Seokjin

"Hey, give me back my change...ahh forget it." I yell out to the speeding taxi man who just stole from me. Fucking creep, that was my lunch money tommorow. I try to catch my breath as I eye the luggage in front of me. Who is going to help me put this in the store? I know damn well none of my coworkers are going to come down here and help, especially because its already evening and most of them are already leaving.

I try lifting one of the rolls but one of my nails break immediately and I yelp letting it fall back on the ground. I inspect my broken nail and a scowl forms on my lips at the sight.

Even if I could lift three rolls at a time. I would still have to leave a couple of others while I go up, and that honestly isn't the best option. This is not the safest part of town, and carelessly leaving out goods of value could cost you a lot.

I look to the other side of the street for help, but am met with the smug look, and bulging muscles from my sworn enemy as he drinks some water from his bottle. Am not asking him for help.
He probably has been watching me since I got here, laughing at me making a fuss over a few dollars and my broken nails. I look away, not wanting to talk to him....or look at his muscles.

"All you have to do is ask." He shouts to me. I pretend to not hear, looking around for anyone, I would rather risk my bags getting stolen than ask him for help, that's how much I hate him. Out of the corner of my eye I see him walking to me, and instinctively I jump in front of my baggage.

"Don't worry, am not coming to help you, I just want to stay close so I don't miss the moment you humiliate yourself." He says to me, finally on this side of the road. He takes off his hat to reveal his purple locks, running his large hand through it. I try not to look.

"Aren't you suppose to be working or something, and no am I not going to humiliate myself, you've done that enough for me already." I say finally turning to him.

"Well am done for today and humiliated you? You spilled hot coffee all over me, I got burns and you still haven't paid for my medical check up-" I cut him off "First of all, the coffee was yours, and you spilled it all over yourself and my fabric rolls, if anything you owe me a new roll." I say a matter of factly, daring him to speak.

"Jesus, you got the mouth of three little girls on you, you don't even care you might have hurt me. Physically." This guy really has some nerve telling me I have a loud mouth. "Where, show me." I yell at him absentmindedly, am lucky there are only a few passersby.

He smirks walking closer to me, but I back up against the rolls stopping myself. He starts to unzip his reflector jacket and my eyes widen. "What are you doing?" I ask attempting to stop him. "You told me to show you." He says letting the zipper drop to show me his sculpted chest, sweaty and...and...

"I didn't mean strip your clothes Namjoon, Ewww." I shout attempting to cover my eyes. I don't realize my slip up until I see him smiling. "So you do know my name, way to pretend."

"Umm, I didn't know your name, I just...said what came to my mind. I meant pervert." I try to save myself and the blush creeping up my cheeks. I have been calling him pervert, I have no idea where that slip up came from. He doesn't back away so I move my fingers from my face to look at him. He still has me up against the rolls with his bare chest.

I make the mistake of looking at it and I gulp as I make out his large pecs, visible abs, and a peek of a tattoo at his lower torso. My eyes trail back to to his face. "Did you see the burns?" He asks, knowingly smirking. I hate him.

I step around him pulling him away from my fabrics at the same time."I didn't see anything, and am not paying you anything either, so if you have nothing more to say, I'll excuse myself." I pick up one fabric role, careful with my nails this time, I don't let him get another word in as open the door to the store and move in. They are seven rolls, that means seven trips. I only pray nobody steals them,...or spill anything on it.

Namjoon is my sworn enemy, also the guy who works on the new construction site opposite my work place. I didn't know him, or notice him till recently when he bumped into me at the coffee shop we both visit every day down the block. I was off to work carrying my supplies and minding my business, he was clumsily walking with his coffee, and he ended up pouring it over himself and my fabric.

He gave me a half assed apology, and when I called him out on it, he said it was my fault in the first place. We ended up arguing, and the only reason we were both not banned from the shop is because we are both regulars. To make it worse we discovered we work opposite each other, we have to see each other everyday since we visit the same lunch room at noon too, him and his group of friends from the construction site, and me and my two friends from the shop.

I have tried to persuade my friends to eat somewhere else with me, but they say am not serious. One time we visited this restaurant nearby, and I complained about their sauce, and they took that as their chance to drag me back to the lunch room, saying I just wanted to see Namjoon after all.

I swear that was not the case, but leave it to my friends to assume things. They are even convinced there is sexual tension between us. Of course that is fat lie, there is nothing even slightly imaginary between us. I hate even seeing that guy walk around, I fear he might ruin something else for me. I wonder how he even got into construction with his clumsy ass. Smh.

Anyway, now he seems to think I owe him medical attention and I told him he owes me a new roll of fabric. I have a feeling he won't back down, and am not going to give in to some bully either. I walk back the stairs for the third time, feeling already tired.
"You look like you will pass out in the next ten seconds." He comments from the wall where he is stood. Why is he still here? Although he is not wrong, am out of breath, and I may very well pass out if I don't slow down. Maybe I should start taking that working out thing more seriously.

"I see your still waiting for me, why don't you make yourself a little useful." I say to him holding the door open. Am not accepting his help, he owes me this. "So you are asking for my help?" He doesn't give me a chance to answer as he pushes himself from the wall he is leaning on. "I guess I do owe you a little, so I could do this for you."

Well that was easy, I really thought he would give me a hard time or something. He picks up four of the remaining rolls, surprising me. There are medium sized and weigh a good amount, I guess its nothing new to him, seeing as he carries them effortlessly. I lead the way up stairs, all through I feel his eyes on me. Raking. I don't pay it any attention especially because he doesn't say anything.

He always has something to say.

My boss gives me a dirty look again as I enter the building, one that disappears when she sees Namjoon behind me. For some reason I hate that sultry look she wears, and how she fixes her clothes before walking to us. "Oh thank you so much, we didn't have anyone to help our Jinnie here with the supplies, so we appreciate you much for steeping in, tell me if there is anything I could do to repay you." She purrs holding Namjoon's shoulder.

I roll my eyes at her antics. She's a mean bitch by the day, and a slut as soon as she sees someone hot. Not that I think Namjoon is hot, or sexy. I just think he is sexually appealing to look at, especially for her. "That's OK, ma'am, am glad I could help out. Jinnie here begged and I couldn't really say no to him." He says with a smirk as he puts the rolls to where he was shown. I have an urge to smack both of them upside the head, but that would probably get me fired, am already treading on thin line with this woman, so I just stick my tongue out to Namjoon when she's not looking.

"What's your name again?"

"Namjoon, ma'am." He bows finally facing her. "Are you by any chance free tonight, maybe we could grab some food." I hold my breath as I look at Namjoon, for some reason the idea of those two out together doesn't settle with me, maybe its because I know how much of a pain she is and Namjoon wouldn't like that.

Wait, shouldn't I be happy that he would be suffering? "I would love to, but Jin here has already asked me out on dinner, he wanted to thank me for helping him out. Maybe next time." My boss turns to glare at me, before turning to Namjoon. "I'll hold you to that." She says again.

"If its ok, we will just leave now." Namjoon says again, and she forces out a smile before moving out of his way. Namjoon grabs me by the hand pulling me with him. Am too surprised to stop it, or to pay attention to the dirty look my boss is giving me. Am so happy Hoseok and Solar are not here, I could never hear the end of this.

I am brought back to my senses when Namjoon pulls me with him to the side walk. "Would you let go of me." I grumble trying to pull myself from him. He doesn't let me go. "I just saved your ass in there, you could have gotten a shit load of work till midnight."

"You know, I would take that anytime than this. You lied about me begging for your help and asking you out on the same day." "Can't you just say thank you and let it go." He asks narrowing his eyes. I can't help but stare, dark orbs, very scrutinizing.

"Thank you. Can I go home now?" I ask finally pulling myself from his grasp. "No you can't, you asked me out remembered, you owe me a meal." My mouth drops open, is he serious?
"I did not ask you out -"

"Well I know you have wanted to for a long time, am doing you a favour, so let's go?" He asks taking my hand again. This isn't anything new to me, well the talking part isn't. We spend most of the time we are in the same space arguing back and forth. Usually about everything. But the part where he touches me is new, the first time he held my hand, more like grab was back at the diner.

He earned the name pervert that day.

I let him pull me, groaning as we walk down the street. Its night time already, and the street lights this side are not so useful. Strangely I don't feel as scared as I am always when am alone. Its actually kind of nice to feel safe for once. So I let him pull me with him.