#namjoon oneshots

Pairing: Namjoon x f!reader

Genre: Fluff, 13+

Word Count:1.6K

Summary:Namjoon takes a walk on a snowy day and decides to spend the day getting to know you.

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Namjoon looked outside the window of the empty bookstore, taking in the sight of the small flurries of snow falling to the ground. It was hard not to admire them, each individual snowflake different from the rest. Pretty intriguing actually, if you asked him. It wasn’t snowing that much right now, but there was a huge blizzard the night before. How he got through the streets to get to the bookstore he was sitting in now was beyond him.

Deciding he’d spent enough time sitting at this table, he put a bookmark in between the pages he was reading and stood up to leave, but not before saying goodbye to the workers at the front desk while wishing them safe travels back to their houses.

Stepping out into the snow wasn’t as bad as he’d thought it would be. The sound of the crunching of the snow beneath his feet filled his ears, giving him satisfaction. Although it was cold, it was a perfect day to take a walk, so that’s exactly what he did.

While he took a detour through the park, Namjoon started to look around at his surroundings. The path he walked on had trees towering over it, all of them covered with white snow. This was by far his favorite view. The way the winter stripped the trees completely of their leaves, signaling the end of an era. Soon, the spring would come and give life to those trees once again while new leaves made their homes on their bare branches.

The ground on which he walked was covered in a sheet of snow. Namjoon could tell no one had walked through here today, since his footprints were the only ones he could see. One of his hands reached up to pull his mask off of his face, his nose taking in a deep breath of cold air despite the freezing weather. That’s when he spotted the park benches, which were covered with a thin layer of snow. He made his way over to one of them and took a seat, not worrying about the snow getting the bottom of his coat wet.

Of course he was cold, but he enjoyed this moment of fresh air he was getting. Namjoon’s busy schedule almost never gave him this much time throughout the week, so he wanted to bask in this beautiful and snowy Sunday morning. His eyes closed as he enjoyed the sound of the wind blowing lightly.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” A soft voice pulled him out of his trance. His eyes opened to see someone standing in front of him. You had your arms crossed over a thick winter jacket, your legs wrapped in sweatpants, and to finish the look, black Ugg boots on your feet. Your face was clearly visible to him, and so were your red nose and cheeks.

Namjoon wondered why you didn’t choose to sit on one of the other five benches that were empty, but he nodded anyway and moved over to make space. You sighed and sat down, immediately sticking your hands in your pockets. Silence surrounded you two for a moment. He didn’t mind, the silence was a comforting one.

It was when you spoke up that the silence was finally broken. “What are you doing out here in the cold?”

“I thought I’d enjoy my free time and get some fresh air before I go back to working.” He glanced at you to find that you were already looking up at him. Your already red cheeks turned a slightly darker shade of red once you realized that he was looking back at you.

“What do you work as?” You asked him, seeming genuinely interested in what he did for a living. Usually no one was really interested in Namjoon’s work life, so this really came as a surprise to him. People in this town usually liked to keep to themselves. So you had a conversation about his job as a music producer, his hectic schedule, and the fact that he was finally on his long awaited two month break, starting tomorrow.

“Sounds like a lot of work.” He nodded, a soft smile plastered onto his face. “And it’s good that you love what you do, there’s not many people who follow their dreams like that.”

He looked down at you, a surprised look finding its way onto his face once again. It was something about the way you said it that caught the boy’s attention. You sounded…sad. As if you had a dream, but weren’t able to pursue it.

You were noticeably shivering in this cold weather, and he couldn’t blame you. You’d been sitting out here for about twenty minutes already, and the temperature was definitely in the single digits.

“Do you want to get some coffee?” Namjoon listened as you let out a sigh of relief, nodding eagerly. He guessed that you wanted to get out of this cold just as much as he did. Plus, you were good company. He wouldn’t mind taking some more time off of work.

You both stood up and started down the snowy path until you got to a local coffee shop. The interior was almost empty, only a few customers scattered around the shop. The two of you walked up to the counter and placed your orders. Before you could even think to pull out your wallet, Namjoon took out his credit card and paid for both of your drinks. As much as you protested, he insisted that you didn’t pay for anything.

The two of you sat across from each other at a booth in the corner of the shop, your coffees in hand. Thankfully it was warmer in here, but it was nice to look out at the snowy view outside of the window. Namjoon could see the few people that left their houses walk hurriedly to their cars or nearby stores, desperately trying to get away from the cold. His gaze shifted back to the girl in front of him, who was staring back at him in disbelief.

“It’s so weird to be sitting in this cafe with a complete stranger.” You let out a laugh as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.

“I’m Namjoon, what’s your name?”

The red in your cheeks came back, and he knew it wasn’t from the cold this time. “Y/N.”

“There you go, now I’m not a stranger.” The ends of his lips turned up in a playful smirk. It was honestly adorable how you instantly became flustered because of how close his face was to you. Not only that, but you couldn’t help but stare in awe at the dimples that made themselves known on both of his cheeks. Namjoon leaned back in his chair and grabbed a napkin, writing his phone number on it with a random pen he found in his pocket.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

    - I think we’re past strangers at this point (by the way, it’s Namjoon)

He watched as you eyed the numbers written on the thin sheet of paper, a small smile making its way onto your lips. It was just now that he noticed how cute your smile was.

“I meant to ask you this earlier, but what’s your dream?” Namjoon asked you, causing you to freeze for a second. You folded up the napkin and put it in your pocket as you thought about the question he had asked you.

“Don’t make fun of me,” You looked at him warily. After he promised he wouldn’t make fun of you, you continued. “I’ve always wanted to be a photographer.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened. But he could tell you got the wrong idea, since your face was twisting in worry. “You said you wouldn’t make fun of me.”

“No no, I’m not making fun of you. I just think that photography is really cool. I have a camera I like to take pictures on too.”

“I think it’s amazing how, by using a camera, the most beautiful moments in life can be captured and saved forever. The way the world’s beauty is seen from a small lens is something that can’t be copied or plagiarized.” Your eyes sparkled as you went on about photography, and it was the cutest look Namjoon had probably ever seen. He could already feel his lips turning up into a smile as he watched you talk about your passion.

“Beauty really is in the eye of the beholder, isn’t it?”

There weren’t many people who had a mind like yours anymore. The way you saw art for more than just some pictures on a screen, it was something he hadn’t seen in a really long time.

“I wish I could follow my dream like you, but I’m too scared of failure.” Your voice grew softer as you moved your gaze to look at the snow flurries on the other side of the window. Reaching his hand out towards you, Namjoon placed it gently on your forearm, which made you look back at him with glossy eyes.

“If you do fail, that doesn’t matter. What matters is that you pick yourself back up and keep trying. Success can’t exist without failure.” You smiled at his words, mumbling a small ‘thank you’.

“Walk me home?”

The two of you walked back through the snowy streets, the flurries finally having stopped from earlier. Throughout the walk, you talked about random topics that just popped into your heads. He learned little things about you, like that you were a night person, you’re allergic to carrots, and that you once accidentally killed your pet goldfish when you were seven. Before either of you knew it, you were standing in front of your apartment building.

You looked down, biting your lip as if in deep thought. Namjoon opened his mouth to speak, but he was met with your lips on his cheek.

His eyes grew wide.

You smiled while starting to back away towards the doors. “Get home safe, Namjoon. It was nice to meet you.”

That was the last thing you said to him before disappearing into the tall building.

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A/N: I hope you guys liked this, this is my first time posting my stories to Tumblr so bear with me! More stories to come :)