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Namjoon: Confession

Word Count: 990
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader
Summary: The first of a mini series I’ve started, creating small scenarios for each member, revolving around their love confessions for you! I hope you enjoy it, send feedback or requests my way here!

Taehyung | Hoseok | Jin | Yoongi | Jungkook | Namjoon | Jimin

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“It’s just… You can feel so alone in big cities; you just get so easily lost.”

“Ah, particularly with your height, yeah?”

His shoulder knocked sideways into yours before his raised his beer, initiating a cheer. You rolled your eyes at him as a smile involuntarily sneaked up on your lips before you took a hesitant sip.

“Oh, come on, Joonie. Don’t tell me there’s not something comforting about the familiarity of a small town.”

The two of you were sitting on top of the roof of their building, drinking as you watched the Seoul skyline. His cocky smile faded as his face straightened, his eyes remaining on the buildings beneath you. His long legs were dangling off the side of the buildings, his arms resting on the fence pole that justified two drunken young adults sitting on the edge of a tall building.

“I don’t know, Summer.” he shrugged, “There’s something comforting in the anonymity of a big city as well. Unless you’re in my particular situation, it’s so easy to find time for yourself here.”

You frowned as you pondered, taking another sip from your beer. Summer wasn’t even your name, you know? He had called you that since you met that summer in the park, when you clumsily stumbled and spilled your lemonade all over your dress. He rushed to you, forcefully fighting off a stubborn smile as he assured himself that you were okay. The rest was history, the only thing important thing being that you smelled like summer to him and that stuck for the time being. You had been best friends ever since, him helping and guiding you through various obstacles in life. He had been your rock for a year now, the two of you celebrating your one-year anniversary on a rooftop with shared drinks.

“But you’re not in that situation” your brows furrowed with frustration, “there’s no anonymity for you here. Don’t you miss the golden pre-debut times in your little neighborhood and everything that was comfortable?”

He almost choked on his beer as you finished your sentence, his eyes widening with shock and disagreement. He chuckled lightly before licking his lips, his eyes now binding with yours.

“Oh, Summer, your naive demeanor never fails to surprise me. You didn’t want to know me before my debut, trust me on this one, yeah?”

His smile grew larger as your eyes grew even larger with confusion, your innocence fascinating to him.

“But I don’t know… I don’t really feel alone that often. Do you feel alone?” his brows furrowed with worry as he looked at you, your eyes now fixated on your knees.

“Oh, it happens, Joonie. I don’t have a lot of other people but you. I left my family as a doe-eyed teenager, thinking that there was only joy and glory to be found in the big cities. However, it seems that not all that glitters is gold.” your voice grew quiet towards the end, making you seem very small.

“Do you ever regret it?” his eyes carried a sadness along with hesitance, a fear in his voice that he didn’t want to hear the answer.

You looked at him, a pause as your eyes met before you broke out a smile.

“Of course not, Joonie! Otherwise I wouldn’t have met you.”

He smiled timidly, unsure if you knew what effect you had on him. He had helped you through a lot of breakups and picked you up from lousy dates, making him too shy to ever try to flirt with you. He thought it was better if he just remained a good friend to you.

“You know, I have to admit…” he shifted slightly, his face showing a discomfort, “You’re a key ingredient to not feeling alone.”

“How so?” you fluttered.

“You’re just always my source of happiness. Even on the days I don’t see you, I don’t have to do much else but remind myself of that confused, Bambi-legged girl in the park, spilling her lemonade all over her dress as she cursed to herself.” he broke eye contact, taking a larger sip of his beer as he felt his involuntary confession approaching. His palms were sweaty, fearing that he had already crossed a line with you.

You smiled shyly, a blush apparent on your cheeks.

“Have you ever been in love?” you asked courageously, smiling as you gazed into his Coca-Cola colored eyes. He blushed, his face straightening with fear.

“I think I have been for a while now…” he smiled back as he tested the waters. Love was diffusing in the air, a part of you unsure if it was the alcohol painting a picture for you.

“With who, may I ask?”

“Some ridiculous girl, it doesn’t matter.” he chuckled cockily, pushing you away teasingly.

“Who is it?” you asked, obliviously.

“A dork I met last summer in a yellow dress.” he replied, his voice growing more careful with each surpassing word.

“Joonie…”

“Ah, don’t say it.” he smiled as he anticipated your rejection, “I’ve helped you through enough relationships to know that you’ve never had interest in me. I get to watch you and hear you laugh, that’s fine for me, really.”

You looked at him confusedly, a hurt painted in his eyes. It was then that you reached your hand out to him, putting the other hand around his neck as you pulled him in for a kiss. It was careful, your lips only just caressing each other before he realized what had happened and the kiss deepened.

“Why’d you do that?” he muttered against your lips, your faces only an inch away from each other.

“Because I’m in love with you, too, idiot.” you smiled against his lips before you engulfed his lips again.

His courage grew with time, his hands travelling to your waist and then to your hair as his tongue danced with yours. He tasted like beer. You tasted like summer.

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How much is too much?

“I’m managing a beer pub, and slowly alcohol has started to feel really scary. I feel guilty when I see how much alcohol changes people. I feel like I’m doing something bad to that person. The people are all good; it’s the alcohol that’s quite scary. It’s ironic of me to say this, but I hope people only drink enough alcohol that still allows them to get home safely.”

“저는 맥주집을 운영하고 있는데 점점 술이 정말 무섭다는 걸 느껴요. 술 때문에 변하는 사람들 보면 회의감도 들어요. 내가 저 사람한테 나쁜 짓을 한 것 같거든요. 사람들은 정말 다 좋은데 술이 참 무서운 것 같아요. 제가 이런 말 하기엔 아이러니하지만 사람들이 집에는 잘 들어갈 수 있을 정도로만 마셨으면 좋겠어요.”

“(Left) When I was in high school things were so intense starting from my first class all the way through my evening independent study time. However, now that I’m a university student my classes end early, so if someone says, ‘hey, let’s go grab a drink’ we all go out right away. Since I live in the dorm I got out every day drinking until 5 in the morning.”
“(Right) Hey…She’s been my friend since elementary school. She wasn’t always like this. Even when she was in elementary school she wasn’t like this…”
“(Left) This is college!”

“(왼쪽) 고등학생 때는 1교시부터 야간자습까지 엄청 빡빡하잖아요. 근데 대학생이 되고 수업도 일찍 끝나니까 그냥 ‘야 얘들아 술 먹자’이러면 바로 나가서 술 먹고 그래요. 기숙사에 사니까 맨날 새벽 다섯시까지 술마시기도 하고요.”
“(오른쪽) 친구야… 제가 초등학생 때부터 아는 친구인데, 얘가 원래 이런 애가 아니었어요. 초등학교 때도 이러진 않았는데…”
“(왼쪽) 이게 대학이야!”