Namjoon - a BTS Fanfic

Chapter Four: The Call

__TWO WEEKS LATER__

I leaned out of my bed to open up my nightstand drawer that was beside me, and I reached in and felt the spot where the purple notebook used to be. Ebony's story sounded fishy, but I didn't let it bother me for all this time. Glancing at the clock told me that it was 2 am, but I was already not going to get enough sleep, so I thought I'd rather just stay up. There was quite a time difference now that Namjoon was back in Korea, so it would be the early evening for him. He hadn't texted me much for the past few days, considering he was a worldwide idol whose schedule was filled with performances, interviews, photoshoots, fansigns, and practice. I knew it was selfish of me to get upset at him for not texting me much, but I couldn't help it.

When I turned on my phone, the lock screen lit up with a face of Namjoon smiling, which was something he sent me on one of the first nights I talked to him. It made me happy, and it made me remember how he would take every second to listen to me, and when I asked him a question, he would quickly pass the spotlight over to me. If he were here right now beside me, we'd be up all day and night talking and talking. That's all we'd ever do. All we'd do was talk and talk and talk. It was different though, because 1/2 of the conversation was listening. He was good at that.

His contact was the first picture of him, and it made me beam with delight every time I saw it at the top of my screen. I wanted to click on his name to add a heart next to his contact name, but the arrow--

SH*T. I hit the call button! I scrambled to hang up, but I ended up putting it on speaker. I tapped every single button, and then I dropped my phone to the floor with a bang. I was so afraid Ebony would hear from the next room over since the volume was up quite a bit. The phone rang four times, and I grabbed it hastily off the floor, then when my finger was a millimeter away from hitting the hang up button, I heard a cease in the ringing. My heart skipped a beat, as I heard a connection from the other side.

"'Sup this is RM--" His deep voice said from the other end. I covered my mouth with my hand and unclicked the speaker button so it wouldn't wake up my roommate.

There was the sound of his breath on the other line, yet it got distorted through the long-distance call so it sounded like a wheeze. I didn't know if I should hang up or just let him hang up or maybe even tal--

"Ohh, did Smiley dial me by accident?" He laughed, "Ah, I think she did. She's so silly." He muttered something in Korean, then proceeded to chuckle, "Well if she hears this, just wanted to say hi and it'd be nice to hear your voice. Got to go now, see ya, Smiley."

Then he hung up. I released the firm grip covering up my mouth, and panted in relief. I started to laugh. Smiley? Is that why he said he loved my smile? I started to turn my phone over and over again in my hand.

I just talked to Kim Namjoon, the leader of one of the most legendary K-pop groups of his time.

I flopped back onto my bed and let out a small squeal of excitement, and then repeated,

I just talked to THE Kim Namjoon, the leader of one of THE most legendary K-pop groups of his time.

This time, I couldn't contain my excitement so I whisper-screamed:

I JUST TALKED TO KIM NAMJOON!

I caressed a small plushie of Koya on my bed and smiled so wide, that if he'd see me right now, he'd be so happy because of my smile. It seemed like hours I just sat there and thought about how happy I was and so many positive things that are mostly on inspirational posters in Elementary school classrooms.

But then, it sank in. I didn't talk to him, I just listened to his voice. I never said a word. Suddenly, I violently sat straight up, almost hitting my head on the headboard. I never even said anything. Should I have said something? I mean, how many people get the chance to talk to someone as legendary as him on the phone? I maybe just have thrown away the last chance for me to ever have him hear my voice.

The room suddenly turned colder as I realized what a mistake I had made not talking to him. What if he thought I was dumb enough to accidentally dial him? What if he thought I was a stalker? My hands covered my face and I kicked the sheets off my bed as I was sweating with all of these thoughts looming in my mind.

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__8:30 am__

The alarm barked into my ear, signaling it was time for me to get up. I had only gotten three and a half hours of sleep, thanks to my ignorance of where the dial button was and where the contact button was. Getting out of bed was a nightmare. The dread of going to work and the dread of having to actually function like nothing had happened kept me tempted to just stay in my cozy bed, under a swarm of warm blankets, falling into a deep sleep.

Ebony knocked on my door after a few minutes of the alarm not being shut off.

"Are you gonna turn that thing off or what?" She demanded.

I grunted in reply, probably meaning something like "Get out of here."

She stomped over and slammed the alarm button to shut it off.

"There." She snarled, "And while you're at it, turn off your cell phone volume or wear earbuds when other people are trying to sleep."

My insides turned to ice. Did she hear me? If so, how? It wasn't that loud... What if--

I decided to play the dumb card. "What do you mean?" I mumbled through layers of pillows and blankets and other bedding.

Ebony rolled her eyes, "I heard you watching some BTS crack last night. Namjoon's voice, I think. Don't play dumb with me because I heard you. The walls are only so thick!"

I sighed in relief. She thought it was crack. Thank God. I felt a bit relieved, so I began to get out of bed. When I started to exit the room, I turned around and saw Ebony staring intensely at my phone on my nightstand. My path turned right back around and walked over to her and snatched my phone off of the table.

"What are you hiding on there?" Ebony poked at me, and narrowed her eyes. "Don't tell me it's anything--"

"No, Ebony," I said, "I just need this, and when I saw you weren't leaving, it reminded me that I left something here, okay?"

Ebony began to walk towards me, hands on her hips. "But you've been acting so strange lately whenever I'm around you when you're on your phone. I would assume that there's something on there that you don't want me to see..."

I scoffed, "What are you, my mother? Why do you care?"

She shrugged. "I just don't like secrets, that's all. Especially if they are going to get you into trouble," Her tone shifted to a more dangerous one, "and especially if that means it involves me."

I rolled my eyes one more time for her to know I was annoyed, then went on with my day.

Little did I know that Namjoon texted me right when Ebony was looking.

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To be continued :)

Word count: 1378

Author's note: Hey y'all, I'm back. I have been very busy, and I know it's no excuse because most people make time for writing, but I don't. This chapter was a lot of reading and not a lot of action, so I'm sorry. I hope to be better about writing more. I wrote down all my ideas as to how this story will progress, but to actually write them down takes a lot of my time and energy.

I love you all!!!

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--Ken :)