Epiphany - Namjoon au

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August 20 - Monday

I really hope Namjoon's friends are going to let me come over because right now an anxiety free dinner sounds amazing. The dorm food wasn't bad but it wasn't great either, it was basically like American school lunch every night.

I am currently sat on my floor, my back rested against my bed, trying to figure out my math homework. I didn't get homework from any of my other teachers seeing as it was the first day of school, but I guess my math teacher couldn't wait to make me suffer.

"What is y to the power of b divided by the product of x and c?" I threw my pencil on to my paper. "I don't know! How the freak would I know!" I yelled staring at my math book. I was going to try again but my phone dinged from a text and which would I rather do check a text or calculus?

Unknown:

Hey Nanni, it's Namjoon.

Address?

Me:

Hola.

*address*

Namjoon:

Wow let's slow down I can barely

speak english spanish will have to wait.

Me:

Usted no habla espanol?

Just kidding. What time are you picking me up?

Namjoon:

30 minutes

That okay?

Me:

Si

I threw my phone toward my bed not checking if it made it there safely as I closed my calculus textbook. I'd ask Hoseok how to do it during lunch tomorrow, hopefully he knows what he's doing. I walked to the bathroom to make sure I still looked presentable, big shocker I still looked as slightly appealing as before. I ran a brush through my hair quickly before brushing my teeth. I realized after the fact that I'd be eating so brushing my teeth is pointless but it's a nervous habit whenever I meet new people the last thing I want is bad breath. I didn't think they expected me to change so I didn't. Flopping on my bed I scrolled through my social medias. It was amusing how all the popular kids managed to take a group picture every year on the first day of school. Popular kids are like a weird high school cult, they all seem to know each other, they only date each other, and they only ever sit or talk to each other no one else. I don't know why I followed the people that I do, maybe it's envy that they have friends to post pictures of. I've always been so consumed with school, family, and my dreams I never made friends. It never use to bother me until now when I have no one texting me asking me about all the gossip and drama going on back home. Now that I'm taken out of the situation I realize how pathetic my social life is in America and how in Korea my first day I have made 5 friends and I'm eating dinner with them tonight.

I feel giddy, like a little kid going on a playdate, when I get into Namjoon's car. His car isn't the type of car I expected from him but yet again I don't know enough about him to actually expect anything. He drove a sleek black BMW, it definitely wasn't cheap.

"Hey, so when we get there Seokjin hyung might be out getting the food but Yoongi hyung will be there." Namjoon said as he peered over his shoulder to switch lanes. He drove fast, it was fun, he drove like me. He always stayed at least 5 miles over the speed limit and was always tapping at the wheel when people were going to slow.