HIS: Princess (Seokjin) | {Book 7} ✔️

{IX}

"Why do you keep staring at her?" Namjoon asked one day. His dark fringed hair covered his eyes slightly but I could still see the curious eyes of his.

It was nearly the end of our second year and I had yet to even have a proper conversation with her.

"What?" I feigned ignorance but I could not tear my eyes from her.

"You're staring at her, Hyung." I barely gave him a glance as my eyes slight for her. I wanted more. I wanted more interactions and time with her. It was not enough.

And I knew.

It wasn't the first time someone had caught me staring at her. Namjoon had not been the first.

The first had been Yoongi. He had been speaking to her because of some club thing and I had glared at him while they talked. I had not known that I had been glaring at him so heated until he had came up to me and asked.

"I'm not staring." I lied.

"Yes, you are." Namjoon shook his head.

I watched as she moved around the classroom, cleaning. It was the monthly cleanup day. She was wiping the desks. With swift movements, without missing a spot, she wiped it with the antibacterial cleansing wipes.

She looked like Cinderella so beautiful, cleaning. How I wanted to bend her over the desk she was currently cleaning and shower the desk with our love juices.

It was hard controlling my thoughts of her. I was a teenager , horny and very active in the mind.

"Hey." Namjoon blocked my view with his body, trying to get my attention that was solely focused on her.

"What?" I stared at him for second before looking past him to see her face again. She was now turned away from me, hiding her pretty face. "You! Namjoon—ugh, what do you want?"
I smacked him away and she was gone further away.

"Wow...such love." Namjoon rolled his brown eyes at me. "Seriously, why are you staring at her?"

I sighed as I finally looked at Namjoon. His pestering words were distracting me from admiring my Princess.

"Why do you care?" I glared at him, my tongue clicked disapprovingly.

"Because it's kind of creepy. And she may have noticed and asked me why you hated her."

My eyes widened. What?

"I don't hate her."

My Princess thought that? She thought I hated her? How? Why?

"W-why does she think that?" I stammered as I asked. I was nervous, what could she have said?

"You literally ignore her or actively avoid her when ever she's talking to us."

"I do?"

"Yeah...like now." What did he mean by now?

"Namjoon, Sungkyu is asking the class representative to join for the next month's meeting. Seokjin." Princess acknowledged me after all she needed to inform was relayed to Namjoon. Her eyes sparkled and I couldn't help but ogle.

She was speaking to me. I could feel my heart beat louder and louder. I couldn't even hear anything else except my heartbeat.

"Never mind." She took her eyes back to Namjoon and I only wanted her to look at me more.

Was that so hard to ask?

"Is there anything else?" Namjoon recovered from the awkward silence and continued the conversation.

"Can you ask Yoongi to stop coming and messing the art room up. I have to clean up every single time he makes a mess."

"How many times has he gone?" Namjoon pushed his glasses up as he asked curiously.

"This week alone?" Princess counted with her small hands. "Eight..."

"But it's only Tuesday." Namjoon rattled and she just sighed.

"I c-can tell him for you...if you want." I intercepted.

Her eyes took me in and swallowed air as my breath was stolen by her.

"Thank you." She replies and then walked away. "See you later."

I nodded frantically as she left. I sighed as she left out the classroom door.

"This is exactly why you're weird."

"She probably thinks I'm a loser."

"You are...but no one thinks that. Not when you're our Prince!" Namjoon exclaimed, his sarcasm dripping from the sentence. "It's as if you're in love."

I gave Namjoon a glare but I went in the direction she had been before she left. My stomach was making noises because I was hungry—again.

"No..." I denied it but who was I to deny this. I was more than in love.

"Shut it, Namjoon. Stop your yapping."

"You're in...wow." His eyes widened in surprise. He recovered really quickly though. "I didn't know you like big girls."

"Shut up, she's not big."

"Well...I thought your eyes were shit, but I guess not." He shrugged.

"What does that mean?" I glared at him.

"You know there's someone a grade above us, who's rumored to be your personal ho." Namjoon, as he explained it, I got a bit confused. "So I assumed your liked her, and I saw her Hyung, and she's not a good person. She's hot but she's a...bad person."

"No, I don't know who you're talking about but if it's not my Princess, I don't give a fuck."

"Oh...god—you have it bad. You call her princess?" His eyes widened in surprise.

I rolled my eyes and pushed him away as I got even more hungry. I went to my desk and pulled a couple of cream buns from my backpack. As I had three, I gave one to my Princess.

"What?" I asked Namjoon as he looked at me with his giddy grin.

"Aren't you going to give me one?" He pointed to my precious buns.

"And," I raised my eyes at him, "why would I give you one?"

"You gave her one?!" Namjoon held his stomach. If he was hungry he could go buy one.

"Shut up, you don't deserve one." I pushed him away as he reached for my buns but I did not allow him access to my precious food. "Go buy your own.

"Your so mean..."

"Whatever..." I looked out the window as I thought about my lovely Princess, her face only.

If I thought about anything else, it would get dirtier. It was better to keep it PG at school.