I was riding the train out of the city, lost in my own thoughts, when I looked up and saw him sitting in front of me.
Namjoon.
My heart started racing as I stared at him, unsure if it was really him or just a lookalike. I wanted to say hi, to tell him how much I loved his music, but I was too shy to make a move. What if it wasn't him after all? What if I embarrassed myself?
As I hesitated, another passenger suddenly shouted out, "Hey, you're Namjoon from BTS, right?" All eyes turned to him, and my stomach dropped as I realized it really was him. Everyone on the train started to approach him, taking pictures and asking for autographs. I watched from a distance, too nervous to join the crowd.
As he was being approached by the other passengers, I decided to stay in my seat and just observe from afar. I couldn't believe I was in such close proximity to him, but I was too nervous to make a move, but not until he got up from his seat and started to walk towards me and gave me a hug.
I was taken aback by the sudden embrace, my heart racing as I felt his warmth envelop me. I couldn't believe what was happening, but I didn't want it to end. He pulled back slightly and looked at me, concern etched on his face. "Are you okay?" he asked softly.
I nodded, still in a daze. "I'm fine," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.
He smiled kindly at me and ruffled my hair. "Don't be afraid to talk to us, okay? We're just like you," he said before heading back to his seat.
I watched him go, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort wash over me. It was a moment I would never forget, and it was all thanks to Namjoon's kindness and understanding.
And then I woke up, feeling a sense of longing and wishing that it wasn't just a dream.
PS: There's no train in our city... HAHA! But in my dreams, anything is possible.
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