Awkward | BTS ✓

13

It's Saturday.

No work. No annoying alarm clock. No uncomfortable pencil skirts or high heels.

Just relaxation.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

Well, there goes that.

I roll out of bed and hastily make my way to my door because if it is who I think it is, he'll probably break my door down on accident if he keeps knocking so hard.

When I open my door, I see Namjoon.

"Hey, do you want to come to the store with me?" he asks as he walks into my apartment and makes himself at home for some reason.

"For what? Manners?" I ask, raising my eyebrows at him letting himself in.

"I want to buy new curtains for that restaurant. I can't stop feeling bad," he says, pouting.

"Seriously?"

"Yes! I figured you can help me find the best curtains that won't catch on fire so easily," he says, shrugging.

"Namjoon, they didn't catch on fire easily; you sneezed flames on them. What else did you expect them to do?" I ask, laughing.

"Whatever. Just come with me," he insists and I groan.

"Fine. Let me get ready. And I promise that I will shove another straw up your nose if you break anything," I warn as I make my way down the hallway.

After I'm bathed, changed and looking like a semi-decent human being, we make our way to the nearest store that sells curtains.

When we get there, I grab a shopping cart and we make our way to the aisle that contains a large selection of curtains, all of them different lengths and different colors.

"I think we should get them all," Namjoon says, tapping his finger on his chin.

"Are you serious? That's insane, dimples. We should just get like four sets of one kind and that'll be good enough," I say, shaking my head.

"But what if they don't like the ones we pick?" he asks, sounding distressed.

"Leave them the receipt and they can exchange them," I respond.

"Right! You're smart. See? This is why I wanted you to come with me," he says proudly as he intently scans all of the different curtains. "What about purple?"

"What is it with you and purple?" I ask, smiling at the memory of him as a walking grape on Halloween. I have to admit, it was kind of cute. "We should probably pick a neutral color, like gray or black."

"Boring, but fine," he huffs out. "So I'll get four sets of these black curtains."

"Perfect," I say, holding my thumbs up in agreement.

Namjoon reaches up to grab four packages of the black curtains, but he leans too far forward and loses his balance, which causes him to fall into the curtains display and he gets tangled in the dozens of hanging curtain samples.

"Help! I'm being eaten by curtains!" he squeals and I purse my lips.

After looking around for a moment to see that, thankfully, nobody is witnessing this, I decide to try to let him get out of this predicament without my help.

"You got this," I say, cheering him on. "Kick those curtains' butts!"

Namjoon is flailing around in the mess of curtains, some of them falling to the ground as he yanks at them to get them off of himself.

I see someone glance in Namjoon's direction, so I promptly turn myself away from him, making myself seem very interested in the throw pillows on the other side of the aisle.

"Sir? Are you okay?" the man asks as he tentatively approaches the flailing and entangled Namjoon.

"I uh... I'm the curtain inspector. Nothing to see here," he says frantically.

I glance over my shoulder and he's standing in front of the display with a curtain draped over his head, his face completely hidden underneath the fabric.

"Um... okay," the man says before sprinting away from the "curtain inspector."

"Ah, yes. Very good curtain. Very... curtainy," Namjoon says with a booming voice.

I open my mouth to tell him that the man ran off, but I decide to stay quiet and see what else he thinks a curtain inspector would say.

"I definitely can tell that these curtains wouldn't catch on fire if someone sneezed on them," he says, the curtain still over his head so he can't see that it's only the two of us in the aisle.

I clear my throat and Namjoon pauses a moment before using questionable karate moves to dislodge himself from the curtain.

"Oh," he says as he realizes that the man is gone.

I nod silently while pursing my lips.

"Get the curtains so we can go eat," I sigh as my stomach rumbles. "I'll pay for lunch."

"Wow, you're such a gentleman!" Namjoon exclaims before frowning in confusion.

"That... whatever," I say.

"I got nervous," he says as an explanation.

I smile reassuringly at him before turning away from him with the plan to grab the curtains myself so we can leave, but when I go to reach for them, I realize that I'm much too short.

So I, for some stupid reason, decide to jump so I can reach them.

And I fall into the display so hard that the entire section collapses backwards, making a huge mess of curtains and whatever was on the other side of the wall that is now sprawled on the ground.

"Clean up in aisle 6," Namjoon jokes as he helps me up. "Good thing they spread the aisles out so far or else that would've been a disastrous game of dominoes."

I groan in pain and annoyance as I push Namjoon away from the mess and try to escape, but Namjoon pulls me back. "But the curtains!"

"Oh my..." we hear as the employees all rush to see what the commotion was.

"My bad," I say, putting on my best innocent smile.

"Just... just leave," the manager says, face in complete shock as he realizes how big of a mess I've managed to make.

"Right. Again, my bad," I say apologetically as Namjoon and I nearly run out of the store in a rush to get away from the situation.

"Curtains," Namjoon pouts.

"Sorry I tried to play dominoes when you just wanted to get some curtains," I say apologetically. "I feel like it's been a while since I caused a disaster that big."

"Dominoes... hm... we should have a game night one night!" Namjoon says, suddenly excited. "How much trouble could we cause by staying in one of our apartments and playing some harmless board games?"