Three: Namjoon

I entered the dorm that me and the hyungs share. We're not all brothers, but related one way or another. After my awkward encounter, they took me to a restaurant. We ate and drank. Simply enjoyed each other's company. Ever so often I zoned out. She had the most radiant shade of eyes which reminded me of a evergreen forest. Her hair were soft against my skin. It smelt like lemon and geraniums. Even though her hair was a deep shade of auburn, her fragrance made her appearance slightly innocent. Her voice was like music to my ears. I was completely and utterly dazzled by her. A slight blush welcomed itself on her features. I was staring down at her, mesmerized. I've smiled at her. I'VE SMILED AT HER! My heart gave a loud thud. I stood back against the closed door. I bite down into my lip as I stared at my feet. Trying to urge this strange sensation to the back of my head. If Seokjin hadn't pulled me away, I might have grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from there. What am I even thinking? I don't even know her.

I noticed Jimin's expression as it burned holes through my skin. I looked up at him. A fake smile parade across my face. I am certain that he's not falling for it either. To prove my point he questioned: "Joonie, what happened back at the shop?" His question seemed to drew everyone's attention. I inhaled deeply and let out a sigh. I shrugged my shoulders. How can I explain something to them, if I don't know myself? The fact in the matter is that I would most likely never see her again. I walked past them, fake smile still plastered upon my mouth. I head towards my room without troubling myself with any greetings. Tomorrow I will have to get up early, wouldn't want to be late for my first day of work.