Namjin Oneshots

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Namjoon POV

I was walking through the hallway, when I spot a small pink notebook. I pick it up and flip through the pages.

Dear Diary, Journal, Thing,

Kim Namjoon is literally the definition of perfect. Like, how can one teenage boy light up a room when he walks in?! And his eyes! They sparkle when he's happy, and hold a glint or fire when he's angry. Don't even get me stared on his dimples. Ugh, I'm so gay for him.

Dear Diary, Journal, Thing,

I really have to think of a name for you. Anyway, Namjoon actually freaking acknowledged my presence today! *squeals like a fanboy* Yes I just squealed while writing this. Don't judge me -_-

I laugh at the boy's cuteness.

Dear Journal,

I decided on a name for you! Are you proud? Anyway, the teacher is making us do a stupid music project with partners. We haven't even sang/rapped in front of anyone yet! How would we know if the person we're paired with is good?! I hate teachers.

Signed, Seokjin.

So this kid is in my music class? It could be anyone! A tap on my shoulder knocks me out of my thoughts.

"E-Excuse me. You're standing in front of my locker." A boy with black hair, and a pink hoodie mumbles.

"Ah. I'm sorry." I smile. I stealthily hide the book behind my back.

"That's okay." He blushes. The boy searches through his locker for a moment, before he starts panicking.

"M-My journal. Have you seen it?!" He exclaims. "I-It's small, and pink."

My eyes widen. So this is his journal.

"Is this it?" I ask. I hand him the notebook, and his blush deepens.

"Y-You didn't read it, did you?" He asks.

"Oh, I read it." I smirk and lean close to his ear. "So, I light up the room when I walk in? And you squeal in your writing?"

"I-I..." He hides his face in his hands.

"You said you're gay for me?" I chuckle. "You're really cute, Seokjin."

"Oh my god, stop!" He groans.

"Here's my number. Call me Prince."