Thank You For Flying With EXO Airlines! #10YearsWithEXO

Thank you for flying with EXO Airlines! #10YearsWithEXO

Substance—KNJ

Namjoon x Reader, Idol!AU

1.2k, this chapter rated T, later chapters explicit

Summary: You meet Kim Namjoon at the library during a yearlong fellowship in Seoul. You’ve never heard of BTS, but you like him. Is there a place in his life for you?

Warnings: Some language, smut in future chapters

A/N: Thanks to @vyduan and @miscelunaaa reading. Bold indicates Korean.

Mittens’ Masterlist

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Part I: The Library, January

The library is warm and bright; insulating you and these books from the cold wind that bit your cheeks on the trip here. The librarian accepts your list of books and you go to set up shop in a small, quiet carel on the second floor. When you return to the desk, he’s found everything except for the book of Agnes Martin writings.

“Someone checked it out less than an hour ago, noonim. A tall man with a hat” — he gestures to the Yankees cap on your head— “and a mask.”

You nod and thank him. Back up on the second floor, you’re standing in the balcony looking around at the tables scattered about to see if you can spot the book or it’s current owner.

Ah ha! Spotted! You see the book sitting on top of a pile, it’s distinct pale blue cover easy to spot. You head down the stairs and nearly trot over to the table.

The man sitting next with the book is wearing a snapback and a mask. As you approach, you wave your hand a little to try and catch his eye without being too loud or too American about it. “Yeogiyo—“ you start to address the man at the table with the book, your voice in a low whisper.

Before you can finish your sentence, a second, very large man puts his arm on the table and steps right in front of you. One more step and you’d have walked right into him. “Sorry. Important business.”

You are very confused.

“Oh, ummmm, I’m sorry to interrupt, —“ Oh no. You cannot remember the Korean word for ‘book’.

You just used it. You can remember that the word for ‘spider’ is geomi, what you wore to your 8th grade graduation, what you had for lunch last Tuesday, the exact shade of lipstick your grandma wore. But you can’t remember the fucking Korean word for ‘book’ in a fucking library in Korea. This large, scary man is flustering you. The wheels in your brain are spinning.

“The, ummm, ah shit.” The curse just comes out and the man at the table looks up. His brown eyes peering over the mask at you. He does a double take when he sees your face. When he sits up a bit, he looks larger than you’d originally thought. It looks like he’s making a move to say something—

“Important business.” The large man says this louder again. He walks towards you, looming over you, trying to intimidate you away from…getting this book? Now you’re just annoyed.

“Sir. This is a library. We all have the same business here. My important business is that I need that Agnes Martin—book. Gamsahamnida.” You bow with a hint of sarcasm. You can take the girl out of New York, but you can’t take the New Yorker out of the girl.

The man at the table is standing now, his hand moves to the mean man’s shoulder. He whispers something in Korean, you only catch the word “chaeg”. Book. Damn it. That’s what it is.

“I’m so sorry,” table man is now speaking to you in English, bless him. Oh. He is as tall as his voice is deep. “What is it that you need?”

You’ve calmed down a bit and start to write your name and number on your notebook. “Just if you can let me know when you’re finished with the Agnes Martin book? I’m working in one of the carels on the second floor.” You rip the page out and hand it to him. “I can come down and get it, I’d really appreciate it.”

He smiles, or you think he does, it’s hard to tell in the mask. His eyes crinkle at the edges and look kind. “Sure, sorry about all this…misunderstanding.” He gestures vaguely to the mean man who is still standing next to you but looking out into the library.

“Oh, um, it’s fine.” You bow slightly to both of them, even though you’re still not sure if that’s right or not. “Gamsahamnida.”

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Nearly an hour later, you look up from your notebook when someone is waving near you. You take off your headphones, it’s the man from downstairs. You first see the book in his hand. A coffee in the other. His mask is off. He’s smiling and— Oh. Dimples.

His gaze is even and confident, but it’s that. He’s really looking at you, his eyes taking their time roaming around your face, your body. You’re suddenly very aware of how clingy your turtleneck sweater is, your unwashed hair in your old Yankees cap, where your jeans press into your waist.

You thank him and take the book. He clears his throat, finger tips resting at the end of your desk. The hem of his hoodie just level with the edge.

“Can I ask what you need the book for? I haven’t met many Agnes Martin fans. And by that I mean anyone who has even heard of her.” He gives a little shrug, the wattage on his smile dials down a bit.

“Oh sure,” this brightens you up. “Not many people ask. I’m a visiting scholar at the Museum of Modern Art.” His eyes open up a bit at this.

“I specialize in mid-century minimalism, unprimed canvases, paintings that have larger color fields. I’m giving a lecture on Martin in my class at SNU tonight. And this is the only English copy of this book that I could find in Seoul. My Hangul isn’t good enough for the translation.”

“It was pretty good downstairs.” He smiles, it’s so bright. “I’m so sorry about that—“

“It’s okay. Thanks for bringing it to me. I don’t usually get so feisty over books.”

The corner of his mouth twitches up. “Good luck with your lecture.”

You nod, looking back down to your notebook. You don’t want to be rude, but you are on a deadline. Thank you, library hottie, but time to get back to work.

“Would you like to get a coffee? With— with me?”

You look up in surprise.

“I would love to but I have to teach this afternoon and make it back across Seoul to do so. Also—” you gesture to his hand and grin. “You already have one.”

He blushes and looks at the floor before glancing up, oh that was remarkably effective actually. That smile could convince you to do a lot of things. Plus, he looks kind, a boon to your time here if this is who you meet at the library.

“Thanks for bringing the book up.”

He nods, a slight bow, turning towards the exit. “Cheonmaneyo.”

The word sticks in your brain. It’s not until you’re on the bus back to SNU that you do the mental and internet gymnastics of trying to translate the word you heard into Hangul and then back into English so you can learn it.

At this you look up, staring out the window, a small smile on your face. Nearly home, your phone buzzes.

UNKNOWN: Hi. It’s Namjoon. From the library.

UNKNOWN: You gave me your number for the book.

UNKNOWN: Want to get coffee another time?

The next time you see Kim Namjoon he is standing in his bathrobe.

PART 2

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