||You're Not Crazy|| NamjoonxReader

4 || Dream

I make my way to the kitchen where everybody was at. "Yes?" I ask politely. Mom gives me a stern look. My friends looked away awkwardly at the floor or at the wall.

"Who was at the door?" Her arms were folded over her chest, a well known look. I looked back at the door. "And why did you suddenly go to the garage? Did you forget that we moved the extra items to the basement?" She raises her eyebrows.

"It was just some dude wanting to sleep in the garage. I told him to leave and he did. I just went to double check everything was locked and secure." I half chuckle. Mom just nods and Jungkook frowns.

"Why would he want to sleep in your garage?" He airs the question that everybody must be thinking. I shrug.

"Who knows?" Seokjin replies with a sigh. "Come on. Let me take you guys home. I don't want you guys to get in trouble." He grabs his back pack and leads them out of the house. We say our farewells for the night and departed our own ways.

"Night, Eomma." I wave slightly and she wishes me good dreams. I can because I have a dream catcher above my dreams. I got it on my third birthday. I couldn't sleep with out it.

I climb into bed with black shorts and a white shirt for pajamas. I made sure the windows and the curtains were closed before turning off the lamp. I look back at the window and almost scream. I thought I some kind of figure of a shadow.

Turns out it was just a bird or bat of some kind flying past. I quickly close my eyes and counted sheep.

I'm in a tree. The birds are tweeting in the warm breeze. The leaves swoosh and sway as the wind winds its way through the brown branches. I sigh, opening my eyes at a sound of a male voice. I frown as my eyes land on him.

Kim Namjoon. The boy who bothered me like we were best friends from birth since the first day of school. He was smart and kind....and attractive. I don't know what's wrong with him. Maybe because I know why he truly sees me.

"So, do you like Pepsi or Coke?" His voice tickles my eardrums. I tuck a strand of (h/c) hair behind my ears and deepen my frown.

"Who says I drink pop?" My voice was light and feminine despite my dark persona. Namu, his nickname that I refer to him as only in my mind, just laughs and shakes his head.

He quickly scales the tree and settles into his usual spot. "Who doesn't?" He was silent for a second, gazing up into the emerald canopy. I scoff and roll my eyes.

"Oh yeah, then what's your choice? Pepsi or Coke?" I take a leaf from a near by branch. Namu looks at me with something— a sparkle —in his eye. His dimples could hold a big serving of soup.

"Pepsi hands down. I love it so much, it's practically my blood." He laughs. I give  him a smirk, thinking it was a cold one. But... his face says different.

"So, if I cut you right now, you will bleed out Pepsi?" I joke, sliding the loose piece of hair behind my ear again. Namjoon chuckles and shakes his head.

"Probably." He shrugs with a sigh. "Now, what's your answer?" He directs the question back to me.

"Coke. Unlike you, I choose something that makes life begin." I cast him a sideways glare. The truth is, I don't drink either of them to tell the difference. It's a luxury to even get something that isn't  water.

Namjoon looks offended. "Excuse me, miss," He scoffs jokingly. "I believe you were ripped off with a fake nectar of life. Pepsi is the only true elixir that can grant life, even to a rock." He passionately states.

A laugh escapes my throat and I quickly cover my mouth. What am I doing? Namu smiles wider, deepening his dimples. I jump off the tree branch I was sitting on gracefully.

"Then prove it." I took my chance to get a free pop. Namu jumps off of the tree (ironic) and leads the way with an okay.