Um, Ah, Er, Eh. (1/1)

A gruff and low voice spoke through the speaker of the phone. “Uh, yeah.” He reached behind to scratch the back of his neck as if you were standing right in front of him. The male had one thing in his mind yet he had some trouble spitting it out. Odd for a rapper that spits on the mic a lot, hm? You arched your eyebrow once silence began to fill the line. It was unusual for Namjoon to not speak much on the phone. He was acting awfully odd lately, in fact. He would keep the conversation going majority of the time. What’s going on? You rolled onto your stomach, tangling yourself with the bed sheets. “Deal? Let’s meet up at that one music store. I wanna get a new album.” He nodded his head but then mentally slapped himself when realizing that he was nodding to no one in particular. Namjoon cleared his throat from that awkward action just now. “Mm, alright. I’ll be there in ten.” Both of you hung up the phone simultaneously.  You laid your head on one side of your face while thinking. You pondered on what was up with his unusual behavior. Shrugging your shoulders, you got up and began to dig through your closet-- deciding on what to wear. On the other hand, Namjoon just sat at the edge of his bed. His nervousness hiked up to another level since you both were meeting in ten. Meaning-- ten minutes to prepare himself and get his stuff together. The male sucked in his cheeks and finally got up to start rummaging through his closet to find something decent to wear.