?? | Namjoon x Male!Reader | RM BTS

This was insane, completely and utterly insane. The plan itself was ridiculous enough, but you were nuts for going through with it. Never in your whole life had you imagined it would actually work for you though.

Luckily the shop you had entered it with already had the numbers up on their website, so you didn't even have to wait for a lottery, you already knew you'd gotten in. This was absurd. If you actually showed up he might think you were some sort of stalker and not ever want to talk to you again. Hell, he might even order a restraining order on you for all you knew.

When you had studied in Korea, you hadn't had much interest in the pop music that surrounded you through the speakers of restaurants and supermarkets, and yet here you were, basically the equivalent of a stalker in real life terms. Becoming what you had found out would be called an 'ARMY' seemed a little silly to see him again.

Yes, it had gotten to the point where the person you had had maybe four short conversations with in total, was followed by you (not deliberately of course, that was the key aspect), halfway across the world and to a fan signing. It seemed like fate was at work here, but you could be going crazy.

You had arrived maybe an hour before BTS were due to come out. Album of their most recent musical venture in hand, you had taken your seat. Initially you weren't anxious in the slightest, but as the minutes passed you by, you started to feel sick. What if there was a reason you two hadn't exchanged numbers? What would happen when he finally saw it was you? So many possibilities ran through your head, and not all of them good. You were practically sweating buckets and shaking like a leaf by the time the band was scheduled to come out came around.

"Please, everyone welcome BTS!" The person hosting the fan signing announced. And then the boys all came out from backstage to each take their place behind their designated seat. You gulped as Namjoon entered the stage area. He looked just as handsome as you remembered him to be, if not more so. Your anxiety was creeping up your neck now, and you weren't entirely sure if you could trust your legs to stand on them.

The next twenty minutes or so were a blur. You were in the middle of the queue at the start of it all. You didn't even remember BTS introducing themselves, but you did manage to notice that Namjoon was at the end of the table, meaning he would be the last member you would meet. Typical.

Eventually, it was your turn. You had managed to learn each member's name and who was who in time for the fan signing, but the anxiety you felt seemed to just wipe it all from your mind.

First up was Jin, who was nice enough, but you only seemed to manage a few words to him before you had to wobble over to Taehyung.

Before you had planned this whole insane venture, you had managed to do some research into the whole thing and how you were meant to put a sticky note on the page you wanted each member to sign as well as a question on that page, if you wanted them to answer anything. Luckily for you, this managed to get you through the majority of the members without much difficulty.

Taehyung smiled at how nervous you were (for a different reason from what he thought) and spoke about how adorable you were for a fan boy of theirs. Jungkook was next, who was almost as quiet as you, but he reassured your shaking hands by taking them carefully and asking where you were from.

"The U.K," you managed to mumble back to him in Korean.

"Woah, you've come a long way! Thank you," he said just before you had to crouch on over to Jimin.

He smiled as you approached, but you could only manage a small one in return as you stomach was churning as the proximity between you and Namjoon got progressively smaller and smaller.