catch boys by their toes

six➖

v.
I PUT YOU ON TOP

bts; SEOKJIN

PINK LIPS PARTED SLIGHTLY AS IF THEY WANTED TO SPEAK. They were beautifully plump, looking as if he had eaten a strawberry popsicle and became allergic to it. His eyes were glazed over, letting them reflect whatever he had his view on. The brown shade was dripping like honey, for his eyes clouded with such warmth. With a jaw that could cut even the harshest of calloused hands, to strong and high cheekbones, all the way to deep dimples that contained a world within them, he was stunning. So utterly gorgeous.

The residents thought he was the most handsomest boy they had ever seen. Maybe it was because they had really only been subject to the boys of the town, and he was something new to view. He was a foreigner, from what country? (Y/N) didn't know, but he wasn't from here. His presence was liberating to the people of her neighborhood. Like a glass of water that was chugged by those who were dehydrated.

The boy with brown hair that came down to his eyes, the straightness of it enough to look as if he had gotten it done in a salon. His height was inches above the girl's, she had to look up at him to even spot that good looking face. To say he was the epitome of attractiveness was correct. Because that boy could make people want things that they would only want him to do.

In other words, most students reacted the same way as every other girl or boy who laid their eyes on him. Want was the perfect way to say how they felt. Before him, no one wanted anything dealing with relationships. It just didn't plague their minds, but when he had arrived, they felt their veins clogging with illness. Their knees became weak, their nose began to try to sniff his scent, and ears twitched to listen to his voice. All of that, just because of him.

That boy was named Seokjin. He had a lean build. Not too much muscles shaped his body, but he was strong and people could tell. When he had worn the school uniform it had been a tough time for his viewers. His white button up shirt had its sleeves rolled up to his elbow, showing off the veins he had. The shirt clung to his body, the curves of his biceps being visible to the public. The black slacks did his long legs justice.

He had transferred at the beginning of the school year, gaining admiration in less then one day. (Y/N) being one of them. During his first semester, the girl gawked after him. They didn't have many classes together but in the hallways she would stare, everyone else was doing it too so she wasn't alone. The difference though was that she only viewed; never doing anything. He was a beautiful boy, that was true, but she had sense and knew that nothing was going to happen between them. If anything, she didn't want chemistry to blossom within them. Admiring was only looking up to someone, and that's what she only did with Seokjin. She watched, never acted.

SEOKJIN WAS NOT STUPID.

He knew well enough that he made people weak in the knees. Some could say he was a conceded fuck,  but he didn't mind it. If that's what some thought, then who was he to deny that idea. He, himself even agreed with it. His face looked good, his body as well and he wasn't a jerk. Obviously people were going to adore his appearance.

However, Seokjin pitied lots of people for their ideology. A pretty face doesn't make a beautiful person. If he decided to be an asshole not much would change. Society would still praise his looks and give other people shit for saying anything negative about him. He hated people like that. Despised them. He hoped they would die in a fire. But, ultimately he ended up taking those victims' lives.

It was entirely coincidental when he had overheard a specific conversation. He clearly wasn't supposed to be anywhere near the girl's changing room but he needed to collect any material in his latest victim's locker. Sloppiness ensures him getting caught.

(Y/N) was ranting on and on about how she didn't like Seokjin like everyone else did. The boy smirked at what had left the girl's lips. He was intrigued.

You know what they say (Y/N). Curiosity kills the cat. However, in this instance, your words were what made the curious cat obsessed over you.