The way those fucking dimples on his cheeks shows up whenever he enters the room with a smug smile aware of his effect on people around him, the way his dragon eyes always shines different shades of brown in the lightings, the way his dyed silver hair shines in the sun and looks fluffy like the clouds, the way his plump lips part whenever he speaks.
Oh how fucking much I hate him.
Kim Namjoon.
The name of the person at the end of my wonderful emotion.
It was last year that I moved to Seoul from Gwangju for my higher studies for psychology, when I met him.
He was a well reputed and already a senior when I was still a freshman.
We had a combined classes with the sunbaenims, when the professor introduced him to us as one of the many bright student he has seen in his 15 years of career.
He stood there with his charming dimpled smile upon the introduction and all the girls were squealing like seagulls upon his beauty.
I was one of them too. Minus the squealing.
I was swooned by his beauty and his features like any other girl or maybe some boys too in the room while the professor babbled about all the awards he has won and how we should learn from him. He was just standing there with his polite smile beside the professor.
And then his eyes met mine.
My breathe got stuck in my throat and my eyes widen. I quickly ducked behind my thick book to avoid his eyes, my cheeks got heated in embarrassment while I mentally jumped out the window right about now.
I took deep breaths and peeked through the top of the book. He was still looking at me.
"- and that's how you should be while you study. It's just not for your Mark's but what you learn too." The professor finished and that's what broke me out of eye contact when he turned to look at him.
"Thankyou professor for introducing me and no I am not that intelligent," he said while scratching his nape a little, "And I would love to guide all the students." He said while glancing back at me for a little.
Surely he wasn't glancing at you Y/n maybe he was looking at someone behind you.
And those thought got true when along the years I found out about how many girls he have slept with on one of those guiding sessions of him.
I scoffed a little at that.
"You know you stare at him like he is the only one in the world" my bestfriend nudged me from beside.
