Forget Me Not✔️

Time to Talk

The next day finally came and you had asked Namjoon what time he wanted to meet up and where. Nova had already left a few hours ago to meet up with Hoseok. You finished drying your hair after taking a quick shower and slipped your hotel-provided cotton robe off, hanging it on a hook in the bathroom. You squeezed your legs into your favorite pair of grey, ripped skinny jeans and a black ZZ Top tank top. You were almost done getting ready, and it was nearly time for you to head out when you heard your phone buzz.

Moving to sit on the bed, you checked the screen.

Hey! Sorry to ask this. But do you think you'd mind meeting me at my dorm? I'm trying to finish up some last minute work related things. - Namjoon 

Yeah, sure. I'll head that way now. You sent back before shoving your feet into your sneakers. You slipped on a light, thin cardigan and went to grab your bag and head outside to hail a cab.

Thank you~ - Namjoon He replied back as you headed out of your hotel room.

Quickly finding a cab, you gave them the directions you had written down in your phone and headed off. You leaned your head on the cool glass, your breath making the window fog up. You watched life move around you, this was the first time you had been all by yourself in some time. The drive to Namjoon's studio wasn't very far, but it gave you time to breathe.

Before long, you were pulling up to the front of the large complex and, now that the sun was out, you were able to see the top of the enormous skyscraper. It almost touched the clouds, and the sleek silver building mocked the others around it with its splendor.

Instantly you felt out of place. The last time you were here, it was in the middle of the night and there wasn't a soul around save for the receptionists. People milled about now, business men and women in expensive suits passed you. You were surprised that none of them looked down their noses at your ripped jeans and see through cardigan. You tread lightly, feeling like if you took one wrong step and bumped into something you'd be in debt 1.7 million.

The white color scheme of the room wasn't nearly as blinding now that your eyes didn't have to adjust from pitch black darkness. Quickly wandering through the lobby, you headed up in the elevator to their apartment door and knocked a few times before waiting patiently for someone to answer.

The door soon opened and Jin stuck his head out.

"Oh! Y/N! Come in." He beamed down at you, pulling the door open wider to let you inside.

You offered him a large smile and your thanks before stepping inside. "You look so handsome, Jin." You decided to comment on his professional attire. He was wearing a pair of sleek black slacks and his white dress shirt was tucked into them, the top three buttons undone to hint that he was still getting dressed when you arrived. The shirt was just tight enough to show off his swimmer's body - Namjoon had told you that the man was athletic - but not so tight that it left nothing to the imagination.