When I got out of the car there he was standing there, smiling at me. He held out his hand and intertwined his with mine. We walked onto the campus together ready to face the day.

"So how was the aftermath of procrastinating last night?"

He looked into my eyes and my heart melted. I regained my pride and stared him straight in the eyes.

"It was good, not great, but good. It was procrastination, so honestly, it really wasn't fun"

After telling him to wait outside I headed into the locker room. I turned toward my gym locker to put my bag in there. There were pictures of the two of us from all over the world staring back at me. Namjoon is from Korea. He is actually part of a rookie boy band called BTS. Anyways, I met him in a cafe in this little town in Korea, where my friend lives. I was there that day to visit her.

When I was there, I got my latte and sat down in the corner, where I had a view of the whole room, to wait for my friend. I got out the book I brought with me, and after reading for a few minutes I heard the door open from across the room. The girls to my left suddenly stopped talking and started whispering. I, of course, had no clue what they were saying, but when I looked over at them they were pointing at the direction of the door. I followed their fingers to where two guys were walking toward the counter. One was slightly taller than the other while the other was a bit odd-looking: he had dark red hair. The taller boy, after ordering, said his name for the cashier. However, I couldn't hear it as I was too far away. They found a little table directly across the cafe from me. I went back to my book after they had sat down, uninterested. Then all of a sudden I heard "Namjoon!" I looked up, and there was the tall boy named Namjoon, standing at the counter. He was quite handsome, from what I could see. When he said "Thanks!" to the barista his voice was so low and smooth; I swear I melted inside. I tried to get back to my book, but I couldn't stop looking up. After looking up for the tenth time, Namjoon wasn't looking at his friend, but looking straight into my eyes. I felt my face go red and I actually internally combusted right there and then. I was so embarrassed that I got up and went to the bathroom. After washing my face a couple of times to cool down, I walked back to my table, and when I turned the corner, I first noticed that Namjoon wasn't sitting at his table and his friend was looking in the direction of mine. When I turned my head to look at my table, there wasn't just my latte and book, there was also a Namjoon. He was staring across the table at my seat, oblivious to me standing there. Red in the face despite my efforts, he said something in Korean that I didn't understand. I looked at him with confusion painted across my face. His expression changed and his eyes lit up like stars.

"Do you speak English perhaps?"

I relaxed a little.

"Yes."

He ran his finger through his obviously unnatural blonde hair.

"Uh, my name is Namjoon. What is yours?'

I fiddled with my hands under the table.

"My name is Charolette, but my friends call me Charlie."

"That's a beautiful name."

"Umm, thank you!"

Namjoon folded his hands in front of himself on the table.

"So, where are you from?"

"I'm from a small town in New York. I live in Greenport."

"You mean like New York City?"

"Not the city, but the state."

"Okay, um, I came over here to ask you first your name and how old you are. So how old are you?"

"I'm eighteen. How old are you?"

"You don't know?"

"No. Am I supposed to? You aren't a big pop star or anything."

Namjoon looks at me in amazement.

"Wait! You are?" I started to laugh.

"Yeah! I'm surprised you didn't know that I'm twenty. Hey! Why are you laughing?"

I tried to suppress my laugh to a giggle.

"I feel really stupid, plus your face was hilarious!"

Namjoon looked down at his lap, smiled, and took a deep breath.

"Would you like to see more of this hilarious face? Let's say tonight at seven?"

My face felt like someone had set it on fire.

"Wait you mean like a date?"

I smiled a little. Namjoon cleared his throat.

"Um, yes. So what do you say?"

I felt like a frog had wedged itself down my throat and before I knew what was happening I said,

"Yes!"

He gave me his number and I gave him mine. We went on that date and that date led to another one. Then a few days after the second date, Namjoon asked me if I'd be interested in going on tour with him and the rest of the members.

"I've only known you for a few weeks Namjoon! How can you be so sure about asking me this?"

"There is something different about you. It will all work out in the end. You'll see!"

"Okay then! I'll go!"

We traveled all over together, and Namjoon was right, it did all work out! I got to know Hobi, Yoongi, Kookie, Jimin, Jin, and Tae all so well. It was also nice that Tae brought his girlfriend, Luna, along too. The two of us were basically inseparable. Luna also ended up being from the U.S. so that made life so much easier!

Namjoon later decided to come to freezing cold America to come and join me in college. He finally decided that every other weekend either he would fly back to Korea or the boys would come to join us here!

Anyway! Back to my gym locker! There were pictures of the two of us and some of me and the band. There were also the pictures that I took with Luna while we locked ourselves in one of the boy's hotel rooms and raided all their food and just talked. Those were some of the best nights of our trip. Lost in thought I hadn't realized that anyone was standing behind me. When I closed my locker my locker Namjoon hugged me from behind and kissed the top of my head.

"What are you doing here! It's the women's locker room! What if someone sees you! What if you see them! These girls don't care about privacy! Get out!"

"Don't worry, Jagiya! I checked if anyone was coming outside and if anyone was in here. I'm not that dumb you know!"

I pulled him toward the door and looked both ways before pulling him into the hall. Namjoon turned me around and looked into my eyes.

"I love you, you know."

He kissed my cheek and walked off to his first class of the day. Halfway down the hall he spun around and yelled,

"See you later, love!" In the best British accent, he could muster up.

I waved as he turned the corner. His day started with physics, while mine started with English. I walked to class knowing that inside I was truly content.

The next time I saw Namjoon was at the end of the day. I walked into the quiet locker room to grab my gym bag and when I looked up, there was Namjoon again standing in the women's locker room where he shouldn't be. He was standing there with both of our gym bags ready to go.

"Out!"

"You sure! It's quite nice here! Better than mine is. Mine smells weird."

"Yes! Out!"

Once again I pulled him out into the hallway, this time not even bothering to see if anyone was coming.

"Seriously! I told you what if people saw you in there! What if you saw my classmates? What would they think of that? I bet that they would chase after you with pitchforks if they saw you."

"I just wanted to be helpful, and get our bags so we could get going. So let's go!"

He gave me an awkward hug with the bags in his hands and kissed me on the top of my head. He let go and started toward the exit. I ran after him and grabbed my bag.

"I wanted to carry that for you!" Namjoon protested.

"Well, Joonie! I heard there was a fight today in the west wing. That wasn't you, was it?"

Namjoon stuck his tongue out at me.

"No, but I did split up the fight."

"So you were the peacemaker, got it!"

He stopped, crossed his arms, and jutted his chin out in fake annoyance. Then his face melted into a smile.

"Actually, the two of them reminded me of Tae and Jimin, fighting over random things, like when to eat dumplings. But when I first got there I spat out a string of Korean instead of English. This, let me tell you, got their attention. They both stopped what they were doing mid-motion for a few seconds, but after I switched back to English they went back to fighting. I eventually resolved the problem."

"That's nice, Oppa, but we have to get going because I'm tired."

We got in the car, but instead of heading to my house like we normally do on a Monday, we started to drive toward Namjoon's apartment. When we got there we just stood there looking at how big the complex was. It stretched for miles, with three different pools, two playgrounds, four community centers, and a park in the middle for walking and playing sports. It was basically its own city. We still couldn't believe he got such a nice apartment with two rooms, one bath, a full kitchen, and large living space. It really shouldn't have been called an apartment.

I looked over at Namjoon.

"Why are we here?"

"You'll see!"

That was all he said until we reached his apartment.

"Close your eyes."

"Wait, why?"

"Just because."

"Fine."

I closed my eyes and he opened the door and walked me inside. Once I was standing in the middle of the front hallway, he tapped me on the shoulder.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now!"

When I opened them it was still pitch black.

All of a sudden I heard an uproar.

"Surprise!"

All the lights turned on and there was everyone I cared so deeply for jumping around, like the crackheads they are, yelling "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" I had totally forgotten that today was my birthday! Luna ran up to me and gave me a tight squeeze.

"Happy birthday my friend!"

"Thanks, Joonie for remembering!"

I kissed him and everyone went crazy. I turned around and starred into their souls and they all stopped immediately. All except for Hobi, who was facing the other direction. When all the commotion ended he turned around in confusion.

"What? Oh."

They all heard me toward the table where we had ramen and sweets. Then they dragged me to the couch for presents. I loved them all so much. They were all unique and beautiful.

After about three hours everyone seemed to leave. I couldn't blame them. I was exhausted too. Around seven, everyone was gone. Namjoon brought blankets from his bed to the couch. He turned off all the lights and turned on a movie. I, almost asleep with my head on the table, couldn't move. Joonie came over, tucked his arms underneath my body, and carried me to the couch. He crawled into the corner of the couch and pulled me into his lap and I laid my head on his chest. And the last thing I heard before I fell asleep in his arms was a deep voice saying,

"Happy birthday, love."

The End