Being in a hospital is never fun, period. But there's one thing in this case that seems to make things better; the doctor who visits to check on you more frequently than others. Dr. Kim Namjoon is a totally swoon-worthy cardiac doctor who just happe...
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ꜰᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴇɴ | "Bᴇsᴛ ᴏꜰ Mᴇ"
-You- I didn't think much of this before, but seeing the way Namjoon is willing to drop everything for me just because he feels like it, is a pretty good indicator that he's a keeper. I already knew that, but his attempts at comforting me now were proving it even further. I wanted to do something for him, to show him how grateful I was for him, to show him I really meant every one of my thank yous. So, I did. I'm no good with words, at least saying them anyway. But I have some pretty mean writing skills, so they got put to use in written form instead. Now's the best time for Namjoon's bookworm to come out.
"Hey N/n?" Namjoon asks.
We've been lying together for the past hour now. He was still trying to comfort me over what had happened, and I got a little distracted thinking about the letter. I didn't honestly know if it was working, or if it was an excuse to make sure I didn't do something I'd regret later on for it, or because he wanted to take a look at my asthma. So we were just lying until Namjoon broke the silence, but I wasn't really listening. My brain seems to be in a million different places right now.
"Hmm, what's up Joon?"
Namjoon starts saying something, and then I realize I'm not even listening to whatever he's saying. My brain really is in a million different places at the moment. Currently, it was wandering back to the first time I met Yeonjun; my freshman year of high school. It was in my anatomy class. I only remember that specific day, and meeting him, because I wasn't paying attention as usual. I was too busy lost in one of my books to care for whatever I was learning about. My books were more important. I promised Namjoon I'd read that book he'd gotten me, and I don't break my promises. Most of the time anyway. I still remember my and Yeonjun's first conversation; even the first day he moved to our high school.
March 23, Eight Years Ago
-You- I was so engrossed in my novel that I didn't even hear my anatomy teacher trying to introduce a new student to the class. Or maybe he wasn't, and just told them to pick a seat. I don't really know, and I don't really care. Namjoon got me a new book over the weekend and requested I read it, so I was more focused on the dystopian murder mystery I was reading.
'Oh no she didn't!' I thought silently as I hit an interesting chapter. I didn't even feel the tap on my shoulder, not realizing that the new kid was asking to sit with me.
Choi Yeonjun was new to the school and didn't have any friends so far. He was annoyed with the teacher who kept trying to make him introduce himself when he wanted nothing more than to just sit down and work already. But don't be fooled. Not on schoolwork of course. He wanted to keep writing lyrics. He likes to write the way you do. Albeit his writing is songwriting whereas you like writing artistically. But not so different at all. When the boring teacher finally offered him a place to sit, he averted his eyes to gaze around the room for the perfect place to sit, knowing he'd be there a while. And that's when his eyes landed on you. The quiet, pretty, girl who'd been reading the entire time, completely ignoring the teacher without a care in the world.
