real life

JUST because it's 2am in the morning doesn't mean Sol shouldn't enter the house that held BTS. Sena hasn't been responding to Sol's texts the whole night, and so, at 2am, Lee Sol made the decision to investigate into Jeong Sena's disappearance. Her first stop, was the convenience store near Sena's humble abode. Sena usually spends hours at that store, eating up all the noodles they have on stock. (How many times does it need to be said? Sena's a broke bitch!)

But, luck wasn't on Sol's side and unfortunately, Sena was not at the convenience store. So, Sol went to her second location; public toilets. Sena usually uses the toilet after her trip to the convenience store, but once more, luck wasn't on Sol's side. That's when Sol decides to go to BTS's house at 2am in the morning. (Sol doesn't give a fuck if they're all sleeping, finding Sena and talking to her is more important).

Sol opens the front door and moves into the dark and very quiet house. It was unusally quiet, since the house was often full of loud voices and laughter. Sol's never really been one for quiet - she loves noise. Slipping off her shoes, Sol quietly pads through the house. The house seemed so tall and unforgiving in the dark. It felt so unfamiliar to Sol.

Then, she sees light. Someone was huddled up on the couch, a soft light glowing from the phone held in their hand. Sol grins, she's always right! She's never been wrong once in her life. She knew Sena would be here at 2am in the morning - it's just something only Sena would do.

"Sena!" Sol hisses in the dark.

Sena's head whips sharply around, almost as if she got scared. "Sol?"

Wait, that voice is too deep to be Sena's. Wait, Sol was wrong? Sol doesn't know what to do. How should she act? This was the first time she's guessed wrong in her life. Is this was losers felt like?

"Namjoon?"

The light from his phone highlights his face. Sol, right now, would usually stop breathing - but now her breathing is rapid, her heart rate has increased. She can't believe her eyes. How can someone look that damn fine at 2am in the morning, and the only source of light is coming from the phone resting in his hands. People like Namjoon were made carefully by God.

"Oh, sorry, I thought you were Sena. I've been looking for her because she hasn't been answering my texts. I guess she must be dead or something - should we alert the police? Oh no, what will Sena's family think? Will they hate me? Shit, I've been such a terrible friend - oh no, what about Taehyung and Jimin? What will they think? Oh God. Please, God, take me now. I -"

"Sol, hey, calm down," Namjoon cuts into Sol's embarrassing mental breakdown, "Sena's out with Taehyung. Don't worry about them, they're probably stargazing or something."

Sol sighs in relief, placing a hand to her chest, "thank god."

Silence embraces them both. Sol doesn't know what to do now, does she leave? Does she stay here, after inviting herself in? Maybe she could find Yoongi, or Jin, or Hoseok and sleep in their bed with them. Namjoon, himself, doesn't know what to do either. Does he just leave Sol alone in the lounge? Does he invite her to sit with him? Does he. . . I don't know, admit his feelings for her? - wait, where did that thought come from?

"You can stay the night," Namjoon's voice says, leaving them both in shock, "I don't want you driving home this early in the morning. You're probabl really exhausted." Damnit. Why doesn't anything listen to Namjoon? He was telling himself to stop speaking, yet there he was, running his mouth like it was his last day alive.

Sol feels her body crash. She feels so tired. Namjoon's right, she can't drive home like this, so she takes the option of sitting on the couch beside Namjoon. Lee Sol's weird - do you know why? Well, because, instead of walking around the couch to sit on the couch, she climbs over the back of the couch, letting her body flop forward. Now, she's laying in an awkward position with Namjoon peering down at her with an unidentifiable expression on his face.

Sitting upright, Sol grabs a pillow and hugs it tightly. The pillow's squished between her chest and her knees as her arms wrap around her knees, holding them to her chest. Silence embraces them again. It's half awkward and half comfortable. Namjoon's staring at his phone, lyrics in front of him, trying to ignore the thought of Sol coming home to him and sitting beside him on the couch, talking about her day.

God, when Namjoon turn into such a fool for Sol?

"Here, share the blanket with me," Namjoon tells Sol, unwrapping the blanket around him.

Sol doesn't know what to say or how to act. Namjoon's willingly letting her cuddle up to him. Inhaling sharply, Sol scoots closer to Namjoon, letting him tuck the end of the blanket around them both. Sol finds herself staring up at Namjoon. He's so intangible in this harsh world. Sol's afraid that if she touches him, she'll get burned. His beauty is harsher than any otherworldy thing in existence. His sharp facial features, his warm smile, his stupid dimples that make Sol's heart race, the cute thing he does with his eyes. Sol wants to tuck her face into the curve of his neck, she wants to rest her head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat as she falls asleep. Sol so in love with Kim Namjoon. It's the kind of love Sol will die for.

She draws her eyes away from Namjoon and wriggles around, pulling out her phone and sending a few descriptive texts to Sena, which includes a variety of curse words Namjoon's never seen used in the context Sol's using them in. After scolding Sena, Sol pulls up Tik Tok. "Wanna watch them with me?" Sol asks Namjoon, holding her phone out. Namjoon shrugs, he'll do anything to keep Sol beside him.

Neither of them take note of the time as the minutes tick by. They're indulged in Tik Tok, sharing laughs or incredulous looks with each other, pointing out funny things in the videos, Namjoon watches Sol's cheeks burn as she quickly swipes past a Tik Tok of him. He wants to tell her to go back, but he's not sure Sol will be comfortable with him watching it, so he lets it go. Sol gets the alert her phone is on ten percent, so she get off Tik Tok, feeling more drained than ever.

As she yawns, Namjoon's transfixed by Sol, and once more, he's back in New York, staring at the lively girl as she stares up at the tall buildings around them. He thinks of Sol asking him why he was being nice to her - Namjoon didn't know at the time why, but he's sure he understands now. He was being nice to Sol because he was falling for her. Falling for Lee Sol, the only girl in the world who can make Namjoon's heart race and palms sweat. She's the only girl in the world Namjoon wants to impress. She's the only girl in the world Namjoon's a fool for.

"Sol," he says, gently and softly as he could.

Sol turns to look at him and time stops. They're closer than before. Namjoon can see every flaw in Sol but find a way to see the beauty in those flaws. Sol can see the harsh beauty stretching across Namjoon and her heart rate increases. Sol can't help it, her fingers drift across Namjoon's face, their chests rising and falling in sync. It was quiet in the living room, and for the first time, Sol's enjoying the quiet. It's just her and Namjoon. It's just her and her fingers tracing Namjoon's face delicately, making Namjoon's heart go wild.

"Sol," he says again, in that soft voice reserved for the one girl who turns him into a fool.

Now, they're closer.

Now, they're kissing.

Sol doesn't know who leaned in first, nor does she care. All that matters is that she's kissing Kim Namjoon, leader of BTS, the one man who drives her insane. From teaching her math to this. It's insane how the world works. This isn't Sol's first kiss, she's had lots of experience in kissing. (Jungkook was her first kiss - no surprises there). But, her kiss with Namjoon feels like the start of something new. The stupid rich people gala is coming up, the one Namjoon offered to accompany her too, and maybe this is just practice to really make her father believe they're in love with each other - but what if it's not for that? What if, this kiss is something much more? Something deeper? Sol's mind is haywire and the only thing keeping it sane is Namjoon.

Sol's hand cups Namjoon's face, while his hand rests on the back of Sol's neck, keeping her pressed against him. The blankets hold them close, chests pressed together. There's no room for error, no room for breathing. Sol doesn't want to let go, she doesn't want to pull away, she wants to stay in this moment forever.

Time begins again.

"Sol," Namjoon breaks away, he's staring at her, mesmerized.

"Don't," breathes Sol, pulling Namjoon back to her. They're kissing again, but this time it's more harsh and passionate, the blanket is discarded, the pillow Sol was once hugging was now on the floor. Skin on skin. An increase in heart rate. Mouths moving fervently. Sol's lost in it all. Time no longer exists in her world. It's just Sol and Namjoon. It's just their love for each other.

Love. Love. Love. Love. Everything hits Kim Namjoon at once. It's like a dumptruck. It's like a baseball bat whacking him on the head. He's being pulled underneath the tide of love. He's drowning, love anchoring him to the bottom. He can't escape this dark abyss of love. He's consumed now. It's too late for Kim Namjoon.

He's in love with Lee Sol, and there's nothing he can do about it.