It was the most beautiful summer of your life.
You had moved to Seoul as part of the Graduate Teaching Scheme. The International School in Hannam-dong was perfect for you: all of the staff were so warm and welcoming; the pupils were eager and well-behaved; even the accommodation they provided seemed like a first class hotel.
Most weekends, you went out into the bustling city to eat with the friends you had made on the scheme and the older staff. They were all lovely but one of them really stood out to you.
Jeon Junghyun was a shy and reserved man in his early twenties. The pupils and staff loved him because he was kind-hearted and funny. Everything he did made people smile. Even though he taught Art, he was good at everything. In fact, you knew a lot of the female teachers had a crush on him. They weren't blind: he was handsome but he wasn't your type at all. He was just someone who had an attractive aura.
One warm evening, you had all decided to go for drinks and some food in Itaewon. The sun had set and the air had grown cooler. After a few drinks, Junghyun and some other seniors suggested that the party should be extended into one of the bars down the street.
However, it was 11pm and your bed was calling. Party animal you were not, but you had yet to visit Itaewon before so you reluctantly joined your friends. Traipsing down the street, you began to regret your decision. Surely cosying up in bed with some ice-cream was better than standing next to sweaty strangers listening to unappealing music?
Plopping yourself down onto one of the stools in the corner of the booth, you pulled your phone to busy yourself in Twitter. There were lots of people in this bar and you felt incredibly self-conscious considering you seemed to be the only non-Korean in the entire establishment. Anxious and borderline-drunk, you decided you needed to leave before you had a full on episode.
It had happened on the plane over to Seoul. Confined spaces and lots of people made you nervous. Combined with your preoccupation that bad things were just around the corner, you had caused a scene on the aircraft and almost had the plane diverted. It was safe to say you were an anxious person who always jumped to conclusions.
"Junghyun," you whispered as you climbed over two of your colleagues in order to escape. Your shoelace got caught around one of table legs and you slipped into your senior's lap.
How embarrassing.
Junghyun immediately caught you. The intensity of his Chanel Bleu scent caught you off-guard.
"Woah! Can I help you?!" he jokingly said as he pulled you up.
Like some sort of deranged chicken, you shook your leg loose and scrambled to stand up.
"Aish! Don't shake your leg - it is bad luck in Korea!"
Of course; only you would do something stupid in front of Junghyun.
Like a gormless fish at a supermarket counter, you stared at him, unsure on how to reply.
Do I apologise to him? Do I apologise to myself?
Luckily, the silence was broken by the sound of an unfamiliar voice.
"Junghyun-ssi?"
Your interest was piqued and you tilted your head to look through the crowds. Who had said his name?
"Seokjin-Ah?" Junghyun replied, a mixed look of confusion and happiness painted across his handsome face.
The man stood in front of him was also ridiculously good-looking. Seeing them both at the same time was similar to gazing at the embodiment of perfection.
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badbye | Namjoon x reader
FanfictionA chance meeting 8 years after you had first fallen in love with him, had he changed? Was he the same Namjoon that had captured your heart all those years ago, or had his idol lifestyle altered the nerdy boy you once knew? --- First published June 2...
