Fall For Me | Namjoon [√]

7: he's into her

Knock knock

Wrong. I wasn't actually knocking on the door, I was banging on it. Still he wasn't openning up.

It was 12 minutes later, when the door creaked open and a pair of eyes could be seen. Then, he fully opened the door.

Namjoon was wearing loose pajamas bottoms, and flipflops that had ryan drawn on them, and a boring looking sweatshirt on top with sleeves that were too long for him. His hair was an utter mess. A toothbash was hanging from his mouth.

"Were you sleeping with that toothbrush in your mouth?" I asked feeling a little disgusted. If it was true that would mean he was eating his toothpaste. Ew.

"No! I was in the toilet and— wait, what are you doing here? It's 7 in the morning!" He mumbled, moving aside. "Come in. I thought Taehyung went on a trip. He didn't tell me you'd come."

"I didn't go to that trip. Of course, I'd come here." I made my way inside, and sat comfortably on the couch as if this was my own home.

After he was done, he came back with his hair fixed, and wearing a decent shirt this time but the same pajamas. His eyes were so puffy, it looked like he was still sleeping.

"I faced some issues solving the grammartical problems you told me to work on last day," I said opening my bagpack. He plopped down in front of me while rubbing his eyes.

"Also, I need to know what you were trying to say the other day?" I asked him carefully. He looked at me then looked at my homework placed in front of him.

"What was I trying to say?" He asked back, letting out a big yawn.

"You know, your friend? The one that saw me in the cafeteria? And he said something?"

I should've listened to him back then, because later when I recalled our unfinished conversation, it started making my head ache with curiosity.

"Really?" He yawned again as he started to check my notebook before him.

"Oh," he suddenly said, "My friend, his name is Yoongi.

I think he likes you."

Inside my head, everything went silent for a second, only the screeching sound of his pen running on the dry paper could be heard.

"What?" I shouted. Could it be that I had heard him wrong?

Namjoon jerked his head backwards, bracing the impact of my scream. "Well the other day, he said that you were lowkey his type, and he had this look on his face. I've never seen him interested in any girl before."

"Wow." I murmured. "I've never had a guy liking me before."

"Why? I think many guys would like you." He said out of blue and he didn't look as sleepy as before.

"Someone is knocking on the door for a while," I said, and he straightened up in his seat.

Someone was actually knocking on the door.

"I'll go get it." He got up.

As he left the room, I touched my cheeks. They were burning for an unknown reason.

Thoughts of some guy liking me had never crossed my mind. The only guys I'd ever mixed in my life were my brother Jimin, and his friends Taehyung, and Jungkook. All my life, I had only befriended girls because I only ever went to all girls schools.

"This is Yoongi." Namjoon's voice snapped me back from my thoughts. When I looked bsck, there was a mint haired, and short guy standing beside him.

"That's Park Soomi, my student." Namjoon told the mint guy but he didn't seem much interested as he came and sat beside me on the floor.

"That's your friend?" I asked Namjoon and he nodded.

"I know you." The Yoongi guy's raspy voice made me turn to him.

"You were the girl fighting in the cafeteria the other day," he said in his ever so lackluster voice, his face impassive.

"Yeah." I slowly nodded. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise," he replied, still staring at me.

So this guy was the one who liked me? I really don't think so.

He was good-looking, albeit. He was shorter than Namjoon, and thinner too, but his limbs were slender, mannequin-like. His hair color, for some reasons, I liked a lot. The mint color suited his unusually pale skin tone.

Even though, I was looking down on my notes, I could still feel him staring at me. What a weird guy.

"What are you here for?" Namjoon asked him.

"I told you I'd come and visit your place someday," Yoongi answered in a low voice.

"That doesn't mean you can come by randomly. Soomi, your phone's been showing notifications for a while. You can reply to your texts."

There were a lot of texts coming from Hyemi. We had exchanged numbers the other day, and she'd been texting me since. 

When I opened the chat box, it showed a selfie of her face, messed up with chocolate and flour. Her texts said she was practicing making some fancy cakes for Valentine's day.

She looked extremely cute. I texted her that too, paired with a bunch of heart emojis of different colors that eventually made up a rainbow.

"Valentine's day is coming soon, right?" I blurted out, making them both turn their heads to me.

"Yeah," Namjoon said, dumbfounded.

"Looks like someone's getting the p." Yoongi retorted staring at my handphone and it took me a while to understand what he was saying.

"What?" I snapped.

"You don't know what that means? I think Namjoon knows the best." Yoongi turned his head towards Namjoon.

"Take it off now, take it off~" Yoongi started to sing in a low voice making Namjoon scream aloud.

"Shut up Yoongi!" He threw a piece of paper at Yoongi's face. "You promised you wouldn't talk about expensive girl!"

"Expensive girl?" I asked and Namjoon yelled again, his face unusually red.

"You don't need to know about that!"

"Okay, okay. Calm down." I clicked my tongue in annoyance at Yoongi. "Also, dude what? Why were you checking my texts?"

"From where I was sitting I could see everything going on in your phone. Nice girlfriend you have."

"You think I'm a lesbian too?" I narrowed my eyes at him. However, he turned to  Namjoon.

"I'm going to take a tour in your house." He told Namjoon, got up, and disappeared inside.

"Sorry for his behaviour," Namjoon said after a while. I was sitting straight, feeling a little surprised, to be honest.

"I thought you said he liked me?"

"Well.." Namjoon scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "He said you were 'lowkey' his type, he didn't say 'highkey'."

"What the fuck does that mean?" I crossed my arms over my chest, somewhat irritated.

"Language Soomi!"

"Language, my ass."

Namjoon sighed giving me a look like I was some kind of problematic child.

"Maybe he does like you that's why he's acting like that? Like in pride and prejudice Mr. Darcy seemed like an asshole but at the end he liked her after all."

"That's just fiction. I told you, guys don't like me." I breathed out and shook my head to the sides helplessly.

"Yeah, but fiction wouldn't be enjoyable if it wasn't relatable."

"I heard everything." Yoongi said from the back making us both startle like it was some ghost.

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A/n: well that ended in a cliffhanger. #sorrynotsorry