"(Y/N)! Guess what! I'm performing in the talent show tomorrow! I got chosen to rap!" Namjoon looked at you happily.
"Really? OMG when is it?" you asked excitedly. "Tonight!" He said. "Huh? Really? What time?" you replied. "7:00pm. What time is it now?" he asked. You replied with a quick 5:15. He was smiling and jumping nervously.
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"(Y/N). come on. It's 6:30." Namjoon yelled from down the stairs. There was a silence then he went upstairs. (Y/N) what's going..." he paused after seeing you. You were on the bed lying there all pale. "(Y/N)! What's the matter with you? What happened? Are you okay?' He was worrying about you. "Namjoonie, i'm fine. I'm so sorry to worry you. Let's go." You replied while sitting up on the bed.
Namjoon stopped you and laid you back on the bed. "No no. You can stay here. It's fine." he smiled and kissed your forehead. "But baby, it's your talent show. i can't miss..." he cut you off by saying, "(Y/N), don't be stubborn. There are many opportunities. It's fine. Get better soon okay?" he smiled again and you nodded. He kissed you once more before leaving.
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Once Namjoon arrived at the event, he quickly ran backstage and apologised to the staff for being late. One of the staff members gave him some earphones and a mic. He was breathing heavily since he was nervous. His friend Jimin came and comforted him. "Hey hey, everything will be okay." He said. "It's not that. it's (Y/N). She's ill. I'm scared about her. What can i do?' He desperately asked. Jimin held him by the shoulders and looked in his eyes. "Hey, she'll be okay. I promise."
Namjoon looked at him and smiled. "Sure?' He asked. Jimin replied "Of course. I'm...very sure." He paused as he looked behind Namjoon to see you running to Namjoon. "Ouf!" Namjoon heaved. He turned to you and gasped. "(Y/N)! What are you doing here?" He smiled as he hugged you tightly. "I came to support you. Who cares if I'm ill. I just want to see you be loved by many." He again hugged you.
You both heard the host outside finishing up the act and then calling Namjoon. "Okay thank you Charlotte for the beautiful piano. Now next up is the rapping king, the next Eminem, the fighter, the low voiced man NAMJOON!" The crowed was cheering loudly and he heaved in one big breathe and smiled at you. You winked at him and he ran to the stage. "Hello, um, i'm Namjoon and i will be rapping for you all. But first, i would like to say thank for accepting me in the talent show and...thank you to the most beautiful girlfriend ever. I'm so happy she is mine. I will make you proud." Everyone cheered and awed after listening to him.
Namjoon started rapping at you smiled the whole way through. He then stopped. He looked to his left at you and then said "I would like to introduce a very special friend of mine. The most beautiful girl that i have ever seen. Please clap for the beautiful (Y/N)!" Your eyes widened and you shook your head while laughing. He ran to you and grabbed your hand then pulled you to the stage.
He carried on rapping then at the end, he shouted "I LOVE YOU (FN/SN/LN)" he hugged you tightly then suddenly your eyes felt heavy. After he pulled back he looked at you worriedly. "(Y/N), what's up?" you looked at him then smiled. " Nothing you were amazing." "Thank you baby." He then hugged you tightly. He looked at the cheering crowed.
"Namjoon, i...i.."You stopped as you fell to the floor. "(Y/N)!" he caught you and then shook you. "(Y/N)! Wake up! Please! HELP!" he yelled. The crowd stopped cheering and started gasping and being surprised. After a few minutes, the ambulance came and took you from his arms. "(Y/N). Please speak to me!" He said while you were being put onto the bed. The ambulance ran and Namjoon was left to sob. "(Y/N), please be okay." he whispered softly to himself as he carried on sobbing.
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