Bubu (NamJin)

Ouch

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Namjoon almost slammed his alarm clock to the wall; the only thing preventing him from smashing his alarm clock was the fact that it’s his cell phone. He needs his cell phone, so he lazily got up from his bed (very sexy one, he thought) and directly went in to the bathroom. His room was simple, one king-sized bed and a table beside his bed, and a cute teddy bear on the table. It was from his older sister and he would admit, he loved that teddy or… Mr. Teddy (as he used to call it). He also had a sofa but aside from that pretty much nothing.

“God damn it!” He screamed when realized he forgot to get his towel. He turned back to his room and went to the balcony of his apartment and took his dried towel. He quickly went inside his bathroom and took a quick bath. He’s late!

***

Namjoon almost hit someone because he was driving his car like crazy. Really crazy, like he could buy a soul so he wouldn’t care of anyone else dying. He slammed his car door when he arrived and parked his car. He sighed in relived when he saw his watch. He still had 10 minutes left.
Kim Namjoon is never late, you know?

It’s one of his rules. He would kill Kim Taehyung if he was late because Kim Taehyung was the one who asked him to go out and got drunk yesterday. He shouldn’t trust Kim Taehyung.

“Ck!” He said as he changed his annoyed expression to be the cool and cold hearted man, Kim Namjoon.
“Good morning, sajangnim.” One of the employees greeted him. He only glanced at her. That’s Lee Haein, the girl that apparently was in love with him. Everyone said he should date her, even his mom, but his sister said he deserved someone better.
Namjoon didn’t know why but he is not into ‘finding the one’. He was not a player. He really wasn’t. He didn’t even remember the last time he dated a girl.

Also, everyone needed to know this. Please underline this. He was not a gay with Kim Taehyung. If he was really a gay, he wouldn'y date Kim Taehyung. He really wanted to punch Yoongi for saying he didn’t date any girl because he was in love with Kim Taehyung and it’s a one-side love.

“How could Min Yoongi be that stupid?” He murmured as he kept walking.
“Good morning, sajangnim.” A girl greeted him with a smile. She was Luna, his secretary.

“Morning, Luna. Please get me a cup of hot coffee.” He told her.

“Will be severed in few minutes, sir.” Luna answered.

Namjoon got in to his room and sat down on his chair. A CEO, he was Kim Namjoon the CEO of a company. He built this company on his own and refused to continue his father’s company. He was a successful man and only needs a good wife to stay by his side and kids to make him smile and yet, he didn’t want to find one. His mother did set up some blind dates for him but it always ended up with him not liking the girl.

He checked his watch again. “I’m not late.” Namjoon proudly said. Then He frowned and took his phone.

“Listen, I was almost late because of you. I don’t want to go out at night with you anymore.”

He typed that and sent it. He knew clearly that he would go out with him again but… never mind.

***

Namjoon wanted to go home but now he was on his way to a flower shop to buy some flowers because his mom just called him and told him that she wanted to see him. As a good son, he would buy some flowers for his mom.
His mom loved roses so much, red roses. He stopped for a minute to check the flower shop. He remembered that his mom used to go to this flower shop and bought some roses. So he went out and took a glance.

He was going to go in to the flower shop when he saw an angel, uhm, a very pretty lady in front of the shop. She was bringing in some roses with her hands. Her skin looked so smooth, Namjoon felt like he wanted to touch it. He gulped when he looked at her face. Round big eyes, M shaped lips, pointed nose and a very nice long curly black hair. She wore a short white dress and flat white shoes. She looked so damn good to Namjoon. He could imagine his happy life with her. If his wife would be this pretty he would be the happiest man in this world. He smiled at the thought.