Chapter 14 - 충돌 (CHUNG-DOR)[Prank]

I was just laying in bed, it was so early in the morning that I couldn't decide if I should go to Sobo-san and ask if she would need anymore help since I helped her an hour ago, make myself breakfast, go to the main building to practice, or just take a break. I decided to climb down the ladder from my top bunk and called my dogs to me so I could give them their breakfast. I grabbed my phone from the charging outlet on my kitchen counter to check my notifications. My manager sent me a schedule she made for my debut night and then more notifications of my success reaching Japan on the third day. I smiled the most when I saw the boys' good morning texts, I replied to most of them who said 'Good morning! Chu~' and reached Namjoon's text.

I smile and get myself changed into a large white sweater that went to my mid-thigh that had sleeves that covered my hands and black leggings. I put on some nude makeup quickly and didn't bother putting on shoes over my black ankle socks since I would just be crossing the hallway. I open up my front door with my keys and my phone in hand. After locking my door I knocked on the one in front of me and heard some rustling from inside before Namjoon opened the door and ran a hand through his bed hair. His baggy green shirt and grey sweatpants were the basic definition of casual. He smiled and step aside to let me in. The dorm was surprisingly clean, knowing seven people lived in here. All and all it was about twice the size of my dorm. Namjoon led me to their plush grey couch and I looked at the TV to see he was watching Got7 on stage for KBS.

"What did you even do to your shoulder Namjoon-oppa?"I ask, noticing how stiff it looked whenever he moved.

"I worked too hard during rehearsal yesterday and PDnim told the manager to give me the day off since I couldn't hold the microphone right afterward."he sighs."I break everything so this isn't new."

"Hmm, yeah I've heard."I chuckle."Yoongi-oppa told me."

"Suga-hyung always bad mouths me."he pouts.

We started talking about music as the conversation slowly became more directed towards my debut, but I always pushed the thoughts away and talked more about Bangtan. Our conversations were far from formal, with a little pinch of profanities and innuendos. It was very different from the first conversation I had with him a few weeks ago, which was drop dead serious. After about an hour of laughing at past BTS performances we decided it was time for lunch.

"Hmm, do you want me to make you some tea?"he asked.

"Sure I'll help you. What do you want for lunch?"I ask back.

"...I'll go down to the restaurant to pick up something to eat."he suggests, thinking for a moment."Is pork bulgogi okay with you?"

"Yep. I'll just get the table set up."I say, seeing him put on his shoes and mask.

"Okay, I'll be right back."he calls, the door shutting behind him.

I get up from the couch and use my socks to slide through the wooden floorboards to the kitchen. I open up the shelves to grab a couple of cups for the tea. I still didn't know which one Namjoon prefered so I decided to just start heating up the water and setting up the table next to the kitchen. The door opens up just as the water starts to boil.

"I got the food!"cheers Namjoon childishly, placing the plastic bag of food on the table."I was supposed to get the tea ready."

"I've got to do something."I say,"What tea do you like?"

"I'll get the green tea."

He walks over to the sink as I take the two cups of warm water to the table and watch him get the packets. We eat for a while before cleaning up and hopping back onto the couch with our tea.

"So when are the guys going to get back here?"I ask, looking at the clock that said it was about one o'clock.

"Somewhere around two."he answers, placing his cup on the table and rubbed his shoulder."Damn I should get the aspirin."

"I'll get it, where is it?"I ask, getting up and patting his good shoulder.

"It's probably in V's room over to the far right. He had a toothache or something a few days ago so I'm pretty sure it's in there."he thinks.

I nod and head over to that room. His door was slightly ajar, just enough for me to see a dresser. I pushed the door open and walked inside, only to feel something heavy fall onto my head with a thud and water pour onto me from above.

"What the hell?!"I squeak, a chill running through me.

Namjoon's footsteps ran over to the hallway just as I took off the large plastic bucket from my head. There was a post-it note on the back written in messy handwriting.

'Don't come into my room hyung! -V'

I huffed and handed the note to Namjoon who swore he would get V back for this after walking into the room to use V's bath towels to wipe the floor with an evil laugh. I laugh and grab the aspirin, handing it to Namjoon after he laid the soaked towels under V's duvet. He took them and was about to say a 'Thank you.' before suddenly stopping just to stare at me.

"What?"I ask, stepping closer to inspect his shoulder."Did you hurt your shoulder even more?"

Namjoon gulped and handed me an extra dry towel he held in his hand before his eyes moved to my chest. I looked down to notice my white sweater was sticking to my skin...and I just HAD to be wearing a black bra underneath. I covered up with the towel over my shoulders with a bright tomato face, telling myself I shouldn't punch Namjoon's bad shoulder. Instead I headbutted his chest.

"Pervert."I growl.

"Hey don't blame me for being human!"he defends, putting both his hands up and pulling my wet body to his chest, leading me out of the room and to the living room.

He sat me down on the couch, making me glad my leggings weren't soaked."Let's get you cleaned up."

He went into his own room and came back with a comb, makeup wipes, and a hairdryer. I was debating whether or not to tell him I could fix myself up by myself, but he seemed like he was doing this whether I liked it or not. Maybe as an apology? I sat still as his hand led the comb through my soaked hair, enjoying the relaxing feeling of the hairdryer's warm air hitting the back of my cold neck. My roots became dry as he ran a hand through the tangles before going through with the comb.

"Your hair is really soft."he compliments, turning my head back to face forward after I turn around to give him a pout."It's a compliment jeez chill."

As more and more of my hair dried, the more uncomfortable I felt in the damp tight sweater that clung onto my waist. I shifted a bit and Namjoon turned off the hairdryer before grabbing the makeup wipes and moving around the long U-shaped couch and sat in front of me. I realized what he was doing and a pink tint hit my cheeks.

"I can do it myself Namjoon-oppa."I whisper, feeling embarrassed when I realized I probably looked like a monster with makeup running down my face.

He didn't say anything, only dragging the damp wipe delicately from the side of my cheek, to underneath my eyes, and back to my opposite cheek. His stare seemed to light up my skin everywhere it dragged, following his hand everywhere it went. The wipe became warm from my heated face and his warm hand that it nearly felt non existent. After every trace of makeup was gone from my skin he crumpled up the wipe and tossed it onto the table, giving me a look filled with an emotion I couldn't put into words.

"You're so beautiful."

The grip on the towel around my shoulders tightened. The feelings of being so vulnerable in front of anyone scared me. My eyes flicked away and landed on my legs. Without realizing it until now, he was so close. Namjoon was basically leaning against me. My eyes shot up when I felt his thumb run across my smooth lips.

"Namjoon-oppa..."I whisper in a surprised pitched voice.

His eyes looked up to my own as he leaned closer towards my ear, his eyes looked darker than before...and his pupils were larger than normal.

"Stop being so cute...I don't think I can control myself when you're like this."he whispers, his lips brushing against my earlobe before he drew back to his original position of kneeling in front of me, a friendly distance away."...I'm sorry."

"Namjoon-oppa...I-"

Just as I was about to speak the front door burst open and the six other members came in, double taking when they saw me sitting in front of Namjoon.

"Were we interrupting something?"asked Jin, looking over at me for a reply.

"No."blurted Namjoon, standing up and picking up the makeup wipes and other materials we used."We were just talking."

"Yeah."I reply, giving Jin and the others a wave.

Most looked a bit confused, seeing me with their leader was a sudden thought. Namjoon walked up to me, his back facing the others as he whispered lowly next to my ear.

"You can borrow the towel, I think you should change in your dorm before they get the chance to see you like this."

I blush and nod, glad that the towel was big enough to cover my top half as it went over my shoulders."I'll see you later then Namjoon-oppa."

I didn't want to have anything against him from what happened. What kind of friend would I be? So I left, exiting the front door and using my keys to enter my dorm, I left it unlocked so Yoongi could walk in. I tried to think of anything. Anything that would make my heart stop beating faster than I could keep up.