BTS AMBW Imagines.

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someone asked me to make a pt.2 but about how they met...@lissabbu thank you for requesting!

"Hey babe," you asked from your boyfriend's bed. He hums and looks up from his white carpeted  floor. Namjoon invited you over for a study date. You, of course, wanted to do something else but in the end your beautiful nerdy boyfriend was someone you wanted to please...damn his adorable smile and deep dimples. "Do you remember how we met?" A blush spreads upon Namjoon's face as he quickly sits up and was met by your curious brown eyes. 

"Ah, a-actually I do...wae?" Your eyebrows furrowed as you leaned over his bed slightly and push up his glasses. 

"Shut the hell up and speak English," His eyes widen as he place a hand onto your check. 

"N-no I'm sorry...I meant why?"  You smiled and tapped a spot next to yours on his bed. 

"Come up here, my baby. I want a story." Namjoon immediately  shakes his head. 

"You know how we met...we don't exactly have the most romantic first meeting and I don't want to talk about it." He mumbles as he leans back down to the floor and picks up a pencil. You roll your eyes. 

"Oh...so you think our story some depressing teen story?...my bad let's just work then." You mumbled as you picked up your packet and flipped to the next page. RM heart stings once he heard your sadden voice. He sighs loudly and sweeps his schools supplies into one neat pile. 

"F-Fine..." He widen as he scoot some of your things away and sat on the bed. A smile slowly creeps onto your face. 

"Ah-and this is why I should be an actor." Namjoon gives you a deadpanned look. 

"Scoot over you ass," He playfully pushes you and wraps an arm around your waist. You instantly place your head onto his chest. 

"Now start before I fall asleep, you tall ass teddy bear." Namjoon chuckles as he plays with the ends of your curl. 

Junior year...

"Did you hear about Kim Namjoon?" You shut your locker and looked at your friend.

"Um...I don't think so. Why?" Your friend eyebrows raised. 

"Seriously? He's like the talk of the school right now," You clutched your textbooks closer to yourself. 

"How come-hey! watch it ass hole!" A tall lanky boy bumped into you making your school items fall. The boy looked at you through his thick black glasses. You take a step back as his slightly red nose and eyes. Was he crying? 

"I-I'm s-sorry." He bends over and picks up your books. You take note of his shaken form and slightly bruised arm. He hands you your books, you were about to thank him but your friend stepped in front of you. 

"Yeah, you tall freak just because everyone hates you doesn't mean you can put your anger towards everyone else, Kim Namjoon." The boy, who is named Namjoon, eyes widen as his black hoodie-which you now noticed that he was wearing-fell of his face. Exposing his dyed locks and a dark wound on his tan skin. 

Namjoon freezes up. A crowd began to form as your friend places her hands onto her waist with a slight smirk. She seemed proud of herself, verbally hurting someone who's being bullied...for being himself? You felt your anger took over you as you watched his pink lips quiver. This took you back to freshman year but this time you were in Namjoon's spot. You can still hear the words the girls spat at you, the same friends you are friends with now, you pushed her out of the way making her fall onto the ground. She looks up at you confused. 

"What the hell, (Y/N)? Are you on your period or something?" You ignored her and turned to see if Namjoon was okay but once you did he was gone. "(Y/N)? Can you hear me?"