BTS Oneshot ( Book 1 )

The difference ( Namjin )

The classroom buzzed with the usual chatter of students waiting for the final bell to ring. Namjoon sat at his desk, scribbling furiously in his notebook, his brow furrowed in concentration. Across the room, Seokjin sat with a group of friends, his laughter carrying above the noise. Namjoon's pen paused for a moment as he glanced over, watching Seokjin's perfect smile light up the group.

He frowned, immediately turning his attention back to his work. Seokjin was his biggest annoyance, the person who always seemed to be in his way. The two had clashed since freshman year, their personalities like oil and water. Where Namjoon was serious, thoughtful, and precise, Seokjin was carefree, popular, and seemingly without a worry in the world.

As the bell rang, Namjoon hurriedly packed up his things, trying to avoid any interaction with Seokjin. But as luck would have it, Seokjin stepped directly in his path as he made his way to the door.

"Hey, brainiac," Seokjin greeted, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Still trying to save the world with all that thinking?"

Namjoon gritted his teeth. "At least I'm doing something productive with my time, unlike some people."

Seokjin's eyes gleamed with amusement. "Productive, huh? Is that what you call it when you spend half the class scribbling in that notebook of yours? You know, there's more to life than just equations and essays."

Namjoon didn't rise to the bait. "Some of us have goals," he said flatly. "I wouldn't expect you to understand."

Seokjin crossed his arms, clearly enjoying the exchange. "You really need to relax, Namjoon. All that stress is going to give you wrinkles before you're twenty."

Namjoon shot him a withering look. "I'll take wrinkles over wasting my life any day."

Seokjin laughed. "Wasting? Please. I've got my whole life planned out. I just choose to enjoy it along the way."

Namjoon muttered something under his breath and tried to push past Seokjin, but Seokjin wasn't having it. He blocked Namjoon's path with an exaggerated grin.

"Come on, admit it. You're just jealous that I don't have to try as hard to be this amazing."

Namjoon sighed, his patience running thin. "Get out of my way, Seokjin."

Seokjin leaned in slightly, his voice lowering in mock seriousness. "Say please."

Namjoon gave him a cold glare before walking around him, leaving the classroom without another word. Behind him, he could hear Seokjin's chuckle echoing through the hallway.

Outside, Namjoon's frustration simmered as he walked toward the library. He needed to focus, to get away from all the distractions. But Seokjin always found a way to get under his skin. It was infuriating how someone so infuriating could be so... captivating.

Namjoon shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. He didn't have time to think about Seokjin's smug smile or the way his laugh seemed to linger in the air. He had more important things to worry about-like preparing for the upcoming debate competition.

But as he sat in the quiet corner of the library, flipping through his notes, Namjoon found it increasingly difficult to concentrate. His mind kept drifting back to Seokjin, and it annoyed him to no end. He couldn't stand the guy, so why did he always manage to invade his thoughts?

Several hours later, Namjoon's focus was broken by a familiar voice.

"Well, well, look who's hiding out in the library."

Namjoon looked up to see Seokjin standing in front of him, a teasing grin plastered on his face.

"Are you following me now?" Namjoon asked, unable to mask his irritation.