OUR LOUD MINDS → bts fanfiction

Chapter Thirty-Six

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Anna

It was as I was pulling on my jacket that the entrance door brushed against the bells, signaling someone's entrance. I glanced up with slight annoyance, praying it wasn't someone showing up to elongate my shift. But instead of an unfamiliar costumer, Kim Namjoon locked eyes with me, rather eagerly too.

"Oh, class president?" I murmured as he tentatively ventured over.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were finishing up now," he said slowly, rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's fine. Now you can drive me home," I replied, grabbing my bag.

"Oh, right. Ok." Namjoon looked almost relieved at this.

Was he disappointed that I had to go at first? For some reason, the thought tickled at my stomach. I shrugged off the strange feeling and headed for the door he'd just come in through.

"Bye, Unnie!" I called to Nana, though I doubted she heard me. Then to Namjoon, "Let's go, then."

"Right!" He mumbled, moving towards me.

We stepped out into the crisp afternoon, and I couldn't help but feel a slight thrill at the realization that Namjoon and I were talking again. That we were friends again. I snuck a couple of glances his way as we got into his fancy car. Once we were seated, I spoke up, saying what'd been on my mind since he'd left that morning.

"So, I'm guessing you didn't get a new history tutor," I remarked, almost shyly.

Namjoon raised his eyebrows and looked at me, about to put his keys into the ignition. Then a small hint of a smile crossed his lips.

"Yes...I-I mean no. Wait...yes? Er, I still need a tutor," he stumbled to say.

I let out a short breath, resembling a laugh, at his struggle for words.

"Are you free right now?" I asked him carefully.

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"So you baked buns...as punishment for participating in a full out fight...?" I repeated Namjoon's words, slowly, unsurely.

"Yes. Well, now that you say it, maybe it doesn't sound like much..." he realized thoughtfully. "But we're going back next weekend for whatever chore. And being with Kim Seokjin for hours was punishment enough."

"Sounds reasonable," I replied as we pulled into my driveway.

The car came to a stop, probably sticking out like a sore thumb in my average neighborhood. But Namjoon seemed relaxed. He wasn't tense at the moment. And it was almost like I was walking on eggshells, trying to hold onto this Namjoon for as long as possible.

"Are your parents home?" He asked me when I didn't make a move to open the car door.

"My mom should be," I said carefully, studying the house.

He cleared his throat, waiting, I knew, for me to get out. To do anything really.

"Uh, are we going to go in? Or...I don't know..." Namjoon wondered aloud.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry." I bit my lip, feeling almost embarrassed. "This is weird right? Um, I've never brought a boy over. To be honest."

Namjoon let out a slow breath, then without a word, he unbuckled, opened his door and got out. I blinked in stunned confusion as he slammed the door shut, then watched as he walked around to my side.

Namjoon pulled open my door, then ducked his head down as much as his tall body would allow.

"Anna, I don't think you have much to worry about. Unless you plan on hiding me in your room for an hour," he told me in a teasing manner.

Then Kim Namjoon flashed one his breathtaking smiles. One that made my breath catch in my throat and my heart forget how to beat. I thought that the first time I saw his smile would be the most effective, and that I'd get used to it or something. But how wrong I was.

I couldn't help but stare at his gleaming face, that sparkle bright in his eyes today. For the second time ever, this boy was making me blush again.

I cleared my throat awkwardly and tore my eyes away, pressing a cold hand to my burning cheek. I forced a soft snort and hurried out of the car.

"Well, no, I'm planning on introducing you. So let's go," I muttered, trying to fill up the awkward air. "It's not like your my boyfriend or anything, ha."

"Right," Namjoon replied, trailing behind me as I walked up the front steps to my door.

"Right," I repeated simply.

When I stepped inside, the warm air of my small house wrapped around me, helping to calm my nerves and racing heart. I couldn't help but suddenly notice how present Namjoon was. I suddenly noticed everything he was doing at the moment. How close he was. How calm he looked as he slipped off his shoes and made sure they were perfectly aligned beside mine. How his eyes roamed the house with a pleasant look. Like he could breath. Funny how he'd seemed so suffocated in his larger, spacious house, than in my small, stifling foyer.

I forced my eyes away from him, trying to act normal. Why am I being like this? Is having a boy at home really making me this nervous? And Namjoon of all boys. My friend. Friend.

"Anna, is that you?" A voice called from the kitchen.

"Mm, Eomma!" I called back, sending a glance to Namjoon. "Nows your time to show off that endearing awkwardness of yours."

"I'll do my best," he retorted with a softer smile.

I spun around quickly, subtly placing a hand over my pounding heart. How could I have ever gotten mad at him so easily? How could I have ever actually decided that I never wanted to talk to him again only a few days ago?

Because right now, there was this boy right here with me, one who I didn't think I ever wanted to be apart from again. Is this how you're supposed to feel about friends?

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A/N:
Okay but who wouldn't fall in love with a smiling Namjoon??

Anyway, Thank you for holding on with this story for so long, guys!! I'm so glad you're all still enjoying it after all this time!! <333

Side note: I've been asked to promote my sister's one-shot, check it out, it's really sad but well-written!!  I have to say this because she's my sister (haha jk)
ANYWAY, READ:
"Success" by wishinforjimin