BTS SMUTS

Kim Namjoon

[YOUR POV]

I was finally back in Korea, ahh sweet air.

Okay well I was still in the airport but knowing that I was finally here made me happy. I was carrying my bags and luggage making my way to the exit. I bumped into a man with his book in one hand and his phone in the other. My bags fell down, dropping all my stuff like my phone, headphones, wallet, paper works and so on.

His book dropped also. He placed his phone down and helped me pick up my things first. We made eye contact. It looked like his eyes were glowing but I didn't care and went back to getting my things and stuffing it in my bag, without knowing I grabbed his phone by mistake. I then thanked him and went out.

"Angel! Over here." Taehyung oppa shouted.

"Oh! Hi oppa. I missed you so much." I said and ran to hug him.

It felt like a baby running to her mommy. But he's my brother. Well step.. even though we weren't blood related. It still didn't matter. We treated each other as if we were one. It's been over four years since we last seen each other. I was in America living with my mom. But I decided to come back to visit my dad and everyone else. Taehyungs mom was very sweet, she treated me as if I was her own daughter. I loved them very much.

During the car ride, Taehyung oppa asked me a whole lot of questions. But I didn't mind. Asking how was I doing in school, how was America and wondering if I had a boyfriend or not.

Gosh he's so noisy. But every bother is, no?

When we made our way back home. I saw my father and his wife standing at the door welcoming me. I gave them both a hug and smiled as I walked in. I missed this house. Making my way to the room, standing infront of the door.

As I turn the knob, there I saw my room looking the same, nothing had changed. But I mean only one thing has changed, it was way cleaner than before. Like squeaky clean haha. I was thankful that it was clean, wouldn't want to come home to a mess.

Taehyung finally brought my luggage and bags in. He placed it near my bed and left. Telling me take a nap first since I was probably tired from the plane, which I was. I jumped on my bed and laid there for a while. Realizing I couldn't sleep, I dug through my bag and took out my phone. (Black iPhone 5s)

Right when I turned it on, I didn't see my wall paper, in fact it was a picture of a pair of converse?!? When did I change it to converse and why would I do that. That's crazy. I slide the screen. Realizing there was no passcode on it, I panicked. THIS WAS NOT MY PHONE.

I quickly called my number, hoping someone would pick up.

"Hello?" A stranger said speaking in English. It was a males voice.

"Uhm, hi, who is this and why the hell do you have my phone...!" I shouted.

"Oh gosh, calm down. I'm Namjoon. The man that bumped into you earlier. So sorry about that. Somehow we must've gotten the wrong phones" He said.

"Where are you right now?? I really need my phone back!" I said.

"Well the thing is... I'm on the airplane right now, that is almost taking off. I'm going to America. But don't worry I'll be back in three weeks." He said.

My jaw dropped. Three fucking weeks.. He's got to be kidding me. I mean I can wait, but it's just I have everything in that phone.

"So, can I call you back?" He asked.

"They're making me turn off the phone." He said.

"Oh alright then.." I replied.

"Oh wait, what is your password?! So I can call you back." He asked.