I’ll Be There - Namjoon X Reader
Genre: Fluff, (A tiny bit of) Angst
Pairing: Namjoon X Reader
Word Count: 2,929
A/n: This is heavily inspired by a dream I just recently had, especially the ending. The reader is mentioned to be a foreigner in this, just so you know! I do hope you all like it, I thought it was very cute when I was dreaming it. Dream Namjoon is so soft and squishy omg. Anyways, as always, feedback is greatly appreciated, I hope you enjoy!
You’ve been preparing for this moment for weeks now. The countless hours spent sitting in the practice room, watching them rehearse for the upcoming award show makes your head spin. You know it will all pay off in the end, though.
Now, standing in the aisle way of the music hall, you converse with the boys of Bangtan, letting them know how excited you are for the show to start. They all smile as they listen to you talk, but none as wide as Namjoon, your boyfriend of three months.
You’ve known each other for far longer, but it wasn’t until recently Namjoon had asked you out on a date. Granted, given the boy’s rise in popularity recently, you couldn’t really be seen in public with only just one of them. The media outlets would have had a field day if they found out one of the boys is dating you, their best friend since before they debuted.
The fans all know you as (Y/n), Bangtan’s best friend. Despite this fact, many fans choose to ship you with some of the boys, whereas others are not so supportive. You can’t count the amount of hate you get in a day, but with the love and support form the boys, you manage to not let it get to you.
Namjoon, on the other hand, doesn’t like any of this. He does get jealous at times, especially when he sees the fans shipping you with one of his group mates. At those times, he wants nothing more than to just tell everyone about your relationship, but he can’t. It’s too risky for you and him both, but he’s willing to risk it all for you. To him, you’re worth it.
“Anyways, the show’s about to start, I should go and take my seat,” you smile at them. “Good luck on your performance tonight boys, I know you’ll do great!”
“Why can’t you just take our offer and sit with us tonight?” Jimin practically whines, grabbing onto your right arm and pleading you to stay.
“I wouldn’t want to be a bother,” you wave him off, watching as he, Jungkook, Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jin all pout.
“You could never bother us like that,” Yoongi says, sharing a look with Namjoon who catches himself before he wraps an arm around your waist in comfort.
“I’ll be up top still, don’t worry,” you wink at them. “I’ll make sure to cheer the loudest.”
You give them each a firm hug before you’re heading off to the balcony of the theatre to sit with the rest of the fans that came in support of their favourite artists tonight.
Namjoon watches your figure disappear behind the doors, a longing look in his eyes. So badly he wanted to give you a kiss on the cheek before you left, but he can’t. Not with all the fans watching, and the cameras poised all around them.
Whatever, soon, he won’t have to worry about any of them. Not after tonight, at least.
Taking his seat with the others, he smiles to himself. Soon, everyone will know you’re his, just as he is yours.
Namjoon remembers the first time he met you, back when he was first starting out as a trainee at BigHit. A smile tugs at his lips as he recalls how nervous you were to start your internship with the company, being a foreigner and all. You were worried about your Korean skills, and he found you in one of the old offices late at night, working on your pronunciation. He remembers so clearly how you broke down under the stress of it all, how you told him that other people were looking down on you for not being able to do as much work as some of the others, despite your work being of the utmost quality. Well, in his opinion at least.
That night changed so many things between the two of you, and he promised to help you with your Korean as long as you would help him with his English. From that night on, the two of you had a special bond between each other, and so started him pining after his soon to be best friend.
“You okay there, Namjoon?” Yoongi is the first to notice Namjoon’s dazed look as the lights dim for the first act to come on stage.
“I will be,” he smiles back at Yoongi as the other look at him questioningly, soon shrugging off his strange behaviour.
Meanwhile, you take your seat at the top of the balcony, furthest to the left. There are at least two rows of seats behind you, and all the seats are filled with people. However, for some reason, the four seats on either side of you are completely empty. You don’t mind though, it gives you extra room to breathe.
Looking up to your right, just slightly over your shoulder, you see a group of girls sitting in the very last row of the middle section of seats giggling and whispering to each other as they look at you. They hold an Army Bomb in each of their hands, a few of them wearing face masks as they continue to stare down at you.
You feel yourself shrink under their judgmental stares, hearing them scoff at you, and saying rude things about you behind your back. You do your best to ignore them, shaking your head to rid the voice inside your head that’s agreeing with them in saying you don’t deserve to be friends with the boys, and that you are insignificant.
Focusing your attention on the stage, you see the first announcers come out onto the stage after the first performers have finished their set. You bite your lip in anticipation as the award for best producer is announced.
A loud cheer escapes your lips as Yoongi is announced as the winner, screams of ‘that’s my best friend’ leaving your lips as fans take videos of you cheering him on.
Once again, you shrink back in your seat, embarrassed at your outburst. Luckily, you overhear some fans talking in front of you, saying how sweet it is how supportive you are of the boys. You smile shyly at that, despite them not being able to see you.
The next half of the award show goes by quicker than you’d like to admit, and soon enough, it’s nearing time for the boys to perform. So far, they’ve won two awards. One award for song of the year, and the other for album of the year, and you couldn’t be prouder.
You also can’t get over how handsome your boyfriend looks, dressed up in a black tux with a matching bowtie. You sigh dreamily as you watch him walk offstage to get ready for their performance.
Soon enough, the next performers are being announced, and the crowd erupts into screams and cheers as the intro for their set plays over the speakers. Your brow furrows as you see a lone figure standing on the stage in darkness. This isn’t what you remember them practicing.
As soon as the lights raise, a gasp escapes your lips as you see Namjoon standing centre stage. Bringing the mic to his lips, he starts to rap softly, and you immediately recognize the song to be the song he showed you a few weeks ago. A song which he wrote for you.
A hand comes up to cover your mouth as tears dot your vision. Your heart is beating erratically in your chest as he starts to walk forward, looking out into the crowd, and you know he’s searching for you.
Immediately, once his solo stage ends, the rest of them appear from beneath the stage, going right into Spring Day.
You remember when they told you their setlist for the award show, and they mentioned how Spring Day was going to be one of the first numbers, you freaked. They know how much you love that song. He knows how much you love that song.
Before you know it, their set is over, and you can see them all panting onstage in their final poses as the cameras capture their images and project them to the big screens. Needless to say, you think you cheer the loudest.
They move offstage to change before the final award of the night is announced.
The next ten minutes feel agonizingly slow to you as they drag out the last award. You find yourself leaning forward in your seat as soon as you see the announcers walk onstage with the envelope in their hands, waiting to announce artist of the year.
You notice that the boys have returned to their seats now, wearing what looks like more casual clothing, but still looking as dashing as ever.
You bite your lip in anticipation as the announcers take a dramatic pause before they reveal artist of the year.
A shriek of joy escapes your lips as you hear the group they announce. A huge smile is on your face as you watch them rush up to the stage, smiles of their own littering their faces as Namjoon accepts the award, bowing to the presenter.
They all surround the mic, and you’re surprised to see Hoseok step up to the mic first. They each take their turns thanking their fans, and everyone who made this possible.
Finally, Namjoon is the last to the mic, and you can see the smile he has on his face as his image is shown on the screens around him. Thanks to that, you’re also able to see the slightly nervous tremor in his hands as he goes to grip the mic, anchoring himself to something for what he’s about to do.
“Army!” He starts off like some of the others did, screaming the name into the mic. “Thank you so much for giving us your support, and loving us through the years. You’ve allowed us to do what we love, and have given us a reason to perform. We will continue to make music for you all in the future, so please continue to support us! Thank you to our production team, and everyone at BigHit that have helped to make our dreams come true.”
At his words, you find yourself smiling and nodding along, but then his expression changes slightly, and your brow is furrowing in worry. It’s one of those subtle things that you wouldn’t notice unless you knew Namjoon as well as you do. You can tell he’s about to take a major risk, and you’re not quite sure what he’s about to say.
“I have a small confession to make to all of you now,” he begins, and you can hear your blood rushing through your ears. The boys all wear knowing, supportive looks on their faces behind him, and now you’re even more confused. “Over the past three months, there has been someone very close to me that has helped me through so much. I’ve know this person for many years now, but only recently have they come to mean so much more. I want to thank her for everything she’s done for not only me, but for all of us. You know her as our best friend, (Y/n), the one who’s always been there for us, and supported us since the beginning. I know her as my loving girlfriend, and I hope you can all come to support us throughout our relationship. I think I speak for all of the members when I say this, we could not be where we are without her, and we most certainly would not be who we are today without her in our lives.” You can see the others nodding their heads behind him, Jin coming up to rest a hand on his shoulder for support. “(Y/n), this is for us as much as it is for you. We love you. I love you. Love yourself, love myself, thank you so much.”
You watch as a single tear escapes his eye, and in the next moment, all seven of them are bowing to the audience in thanks. Screams and cheers erupt from around you, but you can hardly hear them over your own racing heart.
A tear of your own escapes your eye, and you bring your hand up to cover the smile that wants to spread across your face. A few people in the seats around you who know who you are turn to you and offer you their congratulations.
Thanking them softly, you manage to reel in your emotions and stop your crying. You could not be happier, or more full of love for one man, at this very moment.
Hearing movement at your side, you turn to look to see the girls from before now swarming you with phones in their hands.
“I can’t believe you would steal Namjoon from us like this,” one of them sneers.
“Yeah, you’re not even that pretty anyways,” another one adds.
“What would anyone want with you, you’re probably only using them for they fame,” another rolls her eyes.
“Who do you think you are?” The fourth one huffs, crossing her arms over her chest.
Their petty jealousy initially stings, but you find yourself shrugging off their comments. You won’t let them have the satisfaction of knowing how their words have affected you.
You barely have time to blink at them before their attention is being drawn to the now open door at the top of the balcony. There, in all his glory, stands Namjoon, scanning over the crowd until he spots you. Immediately, a smile takes over his face. However, before he can take a step, he finds himself being surrounded by the four girls that had been previously surrounding you.
“Namjoon!” One cries, their phones raised for photos as he attempts to move past them.
A slight frown takes over his features as they continue to move closer to him, backing him up into the row behind you. You look up at him in worry, but he only smiles at you reassuringly.
“Girls, please, I came here to be with my girlfriend, and I would greatly appreciate some privacy,” he says, and you can see three of them deflate before reluctantly moving back to their seats.
The last one tries to take another step towards him, but he sends her a pleading look, and soon, she’s backing off, leaving the two of you alone.
You let out a soft chuckle as you offer him your hand to climb over the seats in front of him to join you. Immediately, he takes it, a smile on both of your faces as he comes to sit in the open seat beside you on your right.
“You continue to surprise me every day,” you say, wrapping your arms around his arm and leaning into his side.
“Good surprises, I hope,” he smiles, placing a soft kiss to your forehead as you rest your head on his shoulder.
“Always,” you smile back at him.
“I was so nervous,” he admits, tilting his head so it’s now resting on top of yours.
“Oh?”
“Yeah, the boys had to calm me down before going onstage today,” he says. “I meant every word of what I said up there. I really don’t know what I’d do without you, I just love you so much. You mean so much to me, more than you’ll ever know.”
“I love you, too, Namjoon,” you tell him, sitting up slightly so you’re now looking into his eyes. Your heart skips a beat as you see him looking at you with so much tender love and fondness, both of which you know are reflected in your eyes. “And I love the song.”
“You do?” The words escape his lips before he can stop them, his expression giving away his excitement.
“Yes, it meant so much to me,” you lean up to kiss him on the cheek, and even after all this time, you can tell he’s blushing.
“I’m glad,” he hums as you curl up back into his side.
By now, the award show has come to an end, and many of the fans are starting to make their way to the exits. You notice a few of them stare at you and Namjoon as they walk past, but you couldn’t care less in this moment. From the looks of it, neither can Namjoon, the two of you content with just being in each others company, and him being able to do what he’s always wanted to. To show everybody that you’re with him.
“We should probably get going, too,” you say, about to start getting up from your position.
“Let’s stay, just for a little while longer,” he says with a hum. “Let me enjoy this, at least until everyone else has gone. Let me enjoy you.”
You only smile at him in response, uttering a soft ‘okay’ as you squeeze your arms tighter around him, burrowing deeper into his side, to which he finds himself smiling at.
He couldn’t be happier in this moment, right here, right now, with you. You’re in his arms, and nothing else matters. Now, everyone knows about your relationship, and he no longer has to hide how he feels about you. Now, he can show the world that he’s yours, and you’re his. He would do anything for you, as long as it meant you being happy, and right now, he’ll start with this.
