Jin is Namjoon's secret admirer. He puts notes in Namjoon's locker.
Seokjin POV
I quickly shove the note into Namjoon's locker, and run to mine. I had to be quick, so I wouldn't be seen. 10 minutes later, he walks up to his locker, and opens it, my note falling onto the ground. He picks it up, and opens the note.
A large grin replaces his frown. It worked! I grab my books, and walk to my first class.
"Seokjin!" Yoongi exclaims. "Did you do it?"
"Yeah. He smiled Yoongi!" I say. Namjoon walks into the room, and takes a seat next to my stuff. "Oh god, he sat next to me!"
"Well go!" He shoves me in Namjoon's direction. I take a seat next to him, and grab my notebook.
"Do you have a pen I could borrow?" I turn to Namjoon in shock.
"U-Um...yeah I do. Here." I hand him my favorite green pen.
"Thanks." He takes it, and writes something down. I take the pen back when he's finished. After class, I hurry to Namjoon's locker, and shove another note into it. Thank god I'm the only one in this hallway.
I run up to the roof, and sit on a bench. I come here a lot to think, or to get away from my friends for a while. I pull out my notebook, and start drawing. The door to the roof creaks.
"Oh I didn't know I was intruding." It's Namjoon.
"That's okay." I turn back to my drawing. "You can stay if you'd like."
He walks over, and sits next to me on the bench. "That's beautiful." He says, looking over my shoulder.
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"Th-Thanks." I blush. "She's my sister. You know Lisa, I'm sure. She always hangs out with you guys."
"I know her. Hey, I have a question for you. Do you know who's been writing these?" He opens his bag, and takes it the notes I've written him. All 350 of them.
"N-Nope. Not a clue." I say. He grabs my Science notebook out of my hands, and looks at the writing. "Hey!"
"It's you?" Namjoon looks up at me. "The handwriting..."
"I've gotta go." I start packing my things. He grabs my wrist.
"Don't go." I turn, and slowly sit back down. "Why'd you write them?"
"Isn't it obvious? I like you! And I hate that you think so low of yourself, so I started writing you these notes to make you feel better. I didn't expect you to keep them all, but-"
He connects our lips, startling me. I stand there in shock for a moment, before I regain my composure, and wrap my arms around his neck. I kiss him back, a grin breaking out onto both of our faces.
"Thank you." He whispers. "Those notes, were sweet. They made me feel happy."
"I'm glad." I say. "So...Who'd you think it was?"
"I didn't really think it was anyone. I sort of created this mystery person in my head." He says. "D-Do you wanna go out sometime?"
