THERE WAS NO OTHER person in the world more frustrating than Kim Namjoon. That boy had managed to get on her nerves every single time that they seemed to converse. The two of them, were like friends and enemies since they were kids.
Namjoon had always been the kind of kind that spend too much time in the solitude of his room, eyes scrolling through a book that her own father would have trouble understanding than in the playground. He was interested in the things that most kids would not give a second thought to.
The both of them drifted apart when they began high school, becoming moody and having different interests. She had her own friends and he had his. It became more difficult to cross paths as time went on. It wasn't until the two of them were put together in the same classroom in the beginning of senior year that she began to notice him once again. She wasn't sure whether she missed their pointless arguments or not.
But when the both of them were waiting for the bus together, he began to strike a conversation.
"Wow, you still look like the 8 year old I knew. I guess some people don't change."
She definitely wanted to punch him most of the time he opened his mouth. Namjoon was a complicated person. He had always considered his music and his studies his top priorities and to an outside party, it seemed that she was always put last.
To show that she was mad, she huffed and pulled her phone out of her bag and clicked the first application that she saw.
"Are you seriously playing a dress up game?" He asked incredulously when he glanced at her phone screen. Usually, he would respect other people's privacy but when it came to her, he just couldn't help himself.
"It's a great game, excuse you."
"It's childish."
Namjoon knew a lot of things about her. Like the fact that she cried easily. Or how she loved dogs but she was allergic to fur. He knew that she loved lemonade and she would twitch slightly when she slept. Their parents were friends but the way that she reacted to his teases and remarks only made him all the more smitten. She could never stay mad at him for too long, if she even did get mad. Most of the time, she was only pretending.
"It's cute." He grinned, waiting for a smile to curve her lips before saying, "For an 8 year old." He watched as a scowl replaced her expression.
"If you don't stop making fun of me, I'll slap you." She threatened, wondering how much longer she would have to endure his relentless remarks until the bus came.
"Can you even reach?" He nudged her, teasingly.
Before she could reply to him, he quickly cut her off. "I just missed you a bit. No need to get so wound up."
And her words died on her throat. He turned away when she gazed at him with wide eyes. It had seemed like someone had possessed Kim Namjoon.
"You missed me?" She asks slowly. The pink tint dusting his cheeks tell her enough but she wanted to hear the words again.
He got up abruptly, grabbing his backpack on the way. "Would you look at that? The bus is here. Time to go!"
She bolts up after him, smiling widely.
"Just for the record, Kim Namjoon, I missed you too."
