FOR YOU [Kim Namjoon X Male Reader]

O N E

( Y / n ) ' s P O V

「I'm so glad to get off that godforsaken plane! The man behind me put his feet up and he wasn't wearing socks and his feet flipping stunk! I'll probably have jet-lag later but for now I might as well enjoy myself.」
The wheels of my baby blue suitcase made rhythmic clicking sounds as they pass over the white tiles of the airport. I'm sure I'll enjoy it here in Seoul; I came here as an English teacher to teach students. My knowledge on the Korean language was pathetic and my knowledge of the culture was even worse. Though I watched a couple of videos on the plane, all I learnt is that Korean people are hot on manners and that if in doubt - bow.

  I briefly looked out the window to see it raining. I might as well buy an umbrella if I'm going to be staying here for a while. I spot a lady with her hair tied up, wearing a navy blue uniform in the airport shop.

'안녕하세요, 무엇을 도와 드릴까요?' The woman behind the counter spoke, smiling in a friendly manner.
'Um... I don't speak-' I felt so rude.
'Oh English? Sorry, how can I help you?' She smiled again, and bowed slightly.
'It's fine! Um, could I please an umbrella?' I fiddled with my fingers, hoping she would understand.

'Ah yes, that'd be ₩2220.20.' My eyes went wide for a second until I remembered that Won was different to (Euros/Dollars/Pounds). I had to shuffle my bag around my body to open it in order to find my wallet.

'H-here, I hope that's the right amount...' I shifted my weight from foot to foot, while fiddling with my coat sleeve.

'Yes, here you go.' She handed me a plain white umbrella and a couple of notes, I assumed as change.

'Thank you!' Flustered, I bowed at an almost 90 degree angle. I heard the woman chuckle a little, the tips of my ears felt warm so I just began to walk away, with my head down.

T H I R D  P E R S O N

(Y/n) shielded his face with his hands, his face was as bright as a tomato. He knew it would take a while to get used to Korean manners and etiquette, but he didn't expecting to mess up so soon. The boy was so embarrassed that he didn't really pay much attention to what was going on. The man who stood behind him in the queue noticed his flustered state; the man could tell he wasn't accustomed to being in Korea. He chuckled a little.  The man in question had just returned from a trip to (Your Country) in order to improve his English, even though he was practically fluent from teaching himself. The man was entertained by (Y/n)'s little accident and decided he would follow him a little, not in a creepy way, it wouldn't seem like that, it would just look like he was going to the same exit as (Y/n).

While walking (Y/n) got his new umbrella out of his bag, accidentally knocking his wallet out of it at the same time. He quickly stopped walking and retraced his steps through the bustling crowd in order to retrieve his wallet. The man who was not far behind him picked up the wallet in curiosity. Opening the leather  flap the man took notes. 'So his name was (Y/n) (L/n) huh? Only 22? That's young, wow he looks so cute in his picture!' The man realized what he was doing and blushed a little, closed the wallet and then started to walk forward to return the wallet to (Y/n). Only to stumble on something and end up falling on someone.

'정말 미안해!' The man exclaimed while getting up to bow politely.

'I'm really sorry I wasn't looking where I was going!' (Y/n) scuttled to his feet, ready to bow again.

Both men bowed and their heads hit with an ungodly thump.

'Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!' (Y/n) apologized, slightly bowing each time.

'아야! Wait- (Y/n)?' The man held his hand to his head but then realized who he had bumped into. And he realised that his lips looked more kissable in person, he looked so innocent and frail.

'Y-yeah that's me...wait is that my wallet you're holding?' The younger boy grabbed the wallet quickly and checked, it was his. He looked up at the older man, who held his hand to his forehead. 'Why do you know my name?'

'I looked in the wallet to see who's it is, and you have a picture of you in there. Sorry if it was invasive...' The man bowed slightly, and smiled. (Y/n) had a small heart attack when he saw the mans dimples. 'My names Namjoon by the way!' He held his hand out for a handshake, which (Y/n) didn't take any notice of and kept staring at his dimples.

'Oh well I'm (Y/n) but you already know that I guess...' (Y'n) realized he was staring at took Namjoon's hand in his own and shook. 'So, uh, thanks for getting my wallet and sorry for bumping into you... I'll go now.'

'A-actually, I guess you didn't know because you're foreign, but if you cause someone a hassle it's polite to o-offer them a meal.' Namjoon was interested in knowing more about (Y/n) so he decided to twist the truth just a little so that he could spend more time with him.

'O-oh really? Sorry I didn't realize, I can't really offer for tonight since I'm going to be b-busy settling in but if you give me your phone number I could invite you at a later date? (Y/n) blushed at the thought of being in a restaurant at a table for two with Namjoon, even though he'd only just met him.

'Okay!' Namjoon smiled, the return of his glorious dimples. He was so happy that you had agreed to going out to a meal with him let alone ask for his number. 'It's ***** ******'

'***** *******... got it! Thanks Namjoon, I'll text you later tonight okay?' The younger male saved his contact as 'Namjoon 🐘 ' to which the older male secretly chuckled.

'Okay, I look forward to it.' Namjoon winked and began to walk away. (Y/n)'s face was now a hundred times hotter than it was before  'Did he just wink at me?' He stood there and thought, blushing.

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1085 words.
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It's out! I'll try to keep RM as in character as possible. Sorry if the POVs are a little odd, I'm experimenting with layout and style at the moment.

I was actually supposed to be revising for exams while writing this but oh well!

I hope you enjoy this story

- Oliver ♡