You sat on the plush couch in your living room, a metal spoon hanging from your mouth while the tub of ice cream sat melting in your lap. The TV once again showed the pictures of the most resent accused celebrity couples and you snorted moving for another bite of the almost liquefied treat. ‘Same story different day,’ you thought as you yet again let the spoon just rest in your mouth.
You reached for the remote deciding you were done with the most recent celebrity gossip when you heard it. The only reason you ever watched these types of shows. It was his name. You quickly sat up setting the melted mess on the table in front of you. “Rap Monster was seen yet again with another woman in downtown Seoul today.” The words rang in your ears and you pulled the spoon out of your mouth angrily. “That makes three this month yes?”
“Yes that is a grand total of three new girls seen on dates with the BTS leader.” Your face turned into a scowl and you quickly searched for your cellphone.
Almost as if sensing your anger and growing irritation your phone beeped from within the couch cushions. You dug it out and hurriedly unlocked the screen, your lip twitching as you looked at his face staring back at you. You needed to remember to change that picture before you took your anger out on your phone one day. The text message opened and you almost laughed hysterically.
‘It’s not what it looks like’
That was all it said. You rolled your eyes and tried to decide on your response. This was the third time just this month, and every time like the millions before, he would only write ‘it’s not what it looks like’. Couldn’t he at least be more original in his lies? The first time around you believed him. The tabloids loved to put any celebrity into any kind of gossipy position, but as the months went on and you had lost count of the many girls he was seen with, you were starting to think you were the only one looking like a fool here.
‘Oh? And what is it this time?’
You responded back as you dropped your phone on the couch and moved to put the once ice cream back into the freezer to solidify once more. As the metal spoon landed noisily in the sink you heard your phone beep again. With an exasperated sigh you walked back over and picked up your phone.
‘She is a new trainee and they wanted me to show her around.’
This time you did laugh. He had used this excuse before, only a few weeks ago if you remembered correctly. You walked into your room gnawing on your bottom lip as you contemplated your next course of action. Should you respond in the same way you had those few weeks ago or should you just stop? You pulled the fresh shirt over your head and hopped into your favorite pair of skinny jeans. The black ballet flats hugged your feet tightly and you fixed your hair into a stylish messy bun. It was always like this. He would try to explain, or give some lame excuse that you didn’t actually believe, and then he would say he wanted to see you. You had been through the ordeal so many times you had the timing down like clockwork. Your phone beeped again and you smirked. ‘Right on time.’ You thought as you walked to pick it up off of your bed.
‘Babe it’s nothing you need to worry about. You know you are the only girl for me.’
This caused another snort to sound from your nose. Yes the only girl for him, yet he still refused to actually make you his girl. You were more or less the friend with benefits. He said he loved you and that you were the only one but even between the two of you, and the whole world, you were just friends. Only the backup dancer that the uncoordinated leader of BTS had seemed to take a liking to. Your phone buzzed again and you didn’t even look down at it before grabbing your bag.
‘Meet me in the practice room so we can talk this out, ok?’
Your phone laid in your discarded purse in the corner of the room. The bright lights lit up your figure as you practiced the choreography for the next big show… yet again. This was your fifth time through the song and Namjoon still had yet to arrive. You heard your phone beep but decided you would not even check it.
You couldn’t remember when things had gotten so far off track. When you had started dating Namjoon, everything was perfect. He would sneak out with you at night and you would run around Seoul like you were still high school kids escaping from your home of rules and regulations. You would meet up throughout the week just to hang out and watch movies or go to the arcade, but that had changed, and quickly you might add. One day you were playing and hanging out like always, and then the next thing you know you hadn’t heard from him in a week and there were rumors of him dating other girls.
‘I shouldn’t be too surprised I guess.’ You thought as you collapsed onto the cool floor. Though you would spend a lot of time with him, you never actually remember making the relationship official. Maybe he was just keeping you around for a rainy day when those little star struck fan girls that hung on his every word would bore him. Your phone beeped again and you laid down on your back. The wood floor was cool on your warm skin and made the spots of sweat on your neck feel like frozen torture devices. You shivered and closed your eyes.
It wasn’t long until you heard the door to the practice room fly open angrily. “Ya! Why wouldn’t you respond to me?” Namjoon spat out angrily.
“Well hello to you too.” You said sarcastically as you sat up to look at him.
“Don’t hello to you too me. Why were you ignoring me?”
You sighed as you stood up brushing your hands off on your pants. You pointed your first finger up and started to count off the many different responses he had that never changed. “Because they are always the same Namjoon. Your messages never say anything different. ‘I’m sorry’ ‘I’m running late but I’ll be there soon’ ‘please wait for me’ ‘I’m sorry this happened again.’” You cocked your head to the side and looked at him expectantly. “How am I supposed to have any kind of different reaction if you never give me anything new to work with?”
His lips pursed together and you watched his dimples form under his glaring gaze. He was still dressed in the same clothes from the pictures on the TV and you guessed he had just come from seeing that girl. “Don’t give me that look Namjoon. You are the one who brings this upon yourself.” You shrug and move to slip your ballet flats back onto your feet.
That gaze never once left you as you moved across the room to grab your things. There was no need to stay any longer and you just wanted to go home and fume alone. Your hand reached for your bag but it was pulled in the opposite direction and you were slammed against the mirrored wall next to you. Namjoon’s breath was hot against your cheeks and you looked up at him trying to muster your best glare. “Where are you going?” He asked, a bit of malice in his voice.
You attempted to shrug him off but it didn’t work. “I am going home.”
“No we are going to talk about this.”
You scoffed and looked at him amused. “What is there to talk about?” You shook your head and bit the inside of your cheek for a moment before continuing. “You and I are not an item.” You pushed back at him but still to no avail. “You are always going out with all of these girls and we don’t even hang out much anymore. Hell I only ever see you at practice anymore.”
You weren’t sure what you had said but his lips turned into a smirk and that damn dimple that always caught you off guard shined through. He moved closer pressing himself against you and breathed into your ear. “Oh? Do I sense a bit of jealousy?” He chuckled softly and ran his hands through your hair. “You know you shouldn’t be jealous of those little girls.”
Your breath hitched and you bit your lip feebly pushing at his chest. He was at it again and you were determined to not end this the way it always did. Goosebumps trailed up your arms as his lips started to leave a trail of soft kisses from your collar bone to your jaw. His one hand snaked down and wrapped around your waist as his lips crashed with yours. The heated kiss sent shockwaves down your spine and you knew you could turn into putty at any moment. Absentmindedly your arms reached up and wrapped around his neck your fingers moving to get tangled into his blonde hair. He only smirked into the kiss and pushed your body into the glass again his hips rocking slightly against yours.
You knew what was happening. The same thing that always happened when you would meet in the practice room after another rumor surfaced, but that didn’t stop your mind from going fuzzy and the thought of ripping his shirt off taking up most of the space in your brain.
You were losing this battle and you knew nothing would ever change. That’s when it hit you. This time you smirked and forcefully pushed him down onto the floor straddling him. You kissed him roughly letting your hips move just a little until a soft moan escaped his lips. Pulling back slightly you whispered into his ear. “You want me baby?”
He looked up at you with hungry eyes and bit his lip before replying with a raspy yes.
This time you smirked and jumped off of him swaying your hips as you walked over to grab your bag. As you looked back at him you couldn’t help but smirk. The look of utter confusion and yearning painted an amusing picture for you and you shrugged. “You should have thought about that when you refused to make me official and played with all those little girls.” you smiled slyly and turned to saunter out of the room, leaving a boggled Namjoon laying on the practice room floor.
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