Namjoon - a BTS Fanfic

Chapter Five: The Newbie

At work, my boss came up to me and told me that I was going to be training a new employee. I simply worked at a retail store, but I felt greatly honored that he picked me for the job. The employee, he said, was a 19 year old freshman of my college. He said I might have seen her around, but I wasn't sure if I recognized the picture of her on her resume.

Once my boss left, I scurried back to the break room to put my belongings in my locker. I hesitated whether or not to lock up my phone in case someone else sees who I'm texting. If they found out--

I laughed at myself. Nobody that I work with knows BTS. What a shame.

I stuffed my phone (with a BT21 Koya case and all) into my pocket and slammed the locker shut. The second it closed, I jumped back with surprise. A girl was standing behind the door, looking at me with a smile.

"Hey, I'm Satomi," The girl greeted, and stuck out her hand firmly. She had a sing-song voice and a warm, fulfilling presence. Her dark hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, and it swished when she moved in the slightest way.

"Nice to..." I slowly returned the handshake, "...meet you." I didn't know what to say, really. It was just so random for her to jump out of nowhere and greet me. Knowing that she was waiting for me to say something, I resumed my sentence, "I take it you're the newbie that I'm training?"

"Yep. Boss said I should find you in here." 

I nodded silently, not knowing what else to say. I noticed her staring at my pocket. I looked down and my face flushed red. What was she looking at?

"Ah," She breathed, "I see you like BTS?"

I nodded and smiled to myself. "Of course. Do you?"

"You bet. My family lives in Japan so when I visit them, I buy a lot of BT21 items. I love their music too. Yet again, I'm way too broke to go to another concert or a fansign," Satomi chuckled and rest her hand on her neck and awkwardly scratched the back of her head.

Barely acknowledging her, I looked at the clock on the wall and jumped. "I'd love to talk about BTS all day, but I've got to train you..."

"Oh-- of course, yes, let's-- let's get out of-- okay." She slapped her thighs when she released her hand from her neck and scuttled out of the room. For once, I didn't feel like the most awkward person in the room.

On the main floor of the store, my coworker, Matt, was mopping up a spot on the tiled floor. We worked in a large-scale department store that mostly specialized in cheap and sort of cheesy women's clothing. He smiled at me with an over-happy smile, which flashed his pearly, white teeth. If Namjoon hadn't been texting me, I think I would have fallen for Matt.

Satomi was taking in her surroundings as she followed behind me like a lost dog. I explained to her what I did and what she would be doing, and I showed her how to punch in things into the register. She did have prior experience working at a register at a snack shop, but she didn't know how to scan items at all. She was pretty nice. I could tell that she was nervous if she messed up, but I reassured her that everything would be okay even if she made an error.

At lunch, I decided to be kind and invited her to head to a local café with me to grab a sandwich. That was a mistake, indeed.

"So you said we could talk about BTS later, right?" She said in between bites of a panini, "Well, it's later, Laine..."

I smiled but didn't make eye contact with her. Namjoon was texting me. I could see from the small ellipses bubble in the bottom left corner. I'm pretty sure she got a little upset because I was being rude, but it was Namjoon who was texting me. My priorities would change for him.

After a moment of silence, Satomi's phone made a noise, probably signaling she got a text. Almost three milliseconds later, Namjoon's text finally sent.

We looked at each other and laughed, saying what a coincidence that we got a text at the same time with our giggle.

RM: How's Smiley doing? I miss your face. 

I let out a sudden squeal and felt my face go warm. Almost coincidentally, Satomi sighed and covered her hands with her face. Maybe she read bad news...? Ignoring my curiosity, I wrote back to Namjoon eagerly.

L: I'm great but I miss you too :'(

Satomi tapped me on the shoulder almost a second after I replied. 

"You're older than me, so I need some advice."

I locked my phone and looked up at her, "Yeah, sure. What's the problem?"

She sighed and handed over her phone to a message screen. Her index finger was covering up the name at the top. That didn't cover up the other texts, though.

202-555-0198: How's MiMi doing? I miss your face.

My heart stopped beating, and my blood turned cold. I'm pretty sure my jaw fell open too. I stared at it for a long time, then quickly opened up my phone and clicked on Namjoon's contact. I checked the number as quickly as I could. 2-0-2- my stomach sank but I kept going-- 5-5-5-0----

And then Satomi pulled her phone back and let out a huge sigh. Damn it, I couldn't finish seeing the rest of the numbers.

"So now that you've read it, can't you see why I'm stressing so much?" She whined, "So I met him about a few months ago, and he's been ignoring me and then randomly texting me. What am I supposed to say to that? He misses me? Now? Now he says that after he doesn't reply when I triple-texted him???" Satomi sighed once more and collapsed into her arms atop the table. "I don't know what to do-o-o-o." She made her 'do' drawn out like she was begging her mom for something to eat.

I suddenly didn't feel so well. If my suspicion was right... it couldn't be. Was I just dreaming? I pinched myself and felt the pain. Sh*t. I wasn't dreaming. I needed to find out answers.

"Satomi, when and where did you meet him?" I suddenly demanded.

She looked to the side as if she were thinking hard. "Uh, I dunno. Maybe about three months ago? I was in Japan."

"What's his name?"

She sighed, "Well he asked me to call him something different than his actual name..." Then her face flushed red and she started to shuffle in her seat, "I call him..." and it completely looked like she was lying, "Georgie."

Almost a second later, she cringed and let out a fake smile and eventually met my suspicious eyes.

"...Georgie?" I asked, holding back a laugh.

She nodded and lowered her eyes again. "I don't really see how this has to relate to the problem..." 

I immediately stood up and said matter-of-factly, "Satomi, meet me after work at my place. I'll text you the address. We have something to talk about. It's very serious." Then I turned on my heel and quickly darted out of the café and back to my car. I abandoned Satomi in the restaurant. I needed to be alone.

I could hear her jumping out of her chair and yelling for me to come back, as well as the ringtone designated just for Namjoon.

I ignored them both.

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TO BE CONTINUED!

Word count: 1328

Author's note: Heyyyy everyone, I got so many more ideas about this story and I can't wait to get them down. I love you all! Stay tuned <3