It's Tuesday, but it's my favorite time of my work day.

Lunch time.

After grabbing my purse, I make my way out of the office building, being careful not to trip and fall. I swear I hate wearing stilettos.

I sigh. The things I do to be a successful adult.

I decide to take the familiar alleyway to use as a shortcut to get to the restaurant faster, and my heels click annoyingly loud on the pavement as I walk.

"Stop right there," a weirdly familiar voice snaps and I turn my head over my shoulder to see who's trying to tell me what to do.

"Oh, hey," I say as I see a man standing a few feet away from me holding a gun.

"What?" He asks, tilting his head.

"What?" I repeat back to him.

"Didn't I try to rob you before?" He asks, frowning.

"Oh! I knew you sounded familiar. Sorry bro, I still don't have money," I shrug.

That's a lie, but I'm not about to give this guy my lunch money.

"Just give me your purse and nobody gets hurt," he says in a voice that I think is supposed to be scary, but to me, it just sounds like he's trying to hold in a burp.

"If you want to carry a purse that badly, I can recommend some nice boutiques for you to visit," I suggest.

"Why are you so fucking weird?" He asks and I gasp dramatically, holding my free hand to my chest while the other one holds onto my purse.

"Language!" I snap. "You're just as rude as I remember."

"Give me the purse, lady," he says, pointing the gun at me.

"This purse does not go with your outfit," I say, rolling my eyes.

The robber groans and clicks the safety of the gun off.

"I'll just shoot you and take your purse that way since you want to be difficult," he says with a smirk.

Damn me and my smart ass mouth.

I purse my lips, hoping that they don't make me wear high heels to my funeral.

But then an idea pops into my head.

A stupid idea that Namjoon would definitely urge me to do in this situation.

What's the worst that can happen, right?

"No he can't read my poker face..." I begin to sing hesitantly and immediately, the robber in front of me screeches and pulls the trigger on his gun, but because he was so startled, he shot the bullet into the concrete below our feet.

"Y-you're invisible! What the fuck?!" He screams and I stop singing.

"You tried to shoot me!" I scream back, pointing at him.

"Because you turned invisible!"

"I only turned invisible because you threatened to shoot me!"

I clutch my purse to my chest, determined not to give in to this little bitch boy.

"You need to just take that gun and shove it up your-"

I stop mid-sentence as I smell something annoyingly familiar in the air.

Oh. Crap.

"He's coming," I say, eyes wide as I look around frantically.

"What? Who? The cops?!"

"No, you idiot! It's-"

"RM, your friendly neighborhood superhero! I'm here to save the day because I heard a gunshot and I... oh! Isla!" Namjoon exclaims as he comes barreling down the alley in his purple superhero costume, his cape flapping behind him as he runs.

"Him again?" The robber asks, facepalming.

"Hey Namjoon," I say, waving at the man who is now standing behind the robber.

"Don't use my real name, peasant!" He yells. "I mean, that's not even my real name. The only name I know is... justice."

"That was horrible," I say, rolling my eyes before turning to the robber. "Please shoot me and put me out of my misery."

"You're both freaks," he murmurs as he looks back and forth between Namjoon and me.

"At least I don't shoot at innocent people!" I yell, pointing accusingly at him.

"He shot at you?" Namjoon asks, eyes narrowed.

"Only because this freak turned invisible when I tried to rob her!" He says, also pointing accusingly at me.

Now we're both pointing at each other and Namjoon is secretly picking out a wedgie.

"Well what else was she supposed to do?" He asks, blushing when he realizes that I can see his hand in his ass crack.

"Um... she was supposed to give me her purse and not turn fucking invisible," he snaps.

"Language!" I shout.

"But her purse doesn't go with your outfit," Namjoon says, frowning.

The robber throws his hands up in defeat.

"That's it. I'm done robbing people if I'm gonna keep running into the two of you," he says, quickly walking away.

"Another criminal off the streets thanks to RM, the friendly neighbor-"

"Do not finish that sentence," I warn. "Buy me lunch. I think I peed myself a little when he shot at me. I need food to cope with my emotions."

"I have to ask my boss if I can take my lunch break," Namjoon says as we make our way out of the alley and I turn to him, frowning.

"You have a boss?" I ask.

"Well, of course I do. Everyone has a boss," he says, rolling his eyes.

I open my mouth to make a sarcastic comment but he holds his hand up to silence me.

"Mr. Namjoon?" He asks and my eyes narrow.

"Yes, Namjoon?" He asks back to himself.

"May I take my lunch break?"

"Let me think about it."

"Of course, Mr. Namjoon."

And then Namjoon just stands there with his hands clasped behind his back, rocking back and forth on his heels as he's watching the birds that are flying across the sky.

"Nam-"

He holds his finger up and continues to remain silent.

"You may take your lunch break," he says to himself finally.

"Thank you, Mr. Namjoon."

"You're welcome, Namjoon."

Then Namjoon turns to me with his dimpled smile. "I'm on my lunch break now!"

I stare at him with my mouth open in a very unflattering manner. But I just can't help it.

"Why...?" is all I can say.

"I want soup!" He says, clapping his hands together in excitement as he completely ignores me and begins to walk down the sidewalk towards the local restaurant.

"I want to die," I murmur.