In which a workaholic and hopeless romantic Kim Namjoon starts chatting with a stranger on a dating app. Little does he know that the person he is talking to is far from a stranger...
Reader x Namjoon/ College AU / Social Media
In any normal situation, you would have stopped and reacted to the phone buzz, pulling out of your pocket to casually check it. But, there was too much coincidental evidence for you to do that. It would've been so easy for Namjoon to link you to the mysterious girl on your profile. Knowing this, you slithered your way back behind the counter, feeling eyes boring into your back. You fought the urge to look behind you.
You quickly got yourself involved in your work, helping customers and making coffees. When you got a free second, you looked Namjoon's way. Engrossed in his work, as usual. This time, though, he had a smile on his face. You couldn't help but smile in return, even though he wasn't even looking your way. You knew he wouldn't.
During a lull in business, you decided to check your phone to see what the buzz was all about. Keeping the phone under the counter and out of eyesight, you were relieved to see that he sent you the message and not one of his possible and probable side chicks.
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Your cheeks flushed red at the sentiment. Were you really having that much of an effect on him?
You typed your reply as quick as you could and didn't think too much of it, trying to get back to working as normal so it wouldn't be so obvious that you were distracted.
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You sighed, slipping the phone back in your pocket, making sure to put it in silent mode this time. You figured he'd probably stop bothering you now.
You served a couple more coffees and periodically looked his way to see what he was up to. To your surprise, the phone was back in his hands, and it seemed like he was typing a message. He smiled down at the phone, almost laughing to himself before setting it back down again, his eyes fixating on the screen.
You were itching to know if the messages were to you, but you fought the urge to check. You didn't want to make it so obvious that you were entirely distracted. You took your place back behind the counter, unable to stop your eyes from veering his way every now and then.
From your observation, you could tell he was looking down at his phone every so often in anticipation of something. You needed to know if he had sent you another message.
