BTS OneShot Collection

It's Me Again, Namjoon (BangMon) FLUFF

The streets were pretty empty as Yongguk walked casually along the sidewalk. He whistled a gentle tune to himself as he checked his watch. Just a couple minutes remained until midnight. Yongguk rounded a corner and smiled softly as he spotted an object that was like a close friend to him. It was a phone booth. As he stepped over to the phone booth, Yongguk pulled a pair of black gloves out of his pocket and slipped them on. With his hands protected against leaving any fingerprints, he opened the phone booth and entered, closing it.

Yongguk grabbed the phone and dialed a number he had memorized weeks ago. This number was always circling through his mind. Calling it every night brought him such pleasure and joy. He couldn't stop smiling as he listened to the ringing, his heart leaping when the call was answered."It's me again, Namjoon." There was no response on the other end, but he could hear the faint sound of Namjoon's breaths."I know it's you, Namjoon."

"Why do you keep calling me?" Namjoon asked, sounding utterly confused, possibly also intimidated by Yongguk's deep voice.

"I like to hear your sweet voice." Yongguk knew that he was obsessed. He knew he was harassing Namjoon, but that didn't matter. He would make this call every night just to indulge himself in the voice of his beloved.

"Who are you?" Namjoon always asked this question, but he never received an answer.

Yongguk chuckled lowly."You don't know me, Namjoon, but I know you." He smiled with pure happiness as he heard the call end, knowing Namjoon just hung up on him. There was a word for Yongguk. Stalker. He knew what he was. He didn't care. He loved Namjoon. From a distance.

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Namjoon didn't know what to do. He kept getting calls from a man he didn't know. How did that man get his number? Why did that man call him every night? It was creepy. That man's deep voice sent shivers up Namjoon's spine. It freaked him out. Not only that, but it also made him feel weird to think that the man's deep voice was actually rather sexy. But he shouldn't be thinking that his stalker was sexy. That was too unnerving.

As he sat alone in his living room, Namjoon stared at the phone. His stalker always called the landline, never his cellphone. That made it even creepier because his landline didn't have caller ID. His stalker must know that, surely. Had his stalker been in his house? Maybe his stalker looked through his windows? That thought had occurred to Namjoon before, so he had thick curtains over every window.

Breaking the silence within the house, Namjoon's phone rang at exactly midnight, yet again, startling him from his thoughts. Perhaps it would be a good idea to not answer the phone. Maybe his stalker would leave him alone if he stopped answering. Against his better judgment, Namjoon grabbed the phone and pressed the button to answer the call, moving the phone to his ear.

"It's me again, Namjoon." spoke that sexy, deep voice. There was a pause of silence, neither of them speaking for a few seconds."I know it's you, Namjoon." These same lines were spoken every night. The deep-voiced man knew Namjoon lived alone. He knew Namjoon would be the only one to answer the phone."Are you naked?"

Namjoon's expression twisted at the inappropriate question. He heard his stalker chuckle, like this was so amusing for him. Not saying anything back to his stalker this time, Namjoon just hung up, setting down the phone. This was becoming too much for him. These calls were really giving him the chills.

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Namjoon couldn't take it anymore. In the afternoon, he went to the police station to report the harassment. He had never reported it before because he didn't think the police would actually do anything about the calls since his stalker never said anything that might indicate violence or a threat of any kind. Still, it was becoming too much for Namjoon to handle on his own.