170214 Happy Valentine's ft. Kim Namjoon       February 14, Valentine’s Day.     Staring at the pink-enveloped letter in your hands, you pace outside his class nervously. To give, or not to give? Making up your mind, you peep into the class to catch a glimpse of him. You look to where his seat is and see nothing but an empty chair where he should be at.   “Oh, where is he?” You mumble to yourself.   “Looking for me?” A cool voice tickles the back of your ear and you freeze in your place. Slowly, you turn around.   Your eyes widen. “N-N-Namjoon sunbae!” You instinctively look down to the many letters he’d already received in his hands and frown. No doubts this is one of the most popular guys in school, you think.   “What are you doing here?” He asks, his usual dimply smile on his face. Trying to hide your disappointment, you too smile.   “I’m…” you try to think up a lie, “here to look for my brother!”   Yes, your brother happens to be in the same class as him so he makes the perfect excuse. Peering into the class again, you wave at your seemingly irritated older brother. Then, he notices who you have with you and his expression immediately softens. He knows how you’ve had a crush on Namjoon for the longest time yet never had guts to confess. Narrowing his eyes at Namjoon, your brother approaches you.   “Of all days to come disturb your oppa it has to be on Valentine’s Day?” He jokes, and you playfully punch him. “Namjoon, what are you doing here with my sister?”   You know your brother meant no harm in that question but Namjoon looks somehow shocked. You look between the two older boys as you try to hide your letter behind you. Screw these uniform skirts that have no pockets!   “I just thought she might be here looking for me,” Namjoon says with what sounds like a tint of disappointment. “Guess not.”   “Nah, she definitely is,” your brother betrays you by saying.   “Oppa!” You glare him down but it has long lost its effects on him.   Smiling, he ruffles your hair. “You’ve already made up your mind anyway. I’m just helping you to actually act on it.” And with that, he disappears down the corridor into the next class where his other friends are in.   An awkward silence falls upon the remaining both of you and you’re slightly aware of the mocking smirks other girls are throwing your way. Your face heats up in embarrassment and you’re pretty sure it is now flushed bright pink.   “So,” Namjoon starts. He rakes a hand roughly through his hair. “Is that for me?”   “What?” You follow his line of sight and realise that he’s looking at the letter in your hand that has subconsciously falle