'Earth to Namjoon?? Are you seriously daydreaming again?'

I jumped up as soon as I saw him staring directly at me, less than 4 inches away from my face.

My heart was racing whilst I watched him hold back his laughter. His eye-smile gave me a sense of warmth, and a somewhat tingly feeling.

I felt so comfortable in his presence, yet so uncomfortable, as I knew the truth.

He's been in my classes for around a year, and we have gotten to know each other really well, but it's just on certain occasions it just feels... like he doesn't know me at all.

"Why do you look so flustered Joon, did I-"

Our teacher cleared his throat, keeping his eye contact on the two of us.

"Could Mr Kim Seokjin and Mr Kim Namjoon please keep their romantic conversations for outside the class?"

The whole class laughed and Seokjin sat back in his seat immediately with a disgusted look on his face.

"That's gross, Sir, I'm not ga-"

"I apologise, Sir, we will get back to our work." I quickly cut in.

I didn't want to hear what he was about to say.

That was what makes our whole 'situation' uncomfortable.

Seokjin isn't gay.