Sleep, sleep sleep. God damn it body, just go to sleep! The color of the ceiling is the only dulling thing it seems. It's just a job, it's just a job! No, it's not just a job, it's the job that can get me the job of my dreams. But what if I fuck it up? What if i fuck up my chance? No, I can't think like this. I start work tomorrow-well today and it's already has me stressed. It's just getting coffee, you be fine Y/N, it will be absolutely fine. Black.
I open my sticky eyes the moment my alarm goes off. I reach my hand over to my phone to my right bedside table and click the 'clear' button. I never like to use snooze, i tend to keep pressing it until i have barely enough time to get ready. I swing my feet to the right tide of my bed. Running my fingers through my hair i began to extend my legs. I let out a breathy sigh and bring my feet back to the ground. I slugg over to the kitchen to make myself some coffee. Coffee is the only thing that gives me energy. Making coffee has become somewhat of a second nature to me by this point. I pick up the coffee sit down at my table. I glance over to the clock on my oven, 6:50. I have to be at work in 1 hour and 10 minutes so I have about an hour to get ready.
I shower, dry my hair, get dressed, and put on makeup. I feel much more refreshed, like someone dumped cold water on my head. I grab my phone to look at the time. I should get going now.
TIME SKIP
There it is, the Big HIt belding. It's intimidating and endearing at the same time. Breath in, breath out. I straighten my back, I hold my own and step into the building. I walk to the front desk. The woman sitting there was beautiful, she had long black hair and a thin face. She had a professional charm to her. She doesn't have a forced beauty to her, she simply was beautiful."Name please" she spoke melodically, almost like she hummed each word.
"Y/F/N Y/L/N" I tried to sound confident.
She pressed her lips together while she scrolled through her computer. "Ah, I see! First day on the job, hu? Well I hope you have a good time!"
"Thank you, please take care of me" I bowed.
"Well, our boss wants to meet you in room 405, it's on the 4th floor." She instructed.
"Thank you."
I walked towards the elevator and pressed up. The doors slide open and I step into the elevator. Right when the elevator was about to shut a familiar hand stuck itself between the two closing doors. "Wait!" I couldn't mistake that voice, it was Namjoon.
The elevator doors opened and he walked in the small room. "Oh, hay. Nice seeing you again" He greeted.
"Yeah, you too, Good morning." I replied with.
"So, first day, right?" he asked rhetorically.
"Yeah..." I trailed off, to be honest I am quite nervous.
"Don't be so weary, you'll do fine. What room are you going to?" he reassured me, no one ever did simple nice things like this to me, this is new.
"405."
"Oh, that's great! Thats the floor where i'm going, I'll walk you." again with the generosity.
"Oh, thank you."
The elevator doors slide open and we walk out. I look left and right, no signs. I look around to see room numbers but get stopped when Namjoon says "Room 405 is this way."
He started to walk to the left. I followed close behind to not let myself get lost. "Here we are." He said, he looked proud of himself for escorting me.
Before I was about to go in Taehyung passed by. When he saw Namjoon he stopped in his tracks. "Hyung, you're supposed to be down stairs, you got the wrong floor." He said, slightly confused.
Didn't he say that he was going to the same floor? "Oh yeah, sorry, i'm having an odd day." Namjoon said. As he was walking off i took a glance at him, He closed one eye to wink at me. WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN! Namjoon is a great person and i'm happy we are friends but as i get to know him he seems more complicated.
Writers note: Who's exsited for the BTS comeback in February? I am! Im so sorry i haven't updated, I have had a lot on my plate like school and im learning a couple new instruments so i have to practice them when ever i can. I hope you all have had a good week.
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Eighteen (Namjoon x Reader)
FanfictionY/N moves from America to Seoul Korea when she turns eighteen to get away from her family. she meets Namjoon on the plane and they immediately hit it off. this story has the ups and downs of becoming a adult and living on your own.
