The Childhood Friend || Kim Namjoon ✔️

Chapter 3: Project

Another pillow thrown to my face, like every morning. "Hey! Get up! You're going to Big Hit today!" analyn chirps excitedly. Wait, she didn't say get up sunshine or get up your ass.

I immediately hop out of bed. "I'm going to Big Hit today!" I shake analyn violently like she had done the day before. She points the closet, saying I need to get ready. I smile and rush to get ready.

Pulling on my badge, I bid analyn goodbye and walk out the door. Maybe I'll see him, maybe I'll see namjoon.

I reach the underground parking and show the guard my badge. She nods and opens the gate, continuing to read her novel.

Closing my car door, I approach the elevator. I get in when I hear a girl frantically yelling to hold it. I pull my arm in front of the sensor and wait.

The girl stops at a sudden halt and comes into the elevator casually. "I'm so sorry! Thank you so much." she thanks. That's when I notice the badge. She has the same as mine.

"Are you from the university?" I ask, staring up a conversation. She smiles and nods. "You're here for the project too?"

I nod and smile back at her. "What are you doing for the project?" I ask casually. "I'm an intern for a manager."

"Oh I'm taking photos at the dance studio." I shrug. Hers sounds much more interesting than mine. "Hey maybe we'll meet some idols." she nudges my shoulder wiggling her eyebrows, making me laugh.

"Hey this is my floor. What's your name?" she asks curiously. "Y/n." I respond. She shakes my hand and walks out of the elevator. She got my name but I didn't receive hers. I guess if I want to see her again then I can just ask for the other student here.

I walk out and find my way to the room I am in. When I enter a few people stand there. One turns and smiles. "Ah! Y/n is here." a woman smiles brightly.

"Isn't she the photographer for the boys?" a man asks

"Yes she is." she responds to the man. He nods and leaves with the other man besides him.

"Hi! I'm Jia! It's so nice to meet you." she shakes my hand roughly. "I'm y/n as you probably know."

She laughs. "So just some rules. When the boys are practicing professionally stay behind the tape." I glance around the large white room and notice the tape surrounding it. "When they aren't practicing professionally, you can ask them for photos. They are kind so they shouldn't have a problem with it." I nod and let her continue. "You can take photos of them while they're not dancing. Show what they do before, after, even during break. I don't mind." she finishes. I nod and smile.

She walks over to a table, showing me camera supplies. There has to be at least 5 cameras sitting here. "Use all of them. I want you to feel comfortable so if you are ever hungry or tired than tell one of the staff. They know who you are." she still smiles. I just keep nodding, not knowing if she's done.

"The boys will be here in about-" she is cut off my fits of laughter coming in through the door. I turn my head to see 7 attractive men come in through the door.

"Hey Jia!" one calls. She smiles and responds with a hello.

"Boys, I'd like you to meet Y/n. She is the photographer here to take pictures of you, the girl we talked about. Y/n meet BTS." she confirms. They bow and say hello with warm smiles. She shoves me roughly to them. "Make her feel welcomed. I want you guys to have more friends. Take this opportunity." she whispers low. I raise an eyebrow but just sit where she placed me.

She waves a goodbye and leaves. I turn to the boys and sigh. "Hi. I'm y/n." I smile kindly, holding out my hand.

One pushes down my hand and I furrow my eyebrows. I'm about to ask if it made them uncomfortable but the one that had out down my hand hugs me.

I am shocked. It was so sudden. He pulls away. "I'm hoseok or my stage name, J-hope." he smiles kindly. Aww he's so cute.

"This is Seokjin or Jin, Taehyung or V, just jungkook, just Jimin as well, Yoongi or suga, and last namjoon our leader known as rm." he points to each member. Oh my gosh, it's namjoon.

"Hey I'm namjoon." he holds his hand out to me. I take it cautiously. He doesn't remember me. Have I changed that much?