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Namjoon

The bell ringing had stopped, and me walking alone in the hallways to leave school had begun. School ended around 5:30, so it was just in the mid of being bright to dark.

The high school doors were wide open, sending me immediately back home before curfew.

Wow... so next year's a new start all over again, except in college hm?

The thought made me crumble with joy and a small smile creased into my face. College probably wouldn't be as different from high school, but this will be yet another excuse for my fresh new start, at a school and as a person growing.

Shadows were beginning to lean more and more onto the road behind the gray buildings. The roads were empty, and I only saw one person outdoors watering her plants. She waved politely to me, so I replied in a gentle smile. I looked away and needed to get home, or else my parents would have a fit with me. The only sound I could hear were my feet pacing a little faster than before on the pavement.

Getting to my house was complicated, needing to go through many alley ways and making it seem as if I was trespassing. Especially during these times, the shadows only got darker. I began to hum to make my everyday schedule a little more fascinating, trying to fit the mood of this evening.

The humming stopped. I heard other voices. Ahead of me. Hesitant, I stepped through the normal alleyway I always went through, only to be seeing a conflict.

Like anyone else, I stood there. Most people call me tough because of my height, but all I did was silently watch and clench my first. Again.

It was different then before. The same concept, almost like a fight, but between a man and a woman. The woman was up against the wall by one shoulder, as if getting ready to be strangled. The man was saying some nonsense to her up close.

That's it, Namjoon. You're no longer "88" right now - you're Kim Namjoon. Instead of holding back your confusion, make a change!

I huffed in a stern way, quietly, but not quiet enough for the man to notice me.

"Hey kid, you like what you see?" He said raising one eyebrow.

Hell no.

Without replying, I stepped forward toward the man, ready to swing into his stomach and help the woman recover. My heart was racing, like presenting in class but 5 times faster. He looked tougher than me, but I HAD to try!

I could feel my fist sweating - he could probably see liquid dripping on the side of my thumb up close.

Swat. Thump.

I kept looking dead straight into this man's eyes, only to see his face mashed and pushed aside harshly into the wall by another stranger's fist. It almost felt like a movie in slow motion.

I looked in astonishment immediately, thinking that it was an officer, but to only see the face of an unknown man in normal clothes like everybody else. The shadows of the buildings weren't on his face - like a light had shun right under his chin.

I hunched over in awe. As soon as he and I both made eye contact, I straightened my back. Words didn't spew from my mouth, only the sensation on my tongue hanging. Waiting for words to comply.

He looked like he had just remembered something important, and then looked back at the woman to check on her. The beaten down man was lying on the ground, passed out.

The lady only sat against the wall with her hands over her face, managing to say a "thank you..." to this stranger sincerely.

Then he turned to me.

"Sorry that I took your spotlight, sir." He said looking into my eyes nicely, unlike the cold stares I get often in class.

"I had wanted to do that at some point..." he said looking at his red hand.

"...me too, actually." I replied.

This was probably the most beautiful man I had ever laid eyes on. His face didn't match with the actions he had just done right now.

"I feel sick when I see people getting into fights like that. One dominating the other, showing no mercy just like that. You're the first I'd ever see to try and take action into a conflict!" He said pleasingly.

"Yeah, all we ever do is stand and let things happen around here" I said confidently.

I couldn't stop staring at his plump lips. Then, when he would speak, my eyes would gradually wonder to his burnt umber, almond-shaped eyes.

I began to lick my lips without realizing.

"What's your name, by the way?"

"Nam-I mean, 88."

"Hmm, 88? I'm 152."

That number sounded fairly new to this community.

"But if we ever meet again, just call me Jin. I'd probably remember you if you called me by my nickname!"

He smiled, his lovely eyes squinting making my heart skip a beat.

"You're so beautiful" I said as if it were normal to confront anyone like that. But then Reality snapped back into me.
Jin blushed, looking as if he were about to say something, but held it in.

What the hell was that, Namjoon?? How could you say something like that without realizing what it means?

"I'm sorry, I really have to go. This moment with you, really made my day. I sure hope that we will at least see each other in the near future!" Jin said rushingly.

I needed to leave as well, so I smiled, and that's when we parted our ways.

My heart, there were times that it had almost leaped. I'd never felt that in a moment like this, especially with a man.

I hope that we do confront each other again, soon. But at the same time, I don't.

Ayyye thanks for reading my second chapter!! I will come out with the third chapter verrry soon.💗💗