160915 Kim Namjoon ft. Kim Namjoon     Leaning down, he lands a gentle kiss on her soft lips.   No, no, no! Disheartened at my lack of inspiration, I stare blankly at that last line I just typed out. I run a hand through my tangled hair, made messy by crazy head scratches of frustration. Reaching out, I take a sip of my iced caramel macchiato only to discover that my cup is empty. I frown.    For how long have I been stuck on this chapter now? Why did I even think to start writing another fanfic? After completing my assignments and tests, I have almost no brain juice left to continue writing.    Namjoon-ah, where have all my feels gone to! I mentally scream to myself. Looking between my notebook and empty cup, I decide that getting me another drink is more important now. Bringing only my wallet with me, I drag my feet over to the counter to order another shot of caffeine. Leaning on the counter while waiting for my drink, I scroll through SNS to keep myself updated on BTS’s activities. Have I not mentioned? I am an avid fan of BTS, especially Namjoon. Ah, Kim Namjoon. I sigh for the millionth time that afternoon.    “Miss, your macchiato,” the barista inside says. I thank him as I pick up the drink he had slid across the counter.    Namjoon… Namjoon… Kim Namjoon… I think of nothing but him in hopes of getting some sort of inspiration. Returning to my table, I set my cup down after a long sip.    As he caresses her face, he   “Ugh!” I lean back on the seat, my head rolling back to stare at… Oh, what nice eyes. Eyes…? Why are there eyes on the ceiling? Startled, I sit back up immediately, my forehead accidentally colliding with that of the stranger’s. Before I can think to turn around, the intruding stranger comes around to take the seat opposite me. My eyes widen in disbelieve.   “Nice plot you have going on there,” he says. K-K-Kim N-Namjoon...? Am I dreaming? I pinch my cheek to be sure, and freak out again when I actually feel the pain.    “What…” I’m so shocked I’m lost for words. I fix my eyes on the man in front of me, as if waiting to see if he would dissipate like a daydream soon.    “I apologise if I was rude. I didn’t mean to peek at your work. I just saw my name – I