Eighteen (Namjoon x Reader)

Chapter Eight

I finished up my day at work and took the bus home. It was an uneventful day full of paperwork and doing other people's jobs because they were simply too lazy to do them. Right as I arrived at my home I fell on my bed. I inhaled, lifting my chest up as high as I could and exhaled sharply, happy to be home. I stayed sprawled out on my bed for a couple minutes until I realized I had to get ready to go to BTS' dorm. I picked myself up from the all too comfortable position to put on more comfortable clothing. I throw ripped skinny jeans and a big black sweatshirt on. I brush a hand threw my hair and let out a heavy sigh. I look at the time and I see that I have about a half an hour until I have to leave. My phone starts to go off. I accept the call and fall onto my couch. It was my Mom "Hello" I say

To be frank, I was a bit happy to hear from her, It has been a while since we talked. "Hello Y/N, how have you been?" She asked.

"I have been just wonderful, I started work yesterday at it went well." I said.

"That's good honey. Have you made any friends yet?" She asked. She always had an interest in who I was hanging out with in my childhood so this question was to no surprise to me.

"Yes, I have. Some of my senior at my work actually. Very nice people." I, of course, was referring to Namjoon and the other. They are the only friends I have made here so far.

"I bet they are nice, what are their names?" She asked.

"Yoongi-" I started to list the names.

"Yoongi?" She repeated back to me, struggling with the pronunciation.

We both laughed a bit at her failure. I glanced at the clock and noticed the time "It was nice to hear from you but I have to go and meet my friends really soon. Goodbye mom."

"Goodbye honey."

I hung up the phone and stuck it into my pocket.

---Time skip to when Y/N arrives at the dorm---

I ring the bell outside of the building. "Hello?" A familiar voice said.

"Hello Taehyung, it's Y/N." I spoke into the mic.

"Oh, why are you here?" he asked.

What? I thought I was invited over. Namjoon said that they all wanted to hang out. I brush it off and say "Namjoon invited me over."

"I see, Come on in then." He says.

I enter the building and find their apartment. I knock on the door. I hear shuffling and Namjoon saying "I got it, I got it!" very loudly to the other members. As anticipated Namjoon answers the door. "Come on in, Y/N." He made way for me to go in.

"Hello." I greet the members.

"Hay, Y/N, do you want to play some video games?" Namjoon asks.

"Sure, but no complaining if I beat you hard." I taunt. I played a lot of video games when I was back In America.

"Sure.." He says sarcastically.

We start to play and off the bat I start winning. And winning. And winning. After about ten wins on my side Namjoon says "hay! It no fun if you keep winning like this!" His voice became whiney.

"Fine fine, how about we watch a movie or something," I try and compromise. "I can't win at that."

"Sounds good, what movie do you want to watch?" He asks, looking like he desperately is trying to be polite.

"I'm good with anything" I like most movies

We pick a movie and sit on the couch together. Everyone else is in their rooms so we are completely alone. As we watch the movie I start to wander. Why did he say that he was going to the same floor I was at work the other day, and why did he say him and the others wanted to have me over when they didn't even know I was coming? Some people are full of mysteries sitting around for people to figure out. I feel a bit like a kid at a magic show who saw an amazing card trick and desperately wanted to figure out how the man on the stage did it. Some people are a mystery to me.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I felt something warm on my hand. I look down only to see Namjoons hand on mine. The pieces start to fall together in my mind. He was saying things so that he would have an excuse to spend time with me, avoiding to be obvious. That is why he said that he and the other guys wanted to have me over instead of just saying that he wanted to have me over. I really don't know how to feel about this. Of course I'm not a mind reader so I don't know this for sure but I have a strong suspicion. His hand is still on mine and I still don't know what to do.

I was relieved when the movie credits started to roll. I stood up and acted like nothing happened. "Well, I should go now. It is getting late and you need to sleep." I say

"Ok, It was nice hanging out with you." He says.

He wraps his arms around me for a hug and I hug back.

As I walk home I dwell on the thought of him. Not that he has a crush on me or him holding my hand during the movie but just him. 

Writers note: Hi again! I Updated sooner than I said I would because I felt like it. Also I'm sorry if this story has been slow but things are going to start to happen soon so look forward to that. I hope you all are having a nice day!