bts oneshots

006 ❁ namjoon

— is there somewhere

reader's pov.

I think it's time we finally meet each other, don't you think?
    seen. 8/1/17 ; 10:21 pm

Seriously, when can we?
   seen. 8/1/17 ; 10:30 pm

I really want to see you.
   seen. 8/2/17 ; 5:01 pm

I can't wait until the day I get to hold you in my arms.
   seen. 8/2/17 ; 5:02 pm

I love you so much.
   seen. 8/3/17 ; 12:15 am

I'm going insane, you don't understand how badly I want to be with you.
   seen. 8/3/17 ; 1:17 am

(y/n)? Why aren't you answering :(
   seen. 8/3/17 ; 1:30 am

Hey!  I'm starting to get worried.
   seen. 8/3/17 ; 1:35 am

Are you avoiding me? :'(
   seen. 8/3/17 ; 1:38 am

I will fly my ass all the way to your country if you don't answer.
   seen. 8/3/17 ; 1:39 am

I'm not kidding.
   seen. 8/3/17 ; 1:39 am

I'm sorry.
delivered. 8/3/17 ; 1:40 am

•••

i slid the phone across the floor, the screen facing up. i sat near the foot of my bed, while my cheeks were damp and dark circles were forming under my eyes.

after namjoon had sent that text, i freaked out. why? because what if i'm not the person he expected me to be. what if meeting him in real life will ruin everything? we have video chatted before. but that's the most we've ever done. no actual physical contact.

just virtual love, through the screens of our devices. in fact, it's been like that for two years now.

what other reason could there be for ignoring him besides the feeling of being afraid? or, perhaps, it's stupidity.

the truth is, i want to see him, i really do. but when your mind is full of doubt and you're overwhelmed, what else can you do but overthink?

/

i awoke with a sudden jolt when my phone's ringtone filled the silence of the room. after i had recovered from the feeling of drowsiness, i noticed my surroundings. i must have fell asleep on the floor.

immediately, i crawled myself over to where the phone was at. namjoon's name was displayed on the screen. without a doubt, i answered it. it was shameless, but oh how i missed his voice.

"h-hello?" i said, in a raspy and low tone.

"is there somewhere i can meet you?"

"what.."

"forget it. i have what i need."

an hour later; i paced around my apartment. what did he mean when he said that he had what he needed?

my first thought was that he was mad, or possibly annoyed. i could sense a bit of it through the phone, his voice rigid and strict.

could it be that he was here? i shouted in frustration and ran my fingers through my hair. all at once, the apartment's doorbell rang. i stood, frozen.

"no way.." i thought.

in an instant, i speed-walked to the door. looking through the peephole, a man in a white cap stood there. but it wasn't just any white cap. it was one that i sent namjoon last year for his birthday. the words 'just as you are' stitched on the front.

without thinking twice, i swung it open. and in that moment, everything had happened suddenly and swiftly. his hands had somehow found their way to my waist. he leaned down, pressing his lips against mines while the two of us stumbled back into my apartment. a muffled sound came out of my mouth as i was surprised. nevertheless, he took it easy, enough for me to catch up and follow his lead.

his foot kicked the door shut, sending a jolt throughout the entire apartment. he smirked in the midst of kissing, and heat started to linger in my cheeks and throughout my body. namjoon moved his face a bit back, but kept our bodies close. he brought his hands up to my face and cupped my cheeks. at the same time, his eyes admired my features with a soft glint.

"i can't believe this." he whispered.

i sighed. "joon. why aren't you mad?" he looked at me with a gentle expression, his right thumb softly brushing over my right cheekbone.

"what's the point of me coming here if all i'm going to do is be mad at you?"

i brought my own hand up to pull his down. i avoided his stare, only glancing at the floor. but namjoon continued leaning towards my face, forcing me to look at him as if i had no choice to.

"i'm not going to fight over what you did, (y/n). i'll always try my best to understand you, you know that."

"it's my fault for overreacting. when you said you wanted to meet, i freaked out. it just seemed like such a bad idea." i shrugged. he never once moved his gaze away, taking my words in.

he pouted. "why would it be? you've always wished for this to happen."

"because what if," i paused when he suddenly brushed back the strands of hair that had fallen in front of my eyes, but that only made it clearer for me to see and harder for me to speak. i realized, being able to look directly at him in real life was not easy. "what if, everything turns out different. all we ever did was talk through a screen. what if you decide that i'm not what you want, and just...leave."

namjoon's lips grazed the skin on my forehead. he took everything so easily and calmly, making me wish i could do the same.

"baby, i'm not leaving. meeting you will not change how i feel about you, alright?"

i sighed, collapsing into his embrace. "is this really you?"

he chuckled, "who else would it be?"

"i don't know, some creep that looks like you." i giggled at my own remark, grinning like a fool.

"aren't i a creep?" said namjoon, making me grin even more.

"that's right, you are."

namjoon argued back, defending himself and claiming that he was joking. through the shared smiles and laughs, i became aware of how comfortable being with him was. we had lead ourselves to the living room, chatting while we sat on the sofa. his arm was around my shoulders, and i leaned close against him. the feeling was warm, like a temporary home.

if only he could stay forever.

perhaps, one day he could.