Namjoon fanfic about best friends who have no idea they're meant for each other. Well. Daeji doesnt. Namjoon has been her best friend since they were small. Of course that idea hasn't even crossed her mind. To her, he would always be her intelligent...
Kind of a short filler chapter. The next couple will be longer for sure!
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Daeji's perspective
My alarm clock screeches and makes me fly out of bed. My body hits the floor with a loud thud and I groan as I lay lifeless on the floor. This is what my life has come too. Drool plastered on the side of my face and my hair is a total birds nest. I slump to the alarm clock and unplug the cord angrily from the wall. I hate mornings!
You would think, 17 years of waking up at the same time but yet my enemy is the dreaded alarm clock. I walk over to my closet and pick out an oversized grey crew neck with a pair of black leggings. After washing up, I throw my grey beanie on and grab my backpack look down at my flashing phone.
Two missed calls from:
Namjoon🐨😎
Three texts 💬
6:25
I'm here! 💜
6:35
Oh my god you're not even up yet! 🧐
6:40
My moms going to kill me if I get a tardy! WAKE UP 🤬🤬
I chuckle and run downstairs so Namjoon doesn't have a heart attack. I glance outside and I see his black tinted Jeep sitting in the driving. His fingertips drumming the steering wheel angrily. He rolls down the window and shouts," GET YOUR ASS IN HERE OR IM PEELING OFF."
I scurry to the car and laugh hilariously.
"I'm sorry Namjoon you know mornings are difficult for me!"
"Look, if I get a tardy I'm going to put you in a headlock! Let's go!" He shouts. He reaches over to pull my seatbelt over my lap and I smack his hand.
"Hey genius, we'd get there faster if you didn't tuck me in. Thanks dad. " I chortle.
He blushes and shrugs. "I really should of left your ass."
"But you wouldn't dare. You love me!" I sing playfully.
He blushes and you notice the conversation changes suddenly but you don't suspect anything.
"Did you ask your mom about camping yet?" Namjoon questioned.
"Yeah! She said I'm down to go! We leave tomorrow right? What time?" I ask.
"I'll pick you up around 10 am. Also, for the love of god. Set your alarm clock three hours earlier if you have too. We have a schedule to make." He teases.
I shove him playfully and look out the window. We pull up to the dreary high school and both sigh simultaneously. "Here's to another Friday wasted!" I say. He chuckles, opens the door, and gestures for me to get out of the car. I courtesy and say, "Why thank you kind sir!" "Tis' no problem at all madam!" We laugh as we walk arm in arm towards the entrance.
