Needy - {Kim Namjoon}

Part 2

Today's my very first day in the art college. Stepping inside with this Gothic themed clothes I'd carry, dark yet simple makeup and ineffably dreamy perfume I got used to wearing wherever I headed. Eyes on me, I walk down the hallway hearing whispers and talk, yet heading careless.

Entering the class, -nothing has changed- students scanning me from head to toes with their eyes, jaw-dropped, face palmed but I was busy enough to care, busy focusing my sight on a guy who didn't seem to pay as much interest to my so otherworldly presence.

I made my way to sit right next to him, grabbing his attention by a couple of unsatisfied noises I've made for that reason. He raised his head, turning around to look at me, and I finally felt a smile of victory show up at the corners of my mouth. « you're in my space. » he quietly said. «and?» I demanded, raising an eyebrow. «I don't like people sitting next to me, I want to stay on my own.» he replied, staring back at his book to carry on his reading.

It was literally the first time, a man would decline my request to interact with him in any form and there could be nothing that could disrespect me more than what this young man has just done. «if you're not moving then fine.» the boy gathered his furniture and moved to the desk right behind me leaving my blood boiling. There could be no boy alive on earth that could say no to me. And of this man existed, I had to end him.

«Why didn't you talk to her?» Jin shouted at Namjoon who seemed to carry on reading his book at the college's cafeteria.
«The whole damned college is wishing for a 'hey' from her.» Jin continued
« you're catastrophizing the situation, Jin.» Namjoon affirmed, not raising his head from his book.
«For real, why would you do such thing, I mean.. she's hot?» Hoseok spoke quietly.
« you're such a dumbass namjoon you fucking idio-»
«SHUT THE FUCK UP» Namjoon yelled causing most of the people in the cafeteria  to turn to him « she's got a reputation that she's the gangsta that gets whatever she wants, well gothica, two can play this game.» he finally talked gaining smirks from his friends.
« So I see you're fighting the urge everybody's getting huh? I thought you were rea- »
Namjoon cut him off again: « she's just hot. Her body's nice & her face's attractive but nobody knows what's tucked up inside that 'hot mess' probably a fucking disaster. »

As Namjoon finished his last words, he felt a skin-boiling liquid was poured against his skin. « a fucking disaster, you're right. » I said. Namjoon stood up raising his hand as if to hit me but I was too quick and caught it, « can't hit a lady, can you? » I smirked before gripping his arm and aggressively turning it behind his back while a loud moan escaped his lips in pain. « filthy idiot. » I mumbled freeing his arm and dusting my clothes off. «I didn't hear you!» he yelled. «filthy fucking idiot» loud enough for his friends and him to hear it. «clean yourself, don't fuck with me» I ordered, leaving.