I absentmindedly stirred my coffee, watching Seokjin and Jungkook quarreling over whether or not I've lost the new Air pods they just bought me.
"Jungkook, have a bit more faith in your hyung!" The older of the two scolded, his frown deepening into a scowl.
"But he's lost around 41 pairs of Air pods now! How am I supposed to trust him to not lose another pair?!" Jungkook glared at his elder.
I chuckled faintly, enjoying their bickering to the fullest. Fans swarmed against the glass storefront, their loud screaming muffled slightly through the not-soundproof walls. As I swept my glance across each of their faces, I saw her. Her slightly tall figure made her stand out from the crowd, and the brave and caring aura she emanated made me pause and want to devote my full attention to her to better understand that aura. Her pretty doe's eyes were alert and watchful, looking right back into mine. I felt like I was truly seeing for the first time, and everything went misty slightly as if in a dream.
"Hyung, are you... okay?" Taehyung jabbed me a bit too hard in the ribs, earning him a slight frown from me.
"You've stirred the coffee out of the cup, Namjoon-hyung," Taehyung snickered, looking at the small pool of brownish liquid on the well-polished table.
"Oh, sorry." I sighed, soaking it up with an overly lacy napkin lying neatly next to my pink coffee plate.
Bright flashes of light told me this mistake wasn't going to go unnoticed by the press. I glanced back out the window, and smiled at the girl. She blushed slightly, looking bewildered, but smiled back. More flashes. I could already imagine the articles; they would probably be about me secretly dating the poor girl and would probably criticize her for being 'not pretty enough to date me' or would target me for not dating another idol or some crap like that.
"I saw that!" Hoseok grinned happily, leaning his head on an extremely sleepy and bored Yoongi's shoulder.
"It's nothing, just showing the ARMY that I love them. It's not targeted specifically," I sighed.
Yoongi stirred slightly, pulling his cap up so he could see properly. He looked around and pouted, as if he had expected to be in his bed instead of this sickeningly pink and cutesy coffee shop.
"What.. happened?" Yoongi squinted, as if the world was going foggy.
"Namjoon-hyung was smiling at a veeery preeetty girl!" Jimin chimed in, laughing.
I swear I'm going to die at some point, just from their crazy and endless teasing about one thing or another.
Seokjin looked up from from his loud ranting about how rude it was to disrespect your elder, his furious targeted scowl instantly replaced by raised eyebrows suggesting curiosity.
"Did you really, Namjoon-ah?" Jin glanced at me, his chiseled features turning frustratingly skeptical.
Sighing in grumpiness, I nodded. "I did smile at a girl, ever so surprisingly."
Jungkook's eyes widened in obvious disbelief. "No way."
I frowned, my eyes turning serious. "Is it really that hard to believe?"
Yoongi nodded, laughing with Hoseok. The girl I had smiled at was being swarmed by jealous fans and reporters outside the shop, and my brow furrowed as I got up.
"Where are you going?" Jungkook piped up, his face genuinely confused.
"To save that poor fan from being harassed to death by fangirls of me and a bunch of reporters that don't know the goddamn definition of personal space," My frown became more prominent as I strode to the light pink door accented with white to pull it open.
I gently pushed my way through the fans that were now screaming louder than ever, me being in their midst. I heard an ARMY yelling something about Snickers bars as I parted the crowd. I finally reached the trampled and bruised girl, who was hunched in a defensive pose to take the hits from a few crazy fans more easily. The sasaengs were being yelled at and restrained by a crowd of pissed off ARMY, but they were getting tangled up in each other due to confusion anyways.
"Don't ever touch my precious Namjoon!"
"GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF OF MY OPPA, TRASHCAN!"
"YOU PIECE OF--"
"Hey, stop that," My voice rang out above the screaming and chaos, which started to die down while the camera flashes and clicks merely escalated.
I turned my head sharply to frown at the girls doing the beating and they quickly backed off, still glaring daggers at the doe-eyed girl, who was shaking violently but clearly had a steely resolve to not let her guard down. She eyed me a bit warily, but her tense form relaxed slightly.
"W-Why did you come to help me?" She stammered, unsure.
"Because you're ARMY, and since ARMY always has our backs, we should have theirs," I smiled softly at her obvious disbelief.
"But... why can't you send a bodyguard to do it instead?" Her eyes trailed up to mine, her confusion clear in the pools of dark brown that were her irises.
"Because you wouldn't send a random person to help your friend in need, would you?" I laughed quietly.
She frowned, understanding the logic. "No.."
I smiled and extended my hand. She took it awkwardly, pulling herself up from the crouch she was in and muttering something about being able to take care of herself. I grinned, inwardly laughing at her tough front. Camera flashes again. She frowned at the reporters, her soft eyes hardening slightly.
"Are they always this clingy?" She questioned, her frown deepening.
"Yes. These reporters are pretty gentle compared to what we get sometimes, though," I laughed out loud this time at the look of utter disgust on her face as one of the camera man launched questions at her.
"I presume that you already know my name, so I guess I don't need to introduce myself to you." I hummed lightly, tapping my foot on the ground.
"Of course. If I didn't, I probably wouldn't be here, would I?" A wide and sunny smile lit her features, and everything else disappeared for that one golden moment.
"Well, I don't know yours... so, can you honor me by saying it?" I looked at her face, hoping she'd respond and tell me.
The stranger laughed; a loud, warm and home-like sound that came right from her heart and was clearly authentic.
"My name is Choi Byeol."
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Never Forget || Kim Namjoon x MC || Namjoon's PoV
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