This Ain't No Wattpad Story (MinJoon)

Your Dreams are Taller Than Your Height

Chapter 1

Your Dreams are Taller Than Your Height

Namjoon could feel the burning stare of some moron who just wouldn't stop staring. He looked at Jin for help, but Jin wasn't paying him any mind, too busy drooling over some girl on the dance floor. Begrudgingly Namjoon looked in the direction of the stare and made eye contact with Park Jimin. The apparent bad boy and leader of some big up mafia gang. Hah! If only he was as tall as his reputation, crossed Namjoon's mind. Jimin was still staring so Namjoon curled up the right side of his upper lip and glared at him.

"Put that face away you, I can hear the poor souls leaving their bodies." Jin scolded cause of course he'll pay attention to Namjoon when he pulls an ugly face.

"Hyung let's go please." Namjoon pleaded for the umpteenth time.

"Joon you can leave if you want to, no one is stopping you and I'm sure you know the way home." Jin mumbled.

Look at this one, after all of those night time trips to the bathroom where I accompanied him, this is how he repays me. Well next time I'll leave him and let the darkness cover him to the point of suffocation. I'm kidding I'm too soft to that to him.

I huffed and picked up my bag, I huffed again and looked at Jin who was once again oggling some girl in skimpy clothes... Well that's what I thought.... Until I realized the guy she was dancing with who was in black leather pants and black everything. Only two things crossed my mind at that moment "Of course he wasn't staring at her" and "Not in this hellish heat, you and your black clothes". I huffed once more and slung my bag across my shoulder in irritation.

I stepped out of the club grumbling and proceeded to walk to my motorbike, which was standing there in all it's beauty.

"Hey baby!" A voice shouted but obviously not for me.

"Hey you pink hair guy with the one shoulder bag!" The voice called again. Oh hell no, my hair is a beautiful purple so again he can't be talking to me. I swung my leg over my bike and was about to turn it on.

"Kim Namjoon I'm talking to you!" The voice snapped in annoyance.

I slowly turned around only to be met face to face with the one and only Park Jimin.
As soon as we made eye contact he smirked at me which made me scoff in disbelief and roll my eyes.

"Yah! Watcha want pint size?" I snapped clearly annoyed but his smirk only grew.

"Wanna come home with me tonight?" He asked eyes clouded with lust. Who does this guy think he his? Ain't nobody getting me in their house without a big tub of ice-cream, a warm oversized hoodie and k-drama.

"Boy, this ain't no Wattpad story, you feel cause you see me and like my looks all of a sudden you can pick me up like a damn package? Get away before I smack the height out of you." I snapped before turning on my bike and dragging off.