Mystery Girl

Busan 12

Namjoon's POV

I watch y/n's face as she sits next to me, her eyes looking far away as always. Smiling to myself, I replay the events of the morning in my head. The way she had shot up in bed, her breathing rapid and her face flushed and the way she had almost broken herself trying to get out of bed. I wonder what she had been dreaming of. Maybe it was a nightmare, but she had been so peaceful just seconds before. 

Maybe it was a dream that she felt guilty about, she seemed very embarrassed to see me watching her in surprise after she had woken up. The flush that had spread across her face almost instantly was a giveaway to her guilt. What could the dream have been about? What would I dream of to make me panicked like that but not have it be a nightmare? Wait.

My eyes search over y/n's face once again, the innocence that I associate with her wavering weakly like a flag in the wind with the contents of the conclusion I have come to. Could she really have been dreaming about something like that? And who about? I almost choke on the air I have just inhaled. She couldn't have been thinking about me right? 

I look out of the window, cursing myself and trying to shake away the thoughts. Y/n doesn't seem to notice anything as she continues to sit there, her hands playing with her hair absentmindedly and her lips in a small smile. 

Y/n's POV

I sit on the stage, my legs dangling over the side, my eyes scanning the empty seats sitting in the late morning sun. I can feel my face stretch into a grin as I remember the atmosphere of last night. The pumping music and the multi-coloured lights, the way the very air had seemed electric and alive. 

Leaning back on the palms of my hands, I stare up into the blue sky, the sun shining into my face- the warmth of it spreading across my skin. With a deep breath, I close my eyes, basking in the beauty of the day. The sounds of the bustling city drift through the light breeze to my ears, a sound that I am yet to get used to. 

The cars are so noisy, the engines and the beeps filling the air. I imagine the drivers inside the cars, the many different lives they may be leading, the destinations they could be heading to, how long their journey will/has been and where they have come from. Opening my eyes again, I refocus on the sky before looking behind me across the stage. 

There the members stand, spaced out from each other, talking casually as staff members pace around, making sure everything is how it should be. I watch them from my safe distance and realise that from here, in this perspective, I could be anyone. 

Where I sit, I am not the girl who is sharing a sleeping area with the members or getting to know each of them individually, I am just a fan who came to see her idols up close.

Sighing deeply, I take this moment to admire them from afar, thinking about my unbelievable luck. I guess this is what the universe wanted, how it was meant to be. I don't remember doing something to deserve this, but I will happily take it. 

In the end, isn't this exactly what all my daydreams have been about for so many years? Well, maybe I didn't foresee it happening exactly like this, but life is unpredictable.

Tae waves me over and I smile cheesily picturing myself in slow motion, striding over to the members with some form of confidence that I didn't know I possessed. Some cliche nostalgia song would be placed over the top of the clip, the sun in my hair reflecting onto the camera lens. 

Before I have the opportunity to plan out my own film in my head, Tae bounces over, his overflowing energy contagious. His hair has been pushed back by a hairband he is wearing for dance practice and his sunkissed forehead is exposed, his hair bouncing above the hairband as he moves. 

His boxy smile greets me as he places a friendly hand on my shoulder, opening his mouth to rave about something to me. I watch him encouragingly like you do with toddlers when they talk about their day at nursery. 

"Y/n! Y/n!" He repeats, still bouncing around bountifully. 

"What? What? What?" I mimic, the smirk on my face making its way into my voice. 

"Do you want to practice some dance with me? The staff said we could for a short while!" 

My heart practically bursts out of my chest. "Really? We're allowed?" Tae nods his head adorably, his hands encompassing my shoulders and shaking me gently. "Come on! Let's go!" I laugh, letting him take my hand and haul me to the middle of the stage.

We spend about 20 minutes going through the routine of Idol. I am still completely lost at some bits, I can't keep up to speed and some moves my body just refuses to do correctly, but this is why these guys are so highly praised. They have some serious dance skills. I just enjoy doing a basic choreography to some Lady Gaga here and there.

We try the dance to the music now and believe me when I say that I try and keep up, but my limbs will simply not cooperate. The tempo of the chorus almost kills me and I do trip over at one point, but I power through as well as I can. We reach the end and I have got lost about 3 times, hurt my wrist and cannot seem to catch my breath for the life of me, but this is one of the most thrilling things I have ever done in my life.

I lie on the floor, waiting for my breath to come back to me and for the life to start to flow back into my body as Taehyung stands over me, breathing heavily, but laughing at me anyway. I stick my tongue out at him, scrunching my face up, pretending to be offended by his making fun of my stamina and skills.

After my head has stopped spinning, I try to get up and am quickly met with Tae's hand in my face, offering to help me to get to my feet. I blush slowly as I take his hand tentatively, although you wouldn't be able to see it, masked under the flush of blood in my face from dancing. Tae and I both know that my hand is drenched in sweat but neither of us mentions it which I am thankful for.

"Fun?" Tae asks, a teasing lilt to his voice which I decide to ignore, I am too tired for clever remarks and chasing him around. Nodding, I stretch my arms out, trying not to show Taehyung how sore my wrist is from landing on it quite hard earlier. Tae mistakes my outstretched arms as a sign I want a hug, or maybe he doesn't, either way, his arms end up around my waist. 

His hands are warm through the fabric of my shirt and his head on my shoulder makes my heart rate increase. His soft hair tickles my cheek and his breath blows against my neck. His strong arms make me feel this sense of safety that I only feel when I am in someone else's embrace. I could stay here forever, but unfortunately, Tae has places to be.

Prematurely, his arms are removed from me, leaving an empty feeling where he was. 

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Author's Note

Hey I'm back! Soz for the break, I didn't mean to not update for so long please forgive me. What do you think about this chapter? I lil fluff to warm your hearts I hope. This wasn't on my storyline, it was improvised like the beach scene with Jungkook lol. Some filler to make your hearts beat faster maybe? Anyway, vote and comment if you want and I love you guys 💜