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*2009*
Namjoon was almost 100% convinced the little girl, stood before him, was staring straight into his soul. She hadn't said a single word in the five minutes that had passed since she'd entered the studio he was waiting in. Sihyuk-nim had promised to be back by now. Was this part of the meeting? Was the little girl some sort of test?
"Hello," he finally spoke up, bowing a little and sending the wide-eyed girl a smile. Quickly, her face scrunched up, returning the gesture.
"Please may I poke your dimples?" She giggled, stepping forward before he even gave her permission. Suddenly, the girl was pushing her teeny fingertip into the crevices on his cheeks. Namjoon could only laugh in response.
"Appa says dimples are given by the angels when they are making the babies. He says only the cutest babies get given dimples." She spoke up proudly.
"Well, I don't know about that..." Joon chuckled, a little thrown by the sudden switch in personality shown by the girl. They'd just spent five minutes awkwardly staring in silence and now she seemed to have no fears.
"I do, Appa says so!"
"Where is your Appa?" Joon questioned, concerned that this little girl appeared to be left to her own devices in this place of business... well... this garage.
"Where is your Appa?" she scowled, folding her arms across her chest indignantly. Joon knew he shouldn't laugh but she was so cute, it was impossible not to.
"I'm Namjoon," He introduced, deciding to change his approach before he got himself into any more trouble with the little girl. Sihyuk-nim would be back soon, all Namjoon had to do was keep the girl out of trouble until then.
She deliberately assessed his outstretched hand for a moment to demonstrate that he'd lost her trust. Finally, she accepted, hesitant in her movement but confident in the strength of her grip.
"I'm Hyemi, I'm 12,"
"It's nice to meet you," he smiled at her again, making sure to show his dimples. It seemed to be the easiest way to amuse her.
