one shot for the idiot I call my friend ft namjoon

y/n & namjoon

Everyday I visited the same place. Everyday he was there with me. But he never acknowledged my presence. He didn't know me, yet I still felt so happy whenever I saw him there.

I had been living in Seoul for 4 years now. I left because of my studies and because I wanted to live new experiences in a different place. Seoul looked like the best answer for me. I missed my parents and my sister but thankfully the daily phonecalls made it easier to cope with the distance.

Then there's that place. I've never been in a place like that in my life. It was breathtaking to say the least. So peacefull, so beautiful, it felt like home. I visited that place everyday for the past four years, sometimes I stayed for hours while others for a few minutes, but I always made sure to go there at least once everyday.

Then there's him. I don't know his name, or where he's from or even how old he is. But he came everyday. Keeping me company in the place that appeared to be both of ours favourite.

Some days he wasn't there, some others he came when I left, some others he left when I went there. But his presence was always there.

I was mesmerised by his beautiful brown hair, his tall figure, his beautiful eyes, but there was one thing I loved most of them all. His left dimple when he smiled. He rarely ever smiled but when he did whether he saw me or not I always turned to look too immersed in the moment to care if he'd notice.

Like any other day after classes I went by our local convenience store to get some snacks and water for the way. Then I went by the bus station and waited for the bus.

I thought to myself whether I'd be going back or not if he wasn't there. Would I visit that place is he never showed up in the first place?

Probably not, but if I had a choice I would do it all over again.

Once the bus came I hopped on it and got my earphones out to listen to some music. After seeing him, listening to music on the bus was my favourite thing to do.

Will he be there today? I wondered.

When I finally got there I got off the bus and walked towards the beach. My place. His place. The place we shared. Like always I was met with the beautiful sound of the waves and the refreshing smell of the ocean.

He was there. Sitting three benches away from me. That was the distance that was keeping us apart. There had been so many times when I wanted to close that gap between us. But I respected his space. I respected him as a person. I couldn't invade his private moment.

I looked at him for a while and then took out my snacks. I was still listening to music but on a lower lever so I could still hear the sound of the waves.

He had a book with him today. He often read books there. Something that only made my interest in him grow bigger and bigger.

After about two hours I sensed some movement on my right side.

He had stood up to leave. Everytime he left I felt sad but still excited to have been able to see him at least for a bit. I looked at the spot he was sitting, now empty, and I noticed an object there.

He had forgotten his book. I quickly sat up to go get it before anyone else did. I looked around to see if I could find him so I could give him his book and I noticed him a little farther away.

The I stopped in my tracks. How was I going to talk to him.

This is your only chance. I tiled myself and forgot about any doubt I had in my mind. This might be my only chance.

I ran towards him. Once I was just a few feet away from him I called for his attention.

" Excuse me!" He didn't listen.

" Hey, excuse me!" Then he turned around.

" Oh you're talking to me?"

" Yes, to you. I'm sorry to bother you but I saw that you left your book behind at the bench. I thought I should give it to you."

" Oh, I forgot about it. Thanks for bringing it back to me."

" Don't even mention it,"

" What took you so long?"

That question threw you off guard. It was the last question you expected to hear.

" What do you mean? I just saw it."

" No, I mean what took you so long to finally talk to me after all this time?"

My heart was beating so fast I thought it would burst.

" Why didn't you do something?"

Now he was thrown off guard.

" Probably the same reason as you" he said with a smile while looking brown at his feet.

" Oh,"

" Yeah,"

"I'm Kim Namjoon" he then said while putting out his hand for me to shake looking into my eyes with a hopeful look on his face.

I took his hand.

" I'm y/n,"

" So finally we meet, y/n,"

" Finally we meet Namjoon,"

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