Fall For Me | Namjoon [√]

1: he's my first kiss

I couldn't look at him. I kept my head down and the class went on. I couldn't be more glad because the dude-I-accidentally-kissed-that-turned-out-to-be-my-teacher didn't make a scene. He did seem like the dumb type at first glance, but, if he really was dumb he wouldn't be taking our class now.

It was me who was dumb, an absolute idiot and a possible criminal offender now too.

I bit on my bottom lip hard, shooting daggers at the book opened before me. My mind was completely elsewhere; actually days before, when the incident— more like accident, occurred.

It was another painfully ordinary day and I had a date, with my friend, sadly because I had no boyfriend, or a girlfriend. On weekdays like that, I had no other job than to binge watch a Netflix show, unless one of those 'friends' called me because their lover had left them or something.

But the only problem was I was late. I was dashing on the road in full speed with a piece of bread hanging from my mouth because my mom wouldn't let me go outside in an empty stomach, my other hand tightly holding on to the strap of my bagpack so it wouldn't fall.

Yeah, I should stop watching anime if I was going to run around like that.

My hair tightly put up in a ponytail and the sides of my shirt flying with the wind as I ran. I had worn a blue shirt and a white T-shirt underneath.

"Byul!!" I screamed putting my arms up on the air when I saw Hunbyul, my date for today standing in front of a coffee shop with her hands crossed over her chest.

I only ever saw her a few times in the movie club I had joined during my first semester of college, though I hardly ever joined their meetings. I was in second semester now, still a freshman but I still didn't get the hype of this college life. Probably because this Hankuk college was close to my house.

Byul and I met in the group chat made exclusively for the club members and chatted individually, often. We just happened to casually like and share memes, that was all.

She had this annoyed look on her face. Was it because I was eight minutes late?

Oh, right. She broke up with her boyfriend last night.

"Are you okay Byul?" I said in a softer tone approaching her. She noticed me only then. Her eyes were puffed up, the corners were red and it looked like she was tearing up again.

Gosh, sometimes, I really hated guys.

"Soomi..." She unfolded her arms, calling out my name in a shaky little voice. "Look."

There was a huge brown stain, still fresh and mapped on her white top.

"How did this happen?" I shrieked. It looked so raw as if someone had just painted it.

"T-this guy.."

"I'm so sorry!" A guy with a bundle of tissues on his hands came running out of nowhere. "They said they couldn't give a towel. Oh gosh! I'm sorry!"

He held his head, frustrated. I could see Byul shifting on her stance uncomfortably because of the ruckus he was making.

"Did you spill on her dress?" I asked calmly, judging the man who really was losing it in front of me.

"Yes, I'm so sorry! Are you her friend?" He looked at me for the first time and I too, took a good look at him.

He had a tall, slender physique. He was masculine but not to the point it would make him intimidating. In fact, there was a gentle aura radiating from him. He looked clueless, and clumsy, and quite good-looking to be fair.