𝘚𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 ⇢ 𝑻𝒂𝒆𝑱𝒐𝒐𝒏

Chapter 13

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Pushed to the side by a guy he's never seen before. He also had blonde hair, but it was more lighter than his. He had the purest doe eyes, yet his body didn't seem so..innocent

"Hello? Earth to Namjoon Kim? You there?"

Namjoon snapped back to reality as the figure waved his hands in front of Namjoons face, "Huh- wha-"

"Hi, it seems like you're back to earth huh?"

Namjoon flushed red, "Well. Uhm–"

"–No need. Also, are you alright? You've been kind of staring at that door for over 3 minutes now—"

3 MINUTES!?? Namjoon groaned at the thought and as covered his face in his hands

"I-I'm so sorry. I was just. Thinking about something?" Though it came out more as statement rather then a question to the figure to whom Namjoon does not know the name of

"Well alright then Joon- Is it okay if i call you Joon?" The guy asked

All Namjoon gave in return was a slight nod of indication. He thought it sounded nice for someone to call him, rather then his only, and ever, best friend Jackson

"I'll head in first, since y'know-"

"No that's fine..no need to explain!" Namjoon gave the guy his best dimpled smile

"Now that's out of the way, let's head inside. Hm?' and to with content Namjoon followed him inside, only to find that the guy taking the lead was now drenched in water. And to Namjoons surprise he actually somehow wanted it to be him to get drenched in water, but that also lead him to wonder..

Did he know about that? Is that why he needed to, well tried too, explain why he should go first?

And just to answer his thought, the whole class bursted into a fit of laughter. Namjoon stepped around the drenched guy and that's when he knew that the bucket of water was meant for him instead. The whole class started to die out of energy and as well as the laughter when they noticed it wasn't Namjoon who was drenched but, the class president. Well we're fucked.. thought the whole class.

"Now who- who decided this was appropriate for class today? Hm?.." Said the president as he walked over to Namjoon and grabbed the sleeves of the jacket wrapped around his waist, which caused the man to blush a soft tint of cherry, whilst dragging him to a desk up front, "Sit"

I'm not a dog you can boss around idiot Namjoon thought, but like always he never stays true to his words and listened attentively like a bitch

"Well I'm waiting for a response class, I don't have all day standing around" The class president demanded. After a lot of whispers and chattering, one student spoke up

"Uhm.." He hesitated a bit until, "Speak up idiot!" got the student to flinch, but nonetheless speak up

"SeoHan thought of it!" The student then pointed at a boy, with dark brown curly hair and hazel-orbed eyes, standing with a group of others who were urgently trying to move away from the said male, making him stand out

He sighed, "Okay I admit it, that wasn't very smart of me to do, but if it wasn't for some half English-Korean transfer student to just appear out of no where-" the student moved up to the upper front part where the class president had a better view of him, "when, let me remind you, there is only about half of the school year left!"

Silence fell and everyone turned quickly to the class president for his response, "Is that all?"

"That's it? Is president not going to scold him or nothing?" A student whispers

SeoHan immediately widened his eyes and stood with his hands clutched to his sides and 90°bowed repetitively to the class president, "I'm so sorry president! I didnt mean too! Please please forgive me"

"Who knew SeoHan would be the one bowing to class president, when he said he'd make it the other way around!"

"Said that all just yesterday too!"

"What a coward"

"He even said it so confidently..."

The class began to flood with whispers and laughter, all but angering SeoHan, that damn fucking half-bastard

SeoHan took a glance to his left, glaring at Namjoon who shivered at his gaze. The class president must've noticed since he'd straightened SeoHan up and place his hand on his shoulder, "Well let's not try and do that again, shall we?"

Squeezing Hans' shoulder while sending him an endearing yet murderous smile, "YESYES I, I wouldn't dare to do it again! Thank you thank you!"

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"Did he really do that to SeoHan!??" Jackson exclaimed

"I couldn't believe it either! For a second I thought I was in the wrong class when it all went down.." Namjoon replied back yet sounding really worried

Both males walked around campus for lunch almost everyday. It was like a routine, a daily routine for the both of them. They decided to stop and sit down so they would be able to eat lunch while talking about the incident,

"you know.." Jackson said dragging the word, getting his bestfriends attention, "if it weren't for the class president we would've already been at the bathroom getting you all dried up"

"That's true..." Namjoon then perked up, "I should've thanked him!" worryingly looking at Jackson with widened eyes

"Joon, don't tell me you left lecture without saying 'Thank you' to the class president"

"Yeah..." Namjoon answered and nervously chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck

Jackson sighed, face-planting himself with disappointment. He looked back up to his bestfriend, who is now giving him a apologetic expression, "Oh don't give me that look! Save it for the class president idiot!"

"Argh. You're right" Namjoon looked once again upset, "Hey hey, Joon why are you lookin upset again?" Jackson worryingly asked

"It's just that i can't.." Jacksons expression switched from worry to confused, he stammered, "W-what? Why can't you?"

That was one thing Namjoon couldn't do. It's not that he wasn't thankful for the president for saving him, or taking the 'bait', but it was because Namjoon thinks he has a crush on the class president. His heart keeps thumping loudly and rapidly every time the president would talk to him or just generally talk. He feels all hot and stuffed when the president comes even an inch near Namjoon

"because i think i love him." Namjoon blurted out

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