✓ | The 8th

Chapter Fifty- One

Namjoon p.o.v

I was still stressed as I walked down the park, hands in my pockets. I looked up to see a beautiful woman by the nearby lake, her hijab framed her face in all the right places making her face look like a doll. She was sitting on the grass looking down intently at her papers.

She was absolutely stunning, beautiful. I looked away as soon as I caught myself staring, I couldn't help it. I held my breath as her head turned slightly my way, worried she might see me staring I quickly lowered my gaze. I slowly looked up to see she had continued with her studies, very focused. I'm afraid if I don't go up to her now I won't be able to see her again, it's like seeing a cute stranger and knowing you're never going to see them again. Without thinking my feet moved on their own, and before I knew it I was standing in front of her. She looked up, her glasses reflecting the light that hit my eye annoyingly.

"What's your name?" I ask with as much confidence as I had.

"Jannatul Maowa," She responds, her soft plump lips moved into such a captivating way. "May I know who you are?"

I smiled. "I'm Kim Namjoon"

"Well," She got up from the ground and bowed. "It's nice to meet you"

I nervously yet quickly bowed as well. "It's my pleasure"

After a long silence I looked down at her papers. "Astronomy?"

She nodded with a kind smile. "Yeah, it's kind of difficult"

"Well, I know a lot about this," I quickly picked up the stack of papers and reviewed them.
Her delicate and neat handwriting made me want to stare and stare and stare. My hands became shaky thinking of the thought of her eyes on me.

A cold breeze made the many papers in my weak hand fly into the lake.

"Shit," I muttered, running over at the lake quickly.

Jannatul was right behind me, running faster than me though.

"Why would you do that?!" She yelled, now she's pissed.

Holy shit Namjoon, great.

I quickly pulled my jeans up above my knees and got into the lake in a rush, trying my best to look nice in front of her while I did her a favor. I tripped over a fucking rock which made me splash into the cold water in front of me, face first.

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"I'm really sorry," I mutter as I hold the stack of wet papers, my whole body drenched.

My white shirt stuck to my skin like a tattoo, abs and muscles could be seen which I knew made her blush and look away. My jeans became droopy and soggy which forced me to wrap my belt tighter around my waist, my shoes were still floating too far out in the lake for me to get.

A small smile appeared on her face which she tried to hide with a serious face and furrowed eyebrows. She snatched the papers from my hands and sped walked away from me, her pink dress which matched her hijab flowed in the air like some kind of magic. So majestic, pure and elegant she looked as she turned her head to look at me with one last smile before turning around and away from me. In my vision I could only see her, her pink dress and hijab flowing in the air and around her, cherry blossoms falling from the trees which surrounded her in such a beautiful way. A soft breeze making stray hairs flow across her forehead, her small smile as she turned to see me one last time.

Fuck it.

I ran towards her. "What about a date? You can meet my friends?"