"Taehyung, are you okay? Why'd you run out right after practice?"
"Taehyung? As in Kim Taehyung?"
"Don't be stupid."
"You know him?"
"Yes I know you dumbass, it's Namjoon."
"Seriously?! Don't you dare fuck with me."
A story in which a hardcore ARMY...
I rolled my eyes as I saw them facetime me. I swear to god, if I get flashed, I will beat a bitch down. I waited a second before pressing accept. I set my phone up on my dresser and got up to get a bottle of water, not really paying attention.
Namjoon POV:
I facetimed this weird girl and set my head on my hand. When she answered she wasn't even there, so this was all I saw.
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I smiled and quickly screenshotted it. The guys always enjoy seeing ARMY's rooms because they feel loved. I waited patiently for this interesting girl to come back and picked up a book.
Zalia POV:
I sat back down and looked up at my phone. I expected to see some 50 year old fat guy but... No, it was really him. My breath hitched and my eyes widened. "Holy fuck..." I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He laughed, his voice sounding perfect. "Not quite what you expected?" his eyebrow raised ever so slightly. "N-no uh-" I stuttered, tripping over my words. "I'll give you a minute." he smiled, leaning his head on his hand.
I took a deep breath and attempted to speak again. "Gomen, I seriously... Wow, it's really you." I spoke breathlessly, admiring his natural beauty. "In the flesh, yes, it's me. I look a little messy though, sorry." he laughed.
"A-are you kidding me? You look great! I look like a homeless person." I smiled nervously, rubbing the nape of my neck. "Well you're a very pretty homeless person." he complimented me. I shit you not, I almost choked on air.
"T-t-thank you." I stuttered out, a dark crimson spreading across my face. "A-and I'm sorry for talking to you like that, really I didn't know-" "It's okay, I appreciate you standing up for us." he cut me off, smiling.
"Of course, you guys are my world." I looked down, suddenly not so nervous. "I'm glad to hear that... But what you said, about getting nudes? What'd you mean?" he didn't say it in a perverted way, he seemed genuinely curious.
And the nerves were back. "W-well, if a random fan believed you, they might send body pictures to get attention." I explained. "Hm... Are you a random fan?" he asked. "I mean- yes, but-" "You don't send pictures." he cut me off again.
"I didn't say that." I fumbled. "Well then... How about we make an arrangement, pretty fangirl?"
