Fall For Me | Namjoon [√]

19: remember

"Hey." I couldn't help but feel my heart exploding like firecrackers inside my chest as I greeted Namjoon.

Please God, don't make him remember what happened yesterday.

"Hey Soomi." Namjoon looked up through his glasses. "Wow, you look— did you catch a cold?"

"Yeah. My brother is sick too," I answered with bile rising in my throat, making it hard to talk to him. "The virus probably descended from there."

I let out a laugh, that came out awkward and dry like a piece of cheap biscuit.

"Why don't you take a leave today? You really don't look well," Namjoon retorted with pure concern lacing his voice. "I, on the other hand, recovered miraculously in a day."

He gave me a bright smile that made dimples appear on the sides of his lips.

His lips.

"Probably thanks to Yoongi and the sleep. I had a good sleep after ages, and then Yoongi brought in the medicines. I feel quite refreshed today," Namjoon beamed with pure joy. He really looked like a teacher today.

He was wearing a white cardigan on top, and a full-sleeved formal shirt underneath, his hair was neatly combed to the side and he had his thick rimmed glasses on. He looked exuberant and healthy, his cheeks were tinted in a lively pink.

More students entered the class from the back but I stood there, not taking my seat. He hadn't mentioned one thing about me, why.

"You know Namjoon, yesterday I—," Trailing off the sentence, I stared him down, waiting for him to finish it.

Namjoon looked confused for a second, then he gave me a bright smile as he rearranged the books on his table. "The porridge was really good. Did your mom make it?"

As it was in my DNA I rolled my eyes instinctively. That's all he could say?

"Yeah. I can't cook for my life so you're right."

"I kind of guessed that." Namjoon let out a silent chuckle. "Say thanks to Mrs Park on my behalf. I enjoyed it."

"Okay," I replied, still standing there to see if he had anything else to say.

"Do you want to say something else to me?" Namjoon looked up again after a few seconds. "The class will start now though."

Turning my head to the room, I realized it was already filled with the students. Even Jungkook was there, staring intensely at us from the back seat as if he wanted to join in the conversation.

Without another word, I went and took my seat. He really didn't remember anything.

"Good morning, everyone. Today we'll talk about some works of Robert frost. Anyone read any of his poetries before?" Namjoon asked in his deep voice, standing in the middle of the class.

I had. Robert Frost was one of my favourite poets but I kept quiet. And the lecture went on.

I should have felt relieved, thankful to dear God, that Namjoon didn't remember me almost kissing him. There was barely a centimeter of thin air between us. Of course, how would he? He was deep in a repose.

Did I want to make a remake of sleeping beauty? Else why the hell did I want to do that, I wasn't even drunk. Could this be, what they called, sexual attraction?

He hadn't felt any of the pain or restriction, that's why, he could sleep soundly and wake up refreshed when I couldn't sleep a wink last night and woke up with the stupid cold.

This couldn't be happening. I wouldn't be in peace for the rest of my life because of that, because of wanting to touch someone, kiss someone when I'd never felt that attraction towards anyone before, and he'd live his life in luxury not knowing about it. Good.

But there was this glint of anger starting to rampage through my brain, spreading like the ebola virus, and I didn't even know why. A part of me wanted him to remember and that part was freaking my own self out.

"I want you guys to read this collection, and pick out a writing you liked, then I want you to come up with the reasons behind you liking it, and write them down in a short essay. That concludes today's lecture."

A breath of relief could be heard among the students as the class ended. I only snapped back from my thoughts and looked around, not having a single clue of what had gone on today.

"Yo, wanna hang out somewhere before heading home?" I saw Jungkook walking up to my seat with a baby grin on his face. "You broke my bicycle remember? Buy me a good lunch today and I'll call it even."

"Not now, Jungkook," I mumbled picking up my backpack and dashing out of the classroom, ignoring the boy and leaving him behind.

It was soon when I had found myself in Namjoon's office. I was out of breath, the ebola imitating virus had completely attacked my whole brain, tackled down every other nerve that was telling me otherwise, to leave the God forbidden urge to kiss him, to forget it as whole.

"You're here?" Namjoon looked up and quirked up an eyebrow. "You.. closed the door?"

He was right, I had closed the door and now I was taking deep yet short breaths like I was a bull ready for fight and Namjoon was the red piece of cloth wriggling in the air in front of me.

"Soomi?" Namjoon raised his tone, panicking a little. I could tell.

"Do you really not remember anything?" I huffed, looking deep into his eyes through those glasses of his.

Namjoon stared at me confused. "L-like what?"

"Good. You don't remember." I puffed out the breath I was holding. Turning on my heel, I put a hand on the closed door.

Leave Soomi, leave before things get out of hand.

But..

Here, the virus goes again.

I turned around to face Namjoon again. He had gotten up from his seat halfway but he fell on the chair again as I stormed to his desk and put my fists on it loudly leaning forward.

Namjoon was now in utter confusion, not being able to apprehend what was happening here or what to do. He was in between my arms that I had planted on his desk. When I leaned forward he had frozen in his spot as there was close to no distance between us. He was sitting on the chair, I was peering down to his eyes from the other side of the desk.

Making it impossible for him hide or run. He was trapped and my inner predator ran lose.

Don't do it Soomi.

No, tell him. Make him suffer too.

Don't.

"I almost kissed you yesterday." I whispered with our eyes locked. "I wanted to and I was there, sitting in front of you for so many god damn seconds."

His eyes were shining with a glint of nervousness, but soon they became wide. He didn't break off contact with me. I could feel the tension between us rising until he opened his mouth to speak.

"I thought it was a dream.."

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