Namjoon - a BTS Fanfic

Chapter Three: The Absense

I pushed away Ebony and quickly ran to a different part of the apartment. She called my name a few times, and after not responding for a while, she just left. I heard the front door click shut as she made her long awaited exit.

I clicked the power button on my phone and awaited for a notification to appear that signified that Namjoon wrote something back, but he didn't.

And I waited.

And waited.

And waited.

I stalked twitter to see if BTS was busy or something, but there was nothing. It was only 9 pm, it wasn't that late. Could he be sleeping? Could he be talking with someone else? Was he flirting with some other girl at a fansign? Sh*t, was he dead?

I sighed and sat down on an armchair, my phone dropping to the floor. I didn't want to be doubtful or anything, but I was pretty sure he wasn't going to write back any time soon. But if I said something now, it'd be too random, and it'd show that I've been thinking about this non-stop since he texted me, and if I didn't reply I'd come off as rude, and if--

My smart watch on my wrist vibrated, signaling that it was my scheduled time to log my eating and amount of water I drank and so on for the night. I looked at the time at the top of it, and it displayed in crisp, white letters, 9:05.

It had been five f*cking minutes since he texted me the picture, and I didn't respond. Holy crap, what was I going to do? My heart raced just as it did when my crush from middle school walked around the corner; my mind was swarming with irrational thoughts because I was overanalyzing everything... likewhatifheactuallyisonarunepisodeandhehadtogiveoutafakenumberandwhatifmanjoonisntonhisphoneanditshismakeupartistplayingwithmetogetlaughsandwhatifigetintotroublebecausethebangtanboysaren'tallowedtodateanyoneandwhatifnamjoonisinlovewithmeandthenhehastogoontourandleavesmeand--

buzz.

Could it be? I snatched my phone and saw that Namjoon had sent me a message. I sat up a bit and screamed so loud that I could wake up a senior citizen after thanksgiving dinner. I quickly unlocked the phone and saw that he said two simple words.

RM: You there?

I immediatley started to type, but then it would look like I was waiting for him. So I waited for the longest two minutes of my life to respond.

L: Yeah, I'm here haha but are YOU here I 

mean do you exist oh wait yes you do lol

 silly meEh xD

I began to write that, but then I immediately deleted all of that cringe. It was too cheesy, it seemed like I was having another nervous breakdown right in front of him again at the fansign. So I tried again. With all of my education experience and knowledge, I wrote the most intelligent and articulate response that I could muster:

L: Yeah why

RM: Oh, I was just wondering. We're on a bus right now

 heading to our hotel and I'm bored af

I laughed when I got this back from him. I guess I was just a sense of entertainment, not a love interest? I snorted, the irrational thoughts starting to turn more rational.

L: Don't you have more important people to text? 

I don't know, celebrities??