The Fake Sasaeng ~ RM Fanfiction ~

Chapter 10

Your point of view

"I am going to get you something to wear and some sheets. Wait here don't leave" he tells. Namjoon doesn't look me at the eyes. He leaves the room really quick. As he closes the door behind I get to have a better look at the room. It is a little small but is cozy, it gives you a warm feeling. I go to his pc. It has a quiet big screen. As I notice the mouse, it looks broken at one side. I smile to my self. I let it out no one is here any way. He is a moving catastrophe. It is kinda cute. I pass the desk and I go to the library with the books.So it is true he read. Well then we indeed have something in comment. He owns classic books witch is surprising for a boy. I see a little Steven King and some philosophic books.This boy is deep.
Then I go to the other library, the smaller one with the letters. There are quite a lot. He always has support from his fans. I see that some are in English. Hawai, Texas, Paris, Norway, Greece, Australia and more. And then I saw it sicked with same more next to the library. In sky blue paper I saw my hand righting with a black pen. My heart stopped for a second. I go closer to the wall so I can see my letter hanging to the wall of BTS's Rap Monster.
I read my letter again.

Dear Namjoon, (or maybe Rap Monster? I am not good at this stuff)
So... I am writing this because I want to thank you for your hard work. I am a 19-year-old girl from Busan. I am half korean half american. Thank you. That is what I want to tell you. It might be nothing to you or maybe you hear it so many times sounds the same now. But thank you. Thank you for your hard work on every song you write. You put your hole heart in it I bet. Thank you for not listening to the haters. People are critical and will always be. We live in a world were people are treated for their appears. You have been called ugly. People are not dolls. You are one of the most handsome and attractive man I have ever seen. I bet that everyone of your fans say this but you need to hear it more.
Also beauty is not the answer. Smart is the answer. I am not talking only for your IQ level but also for your introversion.

Thank you for caring for the other members, not only like a father but more like a big brother. Thank you for your bright smile and the cute gaps that your cheeks make. Thank you for your eyes that close when you smile. Thank you for you selfies that are more beautiful than your photoshoots. Thank you for your taste in fashion, pink monster. Thank you for your ignorance in dance and for your hard work to fix it. Thank you for your laugh that helps me see the world in another way. Thank you for managing your own problems while trying to keep everything together and make the fans happy. Thank you for your deep lines once in a while.

Thank you also for your silliness and happiness. When you are happy I am too. Thank you for being there after my mum died even if you don't my existence. Your voice and the hopes that you rapped gave me the courage to be the person I am today. Thanks to you Namjoon.

I have so many thing to say. I could saying thanks to you for years. I have no specific words to descried my love for you. Did I just said love?!? I am still young and I have many thing to learn. But you melt my heart like you have thought an ice cube in the fire. It sounds foolish but it is true. I know I will never have the chance meet you. My life has shown me many surprises and still does. My family is a mess and I am trying to walk out of this hurricane. But never ever stop being who you are. You may have many names. You are Kim Namjoon. Rap Monster, the leader of Bangtan boys. But you will still be my saver.
Thank you.

Yours, Li

I am about to cry. It has been so long since I wrote that. I keep staring at the wall when I hear the door open.
Namjoon comes in with blankets and sheets and also something black.
"What is going on? Why are you like this? Did someone saw you?"

Namjoon's point of view

"What is going on? Why are you like this? Did someone saw you?" I say to her as I close the door behind me with my foot. She looks to me with a empty eyes.
Then after that she shakes her head.
"What? Oh ... no no one came here, don't worry. You are safe." she finally says. I don't know should I say something about the situation before.. I mean the.... kiss... No no she said she had to. But why I am curious about that.
"You have a lot of fan letters I see." Lily tells me. Oh yeah I am proud of my fans. They are smart and I am proud to be the person that they idolize.
"I read a couple." Lily continuous.
"Yeah really? I don't think many people would like to read these letters when they are here. But two are my favorites this" I point at the one that a guy, Lay, wrote 2 years ago. He wanted to be a idol rapper. "and this one." and then I point at Li's letter. That girl, I hope she is still doing well and she keeps being proud of me because I am about her. After that it is quite.
"Why her?" she finally says. I look at her confused.
"Why do you ask? Are you jealous or something. There are other fans, girls, that actually see hope in me and not a person to get obsessed over." I spit to her. No she want change the image that I have made for Li. Not her not anyone.
"Take this and wear it. It is one of my sweaters. I couldn't fine something else. Wear it before you get a cold. And here are the blankets. Now have a good night and when I wake up I hope I don't find you her. Please." I tell her as I make my way to the door.

"Wait!" she yells. A part of my self wanted to stop me and she did.