokjin.

"It's so dark. Let's open these curtains–"

"I recommend you don't do that."

Seokjin.

"You know, It's better to have some vitamin D in you." I huffed.

Seokjin laughed.

"Vitamin. . . D, help," He was laughing so much he was struggling to breathe.

"Oh shut up." Namjoon and I said in unison.

Namjoon handed some asprin to Seokjin, and I surprisingly sat down on his bed; where he was groaning.

Yes, I opened the curtains.

"Jin." I called. "Sorry, but calling you Seokjin is tiring so I decided to–"

He sat up. "Make a nickname."

"So why did you call us here?" Namjoon annoyingly said.

"Because I'm hungover and I needed a friend."

Me and Namjoon looked at each other; then back to Jin.

"Do you remember?" I asked.

"If you're gonna say the first time we met, no."

"No. New year's."

Namjoon awkwardly shifted away from us.

"Yes."

"Then why did you just–walk away like that?" I confusingly asked.

"Because I thought that–"

"It was a mistake?" I interrupted.

"No! Fuck, can you just please listen?"

"Why then? Mr. Kim Seokjin?"

"Because I realized that you hated me, so I just, walked away, because I realized that I wanted to kiss you when I wasn't drunk, but I promised myself not to drink, but I did, and this happened."

He was out of breath.

"Are you still drunk?" I aksed.

"What? No."

Without thinking, I kissed him.

I kissed him.

"Sorry. I was just so, my mind wasn't thinking.  I am so sorry."

Seokjin smiled.

And our lips collided.

"Stay here." He panted; our foreheads touching.

I nodded.

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