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You love to dance. You love to sing. Namjoon is your ideal dance partner. Strong, focused, not bad on the eyes, smart, oh, and a famous idol. You've known him since he debuted. You were only 16 back then but now, your 20 and he is 23...
"Good job guys it's looking real good!" Our coach remarked after we finished a run through. Since the concert is THIS WEEKEND (Omg I can't believe it!!!) we are practicing at the stadium's stage. The sets are pretty insane. So much has happened. I've already written the majority of my album. I've been inspired lately. There have also been some writers helping me at BTS house.
"Next time make sure you extend more Y/n. We don't need another injury."
"Yeah okay, I will," I said while laughing.
"Yeah Y/n, you better "extend" more." Namjoon mocked while taking a drink from his water bottle. I sat next to Joonie and whispered into his ear,
"Keep it up Namjoon and we'll see whos injured next." I said slowly so he could hear every word. I walked backstage while laughing on my way into my dressing room to take a nice cold shower. It was a hot day in Seoul today. Very sunny and nice but also 40 Celcius (104 Fahrenheit.) Believe me, dancing like that is akin to being baked alive.
After my shower, I put on a thin, light yellow dress sweater and a pair of black shorts on.
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*knock* *knock*
I ran to open the door to my dressing room to see Namjoon standing there.
"Hey, Joonie!"
"Hello Y/n, can I come in?"
"Of course." He then walked to my small sofa and plopped down. We then heard a loud cracking name.
"Namjoon did you just break the sofa!"
"Oops..."
"NAMJOOOON I DO NOT OWN IITTTT."
"Sorry?" He said while slowly turning his head to me with a devilish grin.
"You're in trouble now boy." I then proceeded to tickle him.
"Y/n please- stop- it-" He was giggling like a fool.
"You are the king of destruction Joonie" I slowly let off. We both looked at each other.
"Ok but seriously Joonie what am I going to do now you broke the sofa."
"Idk, just call the stadium manager to deal with it."
"Do I have to pay for it? Maybe I should make them a muffin basket... how about orange cranberry muffins?"
"Ok first off, make those muffins I'm very curious. And second, don't worry I always break stuff and they just replace it."
"Ok..." I said while taking out my phone and calling the manager.
Not even five minutes later
*knock*
I opened the door to see two men with gloves on and another with a suit. Well, he took off his coat and tie and unbuttoned part of his shirt. It's still hot outside.
