It was a late autumn afternoon when Namjoon first saw Yoongi in a basketball court right beside his college’s library.

Namjoon was busy looking for a reference for his next architecture project on the third floor when he caught a sight of a figure with a white t-shirt and a faded-blue-jeans dancing happily in the rain. ‘looks like he was succeed making a score’ Namjoon thought.

The figure was chasing after the ball while laughing. He looked really happy even though he played alone. His red hair soaked and they stuck barely a centimeter away above his small eyes. His hair looked so contrast with his pale skin. And his high-top red converse looked heavier because of the water inside but he still managed to jump around happily. Even with Namjoon five meters away from the court he could clearly see the man’s gummy smile. ‘He must be really happy’, Namjoon whispered to himself.

There was something unfamiliar happening in Namjoon’s stomach. He felt giddy inside and it was as if there were insects flying crazily inside his stomach. He suddenly felt sick by just looking at the man who’s still happily playing in the court.

But Namjoon couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He did not even know why though. Maybe because of the man’s smile? Because of his red hair? his pale skin? or maybe his high-top red converse? Or worse, maybe it’s because all of those? Namjoon was not sure anymore. The fact that he has staring at the man for almost twenty minute was enough to make him scared. He really wanted to know who the man was.

And suddenly the man stopped playing then he stared directly at him. Namjoon could not breath because even from this distance, Namjoon could feel that stare. It’s like he asked why Namjoon stared at him. Fortunately, someone came and said something to the red hair man, not long after that, he collected his stuffs and walked away to arts building direction.

Only when the man has gone from his vision that Namjoon could breath properly again and he could finally let out a relieve sigh from his nose and mouth. 
At least Namjoon knew who the beautiful-pale man was. Thanks for the black-printed letters that was written on the back of his white tee.

"Min Yoongi, I’ll definitely get you once I finish my projects. Wait for me, beautiful." said Namjoon to himself while trying to slow down his heartbeats.

On the first autumn rain, Namjoon found himself his mister right.

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