"Joon's Dia"

(Chapter 3: Meeting Him)

So here I was, in Brazil, for RM's solo concert. This time I wasn't waiting in line to use the toilet but waiting to meet him. Yes! You read that right. I was actually going to meet my idol and even more intriguing I was waiting to sing for him. How nervous could I be, eh? I was so damn nervous. Would he approve of me filling in for the talented Younha who had an unfortunate positive test for COVID 19 and couldn't make the show again? I hoped so.

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I sat waiting alone in a small empty room for him. 'T' his personal assistant told me RM always practiced in an enclosed room for the dynamics and acoustic sounds. The room seemed a bit lonely but then it was the perfect setting for the moment. I felt alone and the room felt it along with me. Guess we had each other for support. "Make me sound good, okay?" I whispered quietly. I decided to pass the time by warming up my voice a bit by doing some soft vocal exercises. It also helped me to get my nerves under control.

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My head was down and I was about to take a breath when the door opened. I took another breath and his fragrance intoxicated me. I smelt his cologne. Oh my-my-my... 'Stay calm', I had to tell myself. He was talking in Korean to someone outside in a firm manner. He wasn't sounding too pleased as his words rattled harshly and fast.

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I turned to look up at him and as he entered he looked down at me and immediately he got quiet. Eerie quiet. He kept looking at me and it was almost as though he was searching for something. I blinked and kept looking back at him. We must've seemed odd as we stayed just staring at each other in silence. I decided to break it. I smiled at him and I thought I heard him gasp. Weird, right?

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"Hello," I tried to sound polite as well as relaxed. Namjoon's mouth hadn't closed since he came into the room. His mouth was open and his eyes kept searching into mine. If I never felt a man look at me with care, desire and longing before, strangely I was experiencing that with him now. For some strange weird reason I got the feeling, deep down inside of me, that Kim Namjoon was attracted to me.

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NAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!! LOL! That could never be possible. HA! I put my daydreaming thoughts out of my mind to focus on what we were here to do. Which was what again? God! This man had me going bonkers. From his smell to his dreamy eyes staring me down. My feathers were ruffled but I knew I couldn't show him that so I did my best to behave in a professional manner.

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"I'm so pleased to meet you, Mr. Kim." Okay so maybe I was being a bit too professional.

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"No, please don't call me that. Mr. Kim is my father." RM responded with a gentle laugh and the depth of his vocal chords strung deep inside and all over my body. Calm the hell down, girl... I opened my mouth and asked,

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"Oh okay. So what do I call you then?" Okay so maybe I was being a bit too carefree. What the hell was I doing asking this famous important man casual questions about himself. Sheesh!

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He chuckled again and looked at me with a sweet grin, "What do you want to call me?"

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HOT DAMN!!! What the hell do I say now? I got myself into his pit. How in the world to get out of it? "What do the staff members call you when you're at work?" Not a bad question but I saw as his face looked a bit frustrated.

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"Do you always answer a question with a question?"

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