You're My Only Girl || NAMJOON

six

(Namjoon POV)

-Beep, beep-

I groaned. My eyes were still shut. My ears were still listening to that annoying sound.

-Beep, beep-

Just- Just five more minutes... please. 

-Beep, beep-

I quickly sat up.

"Shut the fuck up, alarm!" I yelled from the top of my lungs.

I smashed my hand against it, making it stop.

I let out a big "Ughhh!" and looked at the clock:

5:45

I realized, it was my first day back at BigHit.

I felt excited and not excited at the same time.

I got up and got ready. My eyes were attacked by the bright bathroom light as I turned it on. I shielded my eyes as I waited for them to dilate.

I did my morning stuff. I freshened up for the day, threw on some layers from the chilliness of Seoul, and didn't forget my beanie. I was too lazy to fix my hair, but this was the only solution.

6:00 is what my clock had read. I had enough time to go to the coffee shop I went to yesterday before work.

I packed my things in my bag and went to my car.

I could see my breath as I exhaled. I could feel that these layers allowed the coldness to get through, therefore, I was shivering.

I went in my car and turned on it's heater.

"Aish, jinjja. (Ugh, come on.) It's so damn cold!" I said as I rubbed my arms to make them warmer.

I drove to the coffee shop and quickly went inside to get something hot.

"Next, please!" the cashier said. "Hi, what can I-"

She stopped and stared at me.

"A-Are you Kim Namjoon?"

"No, I'm not, sorry."

"Are you sure? You look exactly like him."

I touched my face. My eyes widened. You know why?

I had no mask.

"Shit." I whispered quietly to myself. "N-No. Mianheyo. (Sorry.)" I said to her.

"Hmm. Okay. Whatever you say. What would you like to order?"

"Can I get an Americano, please?"

I payed her in cash so my card wouldn't be seen.

She quickly turned around and made the coffee very quickly. I remember when Bangtan was still together, that we had a V-Live episode of us as coffee baristas. Of course, I messed mine up. Really bad.

"Here you go, Mr. Kim Namjoon. Welcome back to Seoul." she said as she gave the coffee to me.

"That's not my name, I'm sorry, but, thank you." I replied.

I quickly went back to my car and hoped that no one would recognize me.

I put the cup in the cup holder and dug through the glove compartment of the car hoping there would be an extra mask in there.

Aha! There was.

But it was pink.

Dammit. Should I still wear it? It does NOT go with what I'm wearing today. Aish...