I watched him as he stopped at school.
As usual coming by bicycle.
The way he swung his long leg over it.
Standing beside it as he pushed it.
Rolling beside his well build self, while he entered on the school ground.
His wide and muscular shoulders facing me. His bag sideways around his body. Hanging one sided on his shoulder. Embracing him.
I was so mesmerized by him.
But sadly it wasn't only me.Kim Namjoon.
The Schools unexpectedly popular guy.
Why unexpected, you may ask yourself.
Well he is not the standard kind of popular kid.
He likes to grow plants.
He only drives by bicycle.
He loves to read.
He has an IQ of 148 and is the best in our whole course.
He is kind and polite.
He is build like a Greek God and is soft like a Marshmellow.But if you go against his rules, he will break you apart.
He surely is kind of a heart breaker.
Because he refused anyone who ever tried to be with him.
Me? I never tried.
I wanna keep my pride.I deeply sighed.
As usally, I entered the school all by myself.
I have no friends here.
But that's okay.
I once had one, but she switched school.
I have those kinda people I'm cool with and which let me stay with them.
But that's everything.
And usally I don't take their nice offer.
Many people tried.
But I got so used to beeing by myself, that I distanced myself completely.
And I'm so much happier.People call me the 'mysterious freak' here.
It's a compliment for me.
Beeing mysterious makes people curious.
You get people's attention and they find you interesting.
It makes you attractive in some way.
Who wouldn't take it as a compliment?
And freak? People call you a freak if you are different. And beeing different was the most beautiful thing in my eyes.People which became basic all together with the society disgust me on every possible level.
I wore my black medical mask and entered the building.
Feeling people stare at me.
They don't like my style.
They used to call me a whore until Namjoon stepped in.
He is against bullying.
That's when my obsession with him started.
I know it's unhealthy.
But I can't help it.Bored and with dead eyes, I walked up the stairs.
Feeling the stares of people behind me.
Needy boys praying they get a glimpse whats underneath.
Jelly girls hoping I might trip, so they have something new to badmouth about me.Holding my sketch book tightly in my arms.
Yes I draw.
I also paint at home.
But I prefer doing just random sketches and turn it into something cool later on.
I wrote my own little storys into my drawings.
It was my way of expression.Finally reaching our classes room, I walked straight up to my chair.
At the back, in a corner beside the wall on the left.
I sat down and the room started to fill up.
As I put my earphones in to wait for the teacher, he came in.
My eyes shot open and all my attention was glued onto him.'What is he doing here?'
Namjoon was in my class yes, but usally he would train right now with his basketball team.
Yes.
He did basketball.
And there was no game he lost till now.
I loved to watch him in class over my phone.
They usally live stream their training on their TikTok account.
His Team is very famous.
Mostly he is very famous.
Not only on the internet but also wherever he stepped.
Everyone wanted to be with him.
Wanted to be liked by him.
Even the boys were after him.
They wanted him all as their friend.
But Namjoon was a calm and distanced kind of person.
So it was impossible for people to become actually close with him.
He will talk with you yes.
But you will never get to know more about him than he tells on the internet.
He kept holding onto his barriers.I admired this about him.
He is just so different.
He keeps things private.
He puts a barrier between public and private.
And in my eyes that's a hard thing to do.
But it protects you.
As his eyes scanned the classroom, I suddenly became nervous.
Since he protected me against the bullys, he never even spared me a single glance.
I have thought about this way to much.
Was he disgusted by my style aswell?
I wish he would give me a better view on how he thinks.
He was all locked up.