Fall For Me | Namjoon [√]

26: like him or not

"Happy..." I trailed off, seeing Namjoon so concentrated and still busy in his work. I had been waiting but it seemed like his countless amount of chores were nowhere near their ending.

"Yeah, Soomi?" He said, not looking up and arranging his files. Hundreds of paper sheets scattered all across his table.

"Nothing."

Happy valentines day. Instead I said it in my mind.

"Oh, it's valentines day today!" He said by himself as if he had just recalled it.

"Yeah. I got a lot of chocolate." I pulled down the zipper of my backpack and showed him what was inside. Namjoon peered over a little from the other side of the table.

"Wow," h mumbled, eyes going wide. "They were from the girls?"

"Of course." With a smug look on my face I boasted. "Though I don't know if I'll win against Taehyung, he might get more again this year. What about you?"

"I got some too." He scratched on the top of his head.

Pfft, who would give their teacher a chocolate.

Namjoon's hands went under the table as he pulled out a basket. A very large basket filled with all kinds of chocolates and letters.

I forgot he was a handsome and a young teacher.

"I don't know who put them here. All the cards and letters are anonymous." Namjoon sighed, shoving the basket to a side. "That's why I locked the door to my office."

Here I had thought he locked it for privacy, just so we could talk freely without people butting in.

"Hmm." A scowl appeared on my face involuntarily. "I lost to you. You got more chocolate than me."

"Really?" Namjoon grinned biting on his lower lip. Damn sexy.

"I'm a little disappointed to be honest. I thought you'd give me chocolates too." Saying that he went back to work. Though I could say from his tone that he was rather joking.

I had something for him, and it was right inside my backpack. I couldn't help but hesitate, since the other stuff he recieved were way better than mine.

"Are you busy the whole day today?" I smoothly avoided the topic and asked.

"Just taking care of everything since I'd have to go back soon." With a small puff of breath he got up, and went towards the other side of the room where some cardboard boxes were placed on the floor.

"I'm preparing ahead. Don't know when professor Cha comes back so...," He pressed his lips thin, showing me a closed mouthed smile.

"Let me help you." I got up. He protested.

"It's okay." He smiled again and my heart sank there. He was okay leaving too.

"Namjoon-sshi," I called out to him. My voice so soft that it surprised my own self, probably him too, because he stopped in the middle of his work.

"I um-" I averted my gaze, that nervous feeling starting to kick back in.

"So, we don't have eachother's numbers, and now you're going back." I gulped down the lump rising in my throat. "I thought we could maybe exchange numbers and I could contact you sometimes."

This was definitely a first. Never in my life I had asked for someone's contact. Texting, and calling, keeping in touch wasn't my niche.

"Really?" Namjoon shouted making me look at him and he was really surprised, the happy kind of surprise to be exact.