“y/n y/l/n, we meet again.” you prise open your eyelids to find an extremely familiar handsome face. “joonie.” your voice comes out as a hoarse whisper and namjoon shakes his head. “y/n, what the heck did you do?” he tuts, walking closer and pressing a cool hand to your cheek. “i didn’t do anything!” you argued weakly. “it was a car.” namjoon pulls hus hand back. “y/n, what. how- you- you shouldn’t be alive!” namjoon gasped. “but i can’t pass up the opportunity to go on a date with death.” you coughed, feeling like you were hacking up a lung. “y/n, here.” namjoon held a glass of water to your lips, helping you take small sips. “now, tell me what happened.” “firstly, when’s our date-” “y/n! that should be the least of your worries! this is the 18th time you’ve almost died!” “exactly, we’re getting close to 20 dates!” “y/n!” “okay, fine, i was walking like a normal human being. and i was crossing the road and then bang! car!” you made exploding noises. namjoon shook his head. “how you can be so happy astounds me.” you shoot a look at namjoon. “repeat that, but in 20th century english.” namjoon rolls his eyes at you. “that was 20th century!” “it was not! you were all, you astoundeth me.” you wave your hands around, putting on a fake english accent. namjoon raises an eyebrow. “firstly, i so do not have that accent-” namjoon begins “omigosh, you so do! you literally completely do!” “and secondly, i don’t use old english. i did not say astoundeth.” “sounded like it.” y/n said cheekily. “y/n y/l/n, you are so annoying.” “and yet you come and take me on a date anyway, right?” “…yes.” namjoon said after a long pause. you beam at him. “you’re sooo excited, aren’t you?” you chirp. namjoon shakes his head, a fond smile on his face. “you shouldn’t be this excited spending time with me, im literal death.” “well, i’m a little special.” you smirk at him. “and about that…when’s the date?” “y/n!”
