BTS Imagines

Rap Monster - Book Worm

Inspired by this vine bc why not:
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«fluff»

There was just something special about buying a physical book. Sure it was convenient— and free— to read online but there was just something about buying a hard copy, feeling the smooth pages under your fingers, and inhaling the scent of pressed paper. This is why you made it part of your weekly routine to either visit a bookstore on Sunday or to hole up in the library every Wednesday.

It was the same every week: return the book you'd taken last time, browse the shelves for something new, and find a spot to begin reading in. At age twenty-two, you were working as a PA for a magazine company. Your boss, the branch supervisor, always took half days on Wednesdays. Since the library was always empty on weekdays anyway, the setup worked perfectly for you.

About two months back, on a gray February day, you'd met a man called Kim Namjoon. The first time you saw him, you thought he was a bit odd; his hair was dyed silver, and he had a lollipop in his mouth the whole time. As you came to know him however, you discovered that he was very kind. He was smart, sincere, and shared much of the same interests as you; you became fast friends.

Namjoon had a comforting aura, and his charisma attracted people like moths to a flame. Confidence radiated from the way he spoke, the way he walked, the way he smiled; he was a natural leader.

On a day when you were standing on your tiptoes, reaching for a book that was just barely out of reach, Namjoon came to stand behind you and grabbed it for you. He tapped it on your head and smiled with dimples and all.

"Still on the classics?"

"Hey Namjoon."

He poked your cheek. "Hey."

Flipping the thick book over, he scanned the title before handing it to you.

"Oscar Wilde?" He arched a brow. "Wasn't it Poe last week?"

"What? There's nothing wrong with revisiting them," you replied, "besides, you can't say that you don't have a thing for them too."

"Oh come on. Who don't you have a thing for?"

You stopped and stared at each other before replying in unison: "Shakespeare."

The two of you laughed quietly together even though there was no one else in the library to disturb. This easy atmosphere was how things were between you. You connected easily, and his towering presence had become normal.

"Hey you know the bookstore by the park?"

"The park outside the—"

"No, the city park. The one where you fell off a bench and broke it."

"It was unstable!" Namjoon whined defensively.

"Yeah, okay."

"'A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing,'" he recited proudly. You fixed him with a flat look because really? Sighing and shaking your head, you decided to just gloss over that and keep going.

"Anyway. Remember the brick bookstore around the corner from there? Want to go with me sometime?"

With a smug grin, he cocked a brow in response: when? You shrugged and  headed toward the checkout desk as Namjoon followed closely behind.

"How about now?" he suggested. You nodded back at him happily and waved to the man at the counter as the two of you left. Since you'd walked, Namjoon let you put your library book in his car, so you two could stroll the rest of the way to the park and the bookstore.

To this day, you still never figured out how Namjoon had ever gotten his license. The man was a walking hazard; how he even managed to go outside without dying was beyond you.

Right now, Namjoon had on all black: a black beanie to cover his head, a short sleeved tee, and blacks shorts and shoes. Even the band on his arm and tote on his shoulder were black. Only the silver sheen of his dog tags broke the scheme, and Namjoon was tall with a nice physique; it really shouldn't have been surprising that he got a glance or two when you entered the new bookstore.

This place was much more crowded than the library, and students roamed around together in groups.

"I'll be browsing in the back," you told him as you pointed, "you look around too." But before fully turning, you added: "And don't tear anything, either! We can't keep paying to replace them!"

After only a quick half hour, the two of you left the store. Glancing into his bag, you withdrew with an exasperated expression.

"Really?" You strained, "George Bernard Shaw? And not just one book. But four. Four, Namjoon!" He only gave you that dimpled, close-eyed smile.

"You can't say you don't have a thing for him too," he parroted in a high voice.

Your face went flat. He laughed.

"Alright, but it's your money and your mistakes."

Rather than reflecting on his— in your opinion— financially irresponsible purchase, he raised his head proudly, tutted his bag, and quoted Shaw himself with the lines:

"'A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.'"

He's thinks he so clever, doesn't he. Rolling your eyes, you shot back, "Not if you're broke." He only continues to grin.

"I plan to be filthy rich. In five years, I'll have enough to buy you," you half-joked, "Twice." His low voice sounded as he hummed in amusement.

"I'm telling you: you've got to get a good catch Joonie," you continued, "it's your only shot now. I mean if you're broke, you might as well marry rich." Now it was his turn to give you that 'oh, yeah right' look. Glancing at him out of the corner of your eye, you added: "Or die."

"I guess I'll just have to marry you then," he shrugged.

"In your dreams."

"What a coincidence. Because George Bernard Shaw once said—"

"Stop!" You took off with a jog, back in the direction of Namjoon's car. A warm laugh echoed behind you— a laugh you knew belonged to a dork dressed in all black that broke nearly everything he touched and sported a charming smile. Even so, a shy smile of your own crept onto your face.

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SHOUT OUT TO MY GIRL JEN
Hope u guys are enjoying these. There's a cute Jimin one on the way in the next day or two ;)