If there was one word anyone could use to describe Kim Namjoon, it would be the word genius. Everything he does in the classroom makes me wonder if he is just naturally talented and clever or if he even has a social life with all of the studying he does. In high school, I used to despise him because he was a teacher's pet and was basically praised by the student body for being so damn smart. His IQ was high, he was unbelievably attractive, and could easily swoon girls with his deep voice.

It wasn't until I entered university and saw him on my first day of school. I was walking to my first class, which was literature, and I saw him amongst the crowd of students whom were trying to find a seat. Although I knew absolutely nothing about him personally, it irked me to even lay eyes on him. There was no reason for me to dislike him, other than the fact that he was a genius without trying hard and I was just getting by because I studied my ass off to the point that sleep was nonexistent for me.

That first day of literature class changed my whole opinion of Kim Namjoon. Over the summer break, the whole class was assigned to read a book called 'Demian.' I didn't fancy reading assignments but I read the book from start to finish because I knew it was the right thing to do. Honestly, I didn't understand the concept of the book or what it was trying to portray, so I was unprepared for that first day of literature class when my professor planned to have a class discussion on the book.

After the professor introduced himself, he cut right to the chase by saying, "I hope you all read and understood the book." That was when I gulped and anxiety bubbled in my chest to the point that my heart was racing and my hands were clammy in nervousness. The professor looked around the room for his first target and he inwardly smirked when he saw Namjoon. That was when he called on the blonde-haired man.

Surprisingly, Namjoon didn't even flinch when his name was called. He just removed his palm that had his chin placed in it and let out a long sigh, probably in the process of getting his thoughts together. Anyone who knew Namjoon anticipated his thoughts on the story but I just internally scoffed.

"In my opinion," Namjoon started, staring straight into the professor's eyes, "Sinclair can represent everyone at a young age. We were all naive children once and still are, but Max Demian is almost like his mentor. Many readers can say Max Demian ruined Sinclair's mindset of life, but I think just the opposite," by then, I was extremely immersed in what he was saying and I continued listening intently, making sure not to miss a single word.

"As children, we don't really think about the evils in the world and the temptations that can trap us like a fly stuck in a spider web. We believe all is good and well, but Max Demian serves as Sinclair's guide to self realization and the idea of what is good and evil in the world," he stopped for a moment to allow his words sink into everyone in the room. He then began twirling his pen around his long fingers and continued, "Without Demian's guidance, Sinclair would have still been clueless and naive for a long time and wouldn't have been able to find his own self-knowledge about the world."

After his speech, some students in the classroom merely chuckled and shrugged off what he had said. The professor simply pursed his lips together and nodded, impressed by his opinion of the story. Meanwhile, I simply stared at him, completely taken aback and at a loss for words. He was a philosophical person and understood literature while comparing it to the real world.

That's what made me fall for Kim Namjoon.

Now my first semester of university was almost over, meaning me and everyone else in my class would be finished with the literature course. I was happy to end the subject smoothly without any failing grades, but I also hated the fact that I could no longer see Namjoon. Unfortunately, I never had the guts to speak to him because of my shyness when attempting to talk to boys I had a slight interest in. Although I usually had a hard time making friends, I actually gained a companion in my literature class.

He sat beside me on the first day and after Namjoon discussed his thoughts of the story of 'Demian,' my mouth was slightly agape, still processing his deep and whimsical words. But suddenly, I felt a presence lean towards me and a boy's soft voice say close to my ear, "What is this guy even saying?"

I snapped out of my shock and turned towards the boy who had leaned back in his seat. I was taken aback by his appearance, for he was extremely attractive. His hair was black and parted down the middle and looked so soft, I was almost tempted to make a complete fool of myself and touch his dark locks. His eyes were small and his lips were plump. I remember the way his eyes averted to mine and he gave me a cheeky grin, his eyes turning to the shape of crescents.

He chuckled as I stared at him and he bit his lip before seductively whispering, "Like what you see?" I turned away from him and pursed my lips together, flustered by what he had just asked me. He softly chuckled next to me and I glanced at him, seeing him covering the side of his face with his relatively small hand that had rings on three of his fingers and saying with embarrassment, "I'm sorry, that was so lame."

I giggled at his shyness and the professor gave me a weird look, causing me to shut right up for the duration of the class. After the lesson had ended, I gathered my belongings together, placing everything in my bag. The boy next to me looked at me for a moment before saying, "I'm Jimin by the way." I turned to the side to look at him and he had a small but charming smile plastered on his handsome face.

I smiled back and replied, "I'm (Y/N)."

On that first day of school, I had fallen for the guy I despised the most and made a friend.

...

My chin was placed on my palm as I stared at the side of Namjoon's face as he conversed with a student beside him, a small smile tugging at his lips as he spoke. The desks were long in the classroom and were stacked, so I was seated above Namjoon. Luckily, it'd be difficult for him to catch me staring.

I felt a presence sit next to me, but I didn't even look because I knew exactly who it was. He leaned his head close to me to see what I was staring at and he chuckled, "You're still hung up on Mr. Wise Guy?"

Sighing, I averted my gaze to Jimin and said with defeat lingering in my tone, "Unfortunately..." the black-haired man shook his head in disappointment at me and after a few moments, his face lit up with excitement and he nudged my arm, "Those underground rappers are putting on a mini concert tonight at an old warehouse. You in?"

My mouth hung agape in shock and I exclaimed, "You mean the underground rappers who haven't shown their faces yet?!" Jimin nodded and I put my hands on my cheeks in astonishment while saying, "I can't believe I can finally see the faces behind such amazing music," I then realized something and turned to Jimin, you eyes wide and asked a little louder than intended, "Does this mean RM is going to be there?"

The people around me gave Jimin and I weird glances and my companion became embarrassed and whispered for me to shut up. After the talking once again arose, I eyed him for an answer and he sheepishly nodded. Excitement rose within me as I thought about what RM must look like. I found his mixtape on a music website and immediately fell in love with it. I was never a fan of rap, but his lyrics really reeled me in, so I immediately fell head over heels for his music and artistry.

I snapped out of my thoughts when the professor walked in and in my field of vision, my eyes caught sight of the infamous Kim Namjoon staring at my flustered face with a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

...

The last day of literature most likely went smoothly for everyone else, but not for me. I still had the image of Namjoon staring at me stuck in my mind. Just the thought that he even noticed me blocked every other thought that could even enter my mind, causing my concentration and judgement to be clouded.

While packing my things, Jimin and I clarified that we would go to the underground rap concert that night. To say I was thrilled is an understatement. Tonight, I was going to let loose and actually have fun for the first time in a very long time.

Once I left the class, I walked outside, preparing to go to my next class. However, the walk is quite long because my next class is on the other side of campus, so I fished for my earbuds in my bag and once I had them in my grasp, I was prepared to pull them out until I heard a deep voice say my name from behind.

Turning around, I thought I was going to pass out once I locked eyes with with those of Kim Namjoon's. I contemplated whether or not to run away, but I knew that would be a dumb idea, considering I have longed for Namjoon to actually notice me since the beginning of the semester.

"It is (Y/N), right?" He took a few steps towards me, sporting a slight smile on his lips. It took me a few seconds to form a coherent response in my mind, but nonetheless, I let out an awkward, "Y-Yeah..."

I had to look away from him because I could feel my face heating up and it was most likely not a pretty look. The last thing I wanted to do was make a fool of myself in front of Kim Namjoon. He nodded and as he was walking past me, he said, "Great, just wanted to clarify."

Before I could say anything, he was gone, causing me to turn around and watch his back as he slowly left from my sight. I blinked in confusion a few times and muttered, "What the hell just happened?"
...

Jimin and I decided we would meet up outside the dorm rooms and quite honestly, I could already feel the anticipation in my veins. Due to the fact that the concert was anything but formal, I threw on a black hoody and jeans with some sneakers. I wasn't going there to impress anyone, I just wanted to finally see the faces behind such under appreciated talent.

After leaving my dorm room, I walked outside and looked around for Jimin. I spotted him leaning against a pole, scrolling throw his phone. He gave a me a light smile when he spotted me and I returned it. Although casual, his outfit gave him an attractive appearance. He wore a jean jacket with a white shirt underneath and black ripped jeans. If I wasn't interested in Namjoon, I could easily fall for Jimin.

He put his phone in his pocket and ran his fingers through his hair as he walked towards me. Looking at me for a moment, he asked, "Ready?" I grinned at him and responded with an enthusiastic, "Hell yeah!"

....

We listened to a few tracks in the car on the way there. Jimin personally likes one of the underground rappers named Suga more than the others, which is understandable because he is very talented. Hell, all of them are, but RM really takes the cake when it comes to getting me addicted to his music.

Once Jimin parked his car near the warehouse, we both exited and took a deep breath, ready to be amazed and feel alive. Just from the outside, we could see the lights inside the warehouse and could almost feel the vibrations of the music. I looked at Jimin as we were walking and asked, "Did it already start?"

He listened to the music for a moment and his eyes widened as his mouth fell slightly agape. He whipped his head at me and exclaimed, "That's Suga's voice! Dammit, I almost missed it!" He then ran towards the entrance and left me alone to shake my head and lightly chuckle at his behavior. My pace quickened as I neared the entrance and once I got there, I peeked in and saw more people than I expected.

They were all trying to get as close to the stage as possible to watch as Suga bewitched everyone in the room with his intense lyrics and stage presence. I glanced at him for a moment and watched as he had a black hat on backwards with his hood from his black jacket on top, strands of blonde hair peeking out from underneath. He walked around the stage while he rapped and got the crowd jumping up and down. I was standing quite far from the stage and just decided to lean back on the wall and watch Suga perform, but I caught sight of Jimin trying to squeeze through numerous people to get to the front closest to the stage.

Once he did, his whole face lit up, but quickly turned into a disappointed frown when Suga thanked the audience and left the stage. Jimin turned towards the entrance to look at me and made his way through the crowd to reach me. As he walked, his shoulders were slouched and he leaned against the wall next to me, his head tilted upwards with his eyes closed and his lips puffed out in a pout.

"Ah, I can't believe I missed it," I tilted my head to the side and looked at him. He looked very displeased and I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Playfully nudging his arm, I said, "Hey, lighten up. It's not over yet." I gave him a reassuring smile when he looked at me and he sheepishly looked away.

The lights in the warehouse dimmed and everyone looked towards the stage, including Jimin and I. There were a few rappers still supposed to perform, so I eyed the stage in anticipation for who would come next. Without warning or a build up, a track blared in the speakers, and a deep voice began rapping, but he wasn't on the stage yet. As I intently listened, realization clicked in my mind and I recognized the familiar voice that I would usually hear in my earbuds.

I turned to Jimin to express my dramatic realization, but his eyes were wide as he stared at the stage. Lightly tapping his arm, I asked, "Hey, what's wrong?" His expression stayed the same and he ignored me by saying, "No way..." My eyes followed his as I heard the screams of many people in the crowd. Once I was completely focused on the stage and saw the tall man using dramatic hand motions while walking around the stage as he rapped, I hung my mouth in shock.

He looked so different compared to his attire in school. Usually he wore a sweater of some sort and some khakis, as if his own Mother picked out his clothes for the day. But now, he wore a black and white plaid long-sleeved shirt over a black t-shirt and black jeans. His hair was still styled the same way, but his aura gave me the impression that he felt free. Could his character at school all have been a facade? Is this really Kim Namjoon?

With my state of mind not in tact, I walked closer to the stage with my lips still slightly parted, leaving Jimin still leaning against the wall. I wasn't even minding the people around me and I tried to get as close as possible until there was absolutely no way I could move anymore through the crowd of people.

Namjoon's eyes were closed as he rapped, almost as if he was concentrating on perfecting every single word that came out of his mouth. I couldn't help but stare in awe at him as I stood frozen, watching his every move while the people around me screamed and had their hands up. He opened his dark eyes and he didn't even have to look around to see me. I could sense a slight smirk as he continued rapping and he looked away from me, walking to the other side of the stage and continuing on with his performance. By then, it finally sunk in...

Kim Namjoon is RM

...

"Who would have thought Mr. Wise Guy was actually RM..." Jimin stated, still in disbelief as we slowly exited the warehouse. He kicked a pebble while walking to his car and I couldn't even respond to him. The events of that concert still replayed in my mind to the point that I longed to relive it. I was still high off of the idea that Kim Namjoon was actually RM, which made me still contemplate if what everything I had witnessed was actually reality or not.

I heard laughter behind me, causing me to turn my head back as I kept walking. There I saw Namjoon talking with some of his fans as they looked at him like he was a God. I couldn't blame them. He was amazing tonight and most likely earned an unbelievable amount of respect just from one performance. Before I was going to turn my head back, his eyes averted to me and he gave me a warm smile, his dimples standing out. Quickly, he nodded at one of the guys he was talking to and looked back to me, jogging towards where Jimin and I were walking.

I whipped my head back in front of me and muttered under my breath, "Oh God, he's coming over here." Jimin turned his head back to confirm what I said and gave me a smirk, ruffling my hair before he ran ahead of me. Stopping, I watched his back in disbelief and betrayal and exclaimed, "Park Jimin!"

A hand lightly gripped my arm and I looked up to see Namjoon looking down at me. I was completely taken aback by his touch and how his eyes stared at mine. He then let go of me and said, "You're (Y/N)..." His statement was a bit awkward and it caught me off guard because I could have sworn we confirmed my identity after class, but I managed to respond, "And you're RM. I never would've thought."

He chuckled and sheepishly smiled while scratching the back of his neck and replying, "I couldn't help but overhear you talking about RM in literature class today." I blushed lightly in embarrassment and looked down at me feet, "Y-Yeah... I really admire your work..." my voice trailed off as I scratched my arm, a habit of mine that I tend to do in awkward situations.

Namjoon gave me a small smile and said, "I gotta go. See you around?" Before I could even reply, I looked up and he was jogging back to where he came from and all I could do was walk towards Jimin's car, a grin playing on my lips.

...

The weekend past and I was still hung up on Namjoon being RM. I couldn't even listen to his music for the past two days because I felt embarrassed to do so, knowing his identity. This whole situation just seemed too surreal to me. The guy I like turned out to be the artist I admire. It seemed almost too good to be true.

Holding one of my textbooks to my chest and my shoulder bag frequently bumping into my leg as I walked, I ventured to my first class. Approaching the stairs, I almost took my first step until I heard my name being called behind me. Once I turned around, I could feel my face heating up when I saw Namjoon walking towards me.

"Hey," he simply said, causing me to blink in confusion, but still let out a shy, "Hi..." A few moments of silence past by before the blonde-haired man said, "I have something to show you."

I eyed him as he pulled something out of his bag. He opened his hand and revealed a black flash drive. I tilted my head in confusion and he cleared his throat before saying, "It's something I've been working on and I'd like you to be the first listener." My gaze averted up to his eyes for any signs that he was joking, and fortunately, he was being serious.

I hesitantly took the flash drive out of his hand and smiled at him when saying, "I'd love to be the first listener."