The Perfect Namja

Chapter 7: Dope Driver

               “NamJoonie, you look so cute in these photos butt who’s that?” You point to the small boy next to him. “Oh! That’s my… well… he’s…” “That’s me!” says a husky voice behind you.
              The smell of coconut permeates the air butt this time it’s not Jungkook. You stand up and see a young man with a pronounced jawline and red hair. “Meghna meet my little brother, Kim Park Jimin” “Hello! I’m Meghna Mizuki, pleased to meet you.” He smiles seductively and winks, “Hi! How do you do? Call me Jimin! And the pleasure is all mine!” NamJoon immediately intervenes, “Hey man, allow me to formally introduce her, This is MY GIRLFRIEND Meghna Mizuki!” Jimin backs off at once, becoming slightly reserved.
              “Jimin Minnie, When did you get here? Y’all were supposed to visit in a couple weeks, right?” “Monnie-Hyung, I wanted to come see you and there’s also some business to care of” “Ah! Okay! Has Geong Minnie also come?” “No, she’ll be here in two weeks.” You quietly observe Jimin, who avoids eye contact. He’s wearing a white shirt, black pants and a black tie. He clearly plays an active role in their family business but why hasn’t NamJoon ever mentioned him? He looks so put together butt there’s a sense of pure angst underneath. NamJoon gets a call from his father and leaves, you’re alone with him
              Once NamJoon leaves his mannerisms relax a bit, “So, Meghna what do you do?” “I study economics at LSE and Piano at the Royal College of Music. What do you do?” “Wow! Impressive! Beauty and brains is a very rare combination.” You blush. He continues, “I work under my father, I help run the company. I work all night everyday. I’m doing a Harvard business course in correspondence.” “That’s dope.” “Over half of the day, we drown in work. I am different from other guys. I'm always over the top and Everyone copies me”
“Jimin, I gotta a feelin’ that you’re kinda dope” “Meghna, This is my Banging Style. Everyday is hustle life. I gotta make it fire, I gotta make it.” “Jimin, you are the person who rejects rejection. You’re Dope!”

The Next Week:
              You’re back at Namjoon’s for another “study session” butt this time Jin’s not there to keep eye on things. You study accounting for a couple hours. NamJoon sees you earnestly studying and tries to help. He has a sexy brain, he was the best student at school and he still is… The Best. “Our meeting is like a mathematical formula… Girls are like equations…” he says blushing. He teaches you all afternoon.
               Later that evening, “I failed my driving license test, I felt like a loser. N’ I always had a driver, so I don’t drive” “Joonie, Why don’t I teach you?” “Sure, wanna go for a spin? Baby, you can Drive My Car!” “I’d love to.” He taekes you to the garage and hands you the keys to his sports car with tinted glasses. He opens the door for you. Once he settles in, you start the engine, it purrs and you’re off. You taeke a scenic route and drive around London whilst showing him the ropes.
              Kim NamJoon then taekes the wheel, he puts his arm around you and slowly drives you to a quiet street. You get closer to him as he Parks near a meadow, where y’all watch the sun set. The Mizuki rises, a bright flaming reddish orange moon, the two of you could have sworn y’all saw a bunny hopping about on the Mizuki. He said it reminded him of you. The whole scene was very picturesque. “I’m happy in this moment” he says. You lean on his shoulder. The street is dark and deserted. He pulls you closer for a romantic kiss under the moonlight. He French kisses you as you slip your fingers under his shirt. He holds your neck and shoulders kissing you further as you feel his toned firm abs. He’s so muscular and he’s yours. He pulls further, you land on top of him as you unbutton his shirt in a frenzy, revealing his muscular enticing physique. He’s an absolute gentleman butt…
              Between kisses you’ve unbuttoned his shirt, now laying on his bare chest and abs. At this point his shirt was just a jacket hiding away his incredible arms… He wraps his strong arms around you as your legs intertwine with his. You could stay like this forever, in his arms.
              As it gets late you get up and Kim Namjoon quickly does his shirt. He then drives you home. A silent car ride but the air’s filled with love-ly tension. NamJoon promises to try again for his license.

The Next Day:
              You’re at the LSE. You ripstick to class and taeke your test. NamJoonie is an excellent teacher. You feel his soft hands and warm smile guiding you through every sum. You rush to Music College where Suga and J-Hope are waiting for you. J-Hope pulls you aside and says, “Call me Hobi” “You’re so sweet” He chuckles shyly.
              You play Blood Sweat & Tears for Hobi, who starts to come up with a mind-blowing choreography for it. He’s so passionate about dance, it’s his expression, his medium, his art form. Yoongi and you practice duets, classical pieces and improv together while Hobi figures out dance routines for all your original compositions. Hobi says, “Yah neo Meghna, I love poetry. I teach poetry to high school kids. Songs are just poems put to music. We should write some lyrics for your compositions.” You smile, “Beautiful, I love poetry too. Let’s do it.”
              At the end of the day, Yoongi announces to the class, “From now on, we want to put on even cooler performances, be cooler, be better, so look forward to it. Please, always look forward to it.”

A Few Days Later:

              “NamJoonie, Why does Jimin call you Monnie?” “Well…”