I opened my eyes, stretching out. Namjoon was gone, the spot he had been in empty and cold. I sighed and stood, dizziness overcoming me. I walked to the kitchen, yawning. 

"Hey Tae. Where's the boys?" I asked the only person I could find.

"All at practice..." he sighed and looked at his twisted ankle.

"Sad." I reached into the fridge for a beer.

"Nuh huh," Namjoon said from behind me. I spun around.

"Aren't you supposed to be at practice?!" I asked, confused.

"I get to stay home and take care of you. Tae has to do some stuff." He told me, stepping forward and taking my beer. I glared at his smooth smile, angry. He made a strange face at me, making me laugh. He smiled wider, and I reached up and poked his dimple.

"Hey! That tickles!!" He cried, backing away.

"Bye freaks!" Taehyung burst outside, slamming the door with a laugh. I turned back to Namjoon.

"I'm bored." I told him, stepping forward for a hug. He held me in his embrace and swayed back and forth calmly.

"Want to watch a movie?" He mumbled into my hair. I nodded and he half dragged me to the living room. I grabbed a blanket and covered us as he grabbed the remote. 

" What genre?" He asked, ever the gentleman.

"I don't care. Horror, maybe." I snuggled into his side, cold. 

"Hmmm... American Horror Story?" 

"Yes." 

He started the movie, smiling at me. 

After ten minutes, the action started and I screamed. Namjoon grabbed my hand, laughing lightly. After a while, it ended and I was still terrified. 

"Wow." 

"That was.... interesting." Namjoon laughed.

"Joonie!!" I smacked this arm, mad.

"Don't be sour, I'm sorry." He smiled and chose a romance film. 

We watched with distracted interest. I couldn't stop looking over to him. He smiled at the tv, watching with a close view. Once, while I was staring at him, he turned and looked at me. Both our heads shot to the screen, tinting pink.

'Whats wrong with you, this is your best friend!!' I told myself to calm down, but something had shifted during the horror movie. 

I took his hand and pulled it, intending to say something funny, but as soon as his eyes met mine I couldn't think.

"Your eyes are like chocolate." I mumbled, not thinking.

"Yours are like the morning sky." He whispered, leaning closer. I stared at his plump lips, my breathing hitched.

"Namjoon?"

"Yes?" He leaned in closer, tilting his head. His warm minty breath fanned over my neck.

"I-" I didn't finish my sentence, leaning close enough to softly kiss him. He deepened the kiss, putting a soft hand against my neck. We pulled apart, shocked.

"I'm sorry." He said, turning away.

"Don't be. I- I liked it." I looked down, embarrassed by my confession. A soft finger took my chin, turning me to him.

"Did you?" 

"Yes." I mumbled, closing my eyes to escape his. It was childish, but I had to.

"Open your eyes, Harley. Are you embarrassed to like me?" My eyes flew open with the sadness in his voice. 

"No!! I just- it's just- I'm just scared of rejection." I sighed.

"Well, I like you a lot." He said.

"Kiss me." 

"What?"

"Stop being awkward and kiss me, Monie!!" 

He did, smashing his lips against mine and mouthing voiceless words. 

I brought both my hands to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. He took my cheek and back into his capable hands. I burrowed one of my hands in his thick hair, pushing him back. He fell back willingly, and I leaned over him. I pulled away for air and he attacked my neck with aggression. His shirt came off only a moment later, falling to the ground as my fingers traced his muscular chest. I pulled away and lay next to him, yawning and pulling the blanket over us.

"I'm tired." I told him. So he held me close on the couch and let me nap in his arms.

I awoke around midnight when I heard a gasp. Jin was standing in front of us, looking shocked.

"Its not what it looks like!" I said hurriedly.

"Don't lie Harley, I can see the hickey on your neck from a mile away. I'm glad!! Finally you guys smash! Oh! I win five buck!! YOONGI!! GET IN HERE!!"

"We didn't smash!!" I cried, waking up Namjoon.

"What's going on?" Yoongi strolled in, freezing at the sight of me and Joonie. "WHY COULDN'T YOU HAVE SMASHED IN THE KITCHEN?! Now I owe Jin 5 dollars!!" He cried, causing every other boy to come running. 

They all sighed. 

"We all owe Jin five dollars!!" They cried. 

"We didn't smash!" Namjoon practically yelled. 

"What?"  

"We just kissed!" I grabbed Namjoon's shirt off the ground and threw it at Jungkook. 

"How could you make bets on where we would smash?" Namjoon laughed.

"Well, Jungkook said you guys would smash in your room, but I guessed the kitchen, and Jin said living room, Hobi said hallway, Tae said pantry and Jimin said shower." Yoongi explained.

I burrowed my face into the blanket, embarrassed.