BTS Oneshots

Namjoon // Reunion //

This is a request from @MAPPLE_TREE03 I hope you enjoy! -- REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

You got out the airport, the colder winter air nipping at you. After all, in Australia it was much warmer as it was summer leading into Autumn there. At the age of ten, you had moved to Australia with your aunt as your parents were constantly on business trips. You had left behind friends and the life you once knew to learn how to be fluent in a language you barely knew to make new friends and a new life there.

Once you had turned twenty, you had returned. You had rented a small apartment in Seoul and you had applied for a few jobs. The office job you had in Australia had gotten you enough money to last a month or so without getting a job right away.

You hailed a cab, almost speaking in English before Korean came out fluently - with a slight accent from living elsewhere for such a long time.

It was funny how retail worked, you practically were moving in right next door to a company that was worth billions and your rent for the apartment was just over a few hundred a month. You paid the cab driver before you pulled all your handheld luggage from the back of the cab, and your suitcase before walking towards the apartment.

After a few hours of settling in, your phone rang with the movers number meaning that they were here to drop off your belongings. You unlocked your door and buzzed them into the building before you headed downstairs to help them out.

You and the three moving guys had been carrying furniture upstairs for what felt like forever but was only a few hours when they had been called elsewhere leaving you with the remaining boxes. You pushed your hair out your face before grabbing the biggest box. You sighed. Why did you pack so much things into one box?

"Do you need help?" A voice startled you, almost causing you to drop the box. You peeked over the box and saw a tall male with a dimple stood there smiling at you, he was fumbling to put his phone in his pocket before you felt his hands brush yours slightly as he took the box from you. "I'll take this one, you grab the smaller one. We can do this in half the time then."

You were going to question the male helping you but something about him felt so familiar. You were not going to question him right now, because honestly you needed all the help you could get.

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"All done!" The male grinned, you smiled looking at the boxes piled around the main room of the apartment.

"Thank you." You bowed your head before covering your mouth. This guy might not have understood your English-

"It's no problem!" He replied back, in English. A chuckle leaving his lips. "You have an accent, where are you from?"

"I was born here but moved to Australia a long time ago." You smiled slightly. "I came back today."

"Ah, well I'm Kim Namjoon." He offered his hand smiling.

"I'm Y/L/N, Y/N." You shook his hand gently and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"I've heard that name before." He muttered. You heard it though. "Wait, Y/N? As in Y/N who used to stay with my family because her parents were away?"

Your own eyebrows furrowed. You barely remembered that. So how would he know it?

"Wait - Joon?" Your eyes widened and he nodded. You gulped slightly looking up at the tall, dimpled male. He most definitely aged well.

"Y/N!" He pulled you into a hug. "You've changed so much!"

"You have as well Joon! What are you doing in Seoul?"

"I- I'm an idol!" He chuckled. "I thought Aunt said you weren't coming back?"

"Well here I am." You enjoyed the embrace, feeling your heart pound against your chest. He chuckled.

"We have so much to catch up on." He mumbled quietly as he held you close. You smiled nodding.