Namjoon - a BTS Fanfic

Chapter Two: The Number

I panicked. If he wasn't there-- then what did I just wait for? If he wasn't there... why was I here? Thousands of thoughts flooded my worried mind. Half of them were irrational, but stupidly, I listened to them anyway. 

The seconds that followed felt like an eternity. I had to wait for the one thing that would make me truly happy-- meeting the most amazing person in the world who has made me feel the happiest I've ever felt. I was two feet away from him. And he was gone.

Suddenly, he popped up and scared me. Out of reflex, I jumped back and screamed. The other members started to burst out in laughter, and I was sorta humiliated. The fangirls all around me were laughing at me as well. But, instead of losing my temper, I just laughed along with them. I turned around to my new audience and shrugged my shoulders as I laughed.

"I'm so sorry, it was a dare!" A deep but heavenly voice said. It couldn't be. It was Namjoon's voice. I turned around and saw his beaming face, his smile from ear to ear, and his dimples were as deep as the Grand Canyon. I could feel my face getting redder and redder. But alas, I stepped towards the table and forced a relaxed smile onto my face, trying to cover up my nervousness.

"H-H-Hey," I stuttered, "I'm Laine... Nice to meet you..." I started to sweat. He looked up and winked at me, and as I passed the purple notebook to him to sign, he looked up at me and smiled his adorable smile again.

"Why are you so nervous?" He softly asked. All eyes were on me and him.

I turned to meet Ebony's eyes, and when she saw me, she gave me an ok-sign.

"Well," I collected myself, "It's not everyday when you get to meet your favorite person in the world..." 

Surprisingly, he laughed. "But if I'm your favorite person in the world, then why are you so nervous?"

He stopped signing and met my gaze. For a moment, I could have been mistaken, but he looked a bit... like he was dreamy. I blinked to make sure I was seeing it right. I could read eyes. This was not normal. And then, he did something unusual. He started to write something under his signature.

I couldn't feel my legs, they were turning into jelly at my knees, I couldn't breathe. He smiled at me, his eyes glinting with a mysterious emotion. For a moment we locked eyes again, and then his face reddened. When he signed my notebook, he took an exceptionally long time to scrawl whatever he was going to scrawl. I glanced down and saw that he was writing something really small underneath his name. It looked like-- no, it couldn't be-- it looked like a phone number. 

I internally screamed with excitement... Namjoon was my bias, he was my crush, and now... was he really giving me his number? Suddenly, he handed me my purple notebook and gave me a quick but nervous smile, almost as if he regretted that decision. "Don't tell anyone," He muttered, then gave me a high-five like any of the other fangirls had received. 

I was the last one in line, he was the last one in the row. As I walked away, I couldn't help but glance back and see him turning red when I met his eyes again. He gave me a wave, then I was off. I could barely walk. I couldn't feel any part in my body. My gaze was distant. Ebony came up to me and waved her hand in front of my face, but I didn't react.

What. The. Heck. Just. Happened.

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It was a minute long, the interaction with Namjoon. It was nothing. But it replayed in my head 24/7 on the way home. Ebony was talking to me about what she talked about with the boys. I just nodded, in a trance. I clutched the purple notebook in my hands and never dared to open it up near Ebony. She'd let the secret slip.

To be honest, I knew that Namjoon was crazy to give out a number to a fan. And why me? I was this normal, everyday average-looking girl. I literally said nothing to him except hi, my name, and why I was nervous. It was nothing at all. But apparently, in his eyes, it was enough.

When we arrived back at our apartment (Ebony is my roommate), I rushed into my room and flopped onto my tiny bed. I flipped to the front cover where he signed, and I opened up the contact app on my phone. And I entered it in. 202-555-0198.

I decided to open up the messages and write something in the text box. I started to write...

Hey! I'm Laine, the girl at the fansign who you gave your 

phone number to.  This is Namjoon, right?

There was no response. I kept checking back every five minutes. There wasn't even a dot-dot-dot signaling that he was typing. He didn't read it either. 

I swore in my head and threw my phone on the pillow. I swear, if he gave me his number just to ignore me would make him lose one fan. Hell, I'd be loyal to Kookie instead of him. 

Suddenly, my phone vibrated. I quickly  picked  it up and checked. I rolled off my bed and hit the floor with a crash. He actually texted  back. He... Actually... Texted... Back...

I opened my phone and started to hyperventilate. 

Yep, it's Namjoon. Send me a selfie with a peace sign

 so I know that it's actually you.

I screamed and quickly jumped to my feet and tried to find a brush to fix my hair and some good lighting and attempted  to think of a cute thing to say back. And  I had to act fast or else he would think that I was trying really hard to look half decent.

After I fixed my hair, I found decent lighting in the bathroom, and pulled on a new top over my pants. I took the selfie and wrote after I sent it:

Okay, but you gotta send me one with you with duck lips

 and your right hand in a thumbs up. There's more pictures

 of you than me online.

In less than a minute later, he sent me an adorable picture with exactly what I told him to do. His dimples were so cute I wanted to just reach through the screen and poke them. I saved the image and set it as his profile picture.

And I began to write something back, as the fact that I'm texting my bias right now hasn't sunk in yet, when Ebony pounded on the bathroom door.

"Hey, whatcha doing in there for so long? I got a date tonight, I gotta get ready."

No matter what I would have to go through, I could not let Ebony find out about this.

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Author's note: Sorry this took too long to write, wattpad is blocked at my school. ;-; 

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