I stared up at him silently as he took another step into my bedroom.

"Are these..." he began while reaching out to a dangling charm on the wall beside him. "Charms?" Namjoon mumbled.

My room was covered with them. They were my only decoration since my mother didn't allow anything else, well I guessed that she wouldn't allow anything else. I had made every single charm in my room and each had a different meaning and cause, making every single charm important to me.

This was my safe space, this was the only spot where I could relax in the entire world and Namjoon, a person I barely knew, had just barged in.

"How many are there?" He asked quietly.

"Around 400," I responded.

"Woah," he whispered, beginning to chuckle. "That's crazy."

I stared up at him silently, unsure what he was saying.

"I'm sorry, let me rephrase that," Namjoon mumbled with a devilish grin. "You're crazy."

I'm crazy?

"This is the weirdest thing I have ever seen," he stated while pulling a charm in front of him off of its string.

I gasped quietly I heard the soft snap of it breaking.

"I mean," Namjoon continued. I could feel tears welling in my eyes as I silently watched him. "I have seen people hoard pets and plants."

Namjoon turned around to face me before speaking. "But charms are just so useless I don't understand-"

Tears had fallen by the time Namjoon had turned around to face me.

"Y/n," he whispered softly, probably realising what he had done. "Are you alright?"

Namjoon reached out to touch my shoulder but I instantly stepped away from him.

"G-get out," I ordered quietly while wiping my face with my sleeve.

"I didn't-"

"L-leave!"

Namjoon placed the broken charm on my desk before making his way out of my bedroom. I stared silently in the direction that Namjoon once stood. Through my bedroom window, I watched as he took one last look at my house before running down the street.

My eyes slowly drifted down to the charm to see which one he broke.

Safety.

As I stepped outside of my bedroom, my eyes met my mother, who was staring out a window.

She probably watched as Namjoon left.

-=+=-

There's no way I'm even letting him even make eye contact with me today.

I had been extra nervous all morning because of the loss of that charm.

Quickly, I shuffled through the hall, watching everyone's shoes pass by as I travelled to my first class.

Maths.

-=+=-

My eyes slowly drifted up to my teacher, who was standing in front of my desk.

"Homework?" He asked with his hand extended out, patiently waiting for me to hand him the work.

"I-I" I stuttered trying to tell him that I didn't do it. Unfortunately, I couldn't get the words out.

My teacher rolled his eyes before continuing onto the next person behind me.

This is your fault, Namjoon, I'm going to have a detention because of you.

"That's it!" My teacher announced while writing something on the whiteboard in front of us. "I'm happy that most of the class completed their homework."

Now he's just rubbing it in.

"Namjoon and y/n," you'll be staying behind for me.

Are you kidding me?!

I looked across the room at Namjoon, expecting his smug face to be looking at mine, but was surprised that it held something else. Namjoon was staring down at his desk silently with a look of guilt in his eyes.

"Sir," Namjoon called out while standing up from his desk.

Our teacher slowly turned around to face him.

"It was my fault y/n didn't do her homework, don't blame her," Namjoon explained. I quickly buried my face in my hands as soon as I heard my name.

"That's cute," our teacher stated in a monotone voice. "Next time raise your hand before speaking, though."

Thanks, Namjoon.

-=+=-

"Y/n," Namjoon called while entering the room.

How am I going to put up with him for an hour?

I stayed silent, staring down at my desk.

"I'm sorry about yesterday, I didn't realise your charms meant so much to you," he explained while pulling a chair around in front of my desk to sit on.

I nodded softly, continuing to stare at my desk, hoping he'd leave me alone if I agreed with him.

"I-" Namjoon began pulling something out of his bag, but it wasn't in my field of vision.

"I made this," he mumbled softly. "I hope it can make up for the damage."

There's no way I'm looking at him.

Suddenly, Namjoon grabbed my hand and placed the item in it, right on top of my desk where I was staring. I felt my fingers tremble under his touch, soon my whole arm began shaking.

Why isn't he letting go of me?

"You're shaking, y/n," Namjoon gasped.

"W-why aren't you letting go?" Namjoon's hand was still on mine, covering the item that he gave me.

"I'm waiting until you stop," he stated quietly.

"I-I'll stop if you let go," I reassured. I could feel my arm getting tired from quivering.

"No," he whispered. "Just relax."

"H-how am I m-meant to relax if-"

"Y/n," Namjoon grumbled, cutting me off. "Stop tensing your shoulders."

I tried stopping, but couldn't.

"I-I c-can't,"

"Yes you can," he assured in a shoothing tone. I closed my eyes and let go. A wave of relief fell over me as I felt my shoulders and arm finally relax.

I smiled to myself softly before opening my eyes. The first thing I saw was Namjoon's hand in mine, which sent me to lock up again and continue shaking.

"It's okay," he whispered quietly. "Try again."

I stared down at our hands once more while loosening my upper body. Slowly, my shaking stopped and my arm was relaxed.

My eyes drifted up to Namjoon's face, which was closer than expected. I couldn't help but smile.

"You did it," he celebrated with a bright grin. I nodded softly in response. Namjoon slowly let go of my hand, revealing the small item he made for me.

A poorly crafted charm sat in my palm. It looked like he put a lot of effort into it, but it didn't turn out to be that amazing. Slowly, I began reading what type of charm it was.

Relaxation.