Secret Coach (A BTS Fanfic)

Chapter 18: Conversation Practice?

"Oh s***," you think, realizing Nabi might not have left the apartment yet. Sure enough, you close the door and walk into your apartment to see Namjoon standing in the entryway in shock, and Nabi staring at him from the living room with her jaw practically on the floor.

"Um," Namjoon looks over at you. Nabi starts freaking out, saying something in Korean, and you panic. You quickly point to your room and motion Nabi to go in there with you.

"Make yourself at home," you smile nervously at Namjoon and gesture to the couch. "I'll be right back," You close your bedroom door and turn around to see Nabi quickly typing on her phone. She holds out her phone for you to read the translation.

"Why is Kim Namjoon in our house? Do you know him? Why is he here? Are you dating? Why didn't you tell me? OMG" Nabi is practically hyperventilating.

"Uh, so I didn't know you were still home," you begin to try to explain, but realize this is going to be really difficult. "So BTS asked me to help with their English speaking skills, and you can't tell anyone, and it's like very secret," you type on your translating app for her to read. She peers at your phone and then looks at the door.

"Why is he here?" Nabi looks at you, and you take off the flannel that was covering the coffee stain on your shirt to explain why you are back home. You mention that he came with you so you can practice speaking together after you change, and Nabi's eyes go wide.

"Dating?" she says to you quickly, and you nervously laugh in response.

"No! Not like that. Friends," you feel your face turn hot.

"Namjoon.....in my apartment," Nabi's starstruck face makes you laugh, and you try to remain serious so that she understands how serious this is.

"It is a secret, though," you put a finger to your lips, and Nabi nods quickly. "Can you try not to freak out?" She continues to nod at you, and you open your door back open, poking your head out to see Namjoon casually examining the pictures on the walls in the living room.

"Sorry, Namjoon," you say and he turns around to look at you as you exit your bedroom. Nabi quickly follows behind you, gasps, and scurries into her own room, closing the door behind you. "That is my roommate, Nabi," he chuckles as you try to introduce your roommate who has now disappeared.

"Your shirt?" Namjoon looks down at your shirt, which you still haven't changed out of. You tell him to hang out for one moment, and you go back into your room to find a clean shirt to put on. After spraying the coffee-stain with treatment and putting on a black t-shirt (so in case you spill on yourself again, it won't be as noticeable), you open your bedroom door to see Nabi peeking from her own room, oggling at Namjoon who sits on the couch patiently. She sees you and quickly slams her door shut, causing Namjoon to jump and look over at her door.

"Don't mind Nabi," you giggle as you go to the loveseat that is to the right of the couch.

"You know, I was surprised you didn't act like that when we first met," Namjoon teases and moves over on the couch to get closer to the loveseat.

"Maybe not externally, but internally I definitely was," you admit, looking down at the floor to avoid eye contact. 

"So are you ready to go now?" Namjoon coughs to decrease any tension. You nod, and then Nabi peeks out of her room, motioning for you to go over to her. She whispers from her door and asks where you are going. After explaining you are going to the park to help Namjoon practice his English, she seems tempted to ask to come along, but then realizes it would be weird. You say goodbye as she closes her door, and you turn around to look back at the man still sitting on your couch, looking at you for guidance.