Sixteen || Kim Namjoon

Chapter 7.

Yoomi's POV (이 유미) ;;

Oh. My. God.
Namjoon. Just. Hugged. Me...

I slide my back down the door as i sit on the floor, i hug my knees tight. My face was bright red and I couldn't help but smile like an idiot.

It was just a meaningless hug to him i bet but to me, it was everything! I giggle and i put my head on my knees as I recollect what happened.

His tight grip on me, his soft warm breath on my ear and him whispering me a goodnight!
"Aish, yoomi, you are fangirling over a man you met and barely know!" I say to myself.
"But he is just so... cuttteeeeee," i squeal!

I get up off my floor and go to the bathroom where i change my clothes and get ready for bed.

After, i sit on my bed and get a notification on my phone.

???: hello yoomi, it's me namjoon! I got home safe, how are you? :)

I start to giggle like a kid when i see the text. I instantly save his contact and name him
"Namjoonie💗"

Yoomi: hi namjoon! I'm glad you're home safe! I'm good, how are you?

Namjoonie💗: I'm great! Just getting ready to go to bed but i want to talk to you.

My heart flutters at his message.

"Namjoonie💗 requests a facetime"

"Huh?!!!" I say as i fall off my bed.
"No no no! I look horrible!" I say as i run to my mirror and fix my hair. Finally when i am kinda happy about how i look, I answer his call.

"Great! I thought you wasn't going to answer," he chuckles. I blush.
"Of course I would've answered," i smiled. I put my phone on my desk as i sit down on my bed. I slightly yawn and rub my eyes.

"Oh shit, i forgot you have school tomorrow, you should rest!" Namjoon quickly says. I shake my head.
"No, no! I like talking to you namjoon, it's a change for once," i say.
"What do you mean?" He asks.
"Atleast i have someone to talk to, it often gets lonely," i say putting my head down.

"Well then, I'll keep you company!" He says as i look at the screen. Him smiling like an angel.

We talk for about 2 hours. I learn alot about him. He is 24, he likes writing and reading. He is surprisingly very good at english! Like very good. But his British accent impersonation however does need slight work.

"Shot op malfoy," he says.
"We don't talk like that in England," i giggle.
"We dont tulk like dat in england," he mimicks.
"Stop it!" I say.
"Stup it!" He teases.
"Namjoon i am warning you,"
"Namjun i am warnin ya!" He laughs.

"You are so annoying," i laugh.
"You love it!" He smiles.

Yes. Yes i do.

I don't reply to him though.
We stare at eachother in silence.
"You have very beautiful eyes," namjoon says. My eyes widen at his comment.
"Th-thank you..." i whisper.

I yawn again but this time its much longer indicating that i need to go to bed if i want to wake up for school on time tomorrow!

"Yoomi-ssi, please go to bed, you will wake up late for school tomorrow! Anyways i have to go and complete some work of mine," namjoon smiles.
"I really don't want to go to bed," i laugh slightly as i put my hands through my hair.
"Me neither! Talking to you was amazing! You make me feel so calm and happy and just in a better mood! You did that!" He smiles.

I blush.
"You... you made me feel way less lonely than I usually do," i say.
"I'm glad i do, please yoomi go to bed, I'll see you tomorrow? Hopefully?" He says. I nod, smiling like a goof ball.