Hiya! So this is the final part to my first fan fiction series. I had so much fun writing it! I hope you all had fun reading it. Thank you for the support!
(a/n) I've been stuck in a very hopeless romantic mood, so this chapter is really romantic and sweet. Just a warning. Enjoy!
Part one
Part two
Part three
Part four
Part five
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You laid on your bed, head still spinning from the kiss you just received. You thought of nothing else. Just how the one thing you've been wishing for since you first saw Namjoon, had just happened. Your fangirl heart was beating out of your chest. Unable to stop yourself, you flipped over on your stomach and punched the bed over and over. Wiggling in place and giggling like a fool. After some time spent releasing tension and fan girling, you looked at the time and decided to take a quick shower then force yourself to sleep. And so you did. After drying off and getting dressed, you sat on the bed and braided your hair. As you were climbing under the covers your phone makes a *ding*.
"Jagi, I need the address of the gym. What time should I swing by?"
You gave him the address and the times you would be at work. You received one last message saying sleep well before you drifted off.
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You were rudely awoken by your alarm at full volume. You had given yourself an extra hour of sleep since you showered last night. You got up and got dressed in a cute comfy outfit, unbraided your hair and threw it up in two cute buns on the top of your head, and finally put a bit of makeup on. You grabbed your things before slipping on your shoes and heading out the door. Finally getting a hang of the subway system, you stopped at a Starbucks down the street before making your way to work. Once inside, you were greeted by your co workers. You filled them in on how you were getting a visitor later, and asked them to remain cool and not make a big deal out of it. They agreed and you all went to your business. You readied the room for your class. Following your usual routine, you chatted with the students as they trickled in. Once everyone was present, you started dancing. After about an hour, you were taking a break. Your phone made the familiar *ding*.
"I'm here Jagi! I'm coming in."
You smiled and stood, walking to greet the beautiful faces of Namjoon, Hobi, and their Manager at the door. Namjoon wasted no time picking you up and placing a gentle kiss on your waiting lips. The tiny gesture took your breath away completely. He kissed you in front of not only his manager and group member, but also everyone in the room. Feeling as though your heart was about to explode, you rested your head on his chest. Taking a deep breath, inhaling the fresh scent he gave off, calming your nerves.
You lead the boys to the front of the room, and told the class they had 15 extra rest minutes. That gave you time to focus on the gifts Namjoon was carrying.
Namjoons large hand was holding a medium sized gift bag at his side. The manager, Hobi, and yourself took a seat in the corner of the room. Namjoon set the bag in front of you and said he'd be right back before hurrying out of the building. He quickly returned holding a bouquet of 12 white roses. The sight made you rise you your feet. Your legs shook as your vision blurred. Tears spilled too quick to catch as you ran back to his arms. His scent mixed with the light floral smell of the roses surrounded you, giving you the high feeling you had the night before. He released you from his embrase and led you back to where you were previously seated, taking a seat and pulling you down on his lap. You wiggled to get comfy and wrapped your small hands around the flowers placed in front of you. Taking a long breath, you inhaled the freshness of the flowers, then set them on the floor next to you. Hobi pushed the red gift bag to your feet. You smiled back at Namjoon, asking permission to look inside. He simply nodded back with a smile, placing his cool hands on your warm hips. Without a second thought, you dug in.
The first thing you felt when you reached your eager hand in the bag was soft fabric. You pulled it out to reveal two neatly folded shirts, tied together with a piece of white ribbon. With a huge nerdy smile on your face you took the ribbon in your shaking fingers and pulled lightly to undo the bow. The fabric fell to reveal two jersey style shirts, one black and one white. The black said "Romeo 01" and the white said "Juliet 01". You squeeled and hugged the shirts to your chest. Namjoon ruffled your hair and spoke against your neck.
"I mean you can pick, but I would rather be Romeo." He finished, a deep chuckle erupting from his throat, earning a giggle in response from you.
"And I would rather be your Juliet, oppa. I wouldn't have it any other way!" You smiled placing your hand against his jaw. You moved your hand and replaced it with a light kiss.
You turned your attention back to the bag. Sticking your hand back in, you pulled out a small stuffed animal. It was a super soft, adorable black cat. It had beautiful big blue eyes that almost looked animated. You hugged it to your chest just as you did the shirts, feeling like a child on Christmas. You placed it in your lap and pulled out the last three items in the bag. One was an envelope. Written on the front in beautiful handwriting was your name, followed by the words 'read when you're alone'. You felt a twitch of nerves in your stomach as you set it next to you. You turned your attention to the two small white obvious jewlery boxes in your hand. You took a deep breath and opened the first. Placed on a piece of fluffy white material was a beautiful rose gold chain with a small heart charm hanging on it. You gasped as you pulled it from the box. Holding the necklace in your hands, you spoke in a whisper.
"Kim Namjoon, this is beautiful. I don't deserve this."
Without reply, Namjoon took the chain from your hand and placed it around your exposed neck. He then placed a kiss on the top of your head and spoke in the same tone as you.
"Y/n, you deserve this and much much more."
You hummed in response and opened the last box. Set on top of the same fluffy material as the necklace, was a simple bracelet, rose gold to match. You twirled it in your hands, unsure of how to put it on. Namjoon reached into his pocket and pulled out a small screw driver, making you realize the bracelet in your hand was one of the locking bracelets you've always wanted. You slid off of his lap, got on your knees, and spun around to face him. Namjoon chuckled at your enthusiasm. You held the bracelet with both hands like it was the most valuable treasure you've ever touched, then outstretched your arms to Namjoon. He took the small metal ring, and unscrewed it. He then placed it around your waiting wrist, closed it, and screwed it back in place. He placed the small screw driver back in his pocket, then tangled his fingers in yours. You stared at the beautiful new metal adorning your wrist, then met his gaze. The love you felt just from the eye contact alone made every hair on your body stand on edge, and every inch of your skin burn. You pulled yourself back in his lap and wrapped your legs around his waist, straddling his thin body. He put a hand on the back of your head, pushing it into his chest while petting your hair. You dug your nails into his back as you choked out the words "thank you".
The four of you chatted for a few moments before your timer went off, signaling it was time to get back to work. You asked Namjoon to remove the necklace so it wouldn't get damaged. He did as you requested while you rearranged your hair into a single messy lump on the top of your head.
You took your place in front of the class. It was time to show the students the next part of the dance they were learning, giving you the perfect opportunity to show your skills to Namjoon. The students moved to the outer edges of the room. Namjoon, Hobi, and their manager seated in chairs in front of the class. You pressed play on your phone and, like always, let the music take over. You always felt completely confident when you were dancing. You watched your every move in the mirror, making sure everything was perfect. You paid no mind the all the eyes on you. The dance you were teaching was one of your own creation. A mix between new age hip hop, and seductive body movement. You gave it your all. Running your hands down your stomach with every body roll and hip sway, flipping your hair for emphasis.
The final move was a death drop, which you executed perfectly, leaving you on the floor. Your chest heaved up and down as everyone around you cheered. Namjoon and his manager stood to clap, while Hobi ran to your side.
~Namjoons POV.
As I watched y/n dance, something that felt like pride arose inside me. She was so confident in every movement, and you could feel it radiating through the room. I smiled as I bobbed my head along with the music. I could tell right away that y/n choreographed this dance on her own. The way she stitched rough hip hop moves together with sexy body rolls was something I'd never seen before. I envied the focus she had. When I'm trying to learn a dance, all I can focus on is who is watching me and seeing me screw up. But the focus and determination she had reminded me of myself during concerts. Performing clearly gave us the same high. As she finished her dance, I watched her small body fall to the floor in one of the best death drops I've ever seen. So perfect, it put Jhope, Jimin, and Jungkook to shame. I stood and clapped, as the rest of y/ns audience followed my lead. Jhope was already at her side, helping her from the floor. He was first to make some egotistical version of a compliment. It was my duty to shut him down, and tell her how good she did. She was quick to instruct her class to stretch while she walked us out. I felt the need to say something to the students, so I asked if I could, easily earning approval. I wanted the dancers in front of me to know just how lucky they were to have the opportunity to be taught by y/n. I wanted them all to know how great I thought she was.
~your POV
"Y/n-ah! You're amazing! Soon you might actually be as good as me!" Said Jhope as he held your hand and lifted you from the floor.
"Hobi shut up! She's better." Namjoon said with a smirk on his face, as he took his place at your side. He placed a kiss on your sweaty forehead. Finally, the manager came over to give his opinion.
"Y/n that was wonderful! I figured you were talented, but I had no idea just how talented. You definitely have a style unique to yourself. I look forward to seeing more of it!"
You bowed to the three boys, then spoke to the class.
"I'm going to walk my guests out, I want you all to stretch again since we had a long break. I'll be back in a few!"
Namjoon asked to speak to your students before he left. You nodded in response and smiled, then brought their attention to him.
The class stood at full attention, waiting for the man in front of them to speak. You wondered how many of them knew who Namjoon was.
"Hello everyone! I just wanted to say a few words. You all must be great dancers if you're learning from Miss y/n. She's a wonderful teacher, and loves her job more than anything. I'm asking you to please listen and obey her. Learn, rest, and eat well! Good luck everyone, I'll be back to see you all dance soon! Have a good afternoon." Namjoon said in a stern voice. He definitely had the voice of a leader. The speech made you feel special. While all your students listened and learned well, you knew they would take what he said to heart, and work even harder. You smiled and told the students to go back to stretching, as you walked out the door with your hand wrapped around Namjoon index finger.
You stood in front of your gym saying your goodbyes. Hobi and the manager left Namjoon and you alone, but not before thanking you for letting them come see you in action. You bowed then waved as they took their place in the car.
You turned your attention back to Namjoon, who had placed his hands on their rightful place, your hips. You smiled as you looked at his eyes, which were too busy looking your body up and down to meet your gaze. You pushed his chin up to bring attention back to your face. He snapped out of it and chuckled to himself, clearly embarrassed.
"You know, your stare is so strong, I can feel your eyes burning holes in me when my back is turned. So don't think you can hide it, Romeo!" You said swinging your body into his as you giggled.
"Namjoon, this is two days in a row that have gone far better than I could have ever imagined. The roses would have been enough.. No actually, no gifts would have been enough. Just your presence, you taking time out of your day to show interest in my passion, would have been all it would take to make my heart beat a bit faster. But you, being the amazing man I know you to be, went above and beyond and brought me gifts that not only have I done nothing to deserve, but also will never be able to thank you enough for. I-ive n-never received a gift before.." You trailed off, forcing your eyes to the ground. Before you could speak again, Namjoon held your head with both hands. He spoke to you the way he had the night before, as if you were the only two around. But this time it felt stronger. Like you were the only two on a planet of your own, far far away.
"Your/full/name, I've never been good with gifts. And I'm even worse with romance. When I was younger, I didn't talk to girls much, and now that I'm signed to big hit I don't have time for extravagant declarations of affection. Plus it would normally be dangerous for me to do because I could get in trouble with other companies depending on the person I like. But with you, everything comes naturally. Everything I've spent years thinking was too hard, or not worth my time, or cliché, comes easy to me. And to top it all off, using your words, you're a normal girl. So I don't have to worry about the publicity and rumors. If I say I'm dating you, it's between you and I. Not our companies. The romantic side of me is even more of a clumsy fool than the rest. He doesn't do things in fear of them coming off the wrong way. He shys away from telling his true feelings, or doing what he thinks is right because he doesn't want to be wrong and ruin everything. Those have all been things of the past since I first held you last night. I touched you and something clicked. I don't know what it is about you, y/n. But you make everything feel natural. I said last night that I care for you a lot, but I'm not ready to elaborate. I say that because I don't want it to be too soon. But I need you to know what I'm feeling. I'm just not quite man enough to tell you to your face. That's what that letter is for.. He trailed off while holding a sharp gaze.
He took a deep breath and continued.
"The time you're here will never feel like enough. You haven't even told me how long you're staying, but I know it isn't enough. Because you'll still be getting on a plane and going back to your home country one day. That is why, Im making a promise here and now. For as long as you're here in Korea, I will spend as much time I can with you. Even if you're in a bad mood and sick of me, or i have to be in the studio practicing, or you have to stay late at the gym, I'll still be by your side. Because one day, maybe a week from now, or a month, or two months, I'm not going to be able to get in a car and do what feels natural, wrap my arms around you. I've accepted this. Distance happens, and its okay. But the remainder of the time you spend in this country, will be spent with me!" He babbled, unable to look you in the eyes for the first time. The familiar sting of tears struck your eyes, but you refused to cry. Instead you grabbed the jaw of the beautiful man in front of you, and placed a kiss on his lips. You agreed to his promise knowing that the high you got from being around him would never fade, so you could never get sick of him.
"Like I said, I'm terrible with gifts and romance, so the letter might be all over the place. As well as it being written in English and Hangul. But please read it and let me know what you think." He said in a timid voice. You smiled and nodded in response, thanking him a final time for the gifts. He hugged you one last time before letting go and getting in the car. You watched and waved as they drove off. You took a moment to breath before returning to finish your class.
Curiosity got the best of you when you stepped inside. You stood up front and asked the class if they knew who your guests were. Your heart jumped when most of them said yes. You must have been visibly distraught because one of your students spoke up.
"Don't worry Unnie! We won't tell anyone what we saw. I'm sure you're trying to keep it a secret. So our lips are sealed until Rap Monster announces he has a girlfriend!"
You bow as a thank you, as another student speaks up.
"Teacher you are so lucky! Their manager is okay with it?! Awesome! He seems to really like you."
Before you could respond conversation and questions erupted from one student to another. They asked how you met and how the members feel about you. They asked if you were in love with Namjoon and if you see yourself pursuing a relationship with him. You figured that no one would be able to focus on dancing anymore, so you decided to sit down and tell your class the story. By the time you finished, it was after the time class should have ended. You sent everyone home before logging your hours, grabbing your stuff, and heading home yourself.
You arrived at home with one thing on your mind. The letter. But you decided to message Namjoon first and share how class went after he left. He laughed about it and said he knew it was going to happen like that.
You told him you were going to go relax, and that you would message him later. You quickly changed into clean clothes, and plopped onto the bed with Namjoons letter in your hand. You opened the envelope, propped yourself up against the pillows, and began to read. From the conversation you had with Namjoon earlier, you had a feeling you knew what the paper in front of you would say. You only hoped you were right.
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"Dear y/n. Oh where to begin. You're beautiful. My god when I look at you, I have a hard time looking away. Every time my eyes meet your body, I find something new to love and admire. I even did it with your pictures. I would spend longer than I would like to admit picking out freckles on your face, or scars on your body. Something in me had to know every inch of you. All of your curves and imperfections.
Wait, let me back up. Ugh shit, should I start over? That was a bad way to start a letter. I should start over.
No, I'll keep going. Anyway, from the first time I laid eyes on you, I felt something. Now someone in my position is told to ignore feelings like that, because we can't be forming crushes on every attractive fan we see. So I did. I pushed away whatever feeling it was and moved on. But I couldn't stop thinking about you. About your cute face and great style. About the way you spoke to me in Korean so confidently, and how you made the cutest sound when I complimented you. I thought about how for some reason I so badly wanted to take you in my arms and never let go after I saw the pink scars on your arms. All of those feelings are what made me read your letter. I was inspired after reading about how you made mistakes and handled them on your own, and how you have been so strong. I saw potential, maybe there was more to you. So I messaged you. Manager hyung knew well enough that I wouldn't do something like that unless I felt strongly about it. I will admit, I didn't expect much when I texted you. I figured you would either not believe me, hence the reason I made a bet with Yoongi, or you would completely lose your mind and go crazy. Y/n, from the very beginning you shook me to the core. You shattered every expectation I had and proved to be an amazing girl. I believe in fate. I believe in soul mates, and love at first sight. I believe that sometimes distance is the only obstacle keeping soul mates apart. I was given time to piece everything together, and I know that the feeling I had when I first saw you was love at first sight. It felt unusual because I've never known anything like it. The connection we had right away, and the reason I felt so strongly about you so soon was because were soul mates. I believe when you find your soul mate, there's no need to take things slow. Because you're already made for each other.
When I got that 'come outside' text, the last thing I expected to see was you. In fact, the possibility that you could be here didn't even cross my mind. Being able to hold you in my arms after I had learned so much was a feeling unlike any other. The way you ran to me will replay in my mind forever. I remember going blank. I forgot who I was until we touched. The few seconds it took you to run to me felt like an eternity. Then when you wrapped your little arms around me, I felt new. Like part of myself had been missing. You're like a drug.
I couldn't keep my hands off of you all night, no matter how hard I tried. Y/n I'm in love with you. I'm so fucking in love with you. I see the pain you've gone through, and I feel sad that I wasn't there. I want nothing more than to give you the love and life you deserve. When you're stressed I want to hold you and massage your back, and run you bubble baths with tea. When your anxious I want to hold your hand tight enough to keep you grounded. When your angry I want to be there for you to yell at and take out your frustrations. I want to help you make decisions that are too serious to make on your own. I just want to be there. Through it all.
I've had plenty of time to think about this. I've gushed to the members, and the manager, and even some of the staff around the company. They all see how happy you make me. The manager even said you seem like a perfect match for me. It may not sound like a lot to you, but his support is more important than anyone's. He's willing to let us be a public couple if you want. That doesn't happen often.
Anyway, y/n I hope I didn't do this the wrong way. I hope I didn't misjudge the situation. And I hope it isn't too soon. I have a lot of concerns, but I know if I don't tell you my feelings now, I probably never will. Romance has never been my strong suit. Rapping and performing? That's my thing. Spilling my heart to a girl I'm in love with? Nearly impossible. It shouldn't be this hard, but here it is. I feel the need to tell you over and over again how beautiful and smart and talented and sweet you are. So I hope you never get sick of it.
Now if I did in fact misjudge this situation, please don't let this ruin our friendship. Even if I can't be with you, you are still such a joy to be around that I would be okay with just being your friend. I'm sorry that this letter was so long. I probably butchered the whole thing. But I'm sure you get the picture. I love you y/n. Respond when you're ready. "
The next few hours were spent re reading Namjoon letter in disbelief, and composing a message to him. You were right. Deep down, you had hoped the letter would be Namjoons confession. You weren't panicking like you had expected. You were sure of one thing, Namjoon was in love with you, and you were in love with him.
You stared at your phone screen until your head hurt. You had to be sure that your reply was absolutely perfect. You thought about meeting him somewhere to talk in person a few times, but you figured you wouldn't be able to say everything you wanted to. So you continued typing away until you were satisfied.
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"Namjoon. First, to ease your mind, I want to say please don't worry. This message is in your favor.
You are truly the greatest man I've ever come to know. And I am truly the luckiest person in the universe. Let see, this is whats going through my head right now.
I've been in love with a Korean boy group for three years. I get a chance to go see them live, so I take the opportunity to write a letter thanking them for being who they are, leaving my contact info for them. I actually get contacted by the leader of the group, who I had no idea I admired so much until I actually talk to him. He quickly becomes my best friend, giving me something to smile about everyday. I start realizing I have feelings for this man, but I push them aside because he's a famous rapper, and I'm just some loser. Those feelings refuse to be forgotten and only get stronger. This man says and does things that make me realize I'm in love. Like a fool. I get a chance to go to Korea to visit. I see him in person again and my heart explodes. I have an amazing night all while fighting the urge to kiss his beautiful lips every time I see them. He walks me to my room then kisses me. I'm now 100 percent sure I'm in love. The next day he kisses me in front of a bunch of people, and gives me beautiful gifts. Now at this point, I've been I'm cardiac arrest for two days. I'm so head over heals for this man that it hurts. I then find out he's in love with me as well. Now here I am. I'm not panicking. I'm not freaking out. I'm not crying. I'm just.. Happy. I'm happy because I don't have to deny my feelings anymore, and neither do you. When I started to realize I had feelings for you, Namjoon, I got scared. All my life I've seen love and attraction when there was none to be found. Ive always been the one to mess things up because my heart wanted what it couldn't have. So imagine my hesitation when I develop feelings for someone like you! I didn't want to confess, only to ruin possibly one of the best friendships I've ever had. I've never felt worthy of the treatment you're offering. But I know you mean the best. Seeing you happy is enough to make me happy. Namjoon, I don't need the stars on a silver platter. I don't need or want lots of money spent on new clothes and jewelry. All I need is to know you're happy with me, and that im the only girl for you. To know you love me and you're thinking about me.
Distance.. Distance is a problem. While I'll be here for a while, I cannot stay. At least not right now. I can handle it if you can. Texts and phone calls, and video chatting will keep us strong.
Namjoon I am in love with you as well. Yes it happened fast, but like you said, when two people are made for each other there's no need to take it slow. I have been ready to start my life with you. I'm ready to take the first step in announcing us to the public whenever you are.
I just have to say.. Thank you. Thank you for being everything I had hoped you'd be. Thank you for pushing to get to know me, and loving me with my flaws. I'm no idol girlfriend, but I promise to treat you the best I can. I love you Namjoon."
You sent your message to Namjoon and sat patiently, waiting for a reply. But it didn't come.
You went to the kitchen area to get a drink when you heard a knock on your door. You ran to answer it, ecstatic to find Namjoon standing in front of you. Smiling like a fool you jump into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. He spins you a few times before placing a kiss on your lips. This time it felt different. There was more passion and force behind it. And for the first time, you felt something new. Something that sent little lightning bolts up your spine and forced the hair on the back of your neck to stand straight. Namjoons tongue against your lips, requesting to kiss you deeper.
You welcomed his advance and made out in the doorway for a few minutes. When your lips finally broke apart and you both came up for air, Namjoon just looked at you. Without a word he just stared into your soul. You giggled and asked what he was staring at, causing him to smile and reply
"My beautiful girlfriend. Wow it feels great to finally be able to say that."
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Well, that's it! I know it ended kinda abruptly, but there's only so much I can write lol. Anyway, I hope you liked it!
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