160809 Post-it hearts ft. Kim Namjoon

Sitting in the favourite corner of my favourite café, I watch as he finally leaves his seat, his long legs taking him to the order counter in no time. And… start! I have approximately three seconds before turns around to keep an eye on his belongings. Running over to his booth, I stick a small post-it onto the table right beside his laptop.    Namjoon oppa, fighting!   Namjoon started coming to this café since a few weeks ago. I’m here almost every day so I know pretty much all of the regulars so I was shocked to see him coming in for the second time, then third and fourth. He’d usually come to work or read so I just left him alone but I recently I’ve noticed he’s coming more frequently.    Was it last week…? He had his eyebrows furrowed while staring at his laptop and he had on a look of frustration. Is he having a hard time with his lyrics? I wasn’t sure but then I’d written a short note on a post-it and left it there for him when he went away to get another drink. It became some kind of habit from then on. At first it was quite thrilling, leaving secret notes for your idol, but then I see how his face lights up from reading my note…   “Excuse me…” I jump when I hear a familiar voice behind me. , did I calculate my timing wrong? Quickly retracting my post-it, I smile awkwardly.   “Omo, Nam… Namjoon oppa!” I put on my best fan-meets-idol look of excitement. Well, technically, the feeling of excitement is real but I might have exaggerated my expression a bit too much. Namjoon looks at me weirdly.   “What are you doing here?” He sidesteps me and slides back into his chair. I realise my back is facing him now so I turn around.   “I… I thought I saw you I… was… I just…” I mentally slap myself. If only I could dig a hole through this concrete floor to hide myself.   “You just…?” He prompts, smiling his signature dimple smile. Oh, sweet nuggets is this my Namjoon oppa smiling at me? I think my insides melt into a puddle of cheese.    “I just… it’s nothing now. Ha… I’ll just get going…” I take small backward steps away from his table.    “Aren’t you going to give me that post-it?”    “What?” I pause mid-step, the said post-it crumpled up in my fist. I decide to feign ignorance. “What post-it?”   Smiling again, Namjoon stands and slowly approaches me. I swallow the lump of nervousness caught in my throa