Whatever I'm doing, I don't really know what I'm doing
Whatever anyone says,
I'm just blankly walking  

He had just left economy class when it happened. Especially, Namjoon hates economy, lessons are really boring and their teacher is an old curmudgeon who spits while talking, has been a miracle —miracle whose name is Woo Ji Ho— he has not failed that class yet, it's not like he's dumb it's just that he can afford to pay attention.  So when the bell had just sounded indicating they could go, Namjoon was out the classroom like a bullet  ready to flee before the old man —who casually hated him— could putting him to clean the blackboards, Ji Ho had come to his side and laughing together had advanced down the hall to finally go home.

"Did you understand?" Ji Ho asks while greets some sophomore guys passing. 

"Kind of, I couldn’t concentrate." He answers shrugging and hiding his hands on his trousers' pockets. 

"You never concentrate." The elder laughs, patting Kim's back. "Go to my place in the afternoon and I’ll explain you, okay?" 

Ji Ho waits for a response but this does not come and when he looks at his friend finds that the boy continues to walk beside him but yet not look to the front or his person, Namjoon is about to bend his head as the exorcist girl fully focused on who knows what without looking at what is in front and that is when the teen collides squarely with the door and falls backwards. The blonde laughs holding his stomach as he leans forward and on the other hand the brunette remains focused on the thing that caused such an accident, or rather the person.

"Who's him?" Namjoon asks standing up.

"Who’s who?" Ji Ho murmurs, still laughing his off.

"Him..."

Although he had always told that point was impolite, Namjoon points the person who distracted him and his friend runs his saw to what his index points. Across the finger is Kim SeokJin, the student body president who is known throughout the school and half the town, almost as famous as an idol. Ji Ho raises an eyebrow unable to believe that Namjoon not know the princess Jin and look again making sure that it is really pointing to the black haired guy.

"You mean Jin? Kim SeokJin?" The blonde inquires.

"Yes, he's the one beside the kid with black hair and big teeth, right?"

"Yeah, that's him... Do you really don't know him?"

"Should I?" For the first time, Namjoon looks away from 'SeokJin' to see Ji Ho (who's still with an incredulous look). 

"He's really popular... It's a senior; he's been student body president 3 years in a row... I mean, really?"

Namjoon shakes his head a looks again to the black-haired boy. «SeokJin, SeokJin, SeokJin» replays on his mind, like a motto to be sure to not forgetting his name.

"Is the first time i see him, i swear."

"Okay... So, are we leaving now or...?" Ji Ho asks and Namjoon nods.

But the younger doesn't move, still glancing at SeokJin, so Ji Ho just pushes him out of the building.

You appear in my head every day
Whatever I'm thingkin about, you star in it
The with a zoned out face, I start
Talkin To Myself... 

After that Monday Namjoon was in the need to find SeokJin with the gaze for each place he was going. The black-haired boy for some reason didn't left his head and for another strange reason he seems to have disappeared from the map, it was not as if Namjoon were looking for him desperately asking each person who crossed with if they had seen Jin because no, he did not get to that point (not yet).  But nonetheless, at some point he should have seen him walking around and it was just that what made him wonder why he had never seen Jin before?

"Ji Ho said that he is a senior, so his classes are in the third floor but, Ji Ho is a senior too so they have to have a class in common and... "

"I did not know you spoke alone."

Namjoon jumps in place and looking sideward he finds his classmate Min Yoongi who has changed his blonde hair to a mint green tone. They are in the library, Yoongi has a stack of books on physics in his hands much like the stack of history books Namjoon has on the table (he should be studying the Korean war, but again he can't concentrate because a certain dark-haired man refuses to leave his thoughts.)

"I..." He mumbles, trying to come up with an excuse.

"Don't worry." Yoongi shrugs."Can I?"

Namjoon nods before resting his head against the table, exhaling and wishing that for this time he could concentrate on his homework. The finals were pretty close and he really needs to study but again, Kim SeokJin doesn't let him to.

"Today you seem more distracted than usual." Yoongi remarked as she put the books on the table, then sit beside the dark one. "Something happened?"

Namjoon looked at him without lifting his head from the table and raised an eyebrow, not all days you had Min Yoongi with you, wanting to talk about your problems or whatever it was Namjoon situation.

"Don't look at me like that, we're friends, right?" The confusion look on Namjoon face just grew wider. "And the other day you had helped me with The-Jimin-thing, so I’m paying you back." 

"Ahh... Got it." Kim incorporated into the chair and pretends to read one of his books while the librarian was passing by in front of his desk verifying that neither of them was wasting time 

"Well, i think is very alike to The-Jimin-thing."

"You like someone and don't know how to tell her or him." Yoongi pronounces with any hesitation in his voice.

"Not really or maybe yes, I don't really know if a like him... It's just that i feel impressed about him."  

"And...?"

"I don't know him, I mean I’d never talked to him before not even now, and literally I’d recognized his existence the past Monday... It's weird."

"Not really... Who is it?" the elder asks, looking at one of the books.  

"Kim SeokJin." 

"What with Jin?" 

Namjoon jumps in place, hoping nobody else shooing him that way again because two was enough in one day, and looks at Jimin, who had just arrived and looked at them both with a childish smile tattooed on his face. «No, no, no» his brain starts to scream, because yes, he loves a lot his friend with orange hair, and yes he admires his bright personality but Park Jimin, was a totally gossip and when a simple comment go to his ears, it goes to all school ears too. 

"Nothing." says Namjoon.

"He thinks he has a crush on him." Yoongi says, earning a reproachful look from the other. "I was going to tell him later anyways, so it's better now that you're here."

«Just Kill me.»

"You like Jin?!" Jimin screams over excited, catching up other students' attention that are scattered on tables next to theirs.

«Click, click, bang, bang » 

Why are you so pretty?
When I look at you, when you're smiling with your eyes
It feels like I'll faint
Why am I so nervous?
I can't hold in the ringing of my heart

It's Friday, it's only been five days since Kim SeokJin entered his radar and finally he's there, in front of his eyes or almost, SeokJin isn't specifically in front on him but the senior is on the cafeteria, eating and chatting pleasantly with his friends in one of the tables of the back and Namjoon is watching him from the doorway, unsure of whether to enter the cafeteria or skip lunch as usually does.

"Are you going to stay there all day?" Ji Ho grumbles looking at him with annoyance. 

"I feel like a fifteen years' girl." announce the younger stiff. 

"You are fifteen to begin with, and if you don't ing move I’m gonna leave you here." 

Namjoon almost reluctantly moves to push the glass door and finally enters the cafeteria, instantly some students turns over to him and start commenting about the rumor that has been haunting the halls of the institute —courtesy Jimin— on which he is truly, madly and deeply in love with student president since long ago and now that Jin is about to graduate, Namjoon constantly suffers and that is why he cannot concentrate in class.

Because for some reason, they had invented that whole drama when he even isn't sure if he has a crush on SeokJin.   The last straw is that half the world has treated him like 'the suffered', giving him encouragement and advice to confess 'his feelings', even the school counselor had called him to his office the day before to discuss the matter and told him it was always better to face the truth and it was time for him to speak personally to Jin.

He doesn't even know the senior!

With heavy steps, the boy goes to the purchase line —accompanied by Ji Ho who’s' highly concentrated typing on his cell phone, so it's like he was just by himself—, trying not to be intimidated by all the looks he's getting «Don't you all have something else to do?» he wonders while behind him a couple o freshman kids join the line. Namjoon decides to take off his cell phone from his pocket and pretends that he's texting someone (maybe his mom) when actually he's just playing Fruit Ninja. 

But suddenly the whispers around him seems to be higher, becoming screams instead of murmurs and when Namjoon looks up, he just does to stay static in place without being able to even breathe. He starts wonder what those weird drum sounds are around but then he notice that it is actually his heart pounding in his ears. The guy only pray internally that nobody else achieve to hear.

«Oh God ... God ... Breathe! Speak! Do something!» Begs his subconscious, but he still doesn't move.

He just can't.

Kim SeokJin 'The Kim Princess-of-the-High-School Seokjin' is in front on him, smiling and just standing there looking at him, but Namjoon swears that the guy's smile is so shiny that he has gone blind and also a small earthquake is occurring because otherwise there is no explanation for why his hands and knees tremble so much.

"Hello." says Jin, a little hesitantly because the guy in front of him is totally frozen.

Namjoon eyes widen and his lungs start to itch because he's still not breathing, but doesn't dare to move or even blink.

"H-hello... “stupidly mutters the younger, after Ji Ho had hit him on the back.

SeokJin smiles again and it's almost as if the elder were a type of magnet and applied his magnetism in him, because Namjoon can't look away.

 You're so magnetic