Summary: You and Namjoon are a young, aspiring musical duo. Deciding to chase your dreams, you give up everything for the sake of music. But in your world of uncertainty, there will always be one constant: Namjoon.
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Namjoon slid into the seat beside you, his large body taking up most of the space surrounding your shared desk. His long legs bumped clumsily against yours as he tried to to reposition himself.
“Y/N, have you checked our SoundCloud lately?” Namjoon asked excitedly, a huge grin illuminating his face.
“No I haven’t,” you replied absentmindedly, placing your notebook and pencil case in front of you. It made you look studious, but the pages were filled with lyrics instead of notes. “Did something happen?”
“Yes!” Namjoon practically screamed. The handful of students who had also arrived early glared at your friend in annoyance. “This guy, Suga, reposted our cover of Empire State of Mind! He’s got like, 30k followers. It’s crazy–some of his followers are starting to follow us, too.”
“That’s awesome!” you grinned. “Did he comment, too?”
“Nah,” Namjoon replied, sounding a little bit disappointed. “But he did follow us, so there’s that!”
The bell rang, and like the rest of the class, you and Namjoon fell silent. Even though the two of you dreamt of becoming hip-hop musicians, you were still trying to do well in school (if not for yourselves, then for your parents).
You and Namjoon sat quietly on the park bench, watching the sun set in a display of bright pinks, reds, and purples. You had a frozen lemonade in hand, and Namjoon was drinking an iced tea.
“You know, we’re going to have to tell our parents soon,” Namjoon spoke suddenly, although his voice was soft. “They’re going to figure something’s up when we reject our uni acceptances.”
“My parents are going to be so pissed,” you groaned, slouching back into the bench. “I don’t think they’ll ever support me.”
“Even if they don’t, will you still come with me?” Namjoon asked, turning to look at you, his eyes searching and unguarded.
“Why are you even asking that?” you whined, elbowing your friend in the arm. He grunted in pain. You continued more seriously, “Of course I’m going with you. After all, we already bought the tickets!”
Namjoon laughed at that. Indeed, a one-way train ticket to Seoul was hidden under your mattress. Every night, you uncovered it just to imagine your future. You were risking everything to pursue music, but somehow, you believed it would all turn out just fine.
“Yeah, it was a stupid question,” Namjoon smiled. “It’s you and me against the world, huh?”
Then, he interlaced his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand comfortingly. Neither of you said anything about that, because it was something that just felt right.
You and Namjoon stood on the train platform, your hands clasped together despite the stickiness of the humid, summer day. Namjoon’s grip grew increasingly tight as the departure time neared. Your luggage had already been stowed away, and the reality of everything you were about to do had suddenly come crashing down.
It felt like years had passed since that one evening in the park you and Namjoon had spent together. Both of you eventually gathered the courage to confess to your parents. Namjoon’s accepted his decision, albeit with some difficulty.
Yours, on the other hand, were not so kind. Your mother and father refused to attend your graduation. Only your older brother showed up.
In the distance, you could hear the sound of an incoming train growing louder and louder. Soon, it appeared on the tracks, speeding towards the platform. Your heart pounded loudly in your chest, and the sound of it was deafening.
“Are you ready?” Namjoon asked quietly, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. When you looked up at him, he smiled gently.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you said, inhaling shakily.
The train appeared in front of you, the wind blowing your hair in all directions. The breaks squealed as the train rolled to a stop. Sharing one last look with Namjoon, the two of you boarded the train as soon as the doors opened.
You found your seats quite quickly, settling into them in silence. The empty spots around you began to fill as the other passengers filed into your cabin. You could hear the doors click shut, and it sounded like finality.
At that sharp sound, your facade of normalcy crumbled.
You turned to Namjoon with watering eyes.
“Joonie, I’m scared,” you whispered, your chin trembling. He looked down at you, alarmed, his eyes widening. “I’m giving up everything. What if things don’t work out?”
“Hey, hey. Shh,” Namjoon said, cupping your jaw with his hand. He wiped away the few tears that cascaded down your cheeks. “I know it’s hard–believe me, this wasn’t an easy decision for me either. But I would rather say I tried and failed than say I gave up from the start. I wouldn’t want to live the rest of my life wondering ‘what if?’”
The train lurched forward, and you sniffled, leaning further into Namjoon’s comforting touch.
“And you didn’t give up everything. You still have me. It’s you and me, forever. No matter what–I promise,” Namjoon said, stroking his thumb against the side of your jaw in slow, soothing circles. “Okay?”
“Okay,” you agreed, your voice a mere whisper. But Namjoon heard you loud and clear. “Forever.”
Then, Namjoon leaned forwards. His lips brushed against yours in a chaste kiss. Just as quickly as he had kissed you, Namjoon sat back. You watched the landscape of your hometown fade away as the train barrelled forwards. You said nothing–you only felt. And in that moment, with Namjoon pressed securely against your side, everything felt right.
- Girl in Luv
Hi everyone! Thanks to @human-e-r-r-o-r who requested this. I know you asked for a Part 2, but I really was satisfied with the way I Guess We Changed ended. It’s actually my favourite story, and I’m like really invested in that storyline. So I hope you enjoyed this prologue, and that it gave you all more insight into the relationship between the reader and Namjoon! Thanks for reading!