Finding Paradise [km.Nj]

1. It's Namjoon

I was a mess. 

A whirlwind of unsettling emotions. 

A coward who refused to look in the mirror.

Until I found you.

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Chapter 1 - It's Namjoon

Minah's pov:

I tilted my head from side to side as I studied the sketch I had drawn. I twirled my pencil in my hand and hummed a tune of the song I was currently listening to. I looked at the front to see Mr. Gates finishing up his lecture for today. I was sitting at the back of the classroom, not really caring about what he was saying.

Even though I loved every single one of my classes on my English major, I'd be lying if I didn't say that it wasn't boring.

Sometimes it was.

And it was that day. I felt sleepy right from the start of the class. So, I decided to sketch. I took out my earphones and sketchbook to keep me busy. I put on my black hood and turned on a good song. I began to work on my sketch which I've been so focused on lately.

Mr. Gates couldn't care less. Since he knew that I'm one of his best students and would always exceed expectations, he often let my nonchalant behavior pass by.

I continued to highlight the details of my sketch, being careful not to sing aloud. I had a habit of singing out loud when I listened to my favorite songs. I found it so irresistible not to sing an entrancing melody, to not let myself be carried away sometimes no matter how much I tried.

Unaware that my feet were tapping to the beat of the music below the desk, I admired my work, dusting the eraser specks off with my hands.

I was a good artist. I could draw landscapes, sceneries, and nature. Those were my specialty. Drawing portraits wasn't my thing. I found drawing human faces a bit complicated and annoying, but this time I decided to give it a try. I'd been working on this portrait for months now, imbibing every inch of his facial features and making it perfect.

Just as I started to draw again, a paper ball hit my desk with a funny noise. Iturned back to find my best friend, Aura Mathews who was sitting a few seats away, staring daggers at me. I mouthed a 'what' and she pointed to the paperball. I rolled my eyes at her and opened the ball as I smoothened it out.

Are you listening to that Chinese group again? Seriously Minah? In the middle of the class?

I rolled my eyes at her question but sighed at how accurate she was. I wrote areply back and scrunched the paper again ready to throw it at her face. Just as I turned back at her my hand held high with the paper ball, she motioned me to remove my earphones and pointed to the front of the class.

I frowned at her but did as she told. I removed my earphones and a deep silence followed like the calm before the storm. Almost everyone' s eyes were on me and I blinked before looking around.

"I would like if Ms. Han didn't tap dance in my class," Mr. Gatessaid with a smirk. A blush crept up to my face as I nodded apologetically, muttering a 'sorry'. Behind me Aura laughed and I shot her a murderous glare.

"So, who's interested in this program?" Mr. Gates asked, watching me like he was expecting me to lift my hand.

I blinked not knowing what he was talking about. When I didn't volunteer, he simplysighed and averted his gaze, looking disappointed. I shrugged and got back at my drawing but this time not putting my earphones on.