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It’s morning. And Namjoon hates how he is nearly blind when he first wakes up. But he’s nearly late for breakfast and Kim Namjoon never misses out on a meal. He’s fumbling to fix his tie, his hair, his glasses all on his way to the Great Hall.

It’s a daily occurrence, forgetting to tie his shoes that is. Before he knew it, his foot had stepped on a lace and he gasped when he began to lean forward. He would’ve toppled over a Ravenclaw if it wasn’t for another Gryffindor that grabbed a fist full of his robe and hauled him back upright.

“You good, Namjoon?” He heard over the sound of the beats of his heart, his breath catching in his throat as he stared at the Ravenclaw girl before him. What was with her? Why did it feel like his chest was on fire?

He was being pulled away from her and he swallowed. “Yeah,” He muttered, glancing over his shoulder at her. “hey... who was that girl? What’s her name?” He had to know.

“Oh, her? That’s Valeria, she’s a Ravenclaw.”

If you couldn’t find him in the Great Hall, you could find him in the library with papers scattered around him and books towering over him. That’s where he saw her, hair a mess and fingers massaging against her temples. She looked like she-

“Need a hand?” Namjoon beamed, bending to look over the papers that littered the table. The green and silver rang out to him, so a Slytherin girl huh? No matter the house, Namjoon was always happy to help. Especially when it came to studying.

“Huh?” Was all he got from her.

“That’s an easy topic! Never fear, friend! I’ll make sure you get the best score on this as possible!”

Why was his knees shaking? Why was his palms sweating? He had a feeling that if he ran into that wall, his chest would smash into the handle of his cart and his glasses would fall and break.

“Go on then, love,” He heard his mother say, giving his shoulder and gentle and reassuring squeeze. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.” Okay, that helped a little. He nodded slowly, swallowing the nerves that twisted in his throat. His legs moved for him and he huffed, sprinting straight for that menacing wall. 

His eyes screwed shut and he nearly tripped over his untied shoe laces when he went right through the wall. 

What is love? Love is just that; love. 

It’s a word everyone understands without having to explain it, it’s an emotion that everyone is capable of feeling. Whether or not you decide to close yourself off to it or you’re willingly waiting for it to come to you, it’ll always be around. 

Love doesn’t hurt — pain does, loneliness does, not-so-smart actions do, but not love. Love is one of the few things in this world that isn’t scary — or at least, shouldn’t be scary. It’s something that everyone should look forward to experiencing, for the first time or again.