A loud knocking on the door echoed in the house, scaring both Namjoon and Eunwoo. "I'll get it." Namjoon stood up, sighing. Eunwoo watched carefully.

"Soyoung?" Namjoon was shocked as his eyes met with hers. "I've been looking for you all day." She whined, pushing past him to get inside. Eunwoo hid behind the couch.

"Namjoonie, I want you back." Soyoung sighed. "Well, the answer is no. Get out." Namjoon kept the door open. "Why? Listen, it was just a bad time for us, we have time to be together now-" "Soyoung-ah, I said to please leave. I-I have someone else." Namjoon imagined Eunwoo popping out to cover for him.

"Oh? Where is she?" Soyoung turned and started wandering around the house. Eunwoo found the courage to pop up out of nowhere and stared at her. "Here." She said loudly.

Soyoung turned to Namjoon. "Really? Her?" She spat. "Soyoung I said to get out of my house. Now." Namjoon pointed to the door. "Make me." Soyoung hissed at him, and turned to Eunwoo. "You-" "He won't but I will. Get out." Eunwoo cut her off, storming over.

Needless to say Eunwoo got her out in a minute, with her tail tucked between her legs. Eunwoo slammed the door once she left. "So, um-" She turned to ask Namjoon who she was, but he was sitting on the kitchen floor with his head in his hands, hiding.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She walked over quickly and placed a hand on his back. Namjoon shook his head. "Was she an ex?" Eunwoo asked, and Namjoon nodded. "Was she mean to you?" She asked. Namjoon took a shaky deep breath and looked up.

"No...just miss her." He mumbled, trying not to cry. He was embarrassed. "She didn't love me though, I don't think. Now I think she just wants me for my money." He told her, hiding his face again. "Then she's a whore." Eunwoo chuckled, and Namjoon couldn't help but laugh. He felt like a normal person for a second.

"If she comes back I'll make sure to give her a piece of my mind." She told him, rubbing his back. Namjoon nodded. "We should get to sleep, it's late..." He changed the subject. Eunwoo and him had played games all day, going on no sleep from four in the morning to nine at night. "Eh, not really. We can finish playing-" "No, we should sleep." Namjoon cut her off.

While he wasn't sure what his relationship would be with Eunwoo, he liked being around her. He liked talking to her.

He liked being her friend.

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Namjoon was just about to sleep when he opened his eyes to turn over, and saw Eunwoo sitting up in his bed, knees to her chest as she stared at him, seemingly out in space. "You watching me sleep?" He mumbled, turning onto his back. Eunwoo snapped back to Earth. "No, can't sleep." She told him.

"I have more blankets if you-" "No, not that." Eunwoo mumbled into her knees. "I just...haven't...I haven't slept in a bed with a guy in a long time."

Namjoon chuckled, taking it as a joke. "Neither have I." He said. "Well, I have slept with a girl in my bed but not slept, you know?" He smirked, and Eunwoo laughed quietly. "So you're a virgin?" She asked, turning to him with a smirk. "It doesn't bother me any." Namjoon nodded, laughing. "Are you?" He asked. Right after he said it he realized he shouldn't have, and wanted to take it back.

"Wasn't my choice to give it up."

Namjoon's expression went serious, as he realized what she meant. "What do you mean?" He asked, sitting up. "My ex was mean." She told him, staring at her feet as she zoned out. "Oh, Eunwoo I'm so sorry that had to happen to you." Namjoon wanted to hug her but he didn't feel it would be appropriate- now, anyway. "I mean, is he in jail? Did you report him?" He turned defensive. "I was lucky enough to escape him, I didn't want to push my luck..." Eunwoo explained, her tone soft.

"I saw him, though, a year or so ago...at a bar. He spiked my drink but someone saw and didn't let me drink it. He saved me." She remembered his name and what he looked like. "Jimin..."

Namjoon doubted it was his cute mochi. Jimin didn't like to drink much alone. "He pretended to be my boyfriend so my ex would back off...he called the police and everything for me." Eunwoo rested her head on her knees. "He told me his drink was spiked once and he was almost raped, but he had a friend who helped him and he couldn't let himself watch me drink a drugged drink." She added.

"Do you know the last name, by any chance?" Namjoon asked. "I think it was Park...not sure though. A few weeks later he saved me again from getting hit by a car, and his friend yelled his full name at him." Eunwoo smirked. "He was like my little guardian angel...small in height but I doubt he was small in another place." She laughed and Namjoon did too. "Did you ever know?" He asked, smirking. "Oh, goodness no." Eunwoo shook her head frantically. "I haven't trusted anyone for sex in years, even my close guy friends. There was no way I would know." She explained. Namjoon nodded.

"Well, I have a friend who sounds exactly like him. Park Jimin..." It felt weird to say his name for some reason. "Huh...small world I guess." Eunwoo smiled at him, making eye-contact.

"I'll go into another room and sleep, I don't want you up all night, it isn't good for you." Namjoon rolled over and stood up. "No-" "If it makes you comfortable you can even lock the door, there's only a key for the basement and outside doors." Namjoon told her. While Eunwoo felt much better about the fact he was leaving, she felt bad for him.

"O-okay..." She mumbled. "Good night." Namjoon forced himself out of the room and closed the door, heading for the guest room.

Eunwoo trusted Namjoon but her past said otherwise. She locked the door and moved the nightstand over to block the door in case Namjoon lied and there was a key. Feeling much better she laid down, and Namjoon's cologne filled her senses. It wasn't overwhelmingly strong, it was nice. Masculine...

Sexy.