Taehyung
Me:
Meet me at the cafeteria when your class ends.
Joonie:
Okay.
-x-
"What are you gonna get?" Namjoon walks up behind me in the cafeteria line.
"Mmm... noodles."
"Me too."
We get our noodles and sit down at one of the long tables, Namjoon in the seat across from me.
"Aw, I always feel so bad for the freshmen. Look how confused the poor boy looks," Namjoon says, pointing to the entrance of the cafeteria with his chopsticks. I follow his gaze to find a boy looking around, nervously fumbling with the hem of his white sweater.
I stare at the boy for a few seconds before a confused expression settles on my face.
"What's wrong?"
"He looks... familiar somehow?" I say, my eyes still locked on the nervous boy.
"Can we call him over to sit with us? I feel bad for him," Namjoon with a pout on his lips.
"Sure, I guess."
"Hey! Freshman in the white sweater! Do you-" Namjoon starts to shout across the cafeteria.
"Dude don't yell at the kid! Go over there or something," I say, but the boy is already staring at us with wide eyes. Namjoon motions for him to come over to us with his hand. The boy looks both ways like he's going to cross the street before slowly making his way toward us.
When he gets to the table we're sitting at, he and I make eye contact and hold each other's gaze for a good fifteen seconds before he turns to Namjoon.
"How did you know I was a freshmen? D-Do you know me?" he asks quietly, me still staring at his face.
"No I don't know you. You just looked like a freshman cause you were all confused," Namjoon replies.
"Oh." A few moments of silence pass by until the boy speaks again.
"So... Why did you call me over here?"
"I wanted to see if you wanted to sit with us since it looks like you don't have anyone else to sit with..." he trails off like he may have offended the boy.
"Oh, s-sure if that's okay. Thanks," he says before pulling out the chair next to me and sitting down.
I continue to stare at his face.
"W-Why are you staring at me? Is there something on my face?" he asks as he holds his phone up to check his reflection.
"No, you just... look really familiar for some reason," I say. A small smile appears on the boy's lips but it quickly vanishes.
"...I do?"
"Yeah, Namjoon have you seen him before?"
"No... Maybe he's the dude in your head," Namjoon says jokingly with a smirk on his face. My eyes widen and I look back at the boy.
"Oh my god!" I shout.
"W-What!?" the boy says startled.
"He's! You are the boy from my head! Oh my god Joonie! This is the boy! This is his face! I know what his face looks like! I'm," I shout before my words turn into a jumble of incoherent warbling.
