Claimed [Kim Namjoon X Reader]

Chapter One - Man on the steps

(A/N/ Ok, here we go.)

Looking up at the big, beautiful building with a lot of detail, you wouldn't of thought it to be a boarding school or a prison in your case. Your dad shipping you off to this boarding school was just a way of getting rid of you, you were too much "hassle". Ever since your mum died and your dad getting married again after a couple of years left you stuck with a horrible stepmother and a mean step brother. She didn't want you around and neither did he. She poisoned him against you and made out you done bad things which wasn't true... well apart from that one thing...

The car that dropped you off, screeched down the road, before turning the corner and was gone out of sight. Lucky. You insisted that you came alone, not being able to bear the sight of the smug face on you stepmother's face for a second more. Your dad was happy enough with that.

The building towered over you, casting a shadow over the long green lands that stretched for miles followed by woods. Yep, definitely a prison. You strained pulling your suitcase behind you up the concrete stairs. You only managed to get up two stairs before you were out of breath.

"Fine morning it is today." A voice behind you rang, making you almost jump out of you skin. You turned around and saw a man standing there. He had faded pink hair and pink plump lips which was turned up into a genuine smile. He was wearing a a very dark purplish blazer, a white button up shirt and the same purplish tie. Along with black slacks and polished black shoes. Not a crease in sight or a hair out of place.

"For fucks sake! You almost gave me a fucking heart attack!" You yelled at him, stomping your foot and dropping the handle to your suitcase. He only let out a chuckle and glanced at you, doing a double take. "My apologies, I never meant to frighten you. Welcome to BigHit. I must warn you that this school has a no swearing, no smoking, no drinking, no partying policy. Well, it's not like anyone listens anyway." His voice trailed off.

"How incredible dull" You said, rolling your (e/c) eyes. The man's eyes seemed glazed over with...humour? He extended an arm which you politely shook. "I'm Kim Namjoon but please call me Namjoon. Everyone else does." "Alright, Namjoon. The names (Y/N) (L/N) but (Y/N) is fine." You gave a small smile at him. "Would you like a tour? It is rather a larger building which results in getting ...lost..." Namjoon's words trailed off. "That would be lovely, if only I could carry my suitcase." You gestured to the rather large suitcase. Namjoon walked past you and lifted the suitcase as if it was a feather and was up the stairs in no time. Your eyes widen at his strength as you ran after him.

Namjoon showed you around the school, showing you all the classrooms, the hall, where they had meetings and the Headmasters office. This place was huge! You weren't going to remember all this. You huffed next to Namjoon as he took long strides, quickly explaining where to go, tips, schedules, teachers names and frankly you couldn't keep up. You went to the office and got your timetable of subjects and times. 

"And along here we have former headmasters dating back from-"
"Is there anything we can do for fun around here?" You cut Namjoon off and he slowed down. Finally. A small smirk plays on his lips. "Well, we have a range of different rooms. You've got the main room filled with all different things like TV's or pool tables. Or if you're artsy we've got the art room, music studio and the dance studio - " "You have a dance studio?!" Your eyes lit up as you looked up at him. "Yes, in fact this is it coming up" His head slanted as he looked at you quizzically. "You dance?" "Hell yeah! Been dancing since I was five with my..." Your voice trailed off and your eyes filled with sorrow as you looked at the floor, scuffing your shoes.

Namjoon knew he had hit a sore spot as he looked at your sudden sadness. He slowly moved swiftly on, not wanting to make things even more awkward. "This is the dance studio-" You could hear the loud music which indicated that someone was using it. "If we're lucky we could see Hoseok and Jimin dancing."