Phone Call

☆Extra☆

"So you both are official now then?"

"Yes." Namjoon smiled.

I was happy but I kept my head down. I was still getting hate mail and death threats. My own body could already be the death of me. I didn't need any other factors to increase that possibility.

Namjoon grabbed my hand and squeezed my fingers tightly. My attention was pulled from my thoughts immediately and brought back to reality.

Right.

We were at an interview.

"Are you okay?" He asked me quietly.

"Yeah. I'm fine."

The host's brow furrowed with concern. "Miss Leena, should you like to take a break? You look a little pale."

"N-" I started.

"Yes, please. I'm sorry. Just for a few minutes." Namjoon cut in.

We were told we could have a ten minute break and I let out a shaky breath.

"Sorry. I haven't been very present..."

Namjoon cupped my cheek and forced me too look at him.

"Well you aren't crazy warm or cold so I'm not too worried yet. You're just looking a little pale." Namjoon said.

"I'm nervous." I played with the rings on my fingers. The main one I played with was the one on my middle finger of my right hand. The ring that matched the one on Namjoon's left hand.

His lips curved up into a smirk as he observed my nervous actions. "Are you overthinking things again?"

My cheeks pouted out. He was so damn satisfied with the fact he could read me so easily now.

"No."

"Liar." He chuckled. He played with my fingers and adjusted himself so he was fully facing me. "Is it about the fans again?" He asked as he put a leg up on the couch to get more comfortable.

"... Yeah." I finally admitted.

He sighed and kissed my fingers. "You are perfect. Those who don't love you now will grow to. You're too good of a person to hate."

I scoffed at that. "Yeah right."

"Don't do that."

"Do what?" I asked him flatly as I glared at the bright lights that glared at me.

"Turn yourself into a bad guy. You aren't and you never could be."

I gave him a small smile. "I love you."

He pulled my face to his and kissed my nose. "I love you too, muffin."

There was a small sigh of "awws" that echoed through the room at his action. It brought a strong blush to my cheeks and my head dropped.

"Well now you have the color back in your cheeks." Namjoon teased.

"Shut up." I said with a punch to his arm.

"Are you two ready to start again?" The host asked.

I looked up at him though my eyes couldn't keep eye contact. "Y..yes."

Namjoon was too busy being amused by my embarrassment to answer. His eyes didn't leave me as I stuttered my answer.

"Rapmon-sshi?"

"Hmm?" He finally aknowleged the host and rubbed his neck awkwardly at his own embarrassment. "Yes we are.."

I let out a small laugh and immediately attempted to cover it up. Namjoon poked my side with a smile.

"Let's continue then." The host announced with a smile. "Make up check please!"