Nine: Namjoon

I joined my family in the living room. Jungkook's friend is still here. I don't mind, but as long as he's here I can't ask out about her. Maybe he knows her and tomorrow the entire campus knows before she does. "You will never guess what Dan just told us," Jk said as I entered. I shrugged my shoulders as I sat down on a couch: "I'm sure that you're about to tell me." He smiled at me. "He's aunt seems to like you," Tae interrupted him. "Yeah, she didn't say it in so many words, but she's being obvious," Jungkook adds. I guess it can't be helped. "Isn't she a little to old too still be in University?" I asked matter of factly. I mean no disrespect, but if the one that their referring too is his aunt, shouldn't she be working instead of fooling around and not come to a solid decision? Jimin laughed at my statement. "You must have met her before, seeing how she's showing you around campus," Daniel said. My back stiffened. Are they related? "Professor Jones, she teaches mathematics. She's hot!" Jungkook exclaimed. His friend flicked his forehead. "Ouch! What is that for?" Jk questioned as he rubbed the spot. Daniel pointed a finger towards me. I must seem extremely tense at the moment. They must have noticed. "Are you okay?" Jin-hyung asked me. I couldn't seem to get the answer passed the lump in my throat. I licked my lips.

They drew their attention away from me. Thankful that I am no longer the centre of their attention. I stood up and left the room. I entered my room without turning the lights on and fell down on my bed. She's driving me crazy and I'm not meaning that in a bad way either. Am I actually falling for her? Is this what they call love at first sight? I blocked out my view by putting an arm over my eyes. She actually likes me too. Than why are she being so hot and cold towards me. Is it because I'm Korean? If that's indeed the case, what I'm feeling for her will never work. My heart breaks beneath my ribcage. It feels like a puncture that's just deep enough to draw some buds of blood. My breath caught up in my throat. I don't even know her, so why does it hurt so much? A shivering breath rushed over my lips. A knock to the door, pulled me back. Before I could answer, it opened and in came Yoongi. He respected my decision by leaving the lights off. "I haven't seen you like this since you lost her. I'm here if you want to talk about it," he said with a sad smile. I haven't thought about her in years. She was my first love. Heaven took her away from me, when I needed her the most. That car came out of nowhere. A tear rolled down my cheek at the recollection of her. I know that he meant no harm by mentioning it. He put a piece of paper into my open hand as he continued: "You deserve to be happy too. She'd want you to be happy. Dan asked me to give this to you." Yoongi stood up, turned around and left. I folded my hand around the piece of paper. A small smile appeared on my face. It's like the written word on the face of the page spoke to me. I picked up my phone and saved her number on its memory. I will ask Jungkook if he would give my number to her. If she shares this feeling, she too will save it. Let's see who'll be the first to start a communication.