Finding Paradise [km.Nj]

5. The fake Kim namjoon

Chapter 5: The fake Kim namjoon.

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Look up.

And we're all looking up at the same sky

-Kim namjoon

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Minah's pov:

The Kim Namjoon?

What utter bullcrap.

I rolled my eyes again, looking at my phone with absolute fury. I can't believe someone played a sick joke on me. How did they even find about him? or me? I scoffed not believing the text.

It had been days since I received the text. And I was really confused at first. But then Jimin interrupted my peaceful life. Or should I say my dreams? And when I got time to go through my texts, the confusion I had forgotten, arose again. I thought about the possibilities of the Kim Namjoon texting me. Guess what I got?

A big fat zero.

No matter how much I twist my head, the more ridiculous it sounded. And I felt stupid to even assume that it might have been Namjoon. How naïve can I be? seriously, I should stop reading those ridiculous fanfics. They're totally messing up my mind.

Me , the y/n? yeah right.

I stared at the chat again, lying on my bed. It was almost midnight and I was all alone. Aura had a date night with josh and Lynn was visiting her family for the weekend. She invited me along but I had lot of work and assignments so I stayed back to finish them. And I was pretty distracted with the fake Namjoon too.

Oh, I would love to see the jerk who played this sick joke.

I sighed, letting the phone fall on my chest. I had enough problems to deal and now a fake Namjoon? Maybe I should just block him and move on. I wonder how he got my number in the first place. Not many people have it since I'm a private person.

A total mystery I say

I groaned clutching my head in agony. Not wanting to keep thinking about stupid theories, I stood up from my bed in a swift motion. Shaking my body like a lunatic, I took a deep breath and exhaled all the negativity bottled up inside me. I walked up to my bed and picked up my phone. I turned on one of my favourite songs, Spring day. It was just what I wanted. Their comfort. Their voices.

But didn't everything start because if them?

Sighing, I laid down on my bed again, and began concentrating on the song. The sweet melody filled the empty room and I found myself smiling sadly. Even though I had a million worries at the moment, listening to them made me be at ease. I find myself forgetting everything for a few minutes. And it was amazing how everything vanishes when I hear the familiar music because, not every music takes or fades your pain. But they did. And I rely on them a lot. I shouldn't be that obsessive, if that's the term but I can't help going back to them.

That's exactly what they are.

A drug.

Jimin had such soothing voice like whenever I listen to him, I actually feel comforted. Like he knows what I'm going through.

Its not just him though. While Jimin had the ability to comfort me, Yoongi had the power of giving me raw advice. He talks to me, he tells me about his experiences and in a way, I know what to do and what not to do. I listen to him, and he doesn't let me fall.

I know I sound like an absolute fan girl, but no matter how much I deny it, that's what I am; but a more defined word.

An admirer.