2 Namjoon Oneshot's

The crowds around the bookstore seemed much bigger than usual as Namjoon approached the building. Scatterings of people stood around the entrance as he walked down the road, twisting, and turning to try and catch a peek at what was going on.

As he walked closer, he began to heard mutterings of a famous author inside apparently signing a few copies of their latest book for the store to sell on. He tried hard to catch the name, but each time it eluded him.

It was only when he got to the front window of the store did, he see a piece of paper stuck to the glass, advertising your appearance at the store. His lips parted as he stretched up on his tiptoes, searching desperately to see you and find out if you really were there.

"Why don't you just go in?" A man questioned from beside Namjoon, holding a copy of your book tightly in your hand. "They say she's not going to be around for long as she's busy, you don't want to miss her, she's really nice."

Namjoon looked down as the man showed him the signed copy of your book he'd picked up, noticing a small message written in it too. He couldn't quite make out what the message said, but he was desperate to receive one of his own.

He smiled appreciatively at the man for pushing the door of the bookstore open, grabbing one of your books from the shelves that were at the front of the store. The smell of a fresh book was the greatest smell in the world as Namjoon brought it under his nose, flicking through the pages, enjoying the crispness they still possessed.

His hand gripped tightly to the book as he walked around, whilst it was still in pristine condition, he was desperate to make the most of it. Even if he had read the book already once before, one with your signature in was enough for him to read it again.

He glanced around the store before finally getting to where you were sat with a small queue of people stood in front of you. His eyes lit up as he got his first glance of you, you were clueless to him stood before you, but he knew everything about you.

His bookcase at home was filled with your works, he loved reading them when he got a spare few minutes in his day. He'd been a big fan of your books since the store first started selling him, all the titles captured his attention.

Slowly the queue got shorter and before he knew it, he was the next in line. He began to grow impatient, encouraging the guy in front of him to speed things up. Finally, he watched as he stepped aside, allowing Namjoon to approach you.

"Thank you for waiting," you smiled, taking the lid off your pen.

With shaky hands he placed the book on the table for you to sign, placing both his hands behind his back to stop you from seeing how nervous he was.

"What name do you want me to write it to?" You asked, beginning to scribble down on the page.

"Namjoon."

You quickly wrote a little message in the middle of the page, signing it off with your signature and a kiss underneath your name.

"I'm a really big fan of your work, your mind is so smart," he whispered.

You glanced up and noticed his tinted cheeks, he wasn't the first guy to get nervous around you today, but none of them had a smile like he did.

"I didn't even know you were going to be here today; it feels a bit like fate that I decided to come and get a new book today," he laughed.

Your eyes lit up, "maybe you're right. I hope you're glad you came to the store today and seeing me isn't too much of a disappointment."

"It's made my day."

You chuckled lightly, watching as he cringed at his own words. "Don't worry, you'd be surprised by some of the things I've heard today, you're not the worse one."

"I'm glad you want to make me feel better," he frowned, looking away from you.

"Not at all," you quickly reassured him.

His hand reached out and picked up the book, holding it closely into his chest. "I guess I'll just go now before I say something else. There's plenty of other people waiting to meet you."

"Oh…if you're sure," you whispered, but before you could finish, he'd walked away.

As soon as he was away from you, he was quacking himself for getting so nervous. Words failed him from the minute he met your eyes, clueless as to how to even string a sentence together.

He continued his walk around the store, grabbing a few more books before buying a coffee from the café at the back of the store. He couldn't wait to get himself out of the store quick enough, already feeling like he'd embarrassed himself enough, until he felt his body nudge into someone else's.

"I'm so sorry," he yelled without even looking what had happened, feeling a splash of coffee spill from the cup and fall to the floor.

"I guess this is fate bringing us together again?" A voice laughed, one that Namjoon instantly recognised.

His eyes spun around to where you stood before him, quickly studying you to make sure he hadn't spilt coffee on you before allowing himself to smile.

"I should have looked where I was going," he blushed, "I wanted to get out of here to make sure I didn't do anything more stupid in front of you, and I've ended up doing the complete opposite of what I wanted."

"It looks like you might need a new book too?"

"A new book?" He asked, as you pointed to what he held in his hand.

He couldn't help the groan that followed as he noticed a splattering of coffee across the front cover of the signed book, tilting his head back in frustration.

"Don't worry, I'm sure we can find another one and I can sign it again, a loyal fan like you doesn't deserve to go home with a ruined book."

"It's my own fault, it doesn't matter."

He tried to spin away, but your hand grabbed the book and took it from him, placing it on the table beside you both. He felt his heart pound as you stood much closer to him, silently pleading with him to let you get him another.

"I've got no more copies now, but maybe I could get your address and send you one?"

"Why don't you just let me take you out sometime instead," he suggested, realising only after he'd spoke what he'd said. He cringed yet again, not able to bring himself to look at you. "I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking."

Your head shook, smiling up at him, "you don't need to apologise, maybe I could let you take me out sometime. As long as you promise to stop cringing at yourself, you're a nice guy, you've certainly made me smile today."

"Really?" He asked in a slight moment of disbelief, "because if I'm honest, I've made as big a fool of myself as I've done today."

You chuckled lightly, "that's probably why I feel like I've warmed to you, you certainly got my attention. You're a fan I definitely won't be forgetting for a while."

"Then as a thank you for writing such good books, let me take you out for dinner, it's the least I can do," he proposed, anxiously waiting for a response.

"How about I write my number in the book, as a keepsake, and then you can give me a ring," you suggested, picking up the book and writing down your number.

"Maybe a ruined book can come in handy after