BTS Imagines and Scenarios

Long Distance

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: You x Namjoon

Synopsis: You had been in a relationship with Namjoon for a long time. You loved him. But you had never met, until this day. Your whole life with him had been leading up to this moment. And you were terrified.

Word Count:1052

You had found his videos online just over a year ago now. You had commented on one of his videos saying how talented he was not actually expecting him to reply and when he did you felt completely star struck. It was a pretty generic reply to a pretty generic comment, but even so, you couldn't help but reply back. Something was drawing you towards this talented rapper.

Y/N: Just stumbled upon this video! You're amazing!

RM: Ah, thank you!

Y/N: Seriously, do you breathe?

RM: Funny you should say that, no I don't :P.

And with that a beautiful friendship blossomed. Hours of talking despite the time gap. Luckily, you had learnt Korean as a child and he knew English and spoke fluently. This often lead to bilingual conversations that suddenly flipped from English to Korean and then back.

After two months of long phone calls, late night texts being exchanged and skype calls he finally sent a letter to your house. Of course, you weren't expecting anything big. Just a small letter or a card. Instead there was a package containing a three-page letter full of memories and all of the things he had loved about being your friend. There was also a small box inside the package. Opening it, you were confronted with a small note that read,

"So, will you be my girlfriend?"

And a very expensive looking necklace.

"Of course." You whispered into the mic on your laptop to your now boyfriend that you were on skype to.

The only downfall of all of this was that you had never met him in person. But that wasn't going to be true for long as you were now in the car on the way to pick him up when he arrived at the airport. You had had it planned for a while. On his next week off he was going to come down to meet you and spend the whole week with you.

RM: On my way babe. I'll see you in a few hours.

The text had made your heart flutter with joy. You were going to be in his arms in a matter of hours. Now, it was a matter of minutes.

Pulling into the car park you pulled out your phone and checked the time. He'll be landing in about 15 minutes if there were no delays.

15 minutes.

The doors to the airport opened as you approached them making you feel like royalty. When in reality they were programmed to open as anyone approached them. Spotting a coffee shop just across from you, you decided to quickly grab a coffee to drink as you waited.

10 minutes.

You took your caramel macchiato to where you were meant to be meeting your boyfriend and stood drinking it for what felt like hours. Checking your phone every minute. No matter how much the drink burned your throat, it calmed your nerves slightly and it was distracting you from the crazy thoughts going through your mind.

5 minutes.

You had finished your drink as if it was water and now had nothing to distract you apart from your empty cup. Without realising, you started chewing that; of course gaining many strange stares from the people around you. A girl chewing a cup, staring blankly at the escalators, standing still in the middle of a busy airport was bound to catch someone's attention.

2 minutes.

Your phone felt hot in your pocket, and your heart felt far too big for your chest. Thoughts were wild.

What if he doesn't come?

What if his plane crashes?

What if he isn't him?

What if?

What if?

What if?

Your thoughts were silenced by a buzz in your pocket

"Buzz!" You shouted accidentally and instantly blushed. Your nerves were so high you couldn't feel your fingers as you pulled your phone out of your pocket.

RM: Plane just landed. I'll be with you soon baby.

Your hands trembled as you typed your reply.

You: I'm waiting.

Running to the bin as fast as you could to throw away your chewed up cup you shook even more. He's going to be with you so soon. It felt like your whole life had lead up to this moment. Over a year of it had. The sun shone behind you, the people pushed past each other and somehow avoided you, the floor reflected the light and the sounds seemed to stop.

People started to herd down the escalators in front of you showing you that a plane had landed. You could tell by their faces that they were Korean. This hit you when you spotted him coming down the escalator.

Kim Namjoon. In the flesh. Suitcase in hand and bag over shoulder.

He spotted you just moments after you spotted him and a gigantic smile erupted on his face. Your hands flew to your mouth in shock as you tried to focus on keeping yourself upright.

As soon as he reached the bottom of the escalator, he sprinted towards you and eventually abandoned his suitcase due to it slowing him down. You ran too and when you collided it felt as if you were whole.

His strong arms wrapped around your waist and hoisted you up. Your arms slung around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist. His face got lost in your hair and neck and yours nuzzled into the crook of his neck. He spun you both around many times before pulling away slightly to look at your face. You looked at his too and noticed the tears running down his cheeks. Then did you notice your own and you both buried yourselves in the others neck once again.

Awe's could be heard all around you from passers-by and some even stopped for a moment to watch the beautiful encounter.

After about two minutes of hugging he set you down on the ground and cupped your face in his hands with yours around them. The pads of his thumbs wiped the tears from your cheeks and he bent down to level his face with yours.

"Happy anniversary Y/N." He grinned before wrapping his lips around your own causing you to melt into his arms at the impact and sweetness of your first hug, first words, first kiss, and first anniversary. Together.