BTS One-shots

Taming Casanova (RM) COLLEGE!AU

   (Imagine this is in the 1960.)

      The first thing you thought about when you stepped into the university gardens was...

      "Well this isn't as bad as dad said it would be." your books were held tightly against your chest, hair let go down one shoulder over your blouse.

      "What did you expect?" Mary asked you.

      You've only met her three days when you moved into the room you rented. 

      Mary was the daughter of the woman that let you rent one empty room she had, to give you a safe place before you found an apartment to stay in on your own.

      "Well...he said that there would be a lot of those hippies that just lead promiscuous lives filled with drugs and music." you answered making the girl chuckle.

      "You're dad certainly doesn't know how the city looks like these days."

      "Well can you blame him, he's been stuck in his little hometown for the past 45 years, he has no idea where he was sending me." you said as the both of you moved to the classroom.

      You stepped inside of the classroom greeted by guys and girls in ages close to your own.

      The desks were for two people so naturally the two of you sat together as the lecture started, but not only minutes after did someone else come in.

      Your eyes snapped away from the board the professor was writing on and onto the man that stepped into the classroom.

      The professor greeted him with a pat on the back and turned to the class, that allowed you to take a nice look at the man in front of you, just a few desks ahead.

      He was wearing light pants, his legs long and frame with proportions of a model.

      The top buttons of his shirt were undone, not showing to much, prudish enough for a place like the university, yet cheeky enough to tempt a girls heart right out of her chest.

      "To those who are new, this is Kim Namjoon, currently working on his masters degree here and my assistant. If you have any questions, you can ask him when I'm done with the lecture or after class." the professor spoke shortly and went back to work.

      The male sat at the back of the room in a secluded desk and besides your own, a bunch of other girls eyes followed his stride.

      You felt Mary elbow you in the ribs, which only made you twist to speak to her.

      "He's gorgeous."

      "I'm aware." she spoke curtly, "But if I'm not mistaken you're here to study journalism not human anatomy." she said and you pursed your lips, continuing to write down the lecture, with a certain somebody swimming in the back of your mind.

      When the three classes of the day were done you grabbed onto the few books you had only to be stopped by someone.

      The tap on your shoulder made you turn around slowly and you were met by an adorable dimpled smile.

      "You're new here aren't you?" Namjoon asked and you nodded, holding your hand out.

      "Yes, I'm Y/N." he grasped your hand, his was equally soft, but he had a firm grip.

      You could only pray that your palm wasn't sweaty form unsettled nerves.

      "Namjoon."