Fall For Me | Namjoon [√]

25: do I like him?

"How much did you see or hear?" I let out a short exhale of breath, plopping down on the couch next to Jungkook.

Jungkook was staring ahead with his big doe eyes even wider. Hugging onto a cushion for his dear life. He was Jungshook to be exact.

Slowly he turned his face towards mine, mouth agape. His doe eyes scanned me from head to toe. "Why the hell did you get changed!" He shrieked out loud.

I looked at myself as I'd changed into my casual outfit, a loose hobo-like trouser and my favourite black oversized hoodie right after I had entered the house.

"What? I looked stupid." I growled making his eyes go wider if that was even possible.

"I hate to say this Soomi." He chimed. "But for the first time you looked like a human to me, not a potato."

"You bitch!" I tried to slap him on the shoulder but he dodged it away skillfully.

The reason I wasn't panicking with Jungkook catching me with Namjoon was because I'd always found the former trustworthy for some reasons. He was the only one of my age, and we did stick through thin and thick all these years, from before we were properly potty trained.

If it was anyone else, I might had to kill them or make some kind of accident happen so they would get amnesia and forget it.

"So, how much?" I pursed my lips. He breathed out.

"All of it," he answered. "There was no one here when I came by, around the evening, so I decided to wait it out until Jimin or you would come back. But then I saw this, a couple, and I never thought it would be you until you came up to the porch. Though I just knew the guy was Mr Kim and thought I had some juicy gossips in my hands now—"

"You know you're dead if you tell anyone at school right?"

"Yeah." He bobbed his head up and down. "Since it's you I'd let this go but—"

He turned his whole body around and sat on the couch with his legs up, so he could properly face me. "So, you guys are dating?"

"Nope," I answered without an ounce of hesitance which made him furrow his eyebrows.

"You guys looked like, nevermind; then do you like him?"

"N-"

I stopped, not being able to finish it. That was the real question, if I liked Namjoon or not.

Because I'd never liked anyone in my life. Even a week ago I was asking myself if I was immune to the romantic feeling or not.

But with Namjoon, this couldn't be a spar of the moment. Or just like like.

Then did I like him that way? That word felt too heavy for me to swallow. I didn't know for what reason. Probably because I'd wondered all my life about it, spent most of my years pondering over the idea of romance. And I'd known Namjoon only for a month. Why did I start getting attracted to him in such a short period of time?

Jungkook snapped his fingers at me. "Yo?"

"Yeah?" I came back from my daze.

"You don't wanna answer?" Jungkook scrunched up his face, then he puffed his cheeks with air. "Well, don't!"

"God, I don't wanna talk about it." I shifted in my seat in discomfort. "Things sorta just happened and escalated from there. I'm glad that you saw us instead of some other student."

"Hmm." Jungkook slowly let out the air from his cheeks. "Imagine photos of you with him being spread everywhere and every student sees and-"

"And then they ban Namjoon, and he leaves, and I cry, and then we meet again after five years when I've graduated." My tone only dwindled downwards progressively with each word. "Literally happens in every teacher-student manga and stories."