The Idol In My Living Room

Part 4: A Night To Remember

"I said I'll punch if you if you pat my head again!"

"I'd like to see that."

"Do you want to sleep on the balcony?" I say taking my gloves off and facing him. Namjoon is trying to suppress his laugh. I cross my arms in front of my chest and looked at him with a poker face, the same way I do when I'm dealing with a difficult 8-year-old. But, here I am at barely 5 feet tall trying to stare down someone who could be on a basketball team. I press my lips together until neither of us can't take it anymore and we burst out laughing.

"I'm serious!!" I say in between laughs.

"Okay, okay, you win." He says putting his hands up. "I'm going to shower!"

He sprints out of the kitchen and I find it hard to believe that I'm not living in an alternate reality 1Q84 style. He treats me like a friend but we've known each other for a couple of hours. Is it because I'm his fan and I probably know too much about him?  Or is it because I'm complete stranger who will cease to exist once he goes back to his old life? 

"Eleanor" Namjoon yells from the bedroom. 

"Yes!" I respond in Korean. There's no way this is happening in real life, is it? 

"I brought you tteokbokki, it's on the living room table," he says. 

"Thank you, Namjoon!"  Whatever this is, I might as well enjoy it. I think to myself while putting my worries away and happily diving into the tteokbokki.

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A week later and I'm still not convinced that this is my reality but here we are. Namjoon and I get along pretty well as roommates. Who would've thought? Most of the time we're just working in silence or talking about books and movies while we have dinner. He told me he started working on his music again which made me happy but at the same time sad. I know this has to end at some point but does it have to be so soon? 

Namjoon gets out of the shower, I'm screaming at an episode of Master Chef. 

"You okay?" He's wearing grey shorts and a black long-sleeve shirt. Water drops are rolling down his neck, Namjoon takes the towel resting on his shoulder and starts drying his hair. 

"This dude is playing it safe and of course it backfired. Now he's going to the elimination round." I paused the show and close the laptop.

"If only he had listened to you."

"Yes, because I'm always right," I say giving him the side-eye and he chuckles. I get up and walk past him to go to the bedroom but he grabs my arm. To my surprise, his hands are warm and delicate, but big enough to wrap around my forearm. He lets go immediately.

"Can I borrow your hairdryer?"

"Yeah, sure," I say after a second.

Get it together, girl.

I go to the bathroom and bring the hairdryer and a brush.

"Thought you would need this too."

"Ahh, you're a lifesaver." He smiles.

A few minutes later, okay more like an hour, Namjoon knocks on the bedroom door while I'm still battling to put on with the necklace. I keep missing the hook every time.

"I'm almost done!!"

"Can I come in?"

"Go ahead"

It's starting to get chilly at night so I'm wearing this flowy, butted-up, long-sleeve shirt, and a denim skirt. Knowing myself, I'm still going to be cold but I needed to look cute...for the concert of course. Namjoon's head pops up from behind the door.