Today is the day when you and Namjoon promised to start doing the project together. You were standing and waiting patiently for him.
"Y/n, sorry for the wait. I had some issues to take care off with Dean and his friends, just now." Namjoon was panting and sweats were all over his forehead.
There was also a visible little scar that bleeds on top of his left cheek and bruises on both of his fist.
"Yah, Joon. Did Dean beat you up?"
You pulled him to a near bench, sat him and quickly searched for a small bottle of ointment, tissues, cotton bud and a band-aid from your bag.
"W-what's that for?" Namjoon frowned.
"Shoot. I'm cleaning."
You squished Namjoon face with your left hand, making him stop talking and pulled his face closer, to wipe the remaining blood on the little scar with tissues.
Your face with his just was an inch away, to the point that will make people had the wrong idea, that you're kissing him....by force.
"Y-y/n-" Namjoon said in difficulties. His breathing becomes heavier.
His eyes were looking through yours intimately without your notice. Both of his cheeks and ears had turned into red.
"Almost done." You said while putting the colourful koya sticker band-aid for the final touch.
You switched to his hands and slowly patting the ointment on his bruised knuckles and covered it with more band-aid.
"I should charge you for this service. Bruh, I need to restock my cute band-aids as well." You teased.
"Who keeps band-aids in their bags?" Namjoon asked with a hint of surprise after you let go off his squishy cheeks.
"Duh, you're welcome bro". You rolled your eyes while packing the things up.
"Oops, sorry. Thank you btw." He scratched his not itchy head while giving you a warm smile.
"It's okay. I'm an athlete so, I need to be more careful with my physical health. Any wounds can disadvantage me in the ring."
You sighed and continued.
Namjoon was looking at you warmly. He knew what you're gonna say next, but he still manages to keep on smiling.
"Hmm. I hope you could just beat the crap out of Dean. No more holding back! That dude really needs to learn a lesson. Use this muscle, Joon" You pinched his biceps.
"Ahhh" He whined and rubbed the spot where you pinched.
"I know it didn't hurt. Hey, did your parents know about this, I mean, Dean and the whole school avoiding you?"
He got amazed by the question so you faced him, searching for answers but still, you got none.
You walked with Namjoon side by side, as he happily gazing the skies, filled with some kind of funny and beautiful cloud shapes.
The facial expression of him could tell you, that he really enjoyed this moment, even his dimples were showing.
Then something hits you right in the core, about how he had been isolated by people at your school. Some of them didn't like him because he's an Asian, he's just too good in everything or the weird habits that he has that made people to avoid him completely.
Your gut had been telling you that, Namjoon is a good man even though you've heard some weird and irrelevant rumours about him.
It's true that he's kind of an introvert and always keep everything to himself, if not that dickhead, Dean had been expelled from school because of his serious wrongdoings, that can bring down the school prestigious name's.
You keep thinking about, how now you just realised the existence of the handsome man beside you, walking together happily. Why it must be the last semester of high school. Maybe you had been busy with your MMA competition a few years back and you couldn't focus at school that your parents keep fighting to get a divorce and you barely at class because of those problems.
What is this unsure mix of feelings that I have for him? Is this what they call as, uncertainty?
You were lost in deep thoughts. Namjoon took this chance to admire you from a closer view, he was so intimated by the way you think. He then giggled and spot something in front.
"My parents died when I was 16 and I live by my own since then. Anyway, can we stop for a while at the shop near there?"
Thanks to Namjoon's quick flex, he abruptly pulled your jacket collar, stopping you from hitting the lamppost that's almost an inch close.
"That's near." Your eyes enlarged and turned to Namjoon that was making the :/ face.
"Imma head in for a min. Care to wait for me?" He asked.
"Care if I follow too?" You smiled sheepishly. Not knowing why you're being too nosy and clingy with him.
He has this magical effect, that can turn you from a stubborn and rebellious girl into a shy girl by just a snap of his finger.
You didn't know how strong the impact that he has on you.
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