Welp...that explains a lot...SHIT!
Everything was starting to come back to you. You looked at the number at the bottom of the paper:
###-###-####
I wonder...NO! I am not calling him! Ever!
You crumpled up the note and threw it in the waste bind beside your couch. Then you got ready for the day.
You decided that you wanted a caramel macchiato from the Starbucks down the street, so you walked there.
As you walked down the street, you were getting adoring looks from everyone you passed. Your mother had always told you that you were very beautiful, but you never believed her.
When you walked into Starbucks, you ordered your drink and sat down at a table near a window. You pulled out your phone and started scrolling through Instagram. That's when someone sat down across from you, and pushed over your caramel macchiato. You looked up and were shocked to be face to face with a very handsome man.
"Hello, Y/N," the man said, in fluent English. His voice was very deep.
"Um...do I know you?" You asked, even though you already knew that this was the man she had lost her virginity to.
"Ouch...you don't remember me?"
"No, sorry."
The man raised an eyebrow. "Well, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Kim Namjoon, I am single, ready to mingle, and—" he leaned closer to you, "I also just happen to be the man who took that lovely little flower of yours and crumpled it up."
You let out a miniature yelp as he placed his hand on your thigh. You stood up and hurried to the door. You started speed-walking in the direction of your house.
What the hell...? How come he thinks he can just touch me like that?
You walked up the steps to your apartment and shut the door behind you. You slid to the floor with your back against the door. Welp...now I at least know what he looks like...he is...oh my gawd...NOPE! Stob it!
You shook your head. You decided to watch some movies to get your mind off of Namjoon.
