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The Art of Music | Namjoon

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      "Alright class--" the teacher abruptly stops speaking as she looks up at the nearly vacant lecture hall.

   Well, except for two students that sat at opposing sides of the hall.

    You suppose, that a class on English Music & Literature could be considered rather distasteful at a college of Performing Arts, located in Korea.

   "....okay..." the teacher says, setting her leather bag of books and papers down on the mahogany desk that stood at the center of the wooden stage.

    "During today's lesson, we'll be looking at the history of English Music Composure in Eastern America." She says, with a light--was it British?--accent.

   You open your notepad; a hefty book full of papers marked with notes in both English and Korean. Scratchpapers that had note scribbles and even the occassional doodle decorated the edges.

    To say in the least, you were very passionate about your college career.

   The male across the room opens his laptop, immediately it lighting up and displaying about a dozen tabs on the English Language, Music, and everything in between.

   You knew him. In fact, you knew him well.

   Kim Namjoon; age twenty. He graduated nearly a year ahead of you, despite your eqivalence in both IQ and test scoring.

   But a prime personality key, that was the most relevant to you.

    He's asked you out twice in the past three days.

   See, the two of you have always been together.

   Your mothers were, are, and will most likely forever be, best friends since grade school. So, by default, the two of you have been shoved into the same playroom to play with the same toys and learn the same syllables, since day one.

   In addition, there's the fact that you were both incredibly ahead of your years when it came to your education and learning abilities. Many even would go as far as to deem the two of you "the power couple" in your teenage years.

    And to top the entire mess of Kim Namjoon on top, was the fact that you both had been blessed with a knack for composing and singing.

   Well, you were more of a dancer and singer, rather than a talented composure such as Namjoon. But you could still manage a few raps and write a half-decent song.

   "--illiterate..." the teacher says, pointing at a certain painting on her powerpoint slideshow. The lecture was easy enough, but not interesting enough to keep you oit of your own thoughts.

    Your eyes pivot, dancing across the room to land on Namjoon. He was glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, hoping that you wouldn't notice.

   Upon realizing that he was, indeed, caught red-handed, he panics and looks back to the professor at the head of the lecture hall.

     You sit like that for a time, just watching the teacher's mouth move to form words that were millimeters away from meaningless to you.

    Well, not exactly.

    You were taking the class for multiplie reasons. First being the raw interest in the culture of all music across the world. Second would probably be the fact that it looked really good on all sorts of records. Thirdly, you thought it would be a class that not many were interested in.

    You had expected not many to show up.

    What you hadn't anticipated was for only two.

     And for that other person to be the boy that you've been hopelessly crushing on since age fourteen.

    Which brings us all back to the part mentioned earlier; the fact that Namjoon has asked you out two times in less than half a week.

     You hadn't necessarily rejected him.

     No, instead you just got flustered like a schoolgirl directly out of a really bad fanfiction, and walked away really fast whilst mumbling something along the lines of "....get back to you on that one."

   

    As you sit, thinking, your courage slowly builds up.

    Now or never, right?

   "Yes." You whisper. Miraculously, only Namjoom hears you, despite being in a largely packed and crowded room of three.

    You hadn't even expected Namjoon to understand what you meant by a simple one-syllable word that was, by far, the simplest term in every language on Earth.

    But for the remainder of class, Kim Namjoon could barely hide the grin that had taken up residency on his face.

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