1 Namjoon X reader

That loser. Look at him standing there thinking he is cool or something, I can't stand him.

Feeling the heat rushed to my face thinking about how nice he looked in his uniform. The only thing this elite school is good at is making kids look good. My eyes floated back up to him as he laughed. A picture of my hands running through his deep hair made my heart flutter.

Why am I feeling like this, could I like him?

Not impossible. I could never like him, he is ugly and out of my league. A pair of hands grabbed my shoulder shaking me out of my thoughts. "Hello, I know you hear me talking to you!" The feminine voice behind me spoke piercingly.

I can feel an eye roll coming along. "What is Keeli?"

The red-haired woman smacked her gum as she leaned against the wall we stood by. Her lean figure complemented her street-styled fit. The perky young adult was stunning and is my daily dose of positivity. A very rattling 'friendship' we had.

"Just came to bother you honestly, but I see you eyeing brown-eyed Namjoon over there." Nodding her head towards the college boy with her motorcycle cycle helmet in his hand. She knew too much. I always forget how observant she is, it's one of the many things I admired about her though I would never tell her because it would get to her egotistical head.

"Yeah, so what is it to you?" I knew she was up to something.

She always did, which is another thing admired about her, the woman kept me on my toes. The chatting and shuffling sound of the other students starting to go to their classes filled my ears. "Wanted to know if the rumor was true. Little Y/n has a crush on the golden boy."

She circles me with a finger on my collar bone. When completely behind me I could feel her warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "Not going to lie to you, I am a little jealous."

"I'm straight, Keeli."

"That can always change." Her pink lips get vastly close to my neck making me turn around and push her back. That seductive act isn't going to work on me.

"What is wrong with you-!" I started only to see her smirk and shove me back hard causing me to fall into someone.

Quickly sitting upwards I look for that woman that pushed me. My head was banging but I knew one thing looking around. She was gone. Plotting my revenge already I was boiling with steam.

"Hey, are you all right?" A deep sound came from behind.

What's with everyone behind me today? I spin to my backside to see Namjoon sitting there with his smudged clown makeup. Unable to think straight my mind went everywhere at once. He got up and dusted himself off and leaned me a hand, which I gratefully accepted.

His dark hair shines a bit which is surprising because of how messy it is. Those gorgeous eyes put me in a loop as I could feel his rugged arms grip my shoulder, keeping me straight.

"You good?"

"Yeah." I breathlessly spoke, not even focused on the words I've said.

"Good."

He smiled at me and grabbed his helmet starting to walk down the now empty hallway. Without even thinking, I ran up to him and shove him back into the ground. Breathing heavily, I kicked his helmet down the hallway and grabbed him by the collar. My eyes looked directly into his light brown ones.

"That's all you have to say to me?" My words spitting venom on the boy.

"Uh yeah." He looked around nervously with deep red ears. I'm guessing he was nervous, I couldn't believe him. Feeling my violent nature come up, I punch his pretty little face.

"I deserve a bit more than a couple of words from you!" He groans in pain, holding his eye. However, he didn't utter a word. So I hit him again.

"Say something! I need the boy that makes my heart flutter to notice me more than the clumsy chick!" My voice was booming down the hallway. He still didn't say anything. I could feel the wetness of my eyes getting worse as streams flowed down my face as I punched harder.

"Just say something please, it's already hard enough that I can't even express my feelings right," dropping to my knees I so. "I need to know why I'm feeling like this, or at least if you understand what I'm going through."

The man stares at me with soft eyes while I wipe my face. "I just don't want to be alone."

The silence was deadly with thick tension. "I don't know what you're going through. Though if it means that much to you that you would act like this," Looking up to see him a bit closer to me, legs crossed. "I think I'm willing to learn how you feel."

A soft smile appeared on my face from his next words. "You wanna go out for coffee?"