"Wake up!" Namjoon screeches as he relentlessly bangs on my front door.

"Time for dimples to die, I guess," I growl in my half asleep state, grabbing my pillow as I roll out of bed and make my way to the front door.

"Isla!" Namjoon yells as he continues to knock on the door.

I unlock the door and swing it open violently before immediately beginning to beat the life out of him with my pillow for waking me up at 8 o'clock in the morning on a Saturday.

"Die, filthy pest!" I yell, getting in a good hit against the side of his head.

"Stop! It's me, Namjoon!" He yells as he holds his arms up in front of his face.

"I know it's you, numb nuts!"

"Why are you hitting me?! OH SHIT, IS THERE A BUG ON MY FACE?! HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!" Namjoon begins to scream at the top of his lungs.

My neighbor swings her door open, scowling at both of us.

"What in the ever-loving FUCK are you two idiots doing?" She snaps, grabbing the pillow out of my hands and throwing it down the hallway before flipping us off and slamming her door shut.

"Is the bug dead?" Namjoon whispers, eyes wide in horror and hair now a tangled mess from the pillow's hits.

"Why in the world are you here so early?" I ask, rolling my eyes.

"After seeing that owl, I thought of a great idea and I want you to come with me!" He says excitedly, clapping his hands together before making his way into my apartment.

"When will you learn that you don't live here?" I groan as I run out into the hallway and grab my pillow.

"I never said I live here. Don't be so weird, Isla," he says as I walk back into my apartment and shut the door behind me. "Get dressed so we can go. I'm really excited for this!"

"What are we doing?" I ask.

"It's a surprise," he says, grinning brightly.

"I don't think I want a surprise from you," I say cautiously as I quickly move down the hallway to get dressed.

After putting on a white long-sleeved crop top and black ripped jeans, I walk into the bathroom and grimace at the state of my hair.

I pull it up into a high ponytail and hope for the best.

"You look cute," Namjoon says as I walk into the living room to grab my white Converse shoes.

"You look like you got beaten with a pillow," I say, pointing at his messy hair.

"Shut up," he says, pouting. "Here. Put this blindfold on."

"Kinky," I say, staring at the fabric in his outstretched hand.

Namjoon blushes profusely and clears his throat. "P-put it on, pervert."

"I'm not the pervert in this situation," I say, winking at him.

Namjoon chokes on his spit.

"Swallow much?" I say, smirking at him and his eyes nearly pop out of his head.

"Stop that! I'm too young to die from a heart attack," he says, clutching his chest dramatically.

I roll my eyes and grab the blindfold out of his hand before tying it over my eyes.

"Dimples, I swear that if you let me trip or run into anything, I will stick another straw up your nose," I warn, pointing my finger in the air.

"I'm over here, genius," he says from next to me and I realize my finger is not pointing at him.

"Whatever. Let's go. I want food," I say, crossing my arms.

I hear Namjoon let out a small laugh before I feel him kneel down in front of me.

"Hop on my back. I'll give you a piggyback ride to the surprise," I hear him say and I laugh loudly.

"Yeah right, dimples. You'd drop me in two seconds," I say and I hear him sigh before I feel him grab me and put me on his back.

"Hey!" I yell as he hooks his arms around my legs and I reluctantly wrap my arms around his neck. "If you drop me, I'll choke you out."

"Deal," he says as he begins to walk.

I hear him grab my keys and then I feel him walk again before hearing him lock my door.

"Please don't drop me. I'm too beautiful to die," I say and he laughs.

"You got that right," he says quietly as he continues to walk towards the elevator and I smack his chest.

"No flirting!" I exclaim as we enter the elevator. "You'd better hope this thing doesn't get stuck."

"Would you rather have had me carry you down the stairs?" He asks and I purse my lips.

"Okay, I get your point," I say in resignation.

Miraculously, the elevator works as it's supposed to and we get down into the lobby of the apartment building.

And after ten minutes of Namjoon carrying me through town, he places me down and takes my blindfold off, and I squint for a moment in the harsh sunlight.

"Ugh, why do people like sunlight?" I pout and Namjoon rolls his eyes.

"Let's go!" He says excitedly as he grabs my hand and pulls me into a large store.

Immediately, I know this is about to be bad.

We're in a pet store.

"Namjoon, I-"

"Let's go! I want to get a pet. We can even adopt it together!" He says.

"No! Namjoon, I'm-"

"I know, I know. You're not going to clean up the poop. Don't worry, I'll do all of that since this is my idea," he says dismissively. "I just figured we could get a pet as an apology for how much trouble I cause you."

"ACHOO!" I screech and I hear about half of the animals in the store screech back in fright from the loud noise.

"I-I'm... ACHOO!" I sneeze again and Namjoon gives me a weird look.

"Don't sneeze so loud. You're scaring the animals!" He scolds me and I glare at him through my watery eyes.

"I'm allergic... ACHOO... to fur... ACHOO!"

"Oh. Oh shit, my bad," he says, pursing his lips as I sneeze some more.

"We need to leave!" I say, coughing as I feel my throat beginning to close up and I realize that I'm going to die and I never even got to get my breakfast.

"You should've told me you were allergic to fur before we came to a freaking pet store!" Namjoon yells in panic as I sneeze about a hundred more times.

"Gonna... ACHOO... kill you..." I narrow my eyes at him.

"I should probably get you back outside," he says, tapping his finger on his chin.

I roll my eyes and turn around, stumbling my way out the door, but not before I sneeze very dramatically and paint the door with my saliva and snot.

"EW!" Namjoon yells. "Cover your mouth when you sneeze, Isla. It's rude not to!"

I run outside and look around for a pharmacy so I can go overdose on Benadryl.

"Let's go get some food now. I'm starving," Namjoon says calmly from behind me as he exits the pet store.

And then I decide that I am 110% done with this dimpled superhero.

So I turn around.

And I sneeze on him.

Right in his face.

"HELP! I'VE BEEN ATTACKED!" Namjoon screeches dramatically as he falls to the ground in the fetal position.

I roll my eyes and wipe my mouth before jogging over to the pharmacy down the street, leaving the grown ass adult rolling around on the sidewalk like I just shot him in the face with a bullet instead of shooting him with a snot rocket.

Don't judge me. I'm petty.