“Next,” the fanstaff girl calls, and I mount the platform, thinking to myself that collapsable stairs must be unstable because my knees knock against each other with every step. Namjoon has his head turned- smirking for fansite photos, of course- so he didn’t see me kneel. Or quickly fumble with the pages of the booklet to find a page with his photo. Slide the uncreased album towards him, with both hands.

Only then he does, because fan cameras snap and he whips back in his seat to face me. His pleased smile has lingered in his expression, and we lock eyes. Somewhere, an inane voice in my head notes that the side part of his hair looks really good as the leader's eyes darken.

“You came.” 

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a/n: Something longer this time! Also, a light warning: there may be some sensitive subjects covered as the story progresses. Nothing worthy of an 'm' rating, but i'll be sure to label the chapters (if any) that fall under this category. Thank you for reading my boring notes ♥