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...
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Namjoon's perspective
It's the day to leave to camp and deciding whether I need my cardigans on this camping trip or just plain old white tee's was the worlds biggest stressor. I love dressing up when I can but I decide to mix in a couple outfits of comfort for good measure. I loved taking pride in my appearance. First impressions were so important! Also, who knew fashion could be so fun?
I finished packing and puts my items by the door. I glance up at the clock. 8:15. I groan. Cursing the natural early bird I was and now I had so much time left to kill. I was tossing and turning and didn't get much sleep last night.
This whole trip made me a little nervous now that Daeji was coming. I was excited but also nervous to share such a special place with her. I loved how creative the cabin allowed me to be. So many songs came from there and I was too shy to ever show them to you.
I looked around and decided to sit in front of my keyboard and play with some chords for inspiration. I start with a G Chord and smile as the sweet melody fills my ears. My heart beats fast as the happy notes bring up good memories of Daeji and I. I remember back to the time I went to the amusement park with you and I won her a stuffed panda. She was so happy that night and exhausted from all the spinning rides she wanted to go on. She walked past a game booth and saw the huge panda and practically begged you for it. You tried your hardest to get the oversized panda and when you landed the winning strike she screamed so loud! She carried it around the amusement park proudly even though it towered over her. You offered to hold it many times but her stubborn spirit always refused. The next chord you played was an E major chord.
You grin as you remember how beautiful she looked when she was sleeping in the car on the way home. Probably exhausted from carrying the panda. You gripped onto it and cuddled it still in your sleep. So peaceful, so delicate. The way your hair fell in your face made you look angelic. I couldn't take my eyes off of you that night. I sighs as my heart skips a beat.
I lean down jotting down notes in my binder. Playing with the repetition of the Gmajor chord and E major. Throwing in a C chord for shits and giggles. I gasp creating a beautiful melody. My aha moment! I crack open my laptop and throw some kicks and snares into the mix. I record the beat over the chords and out flows the greatest creation I've made. You being my muse made it all the more beautiful.
