namjoon with an idol/or celebrity s/o
(black reader/gender neutral reader)
⇢ so, you’d be at a red carpet or something, and you would catch namjoon’s eye. you were already his celebrity crush, so him being in the same room with you was a big deal.
⇢ he’d be fawning over you the entire time, and the members would be clowning him so much about being whipped when you haven’t even met before, and he’d just roll his eyes and go back to looking at you.
⇢ you’d know who he was at well, he was both your bias and celebrity crush as well. you noticed his staring but decided not to say anything, but you were getting slightly flustered when you realized that your celebrity crush couldn’t keep his eyes off you.
⇢ he’s sitting down at one of the tables and watching the awards go down with his members, and he’d see you stand up from across the room and stride over to him.
⇢ he’d be so nervous when he sees your intentions are to sit beside him. “hey, RM, right?” you ask, calling him by his stage name while giving him a small hug.
⇢ he smiled nervously and returns the hug. “uh, y-yes, (your stage name).” it was obvious that he was nervous, and the thought of him being nervous to meet you made you smile.
⇢ “i absolutely adore your music.” you tell him, and watch as his ears and cheeks get red. “i love your music as well...” he’d murmur quietly, a nervous smile still on his face.
⇢ “and please, call me namjoon ᵒʳ ʷʰᵃᵗᵉᵛᵉʳ ⁿⁱᶜᵏⁿᵃᵐᵉ ʸᵒᵘ’ᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵃˡˡ ᵐᵉ.” he says and let’s his sentence trial off.
⇢ “call me y/n, then.” you smile. “you’re adorable when you’re flustered, joonie. i have to go, but here’s my number. call me whenever you’d like.” you tell him, pulling out a piece of paper.
⇢ he takes it with an awestruck look on his face and watches as you go back to your table.
⇢ “am i dreaming or did namjoon hyung just get the (your stage name)’s number?” jungkook asked with a raised eyebrow.
⇢ namjoon is still awestruck as he feels the paper in his hand. he stuffs it into his pocket and leans back onto the chair, playing with his hands as he thinks about what just went down.
⇢ later and after they got all the rewards, he’d be fumbling with your number in one hand and his phone in the other and debating on if he wanted to call so soon or not. it took both hoseok and yoongi for him to work up the courage to call you.
⇢ little did he know, you were actually waiting on him to call you, sitting nervously beside your phone.
⇢ taking a deep breath, he called the number. “h-hello? this is namjoon....” he decided to take a leap and speak first
⇢ “hey cutie, i’m glad you decided to give me a call.” you told him, not knowing where the surge of confidence came from, yet you loved it either way.
⇢ “t-thank you.” he murmurs quietly. “i’m glad i called you because i’ve been a fan for so long...” he says, chewing on his bottom lip.
⇢ “i’ve been a fan of you for a long time as well, joonie, i love your music.” you compliment, and you could just about envision how red his cheeks got.
⇢ and that’s how the both of you began conversation. after the initial awkwardness, it was as if you’d known eachother for ages.
⇢ you talked and laughed on the phone for hours straight before it got too late and you had to hang up.
⇢ before you did hang up, though. you decided to be bold and ask him a question. “hey, joonie. may i come over so we can have a movie date and get to know each other better?” you ask.
⇢ “uh, of course!” he says enthusiastically. “on saturday? i’ll send you the address.” he says and you could practically hear the smile on his face.
⇢ the day the both of you finally met in person was one of the best days of your life. you spend a while in korea, and everyday namjoon is taking you out sightseeing.
⇢ your first kiss is nothing less than amazing, either. it’s one of the weeks you’re there, and you and namjoon are simply lazing around and just talking under the stars
⇢ he’s just smiling, rambling and gushing about his favorite star when you’re suddenly leaning over him and kissing him softly.
⇢ he kisses back, and when you pull away he’s red, blushy, and stuttery. “what was that for?” he asked, fingers lingering over his lips.
⇢ “you’re adorable when you’re gushing over something you love.” you say with a small smile.
⇢ “i gush over you a lot, does that make me adorable too?” he asked, and began to laugh but stopped when he realized what he said.
⇢ “i love you too, cutie.”