Y/N's POV
My heart beats so fast. I gently put my palms over it as I admired the presence of the guy walking towards me. Kim Namjoon. He walked past me and I grabbed this opportunity to... "Kim Namjoon, I love you, with all my heart." I closed my eyes as I blurted out those words. My cheeks turned red, and I turned to his direction. The smile that I was wearing soon faded when our eyes met. He doesn't look happy. His friends behind him were laughing mockingly. "What did you say?" He poked the inner of his cheek. "I love you Kim Namjoon," my voice trembled as he was towering over me. His laugh echoed in the hallway making all the students turn to our direction, "Never in my life I will date someone like you Lee Y/N." He spat out those words harshly. And since then, I decided to never cherish someone like Kim Namjoon.
Timeskip – Eight Years Later
Y/N's POV
The memory from the past kept on repeating in my head. It was like a tape on rewind. "Lee Y/N," my best friend Hannah nudged me. "What is wrong with you?" She added. "Nothing," I gently shook my head and continued with my work. I kept recalling that 'bad memory' from high school. It's not easy to forget when you were embarrassed by your crush in front of the whole school. "Y/N, pay attention. They are going to introduce the new manager of our team," Hannah reminded me as we stood up from our from our stations at the same time, waiting for the new manager to arrive and greet him/her. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot that Mr. Tan resigned. I miss him already," I pouted. "Did you hear that the new manager is hot, smart and handsome?" She leaned close to me to whisper those words. "Okay," was my plain response, she wasn't even sympathizing with me. "Come on girl, you're no fun!" She lightly slapped my arm. "Let's see," I cocked an eyebrow.
After a few minutes, a guy who was about the same age as I am walked into the room. His blonde hair was neatly brushed up and he was wearing eyeglasses. In addition to that, he was wearing a gray formal suit. Hannah was right! As soon as he lifted up his face, it was like a bucket of cold water was thrown at me. "Kim Namjoon," I spoke under my breath. His eyes roamed around the room and found mine. I saw how his lips curved upwards and went back to speaking to his secretary Mia, who seemed to be acting all flirty in front of him.
"Mia is too obvious. Don't you think?" Hannah looked at me but my eyes were still glued at Namjoon. I can't believe that he will be the new manager! "Y/N, you've been spacing out. What's the matter?" Hannah's worried voice made me turn to her direction. Then I spoke, "Do you remember the story when I confessed to a rude guy from high school?"
"Yeah, what's with him?" Her body was now facing mine with her hands crossed in front of her. "That's him Hannah," I pointed but I made sure only my best friend could see me. "What?!" She gasped but immediately covered her mouth. "Are you sure about that?" She spoke low as much as she could. Why does she look excited?
"Hannah, it's nothing to be excited about," I looked away. Soon we heard Mia calling the attention of the whole team, "Everyone, this is Mr. Kim Namjoon. The new manager of this team."
"Girl," Hannah whispered. "Your taste is not that bad," she added. I just rolled my eyes in response.
Namjoon's POV
"Who did this report?" I asked Mia who was standing in front of me, while I went through the papers in front of me. "It's Lee Y/N, Mr. Kim," I scoffed after hearing her name. "Call her please," I ordered Mia. She quickly turned her heels away from me and proceeded out of my office. "You never changed Lee Y/N," I mumbled to myself.
Y/N's POV
"Y/N," Mia rushed towards my station and was looking nervous. "What's wrong?" I asked her, unsure of what was going on. "Mr. Kim wants you in his office now," she said as she bit her lower lip out of nervousness. "Can you tell me what's going on?" I asked with my arms crossed in front of me.
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