Perfect| Namjoon

5

Jungkook

Prosopagnosia could be a huge-ass bitch. 

That is what I inferred from the unfortunate scene unfold before me. A dolorous Kim Nam-joon following behind an incredibly infuriated Lee Se-ri, desperately trying to convince her that he was not willingly being a major dickhead. I knew only briefly how Haerin, Nam-joon and Se-ri were acquainted with each other, as well as the misfortune that followed Nam-joon's accident and how miserably it had damaged his and Se-ri's relationship. It may not have been Haerin's story to tell, but I was glad that she trusted me all the same. 

"Jungkook, I...uh...I'll be back," She said, not even waiting for my approval or confirmation that she had been heard before rushing out of the cafeteria. I could sense that she was distracted, probably by the wretched episode that had occurred a little over five minutes ago. She didn't discuss the situation much but enough to know her opinion on it. She was going to convince him to stop acting like a shithead and tell his long lost friend the truth. I agreed with her, though I couldn't blame Nam-joon for acting that way. I myself had kept secrets from Haerin, skeletons in my closet that though I'd prefer kept hidden, would at some point spill out to her. 

 That was just how I was around her, Cha Haerin. It wasn't surprising how I'd been crushing on her for a month now. On that holy day two months ago, when she was assigned as my 'buddy' I noticed she'd been reading The Social Animal. A book by David Brooks that I just adored. Throughout the book, he beautifully describes how the emotional personality changes over time with the frequent use of Harold  and Erica- two fictional characters. 

Haerin and I just clicked. On the very first day we talked and made conversation as if we'd known each other for years, contradicting the reality that we'd only just met five minutes ago. She was beautiful. Not in the conventional way, maybe, but to me she was the most alluring girl I'd ever set my eyes on. She was ambitious, never once losing sight of her goal-to become a known neurosurgeon. 

She could be like a wise old elf at times and then at other times, she'd act like a complete dork, so unbelievably childish that I wondered how she managed to walk straight. However, I noticed that she'd been alone before I came, not having any friends to hang out with. And I wondered why such a wonderful creation and gift to humanity had not been cherished. 

I'd never been the social butterfly myself, or the life of the party. In fact, I was pretty much alone until I found Haerin. I'd be lying if I'd said I hadn't been asked out by a girl or caught someone checking me out. But none of them grabbed my attention. 

I'd tried so hard, so incredibly hard to get into Shin-A High. I knew getting into the prestigious school would be my first step in becoming a forensic psychologist. There was just something in delving into the minds of criminals-what, why and how someone had committed a crime interested me. So I'd read almost every book that the neuroscience world had to offer, thus explaining my knowledge about Nam-joon's disorder. 

Shaking my head and bringing myself back to earth from my thoughts, I looked at the time to see that it had been ten minutes since Haerin had gone. I debated heading to search for her but I didn't want to intrude on a private conversation. So I decided to spend the last twenty minutes of the forty five minutes lunch break back in class.  

Roaming through the halls of the school castle, I took my time to admire the beautiful white walls of the halls, so simple yet so enchanting. Never, in my poverty-ridden life had I experienced such luxury. 

"Heyyy! Isn't that JK?" A voice slurred behind me. I froze, knowing who it was. 

Ignoring the voice, I tried my best to remove myself from the petrified state and continue walking, into the class. Ignorance is bliss they say.