— this one's for the books. 

Because at the end of the day, he's just way out of your league.
And maybe you should be kept under the radar where you belong.

Namjoon was everything you've ever wanted, but everything you didn't deserve. He was in all of your classes, and you know this for sure because he always sits at the front. He's the smartest student everyone knows, he's the competitive swimmer with the perfect body proportions, he's every girl's tutor, and he's just way out of your league.

Of course, you weren't like every other girl on campus who fails all of their midterms on purpose so that Namjoon would have to tutor them. Instead, you were the girl—probably the only one—that just simply admires from afar because that's all you could possibly do. You're not one who fit in, sure, you have a couple of friends, but you were average and on days where you feel like shit, you think you're less than just average.

And maybe you're right. But you have no other choice, do you? You have no other choice but to dream on, let your imaginations wander as far as they could because they'll never happen.

Although you weren't a bright student in most of your classes, you had one talent. You loved to draw, you loved to paint; you loved art. If you paired it up with music, it would be even better.

"(Y/N), are you almost done your drawings? I haven't started on mine and it's all due next week..." Your friend, Mina, frowns.

You nod your head in reply.

"Aren't you going to meet up with your tutor today?" She suddenly reminds you.

You glance down at your watch and realize that you're almost ten minutes late. You look at her alarmingly before getting up from the bench. Flashing her an apologetic smile, she waves at you as you run across the campus to get to the library.

The moment you reach the library, you stop in your tracks when you see none other than Namjoon gathering his things. You look left and right only to notice that the library is completely empty.

"So, you decided to show up, huh?"

You look at Namjoon who looks at you with a disappointed frown. You bow your head as an act of your apology and he waves it off.

"You're just like everyone else," he mutters to himself as he zips up his bag. "I had to sacrifice my swim practice today for you, and you don't show up."

You're trying to find the words to say but you're completely speechless—

"Do you not know how to talk?" He scoffs. "You're just like every other girl out on this campus, just asking me to tutor you for your own fun."

Your eyes widen at his words. Even you, the one who has been admiring him from afar, would never have imagined him to say such words. It was almost as if your perspective of Namjoon had dissipated into the air.

"Ridiculous," he says to himself, shaking his head in dismay. "Unless you've made up another stupid excuse just like what they all do. If it's because you're just going to waste my time by acting stupid instead of actually learning, then I'm sorry, but you have to find another tutor—"

He stops mid-sentence when you slap him in the face. He stares at you in shock, clenching his cheek that was slowly growing red. He notices how there are tears flowing down your cheeks. You roll your eyes at him before leaving the library before he sees you break down into sobs.

Who knew that someone that used to be so beautiful in your own eyes, turn into something... horrible?

You had no idea that Namjoon took Art as an elective class. But you knew for a fact that Art wasn't up his alley. At all.

"(Y/N), I'm really loving the color scheme you have going on." Your professor compliments you and you bow your head in gratitude. "Why don't you show the whole class what you have so far?"

Your eyes widen and you shyly shake your head.

"Come on, (Y/N), if I think it's amazing, your peers will most likely adore what you have on your canvas."

You hesitate, but then you place your paintbrush down. Grabbing your canvas, you walk towards the front of the class. You could feel Namjoon's stare piercing two holes through your forehead but all you could do was simply ignore him.

Namjoon's eyes linger down towards your painting, and it's almost as if the air has been knocked out of his lungs. The way you painted the valleys in the perfect shade of green, the way your clouds looked effortlessly perfect, he was in awe of your talent.

He's snapped out of his thoughts when he feels a nudge to his side. He glances at Hoseok questioningly and he shrugs his shoulders.

"Who knew a mute person like (Y/N) could recreate such beautiful scenery?"

Namjoon furrows his eyebrows in confusion. "Mute? She's mute?"

Hoseok stares at him as if he has ten heads. He nods his head.

"She's mute. But she's a very bright and intelligent Art student because she speaks through her work." Hoseok says as he looks at you in awe. "Sometimes I feel bad for her since some classmates often look down on her and make her feel worthless just because she simply can't speak."

Namjoon tunes out Hoseok's voice and feels himself reflect on all the harsh words he's said to you all out of anger and impatience. Soon enough, the guilt starts to wash over his system and he can't find the strength to look you straight in the eye.

"Namjoon-ah, are you okay?"

"Yeah, why?" Hoseok shrugs at his reply.

"You look a little... pale."

Namjoon suddenly hears his name being called out by the professor and he looks up at him. "Namjoon-ssi, is it okay if I see you after class?"

"You're not doing well in my class, and since this is your elective, I've assumed you're just taking this class to get an easy A."

"I'll reassure you that I'm not, prof." Namjoon explains. "I just... it's so hard to draw the things I want to draw, you know? I don't have that talent."

"But it's not just the talent, Namjoon. It's also the history and the background. You've been failing those tests. Do you need some assistance?"

He immediately shakes his head. "I don't need help, I'll try to boost up my mark and make an effort if that's what you want."

Suddenly, the two of them glance at the door to see you entering inside. Your professor smiles at you, "is there anything I can help you with, (Y/N)? I might have to help you after I speak with Namjoon—"

You cut off your professor by shaking your head and you point towards your working station.

"Did you forget something?" You nod your head. "Go ahead and retrieve it."

You bow your head before walking towards your station to pick up some paintbrushes that you've left. Your professor clears his throat and you turn over your shoulder to look at him questioningly.

"(Y/N), would you mind if I asked you to assist Namjoon in this class? He's not doing well and this is his elective. If he fails this class, he'll be kicked out of the honorary mentions of the year, and I'm sure he doesn't want that to happen."

Looking at Namjoon who has his back turned to face you, you slowly nod your head.

"Are you going to help him out?" You nod your head again. "That's great! I expect the two of you to be working together for the rest of the term, it'd be best if you both sit next to each other from now on."

When the professor dismisses the two of you, you both walk down the hallway in silence. Namjoon sighs, and you feel him tug your wrist. You look up and him.

"Look, I'm sorry," he says softly. "I had no idea."

You stand there, frozen, but the anger inside of you was melting the ice away.

"I had no idea that you were mute and whatever I said that day, I'm sorry—"

You cut him off by yanking your arm away from him. You turn around and start walking down the hallway without him.

"I'm sorry!" He exclaims and you shut him up by raising your hand in the air as a warning.

But you can't stop yourself from smiling when you've reached the end of the hallway and he yells out,

"I'll make it up to you, I swear!"