ONESHOTS

Character: Namjoon and Yn

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The school hallways buzzed with the usual morning chatter. Kim Namjoon walked with his friends, wearing his signature smirk. His eyes scanned the crowd, finally landing on Y/N, who was sitting by herself, head resting on her folded arms. She looked paler than usual, but Namjoon dismissed it, thinking it was just another day to get her attention.

"Hey, Y/N!" Namjoon called out, walking over with a swagger that made his friends laugh. "Sleeping already? It's not even first period yet."

Y/N lifted her head weakly, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. "Leave me alone, Namjoon," she murmured, too tired to put up her usual fight.

Namjoon frowned slightly, noticing her lack of spirit. It wasn’t like her to be this subdued. “What’s up with you today?” he asked, a hint of genuine concern slipping into his voice.

“Just... not feeling well,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Namjoon’s friends nudged him, urging him to continue his usual teasing, but something in Y/N’s eyes made him stop. “Alright, just... don’t pass out or something,” he said awkwardly before walking away.

The first few classes passed uneventfully, but Namjoon’s thoughts kept drifting back to Y/N. When lunch came around, he saw her again, sitting alone and barely touching her food. His stomach twisted with unease, but he pushed it aside, pretending not to care.

By the time their shared class began, Y/N looked worse. She struggled to stay awake, her head drooping dangerously. Namjoon kept glancing at her, unable to focus on the lesson. Suddenly, Y/N swayed in her seat and collapsed onto her desk, unconscious.

The room erupted in panic, but Namjoon didn’t waste a second. He jumped out of his seat and rushed to her side, gently lifting her into his arms. “Move! I’m taking her to the medical room!” he shouted, his voice full of authority.

Carrying Y/N, Namjoon hurried through the corridors, his heart pounding. He kicked open the door to the medical room, startling the nurse. “She fainted,” he explained quickly. “Please, help her.”

The nurse took over, checking Y/N’s vitals and laying her on a bed. Namjoon hovered nearby, anxiety etched on his face. “She’ll be okay,” the nurse assured him. “She just needs rest.”

Namjoon let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He watched over Y/N, feeling a mix of guilt and worry. When she finally stirred, opening her eyes slowly, Namjoon was by her side.

“Hey,” he said softly, a stark contrast to his usuademeanouror. “How are you feeling?”

Y/N blinked up at him, confusion and surprise mingling in her gaze. “Namjoon? What... what happened?”

“You fainted,” he explained. “You shouldn’t have come to school if you were this sick.”

“I didn’t want to miss any more classes,” she mumbled, looking away. “I didn’t think it was that bad.”

Namjoon sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I know I give you a hard time, but... I didn’t mean to make things worse for you. I just... I didn’t know how else to get your attention.”

Y/N stared at him, taken aback by his confession. “You bully me because you want my attention?”

“Yeah,” he admitted, looking genuinely regretful. “I know it was stupid, and I’m sorry.”

Y/N was silent for a moment, then gave a small smile. “Maybe next time, just try talking to me.”

Namjoon chuckled softly. “Deal. But for now, just rest. I’ll make sure you get home safely.”

As Y/N closed her eyes again, Namjoon stayed by her side, realizing that he’d have to change his ways if he ever wanted a chance to make things right between them.

The nurse insisted on calling Y/N’s parents and informing them of what had happened. Meanwhile, Namjoon remained by Y/N’s side, his usual bravado replaced with genuine concern. He kept glancing at her, checking if she was comfortable or needed anything.

As the day went on, Y/N slowly regained her strength. When her parents arrived, they were surprised to find Namjoon there, sitting vigilantly next to their daughter.

"Thank you for taking care of her," Y/N’s mother said, her eyes softening at Namjoon’s unexpected kindness.

"It’s the least I could do," Namjoon replied, his voice sincere.

Once Y/N’s parents helped her up, Namjoon walked with them to their car. Before they left, Y/N turned to him, her eyes filled with gratitude and something else he couldn’t quite place.

"Thank you, Namjoon," she said softly. "For everything."

Namjoon smiled, feeling a warmth he wasn’t used to. "Anytime, Y/N. Get better soon."

As Y/N’s car drove away, Namjoon stood there for a moment, watching it disappear. He knew he had a lot to make up for, but for the first time, he felt like he was on the right path.

The next day at school, Y/N wasn’t there, but Namjoon didn’t feel like his usual self. He found it hard to concentrate, his thoughts constantly drifting to how she was doing. His friends noticed the change in him, teasing him about his sudden silence.

By the end of the week, Y/N returned to school. She looked healthier, a slight blush on her cheeks as she walked through the corridors. When Namjoon saw her, he felt a surge of relief and something else—determination.

During lunch, he approached her table, where she was sitting alone, as usual. He hesitated for a moment, then sat down across from her. Y/N looked up, surprised but not unwelcoming.

"Hey," he said, trying to keep his voice casual. "How are you feeling?"

"Much better, thanks," she replied, a small smile playing on her lips.

They sat in a comfortable silence for a moment before Namjoon spoke again. "I was thinking... maybe we could start over? You know, be friends?"

Y/N considered him for a moment, then nodded. "I’d like that."

From that day on, Namjoon made a conscious effort to change his ways. He no longer teased Y/N, instead opting to spend time with her, getting to know the real her. They found they had more in common than they’d realized, and a genuine friendship began to blossom.

As the weeks turned into months, their bond grew stronger. Namjoon discovered that he enjoyed making Y/N laugh, and she found comfort in his presence. Their classmates noticed the change, some whispering about the unlikely friendship, but neither of them cared.

One afternoon, as they sat under a tree in the school courtyard, Namjoon turned to Y/N, a serious expression on his face. "You know, I never apologized properly for all the times I was a jerk to you."

Y/N smiled softly, placing her hand on his. "You’ve more than made up for it, Namjoon. Besides, we all make mistakes. What matters is that you’ve changed."

Namjoon squeezed her hand, feeling a warmth spread through him. "Thank you, Y/N. For giving me a chance."

Y/N looked at him, her eyes shining with a mixture of emotions. "I’m glad I did."

As they sat there, under the tree, Namjoon realized that what had started as a foolish attempt to get Y/N’s attention had turned into something far more meaningful. He vowed to never take her for granted again and to cherish the friendship they had built—hoping, one day, it might become something even more.

THE END...💜

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