Of course as per protocol, Seokjin eventually had to take off his cap. What was worse (or maybe the best) was there was no place in class aside from the seat beside Namjoon.

Great.

Just fucking great.

He was pretty sure the universe was having fun at his expense.

He could hear a few whispers and giggles of students around directed towards him and gosh, he just wished he could sink into the ground right then.

He turned his face to look at Namjoon and—

Holy fuck! He looked hotter up close. That jawline—Goddayyyuuum!

Namjoon, feeling someone's gaze on him, turned his head towards Seokjin and the older poorly pretended as though he wasn't admiring Namjoon just seconds ago, his eyes furiously darting around the classroom as though he was focusing on the cracks in the walls.

To be continued