Pretty Lips {Namjin}

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Hello, my dears!

This chapter is supposed to be the peak of the dramatic plot I have in the making, and thank you so much for anticipating this, it means a lot to me 

As always, enjoy!

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The minute after Namjoon's advanced calculus class was over and the teacher had excused all of the students out into the hallway, Namjoon found himself shoveling out more textbooks for his next and final class for that morning, world history.

Although he hated how long the subject sessions were, the boy was grateful to have some of his friends with him to endure the grueling pain.

Those friends of his were namely Taehyung, Hoseok, and Jimin.

Namjoon was and always has been indeed quite jealous of Yoongi's class before lunch, which the older boy's counselor had chosen to be anatomy.

When Namjoon had successfully seated himself at the center of the lecturing room, Jimin and Hoseok quickly snatched the available desks on the opposite sides of him while Taehyung shuffled carefully amidst the rush of teenagers to sit down at the spot behind Namjoon, all of the boys dropping their supplies on their individual tables with a shared and equally as hard sigh.

Namjoon's head seemed to jerk up with the sudden notion of a young girl gently plopping herself in the seat in front of him, the pen resting in his hand spitting out navy blue ink suddenly at a standstill before he could even finish writing the day's date. 

Nothing at all was particularly wrong or unlawful about this female. She was very pretty, popular among her close-knit group of acquaintances, an excellent and over-achieving pupil in the classroom, and she was extremely kind and well-spoken to every single person she came across in her everyday life.

Except for one little problem, of course.

And the only issue with the seemingly perfect student was that she just adored flirting with the poor boy at every chance she could get, and today was no different for him.

The young woman let out a fake gasp with a nervous giggle as she raised up from the musty brown chair she had previously sunk into, Namjoon not being able to resist a quiet grumble departing from his pouted and pink lips.

It's not like this occurrence is anything new, despite the fact that Namjoon had told her dozens upon hundreds of times that he was actually gay, but she just would bat her thick eyelashes in his face and smile up at him like she never even heard him utter a syllable.

"Excuse me, Namjoon oppa, I believe my pencil accidentally rolled under your seat," the girl chuckled lightly behind her open palm before stooping over to collect the small piece of stationary off of the ground.

Namjoon did not like this subtle action one bit.

He knew somewhere in the back of his head that the other person's cleavage was showing in full now, as it was her proving her point to him, but he refused to even glance in her direction.

She was also taking an abnormally extended amount of time to fetch the wooden object from under Namjoon's chair, too long in his opinion to reach for a fucking pencil.

"Hey, Hye-Gi, can I ask you a question?" Namjoon fidgeted with the tips of his fingers, huffing in distaste when she nodded before she situated herself across his small square of a desk, her skirt riding up a little on purpose to reveal more of her bare thighs.

Hye-Gi grinned, playing with the top button of the dress shirt that was tucked neatly beneath her uniform-like blazer as she swung her legs a bit. "Yes, oppa, what did you want to ask me?"