Awkward | BTS ✓

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After ordering our food, we both stand in the small café awkwardly while waiting for it to be prepared.

"Please take that mask off. Everyone's staring," I whisper to RM.

"Then everyone staring would see my real face. A superhero needs to keep his true identity a secret. Tch, humans," he rolls his eyes.

"They are staring at you because of the mask, dimples. If you took it off, they'd stop," I groan, rolling my eyes. "You're not very smart, are you?"

"I'm a genius!" He scoffs, folding his arms.

"Mr. RM, your order is ready!" One of the employees announces and he and I both turn to walk towards the counter.

But of course, I turn and run right into someone holding a scalding hot cup of coffee.

And of course, it splashes all over my chest.

"Ouch! Hot!" I yelp out in pain.

But thank goodness I'm with a superhero right now.

NOT.

Because in probably the worst moment of my life, RM announces "I'll save you!"

And then he proceeds to rip my shirt straight off my body.

So here I am, standing in a café filled with people, dripping wet with hot coffee and only a bra covering my upper body.

The man whose coffee is no longer in his cup stares blatantly at my chest, mouth wide open.

"Dimples," I say in a shaky voice, fighting the urge to commit a double murder.

"That didn't work out like I planned," he says quietly from beside me.

"HOW DID YOU EXPECT THIS TO WORK OUT?!" I scream as everyone in the café is now staring at me.

I turn to glare daggers at him, but the idiot has become so nervous that he's made himself invisible. Mostly.

I smack his visible arm over and over as coffee guy continues to be a perv.

"AND YOU!" I turn my rage to the pervert. "A man just turned kind of invisible but you're too focused on my boobs! Give me your shirt."

"Huh?!" His eyes widen as he sees what's left of RM and then he turns to me when I smack his chest.

"Give. Me. Your. Shirt!"

"What? No!"

"GIVE ME YOUR SHIRT!" I jump at him and grab his shirt at his chest and yank upwards to try to get it off of him.

But because life hates me, his shirt rips.

And now he's basically shirtless, his shredded tee laying awkwardly and exposing his chest.

Someone walks into the café and freezes. "Wait, is this a café or a strip club...?"

I huff out in exasperation.

I'm half naked. Coffee guy is half naked. Dimples is like, 85% invisible.

And now my food is getting cold.

I should be acting more embarrassed. Right?

But this literally happens to me every day.

I mean, not necessarily this, but it's almost like I'm a superhero too. And my super power is to have horrible luck.

I should've stayed home today. Yep.

"Someone give me a jacket or something. Now I'm cold."

"I can see that," coffee guy whispers and I rip his shirt some more out of spite.

"If I had known this is how my day would end up, maybe I would've worn a thicker bra. But EXCUSE ME for not thinking ahead, right?" I snap at him.

"Isla," RM says. "Here."

"Oh, look who decided to show himself again!" I exclaim as I see him taking off his jacket and handing it to me.

I slip it on while mumbling curse words under my breath and then stare back at coffee guy.

"You need some holy water instead of coffee, ya nasty," I scoff. "Dimples, get the food and let's go somewhere less dangerous."

"It's not the places that are dangerous. Pretty sure it's all you," he laughs as he pays for the food.

We turn to leave, the café still in stunned silence at the recent events.

And as a cherry on top of my misery, I slip on the coffee that's on the floor.

"SON OF A-"

"I'll save you!" RM exclaims and tries to catch me, but we both fall onto the floor in a heap.

And our pastries get crushed under us.

Now, I'm devastated.

"Nothing good can come of this friendship, dimples," I groan as I crawl across the floor to a dry spot to be able to stand up properly. RM does the same and everyone in the café at this point is probably at the point of calling the police.

I give one last death glare to coffee guy, who backs up with his hands held up in defense, holding his now empty coffee cup in his hand.

"Maybe stop 'saving' me," I suggest as we walk out of the café and begin to wander aimlessly down the sidewalk.

"I'm kinda bad at this, aren't I?" RM asks, laughing as he facepalms.

I watch sadly as he throws away the destroyed pastries, but I can't bring myself to eat them since they were crushed by the dimpled man's butt.

"Food," I groan longingly.

"Maybe we can go to your place and order in? I really don't think you should be allowed around other people," he says, smirking.

"Oh yes, wonderful idea. Let me just invite a stranger to my house so he can murder me," I roll my eyes. "Dimples, you're funny."

He sighs. "I cannot in good conscience leave you alone after seeing how clumsy and unlucky you are. I don't even see how you haven't wound up dead!"

I gasp dramatically. "YOU are the reason for a lot of what happened to me today! And besides, I always get myself out of everything somehow."

"Nope," he shakes his head. "Not leaving. You're stuck with me. We're friends now."

"I think I'd rather take my chances with coffee guy."

He stops walking and holds his chest dramatically. "That hurts. I'm hurt, Isla."

"It was a joke, dimples. But I'm still not showing you where I live. How am I supposed to trust you? I'd like to point out that you blatantly stated earlier that you don't trust me either."

He taps his chin as he watches me, eyes squinted as he's clearly thinking hard.

"Wow, don't hurt yourself," I say, snorting in laughter.

"My name is Namjoon."

And then he takes his mask off.