freckles

* chapter eighty six *

"Good morning Princess." Hoseok greeted Claudette after she put the call on speakerphone.

"Good morning Hobi." She smiled widely, going back to putting the product in her hair.

"How are you My Dear?" He asked, jogging on the treadmill at BigHit.

"I'm really good!" Claudette replied with actual happiness in her voice. "And you?"

"Perfect." Hoseok smiled. "How's Namjoon?"

"He's good." Claudette nodded, fixing her hair, the product all in. "We had cereal for breakfast and coffee. He's with a bottle of water right now and I told him to drink it all, so I'm sure he will."

"Have you talked about the job thing yet?" Hoseok asked, Claudette looking at her hair.

"Not yet." She fluffed it a bit more. "But I have a plan, don't worry."

"Alright Honey, but if you need anything, call me, okay?" Hoseok breathed out, smiling at her confidence.

"I will! Have a good day at work Love!"

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"Claud, shouldn't we talk-" Namjoon tried as Claudette pulled him by his hand to the storage room.

"Nope!" She smiled and picked up a scoop and pointed to the bag of birdseed. "Do you mind helping me?"

Namjoon smiled softly, letting go of her hand, and picked up the bag of birdseed. "Alright, let's go see your friends."

"Oh you're right, they're my only friends." Claudette covered her mouth while they walked outside. "At least I have some friends."

'When I was younger, I got friends through my .. job.' Namjoon thought, quickly growing sad, following Claudette in the grass. 'Oh.'

"Right here is good." Claudette stopped, waiting for Namjoon to set the bag on the ground. "Joon?" She waved her hand in front of his face, Namjoon snapping out of his head. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I was just thinking." He sat the bag down and opened it up for her.

"What were you thinking about?" She made conversation as she scooped the birdfeed up.

'A way to get you friends.'

"Nothing important. Uhm what's your favorite color?" Namjoon changed the topic, but quickly realized she might've gotten the wrong idea. "T-the favorite color thing is not what isn't important I was just changing the conversation your favorite color is important it-"

"I know what you meant Joonie." Claudette smiled, the sun lighting her whole body up. Her curls glowed underneath the natural light, her freckles sparkling, green eyes twinkling with specks of gold. Her lips were a perfect shade of pink, so addictive if you weren't careful.

Namjoon fell in love all over again.

"Thank you." She kissed his cheek. "That bag is so heavy and my noodle arms said 'no.'" She twirled in a circle, Namjoon picking up the bag, his brain processing everything.

'Why does she smell so good? Why are her lips so soft? Wait come back I want another kiss. Wait wait wait can I hug you? Are we okay can I spin you in a circle. Wait a minute she likes romantic stuff wait WaIT WAIT IDEA IDEA IDEA WE HAVE AN IDEA GO GO GO.'

Namjoon dropped the bag of birdseed and bowed to Claudette, Claudette staring with wide eyes. He held out his hand with a smile. "May I have this dance?"

She blinked, a smile slowly blossoming on her face. Claudette tossed her scoop away and placed her hand in his. "Yes you may." She giggled once he kissed her hand. "I do have to say," She allowed Namjoon to pull her close. "I don't know how to dance."