English Speaku

Chapter 6

(Back to your POV, not Namjoon's)

You turned over restlessly and slowly departed from your dream world as the annoying *BEEP BEEP* from your alarm on your phone pierced through your ears. You were groggy and stiff from the position you had been sleeping in on the couch. You shut off your phone and sat up, before everything that happened last night rushed into your mind like a tsunami. You let out a squeal as you buried your face in a cushion. You realized how much you truly cared about Namjoon, but you weren't totally sure how to go about telling him. He had been so honest to you, but you still were finding it difficult to think of what to say to him. You didn't want to scare him off now. You were supposed to go to work today, but there was no way that you would be of any help to your fellow coworkers, so you decided to call in from work. Although after about an hour of over thinking everything, you kinda regretting calling in from work, because you wanted a distraction. You felt like you were going to die, and the fact that Namjoon wasn't calling or messaging you was driving you insane. You finally decided to take the initiative and give Namjoon a call.

Your heart seemed to match the ringing on the phone. Your heart felt like it stopped whenever the *ring* stopped, and then it would beat a million miles an hour when the *ring ring* caressed your ear. After what seemed like forever, the ringing stopped, because somebody answered. Your breath caught as you heard a "Hello?", but you could immediately tell that it was not Namjoon.

"Hi, I'm looking for Namjoon, I have the correct number right?" You tried your hardest in Korean, and prayed that you didn't say something totally different.

"This is the correct number, but Hyung left his phone here. Is this y/n? Aren't you supposed to be at work today?" You were able to distinguish that it was Taehyung's deep voice that was on the other side of the phone.

"Yes, this is y/n. I called out today...could you tell him that I called?" You asked.

"Ah, Hyung will be dissapointed, but I'm sure that you'll be hearing from him shortly then." Taehyung said mischievously, and you could hear giggles in the background. It was hard to tell since it was muffled, but the laughs sounded like Jimin and Hoseok.

Suddenly, you heard a door open and shut through the phone before hearing a muffled "Where did I put my phone?" You could tell that it was Namjoon. You then heard more muffled laughter.

"Hello?" You questioned into the phone. You were confused as to what in the world was happening.

"Taehyung! What are you doing with my phone? Who are you talking to?" You could clearly hear Namjoon question impatiently. You were no longer hearing giggles, but roars of laughter.

"H-Hyung, if I, if I tell you, you'll kill me!" Taehyung gasped through the phone between bursts of laughter.

There was a pause as you could only imagine that Namjoon finally realized they were talking to you. You were now quiet, just listening to what was going on.

"Tae, no." You could barely hear Namjoon. He was clearly whispering now.

"Mmmhmm." Taehyung was trying hard to control his laughter now.

"I'm going to f***ing kill you." You faintly heard before a final round of laughter, and then a *BEEEEP*. The call was dropped, they clearly hung up. You couldn't help but laugh, but you were even more confused.

What Taehyung said had confused you. Why would Namjoon be disappointed? 'Had he gone to my job to see me?' You thought to yourself.

You decided that you were going to see him today no matter what, so you decided that you might as well kill time and get ready, and give him the opportunity to make the first move. You put on a white dress and your red high-top converse.

After a couple more unbearable hours, you heard your phone beep, and you checked it for a text message. It was Namjoon! It read:

"Can I take you to a fancy restaurant today around 4? As a date..."

You were internally screaming..And then it was no longer internal and you were make pterodactyl like noises as you held the phone to your chest. You were so excited.

"Sure :)" You responded.

You ditched the converse and changed into a black dress instead, as was kinda your signature look.

You were so excited...