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"Ah hyung sorry I got lost. I don't know where's the library so I ended up in the infirmary!" Jungkook explained in between his panting. His hands both on his thighs as he tries to breathe in more air.

"That's why I told you to come with me before. I really I thought you were with Jimin," Taehyung commented, his lips pressed together, sulking. Namjoon watches the two with amusement written all over his face, shrugging his shoulders as he walks away first.

"Say, are we gonna spend the rest of our lunch time in the library? I don't really mind it, my next class start at three by the way," Namjoon butt in, running a hand through his hair. His gut is telling him something, he hardly ever experiencing goosebumps on normal day like this. However, the hair on the back of his neck is making him uneasy.

"Ah hyung, go fetch us a table far in the back near the fiction aisle, would ya?" Taehyung beamed cheerfully, taking Jungkook with him to the front desk that's placed just right next to the entrance. Jeon Jungkook must register his name first in other to excess the library anytime he want to.

"Would you want your Earl Grey tea with some scones, my lord?" Namjoon scoffed, rolling his eyes when Taehyung understood his reference and the infamous boxy smile flashes in gratitude when Namjoon nods.

Namjoon wander around the huge and spacious space for some time awhile, loving the smells of various books being neatly organized with its own categories. Taking his sweet times choosing few books that caught his interest.

Namjoon found himself already at the fiction aisle, his fingers sliding the bone of the books before walking to the said table. The only table that's placed far from the other and he too, love this table because it bring him peace. The air condition isn't very cold here and the seats are comfortable.

Namjoon stop abruptly at the sight of someone else already taking the table. With the person head on the table, books scurried around him and his oversized hoodie covering half of his pretty face.

Namjoon fist a lock of his own hair, he should've trust his gut.

"He must be tired," Namjoon mutters to himself, a fond smile forcing it way on his lips. He can't help it when the person is, is an absolute beautiful.

When he isn't talking shit, of course, that's what Namjoon mean.

"Fuck whatever, I'm just gonna find another table," Namjoon said, to himself again. He took one more glance toward Kim Seokjin and with a disappointed sigh, he turn his heel to the other way.

"Seokie, whey my chocolate dwink mhmm, chocwolate..."

Namjoon need to throw himself into the trash bin if he didn't find that cute, because he has stopped himself from walking and now is taking a hesitant steps toward the table.

Maybe this is a sign, maybe he should apologize– no, not maybe, he really need to say his sorry first. He admitted that what he said to the older before was too harsh. It's okay if Seokjin's a little dumb, that's adorable.

Slowly, he sit next to the older with his hands terribly shaking. Once again, he wonder how come he was so brave at that day he called Seokjin out when currently he couldn't stop himself from being nervous. Cold sweats on his forehead.

Oh God, Taehyung and Jungkook is going to be here in any second!

"Okay it's fine, I got this." Namjoon nudges the older's arm with his fingers, biting his bottom lips when Seokjin didn't move.

"S-seokjin?" Namjoon called, his voice small and he doesn't understand why does the older have to be so intimidating with that pretty face.

"Seokie go away..."

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