He's Not Haram [My Halal Bias] Jung Hoseok

Chapter 4

I got through yesterday and Inshallah I can get through today.

"Get out of my car," Haroon says mad.

He's been mad since yesterday and I don't know why.

"Fine fine ugly," I say while stepping out.

As the car pulls away I start walking into the school building.

I remember where my first class is since Namjoon showed it to me yesterday.

As I walk in and take my seat, he comes in.

"Sumaya! There you are," Namjoon says with a smile as he takes a seat in front of me.

"Yep. Here I am."

"Hoseok Hyung won't stop talking about you. He's so annoying. He keeps mentioning how violent your religion is."

"Huh?" I asked confused.

"He said something about you guys have to sacrifice yourselves or something. It's ok though. We googled it and it showed that your religion is peace-loving and all so no worries," he says with a grin and dimples out.

"Thanks, I guess," I smile back.

"We googled a lot of things so we can make sure you feel comfortable around here."

"Thank you again Namjoon."

"Call me RM," he says.

"RM?"

"It stands for Rap Monster."

"You rap?"

"Occasionally."

"But that's not really you. I like RM. You should make it stand for Real Me," I suggest.

"Maybe I'll change it in the future but right now that's what I like," he says with a shrug.

It gets quiet until the teacher comes in and gives us work.

During the end of class as I was getting ready to leave, I feel something.

A foot rubbing up and down on my leg.

I look under the table and notice its Namjoon.

He doesn't seem like he's doing it on purpose. He's seems lost in the book he's currently reading.

"Um, Namjoon?"

"Yeah," he asks while still focusing on his book

"Namjoon?" I call out again.

He's still lost.

"RM!" I scream out a little loudly causing the class to look my way and Namjoon to jump up scared.

"YES?! WHAT HAPPENED?" He automatically reacted.

"Nothing you were just rubbing up on me, your foot was," I explain.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he says running his fingers through his hair while looking down embarrassed.  

"It's ok. It was unintentional," I reassure him with a smile.

There's no harm in this.
Right?
No attraction. He has a boyfriend.
Well, I can't say no attraction.
But it's only one way and it's my way.
Gosh. Those dimples.

How can people say there's no God when there's living proof right in front of me.

SubhanAllah.

"Class dismissed," the teacher announces.

"Well, I should get going now. See you later Sumaya. You should wait here for Hobi instead of by the door ok?"

"Ok?"

"Good. Bye," he waves and leaves.