|| Enemies to Lovers/ Roommates AU||
Lindsay walks into the room, trips on absolutely nothing, and falls flat on her face.
That's just her luck, and she's used to it.
She was sent off to spend a week with the perfect teenage boy, Namjoon, whom she...
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"Alright, class. Please take your seats and settle down. We have a lot to do today," the chemistry professor, Miss. Melody, announced to the sea of children who had just flooded into the laboratory, laughing and chatting and deciding who is going to sit next to whom.
Miss Melody stood over her desk, gripping its edges with her hands while leaning over it observing the distorted class before her.
Summer was over and it's another day and another year of course. Another tiring year for a professor trying to handle a bunch of unsystematic teenagers.
It was not a surprise that Lindsay was the only student who had already taken her seat with her books arrange into a neat pile on her desk, patiently waiting for the class to commence.
She sat there lonely and isolated as Laila is practically the only friend she had from the entire school and Lindsay was not the most sociable girl in the area to interact and make friends with many people.
Plus, it was not like many people even wanted to be friends with her while acknowledging her clumsiness. Lindsay had found out quite long ago that friends like Laila are limited in supply and are an exclusive edition.
"Class please, settle down and take your seats," Miss Melody hollered desperately trying to silence the class. She banged her palm hard on the desk repetitively to get their attention but they only ignored her harder. She couldn't help but clutch the sides of her temple and groan in extreme frustration.
Lindsay saw her mess of a teacher and felt extremely sorry for her. she wished she could help in some way but her trying to silence the class would have been an absolute comedy.
Just then, the door swung open and in stepped the God of perfection- I mean Kim Namjoon.
Lindsay let her eyes glaze over his supernaturally flawless nature and how he glided inside the classroom. Yeah, you heard that right.
He didn't apparently walk; he was so graceful in his gait that he looked as if he's gliding on the floor like how an ice skater does at an ice rink or how a swan skims through the ripples in a lake under a midnight sky which carried a pure white full moon.
"Oh Namjoon," the professor exclaimed in ecstasy at his arrival and Lindsay could have sworn that she had the dreamiest expression ever so much that her eyes were almost turned into two hearts.
Of course, what did you expect?
A student like Namjoon was definitely each and every teacher's dream child. Namjoon is the kind of student that a teacher would love a little more than she loves her biological child.
Namjoon stood in front of her and turned the corners of his mouth upwards and gave her a lovely smile. "Don't worry, Miss Melody. Let me take care of it," he softly said.
