Seokjin.

So he was actually not bluffing when he said I owed him dinner. He literally pulled me into this restaurant, sat me down and forced me to buy him food. Where can I report adult bulling? Is that even a thing? Do police accept such reports?

"Oh, and I'll have the fried rice too, can I get that with beef? No? Ok just add fried rice to the others and a glass of water please" He smiles to the waiter, who smiles back at him, jotting down the last of dozens of food.

"What would you like?" He asks turning to me." First of all, what? "That wasn't order for two?" He snorts immediately before laughing. "Am not sharing my food with you." He says like that should be some known fact. "Well ok meanie, that's even better, because I am going home." I make to stand but he grabs my arm keeping me in place. He smiles sheepishly at me again. Those dimples. "Fine, I'll share my food with you." He forces out.

I just shake my head turning to the girl who is suggestively staring at Namjoon. "I'll have the kimchi please." I tell her a bit loudly to get her attention, and away from Namjoon. She bows before scurrying off to somewhere else. Hoes.

"Vegetables huh?" He teases once we are alone. Is he trying to make a conversation with me, or as usual trying to annoy me? I glare at him instead. "What, I see you eat a lot at the diner. You don't have to pretend to not eat a lot just because we are out together. I don't discriminate." He puts a hand on his chest, seemingly pledging on it.

"First of all, I don't eat a lot, and second, we are not out together? You dragged me here and bullied me into buying you food." He gasps dramatically. "Bully you? You owed me a favour. I saved you from that woman, we both know you would be working for longer hours." He is not wrong, although I didn't ask for it. I'll let it slide for now because I am starving as well.

"Look if it makes you feel better. I'll buy us dinner next time." He proposes the good idea, although, "why do I feel like that is a plot to get me to have dinner with you again?" He smirks, leaning back on the booth, "Wouldn't that make your dreams come true." He winks, licking his lips, which look soft by the way. It's entrancing, and it makes my mouth water with something.

"You are so full of yourself. I wonder what part of my daily life makes you think I like you?" He is so convinced on this, it makes me doubt my hate for him sometime. I don't like him, do I? Of course not. He goes quiet for a second as he gazes at me, his head is titled to the side, and his stare, it's like he can right through my me. It's worrying and I resist the urge to squirm or move.

I stare back at him, worriedly, I think I might have said something I shouldn't have, or offended him in some type of way. But oddly this seams more about me than him, his eyes zero in lower off my face, to my neck. "Your skin looks soft." It's an abrupt compliment, its veering from the last statement I made, and into something way different. I don't have the urge to ask him why. Somehow comfort for him is important for me.

"Thanks, I use regular oil." I say sarcastically, hoping the tips of my ears aren't a different colour - that happens a lot when I am flustered. I adjust my t shirt not that that does anything that would cover my neck fully. "That's all I get? A lazy thank you."

"Oh, I am sorry pervert. Did you want me to, I don't know, Let you touch it?" He smiles at my expense, his dimples showing over once again. He does have cute dimples for a perverted person.

Our food thankfully arrives soon, and I don't waste a second as I dive into my mine. Maybe I do eat a lot, but who cares, it's all from my hard work. Namjoon makes short conversations as we eat. It's mostly him annoying me and eating from my bowl. It's surprisingly not offending, especially when he flashes those dimples of his. Although in turn I eat from his numerous plates.

"Mmmh, I have always wanted to ask this?" I don't like those types of sentence openers, they end in a confession, or a proposal. But with Namjoon I kinda want to hear what he says, you know, just for the fun of it; so I can say no if he confesses or proposes. Damn,why would I think of that?

"About your online shop."

"You know about it?" I ask surprised, I didn't think someone like him would know about that, much less be interested in anything there. "Yeah, I surfed a little on the page. Real pretty designs." Did he just complement my work, without an insult after?

"Thanks, so what was the question?" I say trying not to sound too interested.
"Is that like all you? Are they your designs?" "Yeah, why?" I ask a little on the defense, that is the one thing that is precious to me, I wouldn't be able to even tolerate his corny jokes about it.

"Nothing, I just thought they were really remarkable. Kind of unique. Not that I know anything about fashion anyway. I just thought they were pleasing to look at." It's hard to take him seriously with how much of a play he actually is, for all I know he might just be making fun of it, probably bet with his friends about this.

I haven't cared much about people's opinion on my designs, even from some of the top dogs of the industry that I have had a chance to get some constructive criticism from. At the end of the day I have always thought the kind of world I live in is free, you could do whatever you want with your imagination, let them run wild to create anything. But somehow I feel like it would sting at me if Namjoon is making fun of my work.

"Your not playing with this, are you?"

"Huh?" He asks confused, putting down his chopsticks. "Your not secretly making fun of my collection, are you?" I ask again, keeping my gaze on his just so I could catch him lying. His eyes widen in surprise, before his brows furrow, "why would I do that?" He asks in a confused tone, and I have a hard time telling if this is the man who bullies me on regular occasions. He looks genuinely curious as why I would think so.

"No reason. Thanks anyway."

"Cool, so with that said, would you tailor me a shirt and a pair of pants? One my buddies has a wedding and he would like us all in something blue, or related to that" I did not think I would get a gig at the end of today, much less from this one. But work is work, and Lord knows I need it because I am running low on income now.

"If you pay me, I will."

"How much?"

"That might be up for discussion if want it tailored specifically like you said."

"Do I get a discount?" Oh here we go.

"Not even in a blue moon." He looks ready to protest or complain so I cut him off. "It's already cheaper than you would get it in a store. I am saving you a lot of cost. Plus...if you say you actually like it like you did, then you'll be satisfied." If I can get him to shut up, then I think I am a good negotiator.

He complies but murmurs anyway. "Isn't it easy though. Just cutting it up into shapes and stitching it up again?" Does he really think it's that simple. "I bet you wouldn't be able to cut any known shape to man if you were given the chance to cut a fabric. Do you even know how to hold a pair of scissors?" He shrugs stuffing his mouth.

"I do now. My little brother taught me." I pause at that, "You have a little brother?" I ask as he looks up, he seems to have caught on, and he flashes a smile. It reaches his eyes, the best I have ever seen on him, and that's only at the mention of his brother. I don't know what that's like, I never had sibling growing up.

"He is not that little. Just three years younger than me." He says, still with that smile. That means his little brother is around eighteen to around twenty. Which would make him at most twenty four. I think about the job he has, and how a little young he is to be in construction. Not that the job requires a lot than physical abilities. It's just. . .he looks the youngest of the workers. I have noticed so.

"He sounds nicer than you." He scoffs wiping his mouth with a napkin. His eyes still crinkling to indicate his present smile. "He is something alright." He says, his gaze meeting mine. He sounds like he cares about his brother, or at least knows. His eyes are alive as he talks about him, and I don't think of my words as I ask him, "Does he live with you?" The words leave my mouth abruptly.

He pauses his smile flattering a bit, I panic. I didn't mean to pry into his life, it just came out. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to ask -"

"It's ok. He umm, he lives with my parents in Gwangju. He uses the scissors to for his calligraphy work." He looks elated as he speaks about him, and not offended by my abrupt intrusion. "I didn't know how to use small tools like scissors, or needles. So he taught me." I am surprised at the softness in his voice, it doesn't sound like him, or like how he talks (argues) with me. Am even surprised more at his next sentence. "Your designs remind me of his. Might be different types of art, but both just so unique. I have never seen anything like them." Its the best thing I have heard today, the praise and the comparison.

Am tempted to ask what his brother's name is , and inquire further about the art or his family. But I remind myself that we are not close, we don't hang and we don't get along anyway. This was abrupt, and just because he was nice to me for a few minutes doesn't mean a thing. Besides, it might be rude or annoying to be inquisitive of his business.

"Sap." I say drinking my water with a smile, he mirrors it, biting the inside of his cheek. "I tell you I like your work and you say I am sappy?"
"You were getting all mushy." I say with a laugh after, which earns me a blush from him. It's even funnier when he tries to conceal it by looking down, his dimples present from his smile. Cute.

He grumbles standing up, bringing out his wallet before slamming some notes on the table. I am still too amused to care, but eventually it dies down as he glares at me. "Are you done laughing so we can go?"

I retort standing up. He didn't think he would drag me out to dinner and drag me somewhere else after right? Also, did he just pay for dinner? "I paid for our food. So next time it's your turn." He says as we leave the restaurant.

"Am not having another dinner with you." "Ooou, you make it seem like we were on a date. I like it." He amuses beside him. Oh why did I think he was a bit nice minutes ago. I face palm as I walk down the pavement, him beside me, I don't even have the heart to protest. "You live three blocks down mine. I'll walk you home."

"Should I be worried you know about that, especially with how you hate me."

"I am not a hating stalker."

"Regular stalker?" I ask to annoy him, and it does as he playfully pushes me with one hand forward on the pavement. "I am not a stalker." He says with conviction while I laugh out loud in the night. "Somehow I find that hard to believe."

Namjoon ends up walking me home, all through playful banter and occasional insults that we throw at each other before parting. Somehow I am all smiles as I enter my apartment, for someone annoying he sure does know how to make me laugh. Happy almost. It's different to how my nights are, worry over my life and a bit of fear. Tonight I can't think of anything other than him, how happy he looked and how happy that made me feel.

It makes me think of him and I, not necessarily together, because that would be crazy, we hate each other. But more of close acquaintances, or frenemies, if that makes sense. I know I wear my heart out on a sleeve, I walk carelessly with it, risking harm. But I can't help it, it's how I am, how I have always been. So I don't fight it when the image of Namjoon's dimples makes my heart melt, and flutter a bit. It's not like he would know anyway.

My phone rings as I come out the shower, and I look at it seeing that it is my mum. I don't answer, I can't allow her to ruin my good mood tonight, or ever. I left that place and I am not going back. A text follows after the call, stating that we need to talk. I have nothing to say to her, not tonight.

I change into my pajamas and jump into bed, my thoughts filled with that bright smile of Namjoon.

I like it.