Namjoon comes back into the front room after disappearing after our performance with one of his Dr Martens boxes. I'm intrigued to know which ones he has bought himself. My gut says a classic pair.
He hands the box to me and I immediately know what he has done and I burst into tears. His face drops. He looks so concerned as to why I am crying. "What's wrong?"
Lori looks at me and says softly, "you ok babe?" I nod at her and look at Namjoon. "Thank you" I say opening the box and pulling the tissue paper to one side revealing the boots I was looking at today. "Oh honey, they are just like the ones your Nan bought you before she died" says Lori moving over to me and rubbing my shoulder.
"Oh shit" Namjoon looks down and then continues with "I saw you looking lovingly at them earlier and I wanted to treat you. I didn't realise the reason for that look was your Nan". I place the box in the empty seat to my left and stand, wrapping my arms around his waist and burying my face in his chest. "Thank you, that's so lovely of you. I love them. The pair I did have fell apart in the end and I have always wanted another pair. You are so sweet". My voice trembles slightly and I explain further that my Nan had seen the boots and bought them for me for my 12th birthday because of the roses. It was a special birthday in the end because it was the last one I got to spend with her. She died in the July a few weeks later. I kiss him and he wipes away the tears from my eyes, he kisses the tip of my nose and then my forehead before hugging me into him tightly again.
The intercom buzzes and Yoongi jumps up yelling "food!" and rushes off to take in the delivery, thankfully cutting the tension. We unpack all the food and lay the containers out on the dining room table and grab cutlery for Lori and I and 5 plates, the boys use the chop sticks supplied and we help ourselves before sitting back in our respective seats and tucking in.
The guys want to hear more stories about us growing up so we re count some of our best bits whilst we eat. Various nights out, bunking off school, boys, Lori's gymnastic past and my dance history. Well, I say history but I only really attended the dance school for a year or so, and entered some competitions. It certainly wasn't anything to write home about. Yoongi looks at Lori sat next to him and with a sly smile simply says "flexible". We all burst out laughing. He is funny but in an accidental way, or he is a genius and just makes it look that way.
I decide we need to have a bit of fun so I ask Alexa to play the garage playlist for them. Introducing them to such gems as Good Rhymes by Da Click and Flowers by Sweet Female Attitude. We dance around the front room and enjoy being young and carefree for the rest of the night until we are all extremely shattered. As it's Sunday, and the boys are back in the studio tomorrow Yoongi doesn't stay at mine with Lori, but does walk her home. What a gent. Namjoon, Jimin and I make our way to bed and we quickly fall asleep.
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Fanfiction**This story is not completely Jimin centred. Although it starts with him it does not end with him** Jimin has come to the UK to record some solo stuff whilst the group are having a break. He wants a change in scenery and thinks he can fly under the...
