After Naya was done eating, the both of you walked out the room, laughing casually like nothing had happened since yesterday.
"Woah... I thought it'd take a while this time." Jin whispered to Namjoon.
"Me too. But, they seem to have sorted everything out." Namjoon whispered back.
"What plans do we have today?" You asked, taking a seat on the couch in the living room next to Naya who was sitting next to Yoongi.
"Well, we have training tomorrow and costume trials the day after but, it's a free day today and you need rest Tae. No schedules today." Hoseok said and you nodded.
"If any of you need me, I'm chilling in my room." You announced before heading to your room.
You plopped down on your bed, searching through your phone when an idea struck you. You decided to wear a facemask and vibe out to some songs. It had been forever since you had done that.
You got up and started searching for your airpods to remember that Namjoon had borrowed them from you at the practice room yesterday.
You made your way to the living room, over to the couch bustling with boys where Naya was clearly very happy to be squished between Jungkook and Yoongi.
"Namjoon...hyung." It feel weird for you to call him hyung. "You borrowed my airpods yesterday, can I have them back please?" You asked as Namjoon started to smile bashfully.
"About that... I kinda... Lost them...." He chuckled nervously as some of the boys sighed and the others laughed.
"Taehyung! Why did you even give him your airpods? You know he always loses them!" Naya laughed, giving you the message.
"I didn't realize." You laughed. "It's okay, I'll be fine without them." You smiled before heading to the kitchen. You cut yourself some cucumber slices for your eyes and went to your room.
You connected your phone to the speakers and blast out one of your favourite songs; Party In The USA by Miley Cyrus.
As you hummed the tune, you applied the face mask on your face, making sure to cover every little nook and corner and placed the cucumbers on your eyes before lying down on your bed.
"So I put my hands up, they're playin' my song! The butterflies fly away~ Noddin' my head like yeah~ movin' my hips like yeah~ I gotta put my hands up, they're playing my song! They know I'm gonna be okay! Yeah, it's a party in the USA. Yeah, it's a party in the USA." You continued singing out the whole song.
A cough brought you back to reality as you sat up straight, making the cucumbers fall onto your lap. You turned around to see Namjoon leaning against your doorframe.
"Ya... When did your English get so good? You sounded so American!" He exclaimed with a proud smile.
"Um... Practice makes perfect?" You chuckled awkwardly, feeling the sense of déjà vu wash over you, reminding you of the familiar scene with Jungkook.
You had a good English because your father taught you at a very young age and you developed it yourself by watching movies and listening to songs.
"Fair enough, but, when did you even find time to practice?" He furrowed his brows.
"I practiced every night before going to bed." You blurted out, unable to think of anything else.
"I'm proud of you." Namjoon smiled at you, eyes shimmering with said pride and appreciation.
"Thanks... What are you doing here anyway? You need something?" You asked, regretting not shutting the door.
"These are Hoseok's airpods, if you want." He threw a box at you which you caught with ease.
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Trapped | KTH
Fanfiction••• "You are going to be the death of me one day." He mumbled, eyes looking into yours with such deep compassion that no one could ever rally. "You think so?" You asked, a playful smile on your lips. "I know so." He replied instantaneously, his eyes...
