HIM{A Kim Taehyung/V Fanfiction} Book 1

CHAPTER 28: NamNam

    Taehyung glanced at me once he finished. (He had been looking down at the grass.) Some parts if they story he had reached over to grab my hand and squeezed it tightly.
    I wiped my tears and ran my fingers through his hair, he closed his eyes for a moment, as if trying to only focus on the comfort.
    "I had no idea." Was all I could say. "How did you bear with it? The man who had gotten Rasha killed being your first love's brother?"
    He sighed and simply shook his head, opening his eyes to pierce into mine.
    "Don't you remember how I was before we grew close? That's just it, Mei, I didn't bear with it. I couldn't bear with it. Not something that painful and complicated."
    I felt a bit nosy, but I didn't want him to remember anything worse that would hurt him. I wanted to know about his first love. It seemed both me and him were struggling letting go of the people we fell in love with first. But neither of us were ready to come clean about those two people, yet.
     I looked into Taehyung's eyes and then felt my heart spike up. What I seen was his dark brown irises, usually they have no reflection, nothing, except for an occasional glimmer from the sun. But I saw something different.
     There was hope. Content. The beginnings of happinesses. I looked at his lips and noticed a smile forming.
     "Wherever she is," Taehyung said suddenly, wrapping me in his arms. "I hope she's happy and over me, because I'm learning to do the same."
    I leaned my head on his chest, closed my eyes, and smiled.
Our ten minute alarm went off. We both groaned in annoyance as we slid the stop button to the right and stood up.

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It had been a few days or maybe a week since Jin recommend that Namjoon call Jae-hee. It had been on his mind the entire time since. He constantly stared at his phone and always seen her number. It's been years, he never deleted the number.
He had her mother delete his number on her phone during that time, even if he called, she would've probably just take it as a wrong number, and she wouldn't even remember him anyways.
. . . Should he delete her?
Should he finally let go of her? He didn't know. He wasn't sure if he was ready. The thought of him perhaps knowing her was too absurd. Jin has gone mental for a moment, that's it.
He then furrowed his brows. Why on Earth would he have brought her out all of a sudden? Did he see her? How would he know what she looked like? Did he just want to see Namjoon's reaction? To see if he had moved on?
    Namjoon didn't know. It worried him quite a bit. He couldn't figure why Jin decided to bring such a painful memory back into his mind. Did he know him and Taehyung's conversation the other day somehow?
    He pressed delete. A warning message popped up, asking to confirm the deletion. He stared for five seconds, tightly closed his eyes and then pressed the confirm button.
    He needed to forget Jae-hee. He needed to try to forget her. Not only for his good, but for hers as well. She didn't need to remember him.
    He sighed deeply and ran his hand through his hair as anger rushed through him.
    He had stared at the number for so long, for so many years before he began to ignore it, that he had memorized her number. It was now embedded into his brain.
    He growled as he threw his phone against the dorm wall. Some man in the other side of the wall banged on the wall and shouted a complaint. Namjoon mindlessly looked up at the clock. Twelve thirty a.m.. He'd been up way too long worrying, even if he were to call, she'd be asleep. He couldn't possibly call her now.
    He groaned as he slipped his hands down his face miserably. What should he do? What could possibly come out good of this phone call?
    He needed advice. He needed help but had no one to turn to. His friends had all felt uncomfortable hearing about his sad love life, since he doesn't exactly show affection and since the younger him seemed very much different from the person he was now, besides the fact he'd studied a lot.
    He got up from his bed and went to the other side of the room, and picked up his phone, which now had a crack at the corner. He cursed the lousy screen protector and then dialed the number, finally giving in.
    He pressed the call button without hesitation, his heart hurting from the speed it was going. He placed the phone to his ear and listened to the ringing.
    On the fourth ring was when he realized that maybe she didn't even have the same number anymore.
    She could've gotten a new number, a new phone, maybe it was out of service, some other stranger could be using this number, the possibilities were endless.
    Then the most surprising thing happened.
    "Hello?" A sleepy soft coated voice answered.
    Namjoon's eyes widened.
    "H-Hello?" He responded back, his hopes high. "Is this the daughter of miss Han So-Hyun?"
    "This is she." The voice responded, sounding more awake now, a bit curious. "Who is this? Why are you calling in the middle of the night?"
    "I'm not sure if you still don't remember or if you have recovered your memories but," he had to pause to calm himself down. "Do you know the name Kim Namjoon?"
    There wasn't a sound on the other side of the phone. It was silent for the longest time. It was only when he suspected she hung up when he heard something.
    "N . . . NamNam?" She replied back, shock in her whisper.
    He felt a tear slide down his cheek and drip off his chin and let out a soft smile.
    "Yes," He started shaking slightly and tried to control his breath. "It's NamNam."
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    She woke up to her phone ringing, a bit confused as to who could be calling her this late at night. When she looked at the caller ID, the number was unknown, but for some reason, the number seemed familiar to her eyes.
     Because of her strange feeling about the number, she shrugged and answered the phone.
    "Hello?"
    There was a small silence as she wiped her eye and began to wonder if this was a wrong number.
    "H-hello," the voice replied back, "Is this the daughter if Han So-Hyun?"
    "This is she," Jae-hee responded back, now confused. She crossed her arms, a bit suspicious. "Who is this? Why are you calling in the middle of the night?"
    "I'm not sure if you still don't remember or if you've recovered your memories but," there was a short silence and a shaking sigh, "Do you remember the name NamNam?"
    Her eyes widened as she dropped her jaw. She couldn't believe it . . . He actually called her. He finally called her.
    She'd recovered her memories about two years after the incident, and had wanted to tell him so badly that she was sorry. She wanted to tell him her real name, explain everything, but she ha no way of finding him, since he'd moved away. She finally had him back.
     "N . . . NamNam?" She whispered, too shocked to comprehend everything. Her voice was so very quiet. A tear slipped from her eye.
   "Yes," the man on the other side replied, she could here the shake in his breath, "It's NamNam."
    She couldn't believe it, she really couldn't. It was too good to be true. What should she say? What should she do?
    "Why did you call?" She said simply, a bit hurt. "You waited so long, you waited all these years, and didn't even have the nerve to tell me the truth. It wasn't even your fault," she said, getting angry and beginning to cry, "it wasn't even you fault, NamNam. You could have waited, you could have been with me."
    She tried to cover her sobs, but she knew he heard on the other side of phone. He only kept silent for a long time before he finally replied.
    "I'm sorry." He said softly, "I didn't want to hurt you. That was the exact reason I left, but I guess me leaving ended up hurting you, too."
    "Damn right, it did." She said, calming down.
    After the tough greeting, the both of them suddenly felt a bit awkward.
    "Jae-hee," Called Namjoon, a bit nervous, "Do you by some chance . . . Live in Mai-Gi?"
She was silent for a bit, considering whether or not she should tell him. She took a deep breath and finally, she mumbled, "Yes".
There was a small gasp on the phone, confirming Namjoon's hope.
"NamNam, why did you call?" She asked.
"A friend said we might know you, he wanted me to call. I thought about it for a few days and finally I decided I'd go through with it. I needed I find out if we've really seen each other recently. Do you remember what I look like when we were younger?"
She hoped he wouldn't have asked that, because she couldn't remember that part yet. She could only remember the feelings, actions, and events that had happened. Like a story without personal descriptions.
"No," she admitted truthfully, "I can't remember."
    "I see," he said quietly. "Do you think you can remember the reason you came to me that day we met?"
    She suddenly froze with wide eyes. She wasn't sure if it was really him or not, but now that she remembered that one small detail she'd never thought of, her guess was confirmed.
    "N-NamNam," She said to him, her nerves skyrocketing, "I have to go, I'll call you later."
    "Jae-hee?" He asked nervously, "Is everything okay?"
    "Everything's fine." She said, "I'm a bit tired is all, talk to you later."
    He didn't say anything for a while, then he mumbled a short "goodnight" and hung up.
    Jae-hee kept the phone to her ear, then she slowly placed it on the bedside.
    She didn't want to believe it, she really didn't. She placed her hands on her head and rested her elbows on her legs with a deep sigh.
    "What do I do?" She whispered to herself, half sobbing.