Boyeong struggled to hold onto her cup of coffee as Namjoon excitedly pulled her to all of his favourite places in Seoul.
It was busy, and there were crowds all around her, containing all sorts of people.
And yet, she just couldn't keep her eyes off of Namjoon.
His hair was fluffy in the wind, and she had the impulse to reach out and touch it. It looked so soft, and she wanted to know how it felt between her fingers, in her fists.
He looked back to her, catching her staring, and his face pulled into a grin, his dimples drawing her attention, like always.
He pulled her into a doorway, and suddenly the world wasn't bustling, it was calm, peaceful.
Namjoon let go of her hand, and she roamed the bookstore, searching the shelves.
It smelled like coffee and old books; her absolute favourite combination.
She felt hands on her waist, pulling her away from the wonder of the books, the adventures she could go on.
Namjoon turned her around and groaned.
"Ah, if only you looked at me like that."
She did, but only when he wasn't looking.
He was joking.
She just smiled and looked away.
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¤ Nice Guy ¤ Kim Namjoon
Short Story~ "Namjoon, I thought you were a nice guy, what is this?" "I was tired of being the nice guy! Just once, I want someone to see more to me! You have to understand better than anyone, the pressure to be perfect, be first. I do what I have to." ~ In...
