Quixotic Imagines (Various X Reader/Short Stories)

Alphabet Soup (Namjoon X Reader)

"(Y/n)-noona! Please teach me English!" (Y/n)'s younger cousin Namjoon looked up at her with pleading eyes, and she had no reason not to give in. He was both cute and a fast-learner. Surely additional tutoring from a translator wouldn't hurt since those English TV shows his mother made him watch hadn't been the easiest to follow anyway. 

"Okay. Come here, Joonie," (Y/n) playfully called, and the little boy slid into his seat at her dining table obediently. "Let's get something to eat first, alright?" 

(Y/n) opened her cabinet, scanning the shelves until she saw the can she had saved from her recent trip to America. "Ah, here it is." Namjoon watched curiously as (Y/n) opened the can, pouring out a red liquid filled with assorted symbols into a bowl. Then, she placed it in the microwave to heat.

"What is that, noona?" 

"The Americans call it 'alphabet soup.' You'll understand soon," (Y/n) clarified, getting a confused look from her cousin. 

The microwaved beeped to signal completion of its task, and (Y/n) pulled out the bowl, setting it on the dining table in front of Namjoon with a spoon. 

"We will begin first by formally learning the English alphabet. It contains twenty-six letters able to be combined into words of varying lengths, much like Hangul." (Y/n) scooped up a single pasta letter in the spoon of tomato sauce. "Now, eat and repeat after me. A."

"A." Namjoon gazed at the letter in front of him before slurping up the spoon contents. (Y/n) continued.

"B." Namjoon repeated obediently before eating.

"C." The two continued their English lesson for the rest of the lunch hour, quickly going over all of the alphabet. Soon enough, it was time to review.

"Joonie, repeat the alphabet that you've just learned to me." (Y/n) sat patiently as Namjoon took a breath meant to last through his recitation of all twenty-six letters.

"A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z." The boy smiled, slightly out of breath by his fast speaking but otherwise satisfied with his performance. 

(Y/n), likewise, was impressed. "Well done, Joonie." She patted her cousin on the head before reverting back to a teaching attitude. "Now, I expect you to practice this everyday until we see each other again, alright?" Namjoon nodded. "Good." 

(Y/n) got up, packing her things for her next trip. Her next translator job was somewhat distant from Ilsan. She wouldn't be seeing Namjoon again for awhile. That would give him plenty of time to study.

"(Y/n)." (Y/n)'s mother suddenly appeared in the doorway from the hallway leading to the bedrooms. "Are you leaving so soon?"

"Yes, Mother. I must get to work as swiftly as possible. Manager expects it."

"Where are you going this time?"

"Seoul, Mother."

"Seoul," Namjoon mused carefully. "I want to go to Seoul with Noona!" He stood up, determined to get his wish.

"Sorry, Joonie. Maybe when you're older you can come, okay? For now, just study your English. It will make you a better person, I promise." With a final hug for both her mother and Namjoon, (Y/n) said her last farewell. "Goodbye, Mother. Goodbye, Namjoon. I'll see you soon."

The front door closed as Namjoon and his aunt stood there, staring at it expectantly for some time.

"I will go to Seoul," Namjoon muttered.

***Timeskip: 9 years***

"Mother!" (Y/n) smiled and hugged the time-worn woman in front of her. "I'm so happy to see you here in Seoul! What brings you?" The two were standing at Gimpo International Airport. (Y/n)'s mother had only recently gotten off her flight.

"I came to see your cousin's mother, of course. She has been feeling a bit ill lately." (Y/n)'s thoughts immediately went to Namjoon, whom she promised to visit years ago. A feeling of embarrassment filled (Y/n) as she recalled their last promise. Namjoon had gotten nine years to study the English alphabet. Nine.

"That's terrible. I will pay a visit when I have time and maybe bring a get-well gift." (Y/n)'s mother nodded in approval. "How is Namjoon? Have you gotten word of him?" (Y/n) was more curious of that, if anything. 

"He is doing well in his studies and has decided on his occupation. He will be debuting in a new boy band soon!" (Y/n)'s eyes widened at her mother's words.

"Really?" She took her mother's hands in her own. "Please tell me more, Mother."

"The group will be managed by BigHit Entertainment, if you wish to know so badly." Her mother smiled. "Their address happens to be among the buildings I recall you said you pass everyday on your way to work. You should visit them sometime if you get the chance."

"I will. Thank you, Mother." (Y/n) hugged her mother yet again. "I could drive you off before I go to wor-"

"It is alright. I can get there on my own. Please focus on your job, (Y/n)." (Y/n)'s mother smiled kindly. "Don't worry about me."

"Are you sure?" (Y/n) asked, but the woman only shook her head before walking off with a final goodbye. Sighing, (Y/n) turned back to get to her car in time to pay a little visit to BigHit.

***

(Y/n) drove down the street she usually took to work, reading the addresses off the sides of the buildings she passed. Finally, a particularly large building caught her attention. (Y/n) read the address and checked it with the information on her phone. This had to be the place.

(Y/n) got out of her car and found the entrance of the building with minimum difficulty. 

"Hello. How may I help you?" A woman in the hallway of the building asked with a smile and bow. Beside her, a man sat at a desk with a computer, clicking noisily.

"I'm looking for my cousin, Kim Namjoon. He works here now." 

The woman quickly repeated the message to the man at the computer, who clicked even faster then usual before returning her gaze to (Y/n) "Please, follow me." She lead (Y/n) down many more hallways, finally stopping outside what looked like a small studio. "Here you are, Miss. Please take care. They might be practicing for debut." The two exchanged bows before (Y/n) was left alone. Now, to catch up with Namjoon.

(Y/n) pushed the door open a crack, seeing several figures inside. Whatever. She opened the door wide and stepped into the room. The boys seemed to be rapping.

"Yamma ni ggumeun mwon-" The lead rapper suddenly stopped, feeling he was being watched. The eyes of seven boys immediately landed on (Y/n) as they ceased as well.

Great.

"Namjoon-hyung, who is she?" One of the seven boys uttered the question quietly, and a tall, figure stepped forward, eyes widening with his smile. (Y/n)'s reserve was forgotten right away.

"Joonie! I came to see you!" (Y/n) shared a hug with Namjoon, who blushed at the nickname. Around him, his fellow group members laughed. "How is your English?"

Namjoon smiled, taking another breath before speaking. "Hello, (Y/n). I have not only learned the alphabet, but the language also. It's great." 

(Y/n) could only stare in amazement that was equal to the confusion of the other boys. "Wow. You're good." 

"Korean, please," a short boy uttered before spinning away from (Y/n) with a blush, embarrassed when she looked at him. 

"Ah, sorry. Joonie has yet to give us a proper introduction," (Y/n) smiled at the shy boy. 

"That's Jimin," Namjoon said, pointing at the boy. "Jungkook, our youngest," he said, pointing to the boy that had voiced the first question about (Y/n). Taehyung, Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jin, our eldest." All of the boys bowed respectfully. "And I am leader, Namjoon." Namjoon bowed last. 

"We are Bangtan Sonyeondan," all of the boys said.

Namjoon turned to (Y/n) with a smile. "I am Rap Monster, and we are BTS."

(Y/n) stood there, listening as Bangtan continued to practice, listening to her cousin rap perfect English. Her tutoring had helped him go a long way.