Her Moonchild

02

"Hi..." she whispered, her eyes were shining as if a bright star just landed in front of her.

Even though I was right directly in front of her line of vision, I doubt she even realizes that Bangtan's leader Kim Namjoon is staring right at her starstruck face.

Because her eyes were focused not to me, but to someone else's.

And somehow, I felt edgy about it.

For years, I've been used to having fans favoring the maknae line, or anyone except me, but I was always okay with that.

As long as they support and like the group, it doesn't matter.

I started doing this because of my love for music and not to squirm any attention or love from people.

I'm happy with just music and having a few people believe in me, believes in our group.

But then again, seeing this red-hair fan makes me feel like something is wrong.

And I don't quite get what is it.

"Annyeong!" Jin hyung happily greeted, pulling her for a quick hug.

And her eyes widen, her body stood frozen from the spot, unable to speak like she had been bitten by a snake.

Wow. You're not way too obvious about liking someone, are you? I wanted to say but I decided otherwise.

My eyes caught her beautiful features...

Deep-set brown eyes paired with a perfectly pointed nose, her perfectly plump lips colored with a dark red lipstick makes her look even more ethereal...

I don't even know why but her red hair seemed to catch my attention most.

And then her eyes landed on my direction, our eyes met and she rolled her eyes.

She's annoyed.

Right. I messed up earlier. I probably shouldn't have said that.

"Hi?" I tried to catch her attention but the next move she did make my jaw drop down on the floor and I swear I heard the rest of the boys laughing.

She gave me the finger.

That's right.

She gave me the fucking middle finger.

Holy shit.