Waste It On Me ( BTS Namjoon x Reader)

Part 3 - Chapter 1

June 10th 2018 – Seoul

‘I'm just grabbing a coffee, then going to head back to the hotel to do some work, I’ll call you later. Love you xx’ you click send on the reply to Sam. 
You carry on standing in the queue waiting for the coffee you’ve ordered - looking up from your phone, your heart stops.
Namjoon.
He is stood in the queue staring up at the coffee board, next to him is a guy who is clearly his security guard, he is mere steps away his side profile so familiar after all this time. Your stomach fills with nerves and you have no idea what to do. Bolt for the door, wait for the coffee but don’t meet his eye, go and say hello? You can feel your cheeks flushing, the coffee shop suddenly feeling too warm.

It’s been almost a year since you’ve spoken with Namjoon, and around 6 months since your last text exchange. Things are going really well with Sam; it will be your 1-year anniversary with him in a few weeks. Last Christmas, BigHit had released a statement confirming Namjoon’s relationship with Suran.

You feel stupid ignoring him, but also don’t have a clue what to say, or if he will want to speak to you. He doesn’t know that 3 months ago you had been contacted by your old boss, headhunting you back into the company into a better role which involves some travel to and from Seoul again.
The barista shouts your name signaling that your coffee is ready. Instead of looking for your coffee, you look directly at Joon – the moment he hears your name he turns. His eyes flickering through 10 different emotions as they meet yours – shock, happiness, confusion - followed by a beautiful grin, showing his perfect teeth and deep dimples. He looks older, but still as handsome as the night you met – the only other time you have seen him in person.
He murmurs a word in Korean and lunges the few steps between you, cutting through the queue, clutching you into a hug.
The shock knocking the air from your lungs as he wraps his long arms around you and holds you to his hard body, you are surrounded by his height, your face buried in his t-shirt, the scent of him washing over you, “Hi” you gasp.
“Hey” the security guard tugs Namjoon’s arm, forcing him to release you, “Stop it” he whispers in Korean, putting his arm in between you both, you step back trying to clear your head.
Namjoon doesn’t even register the security guard, he stares down at you in wonder, “Hi” he beams, “what are you doing here?”
“getting a coffee” you babble, realising you haven’t yet grabbed your drink from the counter, you pick up the takeaway cup, thankful to have something to do with your hands to stop them shaking.
“a long way to travel” he jokes, “I mean, in Seoul”
You smile nervously, feeling totally dazed to be stood in front of him, “I work here some of the time again, I’m back with my old company”
“you should have told me” he blurts out, and you both look into each other’s eyes.
“Joon, we need to go” the security guard puts a hand on his upper arm, threatening to pull him out of the coffee shop if they need to.
“one second” he pulls his arm free. He looks at you again switching back to English, “what are you doing today?”
“erm, grabbing this coffee was my only firm plan” you smile.
“it’s my day off, I was at the studio, but wanted to get some fresh air – could we go for a walk? To catch up?” his eyes sparkle looking at you, seeming genuinely thrilled to have bumped into you.
Feeling too dazed to think straight, you agree. Namjoon grabs two coffees from the counter, and hands one to the security guy and you all step outside.
“I think we should head back to the studio” the guard warns, but Joon smiles.
“we are going to go for a walk, you can follow us if you like” he turns back to you, still looking at you in wonder, his eyes scanning all over your face. Your heart racing so hard you are sure he must be able to hear it over the noise of the street.
“15 minutes” you hear the warning from the guy behind you.
You follow Namjoon across the road and into a nearby park area, the silence feeling awkward but also comfortable.
“I’m in shock” he laughs, “you! In person!... I never thought I’d see you again” he admits in an exhale.
“I know, I’m sorry, is this weird?” you ask.
“It’s good weird” he walks so close to you, your arms touch with every step, “you still look amazing” he looks down at you, his eyes shining.
The compliment catches you off guard, but you reply automatically, “so do you”