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The day of our dinner finally arrived. After Namjoon dropped the question, I stood there speechless. We talked the day I helped him, eventually exchanging numbers. The week prior, we haven't seen each other face to face, we just communicated via phone. There we talked about ourselves, tidbits of what we did that day and other shenanigans.
I finally regained my senses when I saw him rub the back of his neck. He had a nervous look on his face and then I remembered all those nights that we would just talk and lose the world.
Gently tugging his hand and smiling, "Yes, I would like to have dinner with you Namjoon."
He gave me a smile that displayed his dimples and I felt my heart start to pound in my chest. His stance visibly relaxed and I felt happy. "You won't regret it Y/n. I'll call you later to tell you when and where."
"Okay, I'll be waiting," I breathily replied.
What is the man doing to me? I have never reacted like this before.
Satisfied, Namjoon went for the door when he stopped and turned around. He stood there a few seconds and came back to me. I tilted my head up when I felt his lips on mine. It was a chaste kiss but I felt something just click. He leaned back, a faint smile graced his lips and left me standing there.
Well that's one way to leave a girl hanging.
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Getting to the accord place wasn't hard to find. Seeing the place, I now know why Namjoon said that I couldn't possibly miss the building. The apartment complex was a deep blue, while the other two were a blinding yellow and light green. The eccentric designs and colors of the building made me think of popsicle.
I made my way to his apartment, nerves completely gone haywire. I made my way to the elevator and recalled that he lives on the third floor. My mind was going at 100 thoughts per second.
What if we don't click in person? Am I doing the right thing by coming here? Why didn't we go to a restaurant? What if he's a kidnapper?
The ding of the elevator interrupted my thoughts and I stepped in, pressing the button marked 3. As I watched the numbers go up, I took deep breaths, trying to erase those negative thoughts and just relax. The elevator door open and I stepped out, looking for the door that marked 6.
After searching —there was only two other doors— I found the one. Running my hands down my cardigan, trying to make myself feel better or to get the nonexistent wrinkles out...it was probably both.
Letting out a long breath, I knocked twice on the door. Fiddling with my necklace, I realized that this was the first time in two years that I'm actually looking forward to. Thousands of memories swarmed my mind and I suddenly missed him.
This day was the beginning of a new chapter for me and I knew that I couldn't let the past affect it. Just as controlled my emotions the door opened, I was about to greet Namjoon when I stopped. There at the threshold was a blonde guy that was most definitely not Namjoon.
"Hey! You must be Y/n. We have heard so much about you!" The stranger enthusiastically greeted and motion for me to enter.
Who is this man and where in the tarnation is Namjoon?!
