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~Namjoon's POV~

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I couldn't sleep.

I have no idea why.

I just couldn't.

So the best thing to do was to get up and go to the library.

I could finish a book in the time I would waste if I stayed on the bed rolling around and waiting for sleep to come.

I tried to get out of the room as silently as I could, so I didn't accidentally wake up Jin Hyung or Tae.

I soon reached the library and switched on the lights.

I blindly took out a book without checking the title. I just wanted to read. If I start searching for titles I might end up reading titles all night.

"Let's see..." I muttered placing the book on the table, soon engrossed in it.

So engrossed, I was startled to death when I heard Y/N's voice.

"The hell are you going here."

Her words slurred together and I knew something was wrong.

My eyes caught the soju bottle in her hand.

Yep, definitely wrong.

I widened my eyes at the realization that I was confronting a drunk Y/N at 2 am at night. What if she tries to kill me for being annoying?

"You are looking like a choking koala please stop."

I didn't even say anything.

I opened my mouth to say something in return when she giggled.

Hold up.

Y/N giggled.

Oh, she is definitely drunk.

"Are you seriously drunk?" I asked in a whisper, not wanting to wake anyone up.

Probably too low because Y/N leaned in close to me to probably hear what I was saying.

And then she asked loudly.

"I didn't hear you-"

I had to clamp her mouth shut because I was pretty sure she had woken up every human in existence in a mile radius of her location.

"Why are you yelling it's 2 am!" I whisper-yelled at her.

"Asdfghjkl," Y/N said something but it was muffled.

And then she bit my hand.

"Ow!" I whisper-yelled again, trying to keep my screams of pain to myself.

What was she, a three-year-old?

Even drunk people won't bite people's hands!

And then she had the audacity to fucking laugh. Like seriously.

I glanced at the soju bottle in her hand. It was the main cause of everything. I pried it from her hands and she was too busy giggling to even notice it.

Y/N giggling was still very much unusual for me.

And now her slender hands were now squishing my cheeks for god-knows-what reason.

"You look like a baby koala!"

She giggled again and then paused in realization, looking at her hands and then frantically searching everywhere.

Probably she realized her bottle was missing.

"I have the bottle with me, how about I leave you in your room so you can party there?" I said trying to get her out of the library. She needed to sleep.

But that clumsy girl wanted the bottle first and made an off-mark swipe for it.

Obviously, she couldn't catch it and instead fell on me and I had to catch her by the waist so she didn't fall to the ground. And that ungrateful girl knocked her face into my chin, almost breaking a tooth.

"Ow!" I winced again.

And she freaking laughed.

I still had to get her to her own room.

"You won't get the bottle here, let's get to your room," I grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the room.

On our way out she turned on every switch she could find and soon all the fans and lights of the library were turned on.

I sighed and walked back to turn them off and took both of her hands in my hand to keep her from turning the switches on again.

For the first time, I noticed her hands were so small, both of them fit into mine.

As I was dragging her, she suddenly dropped to the ground.

Panicked, I turned to see if she fainted or what, but she was actually sitting on the floor.

I sighed heavily.

"I don't want to go to my room!"

Y/N pouted, looking up at me giving her most innocent face ever, and if I didn't know better I would have thought she was the most beautiful angel in the world.

"Then where will you go?" I asked exasperatedly.

She tilted her head to think for a moment.

"To the roof!"

Suddenly, she stood up excitedly, and now I was being dragged upstairs where I hadn't gone even once.

She pointed cutely to a corner where a mattress and lots of plants were kept, and then she ran over to turn on a set of fairy lights that were arranged all around in a circle.

She sat down on the mattress obediently.

"Sit down," She patted the seat beside her.

I shook my head, debating on whether should I sit beside her and risk her killing me tomorrow because I sat near her, or stand here in the corner politely declining her request-

I didn't have the time to decide when Y/N pulled me down to sit.

"Why?" Y/N asked, and I didn't know if I was supposed to answer or not.

Then like a teacher teaching kindergarten kids, she took the soju bottle from my hands and scolded me lightly.

"Now give that to me you are too young for it," I rolled my eyes at her statement because we both were the same age anyways.

I heard her cry of excitement and then her finger poked my cheek.

"You have dimples!"

I felt my cheeks getting warm at the touch.

"You saw them just now?" I brushed off the comment with a laugh.

"Of course not!" She defended herself, taking another swig from the bottle. "I have always seen them, you smile very often."

I looked at her face, giggling at stupid things.

"Why are you drinking?" I asked her.

She shrugged.

"Because I want to."

And then didn't speak anything for a long time. I grew concerned, did I upset her?

"What happened, why are you so quiet?" I asked her in a whisper.

"There's nothing to say," She whispered back, staring wistfully ahead.

"You can tell me...if you want to," I offered.

I didn't know why I said that. Maybe because she looked like she really needed to talk, or maybe I was drunk too.

Y/N turned to look at me.

"I'm so jealous of you."

I widened my eyes.

"Why?" I asked.

She pursed her lips.

"Your life is so fucking perfect. Loving brothers, university, a normal family. Not like me who can't do one thing straight and creates problems as I even breathe. Why do I even bother anymore when whatever I do I can never be at peace like you did...before I came into your life, anyways," She said, and for the first time I saw a different side of Y/N.

One who wasn't an intimidating and strong Mafia, but just a normal 22-year-old who wanted a normal life.

"And then if I never kidnapped you, you would still be in university living a happy life. After everything is over, you will still go back to university to live a happy life. Your life will be happy in the end, no matter what."

The words broke my heart because I could see the longing in her eyes as she said them.

"But me? I would have someone else after me. My brother hates me and is on a killing spree for my whole family for god-knows-what reason. Either he dies or I die. Assuming I live, There will constantly be someone who will be on a mission to kill me."

I looked ahead, listening to her words. I couldn't even imagine Jin Hyung or Tae being upset with me, what might Y/N be feeling?

"I really wanted to go to university, you know? But it's all a useless dream now that will never come true."

The bottle rolled away from them as Y/N pushed it away.

"I don't think my life is perfect," I said suddenly.

"And why is that?" Her breath hit my neck as she whispered those words.

I felt her eyes on me as I continued.

"I don't think seeing your mother get tortured in front of your eyes and not being able to do anything about it makes your life normal. Everyone has their own traumas. No one's life is perfect. And if someone does claim their life is perfect, they are a liar." I said, feeling anger seep into my tone.

I heard her laugh a little humourlessly.

"Dude, that shit is crazy," she said, much to my surprise. "Have some of my get-through-every-shit energy."

And then leaned her head on my shoulder.

I stiffened under her touch.

"Chill, I don't bite..." She whispered staying in that position.

I didn't move, staying like that, feeling a bit lighter after venting to Y/N.

Something I would have thought impossible three months ago.

For now, I just gazed at the stars, feeling the cold breeze flow around.

Is this what heaven is?

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