PARK SOOMI'S POV

"So, why are we here again?" I frowned at Namjoon who was stretching his arms out and yawning. Then I looked at what laid before us, the vast sky and a fragment of the city from above.

We were at Namjoon's place, but on the rooftop. Even though it was quite small in space, there were herbs and flower pots everywhere, and even an old, battered couch left to a side, big enough for three people to sit.

"Your lesson." Namjoon looked at me.

"Are we here to exercise?" I frowned again, not understanding what he was referring to.

I definitely didn't come here at seven freaking AM for a morning exercise.

"Let's sit down first." Namjoon cackled. His brown hair was messy again today, glasses sitting on top of his nose, giving him this nerdy look like always.

It's illegal to look cute like this! And then there's me, I'd look like an old hag If I wore those thick rimmed glasses.

"It's... refreshing." A long sigh escaped my mouth as I took a seat near him on the couch.

"The morning, right? I often come here to see the sunrise!" He beamed excitedly.

I was talking about you, but okay.

"The landlord has a nice taste." Namjoon smiled at me then looked ahead, breathing in the fresh air.

God, I could actually dive in those dimples and get lost.

"Whenever I get stressed I just come here, have a cup of coffee by myself, and I read something. It feels really good." He propped an elbow on his lap and rested his chin on his palm as he observed the landscape of the city outlined down below.

"Is this some kind of a secret hideout? Like you've never told this to anyone before?" I said excitedly, trying to hide my grin.

Namjoon turned his face towards me, his cheek resting on his hand. "Kind of, yeah. You know something Soomi?"

He breathed out, a lopsided smile spreading across the side of his face. "You don't normally kiss someone before you properly get to know them. That's your first lesson."

A blush made its way on my face as soon as he said that. "I— I know you!" I almost yelled out of embarrassment. "But— not really."

Coming to think of it, I'd never asked more questions about his personal life. I didn't even know his birthday, his interests in music, we could forget his zodiac but I'd be curious to learn that too, also if he liked mozzarella sticks or not, because that would be important. I really knew close to nothing.

"Yeah." Namjoon faced ahead. "That's why, let's get to know each other better. Get out of just the teacher student label."

He wanted to know more about me, apart from being his student, and I couldn't help but blush to myself. What was this? I never thought I'd blush so much over a guy ever in my life.

"You do know a lot about me," I piped in. "I mean, I talk all the time and you listen. But I don't know much about you."

"You can ask me any question you want," he said almost immediately. Just a terse eye contact with him and my heart skipped a beat again.

Wow, what was this feeling?

I cleared my throat looking away. "So.., what's expensive girl?"

"What?" Namjoon shouted, eyes pouring out of his socket. "Who told you about that!"

"Yoongi. In your place, remember? Later I asked him what it meant because I was so curious. He said it's kinda like a taboo? And you guys don't talk about it?"

Namjoon let out a huff of relief. "Don't ask me about that again, you don't wanna know."

"Okay." I gave a small nod. "Then what's trouble?"

"WHAT?" Namjoon shouted louder this time, almost damaging my eardrums.

"Well, Yoongi said it's a song you and your friend Jin composed?"

"When have you and Yoongi been talking about my dark past behind my back?" Namjoon furrowed his eyebrows at me.

I gulped a little. "I sent him a few texts asking some stuff about you, I was curious that's it."

"What else did he say?" Namjoon interrogated with a serious expression, making me swallow harder.

"Nothing else. That was it," I lied in a blink.

I had asked Yoongi if Namjoon had a girlfriend before and Yoongi told me who'd date Namjoon because he'd probably break the bed doing stuff; I flushed red again.

"If you're curious you can ask me. Don't need to ask the grandpa." Namjoon pouted a little by himself.

Cute.

"Grandpa? Wait, he does act like one." We both laughed at my sudden realization, and then I sat properly straightening my back, as if I was preparing to interview him.

"Do you write songs? You seem like you love music. Did you want to be a musician when you were small?" I asked a little seriously, which made him chuckle.

"Yeah, kinda. I do write music, and I love rapping. I was an underground rapper back in high school, and the early years of college but being a teacher always meant something else to me, possibly more."

"Can you please rap in front of me someday? Or sing me yours songs? Please?" I pleaded with my eyes. "Rappers are so cool! I wish I could rap but I always go asdfghjkl whenever I try!"

Namjoon stared at me wide eyed. "Ah, I— I don't know."

"Please! You have to." I put a hand on his free arm resting on his knees. I gave it a light squeeze.

"A-alright." He stared at my hand on his arm. His ears looking unusually red, why?

"You have to though, don't forget your promise." I let go off him, feeling incredibly happy inside. Rappers were always the coolest bunch to me. And I always died on the rappers in any of the kpop group I liked.

"So, how's it like being a teacher? You once said you wanted to be a full fledged teacher someday." I chirped but he was staring blankly ahead.

"Oh, um yeah." He snapped back to reality after a second. "I really want to be a teacher. That's why it's important to me being a good sub teacher here. They are gonna give me a letter of recognition which will look good on my CV. It'll work as an experience too. I can probably be a real teacher in some college if I do good here."

"Oh." I nodded, my mind slowly drifting away to what he'd said before.

That he failed as a teacher, because I tried to kiss him. And that he should've maintained the line between us.

He really wanted to be a good teacher, but I made him think otherwise.

"That was short. You're done with your questions already?" He asked, making me wake up from my reverie.

"No. What other things do you like?" I asked. In my mind I was still wondering if what we; I was doing here was right. Suddenly I couldn't help but mull over that.

"Traveling, music, movies, books, a lot of things, apparently!" He looked at me. "And you?"

"Well I don't know about books much but I love reading manga."

"Such as?" He asked eagerly, making my mind have a short blackout again. I turned my face away.

"Boys love. I love bl manga."

I heard Namjoon softly chuckling by my side. "I never would've thought. How are they?"

"Well, I don't know. I actually thought I wouldn't like them too. But it's kinda addicting. I mean once you're in, you can't get out. Just even the thought of two hot guys- hey why are you laughing at me!"

"I'm sorry." Namjoon clasped his hands over his mouth, his eyes crinkled for laughing too hard. "I'm not making fun of you, I promise."

"Hmm." I vehemently folded my arms over my chest. "Well, yaoi isn't the only thing! I read shoujo too, okay? I mean those girly romance stuff, bet you wouldn't have guessed that too."

"Really?" He asked a little surprised. "You do?"

"Yeah. There's this even one manga that reminded me a lot of us. It's called faster than a kiss." I chimed excitedly at him. "There's this teacher and a student-"

My tongue halted as soon as I'd realized what I was talking about. Oh no, oh no. Embarrassing!

"What? I'm curious." Namjoon gave me a cheeky smile.

"Nothing!" I snarled. "Theyweremarriedbutwearenteveninarelationship."

I said it fast under a second, then a took a deep breath in. "I mean what I'm saying is, we have nothing in common with that manga, absolutely nothing!"

Namjoon bursted out laughing after a silent second when I was done. "And you said you couldn't rap. That was so fast, I can't even—"

He was losing it. Tears started forming in my eyes. Hell, I was embarrassed. More embarrassed than the the time Jungkook caught me sending a girl love letters when we were kids.

"You look cute when you're embarrassed," Namjoon said all of a sudden, still grinning hard.

That was it. My heart did a back flip, my consciousness flying off to the heaven. "Stop it!" I cried putting on my grumpiest face.

At this point I had realized that I couldn't care if this was right or wrong. I just wanted to be with him, as a student, and as something else too. Something more than just a student.

Namjoon was still laughing to himself a little, biting on the side of his lower lip for him to stop. "Are you hungry? We should get some breakfast now."

"Yeah," I said in a daze, thoughts clouding my mind.

"Let's go then. What do you wanna eat?" He got up from his seat, asking.

"Will you go on a date with me?" I blurted out, completely out of context. Not even knowing what I was really saying.

"After knowing each other doesn't dating come as a thing?" I asked with my voice trembling this time. Finally, it was hitting my nerve system, what I was actually doing.

I was asking him out. Which I might regret later. But this was me, a stupid, sexually conflicted, and confused girl who always did stuff before thinking.

"I don't know." Namjoon uttered, blankly staring at me as if he couldn't get a hold of what was happening. "Let's.. talk about that later."

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A/n: yall thirsty asf what did you really want as a lesson you dirty minded people! YOU NEED NAMJESUS

i did not sign up for this kind of attack i'm not okay just kidding I SIGNED UP EXACTLY FOR THIS SLAP ME ON THE FACE WITH YOUR PERFECT HANDS NAMJOON ISTG I'M THE ONE WHO NEEDS NAMJESUS