Kissing Booth (김남준)

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Wait. Are you saying that someone who I never knew before and met in a very...unusual situation goes to the same school as me? That's great, but creepy at the same time.

An uneasy feeling brewed in my stomach when he and the other students sat down for class. Then, I began to ponder as to how a handsome piece of eye candy went unnoticed by my eyes before this year's state fair.

"Y/N. I'm right here, babygirl," said man whispers right next to me, making me flinch at the way his hot breath and deep voice hit my ear.

"Holy shit, Namjoon! You scared me!" Then, I realised one thing.

Where the heck are all the other students?

Dumbly scanning the classroom for any moving limb or face, I let out a huff of confusion as to where everyone else, including the teacher, could have possibly gone.

"It's lunchtime, dumbass. Everyone left already." Namjoon flicks my forehead, causing me to wince at the pain caused by his hard fingernails.

"Ow! Namjoon, what the fu—" he shushes me by placing a finger on my lips.

"We don't curse in school, babygirl. Who taught you your manners?" And there he goes again, from calling me babygirl and a dumbass in less than a minute. Only God knows which of the two he truly sees me as.

"Umm, my parents who don't really give a shit?" I say, purposefully trying to piss him off a little.

"You don't want me to shut you up the hard way, do you?" He inches closer to me, nose just centimetres away from mine. He's kissed me once, but why do I resemble a ripe tomato right now?

"Hi, little friend," I say, looking down at the slight bulge in his pants.

He immediately looks down at the same spot, pulling away and covering his crotch with his two hands. I used this opportunity to get up and walk to the door away from him. Bad boys could get flustered? Who would've thought?

"See you later, Namjoon," I smile at him before twirling a strand of hair and walking out the door.