BTS AMBW Imagines.

- r m -

Not pt. 3...

 you groaned once you heard your alarm go off. The dread feeling of getting up at five in the morning was doing it's damage, maybe staying up till two in the morning to study for an upcoming test wasn't your best idea but at least you were ready. You yawned as you leaned over you queen sized bed to turn off your very annoying phone. You stretched out your arms as you slid your phone into your hand. You put in your password and looked at all your different notification. Your gray fake nails stopped at a very cute message from your adorable boyfriend. 

Nambaby: Morning, love I finished that comic book i got last night, lit.  

You rolled your eyes at your very cute dork of a boyfriend. 

me: morning, that's good babe. I'll see you in a bit. 

You sighed and made your way to your bathroom getting ready for hell-I mean school. At school you and Namjoon were both seniors in high school he was only a couple of months older than you. You were considered as the popular one. Beautiful, good grades. You had everything but what made people question you was your boyfriend. He was the completer opposite-many couldn't doubt his handsomeness-but he was super nerdy-the teen played with legos-and he was really quiet when it came to his friends and even sometimes you. You don't mind though, you loved your nerdy boyfriend and that's all that matters. 

You kissed your mom's cheek as you head out of the door. Hopping into your car you set your bag into the seat next to you and pulled out your phone. Your fingers clicked as you scrolled down to 'N' and put the call on speaker phone. You set it down and pulled out of your drive way heading towards your boyfriend's house. After three rings he finally answered. 

"Shit, are you on your way?"  You heard him cuss even more and hard thuds throughout the call. 

"Yeah-you're not done are you?" You could hear his nervous chuckles. You pulled into his drive way. 

"No, I'm not but I unlocked the door and I know you didn't eat my mom made us breakfast." You smiled at the thought of his mom making breakfast. Last year-when you two started to talk-his mom didn't like you but the more she got to know you she accepted you as Namjoon's first girlfriend.  

"Alright, you lucky I love your mom's cooking," RM chuckles once more as you hung up the phone. You turned your car off and grabbed your phone. You slammed the door shut and made your way up the stone stairs. Not even knocking-which his family didn't mind-you opened the door and was greeted with the nice smell of Chai tea and pancakes. You took off your shoes and set them nicely by Namjoon's black and white converse. 

"What's up, Rickie?" You ruffled Namjoon's little brothers hair. He giggles slightly and slid you a plate as you sat next to him. 

"Hi! Waiting for Namjoo?" You nod as you took a sip from the tea. 

"Yeah, actually where is he?" You asked as you shoved your mouth with pancakes. He giggles once more and hand you a napkin. 

"He's upstairs cussing again, (Y/N) I hate when he cusses." Rickie's cheeks puffs out as he cross his arms. You stand up and kiss his chubby cheek.

"Well, if it makes you feel better i'll give him a good necking." Rickie nods furiously. "Okay, make sure you're ready so I can drop you off too." That was an another his mother liked about you, how much you cared about RM. The way every morning you would pick Namjoon and Rickie up-you tried teaching Namjoon how to drive but that ended up with you instantly trading seats once he asked where the brakes were-you didn't mind though. You fattened your skirt down and head up the carpeted stairs stopping in front of the very decorated Namjoon room. You opened the door, greeted by Namjoon's extreme curse words. He was standing over his desk looking for something. Your eyebrows furrowed once he said 'where are my damn glasses' your eyes land on his nightstand which consisted of the comic that he mentioned in the text, a lamp, some figurines and his black glasses. You rolled your eyes and picked up his glasses placing them in front of his face.