Love You Too Much

Chapter 4

By the time you got back to your hotel room you were floating on air. His driver had picked you
both up from the park shortly after your kiss. You had wanted to get a taxi, but he refused, saying it
was way too late for you to be travelling alone. Sensing there was no point in trying to argue with
him, you’d accepted, glad to have a little more time with him. Your friend had yet to return from
her evening’s exploits, so you would have to wait until the next day to comb through every detail
of your night with her. You slip out of your heels, glad to be on flat ground again, and go into the
bathroom to remove your makeup. Lipstick was smeared around your mouth and the back of your
hair stood at an odd angle in places from where he had grabbed at it to pull you closer. You looked
a mess but couldn’t bring yourself to care. It was the most amazing night of your life.
Walking back into the bedroom and putting your phone on charge, you were pleasantly surprised to
already have a text from Namjoon, well texts:
N <3: I really enjoyed tonight y/n
N <3: like really enjoyed, the best time I’ve had in a while
N <3: I need to see you again before I leave
N <3: I know you’re supposed to go home tomorrow, but maybe you could come with us instead?
N <3: we have another concert nearby tomorrow night.
N <3: please, say you’ll come.
You’re sure you are smiling like an idiot. Your heart swells as you read and reread the texts. You
were supposed to be back at work, but how often do you get to go to BTS concerts (let alone as one
of the members dates).
Y: I have to go to work I might get fired if I don’t
You’re teasing, more than willing to blow off work for this. Your record is impeccable and for one
day you won’t need a doctor’s note. Figuring he will take awhile to reply you go to change apps,
but are stopped by the little typing notification.
N <3: fuck em, you’re mine now you don’t need a job -

N <3: please please please come. Pretty please. You can drive in the bus with us.
You can’t help yourself giggling.
Y: okay xx
Y: but I need to drop my friend home first. I can meet you in the right city.
N <3: amazing! You won’t regret it. Anyway I’m sure your tired. Goodnight beautiful.
You spend a long time staring at that text until you drift off into your dreams.
….
The next morning your friend is back in the room softly snoring next to you. She must have had a
really late night you think, as you hit her full in the face with your pillow.
“GOOD MORNING STARSHINE” you singsong, way too loudly for her hangover. She groans
and rolls over away from you. Mumbling under breath that you are way too chipper this early.
“Sorry, Hun you need to get up and we need to go. I have plans to attend to.” This gets her
attention back.
“What do you mean, you don’t have work until six,” she checks her phone and groans again “it’s
literally eight in the morning.”
“Oh I’ve urm… Had a change of plans” you go on to recount your entire night to her. Eyes wide in
disbelief, she sits with her mouth agape not sure whether to believe you at first.
“damn…” she’s at a loss for words “I guess we really should get you home then.” The two of you
rush to get dressed and head out. Too eager to think about anything else, the drive home is
extremely quiet.
As soon as you get home you leave a message for your works sick line and tell your parents that
you’re spending the night at a friend’s. It’s a small lie but it doesn’t feel good. You’re usually
reasonably open with your parents but somehow you don’t think they’d understand you pulling asicky to run off with a guy you just met. You rush to book train tickets and pack a bag. Public
transport is definitely the best choice with how distracted you are. As soon as you’re ready, you’re
on your way