Its 5:30pm on Friday. You'd just got back from home and sat staring at the screen. Reading the mail closely to see if this was real or a scam. You were torn, it could be a phishing team or a gang who robbed people. Also, your heart told you to take a chance, you could meet one of them and if very lucky, Namjoon himself.
You decided to go finally and packed a pepper spray and a fruit knife just in case. Following the navigation, you stop at a boutique frowning in confusion. What dates happen in a boutique you think to yourself as you enter.
The staff immediately recognised you as y/n and led you to a closet. Your fears slowly dissolved, they were normal people working at a store. Probably secret date was a real thing, your excitement starts building up. The woman asks you to pick one of 5 dresses. You raise your eyebrows at her and she nods. You pick a dress that's neither too sexy nor too conventional. You were then led to first floor where 2 makeup artists were waiting for you.
These boys go big on their dates. Outfit and makeup? Wait till they find out its me.
You liked your reflection in the mirror. The makeup was so perfect, you looked elegant. As you walked out, you were escorted to a posh restaurant. The man with you pressed 20 in the elevator. Oh! A rooftop date you thought to yourself.
Once the door opened, the man gestured you to walk into the door on the right and left. You were standing alone in the lobby, looking at the door he suggested. You took a deep breath and walked closer. The doorman pushed open the huge doors to reveal Namjoon behind them.
You forgot to breath. He had dressed up too. Black suit with a tight white shirt, his hair gelled and pushed back in the sexiest way possible, his glowing face and deep dimples. You slowly walked in, and the doors closed. Your eyes never left him. He walked to you in long strides and hugged you lightly.
"Hi y/n thank you for coming, you look extremely beautiful", he kissed you hand. "Joonie! You look like an.. An angel", your mouth dried.
He laughed and sat you at the only table present. There were flowers everywhere with stars above you. It was a dreamy date.
"Are you in shock? Were you expecting someone else?", he teases you though he knew you wanted him.
"Joonie shi no I had actually asked for you but if you go on a date looking like that, any girl would go speechless."
"Y/n lets drop the formalities. Call me Joonie. I had known it was you. Jungkook was to go on a date with you but once he knew it was you, he sent me."
"Ah! Kookie! Thank him for me. He did a good job. Do you always do this? Like make the girls pick out outfits and stuff?"
"Yes. It's a company thing, an official secret date. We get the girls' name and some info before we go so we know what to talk. I was happy it was you they picked. I was looking forward."
He was curious to know more about you, you both shared your childhood stories and funny anecdotes. The conversation also moved to your divorce and how you got out of it. Namjoon couldn't share about his past relationships, but he told you a few stories here and there.
You spoke about India and how similar things are between countries, your love for languages and Indian food. The conversation was moving smoothly as you ate and drank. Joonie got a video call from the boys.
"Oh ya! Kookie had asked a return favor for letting me go. He wants to talk to you", handing me his phone. You receive the call, to see almost all the guys trying to look at you.
"Noona! Annyeong', JK waved. "You look beautiful y/n", Jimin winked. And then all of them started talking over each other and you understood nothing. Joonie intervened. "Yah yah one of you talk."
"Get y/n home", V said with a straight face. Others joined in, Jin said," y/n come home for the weekend if you don't mind."
"Come there? But why? I didn't even bring clothes", you look at Joonie for help but Jimin speaks up," what am I for then? Just come we've been missing you."
"Wont it be a problem to have a girl home, isn't it against the company rules?" you ask trying to confirm. "Not a problem as long as it's a secret. If that's your only worry you should come. The boys have been talking about you", Namjoon said.
"Hmmm if it's really fine I'll come for the weekend, but I need to get back to work on Monday", you smile. You see bright smiles on the screen. "Okay okay now go. You are disturbing my date with this beautiful lady", Joonie ends the call.
"Just so you know y/n, I don't usually take girls home after first date. This is for Kookie", he blushes.
"Just so you know Joonie, I don't go home with boys on my first date too. For Kookie? Don't you want me to come?" you tease.
"Look who's talking! The girl who ran back to say Joonie! Neomu neomu saranghae", he pulls your leg.
"No! You're not supposed to remember that!", you cover your face in embarrassment.
"How can I not remember the cutest love declaration I ever got?", he looked into your eyes holding the gaze. "Y/n that moment is still in my mind fresh as morning dew. You are so innocent and cute but strong and bold at the same time. Makes me wanna know you more."
"Whoa whoa Joonie. This is starting to feel like a real date. Don't scare me I might simply fall for you and never leave", you playfully warn him leaning forward.
Joonie leans forward and in a very serious tone says, "Then don't"
You experience chills down your spine and eyes get as wide as they can. Joonie laughs. "Okay okay sorry I'll behave. Please breathe y/n"
There was awkwardness after this, and you both speak random things to fill the silence.
In the car, Joonie sees that you are still very quiet. He takes your hand in his and says, "Hey I was playing around with you calm down. Sorry I won't do that again. Trust me." This assurance was enough for you to relax and rest of the ride home was fun.
YOU ARE READING
Manifesting A Dream - A Namjoon FF
FanfictionY/n's love for BTS manifests itself through series of fateful coincidences until she ends up in Namjoon's arms in a concert. What happens next? Story every Indian army can connect and relate to. You're in for a cute roller coaster ride of emotions.