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Sorry this elevator scenario is taking so long for me to write. It's a bit repetitive and I don't want it to be boring ): I just want to start writing about American hustle life mannnn

~~~~~~~~~~Namjoon+RaeJae~~~~~~~~~

  RaeJae's POV:

Gulp.

Oh god, that sounded really loud.

Why am I more nervous for Rap Monster than the others?

I slowly walk into the elevator while basically making a clear effort to avoid any sort of contact with Namjoon. For some reason his height intimidates me and if I'm not mistaken, he looks extremely annoyed with me.

Whatever, I must succeed!

While wiping my tears I do just as I've been doing with the others. Pressing alllllll the buttons! I know, surprise surprise. Immediately I feel Namjoon's eyes on me, his impatient sighs ringing in my ear.

"So you're going to all the floors?" He asks me, but I just continue to sniffle without answering, "ah, seriously?"

I shuffle a bit further from him to try and create some more awkwardness. Hopefully he'll ask me what's wrong or-

"Ohh You're American?" He turns to me, my jaw subtly going slack, "of course she is, We're in an American terminal,"

"Why did you press all the buttons? Is something wrong?"

I blink a few times at him, piecing together the few words I know to come up with something to my understanding. Let's just say it isn't very much... but his expression is reading concerned so let's just go with that.

"I'm sad," I breath out, actually proud of the American accent I just managed.

"Whys that?" He cocks his head at me. Okay, so that means he just asked some sort of question... and 'why' sounds like 'wae[why]' so I can at least piece that together.

"My dog died," I answer, again patting myself on the back for my accent. Maybe Namjoon's occasional English lessons really have been helping.

"I'm sorry to hear that," He nods sympathetically.

"Thank you," I reply, eyeing the floor because the actors are probably preparing to get on pretty soon. Speaking of which, here they are right now.

I make my move over towards Namjoon while an actor pushes me up against him. My arms snake around him slightly, causing some uncomfortable chuckles to escape his mouth.

"This is crazy," I hear him breath out with a smirk, however his face is turning bright red.

I always knew he was a softy.

"S-sorry," I say reluctantly, my Korean accent finally making its grand appearance. I just one hundred percent sounded like Jimin when he tries to speak English.

"It's fine," He laughs sheepishly, "but you sound and look a little familiar,"

I let out a few giggles and just nod my head since I have literally no clue what he just said. One of the actors next to us squishes me even further, Namjoon having to hug me in order to fit. Well, at least I know now that he really wasn't lying when he said he's an awkward hugger.